#my what big teeth youve got

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Fairytale

@wolfstarmicrofic July 19, word count 995

CW - Murder, blood

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Sirius. Sirius lived with his parents and brother. They drove him mad. One morning, his mother ordered him to take a basket of cakes and buns to his grandmother. 

“Why can’t Kreacher do it?” He asked sullenly. He did not enjoy visiting his grand-mère. 

“Because I told you to,” Was all that Walburga said to him before pushing him out of the house and shoving the heavily ladened basket into his hands. 

He grumbled and stuck his fingers up at the house as he walked away. He decided to go the long way around to his grandmother’s house through the woods. 

Sirius loved the woods. He could have skipped down the lane, but he restrained himself. If he messed up the treats in the basket, he’d never hear the end of it. 

He was about halfway to his grandmother’s house when he spotted a figure in the distance. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stuck up and his entire body tensed. Something wasn’t right. 

“Hello,” The man smiled when Sirius was almost to him. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

“I suppose,” Sirius answered. He’d slowed his pace but didn’t fully stop, just kept walking past the strange man. 

“Where are you going?” The man asked, moving to walk beside him. 

“To my grandmother’s house,” Sirius answered, hoping the man would leave him alone if he answered his questions. 

“And where does grandmother live?” The man questioned further. Sirius stopped in his tracks. 

“That really isn’t any of your business, now please leave me alone,” He glared at the man, hoping he’d just leave him alone. The man dipped his head to him. 

“Apologies,” He smiled unnervingly and backed into the trees. Sirius shivered, glad he was gone. Sirius put him out of his mind. He needed his wits about him to deal with his grandmother. 

The house loomed before him as he cleared the trees. As he approached, he noticed the gate was open. His grandmother would never allow that. He walked through it, closing the iron gate behind him. 

The front door was ajar. Alarm bells started ringing in his head. Something wasn’t right. He crept into the house. 

“Grand-mère?” Normally, by this time, she’d be sitting in her wing-backed chair, squinting at her book because she refused to accept that she needed glasses. 

A bang came from upstairs. “Grand-mère, I’m coming upstairs,” He called. He felt a chill creep down his spine as he climbed. He stood on the landing and called out again. 

“Grand-mère?” 

“In here, my dear,” A sweet voice called out. That alone was enough for Sirius to know things were not as they should be. Irma Black had never used the word dear in her life. 

He pushed open her bedroom door and spotted a figure in her bed. 

“Good afternoon Grand-mère, are you alright?” He asked pleasantly. Whoever was in her bed was at least twice the size of his grandmother. 

“Yes, my dear, just a slight sniffle. Come closer to your old Granny,” Admitting weakness and calling herself Granny two more red flags to add to the already large collection. Against his better judgement, he neared the bed. 

“My what big eyes you’ve got Granny,” He had to stop himself from sounding sarcastic. 

“All the better to see you with, my dear,” Sirius realised pretty quickly that his ‘Granny’ was the stranger he’d met in the woods. 

“And my, what big ears you’ve got,” He’d play the game for a bit longer before calling him out. 

“All the better to hear you with, my dear,” The sweet voice was becoming gruffer. 

“And my, what big teeth you’ve got,” He couldn’t help the smile that crept into his voice. His ‘Granny’ narrowed her eyes. 

“All the better to eat you with!” The man growled and leapt out of bed faster than Sirius had expected. Sirius fell to the floor and rolled out of the man’s way. He jumped to his feet and ran for it. 

“Help!” He screamed as he ran through the house. “Help!” The man was chasing him and was closing in. Sirius got to the bottom of the staircase and grabbed for the front door. The man flew past him and blocked the exit. He had a nasty, blood-soaked blade in his hand. Sirius didn’t stop to ask whose blood it was. He already knew. 

He knew this house well and headed to what had been his grandfather’s office. It had double doors leading into the garden. “Help!” He shouted once he was in the garden, he knew the man wouldn’t let him live. He was getting tired, but the man just kept coming. “Help!” He shouted as loud as his protesting lungs could manage as the man closed in. 

He ran for the tree line at the edge of the garden and blew through them. “Help!” He called again. The man was right on his heels as he ran past a leaning fir tree. He caught the flash of steel out of the corner of his eye and heard a dull thunk. He looked over his shoulder and a tall, strong woodcutter stood over the body of his pursuer. 

“Are you alright?” The man asked as he pulled his axe from the body. 

“Yeah,” Sirius said hoarsely. "I don't know who he is, but he wanted to kill me," 

“His name’s Fenrir Greyback. He's wanted for murder.” The woodcutter told him. “I’m Remus by the way,” He held out his hand and Sirius took it, shaking it thankfully.

“Sirius,” He told him. “Want some cake?” Sirius asked. Somehow he’d managed to hold onto the basket as he fled. Remus laughed at him. 

“Yeah, sure,” He answered. “We can deal with him later,” He pointed at Greyback. 

They shared the cakes and buns between them and chatted merrily for the rest of the afternoon, totally forgetting what had brought them together.

