#i just need to keep it to myself for a bit

[aliosne]

One of my mother’s better Parenting Moments was when my older sister started stealing food. Not ideal behaviour at the best of times, but we were poor, and meals were strictly allotted, so eating food in a neurotic rush now meant it wasn’t there later. My mother mostly fell into the former camp for a variety of reasons, but somehow, this time she did different. She sat my sister down and they drew a contract.

The contract consisted only of “If you are hungry, you can ask me for a snack. I will say yes.” They both signed it. My sister stopped stealing food.

Quote unquote “bad behaviour,” particularly sneaky behaviour, is often about lack of trust. It is the adult’s responsibility to establish and uphold that trustworthiness.

If a child is anxiety-prone or HAS been abused, a lack of trust can also mean not knowing what will happen if they ever do something really bad. I know it’s a cloud that hung over my childhood, and I’m so glad OP’s parents found another way.

I love contracts. I think kids, with their pronounced sense of fairness, love contracts. I use them in my dealings with children today. 4yo and I have a contract that if something is safe for him to do (a kid job, not a grownup job), I will let him do it.

Bringing it back around, I think that’s something adults struggle with. I was talking with my family yesterday about how much covid has eroded my trust in people, in their investment in taking care of each other, in their willingness to suffer minor inconvenience to keep themselves safe, never mind others. A lot of us are dealing with similar lack of trust, whether or not their ideology and concerns align with mine. And so many of us are facing down states that are like abusive parents. If we do something really bad, or even something PERCEIVED as really bad, well. We know exactly what could happen to us.

Some of this is part of growing up. The world is not arranged to keep you safe, and bad shit can and does happen. But maybe it should be safer, more trustworthy. And there’s stuff we can do on a political level to encourage that, but it also starts with showing those most in our power that there can be a different way.

I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.

[inotakumagf]

glorious evol-ultion!

✶ L&DS x gn! reader

word count ✺ 2.9K

summary ✺ you discover you can use your evol to make your own strap-on, & it lets you feel everything.

warning ✺ minors DNI! pegging, top! reader, bottom! LIs, misuse of evol lol, reader is gender neutral & afab. individual warnings for each blurb. based on this post. reblogs & comments are very appreciated <3 happy belated valentine’s day

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Xavier — cockwarming, bratty! Xavier, dom! reader, degradation, pet names (my moon, bunny), maybe hints at somnophilia, Xavier is so disobedient but he’s cute while doing it so…

You rest your head on Xavier's shoulder, nipping kisses into his skin. His skin is flushed all the way down his back and across his neck. You peer over at his unnaturally quiet form. You bite down on his skin harder, fishing for a reaction.

“What's on your mind, bunny?”

Finally, you get to him. His breath comes out ragged, and he thrusts imperceptibly backwards. You wouldn't have noticed if your focus wasn’t completely on him. You reach down, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him flush against you. He tries to grind against your strap again, but you're ready for his bratty behavior this time. You hold his hips still against your own, denying him the relief you know he’s craving. You’ve denied him over and over again, and you’ll keep denying him until he learns his lesson.

He lets out a long, low moan, tipping his head backwards. He peeks over at you with desperate eyes.

“My moon, please, please, please fuck me. Need you…hng– so bad.” His voice is sweet and patient, but you know it’s just a cover. You pull him closer, which makes your strap fit deeper in him.

You grit your teeth as you feel him clench desperately around you. Or, technically around your evol. But your evol is so strongly connected to your own senses that the energy you’ve poured into your phantom dick feels so real.

You drag your teeth over the soft cartilage of his ear. “Don't act so innocent now, Xavier. You were a fucking brat all day. What makes you think I'll give you what you want?”

He groans in frustration. His hand shoots out to wrap around his throbbing, aching dick, not caring about the consequences. It takes you a split second to realize, and when you do, you slap his hand away.

You tut, jerking his chin so that he has to look back at you. “Such an impatient fucking brat. That’s why I need to train you, bunny.”

He cries out desperately at the lack of attention to his cock and his prostate. He pleads, too far gone to care about how much he’s submitting to you. “Please, baby. I know you need it too.”

You squish his cheeks, watching as he pouts into your touch. “Do I? I can control myself, unlike you. You’re just a dumb bunny, desperate to get off without a care in the world. You get too desperate when you fuck a hole, or when you’re getting fucking. I need to teach you, or you’ll be too horny to think straight.”

Xavier cries out again, but he doesn’t make a move to get you to stimulate his prostate, so you reward him with a sweet kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away with a smile. You snuggle into him, taking a deep breath into his hair. You run your hand back down his chest, resting it gently over his waist.

“Come on, Xav. If you’re a good boy and sleep like this, I’ll fuck you when we wake up, okay?”

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Sylus — belly bulge, missionary, service/sub top! reader, creampie, overstimulation, hints at multiple rounds, sylus is a size queen, little bit of dacryphilia, praise (r receiving), sylus talks you through fucking him

It’s hard to breathe with Sylus’s tight hole wrapped so beautifully around your strap. You get it now, why he gets so lost in pleasure when he fucks you. And now that you’re fucking him, you never want to stop. You feel like some kind of uncontrollable beast. Your kisses against his lips are spit-slicked and downright hungry. Your thrusts are fast and mean. Nothing on this Earth can pull either of you away from each other.

Sylus, to his credit, takes your pace like he was made for it. He’s laying with his back arching off the mattress, and his legs around your waist keep your strap deep inside him. Thank god for your dedicated hunter training, otherwise you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up above him this long. 

You feel like a desperate mess. Even your evol is out of control. It leaks essence against his hole, making your strokes wet and easy. You wonder if you can fuck him hard enough to draw an actual orgasm out of your evol strap. The thought makes you moan, and you fuck him harder and deeper, deserate to see yourself leaking out of him.

The pleasure is so overwhelming that you blink in surprise when his large hand comes up to brush your cheek, drying your tears. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying. 

Sylus gasps at a particularly deep thrust. “So good, sweetheart. You’re fucking me so good. Can feel you in my throat.” His words slur together because of the pleasure, and you take it as a motivator to keep going.

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Fuck. Don’t say that. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.”

He grins. His next words are slow and tantalizing. “Who said you had to hold yourself back? Give it to me, sweetheart. I can take it.”

His words and his roaming touch send you spiraling. His legs hold you against him so tight that you can barely pull back, but you make up for it with how deep your thrusts are. You just want to fill him up as much as you can.

Sylus throws his head back against the pillow suddenly, and his hands claw desperately at your biceps. You wish you had your phone, so that you can record his loud, whorish moans. You stare down where you're being sucked into his desperate hole, and that's when you notice what made him lose his composure.

Your strap is girthier than it had been moments ago. And if you focus, you can feel how much deeper it's reaching. Your innate desire to fill him up has made you a perfect fit for him. 

You stare down at his stomach, mesmerized. As you continue fucking him, your hand reaches out shakily to press your hand against the bulge that has formed from your enlarged evol cock. You keep pressing, even as Sylus convulses around you. He releases all over his own chest, and you fuck him through his orgasm.

Your eyes roll back as you feel your evol spill into him, hot and thick. 

You gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the energy you'd exerted. When you come down from your high, you stare with wet, pleading eyes at Sylus, who looks dazed. You pat the bulge in his stomach lovingly, making him twitch at the overstimulation.

“Sy, can you give me just one more? Please, I promise this will be the last one.”

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Zayne — cowgirl, zayne is on top and in control, reader is desperate and drunk on zayne’s hole, finger sucking, oral mention (r receiving), zayne bounces on it like a professional

You thrust your hips upwards on instinct. You know you’ve made a mistake the moment you do, but you can’t help yourself. You curl your fingers into the duvet to control yourself better. It takes a few careful breaths to remember the instructions that your boyfriend had given you. 

It takes everything in you not to thrust your strap deeper into Zayne’s hole. How can anyone blame you, with the sight before you? Zayne is just sitting so prettily on your lap. His thick thighs press against your hips on either side, and his poor, neglected cock rests on your stomach. It spurts pre cum every now and then, but otherwise, Zayne is the epitome of control.

He stares down at you, and you can practically feel the scolding at the tip of his tongue. He moves to lift off your strap, and you reach your hands out to hold his hips down, keeping him in place.

You babble desperately, hoping you can convince your boyfriend to forgive you. “‘M sorry, Zayne. Didn’t mean to be bad. You just feel so good. Please, I wanna make you feel good!”

He tuts disapprovingly. His hands caress your skin gently, trailing up your hips and waist. Your eyes flutter shut as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, his other fingers pressing against your cheek. You take his thumb into your mouth like you know he wants. You know your eyes are wide and wet and dumb as you stare up at him desperately, silently begging for more. He presses his thumb against your tongue, watching you drool all over the digit.

“Are you going to be good and let me use you, my love?” His voice is calm and grounding, and it brings you back to him. 

During any other circumstance, Zayne would loathe to use you for his own pleasure. He has spent many, many evenings unwinding with his face buried between your legs. But today is different. You want…no, you need this. You’re still not used to your evol-powered strap, but that's okay. That’s why Zayne is here, to help you think with your head instead of with the energy coursing between your legs.

You nod, hoping he can see how badly you need him to use you right now. And because it's Zayne and he always knows what you need, he lifts off your dick slowly before sinking back down. 

You gnaw on his thumb as he finds a rhythm, watching his face pinch in pleasure as he bounces on your strap. His heavy-lidded eyes peel open so that he can look down at you. You whine around his finger, pleading. For what you’re not entirely sure. Zayne pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

Before you can complain, he leans down, arching his chest into yours and capturing your lips against his in a sweet, soothing kiss. 

He pulls away slightly so that he can stare into your eyes, but a string of saliva keeps him connected to you. His smile is gentle.

“So good for me, my love. Do you think you can cum inside me like this?”

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Rafayel — backshots, rafayel is a good boy i promise, he’s also cockdrunk, marking & slapping (m receiving), creampie, mention of a threesome with a certain someone….., rafayel is glued to your strap 24/7

“You didn’t answer my question, Rafayel.”

Poor Rafayel doesn’t answer. How can he, with the way you’re pounding into him? The grip you have on his waist is intoxicating. With each thrust, you dig your nails into his skin, knowing it will leave crescent-shaped marks later. 

It will just add to the other marks you’ve painted across his body. You’re no artist of his talent, but there’s something about the way that you can use his body like your own private canvas that makes you want to leave as many marks as you can. 

Rafayel still doesn’t answer you, or even acknowledge you at all. He’s too busy drooling over the covers and moaning out incomprehensible praises. His arch is deep as he presses back against your mean pace, and you’re certain he’s too cockdrunk to realize that you’re even speaking.

You land a sharp slap against his round ass, which is already red with the impression of your palm. He cries out at the impact, so you caress him gently in apology, watching it jiggle with every slam of your hips against his.

You sing-song his name mockingly, “Raf-a-yel. Is my good boy still with me? Or is he too dumb to answer?”

He whimpers in response. “No, ah! I-I’m here! ‘M your good boy, I promise.”

You reward him with another deep thrust. “So answer me, where do you want me to cum on you?”

You and Rafayel have been experimenting with your evol, and you’ve made the wonderful discovery that your dick can cum at your will. You’ve been testing the evol strap in as many ways that you can, in every location and every position that comes to mind. And Rafayel is being so good, helping you discover your favorite ways to fuck him. So far, full nelson has made you cum the most, but something about doggy is making you feral. Something about seeing Rafayel so desperate, so pliant, so vulnerable to your touch…it’s exhilarating.

Rafayel seems to agree, if the way his cock leaks onto the bed is any indication. He would do anything you asked him to, in this state of mind. You don’t know what to do with that kind of power over him. 

“I-inside, please?”

You reach down, stroking his neglected cock mercifully. He fucks himself back against your cock, matching the rhythm of your hips and strokes. 

“Please,” he gasps out. “I’m so close!”

You smile down at his arching back. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Come on, I want to see you fall apart on my cock.”

His arch gets deeper the harder you pound into him. Your rhythm is so off now, it's a joke. He can’t match your thrusts anymore, so he just drops his upper body against the bed and lets you have your way with him. His whines get so loud and needy, and it encourages you to push you both over the edge, until your evol fills deep inside of him.

Rafayel’s hands scramble over his back, searching for your’s blindly. You soften, intertwining your fingers with his as he comes down from his high. He flops onto his back, legs all jelly-like. You lay beside him, massaging his legs comfortingly.

“I have an idea for next time. You know that friend you made in the N109 Zone? What if we—”

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Caleb — sub! caleb, mean! reader, oral sex (r receiving), boot humping, make up sex?, degradation, dacryphilia, reader & caleb match each other’s freaks, little bit of angst, little bit of s&m, caleb straight up worships reader

“I’m sorry.”

You deliver another slap to his face. There’s no strength behind it, but you need Caleb to know how upset he’s made you. You could never bring yourself to actually hurt him. But he left you, and you’re so angry.

Your voice is hoarse as you say, “I thought you were dead. You– you let me think you were dead. And now that I have you back, you think you can leave?”

He opens his mouth to explain again that he needs to go to Skyhaven for whatever stupid reason, but you don’t want to hear it. You grab his chin and force him to look up at you. You can only imagine how you look—tears of anger and grief streaming down your cheeks with your evol strap fisted in your other hand.

