#if I want my teeth to stay where they are

[yearsbecomingcool]

good boy | daniel markowitz 18+

donate to gaza here | masterlist | part 2

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | your best friend is there for you after a shitty day at work.

warnings | f!reader, me ranting about working retail, drug use, sexual context, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, subby!danny, and grinding.

word count | 3k

a/n | the lack of fics for daniel is insane to me so naturally i had to fix that. thelma is amazing and you all need to watch it, super fun and cute!! i'm so thankful the screenplay for thelma is up online because i used it as a guide for daniel while writing. there will be a part 2 to this i swear. next fic is going to be for caracalla and I'm very excited for it. if y'all have requests for any of fred's other characters please feel free to send them in :)

There’s nothing you hate more than a customer who comes in at the last minute. You were at your retail job, clearing the last of the hangers out of the fitting room when you heard the front door open. You glance over at your coworker, giving her an annoyed look. You drop your voice low, with an empty store and the music turned off it won’t take much for your voice to travel. “Who comes into this place right before closing, who needs jeans at 9:51pm?” You groan.

“Let’s just hope they’ll be quick.” She returns to sweeping up the fitting room. About five minutes later the customer, a middle aged woman with a haircut that screams ‘I will call your manager over nothing’, walks into the fitting room holding a pile of jeans. You decide to grit your teeth and open up a room for her before wandering off to the back to find your manager. You put in the door code and head into the back, pounding on the office door where your manager is counting the registers already. If this woman tries to pay in cash you all are fucked. You hear your manager putting up the money and she opens the door just a crack. “We just had someone come in to try on like ten pairs of jeans, should I tell her that we close soon, or?”

Your manager sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “I’ll handle it in a minute, just let her try it on for now and put someone at the front to make sure no one else comes in.” You nod in response and head back out to the floor, sending someone up to the front before you slip into one of the fitting rooms. You open your texts, a small blue dot next to your conversation with Danny. Sometimes you envied him being unemployed, right now is one of those times. You open up the conversation, smiling down at his message. He had finally watched the horror movie you’d suggested ages ago and was telling you how much he loved it. You type up a quick response as you hear the other fitting room door open, you slip your phone into your pocket and slip back out.

“Do you carry anything not…ugly?” She asks, motioning down to the pair of atrocious jeggings she’s tried on. You internally cringe at the printed on pockets and crease lines. 

You put on your best customer service voice and nod, “Yes ma’am. Do you know what you’re looking for?” 

She gives you a look that makes you want to quit on the spot, “If I knew what I was looking for do you think I’d be trying on so much shit?” 

You manage to stay calm, giving her a strained smile. “Well if there’s anything I can help you look for just let me know.” The woman shuts the door in your face and you sigh, slipping back into the fitting room you were just in. You pull your conversation with Danny back up and type out a text to him.

please tell me you’re free tonight, work is making me lose my mind 

You slip your phone back into your pocket and try to keep yourself busy. It’s ten minutes past close now and you’re getting more annoyed as every second passes. As you’re fixing the clearance section for the hundredth time your phone buzzes, a new text from Danny. 

i am

what time are you off? 

You smile and type back a response

i was supposed to be off at 10:30 but some karen came in and is trying off half the store

so when i know i’ll let you know

i need canes so bad tonight 

His response comes quickly. 

canes sounds so good 

do you want me to pick you up or?

You bite down on your lower lip, trying to decide. 

yeah

do you wanna stay over tonight?

a movie night and canes maybe?

Your phone buzzes again with his response.

sounds perfect

mom is driving me up the wall again

You send a thumbs up react and head back to the fitting room to see if that customer is gone yet. You sigh in relief when you see the door is open and then immediately want to bash your head into the wall when you see she left every single item she tried on in the room and on the floor. You can hear your coworker locking the doors and feel relieved that she’s at least gone now. You snap a quick picture of the mess and send it to Daniel.

i love my job.

He’s quick to reply, the message coming seconds after yours. 

canes will fix it

promise

You smile down at the message and quickly type out your response.

if it doesn’t i bought more edibles last week

You ignore his next messages to fix and put back the items she had left in the fitting room. You hold down the button on your walkie, “Are we still getting out of here at 10:30? I fixed all the stuff she left.” As soon as she replies you send Danny a quick text to let him know to be here at 10:30. You pray the next 15 minutes will go by quickly as you find things to busy yourself with until finally you can grab your things and leave. As you all walk up to the doors to leave you smile at the sight of his car in the parking lot, parked right next to yours. 

As soon as you’re out you’re quick to run to his car, knocking on the passenger window, scaring the shit out of him in the process. You throw your head back and laugh at the sight of him dropping his phone and screaming. He unlocks the door and bends down to scoop his phone up off the floor. You’re still laughing when you get in. “Holy shit, I forget how easily scared you are.” You drop your bag to the floor next to a crumpled Wendy’s bag and buckle up, leaning back comfortably in his seat. 

