#i want that man to put me thru the wall

[unclefathersantateddy]

AND SHES GINGER!!!!! I hc Ginger and Mrs Pesto being the same person (see here). And this woman being a fellow ginge just proves Jimmy Pesto has a TYPE.

What are your thoughts on what Jimmy Pesto’s ex-wife and the mother of the Pesto children is like?

in my head she's like a very middle class WASP-y type mom and doesn't have a close relationship to her kids. PTA mom type who isn't really in it for her kids as much as to have a weird power dynamic over other people

in a fanfic i read once jimmy jr said that staying at his mom's house always feels like staying at a hotel or b&b instead of an actual House and he never knows where anything is and that feels very accurate to me?? his mom has a sort of minimalist instagram aesthetic vibe to her house and it's kinda uncomfortable. andy and ollie prefer staying at their mom's (maybe because they think jimmy jr is their dads favorite or he's too hard on them) but jimmy jr prefers staying with his dad because at least he feels wanted and like he's being useful at the restaurant

also i like to imagine she runs in a lot of the same social circles as cynthia bush lmao

jimmy pesto was an asshole but that's not even why they got divorced. bcuz of his weird italian mafia fixation he just didn't fit in with the other middle class parent types in their social circles and it was embarassing for her. he was too uhh idk the word like redneck?? not Proper enough? compare him to like logan's dad or tammy's dad who basically just do whatever their kids say and are subservient to their wives. I kinda feel for jimmy pesto in a way (but not that much....)

she has custody of the kids two weeks of every month (jimmy pesto obvs has the other two) and for what it's worth she is somewhat more supportive of her kids interests and personalities compared to jimmy. neither of them are good parents though

also i have decided to headcanon that she's this random redheaded lady jimmy pesto was talking to at a party once bcuz i think it's funny to imagine him trying to chat up his ex wife at a random kids birthday party

[phagodyke]

didn't realise I was angry abt my mum trying to seek emotional reassurance from me until I brought it up in conversation w my roommate and ended up bitching for an hour abt it like. yeah okay I guess I am a bit pissed off !!

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hello, Congratulations on the 5k follows!!

I discovered this fandom a few months ago and have been living for your writing ever since.

I was thinking as a drabble of the taskforce gentlemen coming home at the crack of dawn from a long mission and seeing their spouse's hand, limp on the ground peeking out from the side of the couch. All the panic and worry going thru their heads, so much bubbling up, horrible scenarios. They rush over and find you sleeping on the floor. The power had gone out last night and the hardwood floor was the coolest place to be (you didn't want to open the window because you know how they worry), so you were watching stuff on your phone and drifted off. Crisis averted!

Thank you for your time 💜

—Wide-Eyed Panic

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

I’ll start by saying all of them would be concerned and immediately go into panic mode—why were you behind the couch? Why was your hand sticking out? Why, in God's name, were you not moving? Cue the horrible thoughts and flashes of what went on in their work lives.

John Price ➺

John entered the house with a sigh, slipping off his boots as the door was closed and deftly locked behind him. Grunting under his breath, the man rubs over his face, the lights off as he calls out with a tired grumble to his voice. 

“I’m back,” his voice echoes, the tone moving through the darkness far louder than it should have. There’s no answer. “Love…?” Pausing, John blinks slowly at the wall, ear twitching to the utter silence of the home. No water in the pipes. No buzzing of electricity. No you. Eyes rising, they dart around quickly as his finger moves out to the light switch. A small push elicits nothing, just as he thought. The power was out. 

Dread slowly creeps into John’s chest.

Hand reaching behind his back, the man’s fingers inch over the smooth metal of a pistol, grasping the weapon before he begins walking forward. He keeps silent, feet moving to where he knows the wood won't creak. 

His mind runs. 

Why was the power off? Where were you? Why didn’t you respond—were you hurt? John’s mind goes to blood and bullets, his jaw clenching tightly as the pistol comes out to rest in front of him; hands shifting the grip as he takes a soothing breath. Panicking wouldn’t help anyone, but it would be pointless to lie about how his heart hammers. 

“Fuck,” he growls, eyes going tight. 

That’s when he sees it. Blue eyes widen sharply. 

“Love!” John shouts, all other concerns about intruders meaningless to him. Your hand was sticking out from behind the couch, a dark shadow in the low light. He rushes over as you jerk, yelling in alarm as he rushes to grab you, pulling you up into his arms and pulling you away into the closet across the room.

“John!” You blink rapidly as you’re set back against the wall. 

“Shush now,” he grunts, eyes panicked. “Keep awake, let me look.” A hand moves all over your body, searching and pulling at clothes to touch the skin for any wounds. “Tell me where it hurts, then. Quickly. We have to move—”

“John, what the hell,” you push at him, moving him back. Your eyes try to adjust to being so rudely awakened at such an hour. “What are you doing?!”

You weren’t hurt. 

The Captain’s face pulls in with confusion, back against the closet door and now in more darkness than ever before. He can barely make out your face before you sigh and put your hands against his arms. 

Things begin to calm down as his hand rests at your hip, nearly tight enough to bruise. In his other is the gun just before you put your hand to it and softly peel the item away from him—putting it on the shelf that you know is to your left. 

Hands find John’s cheeks as he pants.

“John,” you say his name again. “...what happened.”

“Why were you on the ground?” He forces out firmly, voice a low grunt. “Why were the lights not—”

“The power went out for everyone, okay?” You speak slowly, rubbing your thumbs over his beard. “It was on the news. I didn’t open a window because I knew you would worry about that—the floor was cool and it was getting too hot in here.” 

Your mind tells you to explain quickly and fluently. You move forward and press your forehead into John’s as he sags with a great exhalation of breath—his arms circling you tightly until your spine might crack. 

He doesn’t speak for a long while, just holding you.

“Scared me,” he mutters, missing you deeply on the forehead, speaking into your skin. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

He keeps you to his chest, eyes fluttering shut and his spine hunching over you, fingers splayed over your back. You run your hands through his hair and calm the swelling of your heart.

You can feel his pulse mirroring your own.

Simon Riley ➺

When he sees your hand, he freezes. 

Simon wasn’t a stranger to the lights being off in the home—you opted for lamps and low light more often than not; this wasn’t new. He had only quirked a brow when he came home to the pitch-blackness, off from his recent deployment and eager for a warm bed to fall into. He admits he’d let himself calm down on the car ride home—your home was where he could relax and release tension until it became as unimportant as an ant on the pavement. 

But when he’d closed the door silently behind him and walked the few steps it would take to enter the living room, where he was sure you were still up either reading or watching something on your phone under a blanket, his body had stiffened immediately. 

Your hand sticking out from behind the couch. Limp. 

Lifeless.  

He’d been staring at it for only a few seconds before the memories came back—the ones of gore splattered to the walls and ceiling of an old flat back in Manchester. 

Simon’s thoughts had hit him like a bullet.

Not again.

Rushing forward like a bear, the man slips along the hardwood as his knees go down, shaking the home at the force at which he grabs at your body and flips you from your side to your back. 

You gasp awake and instinctually throw out a fist, connecting with a stone chest as you hiss and blink in panic. 

Fingers ruthlessly dig into your shoulders, wide brown eyes open, and…and afraid. 

“Simon?” You mutter softly, all fear in your heart is squished in an instant. 

The man breathes through wheezes, balaclava fabric moving from the force of his breaths. His fingers are shaking, blinking as his head jerks to look your lying form up and down swiftly. 

You hesitantly put a hand on his cheek and he flinches before nuzzling into it. 

“Don’t…” he takes a quivering breath into his lungs, and after, loosens his grip on your skin. Simon’s hands go to your waist, dragging you up and stapling you to his chest. “Don’t do that again.”

His voice is low. Vulnerable. 

You blink, hands holding him back on the floor. 

“...The power went out,” you try to explain only half of it softly, muffled by his neck. 

He only holds you harder, eyes open and blankly staring at the floor a foot away.

Johnny MacTavish ➺

Johnny hums a song under his breath, hanging his keys on the hook near the door.

“Dearie!” He calls to you loudly, itching at the side of his head and chuckling. “Don’t run too fast to me now, I’m all yours for two w—”

The light switch is moved by his finger, but no light illuminates his path to the living room. Pausing in the entrance, the man’s brows furrow tightly, speech cutting off like scissors to paper. 

“...eeks?” Johnny ends his sentence, turning back around to look at the switch in confusion. “The hell’s going on with that?” He mutters to himself, a frown growing on his face before he refocuses on his mission to find you—now with the added task of figuring out why the power was out in the house. 

“Swear,” the man grumbles, huffing while he runs a hand over his face, “if those kids down the street did something I’ll be livid. Little devils, I swear.” 

Johnny steps farther into the living room, glancing around. 

“Dearie?” He pauses, listening before calling out your name. “Where’s she off to?”

He sighs softly, wanting to hold you now that he’s home to do so—squeeze you in his arms and take in your scent again; he’d missed you immensely while he was away.

Johnny came across your hand sticking out from behind the couch by accident, moving to make his way into your bedroom thinking that you were sleeping. He sees an odd shape in the blackness and pauses, feet slowing to a stop. 

When he notices that it’s a hand—your hand, he doesn’t even realize that he’s completely gripped the side of the couch and wrenched it back until the scratch of the wood floors screams in his ears. 

You wake up to hands on your cheeks, sharp yelling, and your head being shaken up and down until you’re conscious. 

“Dearie, hey! What the fuck,” the last sentence is growled on fast lips. “What the fuck.”

Your hands slap to Johnny’s wrists, nails digging in. 

He breathes out quickly, looking into your eyes to look for dilation as the darkness forces him closer. “There we are, tell me where you’re hurting, now, yeah? Did you hit your head? Let me take a look. It’s okay, I’ll get you all fixed up, there’s no need to worry.”

“Hey!” Your hands push at his, trying to shove the brick wall away from you. “Quit it! Johnny! I’m fine! ”

The man pauses at your animated movements, blinking rapidly before his grip loosens. 

When it’s obvious that you’re perfectly fine, he moves back and groans, thumb and forefinger digging into his nose bridge. 

“Hell’s bells, Hen.” You glare, panting on the floor before you push yourself up. 

“‘Hell’s bells’, me?” Johnny’s head plops to your shoulder. “You just shook me like a fucking rabbit!” 

“Scared the shite out of me, you terror.” The man huffs. “Need to put a heart monitor on you.”

“Piss off,” you sigh, putting a hand to your chest to feel the pace of your pulse and the blood that runs furiously.

Johnny, moments later as he’s still resting on your shoulder, starts…laughing. Low at first, then gaining noise the more it goes unchecked—a deep rumble into chest-jerking amusement. You look down at him, the couch tilted and long scratches over the floor. Pausing, you blink at his shaking shadow before your lungs start quivering. The two of you bend over one another with shared, house-shaking laughter. 