You stare down at him coldly, though your heart twinges at the tears falling down his own cheeks. You drag the leaking tip of your dick against his pouting lips, smearing your essence against them. Your evol mixes with his salty tears.

“How about you make it up to me?” You ask coyly. Truth be told, you’re not all that mad at him. You’re grateful that he’s alive. But if he’s offering himself to you like this, if he’s on his knees begging for your forgiveness, you’ll take, and take, and take.

You press your tip against his lips messily, watching him lick it gently. You know he doesn’t mean to tease you with his kitten licks, but you’re impatient. Your brows pinch in pleasure as you force him to take you deeper into his mouth. His cheeks hollow, and he grabs your hips for stability as he slides your dick in and out of his mouth. 

He pops off, letting your strap slap against his face gently. He nuzzles his face against it, staring up at you like nothing else exists but you and him. “You have the power to command me.”

You stare down at him. His eyes are large and desperate, and he looks up at you like you’re a divine being for him to worship. Your hand digs into his hair, tugging on it just because you can.

His voice is low and pleading as he whispers, “Use me. Use me, because I am yours. I will always crawl back to you. They can’t keep me away from you.”

His promise makes you smile. Because that's what his words are—a promise that he will never leave you again.

You have to reward his loyalty. You press the sole of your boot against his aching cock. You can feel how hard he is, even over his pants. When he lifts his hips, grinding up against your boot, you give him more. You’ll always give him what he wants.

As he finds relief in grinding and humping your leg, you press your strap back against his eager lips. Your fingers dig into the back of his head, and you fuck his mouth fast and hard. More than anything, you need to see your cum all over his face. To claim him.

You make your own promise to him, “If you ever try to leave me again, I will lock you up, and I’ll make sure no one takes you away from me.”

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[millers-angel]

I need more about this fic (beach trip). Please give us more chapters, more drama, more smut.

beach trip — second night.

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

thanks to everyone who read the first part! <3 first of all, the dry humping part is because of that damn picture, look how bulky he is, anyone would be lucky to dry hump him. this is mostly smut! summary: the day after losing your virginity to your dad's best friend, you just want more, no matter if other people are around, but also you sneak to joel's room in the middle of the night. warnings: dry humping in public, use of pet names, masturbation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (reader isn't on birth control), praising kink, creampie. wc: 5.5k

You were taking a sunbath by the beach, on those bed-like lounge chairs. Dad and Joel were most likely at the bar, but you... you have your mind somewhere else.

You haven't stopped thinking about last night, it was... a lot. You've been thinking about tonight, about sneaking to Joel's room when you're sure dad is not gonna interrupt.

You haven't stopped thinking about last night, about the way Joel touched you, how he made you feel things you never even knew you could. It didn’t matter that he’d been an idiot before with that guy at the bar—he more than made up for it. Besides, he proved something you’d been dying to know: he wanted you, at least in that way.

Joel was always so quiet, so reserved, but last night... last night he was anything but that. He showed you a different side of him, one that made you weak and your body ache to feel him again.

You were trying to think of something else, the beach, how nice the weather was even, but then it was just him again.

"Hey," to your surprise, it was him, Joel, sitting next to you in the chair.

"Hey," you fixed your hair nervously, as if he could read your mind. "Where's dad?"

He nodded at the direction he came from. "Found some folks who played cards... so he will be busy for a bit," you both chuckled.

"Oh, well..." you played with your feet. "You didn't want to join them?"

He made a face. "Not really," he sighed. "Also, your dad asked me to keep an eye on you."

You scoffed, crossing your own arms. “He thinks I can’t take care of myself?”

Joel chuckled, his gaze full of amusement. “Wow, and here I thought you wouldn’t complain.”

Your cheeks flushed. It was embarrassing how much you actually wanted to be around him. How you’d been waiting for a chance to sneak away together again. But you wouldn’t admit that, not out loud.

“I’m not complaining,” you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.

His grin was wide. “Sure doesn’t sound like it,” he teased. “Actin’ like you didn’t like it last night.”

Your heart skipped, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to come up with something to say. But nothing came out, not when the memory of his hands on you was so fresh, so vivid.

"Are you sore, though?" he asked.

"Do I look sore?" you teased back.

Joel’s eyes trailed over you, slower this time, taking his time as he looked you up and down. You were stretched out on the lounge chair, your sun-kissed skin glowing under the light. The two-piece swimsuit shaped every curve perfectly, leaving just enough to his imagination, although he has already seen it. His gaze locked on the way the fabric sat on your hips, how it pressed on your breasts, how your slopes pump perfectly for him.

“You look…” His voice was low, almost a murmur. “You look good.” His eyes darkened, going back up to meet yours, but not before taking one more long look at you. “Too good.”

Your heart skipped a beat, heat blooming across your cheeks and between your legs. You swallowed, suddenly self-counscious of how little you were wearing, how exposed you felt under his gaze—and how much you liked it.

But you couldn’t help yourself—you looked at him the same way.

He was wearing swim trunks, low on his hips. Your eyes swayed, just for a moment, stopping at the way he was bulky on the crotch, your mouth went dry. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you couldn’t help it.

When you looked back up, his eyes were on you, his lips curling into that lazy, knowing smirk. “Caught you starin’, sweet girl.”

Your face went hot, and you quickly looked away. “Was not,” you mumbled, but you could still feel his eyes on you.

He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Liar.”

You huffed. "So what? You were doin' the same thing, old man."

“Old man, huh?” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “You keep callin’ me that and you're gonna end up on your knees.”

You swallowed. "Why would I even get on my knees for?" You knew what he meant, but you wanted to play with him.

He chuckled, his gaze dropped to your lips, staying there before his eyes met yours. He leaned in, his face close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. "You're a little tease, aren't you, angel?"

"Yeah? What you're gonna do about it?"

His grin widened. There it was—the bratty virgin he talked about last night. Sure, you weren’t a virgin anymore, but that defiance was still there, alive and kicking. It made him chuckle.

He liked that about you. Hell, he liked everything about you.

"What am I gonna do? I just told you, I'm gonna get you on your knees."

Your breath hitched, your eyes searching his for some sign of hesitation, but all you saw was hunger, raw and unapologetic. Your heart raced. You were dangerously close now, his face inches from yours but your eyes never left his.

His hand slid up, resting on your inner thigh, fingers curling just slightly. His touch was gentle. “You keep lookin’ at me like that,” his voice dropped to a rough whisper, “and I’m not gonna be able to stop myself.”

"Too bad we're in public," you teased, taking a step back from him.

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as you stepped away. But before you could take another breath, he closed the distance, his hand catching your waist, pulling you against him. His mouth was on yours, rough and demanding, lips firm as his fingers dug into your skin.

You gasped, but he swallowed the sound, his tongue teasing yours, his other hand slipping to the back of your neck to hold you there. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were wild, his breathing heavy. “Public or not, you keep pushin’ me, and I won’t care who’s watchin’.”

You bit your lip decided to be brave enough to test him. Your lips pressed against his again, not rough as he had been, but gentle, the softness of your lips makes him weak, needy.

Your hand dropped to his lap, going up to his crotch, feeling the shape of his dick over the fabric of his trunks. He broke the kiss immediately.

He looked around and there was almost anyone on the beach—not close at least, just people taking sunbaths near the shore.

His gaze darkened and you just laughed, as if you've won, which you're far from doing.

"I need you to go to the shore and come back, then you sit on my lap." His voice was commanding, not playful.

"What?"

"If you don't want that then we can just fuck here, right now."

You blinked and stood up, walking slowly to the shore as he asked you to, slightly letting your feet get damped with water. You turned around before walking to him.

He had shifted in his seat, now lounging on the bed-like beach chair with his legs slightly apart, looking relaxed but undeniably masculine. His arms were draped casually, his posture lazy yet somehow commanding, his eyes fixed on you.

You sighed and made your way to him, kinda nervous, what does he has in mind? Fucking? No, it would be dangerous.

But you did as he said and when you got to him, you sat on his lap. His arms wrapped you immediately.

"Now you're gonna cum, sweet girl." He said leaving sloppy kisses on your back.

"What?" You gulped. "How?"

"You're gonna move these," his hands shifted to your hips and patted them. "But slow... unless you want to make a scene, or worse."

You could fight with him on that, maybe tell him he was a pervert for doing something like that in public, but the truth is... you want it as much as he does.

You nodded and started doing as he said. Slowly swaying your hips on his bulge. There it was, you could feel it in your core, bricked up and throbbing, pleading to come out.

You weren't an expert, in fact, you've done this only once with a guy and it was nothing like this. You had no idea if you were moving good—you weren't, but it felt good. It looked adorable to him, the way you let your body guide you.

One of his hands shifted from your hips to your chest, he let it rest on your breast, cupping it, squeezing it just a little, making you feel good, making you shiver.

You were muffling moans, trying not to do anything that might attract atention, but you were failing.

"Better keep it quiet." He said against your ear.

You let your butt fell a little too hard on his crotch, making him groan. "Better keep it quiet," you teased, looking at him over your shoulder.

His hand curled on your hair, pulling it a little. He thrusts his hips up, meeting your movements, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chases his own pleasure.

"Joel—" you whimpered.

You can feel it in your core, you're all wet, sensitive. Joel smirks, feeling your body shudder against him.

"You're so responsive," he says, his voice low and rough. "It drives me fucking crazy."

He tightens his grip on your hips, guiding your movements as you continue to grind against him, his own body trembling with need.

"Does it feel good?" You asked softly.

You could feel his cock twitching, he must be glazing inside his trunks, just as you are. He groaned and pulled your hair in response. His thrusts became faster, more needy than before.

His hand dropped your hair to come to your inner thighs, spreading your legs just enough to make his way to your crotch, finding your clit over your swimsuit.

You couldn't help to moan when he started drawing circles on it, he could feel how warm and wet you were, how swollen and flushed your poor little pussy must be. The idea drove him crazy enough to come, but he didn't—yet.

Your movements went more frentic too. Now either of you could hide what you were doing, and couldn't care less about the people nearby too. You were too lost in each other, like two cavemen driven by raw instinct, seeking nothing but pleasure.

Your walls throbbed and your whole body was twitching, it felt too good. Joel's fingers work faster, his touch becoming more firm as he circles your clit, his other hand holding you steady so you can grind against him even more.

He was in pain, he needed to come, but he wanted you to do it first. He can feel your softness over the clothes, he can feel how wet you are for him, how needy you are.

"I'm gonna—"

"Yeah, that it. Come f'me." He growled on your ear.

He pressed his fingers too hard on your clit and one moment to the other, your hips movements went low, but that didn't stop him to keep playing with your clit, as he creamed his trunks.

You both were panting, trying to catch your breaths. You didn't move from his lap, just let your body go limp over him. He chuckled and moved you to the chair, laying you back down gently. His eyes met yours, a satisfied grin on his face.

“That was…” you started, still catching your breath, “I liked that.”

His fingers brushed a stray hair from your face. “Yeah?” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. “Me too, angel. More than you know.”

"Did you finish?" you asked, barely confused.

He laughed. "I did,"

You bit your lip. "Can I see?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean, I wanna see how it looks," You swallowed. "If that's okay."

His gaze was filled with amusment, and this time, he looked around before lifting his trunks. You moved your head immediately to take a peep of him.

Your gaze darkened when you saw the mess you made. His pubes were all covered in cum, so was his length, his tip all flushed and swollen.

Your hand moved, wanting to touch him, but he held your wrist and fixed his trunks before you could go any further.

"You need it that bad?"

Your heart raced, his words sinking in. You looked up at him, cheeks warming as you whispered, “I want to do it again.”

He laughed softly, a deep, rumbling sound that made your stomach flutter. “Oh, I know.” His voice low and rough, “But not here. Not where anyone can see you like this.”

You shivered at his possessive tone, a heat sparking inside you all over again. “Tonight?” you asked, a little breathless.

“Yeah,” he promised, his thumb tracing your jawline. “Tonight.”

The day passed slowly. You spent the afternoon with your dad and Joel, watching the sunset from the beach, the sky painted in shades of pink and orange as the waves lapped at the shore. It was peaceful, dad's arm around your shoulders as he talked about old memories, laughing at his own jokes. You missed moments like this—simple, carefree.

Later, the three of you went to dinner. The restaurant was lively, filled with laughter and clinking glasses. Joel sat across from you, occasionally meeting your eyes with a knowing look that made your heart race. You tried to act normal, joining the conversation, laughing at dad’s stories, but you couldn’t ignore the way Joel’s leg brushed against yours under the table.

After dinner, as you all headed back to your rooms, your dad stopped you, his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, the bar’s having live music tonight,” he said. “If you wanna go, have some fun.”

You smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

Joel’s voice was casual, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Thought I saw you there last night... with some guy.”

You held back a laugh, thinking about how shameless he could be. “Yeah? It was boring, though,” you said, your eyes meeting his for a split second before you looked away. “Probably won’t go again.”

Your dad nodded, giving you a warm smile. “Well, up to you. It’s your vacation, kiddo. Goodnight.” He gave you a quick hug before walking to his room.

“Goodnight, daddy,” you called after him, your heart fluttering as Joel stayed a moment longer, his gaze lingering before he turned away.

You stood there for a moment, the night air cool against your skin, knowing exactly where you’d be once your dad fell asleep.

You went back to your room, closing the door quietly behind you. The events of the day replayed in your mind as you turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sand and salt. You took your time, the anticipation building with every passing second.

