#it was 1am and i was trying hard not to yell

[im-jaebongi]

rewatching naruto and im seeing things i dont remember LIKE THIS ONE

i literally paused and just looked at them, mostly yamato, because omg 👁👁 look at him 🫵

[milf-harrington]

where im at mentally these days: my mum hugged me and said im doing a good job and i burst into tears <3

[rindomness]

uh oh

[promenadewithme]

Twelve Days of Christmas - Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: slight angst (i swear the fluff is coming), sexual content (not sex, but mentions of it), food (sweets, coffee), established relationship (marriage and divorce), motherhood, not proofread and i'm sick so there might be some screwups along the way a/n: i swear I planned on writing a chapter a day and I'm so so so sorry for taking longer than that, but I'm really sick and can't think straight most of the day (I just finished writing this at 1am). I promise I'll try to finish this until Christmas. I hope you all like it, though <3 pls tell me if it sucks.

part 1 part 2 part 3

The rich vanilla scent of something sweet, the empty bed beside you, water running, Liv’s giggles, James’ footsteps. Any one of those things could have woken you. Even though you knew there were a few more minutes before your alarm went off, the noises were a comfort, ones you hadn’t heard in a long while. Ones you did not know if you would hear again after this holiday season. So, you sat there and absorbed it, every little crumb you could catch through the door.

As your daughter’s giggles got closer, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. Liv loved waking you up, so you always let her think she did. Whispers were exchanged before the door to your bedroom opened.

“Mommy” she whispered, caressing your face “wake up, we have a surprise for you.”

Your eyes opened to a pair identical to your husband’s, the same kind, melancholy, piercing steel that reached your soul. Leaning against the door frame, food tray in hand, James watched you both. There was uncertainty in his eyes. Can I come in or not? They whispered. You didn’t know the answer, so you looked back at Liv.

“Good morning, angel” you smiled and pulled her onto the bed, hugging her tightly. Her giggles filled the room as you tickled her sides “What surprise do you have for me?” you asked once she calmed down.

“Show her, daddy.” She jumped on the bed and James finally came in, slowly and unsteady, to his side of the bed.

After lowering the tray with a tight-lipped smile, he clasped his hands behind his back. Waiting. His military training never quite leaving him. To others, it might seem like a residue habit, but you knew he acted like this when he wanted to keep his shield up. He was upset.

He has no right to be. That voice resonated in your head. And it was right. He was the one who never showed up, the one who stopped touching you, loving you. The one who walked away from this marriage, from his own family, the second things got hard. He was like a ghost, you knew he was there in the dead of night and sometimes left tracks behind, but you never actually saw him. Now it felt like you were being haunted, seeing him in broad daylight, close enough to touch. When was the last time you gazed into his eyes? The last time you saw the light stroke his hair to reveal auburn streaks? The last time you both stopped for long enough to actually look at each other?

“We made pancakes with maple syrup and coffee” Olivia said, and you realized just how long you and James had been staring at one another “Mommy, do you like it?”

Peeling your eyes away from your husband, forced the most natural smile possible “I love it, sweetie. Thank you so much.” You kissed her forehead before looking back at James “And thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded, a faint blush painting his cheeks.

God, he was beautiful. You missed this, you missed him. There was so much you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, and kiss him, and ask so many questions, then hit him, but then kiss him better again. You wanted any excuse to put your hands on him.

Maybe I’m making a mistake. You thought gingerly.

But then his phone rang, and he said he had to take it outside. Then he left. Again. For what most probably was a work call.

Or not, the anxiety whispered, what would he have to hide from work?

Forcing yourself to believe it was paranoia, remembering that his clients were confidential, and that Liv had school, you brought yourself back to the present. It didn’t even matter anyways, in twelve days you would start the divorce process and all of this would be over.

“Have you eaten?” you asked Liv.

She gave you a sheepish grin and you already knew she had eaten the batter while they were making it.

“What?” you poked, matching her smile. You couldn’t help it, she was just too cute.

“I ate the batter.” She whisper-shouted and hid her head in the pillow.

You stifled a laugh and questioned whether or not she was still hungry, the answer being no. Hand in hand, you took your daughter to her room, leaving her to pick out her outfit of the day while you grabbed her lunch from the fridge and filled her water bottle. After a few minutes, she walked out with her still- tangled hair, a hideous Christmas sweater and pink leggings. Nothing matched, yet it was so authentically Olivia.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

Her answer was running back into her room. No, then. You were leaving her things by the door when James came back in.

“Do you want me to drop her off?” he asked quietly, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“No need, I’m taking her then meeting Wanda for coffee after she drops off Billy and Tommy.” You say, rushing into your room to change into something presentable. Since you were already off work, there was no need to dress business, so you picked out the first gym set you saw. Navy pants and jacket, along with a white top, that hugged your curves perfectly. You remembered James saying he loved how it made you look months ago. He also showed you how it made him feel. It had been a particularly good nailing. To the counter, then against the wall, the bed… You wondered if he still remembered, if you still turned him on.

He was staring at it like maybe he did, but you couldn’t be sure. You were never sure when it came to him these days. The silence was getting far too loud, him just standing against the door looking all gorgeous and delectable, looking at you. It made you feel like when you met him all over again. Not quite certain if he hated you or wanted to fuck your brains out. It always made you say the most awkward things, like the phrase that came out of your mouth before you could help yourself.

“You could tag along if you want” you offered a smile “Though I don’t know if Wanda would want to say certain girl things in front of you, so maybe we could get you a seat by the window, a few tables away from us. I could still get you a macchiato, though. Maybe even something with cinnamon, I don’t know if they still have it, but it would be quite festive, right? I might just get myself a tall glass of Christmas. Christmas in a cup. What rhymes with Christmas?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, you usually couldn’t when you were nervous. And you were. This was your best friend, your husband, but also a stranger you weren’t sure you recognized, someone you would soon only have one tie left with.

His eyes gleamed as he looked at you, looking almost in awe, an almost smile creeping in. That is, before he remembered his phone call.

“I wish I could, doll, I really do. But that was Stark on the phone”

“Right.” You nodded curtly, tongue against your front teeth, trying your hardest not to pick a fight over the same topic over and over again. Walking into the bathroom, you slammed the door and started to change.

There it was, the reason you were unhappy in the first place. Your husband was a workaholic. He had a problem, and he did not know how to set boundaries when it came to his boss. He was supposed to be home, with his family, and there he went back. Couldn’t even wait a whole day before giving up on giving his daughter a happy holiday.

“I’m sorry.” He said against the door.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” You spat out, wiping a stray tear and zipping up your jacket.

“I mean it. You won’t even notice I’m gone. I’ll be back before you know it, before you’re home. I promise”

You opened the door, revealing your husband leaning against it with those same kicked puppy eyes. So unfair considering he was the one doing all the kicking. You should be the one with the adorable puppy eyes. Fucking unfair that you couldn’t stay mad at him when you looked at them. So, you didn’t, you looked anywhere but his eyes. You wanted to stay mad. You couldn’t back out, especially now that you knew he would never change.

“I really don’t care, James. Stay, go, never come back for all I care” You tied your hair in the best ponytail you could muster to keep you busy “You’re never here and we’re doing just fine without you anyways.”

You knew it hit a nerve and you were too scared to look at just how sad he was, so you grabbed your things and met Liv, who waited patiently on the couch. You truly hoped she hadn’t heard anything. You were, after all, doing this for her. With both your jackets, gloves, and scarves on, Liv waves goodbye to her father, who wished her a good day. When she just smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you out the door, you knew everything would be okay. Even if you weren’t.

You relied solely on muscle memory to drop her off since your head was miles away.

“Why was daddy home today?” she asked when you were nearing the school.

Pondering your choices, you glanced at Liv. Should you tell her or not? Would James keep up his end of the bargain or would you both be disappointed again? The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to be sad. He did promise, though…

“Your dad is going to be working a little less during the holidays.” You decided was good enough “He wants to spend more time with you.”

“Really?” she beamed “Oh, we could go ice skating, make gingerbread cookies, watch the grinch, and put up the tree. It’s going to be so much fun.”

You hoped so, you truly did.

“Why don’t you make a list of things you want to do with us before the holidays end and give it to me after school?”

She nodded profusely, grin never leaving her face, and you couldn’t help but smile along with her. Being a mother wasn’t always easy but seeing that you managed to make your child happy made it all worthwhile.

 “Alright, time to go” you said, putting your car in neutral and handing Liv her lunch “Have fun, be nice, and learn a lot, okay?”

“Okay, mamma.” She blew you a kiss as she left and you drove off to meet with Wanda for your weekly coffee date.

Wanda was an unexpected friendship, one of those who came out of the blue. She had just moved into town with her husband and twins, but the other moms apparently thought she was ‘too weird’ and someone heard rumors she was a witch. You happened to think there was no such thing as too weird and that witched were quite cool. She turned out to be an incredibly sensitive soul and amazing friend. So, their loss.

The sweet aromas of ground coffee bean, vanilla, caramel, and pastries filled your nose as soon as you stepped into Sweet Tooth, the town’s renown bakery. Known for their amazing seasonal beverages, fluffy cakes, litany of focaccia flavors, and Peggy – the owner and best baker this town has seen. It also helped that the place was a cozy little slice of heaven. You could choose a seat by the window and watch the snow fall as the coffee went cold, or maybe you preferred a place on one of the burgundy couches, the mahogany counters were also nice when you were in a hurry. Either way, there was always a place for you, and Wanda had already found yours for the morning.

