#i take care of shit around this house and they cant even ACT like they want to hear my voice

[powderflower]

quick angry tags

[misserabella]

sick love

spencer reid x fem! reader

pt2!!

synopsis;;

you catch your best friend spencer touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happen…

cw;; (let’s act as if spencer and reader are the same age (consensual 18) in high school

really perv!spencer, dark themes, spencer uses readers body without implicit consent (i don’t know if it counts as cnc since later we find out she doesn’t mind), somnophilia (if you squint), INDECENT use of cum, stalker behavior, use of masculine sex toys, breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom spencer, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, hair pulling, blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!

@cafekitsune ‘s separators

Spencer was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed —that too— but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were no where to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you invited Spencer for a sleep over.

Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in D.C in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen sleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been shared, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.

Full honesty? He didn’t even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didn’t care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living room’s ceiling.

After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.

He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.

He liked to see you cry, but if it wasn’t because of him, he wouldn’t have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up,— and also, who would believe them if they said that the slender nerd of their class was the one that beat them up— so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or you’ll be.

You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, “Fuck! I cant found my chapstick.” him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, he’d go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk — which he had under key— and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets… Panties.

He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs… He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, which’s crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.

Another thing Spencer loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat… Being simply you.

But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body —facing away from the door of your bathroom— when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that you’d wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.

He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.

And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used your hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.

He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when you’d pull from it when he’d tickle you, and laughing when you’d scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.

He would steal food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. You’d always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.

Spencer considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like you’d use a fucking toy. He had woke up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word ‘mommy’.

Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.

He’d prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.

So after a day full of what he thought of ‘teasing’, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And that’s what he’d do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. ‘Yeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.’ ‘That’s a good girl for daddy.’ Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldn’t found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasn’t your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.

He sometimes would leave his house’s and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.

But they were all just dreams, they weren’t supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.

That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. You’d been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that you’d be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs —which spread sideways across from his — thumbs circling your soft skin.

The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Spencer was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.

“Fuck…” he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. “Please, fuck me, please…” he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. “Use my cock, baby… Use me…” he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that you’d torture to make yourself cum all over his cock. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good… Ah, faster.” he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.

“Spence!!!” you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Spencer always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a book he had been dying to read for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been sold out. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the city’s center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. “I have a surprise for you!!” you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didn’t hear and answer from him. “Spencer?” you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.

“Fuck, just like that. Faster, please…” was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Spencer fucking with some random girl that wasn’t you. You’ve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasn’t friendly, so, at the end, —being too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendship— you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.

Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that you’d leave once you’ve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Spencer was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You needed to get away from there. Yeah, that’s what you’d do. You’d go back to your house and forget all about it… Or that’s what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.

He looked so hot and pretty all needy… Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, glasses crooked, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his cock in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lube’s wet sounds fill the room. “Ah, fuck…” his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadn’t bit down on your bottom lip.

Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friend’s lips. “Fuck, y/n…, mommy…, please, fuck, fuck, fuck…” your eyes widened, not only because…, fuck, Spencer was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Spencer’s movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and book in hand.

He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. “Fuck, y/n, I…” he didn’t even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him… Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. “How much did you hear?” he cursed when you didn’t answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.

“Mommy.” you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the book fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.

“W…What?” fuck.

“ ‘Mommy’. That’s what you called me.” you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. “Who would think that Spencer, the Genius Spencer Reid, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.” he stuttered as he shook his head.

“It’s not what it seems like, I…”

“You what?” you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. “Are you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?” he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. “Mmh? Answer me.” you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ‘no’. “ ‘No’ what?” your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.

“No, mommy.” you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. “Please…” he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.

“Only good boys get a kiss, Spence.”

“I’m a good boy…” he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussy…

“Oh yeah?” he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. “The why don’t you show me?” he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?” he moaned, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he nodded, making you smirk. “Then go ahead, baby, let me see.” you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.

In the state he was… He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.

He moaned when you sat down on his desk’s chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.

You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Spencer’s. It was big, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat you’d need to swallow when he came in your mouth. “Aw, poor Spence…” you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. “Caught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesn’t it baby?” he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. “Are you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Spencer?” he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.

Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.

“Yes, yes, yes…” he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. “Fuck…” he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breasts— hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingers— and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. “Shit, y/n.”

His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. ‘I need you. Need you so bad…’ ‘Please mommy…’ ‘I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…’

“Oh yeah? You gonna cum?” You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. “Look at how pathetic you look.” he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. “Hold it. I haven’t even told you where to cum yet.” he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. “Fuck, you are too fucking loud.” you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. “Here. Cum on my pussy.” you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.

You didn’t even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. “Good boy…” you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. That’s all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.

You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. “You came again, baby?” he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. “Fuck, Spencer…” you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. “Look at you, making a mess of my cunt.”

“Fuck, y/n…” your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips… “Please, can I… Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. I’ll make you feel good, I promise, I’ll be good…” you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. “I promise. I promise mommy…” your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his hazel thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.

You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a ‘The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, fuck.’. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded it away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow —the same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about you—, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, ‘cause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.

He didn’t waste time in parting your thighs —which he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years now—, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. “Spencer…” you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin… He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy —which he had tasted before, but only clothed— and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.

It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. Spencer knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. “Fuck, Spencer, I…” you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, Spencer crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

He moaned, begging for it. “Please cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, please…” you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Spencer drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.

You mewled when once you’ve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. “Please, just a little bit more, mommy…” he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. “Please, I need it…” your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.

“I’ll let you choose where to cum next, Spencer.” you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. “I could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourself…” his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. “Or you could cum inside of me.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. “What do you say, Spence? Where do you want to cum, baby?” he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling of his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.

“Inside.” he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.

“Oh yeah?” you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. “You wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?” you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. “Then come here, Spence.” he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which he didn’t even need since you were now entering your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me Spencer, please, please…” you whimpered, and he didn’t wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the other’s as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight, mommy, so tight… Shit. I’m gonna cum.” your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges you’d only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. “Please y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to… I need to…”

“Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?” he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. “Oh fuck, yeah Spencer, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me…”

He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. “Fuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyou…” he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts had you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.