Once you were out, you slipped into a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. It wasn’t anything sexy—not like you had planned on doing anything during this trip. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at the thought of where you were headed.

You waited, listening carefully, making sure your dad’s room was silent. Then, heart pounding, you slipped out of your room, moving quickly down the hall. You barely breathed as you ran to Joel’s door, the cool tiles cold under your feet.

You knocked once, and the door opened almost immediately. His hand shot out, grabbing your waist as he pulled you inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

His lips were on yours before you could speak, rough and desperate, his hands on your hips, pressing you against him. You gasped, fingers curling in his shirt, and he groaned, his mouth moving hungrily over yours.

“Couldn't wait, huh?” he whispered against your lips, his voice low, teasing.

Your heart raced, your knees weakening as his hands tightened on your waist. “Neither could you,” you shot back, and he laughed, his mouth crashing against yours again.

Your breath hitched when his hands moved lower, gripping the back of your thighs. Before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. You clung to him.

He laid you down on the bed, his body pressing over yours, his weight warm and familiar. His eyes were dark, trailing you as he leaned in, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck.

You shivered, your heart pounding as his mouth moved lower, his hands sliding under your shirt, his touch sending sparks down your spine.

“Still thinkin’ about last night?” he murmured, his voice rough against your skin.

Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, your breath catching as his mouth found yours again. “Yeah… and tonight.”

His laugh was deep, his lips curving against yours before he kissed you harder, his hands exploring, his body pressing closer. “Good.”

"You promised I could touch you tonight."

Oh, so you really meant it, he thought.

"We're gonna talk first, sweet girl." He clicked his tongue.

You nodded, shifting your position in bed to sit on your knees.

“Have you ever touched a man… like that?” You sighed and shook your head. “Before last night, have you ever seen someone’s dick?”

Your cheeks flushed. “I mean, not in person,”

“What?” He frowned, confused.

“Just… just in videos.” It was more embarrassing than you thought, it should be a common thing, right? But it felt embarrassing to admit.

His smile made you feel even worse. “You’re a filthy little thing, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Forget it,”

“There it is, the stubborn virgin,” he seemed delighted.

“I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“You act like one,” he shrugged. “So if you watched those videos, I’m assuming you touch yourself,”

“No, I actually watch them for fun, Joel,” your tone laced with sarcasm.

“Show me,” his gaze went dark. “I wanna see how you touch yourself.”

You chuckled. “Why?”

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt before taking it off. “Because I wanna see it,” He could feel it, you were wearing nothing under it, your nipples went hard when they felt the cold breeze.

“Am I gonna touch you after?”

He nodded. “You’re gonna get on your knees after you show me how you touch yourself.”

You took a deep breath and he got rid of your shorts, leaving you bare on the bed. Your hands instinctively covering your private parts.

“You get naked too,” you murmured.

That’s fair. He took off his shirt, hair messy once it went over his head and the shirt fall to the floor, followed by his pants and boxers.

Your mouth went dry and your toes curled up on the sheet.

He chuckled and drew your knees apart, making you flush. “Now touch yourself,”

One kiss. It had been one kiss and a little touch from his side and you were already wet. Your pussy was puffy, flushed and slick with juices.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you’re dying of the embarrassment, you've never done something like this. You spread your legs just a little more, ready to stroke your swollen and aching clit.

Once your fingers brushed it, you can't help to moan at your own touch. You draw circles around it. You let his name escape from your mouth once or twice, it's involuntary, but it has an effect on him.

He was delighted with the view, what a treasure his friend brought to earth. She was perfect. Your little fingers trying their best to get you pleasure.

"Get your fingers inside that pretty little hole." His voice makes you shiver.

You nod as you can and get a finger inside. It makes you whimper, even if it’s not as thick as his, it feels good. Your hips bucking at your own pace.

He was delighted hearing your little moans, seeing how your fingers comes out slick and the sound they make.

You feel his hand in your thigh, you open your eyes to look at him.

"Now let's try my fingers," he says. "Is that okay?" he asks.

"Y-yes," you say. "Please.”

He trail his fingers all over your pussy lips, his thumb stays in your clit and draw circles around it adding a little press every time he touched it. You can't help to whimper.

He tease your cunt with his index finger. "P-please, Joel," you say almost begging.

He slides a finger inside, slowly. Your back arches. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. "How does it feel?" he groans.

"F-fucking good," your voice laced with pleasure.

He doesn't stop rubbing your clit as he moves his index finger. "You’re fucking tight," he mumbles. "You have a pretty little thing in here." he made you spread your legs more to take a better look of your pussy.

"Is it okay of we try two fingers?" you nod.

He goes for the second finger and this time, you start to hear your own juices as he gets his fingers inside and out. "She needs to be touched so bad." he says groaning and you nod.

You lean your head against the headboard, parting your lips, letting moans escape from your mouth.

"Joel—" you cry out.

"Yeah?" he asks as he stops moving his fingers.

"Don't—" you feel like you're about to come. "Don't stop."

"Poor baby," his voice low, teasing. "She needs to come, doesn't she?" You nod.

He starts rubbing your clit again, moving his fingers inside you a little faster than before.

You grasp the pillow and say his mame over and over as your cunt throbs in his fingers. "'s okay," he says. "You're doing good," he sounds so... soft. "You can let it go."

And you do when he gives you the word, his hand is all wet and sticky because of you.

"Joel—" You feel the bed a little wet too. You can't stop heavily breathing. He rubs your head and kiss your forehead.

You were a little embarrassed, never shown yourself like this to anyone. And maybe—just maybe, he could feel your embarrassment because he cupped your cheek.

“You did it amazing, angel.”

You licked your lips and trailed him, searching for something in his eyes, and it wasn’t hard to find. His gaze was all dark, it took you seconds to look down to his crotch, seeing him all bricked up.

“It’s my turn now.”

He chuckled and you stood up, walking to his side of the bed, kneeling in front of him. Just as he said, he would get you on your knees.

He was amused watching the scene, you were between his thighs, eager to touch him and waiting for his orders.

You rested your head on his inner thigh, looking up to him. His hand cupped your cheek.

“You don’t have to.” He said, since you just had an orgasm, maybe you need more time.

You frowned. “You don’t want to?”

“I do, but—“

“I want it too, you promised, Joel.”

His grin grew wider and he held his cock, stroking it a little. You could see a drop of precum leaking from the tip, his thumb swirling around it, it sent tingles to your core.

“Go ahead, touch me.”

You bit your lip and just as last night, your first instinct was to touch his tip, and still had the same effect on him, but this time, he didn’t stop you.

Your finger trailed his length, his cock twitching at your touch. You’ve never seen anything like this, it was… huge, everything about it. His balls even. You fisted him, doing what you’ve seen in the videos, your hand pumping him.

He hissed, you were being too harsh all at once, he was sensitive. Your skin smooth and soft against his, it was too much. You were too much, without even trying.

You leaned your head, eager to taste him. But you raised your gaze first, as if asking him if it was okay, which he responded with his hand guiding you to his dick. Fingers digging on your scalp.

Your lips brushed his tip and you could feel how warm he was before wrapping your lips around him. He grunted, he ain’t lasting, not with you being like this.

You swirled your tongue on his tip, the white fluid tastes… salty, but not bad. You like it. You decided to go further and bury yourself on his cock.

It was too much, it made you gag. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

You nodded and this time you did it slower, trying to figure out how far can you get. Then you started to go in and out on him, with his help. He was guiding your head.

His cock twitches on your mouth, you can feel his pubes beneath your chin.

Your palm lies on his belly and pull his hairs. "Taking this cock so good." he groans. "That's it, you want it all, don't you?"

He has both hands on your head, pushing you deep down, but still, you can't get it all in your mouth.

"You’re too big," you mumble and as soon as you finished the sentence, he flipped you over.

You're on your back again. He's pumping himself, you're not breaking eye contact, you love hearing the slapping sounds he makes, mixed with his whimpers.

He's imagining your pretty face glazed in cum. But not today, he needs to fuck you to cum.

Without any warning, he slams his cock inside you, making you whine. It feels too good to complain about him not wearing a condom, about going raw.

But you have to. “Joel,” you said in a moan. “The condom,”

“Fuck it,” he grunted. “I need you like this.”

And who were you to complain? You were too lost in the sensation. You were craving this again, the way he thrusts, the way his cock fills you every time.

You’re grasping to his arm but he held your wrist to the pillow, intertwining your hands.

Your legs were pushing him down at you. Your bodies melted against each other, becoming one.

“Fucking tight,” he groaned on your ear.

He thrusted harder, making you let go off his hands to dig your nails on his back, dragging them all over it, no matter if you leave scratches, he couldn’t care less.

At some point, he couldn’t help himself, being as tough as he would be normally. You seemed to enjoy it, by the way your moans filled the room, by the way your walls throbs.

“Such a good girl,” he said softly.

Your body stiffened, he knows the orgasm is already in your belly, you're just holding it, but you don't want this to stop. You look adorable being all aroused, being fucked.

You curl your toes. "It's okay, you don't need to hold it," he assures. "I want you to come."

You shake your head and press your lips against his, pulling him down furiously. Tasting him, exploring his mouth as you reach the orgasm.

God knows how much he held it, but your walls were choking him, the way your body was shaking beneath him, he lost it.

He didn’t even have time to pull out, he came inside you. And for a moment he didn’t even care, he would love to be the one to get you all round, carrying his child.

You didn’t seem to care either, not in the moment. It was pure pleasure, you’ve never felt anything like that—being filled, feeling something bubbling inside you.

It made you see the stars.

You sticked together for a couple of seconds, just panting. He pressed his lips against your forehead and then you looked for his lips.

He pressed your foreheads together before pulling out, a loud pop sound, then he left you empty.

"Stay still," he asked holding your knees, spreading them apart.

It was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, your pussy was leaking his cum. He's gonna get hard again to that view. But instead, he dip two fingers in your cunt, making you wince.

"I'm sorry," he said and you nodded.

He got out as much as he could, his fingers all sticky, coating in white. You were watching what he was doing, licking your lips without even noticing.

"Hungry, angel?" he asked, tone teasing.

You breathed. "I... I just—"

Before you could finish, his fingers were over your lips, and you opened your mouth like a fool, letting him make you taste his cum.

You sucked his fingers clean, hollowing your cheeks. You were too naughty for your own good.

"Good girl." His voice laced with amusement.

He wiped down the rest and then collapsed beside you on the bed, his body sinking into the mattress. You turned over, lying on your stomach, your head facing him. Silence settled between you, the only sound coming from the distant crash of the ocean waves outside.

Your mind now was in a war, thinking about the consequences of what just happened. You thought about protection, about the risks... but the thought didn’t last long. It drifted away as easily as it came. You were here, with him, and that was all that mattered.

You closed your eyes for a moment before murmuring, “You’re gonna have to put me on birth control.”

He laughed, low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Oh, so you’re already planning on sneakin’ into my room again?”

You bit your lip, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe... if you’re lucky.”

His eyes darkened, his fingers brushing along your spine, teasingly slow. “Angel, luck’s got nothin’ to do with it. You’ll be back.”

You laughed, soft and warm, letting the sound melt between you two. Then, you leaned in to press your lips against his cheek, taking him by surprise. He looked at you, eyes softening as he cupped your face.

"When we get back home?" your eyes lighted up. "How are we gonna do? I was thinking maybe you could—I don't know, maybe teach me how to drive?"

He chuckled. "Is that your plan to keep seeing me?"

You shrugged. "Dad promised he would teach me but he never did, so maybe his friend can take his place."

He laughed, amused, you're adorable sometimes. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You shrugged, a playful grin on your lips. “I don’t know... enjoy me?”

His laugh was deep, sending a flutter through your chest. "Okay, we'll see about that."

"And the birth control."

He grinned, his hand slipping on your stomach, his fingers warm against your skin. “I wouldn’t mind gettin’ you all round for me,” he teased, his voice low as he pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

Your face went hot, a rush of warmth spreading through you. You grabbed his hand, holding it against your belly as you looked up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “Yeah? I bet you’d like that, huh?”

He chuckled, his nose brushing yours. "Maybe."

You closed your eyes, a small, satisfied smile still lingering as you relaxed beside him, of course you were joking, you knew your dad would kill him if that happens, Joel would get you on birth control. The sound of the waves outside lulled you, and before you knew it, sleep pulled you under.

Tangled in his sheets, you looked like an angel, even with your back bare and hair sprawled across the pillow. He watched you for a moment, shaking his head. You looked so innocent, but an hour ago, you were anything but that.

—

The next morning, you sat at breakfast, the sun warming your face. You were sipping your juice when your dad looked at you curiously. “So, did you end up going to the bar last night?”

You kept your expression neutral, shrugging casually. “Nope, didn’t go.”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue. “You know, you need to loosen up a little. Quit bein’ so shy all the time.”

You nearly choked on your juice. You glanced at Joel, who was fighting back a grin, his eyes filled with amusement. If only your dad knew you still have a part of his friend bubbling inside you. If only your dad knew his daughter was fucking the man sitting right next to him.

Your face went hot, and you pulled your knees up onto the chair, hugging them to hide your smile. You managed to mumble, “I’ll, uh... work on that,” trying not to burst into laughter.

Your dad’s eyes dropped to your legs, his brows knitting together. “Jesus, kid, look at your knees. That ocean’s been rough on you, huh? Must’ve taken quite a beating.” He shook his head, his tone teasing. “You gotta be more careful.”