“Hi.” She waved you over with a smile, scrunching her nose in delight “It’s so good to see you.”

“You have no idea how good it is to see you.” You said, bringing her into a tight hug.

“What’s going on?” she asked, sitting down on the couch.

Should you tell her or was it too personal? Your mother always did say that a couples’ business was only their own. But she was miles away and your marriage was falling apart. You weren’t even sure if you could be considered a couple anymore. Everything was so confusing.

“It’s a long story.” You settled with.

“I’ve got nothing but time.” She smiled warmly, caressing your hand “Besides, the coffee will be here any minute and I ordered some cinnamon rolls to go with it as well as some Parma focaccia. We’re in for a Christmas brunch here.”

You nodded, gathering your thoughts, but nothing came out except for “James and I are getting divorced.”

“What?” She gasped “Oh, sweetie, what did he do? Did he cheat?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt you? Oh, I swear I’ll end him if he did.” She said, rage in her eyes.

“No, nothing like that.” You were sure he never could.

She turned her head to the side “Then, what?”

“Well, it sounds kind of silly now…” you admitted, sudden tears brewing in your eyes.

“(y/n), sweetie,” she held both your hands, scooting closer “nothing that makes you feel bad is ever silly.”

“I just…” you looked at the ceiling trying not to cry “I feel so alone, like there is only one person in this marriage. He’s never home, we barely even talk anymore, he hasn’t touched me in months, and I just feel like… Like maybe he fell out of love with me a long time ago but is too afraid or too stubborn to tell me and end this once and for all. To let us both be free, be happy. So I told him yesterday night that I wanted a divorce.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said that he’d sign the papers after the holidays were over. We’re giving Liv one last Christmas as a family before we have to share her between Christmas, New Years, Easter, birthdays and god knows what else.” Leaning forwards and resting your head between your hands, you wondered what you could have done differently “This is a mess I never wanted.”

“No one ever wants to be divorced,” she stroked your back “But it’s his loss. I know it’s a cliché to say it, but it’s true. You are a remarkable woman. You are smart, kind, incredibly beautiful, and, in the time I have known you, proved to be a beautiful soul with a heart of gold. If he can’t see that, if he doesn’t want you, then he truly is losing the most amazing woman he could have ever asked for. So, his loss.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you hugged her tightly. Wanda held you, hand running up and down your back in an attempt to warm up your soul.

“If there is ever anything I can do to help, you tell me, okay?”

You nodded against her hair, that shined copper in the daylight. “Thank you for being here, for helping me through this.”

“Of course,” she smiled and rubbed your shoulders “that’s what friends are for.”

Wanda walking into your life was a blessing you didn’t know what you did to deserve, but you would be forever grateful for her. Good or bad days, she was always here. Gossips sessions, crying sessions, trauma dumps, – and now divorces – there was no theme she could not cover, no day she couldn’t brighten with a nose scrunch and an open heart.

“I think that’s us” she said before the barista called out her name “Stay put. I’ll be right back, and we’ll start planning a girl’s trip for next year. God knows we both need a rest from men and cleaning up toys.”

Ain’t that the truth. You thought. A girl’s trip to somewhere with no men, the peace of mind that comes with not having to worry about your husband… maybe even a new vibrator. Something with lots of fancy functions that promises the best orgasm of your life. Yeah, you could get used to that. Maybe being single again wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

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[simonriley09]

Brat Taming with Simon "Ghost" Riley [Kinktober Day 13]

TW: Edging, Brat Taming, Mean Ghost, GN [Gender Neutral] Reader.

You went to help Ghost with the paperwork piling up on his desk, put to the task as the newest member of the team. To everyone else he had picked you because you were the newbie, the grunt. The inexperienced. Just because he wanted to see how good you are with your hands. he had given you that look through his balaclava, staring at you, his gaze at your tense form, dark and stone cold. The following week you hid his radio that one evening, had found the best hiding spot for it in the broken wall above the locker. It had taken Ghost forever to find it, cursing and storming through the barracks. Soap had laughed at him for it, and Price had yelled at him for hours about losing valuable equipment. You admitted to hiding it, trying not to laugh at his unamused expression. He’d wordlessly pushed a tower of files at you. You should have known better. He waited until it was 1am to walk back into his office, seeing you work on the papers. Marking and correcting them. Then... He snapped. "Up." He commanded. You'd nervously and Slowly gotten up. He circled the desk and pinned you to it. He shucked you of your boots, your gear, had tossed your tac vest off in a dusty corner and dragged your pants down your legs until you were bare from the waist down. You froze but you let him.. Why? you were mildly attracted to him duhhh. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him undo his belt, fish his cock from his boxers and slap it against your knee. "Such a brat aren't you." you suddenly pinned him onto the desk and straddled his thighs with his dick bumping against your stomach. "Hmmm... What're you doin' Private?, Think ya' in control?" Your eyes wandered down to the sight of his cock, thick, red, hard in his gloved fist as he pressed a thumb to the bulbous, leaking head. You tried to sink down onto his cock only for a single, heavy, black-gloved hand to settle on your thigh.

"Don’t. You. Dare. Move"  You tried to protest, tried to plead with him but Ghost simply ignored you, his eyes roaming over the intel reports that weren’t even fucking relevant to your mission. You tried to sink down onto him again only to smack your ass. "I said don't move, Brat." He finally let you sink down after awhile and FUCK. He was so big inside you, the thick vein running along his shaft molding into your velvety walls. Filling every inch you had to give and even then there was still more of him. It felt like he was making space for himself inside you, stretching and making your thighs ache with pleasure and pain. When you had lifted your hips just enough to relieve at least some pressure Ghost had wordlessly forced you back down, And kept you there, shaking and drooling in pleasure mixed with pain. with a singular thrust of his hips, as devastating as his aim- fast, precise, brutal. He lodged himself deep inside you, making you accidentally let out a moan so loud even Ghost himself jumped.

It’s too much.

You can’t stand it, the stretch of him, the sheer size of him made you ache for more. You grinded down on his pubic bone, trying to get some friction but all he did was grab your hip and stop you. "Uh Uh."

with his hard cock buried deep inside your wet heat but refusing to move, simply content for your heat to keep him warm for what feels like hours. Never once softening, never once going limp inside you. Then you couldnt stay quiet anymore, it was so much but so little at the same time, you needed more but at the same time you didn't want more. "Ghost." You hiccupped, casting your eyes over your shoulder to look up at him pleadingly. "Si-Simon." Ghost just hums, grabbing another report and reading it, keeping his arm around your waist securely and tightly so you wouldn't be able to move or squirm.

You sob.

Ghost finally seems to notice you then, his hand patting your thigh as he keeps you there, and all at once he’s regarding you with the same intensity as the report he has in his opposite hand. "Simon, please." You try again, words babbling now that you have his attention. "P-please, need you to move, it’s so much. You’re so big, c-can feel you in my fucking throat, Simon, please-"

"Bloody keen on talkin’ now, aren’t you." He grumbles at you in that rough, British accent of his, and you're breath hitches at that, entire form rigid like a stick at his words. "Where was that this mornin’, mm?" He FINALLY puts the report down, his arms shifting across your lap as he adjusts you, seated on him. His eyes are watching you from behind the mask, intent and piercing. "Go on then, ask nicely. Then maybe i'll let you cum." He growled, looking down at you. "Please." You try to speak, trying your best to keep your voice steady despite your urge to squirm against him and just take what you want. "Make me cum, Ghost. Please." He groaned as you spoke then finally nodded, letting your hips go. A sudden surge of excitement filled you as you started to ride him, drooling as he hit that sweet spot inside you. "Fucking filthy, annoying, pretty brat." He moaned, bucking his hips up into you making you squeal. "You’re lucky I put up with half the shit you do. Drive me fuckin insane with this tight little hole of yours." All you could do is whine and take the thrusts he gave you, his cock didn't soften for HOURS. after his 6th orgasm [and you're 10th] he finally pulled out, his cock softening. Days later you can see the other soldiers blushing when they look at you and Ghost... they definitely heard you guys... oops.

[therealcocoshady]

"Because I fucking love you !"

Author's Note : Here is the argument OS we talked about ! I hope you liked it. I think that's the more smut I have ever written (save for one that was deleted when my phone was stolen...). It's not really filthy or hardcore but I did my best. Let me know what you think ❤️

TW : Smut

You were leaning against the wall, arms crossed, while your boyfriend of four months was standing in on your doorstep, nervously scratching his beard. You were absolutely dying to hear the excuse he would come up with, to try and explain why you waited for two fucking hours at a restaurant, for a man who never showed up. He had let you down in the past, cancelled plans at the last minute but this humiliation was new. And this time, you had enough. 

Two hours, Marshall. I waited for you for two hours, you reminded him. 

I know, I’m sorry, he said sheepishly. 

Well, two hours is only the time I spent waiting for you in the restaurant, you corrected. Because it took you two more hours to call me after I went home. So, really, that’s four. 

I can do the math, Y/N, he sighed. I don’t suck that much with numbers. 

Speaking of which… You sure seemed to have lost my number, you pointed out. 

I wasn’t getting any service, he replied. 

Whatever, you said. That’ll teach me. 

Teach you what ? 

Not to waste my time on men who clearly don’t care about me. 