“Fuck, Spencer, fuck, I’m close, shit, I’m gonna cum…” you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.

“Cum on my cock, mommy, please, please… Use me. Use me…” he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.

The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer…”

“Shit, Imma cum, I’m cumming so fucking hard… Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonna…, fuck!” his thrusts became sloppier. “Im gonna cum, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”hips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering ‘mommy’ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.

“Shit, fuck, Spencer. So good…” you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. “Spencer!” Though you really couldn’t even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you, ‘mommy’?” you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didn’t you?” you couldn’t really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Spencer had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. “Well, I hope you did, ‘cause now is my fucking turn.”

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i needed to.

[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[mangosrar]

call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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YALL😛😛😛😛

sorry for starving you guys i’ve just been mad busy but i’m back !!!! love u. bee ❤️‍🩹

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[greycaelum]

Hi! I really really love your kaleidoscope series! Kiku and sai are just SO SO CUTEEEE!! Theyre making me have a baby fever

I just really love seeing Satoru protective of his daughter! Cant imagine what will happen if someone from sai's class or some boy decides to get close to her! Or what will happen when sai's first heartbreak!

Thank you so much sweetheart! And yes I'm also being affected by the baby fever. This is not proofread coz at this point I'm basically just writing what my fingers tap on 😭 will proofread later

Satoru believes he's a reasonable father. So reasonable it's natural he will wreck a riot when he finds out a boy... A BOY! is trying to make a move on his princess.

"This is not a kindergarten. I swear, my daughter is still a baby! Last night she still asked me to read her a bedtime story." He rambled on and on.

You could tell he is genuinely freaking out with how he's pacing around so much you're starting to get dizzy.

"She's just eight Satoru. What do eight years old do? Puppy loves can't be overruled, she's still so young." You tried to assure him but Satoru's face only grew more hopeless, running to your knees.

"What if she gets married early? What am I gonna do? Honey! Do something! I can't just give away my daughter to some wolf like boy who will snatch her away from me after I protected her since she was just 'this small'..." Satoru made a size of a baby from his hand.

You've had enough. Bringing him to face you and flicking his forehead. Someone needs to wake up.

"Calm. Down." There's firmness in your voice prompting Satoru to stop and breathe.

You sighed and patted his head.

"Saika is a reasonable girl, you've taught her more how to kick a boy's groin than to entertain one, okay? Besides she's a logical girl, and all her decision will teach her a lesson she needs to learn, so calm down and watch over her."

Satoru looks at you and finally nods. You sound calm, making him calm too. But still it makes him sad that his daughter has a crush already. He doesn't think he can let her have a boyfriend even in 18.

The next day...

The doorbell rang and Satoru went to get it since you're still eating breakfast. When he opened the door, he wasn't expecting a lost puppy...

"Stop looking at him like a stray Papa." Kouki remarked blankly. "For the record, he is Cat's classmate."

Classmate, huh?

"Oh?" Satoru finally understood from his firstborn's tone. "Really now? Got some bravery in you young man eh?"

The boy, quite tall for an eight-year-old looked at Satoru.

"Good morning Sir, I'm Chiba Masaki. Gojo Saika-san is my classmate and I really like her." The boy looked at Satoru without any hesitance in his eyes.

A vein popped in Satoru's temples.

"You got guts young man." This boy wants a fight or somethin'? Satoru was close to growling. Kouki leered at the two of them, casually leaning on the couch backrest.

"I really like her smile, she's very kind and yet brave enough to never back down. I'm here to tell you, I will take care of her and keep her safe."

Do eight-year-old do this shit? Satoru remembers plucking the flowers in his mom's vase and chasing around cats as an eight years old. Not coming on the front door of his crush and acting like an old man being sizzled under a father's gaze. What's wrong with these kids?

"Do you have a job?" Satoru crossed his arms.

"I will find one!" Masaki answered immediately.

"Do you see this house?" Satoru motioned to the huge house he built for you. "You can come back and ask my permission to court my daughter if you have a house bigger than this. If you have a stable job that can provide her anything she wants. If you have what it takes to make her happy. Until then you're not allowed to touch her, court her, or even think of making her your girlfriend. I only give my daughter the best of the best. This is a man-to-man thing. Do you understand?" Satoru's voice thundered with finality.

The boy squared up and opened his mouth to say something but you appeared, putting a finger over his lips.

"I suggest you don't make that promise yet, young man." You crouched and smiled to the surprised boy. "You're so young... And if you make that promise out of urgency without thinking of it more thoroughly you might break your word. The second you break your promise, your words cannot be trusted anymore."

You smiled and patted his head.

"Don't hurt our Saika alright? If you hurt her, you'll hurt us too." You made a sad face.

"I won't hurt her Ma'am. This much I can promise you."

Masaki's determined face somehow reminds you of someone who chased after you left him and he had to get through your father's anger just to talk to you again.

They're still so young... Time will tell.

"Mama? Papa? What are you doing?" Saika came down the stairs with her backpack ready to go. "Oh, Saki-chan. I told you Kiku-nii can walk me to school."

Masaki look at Saika ang visibly soften. "We talked for a bit. It's an important thing."

"Important thing?" Saika turned to her brother for an explanation.

Kouki shrugged and grab his bag too.

Saika kissed you and Satoru goodbye. But Satoru was still concerned while you held on his arms. Until Kouki pat his Papa's shoulder.

"I got it Pa, don't worry too much." Kouki grinned and walked behind the two eight-years-old, keeping an eye on them.

"He reminds me of someone." You smiled and then back to the kitchen.

"Oh gosh..." Satoru ran his hand over his face realizing who you meant, and close the door. "No, I'm just dreaming... Honey please, that squirt is nothing like me!"

You laughed from the kitchen and hugged him to calm his heart down.