You bit your lip, your eyes sliding to Joel, who was pretending to be very focused on his coffee. Careful... right. You swallowed a laugh, heat pooling low as you remembered just how you got those bruises. If only your dad knew how much you’d enjoyed getting them.

[simbistardis]

Being black and Aromantic is an experience. When I came out through social media my family felt the need to drill me with questions about my past romantic relationships and why now all a sudden, I’d chosen to go by Aro. I remember talks of bandwagons, even though I can count the number of aro-spec black people I’ve met on one hand with like three fingers. In church when my oldest sister led the prayer, she alluded to how younger kids had so many demons they had to fight, and I instantly knew what she meant. Subsequently, my being Aro had become a thing to pray off and use as a talking point in Sunday school rather than being discussed on a deeper and serious level with just myself. But when we did speak about it the conversations felt like an interrogation. It always felt like black culture couldn’t align much with Aromanticism, especially cause growing up I was taught that marriage was the end goal and that’s what I should want but I don’t think marriage was in my plans. I would dream of having dogs and living alone in a big house instead of having a romantic partner. For me being Aro and black is an interesting intersection because romance is very much portrayed in black narratives in both good and bad ways, but it’s never talked about in the capacity to which I experience alloromanticism. Alloromanticism is never ‘the decline of romantic attraction’ or ‘the strong romantic attraction to people only when I know them just as well as I know myself’. With my demiromantic identity people don’t understand the difference it has from regular attraction . My attraction is fluid so in the case of when I feel more Demi I’m glued to one person and one person only for a really long time. Attraction like that is what I wish was shown on TV and not just packaged as someone who's got an obsession and needs to get over someone. They could be Demiromantic. A thing I love about being Aro-spec is how comfortable it feels. Like I don’t feel this overwhelming need to perform. If my partner knows I’m on the Aro-spec they know it’s best not to try to force romantic gestures or even be offended by my lack of attraction at times. ... How come black women just can’t experience attraction a bit differently from how everyone says we should. So many black and brown men and women probably have to repress the way they feel and run the risk of being the bad guy because no one would understand or want to navigate the ways in which they experience Aromanticism. They bottle it up and when things go wrong probably find it easier to just blame themselves for not being enough or their partner when really, they just have to look into themselves and their orientation. I think black women could feel more assertive in themselves if they realized that they can be Aromantic and not pushed into this box where they have to play a role they don’t want to play. Black women deserve to explore romantic orientations as well as sexual ones and have a deep dive into how they feel. And that should be respected. To black Aromantic people I say keep pushing the odds, keep daring to form a new mold for black kids to come because we’re drowned in content and media that tells us we’re overly sexualized and romanticized and that can change with us. Our families and friends may not understand, the world may not even understand, but as long as you get who you are that’s honestly all that matters. As a collective we can help each other learn and grow, we can push each other in our advocacy and know it’s not a competition. All our efforts should be us trying to get Aromanticism to be taken as seriously as any other orientation.

Being Aroflux and Black by Kimberly Butler (@/TheAsexualGoddess) on AUREA (2021)

[ithinkicantdie]

I'll put a little bit of text here that felt too long to put in the tags but I know it doesn't really matter that much to other people what I think so I won't force myself to make any of the words I'm putting down make sense.

First point I wanted to make in the tags I started writing out was that I don’t think "girls' girl" should be included in this list because it’s a newer variation of the term "women supporting women" which I very much prefer as a positive counterpart in order to replace others like the extremely widely used "pick me girl" or just "pick me" because I think it is more important to celebrate the solidarity rather than use shame to point out when someone’s internalized misogyny is being a little too external.

"Girl math" as a term could be replaced with a different term for the logic that people are putting behind it but most of the posts are about consumerism and spending money so any far-left leaning people who identify with communism, socialism or just anti-capitalism (ily all, keep fighting for change) likely wouldn't use terms like that anyway so there wouldn't be much of a point. I do genuinely think we can let that whole trend go with just the superficial analysis of "people are trying to justify spending money by saying they aren't actually spending as much as they could be" but we could also go further into why we are made to feel shame for buying superfluous things or why we have to use the money we need to live in order to be happy and being happy when you're trying to stay alive feels impossible but the shame of spending money on things that make you happy compounds on top of that.

I associate bimbocore with Chrissy Chlapecka the most and she is very unapologetic about the bimbo videos to my knowledge because they make a lot of anti fascist posts but there are some problems she has to deal with due to being an influencer with low self esteem and rarely posting to social media at all without a full face of makeup while not wanting to encourage other people to also be that way. I also think the general public are trying to move away from saying things like whore and slut and skank because social media is all about being aesthetically pleasing and it's not about how much of a whore you are on the inside but how much of a bimbo you look or act like on the outside. The connotations of bimbo do point out how often sensuality and intelligence are thought of as at odds with one another in women but thought of as being found together very often in men and you could make an argument that women are being strong-armed into once again giving up when it comes to trying to be respected and revered for their personal accomplishments and they are actively being told to revert back to striving for superficial beauty standards to reach any amount of success. I could dive into that for hours honestly.

"Girlfriend brain" in the contexts I've seen it in (used in posts by normal people and not the 'stay at home girlfriend' influencers who scare me) is very similar to the whole trend of having "scary dog privileges" where you’re able to walk around without fear of getting harassed because men who don’t see you as a person will see your boyfriend as a person and you will not be as debilitatingly anxious about your personal safety in a public space. These trends alone can point out a lot of problems with how we are expected to "solve" problems by temporarily making it safer for only one individual at a time and not dismantling the culture that makes men feel entitled to women as a whole.

"Girl dinner" I think is heavily related to diet culture with people either purposefully eating less food to restrict the number of calories or eating junk food in the privacy of their own home without fear of backlash or judgement but it could even be fatigue of constantly cooking for other people because you have that expectation placed on you and you find brief respite in not wanting to cook for ‘just’ yourself but all of those options are insanely depressing no matter what. The expectation to be a sexy twig that eats nothing but also cook hearty meals for those around you to enjoy at any given moment is too exhausting and people break away from that where they can but also not every person participating in a viral trend is required to be actively experiencing any of the shame that the audience could be projecting onto them from personal experiences so does it really help at all or does it just hurt more people?

I do genuinely think clean girl core and DFE are heavily associated with white supremacist shit so I will not defend those at all, I think I've even seen some people call DFE a nazi tradwife dogwhistle so I'll just put that out there for other people to think on because I do not want to touch that with a ten foot pole.

And other people understand the whole "I’m just a girl" thing just fine obviously based off of most of the notes. Thank you No Doubt for providing such a banger that is infinitely better than the way people are abusing the phrase now.

"I'm just a girl", "girl math", "girl dinner", "divine feminine energy", "bimbocore", "clean girl", "girl's girl", "girlfriend brain" SHUT UPPP!!! SHUTT THE FUCKKKK UPPPPPP !!!!

[reysdriver]

Settle Down | J.P.

tension between you and James is on the rise as you reach the last couple weeks of your pregnancy, and insecurity starts getting the best of your husband — dad!farmer!james x mom!reader fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader is quite pregnant, jealousy, worries of cheating (irrational fear here, of course), relationship insecurity, body insecurity, and it gets pretty suggestive at the end

words: 3.7k

Harry ran as quickly as his little legs could take him through the field, over to his dad and the new farmhand so he could invite them in for lemonade you had just made with the kids. 

You watched the adorable sight from inside while holding your 18 month-old against your chest. It was hard to manoeuvre while heavily pregnant but Ivy loves being held, and it’s so hard saying no to your little girl. 

Harry ran inside first, sporting a proud grin and announcing that he had done as you asked. Since you couldn’t bend down to kiss him, you patted your son on his head and poured him a glass of the lemonade you promised him for calling over the men inside.

Your son happily gulped down the drink and held out his glass, asking for a refill. You smiled and obliged his request. As you poured once again, James strode in while making an exaggerated expression of disappointment. 

“You’re supposed to be resting.” He reminded you, as if you could forget. 

“I didn’t strain myself making the lemonade, and I got a helper to pass on the message to you boys outside.”

James tousled Harry’s hair, letting him know he was proud. “Good boy, helping your mama.”

“I made the lemonade too!” Harry beamed, liquid rimming his mouth from his forceful downing of the drink. 

“Yes, you did!” You turned to James, smiling smugly. “See, it’s basically rest.”

He frowned, disapproving of your decision to keep up with small tasks when your doctor has recommended that you spend most of your time resting until the new baby comes. 

“I’m not worried, Jamie.” 

“Well, I am.” He told you, gently taking Ivy from your arms and holding her with significantly less effort than it takes you to do the same thing. “I’m your husband, so it’s my job to worry about you. Please go relax upstairs. I can’t relax if you don’t.”

“I can’t see the barn or the field when I’m in bed. I get sad without that view.”

Flattery would not work on James in this scenario, but you could see that it was definitely helping. His face softened and hints of a smile were almost peeking out. 

Interrupting your little moment, Jack, the new farmhand walked through the front door. 

You turned away from James so you could pour the younger man some lemonade, but he interjected. 

“I can get that, Miss Potter. I’m the one working for you, no need to put yourself out in your condition.” Jack said, reaching for the lemonade and an empty glass on the counter. 

You heard James muttering an angry “Missus” under his breath, but you chose to ignore it. 

Other than the title, Jack was right. He was preaching exactly what you had been upset with James for bothering you about. But you could only be mad at James, since he was your husband and his lectures were constant. 

“Isn’t it good, Dad?” Harry asked happily, looking up at his father. 

“It’s amazing, Haz.” He said, really to both you and Harry. 

Then the new farmhand spoke up with his own testimony to the beverage. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

James noticed you looked flattered at the pair of compliments—he hoped you gave his own a little bit more weight—and guzzled down the rest of his drink. 

“Alright, love, let’s get you settled back upstairs.” Your husband said, a hand gesturing up to your bedroom, but not for anything fun. 

“I think I’ll sit outside for a bit.” You countered. “That way I can still relax like you want me to, but I still spend time with the kids as they run around out there.” 

Although James couldn’t theoretically object to that, he knew if he gave you a little bit of leeway by accepting this proposal, you’d go even further with it and that did nothing but stress James out. 

You two just stared at each other in a silent standoff, seeing who would budge first. You crossed your arms, and with that, James knew you weren’t wavering any time soon. Your husband sighed, then agreed that you could lounge around outside on the condition that you stayed on the porch swing for a majority of the time. 

Satisfied with that, you took your son’s hand and waddled out to the porch, James following while carrying Ivy out so she could sit with you as well. 

Your husband tucked Ivy and Harry against your sides, then went back to work out in the field while Jack went over to the barn. 

“Mummy, I want to work out there!” Harry exclaimed after a couple minutes of calm cloud gazing.

“You don’t want to stay here and keep me company?” 

Harry looked slightly conflicted, and you were sure much of the concern that your young son had for you had been placed there by James. It was sometimes nice to have your husband worried about you, but it felt bittersweet to have Harry do the same when he had much better things to occupy his innocent mind. 

“I’m kidding, honey.” You unwrapped your arm from around his side and helped him off the swing. “Go ask your dad if he has anything you can do. He’ll put you to work in no time.” 

That was apparently all the boy needed to hear, since he ran off towards his father as soon as the words left your mouth. 

You turned to the little girl on your other side and took her little hand in yours since you couldn’t let her sit on your lap in your condition. 

“Well, it’s just you and me, princess.” 

She looked at you and pouted softly. You could already tell she was a busybody like the rest of the family, and that she would much rather be playing or walking around the farm than sitting on the porch. 

“I know, Ivy. I’m bored too, but we’ll get through it. Look at the boys out there.” 

You two sat on the porch swing, rocking slightly, for what felt like hours—it was really more like thirty minutes. Ivy’s been babbling for a while, and that’s been the only thing keeping you sane. 

Then you noticed Jack walking over towards the house, holding something in a closed fist. 

“Hi, Miss Potter.” The twenty year-old began. 

“Hi, Jack.” You smiled. “What have you got there?” 

“I was cleaning out the hayloft, and I found this old bracelet up there.” 

He held out his hand, showing off a dainty piece of jewelry. It was definitely weathered, but it wasn’t necessarily dirty, and you could still see it was silver with a few pearls decorating it. 

“Oh, that’s lovely.” You commented. “Isn’t that pretty, honey?”

Your daughter repeated the word ‘pretty’ in the adorable way she does when copying you. Then you brought your attention back to the farmhand. 

“I’m not sure how it got there, I’ve never seen it before. Maybe a bird brought it in. I’ll ask James if he recognises it too.”

“Do you want me to bring it over to him?”

“No, that’s alright.” You replied. “If you could bring it inside and put it in a bowl by the sink, though, that would be great. And feel free to get yourself a drink from the kitchen, too.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He shot you a smile as he headed inside the house, politely wiping his boots on the mat before entering and walking around. 

You turned towards your daughter, curling her soft hair around your finger as she snuggled up against your hip. 

“See that? We’ve got treasure on this farm, baby. We’ve got pearls growing out of the ground.” 

Her smile mirrored yours and you thought her expression was so damn adorable even though you knew she didn’t understand at all what you were talking about. 

Jack walked out of the house, the quiet creak of the front door interrupting you giggling over your daughter babbling about the farm and wherever else her mind was going. 