The both of you stayed silent for a couple of seconds. It was time to address the elephant in the room : he clearly wasn’t that into you. The past four months had been great, overall, and Marshall was a great guy, but you were tired of cancelled plans, of going days on end without so much as a text… and waiting, all dolled up, in a crowded restaurant with waiters feeling sorry for you was the last straw. Plus, it was always you making efforts to accommodate his busy schedule, never the other way around. You liked him, a lot - hell, you were in love with the man - but you knew you had to do yourself a favor and put an end to it. You had been there, done that, spending time on people who wouldn’t do the same for you and you weren’t about to make the same mistakes. It was a shame, though, because if you put aside Marshall’s shitty schedule and time management, he was one of the greatest men you had ever dated. Funny, kind, compassionate, thoughtful. He even gave you his undivided attention. If only said attention wasn’t so hard to get… 

You think I don’t care about you ? Marshall asked with a confused look on his face. 

You clearly don’t, you scoffed. 

Really ? I clearly don’t ?! he asked as he crossed his arms in a defensive stance. 

In the past two weeks, you have cancelled one date, bailed on me for a second one and barely texted me, Marshall, you sighed. 

Because I’m busy ! He exclaimed. I am fucking drowning in work ! Do you have an idea what my fucking schedule looks like ?! I have meetings, trips, studio sessions… I’m busy trying to finish my album !

And you don’t think I’m busy ? You asked with a raised eyebrow. I work too ! I have a busy schedule and, yet, I have never bailed on you, have I ? And I respond to your texts ! So you don’t get to play the « I’m busy » card. I don’t have time for your shitty excuses ! 

Look, I’m sorry I bailed on you, but-

No but ! You almost shouted. I’m sick of excuses. I don’t deserve this. I’m sick of waiting for you to call me whenever you want to hook up or whatever it is you’re even capable of ! 

You think that’s all I want ?! To hook up with you ?! He yelled. If I wanted a hook up, I have a thousand groupies to choose from, I wouldn’t waste my time trying to apologize at 1AM on your doorstep ! 

Why don’t you go and pick a groupie for the night then ?! 

Because you’re the one I want ! He almost screamed. 

Because I’m probably the only one who’s dumb enough to put up with you, you scoffed. 

Because I fucking love you, Y/N, he shouted. 

You were ready to enter a shouting match with him but this impromptu declaration stopped you in your tracks. You looked at him, flabbergasted. He was red in the face, almost panting from the yelling. 

Y-you… what ? You asked. 

I… fuck. I wasn’t planning on telling you like this, he groaned. 

But… you do ? 

Of course I do, he nearly scoffed. 

Say it again, you asked. 

He chuckled and took a step closer towards you. You were still mad at him but hearing those three magic words did a great job softening you, and so did standing in his presence. Whenever he was close to you, it seemed like you couldn’t think straight. You weren’t too sure if it was his stature, his piercing blue gaze or his heavenly smell, but there was something about him that drove you crazy. It had been so since you first met, the chemistry being undeniable on both parts. He cupped your face and smiled at you. 

I love you, Y/N, he said softly. 

I love you too… Dumbass. 

You were trying really hard not to smile. After all, you were still livid that you had to wait for him. In your opinion, it was humiliating. But Marshall’s grin was almost contagious and, from the look on his face, you could tell that he knew it. 

Are you going to let me in ? He asked calmly, still smiling. 

Do you think you deserve it ? You asked as you failed to contain a smile. 

Probably not, he admitted. But you know you want to. 

I’m still mad, you warned. 

I’ll make it up to you, he assured you. I told you I love you. How about I show you how much ? 

His voice was seductive and there was absolutely no doubt as to how he wanted to show you the depth of his affection. And, deep down, you were all for it. You caved in and grabbed his arm, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You could feel him smile against your mouth as he kissed you back, one of his hands on your waist, the other cupping your face. With his foot, he slammed the door shut behind him and, one second later, he was carrying you to your bedroom as your legs wrapped around his waist. One he entered your room, he gently let you down on the bed before taking a good look at you. You had abandoned the pretty dress you had worn to dinner for silk pajamas : tiny shorts that hugged you ass and a camisole that did not cover much of your chest. Your boyfriend arbored a smirk and a lustful look in his eyes that left no doubt as to what his intentions were. You smiled and pulled him closer to you, kissing him fervently. He kept on kissing you as he removed his jacket and kicked his shoes before laying on top of you. His kisses were passionate and hungry but his moves were painfully slow. He was running his hands up your bare legs, feeling how silky smooth they were, his caresses almost tickling you. His hands continued their exploration of your body, that he knew like the back of his hand already. They roamed underneath your camisole, tracing circles on your back and sending shivers down your spine. His ability to electrify you with just one touch always amazed you. Whenever the two of your touched, you could swear there were sparks all over the room and fireworks in your chest. He had always told you how much he loved your soft skin and how he could spend hours just stroking it. But you were yearning for more, you were absolutely hungry for him. You wanted his touch all over your body, on every inch of your skin, and especially in some places. Places that did not include your back. You tried to grab his hands to redirect them in the right spots but he simply chuckled at how eager you were. 

We have all night, baby, he whispered. And you have me for the whole weekend. Just be patient, alright ? 

You let out a small displeased whine. You wanted him and you wanted him right now. And after keeping you waiting all night, the least he could do was to oblige, right ? You were about to remind him when he pressed his index to your lips and buried his face in your neck, kissing your sweet spot before sucking on it. His teeth grazed your skin and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He pressed his finger to your lips again and you did not resist the temptation to tease him by sucking on it. You could feel a grin form on his lips, still against your neck, as you ran your hands underneath his tee-shirt, which you desperately wanted him to remove. Under your fingers, you could feel every muscle in his back. He hummed at your touch and, as you tugged on the fabric of his shirt, he seemed to get the message. He sat up, straddling you for a second to remove it, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his perfect, muscular chest. It was no secret that you were absolutely fond of his pecs, nearly obsessed with them. So, as he undressed, you were virtually unable to resist the temptation to ran a hand over them, playfully squeezing as a grin formed on your lips. He chortled and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing each one of your fingers and knuckles with infinite softness and tenderness, before moving on to your wrist and the rest of your arm. God, you didn’t know arm kisses could ever be so sensual but there you were, turning into a puddle under his soft lips. Your eyes were shining with adoration for this man, your brain solely focused on him, who was giving your body his undivided attention. He helped you sit up and made you remove your camisole. Now it was his turn to admire your chest and your tits, which were already perking up thanks to your state of arousal, causing him to smirk. He had you lay back down on the bed as he took one of your nipples in your mouth while he pinched the other. You let out a soft whimper, relishing in the stimulation. The sensation of him sucking on you was absolutely heavenly and sending you into overdrive. You could feel your own wetness and your clit swelling by the second. You were squirming under him, so much so that he had to press his body harder on yours in an attempt to prevent you from moving too much. You were mellow under him, at his mercy. Not that you’d have it any other way, mind you. You enjoyed the sensation way to much. Your breath was heavy and, as seconds went by, you were starting to think he would make you come this way, just by teasing your nipples. Right when you thought you were about to climax, he let go of your breasts and went back to kissing you. 

Marshall, you pleaded. 

Yes, love ? He asked innocently. 

I want you. 

You were almost begging. The self-assured woman who was yelling at him on the doorstep moments earlier was nowhere to be found. You were nothing but a puddle, a moaning mess, his to enjoy, tease and torture. He looked at you as he ran his fingers from your cheek to your shoulder to your hip. The trace of his touch was almost leaving a burning sensation. You were craving for more but, at the same time, you relished the softness of it. Your usual lovemaking sessions had always been passionate but this was something else. It was torrid but equally gentle. He was not claiming your body like he usually did. He was enjoying it like one relishes something they know for a fact is theirs. He slowly removed your silk shorts, leaving you bare while he was still wearing his half-dressed. He smiled at the view of your naked body, devouring you with his eyes. You could see the sheer adoration o his face, showing you how he really meant it when he said you were the only one he wanted. For a split second, you locked eyes, his piercing blue gaze staring into your soul. He kissed your lips, your neck, the valley between your breasts, your stomach and your soaking wet pussy. It was wet and glistening, and there was no doubt that he could see. He chuckled and his warm breath against this area sent more shivers down your spine. Unable to control yourself, you let out one more whine and he took it as his cue to start teasing you with his mouth. His expert tongue was flicking against your clit and you let out a guttural moan as you mindlessly ran your hand through his hair, maintaining him in place. He kept on sucking on your bud as he easily slid two fingers inside of you and immediately hit your g-spot, causing you to gasp at how incredible it felt. You tried sitting up but his free hand went straight to your chest to maintain you in a laying position. His movements accelerated and you were soon bucking your hips, curling your toes, your release being imminent. But, much to your dismay, he stopped just as you were about to reach your climax. You were almost on the verge of tears, the denial being too much for you to handle. 

Please, you begged. I-I need…

I want to be inside of you, babe, he said softly. 