—Grey,

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby  @aeanya  @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld

[pumpkinsy0]

bout to be hit by a hurricane so any hcs on how the gang would react to natural disasters🤯

oh????😭 bro pls stay safe u gotta live to see into the spiderverse 3

•when it comes to tulsa i think theyve had their fair share if natural disasters, so to a degree, theyre all just used to it atp

•darrys the guy to b preparing and make sure everythings safe, whole time hes standing outside w his hands crossed in the back like a dad, mf get back inside❗️❗️

•dally doesnt rlly care all THAT much, hes like a stray cat and chances r he would left for a bit to not even deal w it, hes just annoyed he cant do what he wants to do, but hes MOSTLY sticking around for johnny and thats bcccc☝🏽☝🏽

•johnnys a bit of a worrier, hes double checking some things, he doesnt like loud noises, so he hates storms n such, hes always sticking beside someone and tries making sure everyones at LEAST present

•soda and two arent takin it all that seriously, they feel like darrys taking it too seriously and the media is just overestimating whats gonna happen, they think shit funny🙄

•look, steve is also annoyed, but LOOK, hes a part time employee, part time student, hes looking on the bright side and just glad he KINDA gets a break, plus he doesnt have to go back home for a while

•i feel like the only thing that actually get them to take it seriously is like tornados, considering if the house is fucked over, theyre just all homeless now, but tornados in tulsa r like, relatively rare????? i think???? correct me if im wrong, so like i said still generally fine

•HEATWAVES HOWEVER???? MY GOD😭😭, damn near all the gang get so upset when theyre in the heat, particularly dally and pony, theyre so pissy, and its kinda like ur walking on eggshells w em

•when it comes to blizzards n such, they r just like, generally unprepared for that. they dint rlly have the power, money, or clothes to get ready for it, so when it comes to that they just, tough it out, everyone just stays inside, theyre hoods but they arent trying to b hoods w frostbites, they will all kinda use each others body for warmth (pause)

•them ALL being cooped up in that house bc they have to b is both good and bad, good, bc theyre all together, bad bc some of em act like caged animals and get a lil rowdy/upset bc theyre bored or r just sick of it

[raffe156]

Ahhhh damn the Alpha Price with Omega Tank got me acting up. Imagine this. Price having to restrain himself everytime he smells Tank because all he wants to do is claim her right then and there. Ooorr if price smells an alpha all over Tank and that belongs to a rookie alpha that got too cocky and he proceeds to wreck his office in feral rage. During the whole day he practically has smoke coming out of his ears. Everyone knows not to get in his way as he stomps his way through the base. Tank is blissfully unaware of the absolute shit storm heading her way. Price keeps her in his den until she smells like nothing but him and has her wearing his shirts. He knows he cant exactly beat the hell outta that rookie but he sure can make their life hell. Or how about some angst? Omega Tank having to watch omega Dr. O'Brian rub her scent all over Price and the Dr. staring at her whilst doing it. Tank overhearing Dr. O'Brian gush to her coworkers about how she can't wait till her next heat because she thinks Price will give her a mate bite. Talking about how she can't wait to nest in that big house of his and how their future children will love the surrounding farmlands. Tanks scent just turns sour as she walks away. Part of her wants to finally confess to price but the other part doesn't want to ruin that for him. Price must really love Dr. O'Brian of they've talked about being official mates and children. He must be happy right? Who is she to take that away from him? So she sits there in her nest full of Price's shirts and cries surrounded by his fading scent. <3

Where do I even start with this? Let’s start with the meme love it perfect!

Mate I love you for this haha 💖

A/O/B au

He’d find it so difficult to keep his hands off her, he would find ways to brush past her anything to get his scent on her. Any time they are alone he’s nuzzling her neck, but behind closed doors he’s all over her. The rookie alpha incident was her going on a training mission alone with the rookie he got too close, she came back reeking of him. Price hated it he would tear the base apart looking for him, making his life a misery. Tank just lives in Prices clothes now hat, everything haha! Price doesn’t mind so much when she smells of Soap he’s a beta same as Kyle and they are around each other a lot. Practically litter mates. But if she smells of Ghost he’s fuming. Alpha Ghost would do it on purpose he would put his scent all over her intentionally to wind Price up. He would hang around her especially near heat so much so Price considers locking her in his room for safe keeping. She’s not allowed to go on any missions with out him.

Ohhh now the angst angle!

It would kill Tank to watch the Dr rub her scent all over Price, she wouldn’t care where they are she would do it just to mock Tank, the Drs scent would be a very niche scent almost clinical powdery, sharp flowery. The team would comment on it whenever they were near Price, Soap hated it. It would drive Soap, Kyle an Ghost closer to Tank all 3 of them preferring her scent sunned skin, smoked vanilla, amber and musk. Price would have to keep his distance from her incase it rubbed off on him, Helen would lose her mind. This didn’t stop Tank she would intentionally stand next to him, brush up against him, lean over him…even close to heat she would almost present herself. It killed Price but he had to hold himself back he hated seeing Ghost get as close as he liked to Tank, he wanted to rip him apart. But he had the Dr.

Helen would talk all the time about Price wanting to give her a mate bite etc it only egged Ghost on to pursue Tank. But no matter how much he got his scent on her she still had a tinge of Prices, he didn’t know she had some of his clothes in her nest. No one did.

[strawberrymilkcart]

Rdr2 more modern au shit...

possible jobs ??

Dutch - Philosophy Professor

Hosea - Communications Consultant (?

Arthur - Printmaker

John - Unemployed but searching for jobs

Tilly - University student; majoring in Paralegal studies. Works @ retail clothing store

Marybeth - University student; majoring in English. Minor in Creative Writing. Works @ retail clothing store

Karen - University student; Undecided major.Works @ retail clothing store...

yes the three girls are all coworkers lol.

Molly - University student; majoring in Business. Only attending because all of her family members went to the same school as her.

Sean - University student; majoring in Communications.

Lenny - University student; majoring in Philosophy, planning to attend law school.

Abigail - two part time jobs. One, Busgirl and the other is a custodial assistant. She cant get a full time job because she needs to take care of Jack, and John isnt helping either.

Pearson - cook @ University.

Trelawny - Magician for children's shows.

Strauss - Loan Processor.

Grimshaw - Manager @ Retail Clothing Store thats in the mall

Grimshaw is the girls' manager which makes them all hate her more.