“You’re such a dick,” he mutters, still recovering from how you scared him. 

“You looooove me,” you tease, reaching over to ruffle his already messy hair.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you need to sleep at night,” he jokes, buckling up and turning the car back on. 

You sit in silence for a minute as he drives out of the parking lot. “Thank you for coming to hang out, work has been such a goddamn nightmare lately…I’ve missed you.” You say softly as you play with the rips in your jeans. 

He smiles, his cheeks turning pink, “I’ve missed you too…I started taking those classes at the community college last month. I’m not taking a lot but they’ve kept me a little busy.”

“I’m glad you’re doing them, I thought you were gonna lose it having to be stuck around your parents constantly,” you chuckle. As sweet as his parents are they can be a nightmare to be around at times, you think they’re why he’s so anxious but you’d never say that out loud.

“They’ve been driving me insane today, I keep telling them it’s so hard to get anywhere to call back but they think it’s bullshit. They haven’t had to apply for a job in like 30 years, they think you can still walk in and get an application,” he rants. 

“Oh my god…there’s no fucking way. Every time someone comes in to get an application we have to tell them to apply online, I feel like an asshole every time I have to tell them. Y’know you should come work with me, it sucks but it’s something at least. We’re hiring.” 

He smiles, “Maybe I will, then I can get paid to annoy you.”

You groan playfully, “Y’know what they actually just filled every position so-”

“Oh fuck off!” He laughs, pulling into the packed Canes drive through. 

“Do you know what you want, or?” 

You cut him off, “You have my order memorized by now.”

He holds his hands up defensively, “Hey! For all I know you could’ve picked tonight to branch out.” 

You roll your eyes, “When have I ever branched out with food a day in my life?”

“Fair point…” 

As you sit waiting for the line to move you glance over at Danny, you grab his wrist, examining the rip on his cardigan. “Dude, you need to throw this out, or like go get it fixed.” 

“If you think that little rip is bad just look at this.” He leans forward to show you an even worse rip towards the back of the dark blue cardigan.

“Jesus did something take a bite out of it? You know we sell one that looks a lot like that, I could always get you a new one.” You offer. 

“I like this one, it’s soft. Just let me wear it until it falls apart.”

You sigh, “I think it’s about halfway there, bud.” 

Silence falls over the car again, you scramble for something to fill it. You regret the first words out of your mouth. “So, how are things with Allie?” 

His face sours, he looks down at his lap trying to come up with an answer. “She’s got a new boyfriend…seems like he’s got his shit together, so y’know, that’s uh…good.”

“Shit, dude…” You place your hand on his shoulder, “She’s missing out. You don’t have it all together yet, and that’s fine, but you still have a lot to offer.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “You sound like my grandma,” he sounds amused.

“I still can’t believe she pulled a fucking heist to get her money back…what a legend.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “I don’t know how she pulled it off still, she’s incredible. God…I was so stressed that whole day.”

“Yeah, I know, you were practically blowing up my phone. But hey, I’d do the same if my grandma pulled something like that.”

He turns to you smiling, “Well if she ever does you have an expert to help you handle it,” he gestures to himself cockily.

“I’m sure you’ll be great at helping me freak out.”

He smacks your thigh playfully, “Hey, be nice if you want me to pay.”

“Right, right, can’t upset my sugar daddy…”

“Fuck off,” he cackles, rolling his eyes.

Once you get your food he starts heading back to your place, you feed him his fries while he drives, the radio playing softly in the background. “It’s a good thing we both got extra sauce, I don’t know why they don’t just sell bottles of this shit already,” you say as you dip another fry into the sauce for him. 

“If they did, I think we’d be enough to keep them in business,” he laughs.

Back at your place Danny makes himself comfortable on your plush couch, it was one your grandma had been nice enough to donate once you got your own apartment, a one bedroom just big enough for you and your cat. You retreat to your room to grab your edibles, a small baggie with candy that looks similar to Airhead Xtremes. You toss the bag into his lap as you plop down next to him, grabbing your Canes box off the coffee table. “Don’t take a lot, you know I’ve never been one to go for a low dose,” you caution. 

“Thanks for the warning, the last time I took some with you I woke up high.”

You laugh at the memory, “You were such a mess that night, I felt so bad.”

He pats your shoulder reassuringly, “It’s fine, I lived, didn’t I?”

“Unless I’m hallucinating you right now, then yeah, you did.” 

He takes his turn feeding you your fries as you scroll through your streaming services to find something to watch. You turn to him, “Are you gonna kill me if I put on Spree again?”

“I might,” he deadpans. 

You click on it anyway, starting the movie and taking a small bite off your edible, Danny doing the same. You lean your head on his shoulder, cuddling up to him like always. He glances down at you with a smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer.

“I’ve missed this…I hate being busy.”

You smile up at him, “I wish I was rich, then I’d have all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted. I’d spend all my days watching movies, annoying the shit out of you. Sounds like a better life to me.”