He quickly removed his jeans, socks and boxers and you stared shamelessly at his naked body. He was fully erect and you were almost foaming at the mouth. His perfect chest, his abs, his dick… All of him seemed carved in marble. Seeing your expression put a smirk on his face. He knew full well the effect he had on you and he enjoyed it. He stood there for a couple of seconds while the two of you admired each other’s nakedness. The sheer admiration in his gaze made you forget about everything that ever made you feel self-conscious : the scar on your knee - inherited from a scooter fall, your stomach that wasn’t as flat as you wanted it to be, the stretch marks on the size of your breasts… In his eyes, they disappeared and you felt like a goddess. Fitting, seeing as he was your own personal deity, with a body you’d worship day and night if you had the opportunity. Still staring at you, he opened the drawer in your nightstand and grabbed a condom. You spread your legs a little more and he laid on top of you, kissing you as he positioned himself at your entrance, after putting the rubber on. The two of you had done it countless times but the sensation of him entering you never failed to make you gasp. It wasn’t pain or surprise, more so a form of relief. You let out a small moan as he moved further inside of you, the position allowing you to take a good look at him. His eyes were half-closed and you could tell he was focusing on the sensation of how you felt around him. He stood still for a second before starting to thrust in you, slowly yet precisely. You put a hand behind his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. Your mouths crashed on each other and you kissed him violently, hungrily. You couldn’t wait any longer : you needed him. All of him. You wanted him to claim you, possess you, mark you as his… As if he could read your mind, he immediately picked up the face, keeping on kissing you. He was pounding into you and you put up a fight with yourself not to scream his name. You took it out on his back instead, scratching violently - not thinking about the marks that would undoubtedly be there the next day. He loved the sensation, you knew it, and the whimper he let out was further proof. There was nothing you enjoyed more than his sounds of pleasure, he who was often so quiet compared to you. Your mouth traveled to his, to his neck, where you started sucking. His movements started to become a bit sloppy and you could tell he was close. You gently grazed his shoulder with your teeth, happy to be the one who got him lost in his own pleasure. 

Y/N, he warned. 

Come for me, you said softly. 

You first, he said firmly. 

He caught you by surprise and, in the matter of one second and two movements, you were on top, straddling him. You would almost be mad at the ease with which he managed to flip you around if it didn’t feel so good. He knew this position was, by far, your favorite, as it allowed you to feel all of him. You let your head fall back as you enjoyed the sensation of him pistoning into you. Just because you were on top didn’t mean he was intent on giving you any control. The only sounds you could hear were your moans (yours being much louder than his) and your ski slapping against his. Lost in your haze, you weren’t too sure, but it seemed like you babbled something along the lines of « If you stop, I’ll die ». And you could swear it was about to happen and your heart was going to explode when he played with your clit with his thumb, while still pounding into you.

I-Oh… My-G-god…, you whimpered. 

He wrapped his remaining arm around you and brought you closer to his chest, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips. It was almost too chaste for the moment, but it felt good, soft and intimate. Your eyes caught his and a smile formed on his lips. 

I love you, he said. 

Three words. That’s all it took for you to come undone and reach your apex. Next thing you knew, you were collapsing on top of him as he kept on thrusting, chasing his own high. You weren’t too sure if it lasted seconds, minutes or hours. You were in your own pleasure zone, focused on Marshall’s heartbeat against your chest, the sensation of his fingers digging in your skin, the scent of his sweat mixed with yours… When you came back to your senses, you were under the sheets, wrapped in his arms, him kissing your temples, lavishing you wish praises. 

Hey, you said almost sleepily. 

Hi princess, he chuckled. You alright ? 

Mmmmh mmmh, you nodded as you closed your eyes. 

Am I forgiven, yet ? 

Forgiven ? For what ? You asked, confused and all fucked-out. 

Nevermind, he chuckled. Let’s sleep. I love you. 

In the moment, you had no idea what you were supposed to forgive him for. In truth, you had forgotten all about the argument. The only thing that echoed in your mind were those three sacred words. 

I love you too, you mumbled as you drifted off to sleep, a smile on your lips.

[lowkeyrobin]

helloo could you do mcyt's (preferably tommy, tubbo, freddie, and max but you can add whoever else!!) having to take care of the reader because they got their wisdom teeth out and their all delusional and out of it from the drugs 😭😭 have a good day!

omg YES OF CORURSE !!!! ; this sis so cute also sorry if this is like dumb cause I've never gotten wisdom teeth removed but I have gotten a cavity removed if that counts idk ; also it's 1am and I've been working on a double wattpad special project all day and I'm just like brainrotted LMFAOOOO ; anyways I'm super happy to get that like worked on and also do these reqs cause irs been like over a month atp I'm sorry

MCYT ; wisdom teeth removal

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu & maxggs

warnings ; language, substances (laughing gas), me not really knowing how this works ig

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

absolutely cackling everytime you speak

"I wanna listen to gay music, tom" you whine

"what is gay music?!??!"

"CHAPPELL ROAN"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING"

offers to get you yogurt on the way home

"pretzel"

"i know the soft pretzel addiction is tough, but they're too hard for you right now"

"what the fuck, mate"

you proceed to only say mate for an hour cause it doesn't sound like a real word anymore

pain in the ass

good for content!

his first video to reach 1m views in months LMAOOOO

RANBOO

has to get the whole crew in to help you

like whole crew as in harry, molly, tommy, and jack

"stand up in 1, 2, 3-"

you crash immediately to the floor

"i don't think that's standing"

"i don't think so either, harry"

literally loads you up on milkshakes

feels so bad about how you're complaining about being uncomfortable but he can't do anything so... suffer ig

he's just nodding along to the dumb shit you say

very embarrassing to be on the public bus though

everyone's quietly giggling trying to not laugh up a storm as you mumble about harry and something about vapes

you might as well be on crack

FREDDIE BADLINU

literally like teaching an infant how to walk

baby gloves are on, asks the dental surgeon what he needs to do and writes it down

constant hugs cause you ask for them every 3 seconds

actually laughing like hell when you say something weird/dumb

just hands you your earbuds and let's you play music if it helps the woozyness at all

"listen to megan with meeeee"

"okay, well I need an earbud, pal"

"oh, yeah"

takes a picture of your swollen mouth while you're taking a nap on his shoulder on the bus

"I'm convinced this is what raising a toddler is like"

"I'm a cool toddler though, right? cause I'm awesome and cool and awesome, right?"

"yup"

MAXGGS

you actually confuse him for tubbo and it was over (he was streaming w tubbo for tubbothon)

"okay, bye. get home safe-"

"mAx-" voice cracks are insane what

was worried that they performed surgery on your vocal chords while they had you out

nah your jaw wasn't used to being so strained for so long

loads you up with milkshakes and ice cream

you're mostly only getting around on his back cause you're too woozy

like taking care of a drunk person

"i have to change the towel-"

"what towel?"

"the towel in your mouth, y/n"

"THERES A TOWEL IN MY MOUTH?'

he's literally never laughed so much in his life

made a joke about being pro getting high on laughing gas

"whatever makes you happy, gang"

[camslut7]

Ain’t no way

Pov: Tenjiku’s top members go to the Haitani brothers’ house for a meeting, but they meet the third Haitani

Including: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Shion, Mochi, Hanma

Tw: curse words?, a little suggestive at one point

Reader is a female.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FIC

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I got woken up by the slamming of the front door. Assuming it was my brothers coming home, I tried going back to sleep, but failed to do so because a couple minutes later i heard it again. And then again. I mean really, who the fuck was slamming the front door that many times.

I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 1:15am. Groaning i fell back on my pillow, trying to return to my sleep, but i heard talking.

Getting up from the bed, i looked in the mirror. I was only wearing a black crop top and my underwear, so i decided to put on some leopard print pyjama shorts (idc if y’all like leopard print it’s 2006 and I absolutely love it).

I went out of my room and to the bathroom to pee. I mean hey, i got woken up anyway so why not pee, go drink some water and scold my brothers for waking me up.

While i was doing my business in the bathroom, someone tried entering. And i mean full on pulling the door open with all their strength.

“Why the hell are you pulling on the door so hard? Can’t you see it’s locked?” I yelled at the door, mentally thanking myself for locking it.

I heard someone groaning in annoyance on the outside, walking angrily back downstairs. And then i heard multiple people talking. Like more than two.

What is going on? Have my brothers brought someone to our house without telling me before hand?

Already kinda mad at them, I quickly washed my hands, checked how I looked and went downstairs to see what the hell was going on.

Walking down the stairs I yelled “Ran, Rindou, did you seriously bring someone to our house without telling me?!”

And at that moment, I looked in the living room. There were 7 guys, including my brothers, sitting in the living room, now looking at me like I was some god sent creature. I was dead ass looking at them like 🤨.

I few seconds of silence passed “Okay, what the fuck is happening right now? Why are you random boys in my house?”

“Hey, who are you calling a boy? Can’t you see im older than you.”

I looked at the guy with piercings and big ass tattoo on the side of his head.

“So what? Can’t you see I don’t care?” I said back at him.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, little lady?” Said a very big guy with some funny eyebrows. Seriously, someone needs to fix them.

“And you are?”

“That’s enough.” I turned to the side to look at the tanned boy with platinum blonde hair. “Ran, Rindou, who is this?”

“That’s our little sister.” Answered Ran.

Sighing, Rindou asked “Y/n, what do you want? Why are you so angry?”

“Why am I angry? You’re the ones who woke me up in the middle of the night. I wanna know why there are people in the house, at 1am, making noise and waking me up.”

“Woah, calm down, baby. You don’t wanna mess with us.” Replied a very tall guy, with blond on the front of his hair… Damn was he fine, but damn was he tall af.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do? Yell at us for waking up your highness?” Said the guy with the tattoo on his head.

“Um, guys, I don’t-“ Rindou tried butting in, but i cut him off.

“Oh yeah? Wanna fight? You would win, right? Since you’re being so cocky. Although, I think you’re a pussy.”