“What the fuck were you doin’ behind the damn couch?” Johnny grabs you close, kissing along your neck as he picks you up, dragging you to your feet. 

“The power went out!” You giggle, chest hurting from the fast gasps of breath as more kisses are spread over your skin. “It was colder down there and I didn’t want to open one of the windows because I knew you’d throw a pouting match about it.”

“Christ, Dearie.” Lips meet your own. “I had half the mind to think you had a heart attack. Nearly gave me one.”

Kyle Garrick ➺

Kyle sighs as he rubs at his jaw, itching the skin and slipping out of his jacket. 

“I’m home, Love!” He says, his voice echoing over the flat. “Want me to start on supper or have you eaten yet?” The man smiles, taking off his cap and putting it on the coat rack, sighing softly. 

It was good to be back. 

Bending down to unlace his boots, he pulls at them until they’re loose enough to slip out of, thumping to their sides on the rug until he reaches out and fixes them. 

“What’s that, then?” He calls into the darkness, not hearing your answer as he quickly checks the time on his phone. “Fuck, it’s late,” Kyle utters to himself. 

Walking into the kitchen, he touches the light switch only to be met with nothing. Pausing, the man’s face pulls in—fingers twitching at his sides as he glances at the window and the moonlight that seeps in to glare along the floor. 

A deep frown takes hold of him, and he looks around once more before backing up.

“...Love?” Kyle wasn’t too concerned—the building wasn’t always the best, and power outages weren’t unheard of. But, damn, if the high of getting off of a deployment didn’t put him in a negative head-space when it came to a change in routine involving you. 

Why weren’t you answering him?

Walking slightly faster into the living room, his hand nearly reaches into his pocket to call your phone if you didn’t end up in any of the rooms—pulse beginning to be infected with a steady injection of adrenaline. 

Brown eyes find your hand behind the couch when they’re about to shift to the open door of your bedroom. A sharp gasp is inhaled instantaneously. 

Kyle races over, grappling to it and pressing his fingers to your neck for a pulse. You softly breathe, none the wiser as you lightly shift and sigh in your sleep; a delicate hum moving out as familiar fingers dig into you. 

It’s through his panic that a thought quickly cuts through the man’s mind. You’d mentioned this before. 

Kyle pauses, just about to loudly wake you. 

‘It gets hot when the power goes out, Kyle, I swear one of these days I’m going to just fall asleep on the floor. At least it’s cool down there.’

Well, the power was out, and, it seemed, you really had fallen asleep on the floor. Now that he thought about it, the flat was running hot—and he also knew that you knew he had gotten nervous of late when you left the windows open at night. 

“Bloody hell,” the man releases a long breath, free hand moving to grip the back of his head. A few seconds later, Kyle chuckles to himself, shaking his head with a small smile. “You are losing it, Mate. Losing it.” 

Without another word, he grips you, and with a grunt, picks you up and takes you to bed, setting you down on the pillows and making sure to leave the sheets off of you so you don’t grow uncomfortable.

A kiss is pressed to your forehead, and you hum in slumber, smiling unconsciously.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Love.” 

He leaves to go make a quick supper of cereal and milk.

[fandomnerd9602]

Taking the House

Rhaenyra x Witcher!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

The mere sight of your old friend made your heart flutter and beat faster. Some would’ve thought it strange: a witcher left lovestruck. But Rhaenyra always had that effect. The love you get for her only grew in the years that you had been away.

She glided up to you, her eyes showing a mix of adoration and betrayal. “You’re back” she whispered under her breath.

“I am” you replied in a gruff voice.

“Your return is quite unexpected,” your father Otto Hightower exposits. “Most thought you dead.”

“And yet here I am. And there my younger sister stands: wife to an elderly man”

“You will treat your king with—“ Otto tries to say and yet Viserys surprisingly cuts him off.

“Let the man speak his mind.” The elderly king takes a deep breath. “It is true. I have taken Alicent for a bride. You are free to judge me within the walls of this room

“I carry no ill will, my king,” you stated, “simply disappointment”

Alicent walks up to you, carrying her newborn, “this is Aemond. Your nephew”

The young Targeryan infant looked up at you in amazement. The little baby cooed and smiled at you.

“He carries your soul” you put on a fake smile for your sister. So young and yet she had to bear the pain of childbirth.

“Witcher (Y/N)” King Viserys clears his throat, “the kingdom is in your debt, please stay here as long as you see fit”

“My king” you bow. And with that you turned and leave.

Rhaenyra intercepts you mere feet from the throne room. She grabs your arm and pulls you to her. She whispers in your ear, “my chambers. Nightfall.”

And with that she turns and leaves. A part of you couldn’t help but smile.

Otto ran out after you. You led him into the open courtyard, if there was anything your father hated it was causing a scene.

“I thought you dead” he said thru gritted teeth.

“And I thought you a decent man,” you retorted. “But we were both wrong”

“You could been seated on that throne now and instead I had to whore out your sister”

You drew out your dagger and pressed it to his throat. “You had to do nothing! My sister has known more pain in her short years than you will ever know.”

You took the dagger away from your father’s throat. “I made my choice,” you continued, “and you have to live with yours, father”

And with that you turn and walked away. You were not his tool. You were your own man.

Daemon found you among the dragon stables. “Wow. Quite the sight that was. You really shook the council to its core.”

“Why did you bring me here, Daemon?”

“Simple. I wish for my niece to be happy.” He gives you a wink. “You saved my life. The least I can do for you is ensure rha you have a happy one.”

“Explain”

“You didn’t want wine or women or wealth like most witchers. And I remember the way you would look at Rhaenyra. She still carries the torch for you.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, “my advice is this - life has too many hardships, allow yourself a little joy”

And with that he turned and went on his way.

Later that evening you made your way to Rhaenyra’s chambers, dodging guards and night watchmen to ensure that no one knew.

Rhaenyra quickly pulled you into her chamber after three knocks at her door. She hugged you tight and then slugged you in your arm.

“Uhh…ouch” you smirked.

“Why did you leave?” Was her only question. “Tell me the truth”

“I have nothing but the truth left. My father wished to use me as a chess piece.” You explain. “He wanted me to marry you and take the throne from you. And I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Would it have been so wrong? To have you by my side?!” Rhaenyra stresses as she paces her chamber floor. “You were my best friend. Surely even if you did not love me, we could’ve made it work”

“I would not be some tool for my father” you retorted. “I love you too much to allow that. I had no idea he would use Alicent in such a-“

“You said you love me,” she interrupted you.

“What?”

“You said love me. In the present tense. You could have said you loved me too much to allow that.”

Rhaenyra slowly walks up to you. “Do you? Do you love me?”

Your cat like eyes could only look into her soft gentle eyes. “I never stopped loving you, Rhaenyra. I never slept with another. This sword and my heart were always pledged to you”

“Then take me” she gently ordered you. Her tone was commanding yet so loving,“Everything I am, I want it to be yours”

“I’ve only ever wanted to be yours” you replied. You take her face gently in your hands and kiss her tenderly.

A little moan escapes her lips. Her eyes become alight with lust and passion. She wraps her arms around your neck and jumps up, wrapping her legs around your waist.

You kiss her once, twice, peeling off layers of clothing as the two of you make your way to her royal bed. She pulls her hair down, letting the white trails of hair flow gracefully over her shoulders.

You lay her gently on the bed, kissing her neck, “if tonight is all we have, then so be it” she whines.

“I promise you,” you purr in her ear, “we’ll have more than just tonight, my Rhae”

You and Rhaenyra made love into the early morning hours. Time apart faded away. You held her bare form against your chest, soothing her very soul.

“I suppose what they say about witchers is quite true” she smirks. “You truly are amazing in all your splendor. That broadsword of yours…” she laughs

“I will only be yours. Til my last breath” you whispered against her hairline. You kiss her head and rub her back reassuringly.

“But you’re immortal”

“I never took that step.” You shrug. “I’ll hunt monsters, save kingdoms but I could never live an eternity without you”

“You’re not immortal…does that mean that someday you and I can have…”

“The price of immortality is becoming sterile” you answer her silent question. “Obviously that was a step too far.”

“I want two.” She answered back with a giggle. You couldn’t help but smile.

THE END

[superm4ks]

I can’t decide what my fav Russell quote has been throughout this whole thing because it’s. Been. Genuinely of the most pure cases of complete headloss I’ve witnessed from him but we gotta recap because it’s just too good.

Also can’t get over how still in Qatar he made a joke out of it in the presser that Max did made a lil snide remark about him not even making the corner leaving the stewards but it didn’t matter anyway because his start ((and Lewis’ ‼️ he can’t help himself it’s crazy)) was terrible so whtvr . Emblematic but I won’t say tm. He says this shit wid a smile on his face. A week later hes on a mission against bullying the literal verge of tears because Max traumatized the merc juniors ((???😭😭😭😭))) and his nephew ((😭😭)) who’s on TikTok but has exclusive access to what was said in the stewards room and was very distressed ((PLEASE HELLO)). Max is traumatizing these young drivers and setting a bad example and it’s time somebody puts an end to this EVIL dangerous … umm wait lemme check the tape .. 4 time world champion most penalized driver since the system got introduced who came back from 20 seconds on his head in Mexico to flip the title in his favor from p17 in one of the finest wet races in Interlagos and then won the title in an off pace machine that wud have been dragged to a wdc without its first dominant run before Miami regardless thru pure expertise alone . No we gotta stop this fool this is an awful embassador of the sport.

Hey btw y’all remember when the gpda director along wid the drivers as a collective posted an statement on ig asking for grown men to be treated as such and for consistency in stewarding thru better officiating. So this ‘union leader’ unprompted said a ((fired)) race director wud have ‘feared for his life in 2021’ if Max hadn’t won, explicitly accused Max of getting away wid murder because he isn’t ‘penalized enough’, brought up situations like Hungary and Mexico which directly led to the statement that HE put out as the gpda director. Guess that shit don’t apply if 1 the bitches u represent perhaps wid respect, maybe, just a tad, hurt ur feelings.