“All done, Miss Potter.” He reported. 

“Thank you, Jack.” 

“Thank you!” Ivy spoke up, happily repeating after you. 

You fawned over your own daughter, cheering her on for speaking, and while using such sweet manners at that. Jack joined in as well, telling the baby she did such a good job. 

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was watching from across the property, a judging expression on his face as he observed you and the young new farmhand being so friendly. 

Of course James trusted you. Of course James was glad you were feeling happy after all you’ve been through with this tiring pregnancy. And of course James knew he was better company than some farmhand who was barely older than a high-schooler. 

But he knows that you’re smiling at Jack and looking more giddy than you have with James for the past few weeks. He was young, charming, and quite fit. How could James not feel at least a little bit jealous and insecure? 

And though James hated seeing it, he was absolutely not going to make a scene. But he was going to do something about it. 

“Hey, Haz?” He called to the boy picking—and snacking on—cherry tomatoes. 

Harry shot up, a smile on his face and a small tomato in his cheek. 

“Can you come here for a second, mate? Bring the basket, please.”

Your son walked over to his dad, carrying over his haul. 

“You’re doing so well picking the tomatoes, but I’m worried we’ll have nothing left over if I keep you on the job.” James joked, and the young boy smiled, knowing exactly what his dad meant. “New task for you, go entertain your mum, alright? Keep her company? She can’t do much to play with you, but I’m sure she’d love to hear a story. Think you can do that?” 

Harry nodded and darted off to where you and Ivy were sitting on the porch, both enjoying Jack’s animal impressions that he had been putting on to impress the little girl at your side. 

He climbed up onto the swing with you again, and you welcomed him with open arms. Well, one open arm, since you were holding Ivy close to you with the other. 

“Oh, look whose boredom has been cured!” You teased, allowing him to sit right next to you. 

“Daddy said I gotta keep you company.” He informed you happily. 

“Did he, now? Well, that’s perfect ‘cause I was just starting to miss you.”

Jack took this reunion as his cue to leave, going back to his work in the barn with barely any acknowledgement as he left. 

James, watching from across the property, didn’t even bother hiding his proud grin when he saw everything unfolding just as he had planned. He too went back to his work, only thinking about finishing for the day so he could go back inside with you and the kids—and no dumb farmhand. 

Once James had done everything that he needed to do, he headed back over to the house, the whole family wearing matching smiles as he walked towards you. 

“Hi, handsome.” You greeted him. “All done?”

“All done.” He replied. He then bent down to kiss you softly. “How are you feeling, lovie?” 

“I’m great. Your little helper was doing such a good job keeping me and Ivy company.”

James proudly patted the top of Harry’s head. “That’s my boy.”

Harry grinned bashfully, happy for the validation that he had done well with the tasks he was given today. 

“I’ll wash up and then I can make dinner, okay?”

“James—” 

He cut you off, knowing exactly what your protest was before you could even start. “I’ll make dinner. Only reason I wouldn’t is if none of you were hungry.”

Shooting him a defeated glare, you stood up from the porch swing and took the kids inside with you, James trailing right behind you all. 

“So what are you all hungry for?” 

“Cheese sandwiches!” Harry said enthusiastically. 

Of course he did. 

Since you’ve been pregnant and taking more breaks lately—though you would never tell James you’ve been feeling slightly more tired since you’ve seen how serious he gets about your health—you’ve been making easier meals for the family. And Harry hasn’t been able to get enough of the extremely simple sandwiches you’ve been serving up. 

James chuckled. “C’mon, it’s your mother that you need to go easy on, not me. What else do you want?” 

But your little boy stuck with his choice, just as you knew he would.

“Sandwiches! The way Mummy makes them!”

James feigned shock and offense, jaw dropped and a hand to his heart. 

“The way Mummy makes them? Is the way Daddy makes them not good enough?!” 

“Mummy makes them the best!” Harry giggled, pointing at you. 

You blew a kiss to your son as you sat your daughter in her high chair. 

“Thank you, baby. You’re too nice to me.”

Harry lifted his little hand and mimed catching the kiss and pressing it to his cheek, mimicking what James does every time you blow him a kiss. It was so damn adorable, you blew another kiss just to watch him do it again, and it was just as cute the second time. 

But all good things come to an end, and your attention was taken away from the boy by the sound of your front door opening and the sight of your new farmhand walking in. 

“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve done all the work for the day, so I’ll be heading home.” 

Good riddance, James thought. But you weren’t that mean. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” You asked, walking over to the farmhand. 

Before Jack could answer, James spoke up for him, eager to get the younger man out of your house. 

“I’m sure he’s tired and just wants to get home, love.”

You turned to Jack and rested a reassuring hand on his bicep. You were worried about him not eating after a full day of working, but obviously James didn’t see it like that. James only noticed your hand on the young man’s arm, and he saw red. But of course, he couldn’t show it to you. James stood there, silently fuming and hoping that Jack would leave as soon as possible. 

“Really, it’s nothing big.” You continued asking your farmhand if he wanted to stay a little longer. “James is making sandwiches, so it shouldn’t take long.” 

James stepped in again, even though he tried not to. “Well it’ll take longer if we stand around talking about it.”

Sensing the start of some tension that he would rather avoid, Jack decided staying for dinner may not be the best idea. 

“He’s right, Miss Potter. I should be getting going. Have a good night.”

You and the kids waved him goodbye as Jack headed out. James however, did not. But you chose to ignore that for the time being, telling yourself your husband was just eager to end his work day and spend time with his family. 

From practically the second the door closed behind the farmhand, James seemed alright. James made dinner, played with the kids, and even took the lead with putting them to bed afterwards. 

You were almost willing to look past it and just go to sleep, until James started acting oddly again, just as you were getting ready for bed. 

The both of you were running through your normal bedtime routine—which was getting earlier and earlier now that James insisted you needed all the sleep you could get—and you had crawled into bed, getting comfortable. 

You expected James to join you soon enough, so you picked up the book from your bedside table and waited as he finished up in the bathroom. 

The door opened, and out walked your husband in his sleep pants and a tank top. 

“Well, hello there, handsome.” You called, holding out a hand to invite him into bed with you. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” James replied with a grin.

You thought he was coming to get into his side of the bed, but he stops at the foot of the bed and sits down on the floor instead. 

Although it was more of a struggle than normal, you tried sitting up so you could get a better look at your husband, who was now beginning to lightly stretch on your carpet. 

“Jamie, what are you doing down there?”

“Just getting a quick workout in, love.” He said that like it was totally normal, but you thought otherwise. You knew your husband far too well to believe him about this. 

“The workout you did all day outside wasn’t enough for you?” You tried approaching it gently, teasing him a bit, because you wanted to keep the mood light. 

“No, I just figured I should try to get a bit more in shape.”

“You’re in shape.” You told him with a hundred percent honesty. 

He basically shrugged off your response, which only concerned you more. James has always been fit, and even though he doesn’t work out the same way he used to before having kids, he still spent his days doing manual labour, which kept him in great shape. 

“Jamie, could you get up, please?” 

He stood up immediately, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He sat down on the side of the bed, not breaking eye contact with you for a single second. 

“Is everything okay?” He asks softly.

“That’s what I should be asking you, Jamie. What’s been going on with you lately?” 

“What do you mean?”

The question was nonsense, and you both knew it. James had been acting differently than normal lately, and it was impossible to not notice. He was buying time for some reason, and you just wanted to figure out why. 

“You know what I mean.” You told him with a defeated slump of your shoulders. “We’re too close for a lie like that to work on me. You’ve been watching me like a hawk, you’ve been irritable, and you seem like you’re trying to prove yourself for some reason. Talk to me, Jamie, please.”

James sighed, knowing there was no way he could, or reason he should, lie his way out of this. Being honest with his wife was far more valuable than his ego. And we’re talking about James Potter here, so that means a lot.  

He shifted his form around so that he was face to face with you

“I’m worried I’m not good enough for you anymore, lovie.”

Your heart sank. James has been a little overbearing lately—for obvious reasons—and you’ve been letting him know how you felt, but you didn’t know he had been taking your criticism personally. 

“James, I didn’t—” 

“No, I know. It’s not your fault at all.” He interrupted you gently, taking your hands in his. 

That was so like James. It was exactly what you loved about him—one of many reasons. Even when he was opening up about something that’s been on his mind, he was still trying to comfort you. 

“I feel like we’re not as close right now as we usually are.” James continued. “And that’s no one’s fault, it’s just that the house is full of stress with the new baby coming soon, and we’re all adapting every day.”

You took a breath, knowing he was absolutely right. It’s no secret that the family has been full of all kinds of emotions as of late, but you and James haven’t really acknowledged the shifting of your relationship. 

“I just can’t help but hurt a little when I see you with the farmhand and you’re gushing over him while he flexes his muscles and showers you with compliments. It reminds me of when we were younger, and I wonder if you would trade our life now for what it was like back then.”

You raised his hands, which were cradling yours, up to your lips and pressed a kiss to each hand. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know how you felt.” You said softly. “It was nice back then, but it’s also pretty nice now, and I wouldn’t trade our life together for anything in the world.”

Your words seemed to have cheered your husband up a bit, as you saw a smile hit the corners of his lips. 

“I promise I only have eyes for you, and you don’t need to do anything other than being your wonderful self to ensure that. I love you, even if I haven’t been showing it much lately. I’m sorry that I made you doubt our relationship, even in the slightest.” 

You scanned his face, trying to read his emotions. Usually you were great at this, but tonight there was something a bit off, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. 

Reassuring you that you two were okay, James nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you too.” He promised, his hands falling to your hips. “I’m glad you still find me attractive.”

“You’re so attractive.” You leaned over—albeit slightly effortfully—and kissed his cheek as you spoke. “James Potter, you’re the sexiest person in the world.”

“No, definitely not.” He shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek. 

This humility was unusual for James. Ever since you met, he’s been cocky and proud. He’s incredible in every way, and he knew it. 

As he looked up at you and opened his mouth to speak again, you realised the sudden humble attitude was all an act. 

“I’m probably second place. You’re definitely sexier.” 

You bit back the grin that threatened you, but there was nothing you could do about the blush that flooded your cheeks. You shook your head and gestured to your body that was cloaked in a soft set of pink maternity pyjamas. 

“Not like this, I’m not.”

James shook his head again and cupped your face in his hands so he could press a trail of kisses along your jaw. “I think you’re especially sexy like this. And if you weren’t ordered against any strenuous tasks, I’d prove it to you right now.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

about the dynamic between Sevika and a plus sized reader, I would LOVE her comforting you about gaining happy relationship weight. Like reader is a bit insecure about gaining weight but Sevika just keeps reassuring her and telling her how good she looks etc :)

I’m actually obsessed with this so yes. Hope you enjoy!

Nothing but Curves III

Warnings: self-image issues, themes of insecurity, afab!reader, soft Sevika, mentions of meal skipping (briefly)

Please never skip meals or do anything that can cause your body any harm. If you ever have these thoughts, please seek help. You are loved, you are cherished, you are needed.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, throat tight at what you see. You’ve always been curvy, always bigger than your friends, but now?

Now it’s worse. You’ve put on more weight. Your thighs are fuller, your rolls are more prominent, your arms are larger, as well.

You were just going to take a bath while your girlfriend waits in the other room but now you’re frozen. Your eyes trailing every new cellulite and stretch mark, the bigger rolls, your more stuck-out belly.

Maybe I should skip some meals, you think to yourself. It’s not like I need them anyways.

“Angel?” Sevika’s voice is what’s snaps you back to reality. You turn to face he, trying to cross your arms and cover your naked form. As if she hasn’t seen it many times before. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you dismiss too quickly and watch her eyes narrow.

“Don’t lie to me,” She says, stepping closer until your back is pressed against the sink. Her voice is low and rough, signaling she doesn’t appreciate being lied to.

“Vika, really, it’s nothing. I-It’s stupid,” You laugh it off but even you can hear it’s fake.

Sevika sighs and tilts her head. “Really? You think I’m going to believe that?”

“It’s stupid,” You echo, dropping your gaze. It falls to her exposed lower abdomen, all tan skin and tight muscles.

It makes your stomach churn as you glance at yourself, the softness of your belly, the stretch marks around your bellybutton and hips. The roundness of your belly almost mocks you, making you feel worse.

“Baby,” Sevika’s voice cuts through the haze. Her metal finger hooking around your chin to tilt your eyes up to meet her own. “Talk to me, baby,” Her voice is soft, kind and it’s so unusual for her to sound this way.

It’s all it takes to break you.

“I-I’ve put on a few pounds,” You say simple. “Maybe…Maybe more than a few. I-I hadn’t noticed I let myself go so much,” Your voice cracks as you try to swallow past the lump in your throat.

“What?” Sevika’s face twists in confusion, her eyes scanning your body. You tighten your arms across your midsection, wanting to hide under the force of her gaze.

“You don’t have to say it. I know —“

“You look beautiful,” she says over your complaints, voice thick like molasses. “You know I find you beautiful.”

“But that was before —“

“That will never change,” She cuts you off again, eyes daring you to keep this up. “You could drop weight, gain it, lose a fucking limb, I don’t give a crap. You’re still you.”

“But —“

“No fucking buts or fucking ifs,” She grunts, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. “You’re my beautiful angel. I think you look ten times cuter than when we first met, doll.”