“Okay, that’s it, little bitch” And at that moment, the guy with the tattoo tried swinging at me, but i quickly dodged it and sent a right hook to his jaw, knocking him out.

I cracked my knuckles, making eye contact with every single one of them, stopping by a boy with a scar on his face and mismatched eyes. Oh, he cute, I thought, and hot. Looking at him up and down, I noticed the boy blushing.

Smirking at him, I said “Okay, who’s next?”

They were all looking at me as if I just did a miracle. Except Ran and Rin, they’ve always known that I could do that.

“What? Scared?” I smiled, focusing on the tall guy with the blond strand on his hair.

He scoffed “As if.” “Well, it sure looks like it.”

“Okay, Y/n, that’s enough.” Ran said, standing up from his spot on the couch and coming towards me.

“You should go now. And put something with more…” he stopped, searching for the right words, looking me up and down “more coverage, you know.”

And as he said that, all the guys in the room looked me up and down, now noticing how short my shorts are.

I scoffed “Oh my god, as if I care. You’ve annoyed me all, I’m going to sleep.”

“Good night, sis” Called out Rindou.

“Nighty, Y/n” Said Ran.

“Sleep well, princess.” Said the tall guy. I should really learn his name.

I went up the stairs and into my room. Closing the door, I sighed. What the fuck was all that?? I layed in my bed, going back to sleep, hoping that they won’t be here in the morning.

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[iconsumedmygoldfish]

its 1am and i have no life. heres another drdt post. it's about ace and levi now.

drdt ch2 ep16 spoilers

levi and ace. levi served as the one person ace considered to be a friend in the killing game, whereas levi could never understand ace no matter how hard he tried and found himself getting frustrated.

these two never got their proper goodbye - the last thing pretty much that levi will remember ace saying to him is how he should kill himself (or something close to that). he's too busy being full of holes like a bloody sponge to hear ace yelling at arturo to save levi. teruko ruined their last goodbye with her arrogance. which is a bold statement but like. girl. it would've taken you literally a few steps out of the way 😭 this is NOT your main character moment!!!

ace's execution just served to prove how deep rooted his fear was, to the point where it could be considered pathetic maybe. even knowing it was prolonging the possible death of his friend, ace was still so scared to die, scared enough to risk anyone's life. he did it with arei, and was prepared to get everyone killed to win the class trial, and even while levi was bleeding out, ace still fought for his own life. he was telling monotv to 'get it over with quickly', but he then did the exact opposite. ace couldn't live up to the bravery he had to try and conjure up out of nowhere. the fact that he even tried in the first place, for levi, amazes me, since he's been so mortified by the idea of dying throughout this whole game.

i wonder how levi will be when he wakes up. he risked his own life for someone else despite having no empathy for others. does he really have no empathy for others? he seemed upset about never understanding ace, no matter what, but was that just about his death or about the missed opportunity? i can't say for certain whether levi really viewed ace as just that 'distant stranger' he described people as (because im sleepy), but either way.. no more husbands!!! :)

(scuttles back to my little corner and starts ugly crying)

[multifics99]

Choreographing Romance

Hoshi One Shot

Summary: after Hybe decided your girl group needs a new concept you’re having a hard time changing your image. Could Hoshi just be the dance coach you need?

Warnings: sensual undertones, use of the word sexy.

wc: 1.9k

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You did the steps again and again and again and they just weren’t clicking. You huffed in frustration as you furiously drank your water. How after two weeks was this choreo not making sense for you. Everyone else in your group had it down pat at this point but you had to stay late just to keep practicing.

You were a newer girl group under HYBE you’d only debuted two years ago. So far the group had only done cute concepts, and you in fact were the designated cute member. Even though you were one of the oldest members it didnt bother you, you’d been called cute your whole life and you just owned it. But now the company wanted to see something different since the group was beginning to mature. They asked your team to put together a Girl Crush concept.

You weren’t particularly nervous about the group’s shift into maturity, it was probably overdue honestly. All of you were in your 20’s now, and your members were relieved to finally show the fans your sexy side. Your issue was that you didn’t know how to find yours. Your choreographer spent hours yelling at you for dancing like a robot and that he’d never been so let down by you before. You didn’t cry though, you stopped crying when you were a trainee. In this line of work nothing could be taken personally.

So here you were, in the practice room after midnight. You hit the play button on your phone again and let the song blare through the speakers. Again, again, again. You tried to listen to the choreographer’s advice and “learn what makes you feel hot” and to channel that, but you had no idea what that could be for you. If you were being honest you never felt like that, you always just embraced your baby face. Even now as an adult people mistake you for a high schooler. You lied on the floor and groaned, you were ready to just be flamed by your members, your staff and the fans for how horrible your performance was gonna be this comeback.

“Uhhhmm hello?” You looked up to see Hoshi enter the room.

“Shit” you silently cursed to yourself as you pulled yourself up off the floor. You looked at the time, 1am. “Sorry” Hoshi said “I just booked the room for tonight.”

“No you’re fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” You said as you started to collect your things in your duffel bag.

“What’s got you down.” He asked as he put his own things down.

“It’s nothing I’m just having some trouble with new choreo.”

Hoshi looked genuinely surprised “really?” He said “you’re a great dancer.”

You felt your ears get hot, nobody knew it but Hoshi had been your work crush for a while. He had been ever since he helped choreograph your debut song. “Yeah” you continued “it’s just we’re trying something different and it’s just harder for me than I thought it would be.”

“Could I see it? I might be able to help.”

You laughed “yeah sure but not even the choreographer can help me.”

Hoshi smiled “well they aren’t me.”

You took a deep breath as you played your music again and started from the top. You cringed at yourself as you tried to do the sexy moves in front of him. It was already embarrassing to do in front of everyone else, your crush was so much worse though.

Once you were done you took out your phone to show him a video of the choreographer doing the dance. “This is how it’s supposed to look” you said. He nodded “I mean you have the moves down but you’re just not feeling them.”

“Yeah that’s my problem, I don’t really know how to channel that uhm…energy.”

He thought for a moment “okay uhmm well how do you normally dance at the club?”

“I don’t really go often and when I do I just jump.”

Hoshi giggled “you’re an idol known for your dancing and you just bop around at the club?”

You looked down at your feet, this couldn’t get more embarrassing.

“Oh no I don’t mean it like that, I’m just shocked that you aren’t feeling yourself in this concept.”

“I feel like you’re the only one that feels that way.”

“I mean you’re hot.” He said matter of factly.

You felt your whole body freeze, no one ever calls you that, and suddenly your crush and the hottest idol you know is saying it to you. “I…uhm…thanks.” You weren’t sure what else to say. “I’ll just leave you to it” you said as you picked up your bag.”

“Wait” he said after you “I wanna help.”

You shook your head “I’m not sure, I mean I’m just almost ready to have a bad comeback.”

He took your bag from you and put it back on the floor “absolute nonsense, I was there for you from the beginning I’m not gonna stop now.” You gave him a small smile. He was always so sweet, it was no wonder everyone loved him.

“Alright so really think, when was there a time where you felt really cool and hot, and don’t tell me it’s never happened.” He said. You thought really hard and then it hit you. “Oh actually a few weeks ago I was shopping and I tried on this one dress for fun and I felt…yknow.” You looked down again, why was it so hard for you to just say it.

“Come on y/n don’t be shy, you can’t be if you want to get this dance right.”

You exhaled “I felt sexy.” You mumbled. “Perfect!” Hoshi exclaimed “keep that thought in your head and do the dance again.”

“I took a selfie, do you think if I looked at the picture it could help?” You asked. To your surprise his ears turned red “y-yeah that could probably help.”

You opened your camera roll and found it, you really did feel sexy in that dress even if it was just for fun. Hoshi shuffled closer to you “would it be okay if I saw.” You just silently nodded as you showed him your phone. You felt like this entire encounter with him was so awkward and he’d never talk to you again after tonight. He stared at the picture without saying anything

“I uhm I think it could help me.” You finally said after too long of a silence. Hoshi blinked a few times, as if he’d been asleep and he just woke up.

“Yeah absolutely, let’s see the dance again now!” He said his voice going higher than you’d ever heard before. You ignored it though, you wanted so badly to get this right so you wouldn’t be the laughing stock of your group for the next few months.

You played the song again for what felt like the millionth time tonight. As you danced you tried to shake off the awkwardness, you tried to forget about the cute image you’ve always had. You just thought about how you felt the day you tried on that dress. You looked at Hoshi from the corner of your eye to see if he noticed a difference. He was so quiet and still, he just watched you with a blank look on his face. He’d helped you with choreo before, but he never gave such a little reaction before.

Once you were finally done, and you were panting and covered in sweat from being so tired you looked at him. “Was that any better?” You asked. He nodded, the only thing that moved on his face were his eyes, they had something in them you hadn’t seen before.

“Could I just make a note?” He asked.

“Yeah sure I need all the help I could get.”

He walked close to you “the uhm chorus” he continued “that’s the point move right?”

You nodded.

“I think you just need more fluidity there, yknow pretend your body is made of water.”

You went to the chorus of the song and hit play, the move was a body roll, and he was right you were still a bit stiff. You did it a few more times.

“Would it be okay if I guided you?” He asked.

You could feel that blush creeping back on your cheeks “yeah that’s, that is absolutely fine.” You heard your voice crack, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were nervous. You’d known him for some time but you had never been so close to him until now. He snaked his hands around your waist “play it again” he said close to your ear. You felt goosebumps on your neck.