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! how are you?

i recently burned my thigh with my iron curler and it formed a big scar. it started slowly bubbling up and i accidentally popped it like 2 days ago so now i have fresh skin open 🥲 it’s extra sensitive and i have to patch it up. and when i let the wound breath it HURTS 😭

i was wondering if you could write about this with emt!marauders? or maybe just james? idk lol whatever you feel like writing it about.

AND IF YOUVE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS ALREADY, MY BAD 😃😭

Hi lovely, I'm good! I'm really sorry this happened, it sounds awful!! Hope it's feeling a bit better by now <3

cw: severe burn (no details)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 786 words

“I don’t think we should do this.”  

“I mean,” says James, sitting patiently opposite you on the bed, “I don’t love it either.” 

“Then let’s not,” you bargain.

 He gives you a sorry smile. “What do you think we should do instead, angel?” 

You take a deep breath. “Leave it,” you say on the exhale. “It’ll heal eventually. Or it won’t, and the bandage will become my new skin. I could be fine with that.” 

“I’m somewhat attached to your real skin.” 

“We all have to make sacrifices, James.” 

Your boyfriend gives you an amused look, but there’s worry beneath it. You feel guilty for putting him through this. It’s bad enough that he has to change your bandages for you because you’re too squeamish to do it yourself, but now you’re also making him convince you as if it were his idea. 

You blow out a long breath, tilting your face up toward the ceiling. “I can’t see it.” 

“You don’t have to,” he reassures you. “You can close your eyes, baby.”

“How bad is a little infection really?” you ask, but you’re already laying back, succumbing to the plushness of your pillow. 

“I had a dog bite get infected once,” James says, pulling your leg into his lap. Strong, gentle fingers on the underside of your thigh. “I didn’t enjoy it.” 

“You got bitten by a dog?” You turn your head to see him, but he shoots you a look and you sigh, covering your eyes with your hands. “When was that?” 

“When I was little.” One of his hands stays cradling your leg, but you feel the fingers of the other probing carefully at the edges of your bandage. Apprehension climbs up your throat, mingling with the ache of affection that’s already there. You appreciate how delicate James is with you, peeling the bandage up gingerly by one corner instead of ripping it off like some might. “It wasn’t really the dog’s fault, it was just spooked and I didn’t know enough to stay away.” 

You hiss as the bandage sticks to a tender bit of skin, and James coos an apology, stroking the unharmed skin beside it soothingly. Then the whole thing comes off, air hitting the wound and making you tense all over. 

“What happened with the bite?” Your voice is somewhat strained. 

James hesitates. “There was a lot of puss involved,” he says. “You won’t want to hear the details.” 

“Mm, thanks.” 

He chuckles. You can hear him twisting the cap off the antibiotic ointment. Your fingertips press harder into your brow bone. 

“You alright?” he asks softly. 

“Mhm. I’m ready.” 

You still gasp through your teeth when the ointment makes contact with your skin, and James grips your leg more firmly to keep you from flinching away. 

“Sorry,” he hisses, working fast as he can with gentle, caring fingers. “Sorry, baby.” 

“Not your fault,” you squeak out, keeping your own fingers pressed tightly over your eyes. “Thank you for doing this.” 

James doesn’t seem to want to accept your thanks, and you let the silence sit. When he’s done, you both sigh. 

“Thanks,” you say again. For good measure. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“Definitely not,” James agrees. “I’ve no idea what we’re going to do when I’m hurt someday and neither of us can look at it.” 

You drop your hands from your eyes and sit up on your elbows, careful to look only at James and not down at your leg. It’s not hard. He’s a lovely sight, even with that sympathetic pinch to his mouth and worry tightening the muscles around his eyes. You reach for his hand, and his expression lightens. He wipes his fingertips off on his jeans before giving it to you. 

“We’ll have to call Remus,” you say, squeezing his fingers. 

A laugh startles out of him. “I thought you were going to say you’d put your squeamishness aside for me. Or that it wouldn’t be gross because you love me, or something.” 

“I would if it were true,” you reply, “but I’m afraid I won’t be much help if I’m gagging over you the entire time. I’ll hold your hand while we both don’t look, though.” 

“Mm, fair enough.” He scoots closer on the bed. His hand finds your opposite hip, rubbing a slow back-and-forth. “And you’ll distract me with kisses while I’m nursed back to health?” 

“If it’ll help.” Your voice is soft. “Though I should point out that I haven’t received any kisses.” 

Twin dimples appear on either side of James mouth as he leans over you, careful to avoid your hurt leg. “Patience, angel,” he murmurs as his lips brush yours. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

[flowerfreya]

No Knock Raid

I kinda have an obsession with mafia!141 and it's my fave dark romance trope

Pairing: John Price / Reader

No mention of name or description of reader

About this: SWAT performs a no knock raid on the readers and Johns room.

This whole day tasted like it was off , it was way too hot , the air was  stagnant and you knew that tonight it was going to storm . John had been away on business since yesterday.  He’s texted on telegram multiple times just updating you on what's he’s doing and you the same 

The kids started summer about two weeks ago and you have officially run out of stuff to do. 