Russell left the stewards room wid no problem wid Max ((his own words)) then as soon as he learned Max in fact had a problem wid HIM bro waited a week to let us know , and I’ll remind u that this is about a decision Max felt George fucked him over and expressed himself accordingly, that 25% of Red Bull employees sent out their resumes to other teams after Budapest. Thank u drama alert . I’m crying

ALSO . Can’t get over this 1 in particular. He now has Torger .. TORGER. who spent 2024 courting Verstappen in frankly increasingly unhinged ways putting out statements that his children are also traumatized by Max’s language and overall person and siding wid Ben Sulayem on the swearing thing. This an union leader who got his feelings hurt and immediately abandoned most of the ideals expressed in the first union statement his association put out in YEARS going as far as to allow his camp to side wid the President of the federation that’s actively working to undermine him politically and strip away his workers rights. And what truly gets me man. He never denied Max’s claims. He goes straight into the whole ‘max said he wud put my head in a wall’ and into anti bullying 2021 masi my tiktoker nephew has ptsd yadda yadda nonsense but he doesn’t touch Qatar. He knows he cant acknowledge Max’s actual complaints regarding his behavior in Qatar because he went into that stewards room wanting Max’s pole stripped away for his own gain and had no issue contributing to an egregious stewarding decision because it benefited him even if it meant lying and contributing to an issue hes trying to address as the gpda director.

It’s crazy because ik from the moment Max went on his post race tirade and got personal that George wud be spooked into reverting to the narrative all these lil drivers run back to when faced wid direct criticism from Verstappen which is that hes a bully and actually do u remember that time he was so evil etc. Like unfortunately for George this too shall pass and just like Qatar it didn’t fucking matter what Max told him or didn’t because he fucked his start and Max didn’t and went on to win the race. because Max says his piece and he locks that judgement in the back of his mind, he gets into the car and he’ll have the last word written on rubber because hes a racing driver. U can’t do that. U don’t have the facilities to do that. Ur moving like a politician because that’s all u can resort to. Let’s c how that works for u wid the lil Italian Senna blowing up the joint next year. Ive heard hes a real wheeler too. Kisses

[faghubby]

Happy Sissy

"You have a cute round ass" Craig teased as he slapped my ass. But he didn't remove his hand instead he rubbed it.

"What the hell?" I said jumping.

"Shut up, I know you like it" he laughed.

"Get the fuck away from me" I yelled. Bit he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

"Shut up and be a good bitch like I know you are" he told me. Staring into my eyes. I looked around was anyone watching?

"Take out my cock" Craig commanded.

"I'm not" I started meekly

"Do it now" Craig interrupting me. I continued to look around but reached down and unzipped his pants. I reached in he wore no underwear and I held his cocknas it grew hard.

"That's right, I knew you wanted it" Craig whispered. He leaned in close biting my ear. "You want to taste it don't you, you want me to fuck that sweet ass" he moaned in my ear. I cupped his balls they felt heavy and large. Then ran my hand back upnhis shaft. Rubbing the head.

"Do it, get on your knees and suck my cock" he told me. Here people walked thru this alley all the time. I looked him in the eye then slid down.

"I never" I said softly.

"I know, but you want it" Craig told me. I pulled out his cock and kissed the tip. I licked the shaft down to hos balls. Then washed each ball in turn with my tounge. Before I licked my way back up his shaft. He let me do whatever unwanted. Twice people passed by is but Craig didn't let me stop.

"I am going to cum in your mouth" he told me as his cock starred to pump his seed into me. I couldn't swallow and his seman dribbled down my chin all over my shirt. He pulled me to my feet. I glanced around again to see my wife Judy smiling at me.

"Put Craig's cock away" Judy told me then kissed Craig. "See you at home" she winked as she walked to her car. I quickly put Craig's cock away. And chased after Judy. She paused then unlocked the door letting me in the car.

" I knew you where a slut, but sucking cock in public" Judy laughed. The rear door opened and Craig got in.

"Why don't you join Craig in the back seat" Judy told me. This was all planned I figured as I got in the back seat with my friend. Craig pulled me close. His hand under my ass.

"Show Craig your pretty panties" Judy told me. I frowned but unbuttoned my pants. Craig pulled my pants down.

"Wow, do you have a dick at all?" He laughed as his big hand rubbed my penis and balls thru the thin satin material.

"Hung like a girl" Judy laughed as she drove.

"Judy tells me you beg for her to fuck your boi pussy" Craig smiled as his fingers rubbed against my hole. "Tonight you going to take the real thing" he told me. Judy pulled up to a motel.

"I will call you in the morning" she told me. As Craig led me out of the car. Not even letting me fix my pants. He half dragged me while I tried to hold my pants up. Unlocking the door he pulled me into the room.

"Craig I'm not" I wimpered. Craig picked up a gag off the bed. Pushing it into my mouth. He tightened the strap.

"Judy wants time alone, she needs a real man to fuck her, just like you do" Craig told me. He pulled my hands away letting my pants fall around my ankles.

"Put this on" he told me pointing to a pile of pink satin. I just nodded and picked it up. I went into the bathroom. I finished stripping then put on the satin panties with matching nightie. And matching hold up stockings. They felt amazing on my smooth legs. Judy had shaved me smooth months ago. I returned to see Craig standing there naked. On the bed where leather straps, sex toys and various other items. He pushed me on the bed. Tieing my hands to the leather straps. He produced a large pink butt plug it was already lubed. He just pulled a strap and my legs spread. He shoved the plug into my ass. With no warning.

"You are just a little submissive slut aren't you" Craig laughed. I realized I had not put up a fight about anything. Craig blindfolded me next. He flipped me over and tied me down tight. I don't know what he hit me with I guess it could of been his hand. All I felt was a large smack on my ass. I moaned as it pushed the plug. He left me like that for awhile. Smacking my ass every few minutes. He was watching a baseball game. Only after it was over did he remove the plug and replace it with his cock. He climbed on top of me and fucked me. He came in side me pressing deep as he emptied his balls. Only then did he untie me and remove the gag.

"Any sounds from you and this goes back in" he told me I realized the gag was shaped like a fat little penis. I cuddled up to Craig and fell asleep.

I woke up to my phone, Judy had sent me a video. It was her with two black men. I watched as they split roasted her. I got hard in my little pink panties.

Craig woke up and grabbed my phone.

"Like watching big cocks?" He smiled rolling over to show me his hard cock. He pushed me down and climbed on top of me.

"You're mine now" Craig told me as he fucked me with long hard strokes. I couldn't help but moan as he did. When he finished he had me sit and put the gag back in. He then pulled out a tiny cock cage. I wanted to protest but was unable to speak. He smacked my hands down so I stood with my hands at my sides as he fiddled with the cage. He squeezed my balls when I started to get hard. So he could continue. He then added a lock. Then had me go shower. When I came out everything was packed up. Except a bright pink sun dress and a flower print thong. He watched as I got dressed even handing me a pair of high heels Judy had bought me months ago. I kept my head down as he put a pink collar on me with a leash and walked me to the car. He drove me home.

Again he led me by the leash into the house he didn't even knock just walked in. There was two bags of luggage sat by the door. Judy appeared wearing a man's shirt.

"You look so adorable" she told me. Patting my ass. She handed Craig some paperwork.

"What is her new name?" Judy asked. I was surprised wasn't the game over.

"Don't know yet, going to let her choose I think" Craig told her he put the luggage in the car. Then came back and took my leash.

"This says you are mine now. You are my wife" Craig told me. I was so confused but unable to make a sound. Craig pulled out his cock as he drove. I immediately reached over and stroked him. He stopped only Long enough to remove my gag. I sucked his cock as he drove.

We arrived at his house where again he led my the leash into the house. He led me around the house pointing things out. He then opened a door to the spare bedroom. He led me inside there was hooks on the ceiling. A rack full of paddles, belts and restrains. There was also some kind of odd table.

"This is the play room" Craig told me. Walking me over to the table he bent me over. "Stay" he commanded. Then went over to a chest he returned with a butt plug and lube. He pushed the toy into me. Then led me thru the rest of the house. He explained in great detail what he expected of me. I was his, his slave, his sex toy. 24 hours ago I was a married straight man. And now I was a man's play thing. I was happier then I had ever been, this is what I always wanted wasn't it.

Tomorrow I had an appointment at the beauty salon. But for now he left me to settle in and unpack. Judy had only packed the "girlie things" I would wear as part of our game. Now it would be my everyday wear. There was already dresses and things in the closet Craig had bought for me.

I learned my place, I took on the role of an obedient wife. Not even speaking unless spoken too. Craig liked to tie me up. Bit spankings where rare. I also learned to service his friends whenever he told me to. I never saw Judy again. I did have to sign papers changing my name, to Crystal. And surrendering all property to Judy in the divorce. Craig provided everything I needed. Occasionally I was forced to do something I didn't want to. Like pieced nipples. And a tramp stamp tattoo that said Cock Slut.

Our 5 year anniversary is coming up. Craig says he is buying me real breasts. I got him my clitty pieced so the cage may never be removed.

[golbrocklovely]

I'm really disappointed in Sam :/ I can't believe he would do this to Colby.

i agree with you anon. this is now the second time this year I've truly felt disappointed in sam's actions. first was with katelyn and that whole bs, and now this.

the problem is, he's done shit like this before, in smaller detail, to colby. but this one is worse, imo.

i want to have some sympathy for why he feels the need to do this, but it's hard to see it this time around. i don't think he's a bad person, but i do think he is so lost in trying to get answers (for whatever reason) that he's hurting those around him in the process. and i can't tell what's worse, someone knowing they are hurting others and not changing or someone oblivious to it every time. both end in the same result regardless.

i just don't understand why the need to have proof outweighs putting the one person you hold dear in danger. bc even colby flat out said "you're putting me in danger and i don't want that" and still sam tried to justify it. bc sam could have stopped this at any time before getting to the end. and what's crazy, and @xplrvibes pointed this out perfectly, is that whatever he wanted to do with the dolls doesn't even make any fucking sense in the first place. so you took pics, which is strictly against the "rules", all to what? combine the evil powers of these three dolls, along with you shitty voodoo dolls, and then……. do what? what end result were you thinking was gonna take place?? and to do it behind colby's back and somehow think that was okay???

sam is doing this shit for selfish reasons, one way or another. it's hard to tell if he wants proof for himself so that he knows there is an afterlife, or bc he wants to be the one known for finding out that answer, regardless of the fact he's been in a duo for over a decade now. again, if you want to go off and do this shit on your own, you can. but don't just leave colby in the dark, confused as to wtf you're doing. but the problem is, he's not even doing that - he's dragging colby along when he doesn't want to be part of it.

this also brings up a past issue that someone brought up before - for some reason sam keeps going towards the negative stuff. if you want to prove and afterlife exists, why not try to see if angels are real or some shit? why the immediate jump to something demonic or evil? why when you do the estes method is your first question usually "are you trying to hurt us" or something along those lines? why do you feel that being thrown against a wall or levitated (which assumingly isn't being done by a nice spirit) is the only proof of the paranormal as if you haven't been doing this shit for years now and have plenty of proof that something clearly exists out there????

one of these times he's gonna go to far, and i can't fathom that colby's gonna keep forgiving him every time. he's gonna push his luck, and i think he'll have a lot more than just colby leaving him to worry about.

also... to look colby, of all ppl, in the eye and say he knows why you need to do this, bc "last year was hard" as if this man didn't go thru fucking cancer............ tactless.