You played the chorus again, and he used his hands to guide your body in the right way. The move looked much more fluid with his help.

Once it was over you both just stood there staring at the mirror in front of you. His hands were still on your waist, and both of your faces were red.

You turned around to face him, still in his arms. He stared down at you and did something you would have never expected. He kissed you.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted but you just leaned into it. It felt much more natural than you assumed. He guided you, it almost felt like a dance in itself. Once you finally pulled away from each other you both smiled.

“Sorry” he said “that’s not how I wanted to do that.”

“What?” You asked, had he wanted to kiss you before?

“I mean I like you y/n i probably have since I met you.”

You were perplexed, never did you think Hoshi would like you back.

“I-I like you too, admittedly even before we met.”

He laughed “I knew it, you were a fan so you just had to train at Hybe.”

“Well now you can say you’re my fan.”

He smiled at you again “you got me there, yknow you’re probably my bias.”

“Oh god please never say that again.”

You both laughed. Then his phone pinged. “Shit the guys are on their way.”

“Oh like all of them?”

He nodded “yeeaahhh I came here an hour early to play around with new choreo to teach them but….we know how that turned out.”

“It’s been an hour already?!” You checked your phone and sure enough it was 2am. “Shit I’ve got to get to sleep I have to be at a radio show like crazy early.

You started to rush out but then turned around before opening the door “are you busy this time tomorrow night?”

Hoshi shook his head “nope I’ve got a free night, why do you wanna kiss some more?” He jokingly winked at you. He was such a dork which was also why you liked him. “If you come to my dorm I can cook you a fabulous meal of instant ramen and we can watch some high class entertainment such as anime off a pirated site.”

“Sounds like a date.” You gave each other a smile again before you headed out of the practice room. You were happy you left when you did because you passed by a few members of Seventeen on your way out of the building. You know Hoshi would never hear the end of it if they walked in and you were still in the room.

As you laid in your bed for the night you got a text, you opened it to see it was from him.

maybe you could show me that dance again tomorrow night ;)

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[sirhusk]

relax, would ya?

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cherrisnake ticklefic

ler! cherri & lee! sir pentious

tw: tickling, swearing, fluff

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it was late at night… 1am maybe?

cherribomb was laying upside down in a random hotel room that she stayed in since Angel convinced her to stay the night at the hotel, just to see if she’d enjoy being there.. newflash! she hated it.

cherri groaned, trying to think of something to do, then she heard a loud *BANG* from the next room over.

cherri sat up, getting off of the bed and opening the rooms door to see what the noise was.

then she heard it again, except it was like a.. power drill?

now either the wall’s were thin, or she had GREAT hearing, because apparently no one else heard it.

“the fuck..?” cherri mumbled

she shut her bedroom door, entering the hallway, following the sound which led to sir pentious’s room, of course he was the one making the noise.

cherri debated on wether or not she should enter his room, but eh, fuck it.

cherri twisted the knob on sir pentious’s door, which was surprisingly unlocked..

the second she shut his door when she walked in, a random metal gear was thrown at her head.

she ducked in time so it hit the wall, but followed along with it was an irritated yell form the snake himself.

“DAMN IT TO HELL!!” he yelled.

cherri held back a snicker at the yell, it was fucking hilarious seeing sir pentious be angry.

cherri snuck up behind sir pentious, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was screaming over.

all she could see was a fuuuucked up pile of rubbish, which was APPARENTLY supposed be some invention that failed.

sir pentious put his elbows on his desk, putting his head in his hands with a long groan.

cherri stayed quiet, scanning over the snakes body.. damn.. WAIT- NO? WHAT.

cherri shook off the dirty thought, then got another family friendly idea to fuck with pentious.

sir pentious huffed in distress, not even noticing the cyclops behind him.

cherri grinned, then wrapped her arms around the snakes waist.

sir pentious shrieked, turning his head to see who was there, to his surprise he was met with the last person he expected to see.

“o-oh! uhum.. hello.. missss bomb!!” pentious greeted.

now that he was actually noticeable to what she was doing, he blushed as he realized her arms were around his waist.

“I heard ya yellin’ from the other room, thought I’d see what you were over exaggerating about.”

cherri grinned.

pentious huffed, looking back at the destroyed invention on his desk.

“ugh.. apologies. I didn’t mean to wake you just- was frustrated i-is all.” he stared at his desk in disappoint.

cherri honestly kinda felt bad.. in a way.. deep down under her cocky self, then she finally went with her plan.

cherri slipped her hands under sir pentious’s coat, her nails met with his slimy, scales, and slim sides, which caused the snake to tense up, snickering a bit.

“whahat ohon earth are you dohoing??” pentiosu asked.

“helpin’ you relax. now hold still!” cherri demanded.

the cyclops scribbled her nails up the snakes sides, causing him to squirm as giggles slipped through his teeth.

“ch-cheherri!-“ pentious whined.

“stop squirmin’ so goddamn much! do i need to hold you down?” cherri threatened.

cherri moved her hands to the snakes tummy, scribbling her nails over it, earning a high pitched squeal from the snake, also another squirm.

“CHEHERRI!- NOHOHO!-“ pentious yelped.

“i said quit- okay yknow what?” cherri huffed.

cherri then pulled pentious back a bit, pushing him onto his bed he had made on his floor, she didn’t push him hard(surprisingly), just enough to get him down there.

cherri knelt down, sitting on the snakes tail and grabbing his wrists, putting them above his head, using her free hand to unbutton his coat, pushing it down but not off, now having access to his whole torso.

“nonono nohoho! cheherri dohont please!-“ pentious pleaded.

“beggin’ ain’t gonna get ya out of this one, old man.” cherri replied.

she then skittered her nails up and down the poor snakes tummy mercilessly.

“NOHOHO!!- CHEHERRII!!-“ pentious shrieked with laughter, giggling his heart out.

cherri couldn’t help but slightly smile at the scene before her eyes, it was honestly adorable.

but she got back to what she was doing, scratching and skittering her nails up and down the snakes tummy, slowly making her way up, going for his armpit.

“NONONONOHOHOOO!- I CAHANT!- MIHISSSS BOHOMBBEHEHAHAH!!-“ pentious cackled out.

cherri snickered to herself, moving her hands to pentious’s neck, doing the same thing there.

sir pentious nestled screamed when he felt her nails on his neck, his head tilted to the side, clamping it down against Cherri’s hand, unfortunately for him, her hand was small enough to be able to still lightly scratch at the snakes neck, which was TORTURE.

“chehehe!- cheherr!- ihihi!-“ pentious whined again.

“hm?” she answered as if she were doing nothing wrong at all.

pentious tried to respond, but the only thing that came out of f his mouth was laughter, and a snort.

“does it tickle, old man?~” cherri teased.

“dohont tehease mehehe!-“ pentious argued.

cherri removed her hand from pentious’s neck, going back to pentious’s tummy, making him squeal.

“i just gotta! i mean your just soooo ticklish I can’t resist.” cherri grinned.

pentious blushed, turning his head away as he cackled.

“SSSSHUT UHUHUP!-“ pentious yelled.

“tiiickle tickle tickle!~ kiiitchy kitchy kooooo!~” cherri continued to tease.

“CHEHERRIIIII!- STOHOHOP IHIT -“ pentious screeched

cherri snorted, moving her hands down to pentious’s tail, which made him jolt with a squeal once more.

“EEEEHAHAHHA!-“ was all the snake could get out.

his tail was probably one of his WORST spots.

“bad spot, hm? tickle tickle!~” cherri mocked.

cherri continued tickling the snake for about another 2 minutes before finally stopping, crossing her arms while still sitting on the snakes tail.

“you alright, old man?” cherri smirked with a cocked brow.

sir pentious was trying to catch his breath, then he finally spoke up.

“y-yehessss, I’m alright.. ehe..” pentious answered.

“still bugging about your shitty ass machine over there?” cherri teased.

“rude!” pentious pouted.

“you cant even argue with me on that! I mean look at that ugly fucking THING?!-“ cherri yelped.

sir pentious had flipped them both over, now leaning overtop of cherri.

“how many timesss do I need to tell you not to insult my creations! they are masterpieces some just- need some work..!” pentious defended his pride.

“oh bullshit! It looks like a pile of rubbish! it’s SHIHIT!!-“ cherri yelped at the sudden ticklish feeling on her hips.

pentious dug his claws into cherri’s hip bones.

“I’ll show you “bullssshit”.”

“NOHOHO!!- PENENTIOUS!!-“

and what a night they had.

[dairyfairyy]

What do you think would've happened if Darry hit Soda instead

omg thank you to whoever asked this ive been thinking about this nonstop since 1am yesterday

not gonna lie though, it literally made me rethink my question because why would he be yelling at Soda, hear pony yelling back at him, and then hit soda ?? yeah it makes no sense but we're going to go with it

i think that in the moment, after darry slaps soda, they would all stop, the room going quiet. soda would move his hand towards his cheek, feeling the heat from the hand to face contact.

darry, being still in shock from what he did, would be looking from his his hand to soda, trying to process it all.

pony, partly feeling that it was his fault, would start bawling, asking if soda was okay, or try to guilt darry by saying something like:

"what are you going to hit me too?"

or

he would run in front of soda, his tears running down his cheeks while soda's tears remain in his eyes, threatening to fall, all while giving darry a stare mixed with hurt and confusion.

idk, it's hard to say what would happen next i literally have three different ways it could play out

but i think, maybe in this case, darry would make the attempt to apologize to soda, (like he did for pony), but try his best to explain it was an accident.

i dont think soda would run away, I think he'd probably say that it was all okay, rushing pony and himself off to bed because he's trying to prevent anymore fighting 😭 but i do think that soda might be a little frightened after that, like ofc he'd say he's fine (bc my guy is a people pleaser and he can't bring himself to talk to darry about how now he's scared he might hit him again 😭😭) but i feel that there might be some awkward tension in the air the day or two after that

thank you sm for the ask!