“Then you could be my sugar daddy.”

You roll your eyes, “I practically am your sugar daddy, I barely let you pay for anything.”

“You shouldn’t do that y’know,” he says softly. “I still live with my parents, I can afford to pay for your stuff. You’re like…an adult, you’ve got bills to pay.” 

“You’ll be in the same boat soon, Danny. Maybe I’ll need a roommate.”

“In a one bedroom?” He asks incredulously. 

“Yeah, you can sleep on the floor. I’m a generous host,” you joke. 

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You let me sleep in your bed with you every time I stay over but I’ll have to sleep on the floor when I move in?”

“Fine, you can sleep at the end of my bed. Is that better?”

His brows furrow, “Like a dog?”

“Mhm, you can bark, right?”

His cheeks go pink and he stumbles over his words, unable to string together a comprehensible sentence. Eventually just nodding shyly.

You love to see him flustered. You reach out and pet his hair like a dog, “Good boy.” 

You bite your lip at how red he gets. You wonder if Allie ever messed with him like this.

They dated for a year and yet you feel like you barely know anything about what happened between them. You glance down at his lips. You kissed once, it was junior year. He’d come over after school, muttering a lie to his mom about needing to work on a project. Instead you had managed to get your hands on some bud, fluttering eyelashes and a twenty was all you needed to pay with. Your parents were working late, again, so it made it easy to get away with. He laughed at you, watching you pull up a tutorial on Youtube for how to roll a joint. Laughing even harder when you rolled quite possibly the worst joint in all of history. You smoked together, watching the Jackass series, laughing too hard at every bit. At some point you ended up in his lap, he pulled you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling playfully at the blonde strands. Your eyes went wide when he whimpered. You pulled his head back, his eyes squeezing shut in pain and…something else. You watch how he bites down on his lower lip to keep quiet, you’ve always thought his teeth were cute, as weird as it sounds. “Danny?” You say his name softly.

He opens his eyes, “Mhm?” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He blushes, “I-I’ve never…” He looks away, embarrassed. 

“It’s easy, can I show you?” You ask softly, trying to make sure he’s comfortable.

“Please…” It comes out more pathetic than he intends. 

You pulled him in, kissing him softly, helping him figure out his pace. You want to take it further, but before you can his phone goes off. His embarrassing ringtone blaring, making him jump back, startled. You pull away from him and slide off his lap so he can answer it.

After that you two never spoke of the incident again, but you thought about it constantly. He had a few girlfriends here and there over the years but never any as serious as Allie. You hated her at first, a weird misogynistic jealousy bubbling up. But you got over it, sort of. You were kind to her, you liked her, but the jealousy still lived in you quietly. It gnawed at you every time you saw them put their hands on one another but you kept it to yourself. You wanted Danny to be happy even if it made you feel sick.

Danny wants to lean in, he wants to kiss you, but he’s nervous. He couldn’t be casual, it wasn’t in his nature. He hadn’t been with anyone since Allie, much less kissed anyone. He felt pathetic, a normal guy his age would kiss you easily. They’d lean in, maybe push your hair behind your ear. But he couldn’t, his hands trembled at the mere thought of it. 

“You look nice tonight,” he says softly, still staring at your lips. He means it, he thinks it’s cute how your mascara has smudged slightly under your eye from a long day at work. 

“You’re sweet…so do you,” you giggle. You reach up and caress his face softly.

“Me? I-I’m a mess, I stayed in bed all day doing school work.”

“Let me compliment you. You’re pretty. I love your eyes and your hair, you even have cute teeth…if you ever get veneers I’ll stop talking to you.”

He laughs, cheeks permanently pink at this point. “It’s sweet you think I can afford veneers.” 

“Can I kiss you?” You blurt out as if you’re back in high school perched on his lap. 

His eyes go wide, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and pulls you into his lap, your thighs falling onto either side of him. You kiss him softly at first, almost like your kiss from high school, this time less sloppy. Your hand finds his way into his hair, the other gripping the back of the couch. You pull at his hair and deepen the kiss, your hips instinctively roll against his, he whines against your lips. His sweet pathetic sounds are like music to your ears. His hands are on your waist, pulling you down on hip by your belt loops. You roll your hips again and that’s all it takes. He whines loudly, his head knocking against yours. He grips your hips tight, his eyes squeezing shut, hips bucking up as he comes. You caress his face as he comes down from it, you can feel his cheeks heating up. 

“Danny did you just…”

He whines with embarrassment, “Don’t laugh…please.”