You know you have wonderful children but they have so much energy , sadly and with “daddy” gone they have gone a little crazy. Youve been to the pool , water balloons and a pillow fort that is still up. 

It's bath time and you can see the storm clouds rolling in and hoping you can get the kids to bed so they won't beg to sleep with you. 

You hear a crack of thunder as you fall asleep.

You wake up to the sound of more thunder or so  you think until men in SWAT gear are yelling at you with flashlights and guns to “GET , UP” and your first thought it that you need to get your kids and call John. You push the button on the backside of the night stand as you get led out of the bedroom and into the living room where your two children on their knees with the hands behind their head and one of the swat members holding your youngest.

“Mommy” the little cries reaching his little arms out for you.

“Can I grab him?”, you ask the agent.

“No”, he says.

“Please”, you beg. You think about what will happen once you tell him about the agent that refused to let you hold your children. Hearing your children cry and you not being able to do anything is hurting you in ways that you can’t even fathom.

“No”, he says again with a little more authority 

You think you start to disassociate seeing them take your kids away in a separate car with tears rolling down everyone's cheeks. At the precinct you are immediately taken to the integration room and you wait… and…. wait and ….wait some more. When the agent finally comes in, he looks tired but you see the smirk in his eye thinking he finally got John Price.

“Do you want some water or coffee?”, he ask.

“I want my phone call you”, say quietly.

“You sure you want to call your husband” he ask 

“I want my phone call”

He sighs ,“okay” and comes back with a flip phone 

You call your sister , she answers on the third ring 

“Hello”

“Can you come to the 18th precinct and pick up the kids”

“What” 

“Can you please come the 18th precinct and pick up the kids” 

“Yes , I will be there in thirty minutes” she hangs up after. You are worried about your children , they had guns pointed at them, woken up in the middle of the night with big men yelling at them, and you can't comfort them and it's making you go crazy. 

The lights in the integration room are starting to give you a headache , your stomach is rolling around, and you have picked off all your nails and started doing cuticle work with your teeth. You know the agent is asking you questions 

“Do you know what your husband does for a living “ 

“How often is he gone ? “

“What does 141 mean to you” 

You answered none of them , didn't even acknowledge the questions being asked. You just wanted to go home and hug your children. 

Agent number 2 walks in says something to Agent number 1 ears  he purses his lips rises out of his chair and says “Well Ms.Price your good to go” 

You relax your shoulders in relief and stand to your feet and follow them out the door. 

“-IF YOU DONT GET MY WIFE RIGHT KNOW ,HEADS WILL FUCKING ROLL” you hear him before you see him and the voice brings you so much joy you quicken your steps and round the corner and you see him. You walk towards him bumping into almost every desk and banging your head into his chest , grabbing his hand and squeezing as hard as you can. 

“My love , I’m so sorry” he whispers against your forehead.

“The children?” you ask just as quietly.

“Safe at home , with your sister” 

“Is home really safe?”

He is quiet and doesn’t answer but his eyes narrow and looks around and zones in at the Chief and stalks over 

“You got a lot of nerve doing a fucking no knock raid on my home” he’s standing toe to toe with him looking him directly in eyes. The Chief face pales and tries to back up and when sees that he runs into a wall , he sputters “I-I didn’t kno-” 

John somehow gets closer and rears his fist back “You didn’t know that your agents were going to raid my house”, he ask almost rhetorically. He says underneath his breath to him , “You will regret this and will be dealt with later” 

He then looks at you and walks toward you, puts his hand on the same of your back and leads you out the building and into the car.

[bunnyscryptarchived]

begging u to write the first time sarah takes your strap omg

as oomfie once said: you need to fuck the fake gay outta her!!!

warnings: 18+, strap on usage (sarah receiving), cheating (topper fuck you MOVE), dirty talk

another sleepover, sarah once again pacing around her room, going off about how terrible topper is at sex —still not knowing how to please her, his stroke game is weak, only focusing on himself. you disliked him but you envied him also. you wanted to be the only one to take care of her, to kiss her whenever, the only one to make her cum and he can’t even do that right.

scrolling on your phone, letting out a few hums of acknowledgment to show her you’re listening —barely, you’re just so over it, words coming out before you could stop them.

“you wouldn’t have that problem with me”

she stops in her tracks. “you- what?”. shrugging, you act like its no big deal. “you heard me. i mean you know how i feel about that loser anyway, i tell you all the time you deserve better, deserve someone who knows how to make you cum. i could take care of you..besides it could be fun..”

you get up to stand in front of her— bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stares intensely into your eyes. the look on her face making your cunt throb. she’s always heard stories about how you really know how to keep a girl satisfied. sarahs always been infatuated with you, wnted you to slut her out.

“okay..” she started. “..yeah show me”

“show you what?” head tilted to the side.

“show me how i deserve to be fucked.”

fuck yes.

you lean forward, kissing her roughly. “lay back on the bed, pretty girl.” she giggles as she immediately scampers to the bed, laying against the pillows, already taking off her pj’s. mesmerized by her body, you trail your fingers down her chest, to her stomach, and thighs before straddling her waist. pressing your lips to hers once more, you caress her cheek as you pull away.