You blush against her mouth, kissing her softly. She pulls back to press a kiss to your temple.

“What is it that people call it?” She grumbles, arms wrapping around your naked body.

Your first instinct was to try and push her away when you felt her fingers sink into your fat. But it only lasts a second before you’re tentatively wrapping your arms around her, too.

“Relationship weight?” She asks, shrugging. “I don’t give a crap, you’re still fucking mine.”

You laugh and shake your head against her shoulder, tightening your arms around her. “Yours, love.”

Sevika smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Good girl. All mine, every delicious inch of you.”

You blush and bury your face into her shoulder. “So you don’t find me repulsive?”

“Repulsive?” She scoffs. “Hell no. More weight means more to love,” She laughs, throaty and deep. “Look at what you do to me. I’m saying the sappiest fucking shit.”

You laugh and kiss her jaw. “It was sappy but it was cute.”

“Yeah, don’t get too used to it,” She grumbles, kissing your hair. “Now, do you need company while you take your bath?”

You hear the suggestive tone and you blush. “Maybe I do.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Thank you Anon for leaving this for me to write! Wanna write more for this. Might make it a Drabble/series if people are interested.

Just need to sit down and write a master list for everything. I didn’t expect people to enjoy my writing so I’m really glad! ☺️

Leave any more requests if you have any! And Ty for 200 followers!

[deeva-arud]

Deeva Årud - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Since I don’t really celebrate my birthdays, a relaxed plan like this is more than enough for me.

Summon Line: These moments of peace and quiet feel rewarding after a productive day.

Groooovy!!: Singing to plants helps them grow stronger… or so they say. Well, I guess they can be my secret public.

Home: It’s time to sleep.

Swap looks: …So bright, couldn’t it be cloudy today?

Home idle 1: I don’t usually need thick bedsheets or fabrics to sleep during this cold weather. Wrapping myself in my wings is enough to keep me warm.

Home idle 2: Jack gifted me a pair of hard guards for my ice skates. What a good timing, I’ve been planning on replacing my old ones.

Home idle 3: This cream Vil gave me feels very moisturising and light, he has quite a good eye for these products. Now… Should I go for a natural makeup again?

Home idle – Login: Let’s see… Tomorrow I have a shift at Mostro Lounge after Alchemy class, then I have club activities and then… Ah, it seems my schedule is full again.

Home idle – Groovy: Growing plants in Octavinelle is a hard task not fit for everyone, you have to use a lot of gardening-related spells to keep them alive.

Home tap 1: It’s essential to preen my feathers and apply natural oils to them every day. After all, wings are a vetureyík’s pride.

Home tap 2: The Pop Music Club was planning a surprise party for me, but apparently Kalim forgot I have a sharp hearing. I tried my best to act surprised today, although I fear acting is not my forte.

Home tap 3: I always braid my hair or put it into a messy bun before I go to sleep. Otherwise, it’d be all tangled when I wake up.

Home tap 4: It’s time for my daily violin practice. Maybe I could play a bit of cello after that.

Home tap 5: *phone notification* A goodnight message from Cater and… Oh? *smiles* I see, today’s is a special one.

Home Tap – Groovy: That stare… Let me guess, is it because of these fluffy hairpins or because I don’t normally expose my forehead?

Duo: [DEEVA]: Kalim, thank you for the birthday wishes. [KALIM]: No need to be so serious, Deeva! Now let’s get the party started!

Birthday Login Message: You came here just to wish me a happy birthday? That’s so thoughtful of you, I sincerely appreciate your efforts. And you brought a present as well… In that case, allow me to repay you for your troubles with a free drink. Yes, any drink you want. Don’t worry, I assure you Azul won’t complain about this new special discount.

[all-i-wanna-be-is-a-lil-flower]

I know literally no one follows me or will see this - but so so so seriously be careful about going to visit national parks. If you are not someone who is really experienced, you need to be staying on easier trails and easily accessible areas. With the decimation of staffing there will not be enough people to go rescue you if something happens.

HOWEVER

People still need to go and be seen! If we all completely stop visiting our parks then the administration will likely use the decline in visitation as an excuse to just de-establish some parks entirely. If you are going to visit, know that by being understaffed they will likely not be able to keep up with park utilities. SO

1. Pack out all of your trash even if there are recepticals for it. Make it a little bit easier for the few if any workers there still is.

2. Be aware that bathrooms may be grosser than you're hoping. (Do not use this as an excuse to go in the woods). Bring sanitizer and wipes for yourself, but still use the restroom so we're not following bad LNT [Leave No Trace - if you don't know what that is look it up] and just pooping everywhere.

3. DO RESEARCH BEFORE YOU GO. Without staff there to tell you about park specific safety hazards, you need to be doing extra diligence by reading up before hand and reading EVERY posted sign. Look up dangerous wildlife and plants (are there venomous snakes here?, is there poison ivy? or is this region mostly poison oak and sumac?, TICKS AND TICK BORNE ILLNESSES FFS), if you're going to an area with a river keep an eye on weather not just there but the surrounding watershed for flooding potential, is it rocky and risk for mudslides rn, there's so so many things important to safety and there will not be the staff to warn you about it.

4. This is just good advice in general, but follow good safety and have some basic first aid supplies with you and make sure to carry enough water!

I'm gonna end this with -- while I have worked generally in Outdoor ed and rec for several years, I'm still not gonna call myself the expert here. If NPS staff (current or fired) are saying something else - go with their advice. I'm just some rando on the internet after all 🫶

Stay safe y'all, do not let them take this from us. Call your reps, protect our parks and the trained staff that protect all of us.

Back in my home state. I was hyper-aware of all the shit hitting the National Parks system (& other land mgmt agencies) but being here's like going from watching your house burn down from across the road to actively being in it. Half the fees staff fired. supervisors are thankfully doing all they can to hire on EMTs and medics, but it's going to be a very long summer without our rangers, firefighters, and interp staff (most of whom are also needed to participate in medical and search&rescue)

I've said it before and I'll say it again, but if you value not dying (or even just not sitting in a line for 4 hours) don't visit your national parks until something chances. Please please call your reps, tell your friends, etc.

[juliet-017]

"Pretty Girl" - L. B.

Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

Minors dni!

Warnings: Choking/breathplay, dubcon, slight edging?, nipple play (like one line), unprotected p n v, fingering, infront of a mirror, first smut so hopefully this hits, lmk if I missed anything

Synopsis: When all of Hogwarts gets together for a end of term celebration it can get loud, chaotic even, causing y/n (no use of y/n besides this) to step out and take a breather. Little did she know she was in for a night she wouldn't be fore getting anytime soon.

a/n: uhm this is my first smut ever.. also ignore the cheesy title im so bad at making titles

Word count: ~1.5k

The room of requirement was filled with smoke and heat, members of every house having got together to celebrate the end of the term, a rare occurrence of differences being set aside. It felt easier to take it in from the sidelines, not used to throwing yourself into large groups and making a scene. You nursed a drink while your friends gathered around you.

Astoria and Daphne having been eyeing different boys from the start, holding slightly arguments, left you to converse with Pansy as you shifted your weight some. “Stop being a spoilsport and come dance,” She practically shouted in your ear for the tenth time in under an hour.

You shook your head, downing the cup quickly. “ ‘m not drunk enough to embarrass myself infront of the whole school.” You reply, not even having enough time to slip away to get a new drink before Pansy has you by the wrist, forcing you out towards the large crowd and closer to the center of it.

And as if fate allowed it, the alcohol hit at the perfect time, feeling yourself let loose slightly, moving to the music at a slow and sensual pace.

“See it's not all bad, is it?” Pansy teased, more so looking around the crowd as if trying to spot someone more than enjoying the moment.

You tried to make any glances less obvious, still aware of your surroundings and glances but a little more carefree than your typical rigid demeanor.

“Finally, there you are!” Pansy shouted exasperated, throwing her arms over Draco's shoulders and snogging him without a second thought.

You halted, giving a flushed wave to the other boys - Theodore and Mattheo - having only had brief conversations with them before, but knowing enough that there's normally a few more in their possy.

“I'm just going to get another drink.” You excuse yourself, using the distraction to hopefully get some air.

All of the common room parties you've gone to have been nowhere near as busy as this, so you thankfully slip out into the corridor to catch your breath and relax.

“And what's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?” A voice hums, causing you to quickly jolt your gaze towards it, finding Lorenzo Berkshire right next to you.

“Shit- sorry, I didn't see you.” You reply quickly, your reaction time slowed and wobbly as you take a step back to make some space, shrinking yourself down slightly as well.

“No need for apologies,” He purrs, eyes travel you. “Needed some air?” He questions next, cocking a brow.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. It's just a lot in there.” You stammer, giggling the nerves off as you take to messing with your hair. “I wasn't sure if I'd go back in or-”

“If you need to freshen up I can get you into the prefects lavatory. I know the password.” He cuts you off, raising a brow.

You hesitate before conceding, it might do you some good to have some privacy. And maybe Pansy will give you a pat on the back for already going this far.

The walk is silent, awkward. you can feel Lorenzo’s hand on the small of your back as if to help you keep your balance.

“Why weren't you with your friends?” You ask eventually, looking up at him.

He always seems a bit thinner than the others, Theodore, Blaise, and Mattheo having him beat, meanwhile, Draco held a more lean build.

“I was on my way in, I just needed an extra minute.” He shrugs. “Why weren't you with yours?” He asks back, causing you to curse yourself.

“I was. I just.. snum away.” You argue, crossing your arms in defiance.

Eventually you both make it to the bathroom, you take the opportunity to relieve yourself, unsure of why Lorenzo deemed it necessary to enter the large bathroom with you but you brush it off.

It's easy till you're examining your self shamelessly in the mirror, trying to pick apart what you could do for a quick fix or what you'll just has to hope goes unnoticed.

What you didn't pick up on way Lorenzo approaching, that is until you feel his chest bump against your back, iliicting a gasp from you. “What are you even looking at?” He grumbles, staring into the mirror himself with a squint.

“Myself? What else would I be looking at.” You reply, shrugging at the obvious, trying to ignore the proximity.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, subtly caging you in, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “you just look a bit lost in thought, that's all.”

You shrug, mind lost in a drunken gaze as you look in the mirror for a moment longer. With a huff you make a move to turn around to head back to the party, finally realizing how trapped you are, feeling his length brush up against your ass.

Clearing your throat, you come back to your senses slightly. “W-we should get back to the party, our friends are probably looking for us.” You slur out.

Enzo hums, running a hand through your hair and ignoring your statement, one arm snaking around your waist while the other hand makes its way to your throat, squeezing slightly. “They won't miss us for a few more minutes.” He murmurs, burying his nose in your hair. “Smells delicious,”

A small whine escapes you, observing the scene in the mirror, feeling him grind against you.

“Always so quiet, off by yourself.. driving me crazy.” He mutters, the hand previously on your waist pushing your dress up before resting atop your panties, his thumb pressing down on your clit. “Every single party I see you at you're all dressed up,”

A soft moan escapes you, already trying to move your hips for more pleasure while your eyes get lost in the mirror, feeling your panties be pushed to the side as his fingers run through your slick. “Already so wet,” He purrs, leaving open mouth kisses on the side of your neck. “Are you okay with this?” He breaths the question into your ear, prompting a nod from you.

Teasing your entrance he slips a finger in, continuing with the smooth movements before noticing where your gaze is set. “Watching yourself are you? Filthy girl.” He taunts, clicking his tongue and adding a second finger, drawling out another sound of pleasure from your lips.

“Where else am I supposed to look?” You ask between moans, sarcastic.

“Excuses, excuses,” He chastises, making circles on on your clit as he squeezes your throat slightly.

You begin to feel heat growing in your stomach, writhing some in an attempt to fix it, screwing your eyes shut slightly. The tightening grip of your neck causes you to open them, trying to catch Lorenzo’s eye, he lets go slightly.

When you feel yourself getting close, he pulls his fingers out, prompting you to buck your hips back to chase the lost pleasure. “Please,”

“Patience, pretty girl.” He hums, squeezing your neck again, tighter this time. You listen to him undoing his buckle and pants with one hand, hearing his pants and boxers fall to his ankles.

Taking his length in one hand, Lorenzo pumps his already hard self, running himself between your folds before slowly pushing himself into you. He was much bigger than you expected.

A loud moan escapes you, strangled by the tight grip on your throat. Easing into you he groans, bottoming out. “So fuckin’ tight, so perfect.”

You feel him starting to move his hips, slowly thrusting, his free hand moving up to free one of your tits, palming it. He pinches one of your nipples, a whine slipping past your lips.

Your lips and fingers feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, reveling in the feeling of it while being fucked, eyes rolling back.

He lightens his grip slightly, allowing you just enough air to rid yourself of any lightheadedness, feeling your orgasm reapproaching as you clench around him. His hand that was formally fondling your tits moves back down to your clit, making figure eights on it.

“ ‘m so close.” You whine, hands tightly grappling the sink, watching yourself in the mirror with teary eyes from the pleasure. Your mascara messed up as your moans grow louder and more needy, fueled by Lorenzo’s own groans in your ear.

You start to meet his thrusts with your own, gaining more pleasure as your face screws up in ecstasy. You practically scream once you finish, going slack in Lorenzo's hold. He keeps thrusting, chasing his own pleasure, the overstimulation causing you to squirm.