[sammyluvr]

✶ out of my head — spencer reid

cw : gn!bau!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mental exhaustion, very little dialogue, unedited, 985 words. requested ! for my 900 followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : a motel bathroom + “i can’t get you out of my head.”

the town is small, the case is hard, and the nights aren’t restful. for this week, it’s two to a seedy motel room. spencer’s your roommate this time around, which helps nothing at all. you should be used to how beautiful he looks when he’s sleepy and just woken up in the morning, but it makes your chest tighten to the point where you nearly stop breathing. it’s not as if you haven’t shared a room with him for a case before, but there’s some weird intimacy about sharing this room.

he’s in the bathroom, washing his hands, as he’s been doing often this trip. the first time you walked into the room with him, go-bags heavy after a long flight, he sprouted off some statistic regarding the cleanliness of motel rooms, or rather the lack thereof. you think he was trying to cover up how nervous it made him, and you offered to take his sheets and blanket to the laundromat you passed. the signage had told you that it’s always open late. you certainly wouldn’t mind extra clean sheets either.

he refused, though, saying he’d do it himself if he really needed to, and that you shouldn’t have to do that for him. but you don’t really think about it in terms of should or shouldn’t, more so that it makes you glad to do anything for him at all. you stay quiet though, and let this one slide. as long as he sleeps alright, it’s fine with you. 

sleeping well is a relative term, of course. it’s two in the morning right now, and you’ve just gotten back from the station. hotch sent you all to bed after a break in the case. the night shift detectives will keep working until you all get at least a bit of rest.

you drift over to the bathroom, its warm light casting spencer’s form in soft shadow. he hears your sigh before your quiet footsteps, and turns his neck to look at you. he gives you a soft smile, drying his hands on the small towel. you try not to stare; he has very pretty hands.

“hey,” he murmurs, making no move to leave the bathroom. he can tell by the way you padded over that you don’t actually need the room for anything. that, and you used it and brushed your teeth first thing after getting back. you’ve already donned your sleep clothes, too. you move forward, and he steps back, leaving room for you at the sink. the heels of your hands meet the cool ceramic of the sink as you lean against it, facing him from less than a foot away. the bathroom most definitely is not a generous size.

“hey,” you echo, voice just as soft as his. to him, you sound even more tired than usual. resigned, even. he’s trying to decide if you’ll respond decently to him asking if you’re okay. you speak again before he can decide. “spence?”

“yeah?” he wants to call you honey, but he doesn’t. but the way you say his name is begging for him to respond with equal sweetness and intimacy. or maybe honey is doubly sweet and intimate, but to him, your voice saying his nickname like that is the same as if you called him baby. he’s shy, but he wishes you’d call him that.

you look at him with sad eyes and he wishes that look would go away. i can’t get you out of my head, you want to say. “i’m tired,” is what comes out, anticlimactic and falling flat on the tile floor.

but his eyes fill with sympathy regardless and he gives a little frown on your behalf. even if you were going to say something else, the words that leave your lips are just as true. you are tired, very much so. not just from the case or the lumpy bed, but from everything, you suppose. it’s a bone deep type of exhaustion, and somehow your growing love for him is the only thing you can think about these days. it’s pressing to get out and make itself known, and now it feels heavy and oppressive.

“it’s been a long day,” spencer agrees. he knows how you feel, at least in terms of the exhaustions, and that it’s really not about just today. but he also knows that you know that, and that there’s not much to say. not right now, at least. it’s not the time for that sort of conversation, he can tell.

you swallow, suddenly nervous. you’re asking yourself why the hell you walked into this damn bathroom, put yourself so close to him without the option to actually close the distance. but you sort of just want to hug him. you want to get it off your chest, because you think it’ll make some of the exhaustion go away. though things could certainly get worse.

“i can’t get you out of my head, you know.” this time, the words slip out before you can stop them. you’re not sure if it’s the right thing to say, the right way to tell him, but you suppose the meaning is implied and that you’ve gone out and said it, finally. that makes your shoulders drop, and a relieved huff of breath leaves your lips. even if he doesn’t feel the same, at least you’ve said it.

most other days, spencer would’ve kissed you, maybe after clumsily telling you that he can’t get you out of his head either. but today, you’re sagging and tired, so he pulls you into his arms with a certain sort of ease that tells you he doesn’t mind being close to you. he likes it, even. he presses a kiss to the bare skin of your forehead, and that’s your answer. he’ll stay stuck in your head, but it will be far more bearable because he loves you back.

[rei-rei-writes2039]

don't leave - m. rempe

summary ࣪ ִֶָ☾. what could have been a relationship altering argument fizzled out into a cozy night with matt.

authors note ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Probably doesn't make sense....not edited, simply was bored, you can probably see where I stopped writing one day and went back a week later

Warnings ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Angst but mostly fluff, language, maybe? Un-edited, boring, no real plot, maybe

To say today wasn't hard for the both of you after a specific point would be a lie. Matt had a game today and missed a goal by a mere 6 inches and was getting chirped non-stop by his teammates, he tried his best to cool off in the locker room after his post-game routine but he just couldn't. When he got home you proposed getting dinner, which he mindlessly agreed to, not caring enough after that disaster of a game. You ended up going to a casual chain restaurant to get some food quick before heading back home. At home you asked if he needed anything before you headed to bed which was met with a sharp "if I needed anything, don't you think I would have asked?" from the man. You left him in the living room while you went to bed, nearly being asleep when he walks in to lay down.