“oh, baby. i can’t wait to ruin you.”

‎ ᰍ︵ꪒꪒ‎ ‎ "fuck! baby slow down!.. you're gonna make me cum.."

face smushed into her pillow as you deep stroke her in doggystyle with your strap. biting down on it with how good you're giving it to her. she was a whining and whimpering mess as you pounded in to her. "taking me so well baby" breathless as your hand collides with her ass, smacking it twice before gripping her hips again. handing her better than any man ever could. "like when i fuck this pussy like this huh.." she nods, barely any time to speak before you hand settles on her neck, squeezing down. "fuck. oh fuck" sarah whined as her orgasm quickly approached. you slowed down, helping her ride it out, hand leaving her neck to caress her back. you pulled out of her, grabbing her by the hips to flip her body over on to her back. lining the silicone coke to her cunt and pushing back in making her whimper. "youve got one more in you, baby. i know you do.' starting to thrust, you grab her jaw. "open your mouth" squeezing slightly. she does as you command, sticking her tongue out as she opens wide for you. spitting in to it, you fuck her harder as she swallows immediately. "such a good girl for me. you're my slut now, yeah? only gonna come to me when you wanna come, right?" her pretty eyes blink up at you as she nods. "o-only you. i-i'm y-yours. i'm only yours!" she cries out, breasts jiggling from the way your pounding into her. "topper could never fuck you like this, huh.. my poor girl never got to cum" you tease, hand going down to rub her clit. "no! never! he never made me feel as good as you do.. fuck! you fuck me so good baby. please..make me cum, make me cum again" she babbles dumbly until, for the third time that night, you have her cumming again, making a mess all over you -your name rolling off her tongue like music. slowly you pull out of her and get up to get a towel as she lays limp, breathing heavy. you cleaned her up, kissing her body as you did so before laying down beside her, pulling her body close. kissing her forehead, you both lay in comfortable silence before she broke it "so.." she looks up at, grinning sweetly. "wanna go again?"

[divinesolas]

happy birthday to me.

no i am not back from my hiatus but its my birthday and the only way i can really celebrate is with my bb (no taglist this is just very self indulgent)

You can feel the dusting of lips ghosting over your face as you slowly gain consciousness. When your eyes flutter open those warm familiar ones youve loved since you first saw greet you back, crescenting as he smiles. “happy birthday my love.” you hum in return mumbling a thank you while your arms reach around his neck as he presses another kiss against your cheek. he snuggles into your neck while you adjust your eyes to the light in the room. “what time is it?” its much later than you thought it would be, he clearly let you sleep as he looks wide awake hes probably been up for a good bit before you woke up or more so he woke you up. “why didn’t you wake me?” “you looked so cute how could i wake you.” a light knock to the back of his head and you can feel his smile pressing into your skin.

He pulls away far too soon for your liking and gets up off the bed attempting to tug you up, “come on we have things to do, its your big day.” you put a pretend pout on your face and hold put your arms, “carry me?” you were joking, more than ready to stand up yourself but he quickly scooped you up into his arms and wouldn’t put you down as he made his way to the bathroom despite your squeals, “put me down!” he only obliges as the two of you enter the bathroom and he places you down on the counter. you find yourself asking him what hes got planned today while he grabs your toothbrush to wet it for you, a proud smile grows on his face as he shakes his head. “i couldn’t ruin the surprise, i have the whole day planned out dont worry you’ll love it.”

“what if i dont wanna do anything today?” he clearly falters, not expecting you to say that but he covers his disappointment with a smile as he hands your your toothbrush, “as long as your happy babe i dont mind.” you slap his shoulder, your body vibrating with laughter, “im kidding baby im looking forward to whatever you have planned.” he scoffs as you happy brush your teeth hopping off the counter to look at him through the mirror. “yeah yeah yeah ill see you downstairs.”

you quickly turn to stop him, and manage to gargle out and i love you and he smiles shaking his head leaning forward to kiss your forehead before he heads downstairs. “love you too baby.”

[allisluv]

finnick with reader that had a lisp? or a fic with finnick with reader who has a binge eating disorder

a cross to bear.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

content warnings: established relationship, use of petnames (angel, honey, baby), binge eating disorder, shame, topics surrounding food, one mention of counting calories, if there's anything else please lmk!!

word count: 1k

The logical part of your brain tells you not to fall into the trap. You know eating your feelings is not going to solve your problems in the long run, but your day has been so god-damn awful and Finnick isn’t home, so you wonder what harm can it do, really? 

You’re moving on autopilot as you scour the cupboards for something to comfort you. Eventually, you settle on three share-sized bars of chocolate, brioche rolls and big packets of hard candies. So, with your arms full and your mind set, you lock yourself in your bedroom and start to stuff your face. 

The nausea sets in after one measly bar of chocolate and the shame is next to wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You should stop, but it’s a hell of a lot easier said than done. You’re too far in the cycle now to stop and, anyway, you’ve already ruined your diet for the day, so why not eat your fill?  