[katnisspeetaprim]

He's a Nuisance

Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 1085 M.list

Jungkook was walking through your shared home, talking quietly to the live chat showing on his phone. It was around 1AM, so he was being careful so as not to wake you. For some reason, Jungkook refused to do his lives at a reasonable time, weather it be late at night or early morning, it would most likely be inconvenient for someone.

‘I didn’t start my live in the bedroom today.’ He spoke quietly as he placed his phone down on the stand. ‘Y/N was upset with me last time, so I’m being more careful.’ He laughed lightly, thinking back to the other day when he fell asleep for the second time on camera, catching you in the background unaware as you slept.

‘She’s asleep right now, so I need to be quiet while I workout.’

Unfortunately for Jungkook, the walls of your apartment weren’t as soundproof as he thought. He’d been training and talking with chat for about half an hour, when he knocked his metal water bottle off the table.

At the sound of the bang, you bolted upright in bed after being startled awake. You were a little out of it when you woke up, so you weren’t sure if you dreamt the noise or not. Concentrating, you tried to listen out for anymore sounds and just when you thought you were going crazy, you heard the quiet sounds of cursing and shuffling from the other room.

Glancing behind, you saw a slither of light coming under the bedroom door, and Jungkook’s side of the bed, cold and untouched. Rubbing your tired eyes, you lay back down, used to Jungkook doing god knows what at silly o’clock in the morning...But curiosity got the better of you. What was that bang? Had he hurt himself somehow? With a groan, you threw the blankets off and forced yourself up, trudging to the door, cursing your curious mind.

Walking down the hallway, you rubbed at your bare arms and legs, regretting not picking up your robe now that you were faced with the cold apartment. You were about to call out for your boyfriend, not sure of his exact location, when you heard movement coming from the home gym.

‘kook?’ You whispered, poking your head round the door.

Jungkook was sat on the floor in front of his phone, and staring up at you wide eyed when you opened the door.

‘what are you doing? I heard a noise..’ You glanced around the room, slightly confused once you fully registered which room he was in. ‘Why are you working out this time of night?’

‘I’m sorry! I was trying to be quiet, but I knocked my bottle over.’ You sighed and rolled your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that he’d woken you up, but looking down at him with his deer in headlight eyes and messy hair, it was hard to stay mad at him.

You cast a small smile in his direction, hoping to show him you weren’t upset, and padded over to him.

‘Ah, the camera.’ He warned, in case you didn’t want to appear on camera. At this point, you had lost all shyness when it came to his live streams, especially after millions of people watched you sleep not long ago.

‘Your hair’s all fluffy.’ You smiled down at him as you stroked his locks.

‘Does it look messy?’ He frowned and leaned close to the camera to see himself, eyebrow raising when he saw the state it was in. You couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

‘Why are you grooming yourself!? It’s past 1AM!’

‘I always need to look good!’ You chuckled and leaned down so ARMY could see your face. You were sure you probably looked a state, tired face and comfy pyjamas, but you really couldn’t care less. You bought your hand up to cover your chest, just in case though.

‘Hi ARMY! He’s being a nuisance again!’

‘Hey!’ He whipped around and swiped at your legs, causing you to let out a yelp and jump away.

‘I’m going back to bed if I’m gonna get attacked!’ You yelled over your shoulder and ran back to the bedroom. You could hear Jungkook shouting after you, but couldn’t make out what he said. Hopefully his chat were getting a kick out of this.

Jungkook was live for another hour before he was finally ready to sleep. You had tried to stay up for him, but the rush of the day had caught up with you and you found yourself drooping.

‘Ah- My muscles hurt so-‘ Jungkook pushed the bedroom door open, fully expecting you to still be awake, considering you were usually a night owl, but froze in place when he saw your sleeping form tucked under the warm sheets.

He tip-toed over to the bed and carefully pushed some hair out of your face and sweetly stroked your shoulder. He silently chuckled when you swatted him away in your sleep. He pulled back and moaned as he stretched out his sore arms, moving to the bathroom so he could relieve the tension under the hot water.

The next morning, you were sat at the kitchen table, getting an early start on some work, when Jungkook trudged into the room. He looked awful. He threw himself down in the seat next to you, and crossed his arms on the counter, burying his face in them.

You laughed at the man and reached over to play with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

‘How are you feeling this morning? Fresh and well rested?’ You teased, knowing full well he was still sore and most likely tired from the night before. He groaned into his arms in response.

‘Stop being dramatic!’ You pushed him lightly, causing him to wobble. ‘I’ll make you coffee and something to eat. You have to work soon.’

‘You’re the best jagi.’ He mumbled, lifting his head to rest his chin on his arms, tired eyes now looking over to you.

‘Don’t get used to it! You’re a better cook than me anyway.’ Jungkook snorted, knowing full well that it was true.

‘If you’re lucky...I might even give you a massage before you leave.’ You smirked but didn’t look back, since you already knew what his reaction would be.

Jungkook perked up at your words, a new rush of blood already pooling up down below thanks to your insinuation. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all...

[lizzieislife94x]

Did That Happen (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader 

Y/ns POV:

"You fucking stupid piece of shit" I yell as I kick my car there's no way I just broke down at 1am in the middle of no where I don't know my way around LA I've only been here for a week visiting family I let out a sigh and lean against the car to get my phone to call for help "no no no no fuckkk" I yell a little to loud fuck I hope no one heard me I don't wanna disturb anyone I throw my phone into the car of course it died as I went to call for help I sink back down against my car and put my face in my hands as I hear someone approach and look around to see a woman towering over me "Oh my gosh are you ok honey what's wrong" her voice is so soothing and familiar I quickly stand up to get a proper look and freeze on the spot "you um you're..fuck you're Elizabeth olsen " I stutter mentally slapping myself what a great first impression y/n geez I see her smile as a giggle leaves her lips fuck she's so beautiful and her laugh is perfect "please call me lizzie, so whats wrong I heard you yelling and thought you might be in trouble"

I play with my fingers as she looks into my eyes her gaze making me feel so shy "well this piece of junk broke down, I don't know this area all that well I'm here visiting family and just as I went to call for help my phone died" I say a little quick and stressed as I run my fingers through my hair I feel her gently rub my arm "well do you want to come inside I can make you some hot chocolate or something and maybe charge your phone up a little" I smile and look at her "oh my god really that would be amazing if I get some charge I can call and wake my cousin to come pick me up" I lean into the car and grab my phone "ok follow me by the way what's your name " she says walking away as I follow her "I'm y/n, y/n l/n" I smile as we walk into her house "well y/n please make yourself comfortable ill get some hot chocolate made" I look around in utter shock this place is huge and beautiful I just nod unable to form words I walk to couch and sit waiting for lizzie after a few minutes she walks in with 2 mugs in hand and hands me one "oh my gosh thank you so much Elizabeth " I say as I take the mug from her smiling "y/n I told you it's lizzie, Elizabeth makes me feel old" I giggle and take a sip of my hot chocolate and let out a moan "mhhh this is so good" she smirks looking at me as I instantly turn red as it hit me I just moaned infront of her "that was such a pretty sound y/n makes me wanna hear more" I try to find words as she gets closer and takes the mug from my hand placing it on the table then straddles my waist as I pray my little friend doesn't wake up but it fails as she sits ontop of me and places kisses onto my neck I feel my member growing as lizzie looks at me shocked "do you have a dick"

I look everywhere bar her as she grips my jaw making me look at her "answer me y/n" I moan and she smirks "yes I um yeah I do" she bites her lip as she leans in to whisper into my ear "well are you going to fuck me" I hold her waist and nod as she stands up and starts to strip her clothes away I can't help but stare in awe fuck she's gorgeous I quickly stand up and strip down to my boxers as lizzie eyes my hard member biting her lip "fuck you look huge" I blush and push her into the couch as I slip her panties off and lean down to take her nipples into my mouth sucking as she let's out a moan I feel her push my boxers down and giggle against her nipple as I help her push them off I make quick work of kissing down her body and pushing her legs open a little more groaning at the sight of her wet pussy, fuck she's so wet and for me I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck like it's my last meal "uhhhh fuck y/n" she moans as I move my tounge down to tease her entrance I quickly slide it in and explore her pussy as she gasps and moans above me I slide my tounge out and smirk looking at her as she looks at me desperately "wh..why did you stop I was so close" she pants I lean down and kiss her as I rub my tip against her soaking core earning a moan I break the kiss and look at her panting a little "is this OK are you ok with this" she nods "yes I give you full consent" she almost begs and with that I slowly sink into her tight cunt "mmmh fuck lizzie so tight and warm" I slowly thrust watching my dick slide in and out of her "yesss y/n just like that don't stop fuck" I bring her leg over my shoulder allowing me to get deeper as I start to thrust harder and faster "uhhh fuck" I groan as she grips onto the couch cushion her knuckles turning white I can't help but look at her amazing tits bouncing with each thrust only making me thrust faster I feel her cunt gripping my cock letting me know she's close as I feel my own orgasm approaching "fuck cum for me lizzie" I moan out as she starts to cream all over my dick making me moan I hold my cum back and slide out of her and cum all over her stomach as I look down panting sweat covering both of us "wow just wow " she pants with a giggle.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" I jump as my alarm blasts and look around confused why am I in my own bed I look under the covers and put my hand into my shorts "nope definitely not a dick but why am I so wet" I whisper to myself did that just happen no it was a fucking dream it felt so real why did I dream I had a dick I lay back extremely confused trying to figure the dream out it was so weird but damn it was a great dream.