Once he laid down I got up and grabbed my pillow, not wanting to be so close to the ticking time bomb that was Matt Rempe for right now.

"Where are you going?" He asked quietly but there was still a tinge of anger in his voice.

"Uh...the couch..." you replied, trying to stay short to not piss him off at all.

"No the hell you're not, come lay down" he said, talking a little louder now.

"Matt."

"Baby."

"Goodnight."

"No."

You rolled your eyes. "Why not?"

"Because."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Why, Matthew?"

He cringed at the use of his full name but stayed silent, feeling guilty.

"Hello? Matt?" You asked, waving you hand to get his attention. "Earth to Rempe...anyone there?"

"Yeah sorry...I just....can't sleep without you by me." He admitted timidly.

He got yet another look of disbelief from you as you looked him up and down. "Matt you spend half your nights in different states or in canada....what?"

He looked at you pleadingly. "M'sorry..."

"W-what?"

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped earlier....even if it wasn't big, I'm still sorry." He said gently, kindly apologizing for earlier. "Please baby...I don't want this to break us up I just-"

"Waitwaitwaitwait Matt what?" I sat next to him on the bed. "What makes you think this is gonna break us up?"

He looked sad, but not a sad you'd seen, it was fear. Feeling as if he'd lose you from one incident. "P-please don't leave me...please?"

I looked at him in disbelief again but not in the same way as earlier. "Matt... I'm not gonna leave you...this stuff gets scary but I'm not leaving you." I reassured. "When I'm committed I don't back down, bub, especially not with you."

He sighed in relief and laid back on the bed. "I'm sorry, today's been so stressful..." he admitted softly, trying to think of more to say before his train of thought was cut off by you.

"No, don't apologize, I'd be passed after that game too, I'm not gonna hold it against you." You laid next to him. "Did you like dinner?" You asked quietly, an entertaining change of topic.

He laughed. "Yeah, it was good, almost gourmet." He said with a giggle, thinking back on the fast food you picked up on the way home. "I'm gonna get ready for bed...." he said before sitting up and putting a hand on your leg. "Need anything?"

"No, honey, but thank you. I'll get up and get ready for bed in a minute." You answered his question with a smile, relaxing into the warm and inviting mattress.

He got up and started heading towards the door to the hallway, to head to the bathroom, looking back again. "You're sure you don't need anything, like a snack, or water?" He asked again.

"Yes, goof. Go get ready for bed." You joked as he finally walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes you got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready too, needing to brush your teeth and do your skincare still.

After you both finished getting ready, you went to bed, snuggling close in the new England wintery cold, seeking warmth in one another.

"I'm sorry-" he started.

"-oh not again....Matt it's okay." You reassured. "Stop stressing, you're gonna go gray before the season's over..."

After that he shut up and cuddled into your embrace, glad a small argument didn't turn into a big fight. Ultimately grateful he has you for as long as you're willing to put up with him. He loves you more than he'd ever be willing to admit, being the scary, tough hockey player he is. But sometimes, you're just too perfect, he can't not be head over Okay!

Tags ࣪ ִֶָ☾. @beenucks @azuredawn81 @heartsforjh @rowdyluv and @babygirlboeser bc she showed a little interest

[mommyownsmee]

Hi mommy 🥺

I was wondering if u could something abt, just cuddling but then it slowly turns to a heated moment :3

| long scenarios |

You’re curled up against me, your head resting on my chest, so soft and content. My fingers lazily trace along your back, up and down, over and over, while the other hand rests possessively on your hip, holding you close. I can feel the way your body molds into mine, the way you seem so small and safe tucked into me. It’s sweet. Innocent, even. For now.

My hand starts to drift lower, brushing over the curve of your hip, fingers dipping just beneath the fabric of your shirt. I feel the subtle shift of your body, the way you press just slightly closer to me. That tiny movement doesn’t escape me. I smile to myself, letting my hand linger there a moment longer, feeling the way your breathing hitches, your thighs press together.

“You’re squirming,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing. My grip tightens just a little on your hip, pulling you closer. “Are you restless, baby?”

You don’t respond right away, but I already know the answer. Your silence is louder than words, and your body gives you away entirely. I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against you. My fingers slip under your shirt now, warm against your bare skin as I feel the slight tremble run through you.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” I whisper, my tone dripping with amusement. “I can feel how badly you want more. You can’t hide it from me.”

You tilt your head up to look at me, and the moment your wide, needy eyes meet mine, I see everything. You’re already melting for me, already craving what you know I’m about to give you. My fingers slide under your chin, tilting your head up further as I lean in. I press my lips to yours, soft at first, testing, but I don’t stay gentle for long.

The kiss deepens, my tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming you completely. You moan softly against me, your hands clutching at my shirt, desperate to pull yourself closer. I take control easily, my hand gripping your hip tighter, holding you exactly where I want you. You let me lead, let me dominate, just as you always do.