Tears start to flow freely down your face as you rip open the packet of brioche rolls and shovel the carbs into your mouth. 

A knock sounds on your bedroom door and your blood runs cold in your veins. You quickly use the back of your hand to wipe away the traces of evidence from around your mouth. 

Panic begins to take hold when the door handle starts to jiggle. “Just a minute!” you shout shakily, shoving the empty wrappers under your bed. “I’m getting changed.”

“It’s just me, angel,” Finnick says. He can hear rustling from inside of the bedroom and he frowns, pulling down on the handle once more. His tone is gentle and casual as he asks, “Everything okay?”

Tears are still freely pouring down your face as you stifle a sob into your hands and clear your throat. “Yeah! Just– give me a second, yeah?” 

Finnick’s frown deepens at the sound of you crying. He can tell something’s wrong. He doesnt know how else to describe it except from saying that he can feel it deep in his bones. “Angel? Can you let me in?” 

You wipe your face with the back of your hand and take a deep breath before cracking open the door an inch. You sniff. “Hi.”

“Hey, honey,” Finnick steps into the bedroom. He spots the candy wrappers peeking out from under the edge of the bed and you follow his line of sight. Heat creeps up into your cheeks and you clamp your teeth into your lip to stop it from trembling. Your boyfriend’s on you in an instant, pulling you into his arms and cradling your head in his hands. “Oh, angel, don’t cry. It’s alright.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry, hiding your face in the fabric of his t-shirt. It’s damp from his swim in the ocean and your tears only soak it further. “I’m sorry.” 

Finnick shushes you gently. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He guides you over to the edge of the bed and sits down, letting you straddle his lap and bury your face in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” 

He coaxes you into looking him in the eye. You try to look away, but he grips your chin with his thumb and his pointer finger. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?” 

You try to avert your eyes again but he angles your head so you can’t look away. “Everythings just going wrong,” You weep. “It’s just all so awful.”

“Take a breath,” Finnick instructs. You inhale a deep breath and he smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. “Good girl. Now, what’s awful?”  

“My alarm didn’t go off, so I was late to work and my boss gave out to me, and Sarah asked why I was eating so much at lunch and I failed my assignment and it’s just all so awful!” 

Your body racks with sobs as Finnick pulls you in close once more. “Sounds like youve been through the wringer this morning, huh, angel?” You nod against his chest and he hums sympathetically. He makes sure to keep his tone gentle and non-judgemental as he asks, “Is that why you binged?” You go rigid in his arms and he shushes you, a careful hand brushing up the length of your back. “I am not mad at you, baby. I’m just trying to understand is all. Remember what Doctor Smith said? We need to identify your triggers.” 

You sigh. He has a point, no matter how unwilling you are to talk about it. “I just felt so stressed and I felt like I was spiraling. I thought it would help me gain back some of the control I felt I was losing, but it just made me feel worse.” 

Finnick kisses the crown of your head. “I understand. I know what it feels like if you’re spinning out of control. But this isn’t a healthy coping mechanism. I need you to get that, yeah?” 

“I know,” You sigh. “I’m sorry.” 

Finnick brushes you off with a shake of his head. “Don’t be silly, baby. You have nothing at all to be sorry for. We just need to find you some healthier coping mechanisms, hm?” 

You nod. “Yeah. I might try journaling again.” 

Finnick smiles against your temple. “I have an idea, angel. Why don’t we go and get some pretty pens and highlighters and a fancy journal in the markets? We can make a day of it. We have nothing else planned today. I can treat you to lunch afterwards.” 

You hesitate. You always have the urge to ‘be good’ and count your calories after a bad binge day. 

Finnick can sense your wariness. “Come on,” he coaxes. “We can go to that Mexican place. I know you love it there.”

“But you hate Mexican food,” You point out. 

“That’s a cross I’m willing to bear for you, angel.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

Can I have a one shot if sanji x black plus size reader where she pregnant with triplets and she wakes up horny and ask sanji to relieve her since he is her husband

Triplets gah lee bro i may do just one baby 💀 but I just seen this video and it SCREAMS Sanji w his pregnant wife so i gotchu.

“Needy” Sanji x Pregnant! Plus Sized Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

CW: Reader is mentioned to have braids, Soft!Dom Sanji, Cunnilings, Praise, Sensual Massage, Fingering, Creampie, More of the reader being called "mama" don't hate me rn, Reader has sensitive breasts WC: 1.4k

You’re only 2 months pregnant and you’re already ready for your baby to just come out. Its constant back pains, constant mood swings, and you don’t even know when your cravings became so distorted.

As happy as being parents made you both you also had alot of issues trying to keep yourself in good spirits, you tummy has began to already poke out more, now only wearing dresses and other loose clothing to cover how big you’re rapidly getting. Your husband of course notices how much MORE clothing you started to wear and it bothered him a bit. Only because he seen the sorrow in your face.

It was a tinge of guilt he felt knowing you were going through this, and though you both have throughly talked about having kids and becoming parents he couldn’t help but to want to make sure your pleasure and comfort was his number one priority for you.

No matter what it was.