Bill - Construction worker

Uncle - lmfao u think he'd have a job?

Charles - Carpenter ??

Kieran - University student, majoring in Equine Science. House sitter and landscaper for Colm. Also works in the aquarium department of a pet store.

Javier - Works at a Guitar store

micah, cleet and whatever the hell is his name can kiss my ass

~~

As stated before, Dutch and Hosea raised Tilly, John and Arthur...meaning they bought a house and lived together. (not in a gay couple way. in a friend way /hj)

They still live together despite the kids being grown up. Tilly and John live with them. But Arthur lives on his own.

Dutch and Colm are neighbors. And are rivals in this AU. They often make snarky comments about one another and give glares.

Arthur enjoys being friends with Charles Châtenay, Albert Manson and Algerson Wasp...even though theyre a little erratic. He feels comfortable being around creative people like him c:

Tilly has a crush on Javier. The other girls tease her about it. Arthur knows about it too and will bring it up if he wants to antagonize her (canon btw)

Marybeth and Kieran both have feelings for each other. Tilly and Karen both gag whenever she talks about Kieran. They dont like him because Kieran is associated with Colm.

Lenny has a crush on Jenny :) (i dont want her to die in this au :(...so why not make her live? I dont have much information on her tho.

Arthur's son Isaac is very much alive. (yippee!) so is his mother, Eliza. The two live in a different state but they're doing well, Arthur visits them once a month and always comes for holidays and Isaac's birthday.

Sadie and Jake live happily together too c: Sadie works at a shooting range. Arthur and John visit the range often to blow off some steam or just to bond together with Sadie.

Arthur dislikes how John acts with Abigail and Jack, he tries his best to talk to him about stepping up to be a father but John is a little hard-headed...

FUCK IT EVERYONE IS HAPPY IN THIS ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

[kylelovskii]

I need him to awkwardly admit how he feels and then freak out cuz he's feeling things, it's a canon event- mean Kyle anon

yesss ik he’d do that fr

finally

so you’d finally broken up with cartman after he’d caught you in the act with kyle. it sorta went like this:

another party, great. kyle had backed you into a corner, but it was weird this time. he didn’t touch you, didn’t kiss you, just quietly begged you for..something.

"please, please— you have to—…" he stopped, not really wanting to say what he wanted to say. "kyle, what? i have to what? what’s your deal?" you asked, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you.

he placed his hands on your waist, shaking his head. "i— uhm..please. please..i want you to…"

little did you know, eric was looking for you all over the place. he was ready to go home.

"hey, ken, where’s (y/n)?" he asked kenny, to which kenny pointed to a corner. eric looked to see kyle, looming over someone. "kenny, that’s kyle, not (y/n)."

"no, dude, she’s with kyle." that made something inside eric snap. he stormed over to the corner, gripping kyle’s shoulder and whipping him around to reveal you in all your glory.

"oh— eric! hi, baby..are you ready to go?" you asked, giving him a smile. your smile faltered when you saw his face. "what the hell is this?" he barked, pointing to you and kyle.

"nothing..just, uh, talking!” you blurted, trying to make it seem like you weren’t cheating on eric. "yeah fucking right. are you cheating on me? how long has this been going on!?" his voice started to get louder, and the more he asked, the angrier he got.

"the whole time, fat ass!" kyle finally admitted, tired of listening to cartman yell. eric’s face dropped, looking to you. "what?" was all he could say.

"yeah. um, it’s true. i’m really sorry. i like you, i really do, it’s just that me and kyle have had something before you and i even happened, eric," you explained, talking with your hands.

"then why the he’ll didn’t you turn me down!? i can handle rejection, you know." kyle shook his head. "with your attitude and brattiness, i don’t think so, cartman."

"eric, i’m really sorry, i promise, but i don’t think this is gonna work out. i cant keep lying to you," you told him. he shook his head and looked at you. "forget it," he quietly said, then stormed off, leaving the house.

"that couldn’t have gone any worse," you said, placing your palm on your head. kyle looked at you. he thought hard about what to say.

if he didn’t confess to you now, he probably never would. do it now, he thought. while your pride isn’t getting the best of you. swallow it.

"(y/n), uh..i um..i want you to know that—..i like you. no, wait— i love you. okay, no, too soon, i’m sorry— just..will you be my girlfriend?" he rambled and rambled, but before you could answer, he kept going.

"shit, this is so stupid— i don’t…um—god, i’m dumb. i’m sorry— you should go. i shouldn’t feel like this, should i? i’m an asshole, right?"

"kyle."

"no, like, this is really, really stupid. you don’t like me, i’m such a dick to you. okay— i don’t feel like this, and this isn’t happening—"

"kyle."

"i’m sorry, just go home. you should go home. just go, okay? there’s plenty other guys out there for you— i mean, kenny—"

"kyle!”

"what— what?"

you smiled, shaking your head. "god. no, kyle. i like you. i really like you. i don’t care if you’re a dick, or an asshole. you’re my dick. okay, that sounds weird, but whatever! i’ll be your girlfriend." you took kyle’s hands in yours, looking up at him. he was too stunned to speak.

"i— um..really?" he asked, not thinking you were serious. you nodded. "yes, kyle, really."

"oh my god— just— whatever," he stumbled over his words before rolling his eyes. he took his hands from yours, reaching up to grab your face, pulling it to his and pressing his rough lips to your soft ones.

the kiss felt like forever, and it finally felt serious this time. it didn’t feel like some rage of jealousy, it felt like he loved you.

he pulled away smiling. "let’s get out of here, yeah?"

[mellohiizz]

Heh.... guess whos back to yap even more.... (its glitchduo anon) if this is too long and you dont want to reply thats totally cool however i saw you were interested in ashs character and i just HAD to assist...