After a few more thrusts he pulls out, covering your back in white, slumping against you.

“You did amazing princess,” He praises, kissing your jaw, both your breaths evening out. “now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[e-vay]

Heyo! Do you have any tips for making comics? :)

I've been meaning to get back into the swing of it, but concentrating on such a commitment that takes so much time is tough sometimes haha.

How do you make it work? Are there things you avoid/make easier for yourself just to make the process more fun and do-able?

First of all, I’m very happy for you! I think it’s very exciting whenever we return to a craft we were once passionate about. I wish you the best of luck!

This is a big question and I don’t think there’s really one simple answer since all artists are different and have their own strengths and weaknesses.

One of the biggest issues I face is that I have a million ideas but I simply don’t have the time to do them all. I want to share all these ideas but if I gave each and every idea the same amount of attention and detail, I’d hardly get anything done. So here are some things I've learned through my own comic-making experience, but keep in mind it may not be what you're looking for. Also remember this is NOT career advice. I make comics for fun, not for a living. If you’re looking for professional advice I would suggest looking elsewhere 👍

1 - A comic doesn't have to be fully rendered to be entertaining. Although I love to draw and line and color my work, it’s not always necessary. If I feel a punchline is strong enough to stand on its own, I’ll just make it into a doodle comic. In fact, I’ve found that some of my doodle comics perform better than the fully rendered ones! The doodle comics are still very fun for me to draw and they also serve as gestural drawing practice, so in the end it doesn’t feel like I'm making a sacrifice. I'm still getting my ideas out there and I'm still drawing, I'm just prioritizing what gets more attention so I can better manage my time.

2 - Not every panel needs an illustrated background. You definitely need to show backgrounds for establishing shots and when characters are interacting with the scene. But sometimes the focus needs to be entirely on the character and/or what they’re saying. You can choose to have a solid color background and maybe add a few textures to keep it visually interesting. You're still putting in the effort to make your art pop, but you aren’t losing a ton of time by drawing dozens of backgrounds. Color is also a good way to convey mood. I do that a lot in my comics, like this bit from “My Gal”:

^ I was trying to show a progression in excitement here, so having the colors change from cool to warm does a better job portraying that than if I just had a standard, scenic forest background for all the panels.

3 - Use resources: That's what they're there for! Because I make all these comics by myself, I have had to find resources to help me get through some of the steps faster so I can focus more on the story writing and the artwork. For example, to help me save time on lettering, I use the Onomatopedia font and the Manero Panels, SFX and Bubbles brush set for Procreate. I’m still selecting the sound effects and choosing the appropriate bubbles and tails to suit the mood and scale of the text, but this has saved me a ton of time because I’m not drawing each individual element by hand over and over again. Personally, I purchased these resources but I'm sure there are plenty of free tools out there that you can use.

As far as making it more fun... Honestly, I just love comics as an art form so much that learning about all the 'rules' and techniques and 'SOP's behind comics makes it more fun for me to make them. I recommend checking out tutorials and tips (even if you think you already know it all) and you might be surprised at how much it might ignite more of your comic-making passion. For example, I've spent hours on Blambot's "How-To" page and on ComicDevices.com just to try and soak up as much as I can. They're full of fascinating reads that make me want to try out different things!

I hope this helps! Good luck with your comics!

[bvrnesher]

Hi! I hope you day is going well, could you do headcanons for Leo Valdez? Like, if he was Spider-Man and he had a crush on the reader please?

sure thing, babe!

SPIDER-MAN ! LEO VALDEZ

cw: none.

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ! 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔?

Leo Valdez as spider-man would be chaotic. Chaotic Neighborhood Hero – If anyone thought normal Spider-Man was chaotic, they clearly haven’t seen Leo in action. He’s web-swinging upside down, making fire-powered aerial flips, and cracking way too many jokes mid-fight. Villains either get mad or give up from sheer frustration.

Leo Valdez who Flirts While Crime-Fighting – If you happen to be around when he’s in costume, he’s ten times more dramatic.

“Don’t worry, citizen! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has got this.”

“I know I look cool right now, but please, try not to fall for me.” (He totally hopes you do fall for him.)

Leo Valdez is like... Leo vs. His Own Secret Identity – He wants to tell you he’s Spider-Man, but also, he definitely wants to impress you as himself, too.

He’ll do stuff like accidentally mention something Spider-Man did, then awkwardly try to cover it up.

“Oh yeah, Spidey totally took down three guys in an alley yesterday—uh, I mean, I heard about that. From a...news thing. Haha.”

Leo Valdez who swings past your window every single night, even when he has no reason to be there. He’ll make up some excuse like “Just doing my patrol!” but he’s really just hoping to see you.

Leo Valdez who saves you once and is so smug about it.

“No need to thank me, mi amor—wait, actually, do thank me. Maybe with a kiss?”

Leo Valdez who panics every time you mention thinking Spider-Man is cool. Like, “Cool how? Cool in a ‘wow, I wanna date him’ way? Or cool in a ‘he’s a neat guy’ way?” Please clarify. It’s for science.

Leo Valdez who tries to act smooth around you but trips over his own webbing. One second, he’s flirting. The next, he’s flat on the ground, groaning. “You saw nothing.”

Leo Valdez who builds his own web-shooters and casually adds a mini flamethrower just because he can.

Leo Valdez who absolutely shows off whenever you’re around. Swings upside down, does unnecessary flips, probably almost crashes into a building because he’s too busy flirting with you mid-swing.

Leo Valdez who “casually” webs your hand so you have to hold his, and when you call him out, he just grins, “Oops. Guess we’re stuck like this forever.”

Leo Valdez who leaves you dumb, flirty notes written in webbing. You wake up to see “Good morning, beautiful ;)” webbed to your wall, and you have no proof it was him.

Leo Valdez who gets jealous of… himself. If you mention Spider-Man is cool, he plays it off like “Yeah, I mean, he’s alright.” Meanwhile, he’s internally screaming because yes, he is Spider-Man, but you don’t know that and it’s killing him.

Leo Valdez who literally forgets how to speak when you kiss him while he’s still in the mask.

His brain just short-circuits. Stands there, completely frozen, before finally stammering, “…Uh. Can you do that again?”

Leo Valdez and superhero Dates (Without You Knowing) – Since he’s not technically allowed to tell you, he still finds ways to protect and impress you as Spider-Man.

Walks you home while swinging overhead, just to make sure you’re safe.

If it’s raining, he accidentally webs an umbrella to you from above.

You keep getting “lucky” when bad guys show up, because Spidey just so happens to be nearby every time.

Leo Valdez who saves little bits of web fluid so he can make you cute, tiny web sculptures. (They don’t last forever, but he makes you new ones all the time—little hearts, flowers, or tiny robots just for you.)

Leo Valdez who literally melts when you tell him you already knew.

(“WAIT, YOU KNEW?! AND YOU LET ME EMBARRASS MYSELF FOR MONTHS?!”)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒔.

[partydemoman]

I'm not an ask blog, but I wanted to answer these anyway. Answering for my Wol, Naraya Tuivione

1. It would depend on who is doing the perceiving. Someone who hasn't seen many Au Ra might think she is a child/teen given her short stature, while anyone with combat training will notice that she has the air of a highly experienced warrior. In general, though, most people's first impression might be her air of competence. People can easily see that this is a woman who knows what she is doing.

2. Naraya was born in the Azim Steppe, but has spent most of her life in Eorzea, particularly spending most of her childhood in Gridania.

3. At first she followed Oschon the Wanderer, but after dealing with primals for so long she has become kinda desensitized to all things divine and doesn't really care anymore (If the Endwalker Alliance Raids would change this, don't spoil me. I haven't played them yet)

4. She is an only child, both to her birth parents and her adopted family.

5. Her birth father specifically didn't influence her in that way since he wanted her to choose her own path. Her adopted mom kind of did, but only in that she picked up archery to follow in her mom's footsteps.

6. Naraya treats pretty much everyone the same, in that she won't hesitate to help anyone who is in need. There was the exception of the beast tribes for most of the story, since they were all tempered, but now that that isn't a factor she'll gladly help out the allied societies just as much as anyone else.

7. Naraya has, admittedly, felt somewhat forced to play the part of World Saving Adventurer/Hero for a while, since she felt she is pretty much the only one strong enough to succeed at what she does. Since the end of Endwalker, though, she has been able to put more focus on being an adventurer, and it has been a massive breath of fresh air. As for side gigs, she is a rather talented singer, musician, and dancer, having acquired both the Bard and Dancer jobs. She doesn't really perform, per se, but mostly uses them for small personal things. For example, she created the songs Dragonsong, Tomorrow And Tomorrow, and Footfalls, and sings little bits of Flow to calm herself down at times.

8. At first, she learned each job from the in-game mentors but has since iterated on each of them to suit her style. She also taught herself a style that uses her ability to hot-swap between jobs mid battle to make a fighting style that is really hard to counter, swapping between weapons and styles rapidly while maintaining coherence and proper technique.

9. Naraya likes the neutrality of the Scions and uses it to help as many people as possible across nation borders, rather than tying herself to one specific nation.

10. It would vary. Sometimes, she'll take walks, make little doodads out of metal or wood, spend time with the Doman Adventurer's Guild, things like that.

11. I don't really use minions much, myself, but probably either Midgardsormer or the Starbird.

12. I haven't done enough with the Allied Societies to really say.

13. Naraya lost her adopted mom, Asene, who was on patrol near Fallgourd Float when the Calamity happened. Naraya herself was in Gridania and managed to make it through relatively unscathed.

14. I've made the occasional small change, like a specific line of dialog or Naraya's exact relationship with a character, but I've generally stuck pretty close to Canon.

15. I don't ship my wol with anyone so I don't have any screenshots like that.. Something something aroace.

16. Am I allowed to say Venat? I'm gonna say Venat.

17. I would absolutely save Haurchefant. I'm not having it happen in my Canon since his sacrifice was extremely meaningful and I want to keep it, but damn do I want to save him.

18. There really isn't anyone for me, so I'm gonna flip this around and say a villain I kinda wish we hadn't persuaded to join our side: Bakool Ja Ja. I can definitely see what they were going for and him joining our side is… fine. But he had been a relentless monster for the whole expansion up to that point. I'm not a huge fan of how quickly he flipped around to our side.

19. So long as there are new and exciting things and places to see, Naraya is right where she wants to be.

20. As I said, I don't ship my wol with anyone, so no, she doesn't have any plans to settle down like that.

21. Probably a really low stakes adventure. Just enough to see some new things and new places, but nothing especially important in the grand scheme of things.

22. Our journey will never end.

23. Naraya might be tempted to forget a few things, but ending up like Elidibus is an unimaginably horrible fate to her. She wouldn't take the risk.

24. Let's go Gambling! No, not really.

25. No, I don't really interact with FCs, and neither would she.

26. Light/Astral aether. Constant activity.

27. I've never actually thought to make any other shards before, but I have some lore for my Azem, who I've named Mnemosyne after the Greek Titaness of memory.

28. Naraya is fascinated by all things Amarotine, partly because she wants to learn all she can about Azem.

29. They're cute! Though they can be kinda hard to deal with sometimes.

30. It feels anticlimactic to say, but I don't have any.

I decided to make a very in depth and fun ffxiv oc question meme! (Feel free to steal and use)

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 17

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Hii guys! I appreciate all the love! Hope you’re loving the series so far! 🤍 Next chapter will be out Thursday! Don’t forget to like and reblog, it really means the world!

Billie’s POV

“Billie!”

“Forget about it. Don’t bother trying anymore.”

“What are you saying?” I watched her continue to pace.

“You break all your fucking promises! You couldn’t even prioritize me this one time!” She shouted, her voice higher pitched than usual.

“Billie I have to take care of myself too! We’re not married! We don’t have to be attached at the hip every second of the day!” I yelled.

“That’s not-“

I cut her off, grabbing her duffle bag and tugging on it so she’ll stop. “You’re not gonna do this again! You’re not gonna disappear and stop talking to me just because I couldn’t cancel my life to be in yours!”

She yanked it back aggressively, “What difference does it make! I don’t see you unless I make the effort! Our plans don’t matter to you!”

“That’s not true! I could’ve just cancelled on you, but I made the effort so this wouldn’t happen again!” I shouted, successfully taking her bag out of her hands, causing her to stumble a bit. “Stop pushing me away!”

“Stop breaking my heart! Every time, you tell me you’re going to make time for me, then you find something more important, you break my heart!” She pulled her bag out of my grasp by the straps, pushing me backwards so I wouldn’t fight it.

My stupid high heels gave in, causing me to fall between a coffee table and the couch. She dropped the duffle, letting it fall by her feet and immediately reaching her arms out.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to-“

I smacked her hands away, grabbing onto the side of the couch and helping myself up. “Don’t.” I glared at her.

She sighed, watching me take off my heels.

“Fine, Billie, have it your way. You want me to come see you so bad, and when I finally do, you find things to be mad at me about. I can’t do everything you want me to do whenever you want me to do it!”

“OH! So she CAN stand up for yourself?” She snaps.

For some reason this was my last straw. “You are such a fucking asshole! Nothing is ever good enough for you! Imagine if every time I needed you and you were busy with touring, or interviews, I made you feel like shit for not being here!”

I shoved her backwards a couple times as I ranted.

The expression on her face was unfamiliar, like she was looking at a stranger. She looked shocked, astounded, even. Before she could even react she stumbled back, over the duffel bag. She caught herself, avoiding a bad fall.