You have recently been reading more on pregnancy and youve seen where sometimes women’s libido can sky rocket. And tonight was just the prime example of it.

You were cuddled soundly in Sanji’s strong arms, his hand now always softly rubbing the sides of your belly. But your thighs just kept rubbing, his scent was more pungent and he felt so much bigger to you right now and it was a small ache in your lower body that was starting to annoy you.

You felt embarrassed, this morning you told Sanji he didn’t have to take a break from cooking to pleasure you when you felt a bit needy, using the “I’ll be fine” excuse, he even offered again before bed but you said no.

Your body was changing so much you just didn’t want to see the look of disgust when Sanji sees your poking belly, your stretch marks, your cellulite.

But you needed it. You needed some release.

You wiggle out of his grasp, unfortunately your husband has became accustomed to being a light sleeper for you. When you wake him for snacks, needing to use the bathroom, or anything he is woke to almost any subtle movements.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Sanji’s tired rasped voice, you felt instant regret hearing him sound so sleepy, you grimaced at yourself in his neck.

"I'm fine.."

Sanji couldn't explain how annoyed he got when he kept hearing your "I'm fine" excuse, he knew in an instant you weren't. So he got up, holding himself up on his side to look at your face, "Tell me."

It was eating you up inside, waking him up for such foolery, you played with the hem of your his night shirt while laying on your back and that's when your pretty blonde man cupped your cheeks to look at him.

"Talk to me, baby."

"....I..I'm...I..I need..."

By the looks of your thighs rubbing and the gloss under your eyes he caught on, his eyes softened on you figure leaning in to kiss you with his hand rubbing your tummy, making you flinch, "Did I press too hard? I'm so--"

"No, it's not that I....."You sigh, " I...been wanting you all day, but I was afraid to ask because...I didn't...want you to..."

"Didn't want me to what?" His eyes searched for yours in concern, afraid of what you may spill, "Baby--"

"I'm afraid you won't find me attractive anymore." You turn away from his gaze, "I'm only 2 months pregnant and look at me, I'm swollen all over my arms, my legs, my breast, my stomach and I'm no longer attractive to you! And it sucks because I--Mmmm!"

Sanji couldn't take hearing anymore slander fall through your teeth. Such lies! Kissing you oh so slowly he cages you in his arms as he rolls on top of you, looking down at your teary eyes about to cry himself, "Don't you ever speak that way about yourself again, you hear me? You are as beautiful as the day we met, your skin is glowing, your body is so supple and perfect I couldn't have it any other way....you're carrying OUR child. OUR baby is growing inside you and I couldn't find you any more perfect because of it and I don't want you to ever feel anything less than beautiful because I am here to serve you,so ...please...allow me..."

His lips attached to your neck, your hand pushing back your braids to get more access to you, "You taste so good, mama.." Humming into your skin you then gasp feeling his hand creep under your shirt, smirking at the sweet surprise of you not only wearing no bra, but,

"Y/n..where'd your panties go? I saw you put them on before we went to bed..."

His voice was nothing, but a tease, seeing you turn your head in embarrassment he playfully tsk'ed at you, "Vilaine fille..."

The corner of your lips curl, damn.. him speaking that language is what got you pregnant with his child now, you giggle at the thought as your watch him rub your inner thigh to ghosted his hand over your body, leaving you goosebumps at his gentle touch, taking off your shirt, exposing your body to him as his sits on his knees between your legs.

"Ji..." You cover your face, he chuckles lowly before rubbing your sides, "C'monnn.."

"Oh nowww you're impatient." Sanji smiles leaning over you to kiss both breast, as quick as he licked your sensitive nipple you threw your hand in his hair, "mmhmm.."

Wasn't long until he finally gave your clit some attention as well as your aching wet slit altogether, he toyed with your pussy with his index and middle finger as he sucked on one of your supple breast.

"All f'me..." Sanji popped off your breast to smile as your blissful face, "This body is all mine....remember? This sexy body is all mine.."

he peppered kisses all your over nude state not missing an area where you bad talked it just before he finally reached the area where you needed him most, his warm hands held your thighs down and he quickly came to suck on your lower lips and then clit.

"O-oh!" your back arched, you wanted to feel grossed out that your small belly hill was nearly covering Sanji's face, but you were already too fucked out on his tongue that slithered inside you. The tip of his tonge wiggling on the hood of your clit before suckling, you whimpered his name, "Ji...!"

The orgasm you felt just from his mouth alone had you so sleepy, even coming down from the high though, tasting yourself on his mouth as he left wet kisses on you, you still wanted more,

and your husband of course read your body perfectly.

He slide off his underwear, climbing back on top or you leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, sliding his cock inside you with ease, you clenched down on him so quickly you heard a gasp of your named from his lips on your ear.

"I...love you.." Sanji strained out a moan, holding one of your hands and his other hand rubbing and holding your hip carefully, not to hurt you, "I love you."

You couldn't even respond, the sting of overtsimulation just had you hold him against your body closer as he did deep long strokes inside you, with each pump came out another moan from you both.