(Everything neg here is about the characters not ccs btw, most of it is /aff anyways :3)

Ok so im assuming you know the general gist of s4 which is kind of all i know about it aside from like one or two vods ive fully watched. You also probably know about swagdoons which are the enemies to lovers (sometimes) of lifesteal and they try to kill each other but kiss afterwards..... they are the yaoi ever but ill try to be less insane about them to keep this rant focused

most of my REAL info about ash is from mid s5 and s6 which is when i started watching streams more than the videos, however i know he tries to portray himself as the big scary villain in s4 but honest to god he was apologizing PROFUSELY for the smallest things that guy is NAWT a truly heartless villain although he is pretty selfish and greedy but. Well:

before getting into his character i thought he like fully hated everyone, would never try to help someone else, was a general asshole etc etc but the more i paid attention to him the more i realized that yeah i guess he is those things but there is at least one person he gives a shit about (squiddo) and by god does he care a LOT about her

he also is pretty pathetic actually.... when his peace thing in s5 didnt work out he immediately went back to trying to be evil and selfish in s6... hmm its almost like he reverts back to hating everyone before they think hes a loser hmmm... its also really funny because this guy can BARELY pvp so he's very all or nothing on his dramatic gestures (eg he cant take over the server with pvp so he does it with the wormhole which imo is 500% more impressive, although i dont know very much about pvp)

despite him being pathetic he is def a force to be reckoned with, hes very idle until provoked and the provokation is usually out of spite and malice but that guy will stop at Nothing to get what he wants once he has a good enough motive (and doesnt have collage work)

he also gives me false god vibes but like... hes sort of AWARE hes a false god but does not want to admit it At All. i think its really interesting that the season after he became god he was made a host for a god (he actually confirms hes possesed by the commisioner/overseer/lifesteallord when he talks as them btw absolutely wild) and i think it would be cool if that was intentionally to like. Humble him. Show him a real god, not just an immortal guy with flying powers

(This is a little more of a headcanon but i think its feasable) i think that since his s5 loss, being his first major loss in any season ever, hes lost a sense of self in lifesteal, sitting in his house thats too big with empty walls and emptier reasoning. not to mention hes teamless and his only ally/friend is squiddo and thats not even official 😭😭

so yeah my guy is Going Through It... someone get this man hot chocolate and a warm blanket or maybe a picnic with his Best and Only Friend 🙁🙁

(Oh yea if you want a general idea of s5 onwards and dont have time for streams or really long cinematic videos i would recommend squiddos videos on it, theyre rarely over 15-20 minutes and there are only seven right now so you can get through them in a few days if you're REALLY crunched for time ^_^)

hello again glitchduo anon!! giggles i kind of know some general lore?? but mostly out of things i see on here about it, or like clips/vods i'm able to watch when i have time? so yeah... ash's character is very interesting to me, and honestly, what you said about him aligned pretty well with what i did see of him, but like... not in lifesteal, but the character he played in spoke's unstable videos. bro was literally begging for attention and alliance, and then turned around and BOOM twist villain jumpscare he's actually evil... he was acting off the whole time (ignoring mapicc, probably because he knew mapicc was harder to manipulate, and being very obnoxious about getting close to spoke in particular), so that checked out (sorry, i can yap about unstable for so long, im so insane about it) but yeah, i really really enjoy watching him do his thing, and i want to study him in a lab like a weird microorganism or something definitely was getting the false god vibes too btw from i did see of him in lifesteal (which was mostly just other people's vods) actually the whole being host of a god sounds so interesting?? that's definitely the first time i heard about something like this and i love everything having to do with possessions and stuff like that definitely one of the top characters i actually want to know more about (second close is minutetech i'd say) and don't worry, i really like reading what you send in, it actually helps a lot and it's very interesting!! the moment i opened my inbox and saw a lot of text i was like "oh yeah i know who this is from" (/hj/aff btw) thank you for taking the time to give me more knowledge i guess :33 !!

[nikisfwn]

memories that will forever haunt me

summary: You and Alex have an argument and you end up saying a lot more than you should've.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of overdose, swearing, angst, fluff

A/N: My reasoning for this random ass story? I just binge read agggtm and ggbb by Holly Jackson and i cant get the other two books yet but my slight obsession with detectives is coming back so here's this. If you cant tell y/n is a detective in this.

It had been a long day. It sucked honestly.

Walking into the house you kicked your shoes off and drooped your bag to the floor, putting your scarf on a peg along with your jacket. "Alex?" You called, he should be home by now. Yet, no answer. You walked up towards his office and knocked before walking in. "Baby?" He quickly turned around in his chair, his hair a mess and eyes looking tired. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and un-tucked from his jeans. "Jesus, y/n, you scared me!" He sounded frustrated, what had you done? You only just got back what could he be pissed at? "Sorry Al, how was your day?" "It was fine. Now can you get out please?" His irritated tone had made you even more upset after your shit day.

"What the fuck have I done Alex?!?" "What?" You scoffed, "What do you mean, 'what?' Alex I just fucking got home and you're pissed at me. Well if you aren't pissed at me you're in a bad mood but you never act this fucking dismissive when it's just something that happened at work. So what is it? What have I done?" He looked shocked, you never got this upset with him over something like this usually. "You're the one in a fuckin bad mood y/n! I just asked if you could leave and you're shoutin at me!" "Oh I'm sorry! Do you expect me to come home from a long day at work and be perfectly fine and happy?! Alex I'm a fucking human my work life does affect me y'know!?!"

He stood up from his chair now, work long forgotten. "Y/n I can't always put all my time into you!" "I don't fucking expect you to Alex! I just want to be able to come home from work and talk to my boyfriend without him being dismissive!" He scoffed and turned pulling up a file on his laptop. "Well, go on then, you complain about how shit your job is because of how hard it is! This is what I spend my time doing." He clicked on the link and it showed a video of Alex, Matt, Nick and Jamie. 'Take 1 on.... the currently unnamed song' The Alex on the video spoke and laughed before Matt counted the boys in. A love song. It was beautiful, no one could deny it. Alex soon paused the video after a minute or so. "I fucking wrote that for you y/n! And all you're doing is complaining the second you get in the fucking door!"