AN: hope this makes sense I don't know what it is the idea came to me I thought I'd run with it all feedback welcome good or bad word count close to 1.2k

[mattslovergirl18]

I'm new at this so if this sucks I'm sorry

TW - smut, weed, rum, kie walks in after

First time

Laugher filled the room they were laughing at y/n, y/n was a Pogue she was a good girl in a way she listened to what was right and she only broke rules when it was Necessary she would drink tho with the Pogues her mom didn't really mind her drinking but y/n mother had two rules no weed and NO drugs the jj and them didn't do drugs but they did smoke weed and y/n listened to that she never smoked weed well till today that is

Y/n come on its one puff if you say no I will stop asking Jj said knowing what she was gonna say, jonh b laughed "bro she's gonna say no that's the one rule she listenes to" John b said look at jj, y/n looked down she wondered what it would taste like she was considering trying it but if her mom found out she would be in so much trouble so she can't try it but she wouldn't be in trouble if her mom doesn't know and her friends wouldn't tell her mom No! Y/n was so confused she grabbed a shot of rum and took it, Jj look at her to see if she would say yes to try weed she didn't nod or shake her head so he took that as a no it went around the room that was their 1th one y/n felt left out jj rolled two more he put one on the side for after this one he took a puff and then passed it to Pope he took a puff and went to go pass it to kie who was sitting on y/n other side but y/n grabbed it at first pope and all the others thought she was gonna pass it to kie but then y/n took a puff "y/n you took a puff" Jj cheered "what about what you're mom said she said no weed" pope said "jj I stealing this whole thing pass a new one around" y/n said smoking the whole thing "y/n you should really listen to you're mother" cleo said " I know but it's a one time thing" I said not really caring

Y/n was high and drunk she couldn't stop laughing she got up to eat something but decided that she wasn't hungry "Shit what time is it" pope asked looking to see if any one knew "1am" Jj said not caring "shit" kie and pope said " I have to go curfew" kie said running out of the houes " me too" pope said running off with cole" yeah and me and Sarah should go sorry man" John b said " it's fine I got y/n" jj said looking over at y/n John b nodded and walked out of the houes with Sarah

"Yo y/n you want more rum" jj asked holding up a bottle of rum "uh yeah" jj nodded and poured some rum in to two glasses he passed y/n her glass she thanked him and Started to drink it if it was the last thing. Jj jump on the couch next to y/n "you smoke how you feel" jj asked smiling "good I feel gooooood" y/n said clearly drunk and high "jj can I spend the night" y/n asked sliding her finger down his abs jj nodded "thank you" she said walking to his bed and laying down she took of her pants and shirt "Jj I want to cuddle" y/n shouted, Jj walked in and took off his Panter and shirt layed next to her she smiled and put her arm around him she looked up at him and had the urge to kiss him and that what she did at first he didn't kiss back but then he did, y/n climbed on his lap and started to rock her hips back and forth, jj grabbed her hips "fuck baby girl you can't do that you're high and this is you're fist time" jj said " no jj I liked you please I'm wet and horny" y/n begged jj groaned he was rock hard and really wanted to have sex but not with drunk high y/n he wanted to have sex with y/n on no weed or rum " jj please" y/n begged again "y/n tomorrow" jj said "can I at least give you blow job" she asked jj with puppy dog eyes " he gave in and said yes after a little of begging

She was happy she clawed off of his lap and took of his boxersy/n looked at jj dick and licked her lips and grabbed it jj moan and looked at her she winked and right after that she put jj hole dick down her throat "FUCK Y/N" Jj yelled and throw his head back she started to move her head up and down she was so happy she didn't have a gag reflex jj grabbed her hair "I'm cuming!" Jj yelled and he did she Swallowed his cum, he filp her around and went down her he pulled down her underwear and started to rub her cilt "jj I need you're mouth not you're hand" y/n moan he started to suck on her cilt she threw her head back he added 2 fingers in her she was a moaning mess "jj I'm close" she moan jj heard that and went faster "JJ!" She yelled moaned he went up to her and kissed her "y/n will you be my girlfriend" jj asked "mhm but you need to fuck me soon" y/n whispered the last part and fell asleep.

In the morning y/n woke up and saw jj with no boxers and her with no underwear and remembered what happened she smile "good morning sleepy head" jj said opening his eyes "good morning" "fuck I forgot I had no boxers on I should put some on" jj said "Jj can you finish what we started" y/n asked "Yeah of course " jj said getting on top of her "condom" y/n said, Jj nodded and grabbed one he sliped it on he put the tip in "it might hurt" jj said "mhm" y/n moan, it hurt felt good but after a while it felt amazing "jj moved" y/n moaned, he nodded and started to move slow but then hard and fast the bed was hitting the wall hard and y/n was yelling Jj name over and over "jj I'm almost there" y/n moan, jj slip his hand down to y/n cilt and rubed it hard, y/n threw her head back and Squeezed his dick, "fuck y/n" jj came in the condom " I love you jj" y/n said "love you too" jj kissed her

"Were here" jonh b yelled "oh shit" Jj and y/n said at the same time

Kie walked in "oh my god" she ran out, me and jj got dressed and walked out of the room

"Kie told us" pope laughed "when? Did it happen" Sarah asked, "last night but this morning we had sex" jj said "last night I gave him a bj and he eat me out" I laughed "to much information" kie gaged "yeah" John b said "so wait you guys are together" Cleo asked "yes we are" jj said kissing me

-THE END I don't know how I feel about this

[opossum-by-night]

Things that I did today, in chronological order:

• Had therapy in which I did the thing where I start getting into something deep in the last 15 minutes of session, which left me kinda ~thrown off~ emotionally, and feeling bad about the general state of myself

• Had my weird overly-friendly old lady neighbor come into our back driveway/patio thing ALL THE WAY UP TO OUR WINDOW AND GLASS BACK DOOR to blow leaves, while I was sitting petrified on the couch in plain sight trying not to move so she wouldn't look in and notice me there

• Had a full-blown panic attack because immediately after the neighbor left, my dad sent me like 3 paragraphs of text yelling at me for not doing a thing that I've been constantly stressing out about doing since we moved here (while I was already fucked up from the above two happenings, and already feeling like shit about how much I struggle to do anything at all)

• Started generally feeling a bit better after the Raccoon got home, and we played some games and ate dinner

• Tried to put up some Christmas lights on the inside of the window at like 1am, and had a cat show up outside and start meowing at me through the window, and when I went outside to see if she had a collar (she did not), she started rubbing up against me and purring and letting me hold her and being an all-around Baby

• Put the cat in the half bathroom and woke up the Raccoon, in spite of him having to work in the morning and it being 1am, because I knew he would kill me if I didn't show him the cat

• Went with the Raccoon at 1:30am to the 24-hour vet up the street to check her for a microchip because we thought she might belong to someone in the neighborhood (no microchip, and also we suspect she's unspayed and pregnant)

• Sat with the Raccoon for like an hour talking about what to do with her, absolutely terrified that if we try to keep her it will end up like the last two times we tried to have a pet in the house - with me in a constant state of incapacitating meltdown and him trying to pretend he's not miserable with allergies - and traumatize both of us again by having to give her up to prevent me having a heart attack and/or total psychotic break

• Had the cat cuddle up happily in both of our laps while I cried about the above, purring and headbutting and generally making it infinitely harder to say a hard no to keeping her

• Put the cat back in the half bath with a plan to talk about it more tomorrow and decide what to do

And now it's almost 5:30am and I don't know what the fuck to do with myself. Self-pitying rambling below the cut.

The Raccoon was so wonderfully understanding and sweet and kind, and reassured me that he would love me and support me even if the worst did happen again. But that almost made it harder?? Because I feel so incredibly fucking guilty about my disability depriving him of things he wants (and me of things I want), especially pets. But I can't put us through rehoming again, even if he says it's okay. I still think about it regularly and hate myself for it even though I know I shouldn't. So I can't decide if I'd hate myself more for doing that again, or for being too scared to ever try again and just resigning both of us to being petless for the foreseeable future. Or, maybe even worse - if we did keep her and it ended up being *more* bearable, too much so for me to be able to justify the trauma of rehoming her, but still moderately miserable and overwhelming enough that I can no longer feel at ease in my own home for the next ~15 years.

And I know there are literally millions of other cats and someday we could have our pick if we wanted to try adopting or fostering again, but the shitty mystical horse girl part of me feels like the cat distribution system has dropped her literally on our doorstep, and passing on her is somehow a mistake?? Like I've been presented with this opportunity to be whimsical and carefree and spontaneous and take in this cat that's as sweet as she could possibly be, and if I don't take it I will inevitably regret throwing it away??? And that's super irrational reasoning obviously, but I'm so fucking emotionally exhausted that I don't even know what to think at this point. And I doubt I'll feel clear-headed and certain in the morning either. Idk man. It's been a fucking day.