It has been a while since you both had sex, so sensitive wasn't even the right word to describe how you both were. It didn't take long for that same familiar knot arise inside your tummy, wrapping your legs around his damp hips to keep Sanji inside you, as a warning you were close.

Nothing but your moans and his cries of your name filled the hot room, you felt his cum nearly overflow inside you so much you whined at the sensation of being so full.

You wanted him to stay inside you, but your blonde didn't want to lay on top of your of course so he pulled you atop him, his hot hands rubbing your lower back.

"..thank you, Ji.." You kissed his scruffy beard making him giggle, as he looked at the blank ceiling, "I love you."

"Always come to me...for whatever you need okay? I'll always be ready to make this pregnancy easier for you." You hum in agreement at his stern words, "I love you, too mama...I love you."

[sagefurry]

so me and two friends were deciding what monster hunter monsters would post on facebook

Rathalos: posts "I hate my wife" memes everyday and tries to recapture his lost glory, because he still thinks he runs the architectural company he made with his wife and is very self-centered about the fact he's still technically the face of the company, even though he chose to not go on with the times when his wife did, leading to him not helping the company at all nowadays and everyone just tolerating him so they can enjoy his wife's presence (and her flips)

Rathian: posts about her architectural achievements and is the kind of person that posts live laugh love posts unironically. nobody really knows why she still tolerates Rathalos, but she really thinks she can fix him and that there's something beautiful inside him that if she just tries, she can get through to his good parts. thinks all the "I hate my wife" memes are just jokes. really fun at parties

Zinogre: posts about going to the gym and pictures of him flexing everyday, is super into cars because he can power his electric cars by himself. he's also very big into entomology. will go on rants about the "cars" movies if you let him because he hates how unrealistic it is

Gammoth: doesn't post anything on her own facebook page and doesn't check what any of her friends are doing on it but but runs the lesbian monster community page

Tigrex: posts conservative far-right propaganda and the wildest conspiracy theories youve ever heard, and is also every type of -phobe you can think of. posts pictures of him that have sunglasses and really big jeeps badly photoshopped onto them

Mizutsune: posts almost exclusively about anything gay pride related and uses his page as a curated gay art gallery. dunks on tigrex's posts whenever he can. takes pictures of himself while hes taking a bubble bath and reposts bath bomb videos.

Glavenus: was an edgelord sword-lover when he was a kid and posted about swords and skulls and motorcycles n shit. he took a break from social media in his teens to become an apprentice blacksmith. now middle-aged and is an accomplished blacksmith that posts about his craft whenever he can. still also posts about swords a lot.

Astalos: uses his personal facebook page for curating like a music gallery for music he likes, of any genre. hes a beginner guitar player that posts himself playing a lot. hes not very good but hes trying goddammit. also runs a music sharing community page.

Seregios: uses his page exclusively to provoke people and to post inflammatory stuff. especially likes getting a rise out of rathalos and tigrex, and also astalos because all you have to say to astalos to get him angry is tell him his taste in music sucks

Yian Garuga: self-proclaimed "metrosexual". posts dick pics and gym selfies of himself that no one wants to see except nargacuga. gasses up nargacuga's posts and sees it like a "bro thing" when he does it. he's very confused sexually and everyone knows that except him

Nargacuga: the resident gamer. posts videos of him playing video games extremely well and also posts pictures of himself in thigh highs and has a very e-girl kinda energy. very openly flirts with yian garuga under his posts but yian garuga doesnt get it

The Greats and the Dromes: all of them exclusively post in an nsfw community where all they do is share nsfw around. they use facebook for nothing else

Zamtrios: is a very successful mukbang and asmr creator. at the end of every mukbang hes inflated and he uses his inflated state to make asmr videos with the sounds coming from it. this was very weird to type out

Deviljho: dentist that reposts his tiktoks about dental health on his facebook page. his videos give out a very sinister and uncomfortable vibe even though he just sincerely wants to help people with their dental health. he also wants their teeth but he tries to fight that urge

Diablos: ex-trucker with anger issues that has a very thick southern american accent and got fired after wasting millions of dollars in company assets and causing one of the worst pile-ups in history. posts mainly about trucks, guns, and pretending he still has a job. surprisingly not as right-wing as you might think. probably has a grindr

Gold Rathian and Silver Rathalos: its them after couples therapy. they run their architectural facebook page together now after rathalos got over his inferiority complex. youd think him being silver and her being gold wouldve made his inferiority complex worse but the story about it is that he chose silver so rathian could get gold and thats his way of saying he wants his wife to be in the spotlight willingly this time

Ahtal-Ka: shes just a very sweet tailor that posts about her sewing and knitting projects to her facebook page and posts tutorials for stuff. big fan of kaiju movies and also bionicles, and she posts about her custom bionicles a lot too

Lagiacrus: has a huge catalog of fish she's fished up and streams herself fishing every day. has multiple world records in fishing achievements

Teostra, Amatsu, and Bazelgeuse: all of them use their facebook pages for furthering their political agendas for becoming president. teostra is far-right, amatsu is like centrist left, and bazelgeuse is the communist party