"You wanna know why I'm unhappy as soon as i get home? It's because I have to fucking look into cases of people overdosing, killing themselves, being poisoned. Alex I watched a fucking man die in front of me today! Right in front of my eyes, shot himself. Do you even know how hard it is to see shit like that?! It's horrible Alex! And yet you're standing here complaining about how long you spent perfecting a bloody song! At least you don't see people die next to you everyday, you don't deal with psychopaths everyday, you don't see what I see! Alex the shit I see and deal with haunts me! But if you still think your job is harder you go on, but I'll be leaving."

His face turned from one of anger to one of shock, pain and guilt. "Baby I'm sorry-" "Oh fucking spare me Alex! If you don't care then you don't. I don't need your fake sympathy." You had started to cry, unsure when, but you felt the tears running cold down your cheeks. Alex pulled you into a hug. You didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. "Love why don't you tell me these things? I know your job can be unpleasant sometimes but I didn't know it got that bad. I'm so so sorry baby." His voice turned soft and soothing in a matter of moments. "I'm always here for you baby, never forget that." You nodded weakly into his chest, still sniffling and quietly crying.

"Lets run you a bath, okay?"

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I kinda hate this ngl. I loved the concept but I think it is so horrendously executed. I'm already thinking of concepts for a new one shot as redemption for this. But I will say thank you to everyone who read my Picture To Burn oneshot! And if you have any ideas please lmk! Have a good day/night!

(I’ve just re read this and its even worse than i initially thought so shit.) xxx

[davekat-sucks]

If there's one thing i don't like about this fandom it's how much they make the kids more meaner? Villainizing? Than they actually are. Don't get me wrong, they have done a lot of bad but like these characters are FRIENDS. They do genuinely care about eachother in the end they aren't cold hearted and revel in other's suffering, they aren't Caliborn or Vriska afterall. I think they read the comic wrong, the kids were willing to sacrifice their own lives for eachother, a prime example of this was Daves conversation with doomed Rose. I blame the spaceship meteor part of the story for ruining the characters. Like everyone acted so ooc? Why were Jade and Davesprite giving John such a hard time about his dad die dying? Both of them literally had to watch their guardians die in front of them, you'd think they'd be the most sympathetic here? Or how Dave and Karkat, characters who will go through lengths to protect their friends just fucking stand there as everyone else tears themselves or eachother apart? Karkat is an ass yes but this was the same guy who was crying his heart out when he saw Solluxs dead body when in game or how he told Aradia bot that he would've tried to get her back to life if it weren't for other circumstances. Why was everyone being so uncaring at this part? It didn't feel right. The alpha kids got it the WORST, from bad writing to fandom treatment. I remember back in the day seeing stuff where Dirk was just down right mean to Jane "hahaha sucks to be you Jake is mine fat bitch". There was even a little bit of this aggressiveness in House of Dirk, now i do find that story fun but the small part where he calls Jane "xenophobic", bothered me. Like he would NOT say that to her. Have you seen how he speaks to her? "If you ever need help, Jane. If you're ever in any trouble at all. Let me know. Just say the word." Same guy who built a robot to protect her life and pretty much wrote an entire book for her, i think Dirk cares about Jane guys. This fandom and comic is so mean to Jane, as funny as i thought it was that Caliborn called her a fat fucking pig and cow, she really just became a punching box at that point. They'll shit on her because she's a woman getting in the way of the gay men. The ONLY thing people get from her as a character is that she's fat, because Caliborn said so along with a bunch of other things. Jake, poor Jake, gets sexualized by everyone he knows and had to burn his Grandmothers body right in front of him. But according to fans HE'S the asshole here because he cant communicate properly. Gee i wonder why. Roxy gets put on a fucking pedestal by the comic and fans, super extra special treatment. Ignore how she sexually harasses Dirk or almost killed Jane, no she's incapable of doing wrong, isn't that right Calliope? Yes, Roxy should be the new leader AND kill the Condescension yes. Now i never finished reading the epilogues because why would i? I'm probably missing a lot if we're taking them into consideration but not taking it into consideration because my point still stands because thats how the fandom treated them even before those came out. And even when talking about the base comic i still see those attitudes.

These characters DO have their personal problems but when people talk about they insert angst where it doesn't exist for favor of projection and i hate how common its become.

If people claim it is just cynicism that comes with growing up, there's clearly a difference between being cynicism, nihilism, and being a straight up asshole. If people say it is Dave and Karkat's depression is the reason why they stand around doing nothing as Rose becomes alcoholic and Terezi gets abused by Gamzee, it's sure strange they got over their depression right as VRISKA comes in to solve everything and those two bastards act like nothing had happened. Everything by Act 6 and Post Retcon just made all the characters worse. They have become an empty shell of who they used to be. The bleak outlook has become a theme for current Homestuck. It's been like this for Epilogues and Homestuck^2 too. I don't know if James Roach and HICU can really save the franchise and get out of all the characters having this negative light. Andrew Hussie and WhatPumpkin has shoved this jaded feeling right in the audience's faces that it's become the norm to expect the worse. Readers expect characters being assholes and more depression, they will receive it because Hussie and WhatPumpkin made it so.

[stewpid-soup]

okay, i just watched The Substance, a psychological horror/thriller + body horror film I HIGHLY recommend - so many spoilers!!

for anyone who doesn’t want spoilers, have a good rest of ur day and take care of yourselves <33

take a pic of my cat Luna for your troubles :3

OKAY SO THIS FUCKING FILM- I COULD LITERALLY GO ON ABT THIS FOR HOURS

THE WAY IT WAS SUCH A MASTERPIECE IN WAYS I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE!!!

Like, it’s rare I watch a movie and think “yeah, i have absolutely zero complaints and i would watch this over and over until it’s seared into my brain” — BUT THIS HIT EVERY MARK!!

THE GORE & BODY HORROR - INFINITY/10 BECAUSE OH MY GOD???? ME AND MY MOM WERE JUST OVERJOYED ABT THE GORE AND MY DAD JUST COULDNT HANDLE IT- HE WAS PHYSICALLY CRINGING BC OF IT - IS IT THE MOST REALISTIC SHIT? OBVIOUSLY NOT (i would be more concerned if they perfected gore to look realistic ngl), BUT THE SHEER AMOUNT OF IT AND THE SOUNDS AND THE WAY YOU SEE IT AND THINK “oh god, that would fucking hurt” THE SHIT THAT MAKES YOU CRINGE AND SHIVER AT THE THOUGHT OF!