When I finally pull back, your lips are parted, your breathing shaky. I run my thumb over your bottom lip, smirking at how perfect you look right now. “Take this off,” I say, my voice firm as I tug at the hem of your shirt. There’s no hesitation as you obey, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

I sit up slightly, taking you in. My eyes roam over your bare skin, and I can feel how exposed you are under my gaze. You shiver, not from the cold, but from the heat of my attention. I lean down, kissing the soft skin of your neck, letting my teeth graze over it just enough to hear that beautiful gasp of yours. I can’t help but smirk against your skin.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” I murmur, my hands now fully exploring you, running over your sides, your stomach, every inch of you mine to touch. My fingers slide lower, tracing the waistband of your shorts. “So perfect. So ready for me.”

You tremble beneath me, your body so responsive, so desperate. I hook my fingers under the fabric and tug them down, leaving you bare and exposed. The sight of you like this—laid out for me, breathless and needy—makes my pulse quicken. I drag my hand between your thighs, teasing, running my fingers over you without giving you exactly what you need, just to watch you squirm.

“You want more, don’t you?” I tease, watching the way your body reacts to every word, every touch. “Say it. Tell me how badly you want Mommy to ruin you.”

[miminaoiki]

Routine for school (Monday to Friday excluding Tuesday cos I come out earlier)

hii so I'm back and I'm making this schedule for when I have school and this is what I do to stay sk1nny, I'm excluding Tuesday cos I come out earliest it's basically the same thing with a few things changed

At 6 am I wake up, and get ready, I do try to do things like walking around to get steps in, and if I can I weigh myself to see where I am and if I'm on track, I usually e@t half a mini muffin and e@t slowly, and drink some black coffee for breakfast, usually if I am not in the mood for that I get some yogurt and fruit, if I feel like e@t1ng a sweet I brush my teeth so It ruins the flavor and restricts me I and go to school. I usually never pack lunch because of course, that's more shit, fattening c@l0ries added to my body and instead I drink a full glass of water in one go to get rid of the craving

Now at 8 am I sit in homeroom, and push my English and math classes through, making sure to drink lots of water to keep myself hydrated and full, I do make sure to focus hard, after all, it's true what L said, thinking does burn c@l0ries. ("If you use your head, you won't get f@t)

In PE, I usually wear my sweatpants and shirt over my shirt and over my jeans, I'll sweat more, which will also burn cálori3s

now lunch instead of eating, I do the good thing and drink water, and go onto the track, and each lap is a quarter of a mile, and every 4 laps is a mile, so I speedwalk them and try to do more then last time and as many as I can!! If I feel like quitting I remember what my goals are, and drink water

Now I do 5th and 6th period, there not much to say other then to drink water for in between periods and in class

When I get home, I don't eat a snack, instead I do some waist exercises, and change out of my school clothes, wash face and brush hair, then I wait for my mom to call me over for lunch, which is usually at 2-4pm, maybe even 5 depending on how busy my mom is when cooking

After eating I shower, and if I don't shower I do schoolwork until around 5-6, or when I complete the work

After that, I usually try to listen to music, paint my nails and brush my hair again, and watch videos, watch TV, call friends or look at f@tsp0 if I'm craving something (watch tiktok comp f@t girls who don't see their body is a problem, both appearance wise and health wise, 600lb life, and fatsp0 on tumblr) or working on my sketchbook, I also like working on German classes to learn

At around 7-8 I eat a little snack such as fruit, popcorn, sometimes some yogurt or low cal candies also treating myself to some milk or nuts

At 9 after my snack I start to maybe dance, making sure to burn off what I just ate

At 10 I wrap things up, putting my schoolbag away, refilling my waterbottle for tommorow and get into bed and organizing things

when I'm in bed, my body just kinds decides when it sleeps, maybe I'll practice German before bed too

that's how i stay within a low calorie day, feel free to take inspo, after all all of us here want to be skinn1er, and prettier 🌸

(Yoplait pineapple 1 cup 1 tangerine Half a banana, put a layer of yogurt in between the fruit, all of it in a bowl is only 233 cal's, might seem like alot but tastes good, filling and is easier to burn off💕)

[satoxurse]

As Satoru continued to stare out into the openness before him, mindlessly enjoying the lollipop in his mouth, he’d flinch briefly when he felt his infinity slow down the movement of an individual. Allowing his gaze to flicker up, he’d find Yaga standing there, his face unreadable.

“Having your technique running at school will wear you out,” he’d say lowly, pulling his arm away to let it hang behind his back, only to follow his own gaze to where Satoru had been staring at.

“I’ll be fine,” Satoru grumbled, pulling the sweet out of his mouth to stare at how small the piece had gotten, before waving it in gesture. “I’ve played video games harder than just keeping something up.”

Yaga raised a brow. “That’s an odd comparison.”