[cweeming]

⠀⠀⠀ ࣪⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ　 7592 (𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡). ⠀⠀ྀི

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 (🇧🇦/𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡).⠀ ﾉ⠀𝑡𝑥𝑡 (🇯🇵 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡). ✙

it were the afternoon, you and Logan hanging out. he had a mission to look out for, while you were kicking back and relaxing.

you sat on the couch, phone in hand. there wear earphones in your ears, and the music were turned up so you couldn't hear anything. Logan stood infront of the mirror on the wall a few feet away, back turned to you. he were grooming himself, making sure his kitty ears were in tact. he couldn't help but slow down when he began to hear the music coming from your phone. this again. his eyes narrowed, as he caught a glimpse of your sitting form in the mirror. he's told you countless times not to turn up the volume too loud, how you'd go deaf. but, you never learned.

"that oughta give you a headache." he called out, continuing to groom himself. fully expecting a response, not knowing you couldn't hear him. after none came, he stopped and called out to you again. maybe you were ignoring him, not wanting to listen to 'ole Logan and his old wives tales. "I ain't saying you can't do what you're doing, but I also ain't denying there'll be consequences in store for you." again, no response. he turned around in your direction to look at you, seeing you on your phone. what could possibly be preventing you from answering him?

you'd have the scare of your life when Logan suddenly towered over you. "Logan!" you nearly shrieked, throwing your phone and hitting him square in the face. "you- you're going to give me a damn heart attack." he chuckled, you pulling your earphones out of your ears and tossing them aside. "well, princess. being distracted doesn't exactly help prevent that from happening."

he stood up and grabbed your phone that landed beside you on the couch. "called out to you twice, and you ain't responded once. there ain't nothin' important on this phone to prevent you from talking." then, he smirked. "I don't suppose, you're crushing on the latest celebrity?"

you didn't exactly calm down, a small blush appearing on your cheeks while you shook lightly. "I'm just teasin'," he'd speak before you had the chance to answer, reaching out and ruffling your hair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

a few minutes go by. Logan's sitting next to you, scrolling thru your phone. "so... I noticed you had your earphones on you." he glanced at you sideways. "mind telling me what's going on there?"

you shifted uncomfortably. you didn't like being confronted, especially when it came to your secret interests. "uh... nothing." you shifted a bit to the side, turning away from him. "it's nothing."

it seemed as though you were preparing to leave. so, he grabbed ahold of you.

"nothin' ain't cuttin' it, princess." he sneered, the smugness present in his tone. ugh. it were hard putting up with him sometimes. you released a sigh, plopping back onto the couch like jello.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀...

as he continued to browse thru your phone, he managed to come across a music app. you waited patiently to have your phone returned, arms crossed over your chest.

"chizutorimack?.." he had a good look at the name, as well as the icon itself. you thought nothing of it, paying him no attention.

until you heard the app open, a soft chime coming to life. your eyes widened, head slowly turning in his direction. you knew right then and there, you couldn't let this man proceed.

"give me back my phone!" with a now demanding tone, you attempted to wrestle the phone out of his hands, failing miserably as he managed to block your small form. you sat back, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him like a hawk.

"easy now, princess." his eyes remained glued to your phone screen, beginning to read off what he saw in the app. "7592, music, txt... heh. well, I never took my princess for a music enthusiast." he looked over at you, a small smile playing on his lips. you released an annoyed breath, hair getting into your eyes. atleast you could lie more thoroughly with an attitude.

"firstly," you began, tucking the hair behind your ear. "you really need to keep your claws off what's not yours." you swatted at your phone to get it back, but he simply smiled, raising his arm higher into the air. how he loved to tease you. "and second, it's not a music app. I. . . that's just where I get my inspiration from. for every day life."

he saw right thru your bullshit. "I think I could take you up on that offer, princess." he reached over for the earphones that were still plugged into the phone. "you let old Logan here get a taste of what the common folk listen to, and I'll return your phone. how does that sound?"

terrible. your heart began to pick up. the judgement is going to be absolutely unreal. "u-uhm, actually... there's swearing. and themes of sex and violence."

he simply fanned his hand at you. he's well over 200 years old, and has definitely seen a lot worse. "y' know, I do need to brush up on my own collection. after all, a mutant needs to keep himself busy when he's not always around the house." he put in one earpod, before doing the same with the other. "go on, princess. what album do you recommend I listen to, first?"

you hesitated. usually, you'd keep these things to yourself, locked away from the world. but, with Logan... there were never a day where he seemed uncurious. so, you chose your favorite playlist that you created, albeit in a very shy manner.

"u-um... try the 7592 playlist."

in the end, he loved it. the other 2 playlists, including. so much so, he constantly kept your phone on him days at a time so he could keep himself in the mood. maybe it's time to put a passcode on the lockscreen?

[hunterbunter3000]

OH LORD MAMA TAKE THE WHEEL THISNIS MY LAST ONE.

imagine the boys just got back from a mission and when they enter the base, they found sweetheart cooking their country food for them. The taste is giving ✨SEASONED✨, its giving ✨you want me to marry you✨, its giving ✨that type of food that added 10 years to your life span✨, ITS GIVING ✨YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB AND IM PROUD OF YOU✨

NOOOO NEVER STOP THESE I SWEAR YOU'RE JUST FINE 😍😍🫂🫂 these give me life you have no idea miss roro💕

(@missroro ROROOO GURL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭 PLS FORGIVE ME I WAS SHADOWBANNED AND THEN OTHER ASKS KEPT POURING IN🧎‍♀️this is quite long, so hopefully you will take that as a sacrifice for my tardiness 🙏I hope you're doing well! I miss you LOTS 💓)

BUT UGHHH GOD

And the FACT that I already have a scenario that's kinda like this blows my mind 🤯🤯

When Sweetheart wasn't needed for this certain mission, she said "aight bet. I know yall are gonna be so damn tired and hungry so watch this WORK."

(Idk if you wanted Sweetheart to cook her home food, or cook their country meals, so imma do both 💀)

Her home-cooked food:

When Task Force 141 came back to the base they smelt that SEASONING IMMEDIATELY LIKE--

Gaz: Something just happened.

I know he's the FIRST to book it to the living room, and then he sees the PLETHORA

GRITS, SWEET YAMS, MAC AND CHEESE, CHICKEN, HAM, GREENS AND OX TAILS, CORNBREAD-- ALL THE GOOD SHIT YOU CAN THINK OOOFFF

Gaz squeals (LITERALLY SQUEALS) cause he's been wanting to taste her cooking.

(He's always asked about African-American cooking since he grew up with British cooking. Sweetheart told him the goodness and he's been hooked on it ever since)

Everyone else comes in and sees the table and they're just in shock

Like what the hell- how long did it take you to make all this?? I love you???

It felt so domestic, like coming home to a home cooked meal after getting off work and seeing your wife smile at you saying "welcome home, dear!"

Sweetheart is just beaming at them, saying "I know yall have been through hell, so have a lil' piece of heaven!" (She's so CHEESY) the mother in her comes thru, telling them to take showers and get situated first then come eat.

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THEY B O O K E D IT TO THE MENS SHOWERS TO GET CLEAN-- GHOST PUSHED ALEX AND SOAP INTO A WALL SO HE CAN GET THERE FIRST (König and Price were already in there LOL they're witches I swear)

They were done so quickly Sweetheart had to check if some of them were actually clean

Sweetheart: Suds?

Soap, flushed: uhm, yeah?

Sweetheart, eyes squinting: Did you wash yo' ass?

Soap:

Soap: Yes...?

Sweetheart: GO GET CLEANED

Soap: BUT FOOD--

Sweetheart: G O

(Alex and Gaz low key laughing at him and Price is disgusted that Soap sometimes doesn't wash his ass)

They all finally sit down and they just enjoy the warm feeling in their chests while looking at the food. Sweetheart turns on some r&b music (is this a black 80s BET movie? MAYBE) and she walks to the edge of the table, eyes are filled with love and pride for her team. "Aight, I'm gonna keep this short and simple cause I know all yall are hungry and tired," she starts. The team sit on every word she says, as they always do. She smiles. "I'm glad you all made it back safely. Successful mission or not, I will always be proud of all of you. I love yall."

She's too good for them, man. Wtf

They all just fell in love with her more AHA

So she sits down and the chatter and clatter begins. They all moaned so much when they ate the food 💀💀

(They all went into a food coma and had the BEST SLEEP EVER)

--

(If she made everyone's food from their culture) (I put my whole ass into this wow)

When SAS and Los Vaqueros trudged through the hallway, they heard a clang and a yelping "Ow! Son of a-"

Price and Ghost look at each other before picking up the pace towards the kitchen. "Sweetheart? Are you -" Price freezes when he sees the kitchen filled with different types of food. " - Okay..."

"Oh fuck-- Hey! Yall are back already! That's wonderful." Sweetheart nervously laughs as she wipes her hands on her messy apron. The others start to come in, not expecting the different dishes on the counters. She squeals, "Nah uh! Don't come in here! Go and get cleaned now, all of you!" They stare at her for a bit until sprinting to the Men's Showers. Shouts and loud bangs from falling tact gear are heard, making Sweetheart chuckle and shake her head. Once the men came back to the kitchen, she was gone and so was the food. "In here!" She yelled. Soap made it first to the dining room and let out a big gasp. On the long, make-shift table sat a multitude of different foods and drinks each man recognized from their home country.

"Oh, mo leannan, this looks barry!" Soap exclaims.

"In English, Mactavish." Ghost mumbles, making Soap kiss his teeth. "This looks wonderful, St.! I'm- how did you--" Sweetheart shushes him, Soap still smiling ear to ear. "Don't ask questions! Just come sit down and get your plate."

They all grab a plate and utensils with rushed steps and big smiles.