THE CINEMATOGRAPHY - 10/10 - THE CUTSCENES, THE LIGHTING, THE WAY IT REALLY SHOVES THINGS RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AND SAYS “Look at this! Look at the horrifying things this woman is doing to feel like she is enough! See in 4K how she destroys her own body to keep the only thing she knows gives her worth, the only thing that makes people find her worth talking to— her body!” My mother suffers from chronic migraines so yes, the amount of flashing lights in it can be a bit jarring (so warning for anyone who is prone to seizures or is light sensitive). But to me it doesn’t feel like it’s too overdone, like many horror films tend to do with flashing lights— it makes sense why those sequences are there, it makes sense why they choose the lighting, to me: it makes sense and seems to align with the story

THE ACTING - DEMI MOORE (Actress who plays Elizabeth Sparkle) FUCKING POPPED OFF WITH THIS?!!??? AND MARGARET QUALLEY (Actress who plays Sue)!!! GOD, THE WAY I COULD FEEL THE RAGE WHEN SUE WAS CHASING ELIZABETH AROUND THE HOUSE! THE WAY ALL REASON WAS THROWN OUT THE WINDOW AND ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO TEAR HER OLD SELF APART BECAUSE IT’S EVERYTHING SHE LOATHES! THE WAY IT’S INGRAINED IN HER THAT SHE IS ONLY DESERVING OF BEING ALIVE BECAUSE SHE’S BEAUTIFUL! AND ELIZABETH— GOD, THE WAY I MY HEART WRENCHED WHEN SHE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR WHEN PREPPING FOR HER DATE WITH FRED! THE GOING BACK AND FORTH, THE ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND SENSE OF DOOM BECAUSE SHE ISN’T THE “BETTER VERSION OF HERSELF”!! THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT THE BILLBOARD OUTSIDE HER WINDOW, THE WAY SHE MOCKED SUE’S INTERVIEW, THE SHAME SHE FELT FOR HER BODY BEFORE SHE USED THE SUBSTANCE— AND EVEN BY THE END OF THE FILM, IT NEVER WENT AWAY! IT WASN’T FIXED, SHE STILL HATED HERSELF. BUT SHE REALIZED TOO LATE THAT SHE RUINED NOT JUST HER BODY BUT HER QUALITY OF LIFE BY THE END! THAT SHE WAS LETTING THE NEED TO FIT THESE IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS CONTROL HER LIFE! OH MY GOD AND DENNIS QUAID (Harvey’s actor - the guy who fired Elizabeth and hired Sue)?!? LITERALLY JUST PLAYS THE “PIECE OF SHIT” PERSONA SO PERFECTLY!! THE WAY HIS CHARACTER IS SO DISGUSTING- AND NOT JUST BEHAVIOR WISE! THE FACT HE DOESNT WASH HIS HANDS AFTER THE BATHROOM OR THE FACT HE EATS AS LOUDLY AND MESSILY AS POSSIBLE WHILE FIRING SOMEONE, THE NONSTOP SMOKING — BUT ALSO HIS MISOGYNISTIC JABS, THE WAY HE ONLY WANTED TO HIRE A NEW, YOUNGER WOMAN BECAUSE HE BELIEVES THAT ELIZABETH LOST HER “SEX APPEAL” AND ISN’T SOMETHING THAT FITS THE MALE GAZE!! HIS LAUGH IRKS ME IN A WAY I CAN’T DESCRIBE! IT WAS FANTASTIC!!

THE PLOT OVERALL & THE MORAL(S) OF THE STORY - INFINITY/10 — LORD I AM TOO TIRED TO TYPE ALL OF THIS BUT FUCK MAN, IT REALLY REALLY HIT ME. Especially after the elections, knowing that our fucking president looks at women and says “your body, my choice”, this really hit hard for me. The way that the body horror truly encapsulates just how horrific the reality is for women who are popular in the media- the things they feel like they have to do to survive in such a toxic and disgusting environment! Women have been told that all their worth is dependent on their bodies, their beauty- but The Substance truly shows just how much that shit can affect us, shows how much it can hurt your mental health- which will, in turn, affect your physical health!

god, this movie truly was a masterpiece and i highly recommend it to anyone who likes psychological thrillers/horrors & can handle watching body horror! i’m fucking exhausted, and i’ve had such a shitty week- and while this doesn’t exactly give me any hope for our future, it does show that we aren’t alone in our struggles. even the people we admire, whether it’s an actor or a content creator in general, struggle with accepting their flaws and not letting society determine their worth based on such shallow and superficial things.

maybe my ramble is a bit silly and a bit all over the place, so i’m sorry for that, again i’m fucking exhausted— but i had to post abt this

AND I NEED TO POST ABT THE GAME MOUTHWASHING SOON BC THE HYPERFIXATIONS ARE SO REAL!!

But anyways, if anyone read this far, thank you and have a wonderful rest of your day <3

[sunny6677]

AIGHT SOOOOO

Gregor confronting Lila in The Saturated AU!

(Inspired by @mayisgoingnuts )

(Gregor is also meant to be funny so dw lmao)

Skid and Pump see the now dead Moloch, and Pump begins to cry a little. He runs over to Moloch, and starts basically hitting the statue repeatedly while crying about how it's not fair. In this AU, Moloch is actually REPELLED by young life—and being the little shits they are, Skid and Pump were basically following him around just to mess with him or beat him themselves. Skid glares at the Statue, and then over at Gregor silently. Pump begins to scream at Gregor. "ITS NOT FAIR! WHY DID YOU GET HIM BEFORE WE DID?!"

Skid yells out, "WE DID THE STUPID THINGS YOU ASKED! WHY'D YOU STOP US?!"

Gregor doesn't give an exact answer, and just rolls his eyes. "Hmph.. it doesn't matter." While turning around, he smiles to himself and snickers. "It's funny to watch you cry about something so stupid anyway."