“Whatever,” he huffed, sticking the sweet back into his mouth. “It’s easy. That’s what I’m saying. So don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” the teacher would counter, before chuckling. “I don’t need to worry much about you anymore.”

Satoru let the lollipop stay between the back of his teeth as he nibbled on it. No, he supposed not. Not many seem to nowadays. He could take care of himself, after all. Hence the influx of missions that, truthfully, no one student should be dealing with alone.

“Suguru, however,” Yaga begun once more, and Satoru could’ve sworn he was trying to be careful with his words. “He’s not been excelling as well as he used to be.”

“And why is that my problem?” Satoru snapped back, his eyes staring up at his teacher as if what he had said offended him personally. “I don’t care—“

“You do,” he interrupted, nodding his head affirmatively. “I just wanted to know if he was alright. You’re closest to him, after all.”

Satoru stayed quiet at that, his eyes staring on Yaga before he sighed, turning away from him before finally pushing himself up from the stairway. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he rolled his neck before beginning to make his way down.

“I’ll talk to him,” he murmured into the air, unsure if the teacher even heard him.

It was about time they should just… talk, anyway.

— a moment of vulnerability ;;

&. a closed-rp thread ft. satoru gojo + suguru geto. ( @cursestastelikeshit )

It was another day of missions for Satoru.

Hours alone in the field, with the same gargling sounds of curses ringing in his ears; the same stench of God knows what filling his nostrils; the same familiar buzz of his own technique at work as he finished off exorcising those last few curses on his to-do list.

It’s not that the work was taxing. Physically, he was fine. Nothing could touch him so long as he kept Infinity up, and as long as he found that perfect balance of offence and defence so he didn’t wear himself out? It was like finding a pot to piss in.

Easy work.

But, ah. What he really wanted right now was to collapse into a mattress and do what he was best at—whine. To complain about his day and demand for physical touch whilst his oh-so-beloved Suguru gave into him. He’d play with his hair and listen to him yap about his day, and they’d eventually either snuggle for the rest of the evening, make out or more.

Tonight, however, he could really do with a warm hug from him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something felt different. Something in his head that made him want to pout, actually. He couldn’t be bothered dealing with such trivial emotions, so maybe Suguru could help with that, too.

So, as per routine, it shouldn’t come as a surprise once those familiar knocks on Suguru’s door echoed in the narrow hallway, Satoru’s other hand nestled in his pocket as he slouched by the door.

“Suguru,” he’d call out from the other side, huffing quietly when the door didn’t open immediately after he had made his presence known. What gives? Suguru should be skipping to the door with joy to see him again! Didn’t he miss him?

“Let me in~. I want to see you. It’s been so hard, and I’ve missed you.”

[indiestsnake]

for the first time in two and a half years I can spend an entire 12 hours without some variety of metal in my mouth

[aroaceleovaldez]

Every description about Nico (especially the canon ones) describing him as “cold” can personally fight me. Nico is jaded, yes, and often closed-off and sometimes stand-offish and defensive but he is not "cold”. He cares SO SO SO MUCH about EVERYONE. He loves and cares with his entire heart constantly and that is a core part of his character. He doesn’t often make public shows of his affection but he takes care to be kind when it matters and doesn’t hide that he does care (usually, the only exception really being him being in the closet, but even then he only hid his crush specifically and not the fact that Percy is important to him). He fine with hugging his friends in front of a crowd and will sit with strangers at a campfire just so they’re not alone. I mean, heck, he’s an extrovert! We know this! He actively seeks out people and gets lonely very quickly and easily! If he can’t talk to living people he will chat with the dead! That’s how much he thrives on being social!

The only time Nico has ever been actively “cold” was the couple of months between TTC and BoTL when he was actively mourning Bianca. Nico is not “cold.” He loves so much and he does show it, just in his own way.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[saturnisfallingdown]

it's so hard out here being someone who is strongly against coffee theory but also thinks the coffee is totally significant anyways

[stinkrascal]

hi jaiden. i read your ask and im very sorry about your loss, i've decided to spread some positivity. you are an incredible writer and as much as you cringe at your older posts i find myself rereading it every now and then. its kind of crazy how i'm quite young, and i've been growing up with reading breanna's story - yet i haven't lost interest. there is something so aesthetic about your standstill posts, i dont know if its the colors or the dust, but its so pleasing to the eye. literally everyday after my work i go and i check if standstill has gotten an update. the way your dialogue is written is so natural. like it doesn't feel like this fake poetic or overly descriptive, it sounds like natural realistic dialogue. and ive also been reading your character bios and in my language there's a word called härlig, thats the only way i can describe the little bios. for it being a sim story, its so incredibly clever and i can tell you put effort into it. the poses are always fitting. and your game doesnt even look like sims. i hope you realize that we will always enjoy your story even if it would be with low graphics or vlad would be a 8x8 pixel. so dont ever shy away from taking a break, because u really deserve to take a break. there is so much i could say about standstill,, but i wont for the sake of it already being quite lengthy! i hope your healing, and i hope that you can accept some positivity into your life. <3

wow okay hello anon... i won't lie, this made me cry a lot ;-;. i've been really struggling lately with intense anxiety and honestly just feeling really shitty ha. reading this means so much to me, more than you will ever know. it's silly ik but i put my heart and my soul into my sims, it can be a little embarrassing bc they're literally just sims and here i am pouring every piece of me into them like they're my diary, taking it so seriously. but like........ i do take it seriously.......embarrassed as i am to admit it..... i love them so much. so reading something as kind and reassuring as this makes me feel really appreciated. thank you for your kindness, it's more appreciated than you will ever realize