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

Price, Ghost, and Gaz sat at the end, where they all recognize the things to make Bangers and Mash. Shepherd's Pie and Fish and Chips could be found on all their plates with a side of Barm cakes. Their dishes melt in their mouths, dragon breathing at every bite since it was still hot. Ghost had a feeling in his chest that he felt extremely warm and overwhelming. He didn't think she would make something like this for him. "How're yall enjoying it?" She asks behind Price. "Umberweivable!" Gaz spouted out, a disbelief and amazed look on his face. Sweetheart laughs at him, "Hopefully, that meant unbelievable!" Gaz nods quickly with big food-filled cheeks. "Absolutely amazing, Princess." Price says after taking a swig of homemade Ginger Beer. "Haven't had Shepherd's Pie and Ginger Beer in so long. Good run down memory lane." Price smiles with soft and grateful eyes. Sweetheart snorts out a laugh and taps her cheek. Price raises an eyebrow until the embarrassment creeps in. He grabs his napkin and wipes the food that was stuck to his cheek. "I'm glad you like it, Cap! It was so hard finding an easy recipe for that damn beer." Sweetheart grumbles, looking at the kitchen with furrowed eyes and hand on Price's shoulder. He leans into her touch and sighs. "All in all, thank you." He murmurs, lifting her hand and placing a kiss on it. Sweetheart giggles, ignoring the heat coming from her hand. "You're very welcome!" She moves to Ghost, who has been quietly shoveling food in his mouth. "Hey Ghost! Are you--" Sweetheart stopped when he looked up at her. Eyes big with tears running down his flushed, stuffed cheeks. His eyes tick away from her changed face. "What...?" Simon whispers. She gives him a soft smile as one of her hands wipes off his tears. He didn't even notice the tears falling... "You enjoying the food?" She asks softly. Oh, that tone. That tone she uses only for Simon. He shivers, nodding his head slowly and then laying on her hip. She coos, wrapping her hand around his head while giving him head scratches to calm him down. You're alright, Simon. She's saying through her touch. Enjoy yourself.

Soap was practically vibrating in his chair when he saw a pitcher of Scottish Ale next to a big pot of Cullen Skink and an array of Scotch Pies with small Bacon Butties on the side. He did a double take when he saw a dish filled with Stovies and fried cut potatoes. Just how he ate it when he was younger. He lets out a disbelieved laugh as he reaches for it. "St.!" He calls out to her. She comes over with a worried look. "Wassup Suds? Everything okay?" He looks up at her with glassy eyes and a smile, nudging the Stovies. Sweetheart snickers, "I told you I would make it! I remember you tellin' me that your...màthair? Or-- mudder- damn I forgot how to say it-- but ya mom use to make this for you! So I looked up a recipe and may have added some of my extra spice to it." She explains as she whispers and laughs that last part. He can't believe that she remembers that. He told her that when he met her; telling her all the different Scottish cuisines. "I hope it tastes good..." She mumbles to herself. She cares. Soap grabs his spoon and collects some of the dish. She cares so much. Memories going through his mind when he chews it. She cares too much. "It's delicious." Soap whimpers out. Sweetheart smiles as she bends down to hug him. "I'm glad you like it."

Alejandro exclaims loudly when he takes a bite of his abundantly covered Elote. Rudy chuckles at him, taking another big ladel of Pancita and putting it in his bowl. "Hey guys, are you- WOW," Sweetheart yells. "You guys really ate almost everything! The Tamales and Flautas are gone..." Alejandro hums as he swallows. "So is the Ceviche and the Pipián." They both laugh at Sweetheart's surprised face. "Yall were hungry!!"And we still are, mama!" Alejandro snickers, taking more bites of his corn. "Mi flor, how did you make some of these dishes? And by yourself?" Rudy asks. He's so proud of her. He feels like he's back at home. "Oh, I had some help! Kinda-- some of the rookies helped me make the dishes! But then I kicked them out cause they were getting on my nerves." Sweetheart said, making the men laugh. "I knew you were a good cook. You would make a good wife someday, Sweetheart!" Alejandro shouted out as he smiled. Her shy laugh made him feel warm, but he wants his statement to come true.

König wanted to cry. He hasn't seen such a big pan of Tiroler Gröstl in a while. A basket of Kaiser Rolls is next to some Kasnocken and a pot full of Potato Gulasch. He scratches the brown hood he has on. Sweetheart made it for him so he could wear it when he's on base, since his other one was stinking up the joint. He watches Krueger take a big bite of his food and gulp down his drink that tastes like Almdudler. He's also wearing a hood that Sweetheart made for him; light blue fabric and handmade yellow stars scattered around it. It's scrunched up to his nose, his scarred lips still munching on his roll. He seems to be enjoying himself. König hasn't eaten with Krueger ever since they were kids. The impact on Krueger's actions in the past really changed everything for König and the family. But at least they're bonding in silence. "Hey, you two! Enjoying the food?" Sweetheart asks. Sweetheart. "Yes, meine kleine Göttin. It's very tasty." Krueger compliments her. She giggles, but it's cut short when Krueger grabs her arm and kisses her cheek. "Thank you for this wonderful feast, my love." He whispers in her ear with a smirk. Her mind goes blank for a moment, the heat of the kiss still searing on her brown skin. König grips his fork hard, turning his knuckles white. She sputters and then loudly laughs. "Yeah! No- no problem! I uh, König? How you uh, you enjoying the food?" He looks down at his plate, still quite full of food, yet not feeling like eating any of it anymore. König smiles with his eyes. "I am, Schatz. Thank you."

Horangi was enjoying himself to the fullest. Slurping down some Jajangmyeon with korean fried chicken and Kimchi fried rice with an egg. It reminds him so much of his mother's cooking, and when he didn't receive any Valentine's Day gifts so he would eat the noodles on Black Day. He blows on the noodles, the steam fogging up his black sunglasses. He wishes his past choices didn't bring him to this point. To be reminded of what he had, and now it's gone. He drank some of his soda, causing a big burp outta him. "You seem to be enjoying it, Horangi!" But without all his choices, he wouldn't have met her. He chuckles, covering his heavily scarred smile with his hand. Her warm hand snakes around his, gently pulling it down. She wants to see his smile. Her eyes sparkle at seeing his half-uncovered face. He's so pretty... "You like the noodles? M'sorry if I got the sauce wrong, I think I forgot some ingredients--" Horangi shakes his hand up. "No, no! It's perfect. The black bean sauce is amazing. I almost finished the whole pot." He's extremely impressed by her, but the cold feeling in his spine is wanting him to put the mask back on. Sweetheart squeals and claps, "Oh wonderful! I'm so glad you like it! By the way.." She leans down to hug his frozen form. "I hope to see your smile again. It's very pretty." She says. He is not grateful for his past choices, but he is grateful for her.

Alex and Roach enjoy their food in comfortable, happy silence. Alex hasn't had a decent cheeseburger since his leave. He dips a crinkle cut fry in ketchup, while Roach enjoys a big Maine Crab Roll. He's never tasted one before, but he always has, ever since Sweetheart gave him a postcard with the Roll on it, it's been his dream to taste one. "Yo, Alex! How's the burger?" Sweetheart asks, walking up to the both of them. Alex hums with a smile on his face. "You can't go wrong with a cheeseburger unless it's from a dirty bar." Sweetheart laughs, "Amen to that! And you're you doing, Gare Bear? Ya like the roll?" She asks sweetly. Roach can feel his face heat up from the nickname. He puts it down, finally taking breaths from horking it down non-stop, and putting two thumbs up. Her bright smile made both of them feel warm inside.

Graves sighs. His bones and joints hurt so damn bad. That mission with everyone was successful but it always costed some type of labor pain. He went to his dorm, already clean and changed into casual clothes. He could've sworn he heard laughing on the other side of the base... It didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was to sleep off this pain. He notices a big plate covered in tin foil and a small note plus a coke-a-cola on his door mat. His eyes scan down the hall way with confused brows. Is he being pranked by one of his shadows? He better not be, he doesn't have the patience for it- Oh it's from Sweetheart. Wait- "What?" Graves mumbles, eyeing the messy note. The note reads:

Hey Graves. Congrats on the successful mission

Made you some dinner cause I'm pro proo pri PROU FUCK proud of you. That is the only time I'm gonna say that to you and it's not even in person. Doesn't matter, enjoy the food

Sweetheart ♡ (p.s. you still an asshole and NO I did NOT put laxatives in your food this time)

He huffs out a chuckle with a wobbly smile. So she does care for him. In a-- weird, hateful way. He walks in his dorm with food and drink in hand and opens the tin foil, the smell of barbecue baby back ribs, steamed carrots, buttered rolls and mashed potatoes fill his nostrils. His mouth waters immediately as he sits in his desk chair. He digs in with the utensils that Sweetheart gave him, his mind immediately going to his repeated fantasy about having a family with Sweetheart. Her, serving him a big plate of food with their baby boy on her hip. She kisses Graves's forehead and situates their son in the high chair before she starts to eat as well. A happy smile works on his face, not feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. A happy family. "It's delicious..."

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

After Dinner Bonus!

"Hey, no one go ANYWHERE! Yall are helping me clean all this shit up!" Sweetheart points out with a frown. Soap laughs, "Of course, hen! Why wouldn't we?"

"You did a lot for us, Princess. We'll take care of everything now. Go and take a load off." Price says close to her. Very close to her. "Nah, I can help!" Sweetheart pushed. "Your shoulder has been bothering you, hasn't it?" Ghost said, making Sweetheart flinch. "Why you gotta call me out like that, man?" Sweetheart whined. He was right, though. She's been rotating her left shoulder from time to time, playing it off every time one of the boys asked about it.

Alejandro laughs, placing his hand on her hip. His thumb doing small circles on her thin clothing. Rudy and Krueger strolled towards Sweetheart. Rudy wore a soft smile, yet his eyes told a different story. A more mischievous story. Alejandro's voice dropped an octave, making a hot jolt spike through Sweetheart's spine. "Come now, mama. I know just what to do to help you relax."

°.Reblogs are highly appreciated.! Thank you for your support everyone!!