This pisses off both of them because they hear it, and while angrily yelling, they begin to run after Gregor who just quickens his pace and forces himself to limp rather rapidly out of the house.

As Gregor leaves, he seems somewhat pleased with himself, but also nervous. And then he notices Lila slowly getting out of her car with Jaune beside her.

Jaunes smiles awkwardly at Lila, but it kind of fades once she notices Gregor completely. And Lila slurs out, "Wh.. what's.. what's zat? What's it doin' out my house..?"

Jaune places a hand on Lila's shoulder, and tries to stop her from going any further while laughing nervously. Skid comes running out of the house while Pump stands in the doorframe, but quickly stops and gains a look of slight horror when he notices his mom. Despite standing completely still, Lila notices him and gets irritated real quick.

"Wh.. hey.. how the hell did YOU get here?"

"..is.. this your son?"

Noticing the tone in Gregors voice, Lila becomes offended quick, practically marches foward while Jaune watches and scoops Skid up in her arms forcibly.

"Yeah—what's it to you, you.. old, piece of.."

"..pfff.. oh, that's rich coming from you. You know—I get that you're a widow and all, but seriously.. you and your son really ARE alike."

"..what's.. that supposed to mean?"

"Do I really have to say it? Woman—you really do have no self awareness, do you? Heh.. for one thing, you arrive to your house clearly drunk and act like I'M the one in the wrong here. You speak to your own son like that—and everybody wonders why he's such a brat when you're probably the one teaching him to be that way. You—"

Gregor begins to walk away, smiling proudly.

"—need a serious reality check."

Lila starts to glare, processing his words, but is so drunk she can't even turn around. Jaune stared at him, her gaze seeming to falter as if she cant really defend Lila from those words—while Aaron stares in confusion. After a while, Pump slowly walks out of the door—timildy. "..uh.. Ms. Lila..? I know you don't really like me, but can you—"

"Hahah—I—"

Jaune scoops Pump up. "I got him! I'll.. I'll take care of this, Lila. Uh.. bye!"

"..yeah. See you later." Lila says flatly, holding onto Skid tighter.

[fictionkinfessions]

cw for c!dream and c!techno negativity. im talking specifically about my techno and dream, no one else.

god fucking dammit man. i cant stop thinking about how fucking unfair my life was.

dream abused me, in so many fucking ways. he fucking watched me everywhere i went, he stayed in a hole in my fuckin wall. he punished me for things everyone else got away with doing. yeah i burned down georges house but it was an accident and took like 5 fucking minutes to fix! but because it was me i got exiled. no one even fuckin cared when my house was vandalized, but oh no tommy did something stupid and chaotic and against the rules so he needs to be punished bc fuck him in particular right?

ranboo, of course, went unpunished for it despite admitting to it bc dream didnt care that they were a part of it, he just wanted to punish me in particular. he wanted to isolate me from my friends and family so he could manipulate me, tell me they all hated me, that he was the only friend i had, the only one who would tell me the truth about what a horrible person i was. he would hit me, take my shit, take my food, destroy the land around me, kill any living creatures near me, burn my beach party letters, and take away any hope i had of getting away from him.

what sucks the most isnt even what he did to me, its that nobody fuckin cared. barely anyone visited me. fundy, jack, ghostbur and ranboo did and i really appreciate that. sure they only visited a handful of times and i ended up pushing people away but i still appreciate them being there. but then techno and phil did. my father and brother. phil didnt care to notice anything wrong but techno? techno just laughed at me. he saw me at my worst and he fuckin laughed. he said that it was all my fault that i ended up here, that i got what i deserved. and then, when i run to him for help and safety from my fuckin abuser, he has the fuckin gall to act like he cared about me. no you fuckin didnt man. i was a pawn to you. you whine about people using you, but you fucking used me. you let me stay in your house, sure, but you didnt care about me. you only gave a shit when i started helping you with your plan to destroy lmanburg. you even fuckin asked dream if he wanted to use his favour to get me back. you act like your such a loyal guy, like you’d do anything for the people you cared about, hell you even said you do that for me!

but you wouldnt. i know for a fact that if dream wanted to use his favour on me, you 100% wouldve given me back to him. we both know you wouldve. you dont get to act like youre on some moral fuckin high ground but youre not. youre just some bitter piece of shit who cant accept being in the wrong.

at least dream knows what he did and accepts that hes a bad person.

fuckin whatever. im just pissed. i didnt deserve to be treated like that - c!tommy

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[yuri-for-businesswomen]

my stepdad was really in his 20s picking fights with a literal child 😭 men are so fucking insecure its embarrassing.

now he‘s in his 40s still on his grind. i visit two times a year at best and he still cant help himself but tell my mum he doesnt want me around and let me feel that too. my coward of a mum says he is still hurt from things in the past. i have to laugh! the past where i was a child unwelcome in her own home? the past where i had to constantly defend myself against baseless accusations and an adult man debating me about bullshit and nobody took my side? the past where he bought an extra fridge for his room that he would lock when he left just because i ate his brownies once? the past where i wasnt allowed to just help myself to food we had at home? the past where he fished the cheese rind out of the trash to prove i was cutting off „too much“ of the cheese? the past where we could only watch tv when he wasnt home? the past where he took away the door to my room because i was taking „too long“ in the bathroom? the past where he checked the tv for heat to control that i wasnt secretly watching? the past where we had to give up on sunday breakfast because he would escalate it into a fight every damn time? the past where he put me in a position where i had to tell him i didnt want to kiss him anymore with the help of my therapist, and he acted all butthurt about it? the past where i never invited friends home because the vibe was too bad? the past where he was mad because i was using the lightswitch „too loud“? the past where i rather spent my nights at people i didnt know’s house than going home? the past that still makes me feel like a bad person for asking for help because he made everything a huge deal? the past where we moved town because he didnt want to live in the city and nobody cared that was my home? the past where they demolished my room right after i moved out? the past where he charged me for a lift to the nearest station? the past where i couldnt even escape to my grandma because her partner would pull the exact same fucking shit? the past where he would constantly ridicule and doubt me? that past?! yeah iguess that must have really scarred the poor man 😔 sorry for existing asshole