“You’re a bad friend! You only care about yourself!” Tears escaped my eyes as she wrapped her hands around both my wrists to stop me from continuing to shove her.

“Remy, quit.” She grasped tightly into my wrists, but the adrenaline kept me from noticing as I continued to walk us across the room. “Stop, I don’t want to hurt you!” She shouted in my face, knowing she could forcefully restrain me, but chose not to.

Her back pressed up against the wall and her hands migrated to my triceps, all in one swift motion. She held me there, looking into my eyes, not exactly scared, but perhaps beside herself.

“You need to go.” She glanced between the door and us, motioning for me to leave.

“I got tossed around at work for months, and I needed you here with me, and you were everywhere else! But did I fucking attack you for it? No! Because your job is sooo important and makes you sooo much money-“

“Yours doesn’t make you happy! You know it’s true! Look at you! Do you enjoy dressing up in short dresses for old men so they let you be part of the conversation?!” She secured me in her firm hold.

“No, dude! What the hell is this? Huh? Why are you so fucking obsessed with what I wear, and what I do at work? Why are you so up my ass about everything-“

“I don’t like what you’ve become! They’re changing you, I’m losing my best friend!” She looked me up and down, keeping a tight grip on me.

My nails dug into her arms, attempting to get them off me. “No, because you do this shit with anyone I’m interested in- Everything has to go through a quality check with you. Why are you so fucking jealous of anything at all I give my attention to!?”

“I don’t care, I was right about Stevie! It took you like five hours to figure out what I knew the second I laid eyes on her!”

“Why are you SO obsessed with Stevie? Do you, like, have some fucking crush on me, or something?!” I tore her hands off me, backing away.

She stared at me, her back still leaned against the wall. There was pain in her eyes. Silence fills the room as I pick up my clutch and step into the shoes that I’d haphazardly thrown to the side, slipping them on as best I could.

When I looked at her again, I saw her quickly glance away and wipe her eyes.

“Okay, Regina George.” She squinted her eyes at me, defensively. “I’m just trying to look out for you because I know how you are!” She shouted.

“You don’t know anything about me! Not anymore. Your world is too far detached from mine. All I do is walk on fucking eggshells around you because lately, I’m so scared to piss you off, or- or disappoint you!” I reached out my arm pointing towards her.

“What? How?!” She winced.

“You’re my best friend! You’re the last person that’s supposed to make me feel like that! I have too many people in my life that make me feel like that!��� My voice was scratchy, breaking at the sight of tears coming from Billie’s eyes too. “Why cant you see that I’m trying? Why does no one see that? No one appreciates anything I fucking do!”

Her sad eyes widened, “That’s not true! I love you more than anything! I appreciate-“

I cut her off, “Then why is everything I do with my life such a fucking inconvenience to you!”

“You make me feel like the least important fucking person on the planet. If you think I’m a piece of shit friend, what the fuck does that make you?” She cried, wiping her tears away before they could fall. “You fucking promised!”

“I kept my fucking promise, Billie!” I got closer to her again.

“I was the last fucking stop of your day! I wanted to be the first!”

“What else did you want, princess?”

She screamed in my face, “Nothing! Not anymore!”

She wiped at her eyes again, smudging her eyeliner even more than it already was.

“Fine.” I fidget with the straps on my heels, bending over to see them better through my water eyes.

Finneas opened the door, scaring me a little. “Hey, everyone is waiting for you guys in the bus.” He said, poking his head in. He quickly notices Billie in tears, and the dense energy floating about the room.

“Everything… okay?” He walked in, looking at us both.

“No.” She said. “I want her to leave.”

Finneas looked between her and I, trying to figure out what had just happened. He opened his mouth to say something, but took it back, exchanging a look with Billie.

I began to walk out, but Finneas stopped me, blocking the door. “You both need to just have a talk. I think there’s-“

“No, Finneas, let her leave. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What doesn’t matter anymore?” Finneas asks, urgently. I glance at Billie, seeing her rub her temples to combat a couple tics.

“Any of it! This. Us.” I answer for her.

Finneas grabbed Billie’s duffle bag off the floor, noticing the footprint tracks all over it from being stepped on.

I walked out, not even bothering to limp. I didn’t even notice I had rolled my ankle when she pushed me, but the adrenaline from our explosion flowed through my body. It wasn’t until I sat in the empty lobby, calling an uber to take me to the nearest hotel I could afford, that I noticed how swollen it was.

While I waited, Finneas reappeared, wondering if I was okay. I’m sure billie caught him up because he asked me if I needed help finding a flight back home.

I shook my head, “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” I closed my eyes, putting my face in my hands. “Probably just get a rental and drive home.”

“Well, we’ll be here until late tomorrow. You got a place to stay tonight?”

I nodded. He let me know where they’d be staying for the night and said his goodbyes, as my uber pulled up. He walked me out to it, verifying the driver was legit and I climbed in the back seat.

Finneas leaned into the car, resting his elbows into the door frame, “You know, she’s the one who asked me to come check on you… To make sure you make it out okay. She told me not to let you leave unless I make sure you’re gonna be safe.”

I stared at the seat in front of me, blinking slowly.

“Have a good night.” He tapped the top of the sedan after closing the door for me.

At the hotel, I limped out of my stupid dress, and climbed in bed. With no change of clothes, I knew I had to figure something out tomorrow. I laid there, my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. My brain so unsatisfied, revisiting things I said or did, coming up with anything that would make things different. I knew I would barely get any sleep tonight.

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When the morning sun came back around, I woke up to the hotel phone ringing. “Hello?”

“Hello, I was just calling from the front desk to let you know someone is here asking for you.”

“Who is it?” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“A Maggie Baird?”

I sighed, relieved it wasn’t Billie. “Send her up, please.”

I got up and wrapped a large, white hotel robe around me, waiting for Maggie to knock on my door. Meanwhile, I checked my phone, seeing 4 missed calls from work, already knowing I’d never hear the end of it from Joe.

When she came in, she had a tote bag full of stuff. “Hey sweetheart, I brought you some clothes and shoes. Finneas told me you were limping pretty bad and Billie thinks you flew here with nothing.” She set it on my bed.

“Thanks, Maggie.”

She hugged me, rubbing my back. “Of course, honey. You know, it’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t think so, I can’t keep doing this back and forth with her. We’re just from two different worlds.”

“You two grew up in the same world, you know?” She watched me walk over to the bed, examining the clothes inside the tote.

I wondered if I should even bother explaining anything. I’m sure Billie already told her everything, and painted me out to be the bad guy.

“I know, but I think now we’re too different.”

“You guys are best friends. You don’t know how much she cares about you, Remy.” She sat next to me, pulling me into her shoulder.

“I care about her too, but clearly it’s not enough.”

“Well I want you to know that I love you dearly, and I’m always going to be here for you.” I sighed, wishing I had a mother like Maggie. I thought of all the times I needed a mom, and Maggie stepped up, making me feel like part of the family. “Don’t be a stranger, please.”

I nodded, giving her a hug. “Thank you for bringing this. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else. You have a way to get home?”

“Yeah.” I lied.

“Okay, be safe, hun.” She left.

I could smell that all too familiar scent coming from the clothing in the tote. I pulled out some white sweats and a white matching sweatshirt with Japanese writing on both of them. I saw a pair of Billie’s converse for me to wear and some socks rolled up inside them. A pair of boyshorts, a sports bra, and a hair tie were at the bottom as well, making me smile because she thought of even the smallest detail. I walked over to the shower, turning the knob to its hottest setting, and waiting for it to heat up.

Once clean, I put on the clothes, and checked out of my hotel. I ubered straight to the car rental and began the trip back home.

3 hours into the road trip, I checked my phone as it buzzed constantly, realizing it’d be best to call in sick, instead of ignoring the rest of my problems. I groaned, reaching for it in the passengers seat. Sadly, the Bluetooth on this old rental did not work, and the radio stations kept repeating the same 8 songs over and over again, driving me insane. I lowered the volume to give the office a call, but my phone slipped out of my hands.

“Fuck me, bro!” I stabilized the steering wheel and leaned down into the passenger’s seat floor, trying hard to reach for my phone.

I grabbed onto the floor mat, pulling it towards me in hopes my phone would be within reach. I heard someone on the opposite side of the highway honk their horn at my swerving, causing me to sit back up and look at the road ahead.

“Fuck.” I whispered to myself. I tried one more time, touching it with my fingertips and using my nails to get it closer.

“Ha!” I grabbed it, immediately swerving back into my lane. I began typing, letting Joe know I was sick but would be back in tomorrow.

As I hit send, everything went completely black.

[isatartdump]

ALSO. Last post for today because I feel the nausea coming again . Now for sharing more ugly stuff

Trying to figure out colors/clothes for siffrin and loop in the mobian... Au? thing. Idk what to call it. I don't like the colors but everything else is kinda alright and I am a firm believer of never deleting the ugly stuff so!!!!!! Here we are. Do judge my colors! I need help.

Loop's looks... Alright- Maybe I should get on another color pallete but I can only go warm-cold with them. Not for how I feel but just to keep the entire star motif and me going that they're* either something like the sun or a dead star (I forgot how its called)

But siffrin is a lost cause in the color department. Maybe I should get onto more warmer colors for the clothes and keep the cold ones for his fur/skin? Idk! I'll let it simmer (is this a word? Feels like it is) in my brain a bit since I am 100% going back to bed after this kMDLKSM

Something something mobians usually don't wear clothes (up to what I know about sonic in general)- SPECIALLY on this amount but I still think Siffrin wouldn't feel as comfortable if they weren't more as covered. Also maybe- MAYBE! it will change but I like the idea of Siffrin being an albino. Well, albino fossa to be more specific, but albino nonetheless. There would be no way of knowing such a thing in ISAT but putting them in a more colorfull world gives me the chance to do that

Believe I've already shared the initial designs for King but I'd get his colors to be more cold so it fits how... Much of a sad figure he is in my brain. Maybe on a replay of the game I'd think better about the colors but I don't think I can read more- Anywayy..

Last thing!!! I've been thinking of Isabeau being a bear (Asian black bear, to be specific) but that feels both spot on and just... Lazy? I don't know. No other animal fits him well but! I want to make them all creatures that can come from the same place and consider the places they come from at the same time so I ammm giving myself a bit of a hard task here. Maybe. Not that much. We don't know exactly where Jouvente is- Bambouche (is this how it is written?) is said to be on the coast so Bonbon and Petronille is gonna be easier to pick an animal.......

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Rafayel x MC/You

Scenario: Rafayel likes to talk your ears off but sometimes you just want him to get straight to the point. (600 words)

Warning: use of pet names (babe/baby)

Rafayel was beating around the bush again.

Reclined on his sofa in his studio, one hand draped over the cushion on which he rested his head. He was holding his phone barely high enough for you to see his face and his collarbone peeking through the first few opened buttons of his white shirt. You were video calling.

There was a hint of blue paint smeared across his jaw which he hadn’t bothered cleaning away, dusk purple locks slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through his hair too many times.

He’d been going on for a while now, talking your ears off, as if he’d been keeping that in all day and was finally, finally able to tell you every single thought that went through his head while you were busy at work.

“You remember that flock of seagulls which always passes by, right? Right so, one of them told me about the fight. Mind you! They were two young crabs, very tiny. So, imagine the tiny pincers and they were going at each other which is kinda cute but super unnecessary because there were literally two shells! But they were going at it for a single one.”

You found yourself sinking deeper into the sofa cushions, stretching your legs out, tired after a long day.

You’d resorted to letting Rafayel go on, too tired to be enthusiastic about his ramblings, and yet drowning in how endearing this man was. You responded to him with little hums and ahs, encouraging him to keep going.

And he did.

“And! They told me the rock pool nearby was full of newcoming sea stars. The anemones were not happy about it at all because apparently the sea stars are super flashy. One of them is bright red which, if it is true, is pretty flashy.”

He lifted his hand and lazily ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his pretty stormy ocean eyes.

“But I haven’t gone out to see them myself yet. I do wonder if they’re really that flashy because okay, they’re red but there’s a lot of shades of red. What if the anemones are just being dramatic? Also, it’s really fresh coming from creatures which look like flowers and decorate themselves in all sorts of colors to call another creature flashy.”

You couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped you. Dramatic and fresh, huh?

“Also, the sun will set very soon and they said it’ll be gorgeous today. It’s meant to be pink today, you know, like the color of that dress we bought together. And…”

You sighed.

“Babe,” you called.

“...the weather isn’t even that bad for winter, it was rather nice today. It’ll probably be really pleasant tonight as well.”

“Raf,” you tried again.

“Oh, and there’s a new restaurant nearby and they said it looked rather nice and the food looked tasty as well.”

“Rafayel,” you called firmly, a bit louder now.

The pretty yapper on the other end of the line blinked his slightly widened eyes, halting his rambling.

“Oh… yes?”

You sat up straight.

“Baby, if you want to go out to the beach and have dinner together just say so,” you told him, suppressing the need to laugh.

Especially when even through the phone screen you could see his ears turn a deep red. He stuttered.

“Go get ready, I’ll be there in 30. Wear something nice,” you told him, already standing up. “Not that you don’t always look nice.”

“O-okay!” he answered.

Last thing you saw was him scrambling off the sofa before the call ended.