[toestalucia]

main story spoilers for the billionth time. cuz sometimes u get jumpscared by what charas says

All of a sudden, Catura comes running up and wraps her arms around Captain. Catura: I'm so glad… You're still alive, Captain… The love interest in the book I recently read suddenly disappeared… I got really scared for a moment… There's no guarantee that we'll be able to celebrate your birthday every year…

absolutely unreal thing to write knowing gran Saw the timeline where they got beamed to death. in general its unreal that one exists, and then they have to see(know) the crew dies in their timeline Too

also theres haase with this

Haaselia: Although your adventures are always fraught with peril, so I wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly met your untimely end…

[z00r0p4]

Been progressively getting more depressed and weepy on a daily basis about the hopelessness and meaningless of my life n situation n just today realized "oh it's because I go back to school on monday" and I associate school with pain because the seats are always fucking horrible and I always have to do sooo much work and coordination with accommodations, and I have a 3 hour long class this semester that I have to take in order to graduate with my minor and I cannot sit almost anywhere for that fucking long given my health problems. So I'm going to have to probably talk to this professor and beg them to let me stream in-- which will probably not work. My spanish class is in a room with god awful seating. I have one class more than I usually do and even though its a 1 credit class it's still another hour I have to spend in pain.

So all that said, my brain is apparently so traumatized by how awful my pain has gotten in the last 2 years that it's basically triggered by just. school. Probably need some sort of cptsd diagnosis. And lots of therapy. idk guys. I hope I can actually make it to my graduation.

[i-set-my-autism-on-fire]

Me: *pre-writes scenes for my fanfic*

Me: wow this is so much easier than just keeping track of it in my head, I should outline like this more often!

One of the main characters: *finally lands on a personality that would fit the story, but it's the opposite of the one shown in literally all of the pre-written scenes*

Me when I realize I'll have to rewrite them all when I get to them, instead of copy pasting them like I planned:

[dirt-str1der]

Literally cant care about anything other than majima haruka bonding

[bebethsas]

rage. *distant screaming*

heeeey, so uh *shaky laughter* does anyone else use Spectrum for their email inbox?

anyway, yeah, I just woke up about an hour ago (thank youuuu, PMS symptoms, making me anemic, sluggish, and *dramatically* tired, therefore making me sleep in 2-3 hours later than normal, and putting me at risk for another lecture about how I'm "getting off-schedule again"), had to re-login, and saw that they completely changed the web design of my inbox.

,,,

...anyway, so I believe that this video perfectly encapsulates the impotent, unhinged, aspie rage I feel right now at the change:

(I hope it's viewable to anyone who sees this post)

...I'm literally SHAKING with rage right now. If I weren't so damn hungry (I woke up hungry, but haven't left my PC b/c I WANT ANSWERS, DAMMIT!! BRING ME THE HEAD OF THE FOOL WHO DECIDED 'hEy lEt'S fUcK aRoUnD wiTh a lAyOuT tHaT iSn'T bRoKeN!' BRING ME HIS TESTICLES--or ovaries--ON A PLATTER SO THAT I MAY TEAR THEM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!)

now, I'm sure that in 24 hours (or minutes) I might feel a bit embarrassed at snapping like this over something that is pretty trivial.

but you know the fuck WHAT??? I'm PMS-ing, as an autistic woman I'm *already* opposed to changes (but ESPECIALLY tiny, *completely* unnecessary ones), I just learned that my beloved car is on its last legs (so now I have to begin the tooth-pullingly stressful and painful job of looking for a new car), I'm struggling to find work so I'm kinda stuck setting up appointments to jump through the right hoops in order to get ACTUAL SUPPORT for my disabilities, for once, AND I'M FUCKING STARVING (nothing fills me up, nothing satisfies me, and then I have to start the process of finding something to eat *all over again* every 5-6 hours)!!!

And I'm also a woman who lives in a ""polite"" neighborhood, so going outside to scream out my rage would just result in someone calling the cops out of concern.

have you ever felt so angry, so full of rage, that you felt like your physical body wasn't an adequate conduit to express that rage? Like, when you try to let those feelings out, your body would be destroyed in the process?? THAT'S the level of rage I feel right now.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go spam the feedback inbox some more.

TASTE MY WRATH, YOU MOTHERFU--