[hijackalx]

GORTASH NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hmm honestly feel like it depends on if hes feeling u or not. if he was just trying to catch a nut hes rude af. like before he leaves he'll throw a wet rag at u. and he used cold water to get it wet 🥲 BUTTTT if he really does like u i think he'll prolly run a bath for u both or something. i can see him washing ur hair/body for u 🥺

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his chest duhhh lol thats why he walks around with his titties out. i think hes got a really good upper body in general. like shoulders/arms/chest. and i feel like hes an ass man. yes that means all booties ALL. he likes to spank, bite, and leave marks all over it. omggg the type to smack or pinch ur ass in public LMAO

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yall already know im a firm believer that this man cums bucketfuls. he'll have u sitting there like "damn why is it still going" LMFAO almost exclusively wants to cum inside. to the point to where its hard to convince him not to. he wants to breed u sooo bad 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

*NONCON MENTION* it gets him concerningly hard when u tell him no but let him do it anyway. like i dont think he would ever AGGRESSIVELY force u to do anything hence the "let him", but something about being able to change ur mind/overpower u does something to him *NONCON MENTION OVER*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well. i think hes an expert when it comes to pleasing himself (which is typically thru penetration, so for my AFABs if yall can finish vaginally just know he do be laying pipe 🤤) but he didnt really grow up caring about his sexual partners much lol. i do think he wants to please you though, like badly. thats the only reason hes willing to let u offer some guidance when it comes to giving oral/fingering u.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press yall. like when he hooks ur legs over his shoulders and basically folds u like a lawn chair lol. also likes doggy though so he can pull ur hair and leave welts on ur ass lol.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes wayyyy too intense to be goofy at any moment while u guys are fuckin LMAO. like this man loves sex and gives his ALL. he puts his mf game face on and locks IN baby 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

YESSSSSS !!!!! YES !!!!! this man is SO hairy EVERYWHERE !!!! the same texture as the hair on his head. im about to faint yall catch me

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

uhh. i can see him being kind of romantic on special occasions. but like i said hes pretty intense usually and to me that doesnt leave much room for romance lol. especially since he can be so mean too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yeah. like all the time. hes a hornball so if ur not around as an alternative he WILL be jizzing into his hand. omfg if yall are like, ever distanced from each other he will want to send nasty ass letters back and forth to keep him satisfied until u get back LMAO god forbid they ever end up at the wrong place

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his office. will fuck on every surface and up against every wall. everyone else is afraid to touch anything in there 😭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he likes when u seem weaker than him, either in the sense that he has a physical or mental advantage over u. dont let anyone else treat u like that tho or he'll think ur a pussy lol

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

^^ as i mentioned letting other ppl have the same power over u as he does is a turn off. so if ur like me u got to grow a backbone or get the boot 🥾🤾‍♀️ 😭😭  anyway. i dont think he'll be willing to do anything that makes him feel "lesser" or more submissive. i mean u could probably trick him into doing it if u make him think its his idea or something LMAO

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i genuinely think he eventually gains an affinity for giving ??? he likes the sounds u make and the way u pull his hair. so yeah, gives lots of kisses and will mutter a lot of praises while down there too. dont get me wrong though u better be giving back too 😹😹

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough as fuckkkk bro. doesnt ever like to be gentle. sex just brings out a lot of aggression in him. u will be sore and bruised after. if u convince him to chill out he'll be a pouty baby about it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

anywhere and everywhere possible. i dont think its a goal of his to be seen by others while doing it but i also dont think he cares so that doesnt really stop him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he'll try to get u to do all kinds of fucked up shit. including shit that is probably lowkey dangerous 😹😹 hes pretty sadistic so get ready gurl

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

15-20 mins max shawty lmao sorry 😹😹 and since he wants to act like a wild ape ur prolly not getting a round 2 since he wore himself out. but if u didnt get off in time he'll use his hand to help u finish even if hes sleepy 😴

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease u at random times throughout the day by saying some absolutely horrendous shit in ur ear while ur in public and then acting like nothing happened. but usually doesnt want to waste much time before the act, so he might tease just enough to get u ready. nothing more though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

heavy grunter and breather. will only moan occasionally if its really hitting right 😹😹 if u do get him to moan i can see it being decently loud. its like a reward

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high libido man........ prepare ur hole 🪦

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes he can stay awake long enough for aftercare but other times itll have to come after a power nap 😭 youll be like "bae how was it" and turn around to see him completely unconscious. snoring and everythang

[justaaveragereader]

i wanted to ask if you accept requests, if you do i really like mommy!seonghwa or any boyfriend fic of seonghwa i really don’t mind anything

Mother Knows Best

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 979

Genre: Smut, Dom Mommy! Hwa, Sub Female Reader

Warning⛔️: Soft Dom Hwa, Fingering, Cum Eating, Breast Play, Slight Possessiveness, Marking, Mommy Hwa, Sub Reader, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names (Pretty Girl, My Love), If I Missed Anything…Let Me Know 👀!

Authors Note: Ommmggg my first ever request, and the fact it was between Mommy Hwa or Boyfriend Hwa💕!! I apologize that it took me a couple days to for fill this ask this is my fourth time trying to post this so hopefully it works 😬. Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope I did Mommy Hwa justice!

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞

Your eyes were squeezed shut, your head tossed back on Seonghwas shoulder, his fingers strumming over your sensitive clit. Your legs wide open with his legs locking yours into place.

“Mommy…please..” You whimper out. Body slick with sweat, his fingers drenched in your arousal. You buck your hips up trying to have him slip inside of you.

“What. What is it you need pretty girl?” He whispers into the side of your neck, placing soft wet kisses on your bruised skin. Letting out a small whine you wiggle your hips more, trying to signal to Seonghwa what you want without verbally telling him. He stops his fingers on your puffy clit. Hand coming up to squish your cheeks between his fingers, your slick spreading across your cheeks.

“Didn’t I ask you a question? You answer when I speak to you.” His rich voice clouds your mind, making your body hotter, not that you think that could happen more. Your body does a noticeable shiver.

“Mommy…I…I want you to put your fingers in me.” You whisper out, trying to tilt your head back, locking eyes with him. He cocks his eyebrow at you, gaze so heavy you can feel the weight of it physically on you.

“Mommy I want your fingers in me, please.” You quickly try to adjust your sentence. Hoping that your desperation and submissiveness appeases him.

A small smile graces his face, flooding your body with relief. The gleam in his eyes was full of admiration. His lover, his soulmate, his everything, sprawled out in front of him, full of need, full of desperation. You so easily submitted yourself to him, how could he not give you what you wanted.

“Just relax for me my love, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers into your ear, leaving a small kiss on it before running his fingers over your clit once more causing your body to jolt.

“Mommy always takes care of you.” He replies kissing your hair line, rubbing his fingers thru your wet folks trying to gather as much of your arousal before plunging two fingers into you. Causing your body to arch in his hold, one hand buried into your warm cunt, the other with a firm grasp on your waist. The heat off of your body is warming his chest, both physically and quite literally.

His fingers start at a slow pace, like he’s trying to burn the feeling of your walls into his brain. No matter how many times he’s taken care of you it's always like the first for him. His thumb rubs slow circles on your clit trying to give you as much pleasure as possible. His hands on your waist snakes up to your chest, pinching your hardened nipple between his fingers. The groan that leaves your mouth is on the brink of pornagraphic. That noise alone makes his cock harden even more, his clothed bulge rubs against your bare back.

“I feel so fucking good mommy.” You slur out, drool starting to dribble out of your mouth, your drunk on him, the way he’s making you feel. Seonghwa brushes some sweat off of your forehead, before returning back to your hardened nipples, toying with them, giving them the attention and pleasure they deserve.

“You love when I take care of you baby?” He leans down to capture the drool that’s leaving your pretty lips. Drinking you in like the starved man he is.

“No one else can take care of you the way I do baby, no one else but me.” He rasps into your ear, his possessiveness slowly surfacing with the way you plea and whine for him. His fingers continue their steady pace, making sure to push right against your spongy spot. Your toes curl, trying to shut your legs to ease the pleasure that’s crashing in.

“That’s it baby, come on mommy’s fingers, show me how good I’m making you feel.” He groans out into your ear, your writhing body rubbing significantly on his hardened cock.

“Mommy..mommy please!” You cry out, back arching while he continues to pull and pinch your chest, fingers speeding up, ramming pleasuringly against your spongy spot. Your legs tremble on top of his, your orgasm washing over you so hard your vision gets clouded, his fingers helping you ride out your wave of pleasure.

“That’s right, that’s right, cum for me.” His fingers are slowing down. Your body falls slack right against him, body slick with sweat, arousal, and now your own cum. He draws his fingers out of your sensitive hole, holding them in front of your face spreading them so you can visually see your orgasm stretch between his long, slender fingers. Letting out a soft hum of approval, he brings his fingers to his mouth sticking your juices off of his fingers. You are enamored with the way he takes your juices in his mouth, your eyes sparkling with a new wave of heat pooling in your lower stomach. His lips stretch into a big grin, his fingers leaving his mouth with a pop, moist fingers now toying with your other nipple while he moves his body from behind yours. Softly pushing you to lay down, slotting himself between your legs.

He removes his hand from your nipple now freeing himself from his pants, hard cock springing out, brushing lightly against your wetness, causing you to let out a whimper of excitement. Grabbing himself, he runs his painfully hard cock between your drenched folds, nudging your clit each time he goes up. His eyes are sharp as glass, he looks at you with care on the surface but below that you know he’s stalking you out like your his personal prey.

“Don’t worry baby, mommy is going to take good care of you.” His deep smooth voice whispers out.

A/N: I could sit down and have a whole podcast about Mommy Hwa, truly. The man makes me weak in the knees🤪. Like I’ve never seen someone be so mommy but so daddy at the same time..? I hope that makes sense. Anyways I hope you enjoyed😚💕!

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[haruchi-slit]

can you do a smut fic about Sukuna having a female vessel, and sprouting different mouths to tease her to put her in her place in the most inopportune situations? sorry if that's too much or weird but thank you in advance!

a/n: OMG FINALLY IM SO HAPPY, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANONY!, YOU REALLY MADE MY DAY, soo ehem anywayss enjoy♥️!

After being Sukuna's vessel for a while, you realized something that you can NEVER have

privacy nor alone time, and have a day without arguing with this peasant bitch man or so called "Ryōmen Sukuna", your frustration is building higher and higher since you became Sukuna's vessel, having to deal with it is pure torture you're like a ticking time bomb that's ready to explode any minute, and Sukuna would just make that worse by arguing with you.

"Hey, Woman switch with me." a mouth a appears on your cheek, you tried to ignore it first, but boy he was annoying,

"Shut up Mike Wazowski wannabe" you said as you try your best to ignore him.

"Switch with me, brat, im warning you." he ordered in a stern voice.

"Nuh uh, is this your body?, No so can you please shut your hole up for a minute?,

you can threaten me for all i care." you spoke, scrolling thru your phone as his mouth disappears from your cheek, thankgod you thought, but oh god you were wrong,

you felt something, no someone licking your thighs and groin, you looked under your shorts and it was him, lapping and licking your right thigh non-stop, Sukuna gave you a mischievous smirk as he stares at your flushed figure.

"S-Sukuna?, what the fuck~nn are you doing!"

you slapped his mouth away, but unfortunately it was useless as he appears at your inner left thigh, "Pathetic brat" he chuckled as he stretched his tongue to reach your panties, "H-hey!" you yelped as you tried to slap him away but in misfortune it was no avail, he pushes away your panties using his long tongue as he licks your pussy up and down

"Do a favor for me brat, remove your shorts and I'll promise you I'd use this tongue s'good"

he says as he licks his lips, you bit your tongue not wanting to end the pleasure he was giving you, you obeyed without thinking, not realizing you'll regret it later, after removing your shorts he appears between you seer butthole and your pussy, ready to eat his meal, he spats on your hole and used his tongue to smear it around your pussy, he focusses on your clit drawing circles on it, spitting and lubricating it, your breath hitched, hands gripping the sheet of your bed as you spread your legs wide, for him to properly fuck your pretty pussy up, you were lost in pleasure that Sukuna manages to take control of your right hand he brings his hand in your entrance as his tongue went on top of your groin, nibbing your puffy clit, he starts to move your delicate hand back and forth, finding your sweet spot "Bingo" he muttered he curled his three fingers in you, you squirmed and tried to muffle your moans since the wall of your room was thin and Megumi was beside your room, it'd be embarrassing if he finds you being eated out by a curse, you arched your back and grinded on your hand the knot indide you was building up and you knew you were vlose and Sukuna noticed that, of course you were a brat so he wont let you cum that easy,

he removes your hand out and disappeared from your groin, you whined and blabbled about him not making you cum,

"Ryooo, i was~nn so closee, please, make me cum! -hah!" you said as his mouth appears on your right hand "Why should i?" he asks, finding no answer to his question you whined

"Ryo, please, im going to die if you don't make me cum" you smeared your boobs together and squirmed on your bed " 'Kuna please" you cried he scoffs at your pathetic figure as he controls you right hand again rubbing your puffy vagina teasing it, just to get back at you

"Ryomen a-ah! please!" you cried tears flowing down your cheeks again, for the third time his mouth appears on you cheeck just to drink your salty tears he laughed,

"I can do this for an eternity for all i care, brat"

he continues to laugh, "that's what you get for bad mouthing me honey, you'll get worse punishments, just you wait."

"~ngh, Ryomen oh! I'm sorry please i won't do it again please, please, please!" you plead, because of your defenseless figure Sukuna manages to controls both of your hands, his mouth on your left hand, he approaches your abused, swollen clit with your own left hand as pressed your hand on your clit, he shcked your cunt like rhare was no tomorrow your juices was all over your bedsheets,

"didn't expect that your were sweet as sugar, maybe I'll do this more often mhm?, you'd like that, brat?, yeah?" he continues to lick and thrust your own fingers to go back and forth in your pussy hitting every right spot,

squirming, bitting your lips till it swell and fighting for your dear life, came, finally,

but still, Sukuna was not near from finishing he continues to eat your pussy out abusing it's every part, he thrusts your fingers faster and curled it further more in you,

"a-mhhmm, ha- S'kuna t-too much!" you moaned, and of course he won't stop there, why would he? the fun just began,

"Ryo!~ hngh please, i-it's too a-aah! im going to pee, Sukuna wait!"

"C'mon brat, don't be silly" he laughed lightly as he enters another finger in you, thrusting it faster, licking and sucking your clit, your legs shakes uncontrollably as Sukuna pressed your left hand deeply on your clit while moving his tongue, and with that you released a squirt, "mhmmm~ ah!" you let out a breathy moan, your bed was a mess, your cum scattered on the bed sheets you plopped your body down, as sukuna's mouth appeared on you cheek once again,

"You liked it don't ya'?" he chuckled

"I-i, oh shut up Mike Wazowski wannabe!"

a/n: ik it's not the best smut fic I've ever written and not really what you've asked for, but still i hope you liked it anony!🥹

[juniperpyre]

I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to be hateful towards you. I don’t think it’s fair to blame James for his and Lily’s death: whole victim blaming isn’t right. Voldemort was winning the war and the walls were closing in. Peter wasn’t just some friend - and it wasn’t only Peter that James was trusting. Lily and Sirius agree to Peter. Sirius was the one who came up with the plan. I feel like that goes beyond James and his moral views. His brother and wife also agree to Peter, wouldn’t that greatly impact James’s opinion? Yes, Remus, years after and harden by grief, thinks James was too blind, but again, Peter is wasn’t just some person - he had earned their trust, kept their secrets, and fought alongside them. I understand James had his flaws and I’m not denying them, but it wasn’t arrogance or black and white thinking that brought James down - love did. He loved Sirius and Peter.

this is about this post.

hi okay, i don't take this as hate lol, i am a bit frustrated bc i almost put a qualifier like "(of course their deaths are the fascists' fault)" but it felt unnecessary.

the idea of james' trust being a reason his family dies is thematically interesting to me. dumbledore's fatal flaw (fatal for a bunch of people, not just him) is not trusting people. he thinks lily and james trusted the wrong person. and they did.

but if just a few more people had known about the plan sirius never would have gone to azkaban. maybe peter would've been too afraid to go through with turning them over to voldy. so there's a narrative tension between trusting too much and not trusting enough. dumbledore is egotistical and should have created a more cooperative resistance rather than being the ultimate head.

i very much reject the idea that love brought james and lily down. again, this is bc it weakens the narrative. i really stand by:

his high self-regard and his loyalty meant he couldn't fathom someone he considered a best friend betraying him. if he sees someone as good, they must be good. he'd never been wrong before!

i have a lot to say about james potter and black & white thinking that's in drafts, so that's for another time.

the responsibility for james, lily, and harry's deaths falls on voldemort, peter, and arguably dumbledore. jily shouldn't have been having to make choices to save themselves from being murdered!!! however, that doesn't mean james and lily's choices had no impact.

giving james flaws that are normal, human flaws and relating them to his canon positive traits (trust & loyalty) and then seeing how the mix of those traits contributes to his and lily's death is interesting. it is complex and tragic, because no one is perfect, and that shouldn't be a death sentence.

i hc that james struggled a lot with how to be a husband and father since (in my hc) his dad died before he and lily married. i imagine that, as a man in the 70s, he feels like it's his job to protect his family (he doesn't think lily is weaker but damn these gender roles have hands) and not being able to do so bc his wife is in a group that is being genocided and they're both fighting a war eats him up

so i do imagine him making the call. he knows peter better than lily does, and sirius obviously doesn't get final say. so james makes the call that results in their deaths, and sirius comes up with the idea that results in their deaths, and lily is passive and allows these "wrong" choices.

this isn't a fair way of putting it, but it's how each character sees themselves. this isn't a real-world cause and effect, it's exploring themes present in the og books thru character analysis and hc

i talk fairly often about the DE being fascists so honestly i don't think i need to qualify my posts with "of course the DE are the villains and the order are just trying their damnedest"

[uslv]

Fix me

Tommy Shelby × Female OC

A/N: sorry for the wait ! I don't really like this book ughhhh the plot just moves too fast but oh well

1860 words

Part Two

Breeze hit my face as I shivered. I had to sleep on the dock seeing that the man took my bed. Not complaining, he needs it more than I do.

I barely slept at all last night. I flicked my heavy eyes around as I brushed thru my hair with my fingers.

I headed to the bathroom swiftly washing my teeth before I went to see my father.

I slowly peaked thru his room seeing he was sound asleep. I smiled as I closed the door. I went back out on the dock taking my yarn.

I finished crocheting the mans socks, since I barely slept last night I had to do something. I started crocheting him a hat, the hat is more for memories than for actual use. But who knows, he might actually use it someday. If he comes out alive.

I continued to crochet hoping that the measurement were good. But the door to my room gently opened.

I immediately got up to go to my room to help him. He was walking out, with those socks that had holes in them. He had the blanket over him as I came closer.

"Rest. I'll get what you need." I said as I turned him back to my room.

He sat down on my bed as I scurryed to the dock taking the socks I made.

"Here, their finished." I softly spoke showing him the socks.

He looks at the socks, but his reaction stayed blank. I got on my knees taking his old socks off. I felt his cold feet as I shook my head in disapproval.

"Hopefully these will keep you warm." I said as I slid the socks on him, being a perfect fit.

"There we go! Much better." I smiled looking up at him. He was looking down at his new socks, reaction still blank.

"Your boots are almost dry if you want to put them on?" I suggested as I got up.

He slightly shook his head no. At least he was listening to me.

"Alright than, I'll make breakfast for you." I smiled as I exited his room.

I went to the kitchen taking the bread and cutting a slice. I put some spread on and cooked an egg on the side. I placed the food on a plate as I went to his room. It wasn't the best breakfast, but those were the circumstances.

"Here." I smiled handing him the plate.

I could just see at the slightest, the corners of his mouth rised. Barely noticeable. A wider smile appeared on my face, a grin. I was happy he was finally showing emotion.

"You'll be home in no time." I smiled as I exited his room. I saw my dad on the dock, turning on the engine.

"You need help?" I asked him as I went on the dock.

"All good." He said as we started moving. I sat down taking my yarn, continuing to crochet the mans hat.

I smiled to myself remembering I slightly broke thru that blank wall of his. It felt like a mission completed.

"We've got company." My father spoke making me jump.

I look at the sea seeing a few boats coming on the opposite direction of us. There was a British flag so I wasn't too alarmed. My dad started to slow down to ask the men where their heading. One of the boats stopped, turning his engine off completely.

"If you have room come with us down, we are taking hurt soldiers." One of the men yelled out.

My dad nodded as he immediately started turning around.

"Dad? Are you sure?" I asked somewhat panicked.

"We need to help Evelyn." He said as he steared.

I sighed out somewhat worried. What if the man gets mad. We told him we're going home. I decided to immediately tell him. I went to his room, slightly knocking before entering.

His head turned to me as our eyes met. Hi eyes lit up seeing me. My breath hitched as I immediately forgot what was I about to say.

"I-. . . We're going back." I spoke as his eyebrows furrowed.

He got up exiting the room as he barged outside to the dock.

"We cannot go back. That is a death martch." He sternly said. I came running to his trying to calm him down.

"Look son, we need to help the other men-"

"You are going to get yourself killed!" He exclaimed.

I was left speachless. I looked at the man, than at my father.

"I've already made my decision son." My dad sighed.

The man ran his fingers thru his hair as he walked in circles.

"I- It'll be alright, don't wor-"

"Evelyn, leave the man alone." My dad warned.

The man stormed to my room as I looked at my dad, than at him. I looked at my dad one last time as I went after the man.

I gently opened the door peaking my head. He was sitting, head in hands. I closed the door sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry-"

"it's not your fault." He spoke.

"Relax a bit, everything will be alright. Believe me." I softly spoke putting my hand on his chest.

I looked at his eyes, million thoughts going thru his head. I sighed as I got up. I stood in front of him as I unbuckled the heavy jacket he was wearing.

"You'll feel better. You just need to rest." I spoke as I helped him take it off.

I placed the jacket on the hook. I took his suspenders off his shoulders as I noted him to relax. His head still in hands as he looked down at his feet.

I placed my delicate hands on his shoulders, as I started to massage him, hoping he will relax. I saw him close his eyes as I unclogged his tight muscles.

"Lay down." I softly spoke.

After a moment he obligated laying down on his stomach. I crawled on the bed as I placed my hand on his back. I started pressing in on each of his muscle, trying to untense them. I felt him relax underneath me as I continued.

"It'll be alright, believe me. As long as I'm here with you, I'll keep you safe." I told him trying to comfort him.

I turned him around as I started massageing his chest. I rubbed my palms against his chest and to his neck. His eyes looked droopy, he looked like he would fall asleep any second. I smiled to myself. I could fix him.

He took one long blink. I realised he was now asleep. I didn't want to wake him up so I just crawled off the bed and headed towards the door.

I felt his hand brush my, making me turn. He was looking at me in the eyes. I immediately melt. His hand was touching my pinky as his eyes stayed on mine.

"Don't leave me." He softly spoke.

The corners of my lips rised as I came closer to him. I layed on the bed resting my head on his chest. I sighed as I melted back into his touch. His arm warped around me as my eyes closed. I felt heavy, I could finally sleep.

❜

"Evelyn..? Evelyn!" I heard from outside the room. I opened my heavy eyelids as the door flung open. I immediately jumped up.

"Evelyn are you serious? You can't use men like him." He exclaimed.

"Father quieter, let him sleep." I said almost in a whisper.

"I don't care, he better be awake, we have men coming in." My dad spoke just as he left.

I sighed as I looked behind me at the man. His eyes were half open.

"You sleep." I smiled as I brushed my hand over his. I went to exit but he weakly held me by my pinky. I looked back at him.

"I'll be back soon okay?" I smiled just as I exited.

"We're reaching the shore!" My dad yelled from the dock.

I immediately went on the dock to prepare the rope. He stopped the engine as I saw hundreds of men getting in on the ships before us.

The boat stops as I hop off, tieing the rope around the stone fence. I pulled down the bridge as some men hurried to get on the boat. They got on with some chatter, hearing some lude comments. "You come with the boat?" One man said making me wince in disgust.

We reached the limit of the men as I hopped on the boat, untiring it first.

"All good!" I yelled out to my dad as the men sat down on the boat. I made my way to my dad as he started the engine.

"We all good?" My dad asked me.

"Everyones good, no injured." I said as I looked thru the men.

"Great..." my dad said under his breath.

I took my yarn as I started crocheting. Most of the men fell asleep, some quietly chatting. I was finishing with crocheting the hat for the man, which I don't even know the name of.

I went to the storage where I took a small box, placing the hat in along with a note. I planned to give it to him when he gets home. I realised I need to check up on him, to tell him everything was alright and that we're finally going home.

I swiftly got into the room seeing him laying on the bed. His head shoots up to look at me, the slightest smile appearing on his face.

"All the men boarded. Just so you know." I smiled shyly.

"We're heading home now." I continued as I sat on the bed. He sat beside as we bothe stared at the floor below.

"What's your name?"I asked turning to look at him.

"Thomas." He answered.

A smile grew on my face as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Well, nice to meet you Thomas, I'm Evelyn." I smiled. He didn't say anything, he just sighed, in satisfaction.

"Are you hungry?" I asked looking up at him. He just shook his head no.

I continued looking up at him, as he stared at the door Infront. I felt somewhat connected, with him. Like there's some kind of bond. I felt like I knew him for years. All those thoughts led to another. Leading me to ask a question.

"How were you before this?" I asked him.

"Before war?" I continued. He loudly sighed as he gently got on the bed.

"You'll find out." He said making me smile.

I reached my hand to his, feeling the old and rhaspy skin. I layed down beside him, closing my eyes once again.

"I can sleep only when I'm with you." He said out of the blue, making me slightly flustered.

I didn't know what to say, I just snuggled up more against him as I rubbed my hand over his chest.

I felt droopy again, each blink being heavier than the last one. Than I just fell asleep.

[squiddy-god]

happy birthday diluc

Previously @/squid-god-supreme, this is my fic I got nuked so this is me re-uploading all my fics. If you notice me not uploading a particular one you remember, please be patient I have 200+ to get through- but you can always send a request with a description of what it was so I can find it

CW : not proofread, older fic, tooth rotting fluff, slight angst if you squint at first, gn! Reader, soft diluc supremacy

In recent years Diluc had not been fond of his birthday choosing to simply wall himself away at the winery or drown himself in his work, but this time it was different. He had you to look forward to, your bright smile and bubbly laugh that never failed to bring a smile to his face. Yes you were the person he wanted to spend today with, however it would appear that you were busy with travelers, helping them to complete some “rather difficult commissions” as you put it. 

Of course he understood- but it didn't make him feel any less lonely, trying to hide the disappointed look in his crimson eyes. You almost cracked right there, hating to see the man so sad, but you had a mission to do- even if it wasn't the same as the one you had told Diluc you'd be busy with. No No No you had far sweeter plans then helping the traveler, that was simply a distraction so diluc wouldn't catch onto what you were doing.

Originally you had thought to plan a surprise party for him but realised that he probably wouldn't enjoy such a large gathering, so you decided to just bake him a cake! Aching your way thru the streets of Mondstat to your home was quick work, the back crinkled slightly as you placed it on the counter, filled with eggs, flour, milk and butter. You smiled, hands on your hips and a proud gleam in your eyes. It was no secret that diluc had not had a good birthday in a while, but you were determined to change that today. Using a knife to even the top of the flour you measured and poured your dry ingredients, humming a cheery tune to work along to. 

Diluc found himself bored, unable to focus on paperwork or the hustle and bustle of the bar. Instead his mind wandered to the thought of you, he wanted to spend today with you yet commissions seemed to just drag on and on. Eventually, as his mind drifted even further sill, he decided that he would wait for you at your home, that way once you did return he could capitalise on the time you had left. “Alright charals, i trust you can hold down the bar for today?” diluc asked, adjusting his gloves as he prepared to leave. “Yes, of course sir, you enjoy your day off” diluc nodded, quickly leaving the bar and aching a b-line towards your house. 

A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he stood in front of your door, fond memories drawing out the usually melancholy this day brought, and so he pushed open the door and shut it quietly behind him. 

Your humming almost instantly caught his attention, he made his way to the kitchen and was shocked to see you baking. standing in the doorway he watched as you cracked eggs and mixed in the batter, you looked adorable in your apron covered in flour. “Hehe i know dilucs gonna love this cake" You said to yourself as you baked. A smile tugged at his face and he quickly made his way over to you. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on top of yours, a deep chuckle sounding inside the room. "S-surprise" You laughed. "Surprise indeed y/n" He kissed the top of your head and turned you around. "Thank you for making today a good day" He muttered as he rested his head against yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks and you smiled. "Of course diluc, after all I do love you" 

"I love you to"

[lovesuhng]

[16:47]

couple: sunny!johnny x grumpy!fem!reader

"Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."

It seems like everything was purposely going wrong this week. University and your part-time job were killing you to the point where you missed the bus to university almost every day. Your performance in classes wasn't the best either and you knew that if you didn't try just a little more, you would lose this class.

Once again, you had woken up late, you were running towards class while trying to tie your hair, when you bumped into something, or rather someone and fell to the floor. That someone was Johnny, the personification of a friendly person, who was almost always happy, totally the opposite of you. Let's just say you weren't the nicest person around.

Johnny ran to help you get up, but you refused the man's help and went to your class, you didn't feel like interacting with people today and unfortunately for you, Johnny followed you, as you studied together.

At the end of the class, your teacher talked to you about your performance in the subject, as he seemed truly worried, you apologized and said you would work harder, but he said he had a solution:

“Johnny Suh will be your tutor” And like magic, the boy appeared next to you, smiling at you, who returned a forced smile.

“So, apparently we're going to spend some time together” Johnny said excitedly, as soon as the teacher left the room. The only thing you did was roll your eyes. “Hey hey, at least let’s exchange our cell phone numbers and arrange our first date… to study of course.” You handed the cell phone to him, and he did the same.

“I work every day after school, so I will only be available at night. We can start today if you don’t have an appointment.” ‘I want to start this soon so I can finish it soon’ was all you could think.

“Perfect, it’s in the coffee shop on the street behind the university, right?” The boy noticed your scared face. “Don’t worry, I’m not following you” He chuckled, but stopped as soon as he saw that you weren’t laughing with him. “I’ve been there a few times and I saw that you work at this coffee shop.”

“I’ll see you later.” You left towards your work, leaving Johnny behind.

A little before the scheduled time, Johnny arrived at the coffee shop where you worked and your co-worker said that you were getting ready to leave, but that your boss had called you to have a talk. Johnny decided to wait for you outside, but he was surprised by some screams coming from the back of the coffee shop. As he was very curious, he decided to look at what was happening and was surprised when he saw you leaning against the wall, with your head down and a man, who apparently was your boss, shouting at you.

“HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH AN IDIOT? TODAY ONLY YOU MADE 5 WRONG ORDERS! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF DAMAGE YOU ARE CAUSING! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS AT HOME AND AT UNIVERSITY, YOU HAVE TO WORK RIGHT!” You kept your head down, listening to everything he said. “I’m not going to fire you, but you better work properly next week”

“It won’t happen again, I promise” That was all you said and, as soon as your boss left, you took a deep breath, gathering all your strength not to cry there. It was the first time Johnny had seen you in such a vulnerable way and it tugged at his heart. He returned to the car and a short time later, you met him, who was waiting for you with a smile on his face, pretending not to have seen what had just happened to you.

“Come on, I think you had a busy day. Do you mind being in your place? Mine isn’t in good condition for visitors” Johnny said, opening the door for you to enter.

"Okay."

“Great! So, put your address in the GPS, please? Oh, I wanted to go somewhere first, I promise it will be quick.” You just nodded and got into the car.

On the way, Johnny noticed that you were not only tired, but also sad, but you were trying very hard not to show it. You noticed that Johnny was at a drive thru buying some burgers, you didn't want to admit that you were hungry and that you were happy that Johnny was doing that.

When you arrived at your room, you told Johnny to make himself comfortable and she would organize everything for you to eat, but the man preferred to follow you to the kitchen.

“We’re not studying today” Was all Johnny said as you grabbed a bottle of ketchup from the fridge.

“What?!”

“I know you didn't have an easy day, besides all the pressure from classes, I saw what your boss did to you, I don't want you to be more tired than you already are.”

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me about that.” You sniffled, holding back your tears and avoiding exchanging glances with Johnny as much as possible. For some reason, you felt like he could read you like no other person could.

“And I'm not. I just want you to know that you can count on me. Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you.”

All the tears that were haldin began to fall, Johnny's arms hugged your body. You could feel that your cold person mask had completely fallen and that you finally had someone on your side.