Seltas and Seltas Queen: seltas queen is a dommy mommy that posts bdsm videos with like 30 different seltas on a regular basis. the seltas dont actually do anything related to the account but they get paid to be there so theyre technically part of it

Valstrax: facebook comedian. has incredible comedic timing. is Jerma985 (bullfango-kelbi hybrid mix)

Nakarkos: really fucking old dude that talks about war history too much and posts videos of like american wars talking about how "kids nowadays with their darn phones that arent dying for our country"

Brachydios: owner of a very prolific demolition company who films buildings going down for clout on facebook. pays his employees surprisingly well. definitely got into legal trouble for demolishing non-condemned buildings before

Chameleos: runs one of those life hack content farms that post incredibly unhelpful, possibly untrue, sometimes dangerous life hacks for clout. no one actually knows he runs the account though. he definitely does it just because he thinks its funny

Nerscylla: really old lady that doesnt know how to use electronics and types her google searches into facebook and reposts videos of plants while saying something like "These are so wonderful!" to everything she sees that she likes

Shagaru Magala: christian parent thats a megachurch pastor and a televangelist. posts nothing but bible verses on her account and tells you that youre going to hell every single day of their life. gave her kid religious trauma

Gore Magala: depressed zoomer that listens to hyperpop and breakcore and lives off of monster energy and weed. got fucked up from shagaru constantly telling them that if they dont grow up right theyre gonna end up a chaotic gore and that has stuck with them for the rest of their life. just posts a lot of self-deprecating humor and vaguely worrying memes.

Kushala Daora: oppenheimer/amatsu's biggest fan. self proclaimed "centrist political analyst" that just so happens to agree with like every dictator and warmonger in history. will go out of their way to argue under the posts of like anyone thats left-leaning. loves seeing other people in pain.

Malfestio: blue-collar office worker that has no dreams in its life. posts like hypnosis videos on facebook that like are actually super popular but he doesnt feel like he can make a living off of it so he hasn't even tried yet

Duramboros: the activist. goes out and protests like every good cause out there. posts about charities and parades that are going on around. grows vegetables on its back to feed homeless people

[smolweeblets]

Would you be willing to write either headcanons or a oneshot about working out with Yelena. My gay little brain wants scenarios to think of when exercising

Minor Injuries

Yelena AOT x Reader

Going to the gym was nice. The atmosphere was nice, not that many people at the time you usually went and everything was kept clean. The people at your gym were nice too, offering help when you seemed like you needed it, sometimes you even found the occasional sticky not stuck on some of the machines with little motivational quotes.

Yet yourself found one teensy little problem… Which was that you found yourself always being stared at by another member, a tall and lanky blonde that was always by the treadmills.

You could always catch glimpses of her, and her turning away quickly after you catch her. Honestly, you dont know why she was just… looming over you like that. Was she judging you? You really cant tell. It was very creepy.

After your initial impression, you tended to avoid her. She took the hint and left you alone for the most part but you still couldnt shake off the weird feeling when she was around.

You two never interacted, until one day you find yourself in a small accident.

It wasnt anything big really, you just accidentally dropped a weight in your foot. Yelena found you hopping on one leg like a maniac and you wanted nothing more than to melt into the ground.

“Are… you okay?” She hesitantly asks.

“Yep! Im- uh- just a small accident!” You grit through your teeth.

“Do you need help-?”

You suck in a breath before responding. “No, I swear im all good!”

“I insist, at least just sit down for now. Hopping help with the pain at all.”

Having no reason to object, you calm yourself down just enough to take a seat on the nearest bench.

The woman takes your foot and winces when she sees the area.

“Is it that bad?” You sigh.

“Its gonna bruise pretty bad. Wait there a bit, ill get some things to help with the pain.” Before you could object, she was already out the room, leaving you to your own devices.

“Here, this should be able to help. Try to bear with it for the moment yeah?”

[insert procedure on minor blunt force trauma im not knowledgeable enough to write]

“Ah- I do have to admit, I feel somewhat better, thank you” You offer a grateful smile to the woman.

“No problem, whats your name by the way? We seem to always go here at the same time, I notice you struggling sometimes.” You heat up at the mention that shes been looking at you.

“Yeah,” You chuckle awkwardly. “I see you staring at me sometimes, honestly found it a little creepy, but im glad to know youre actually nice. My name is Y/n, nice to meet you” You offer your hand to shake, she takes it but you can see shes also flustered to hear that youve noticed her staring.

“Likewise. I didnt realize that my staring could be seen as creepy, I apologize for that. I can see why youd be weirded out. My name is Yelena.” She shook your hand, and you couldnt help but notice how smooth her hand felt against your own.

~~~~~

That was the start of a peaceful little friendship between the two of you.

She helped you out and gave you tips as much as she could. And in turn you gave her a reason to do something other than run on the treadmills.

You both loved to talk about trivial topics, how your days have been going, something funny you saw, or even what you had for breakfast that morning. She was a nice company to be around, and she was around a lot.

Despite your first impression of her getting off on the wrong foot, you find yourself quite attracted to her, you push the feeling down as best as you can, but thoughts linger in the back of your head during each interaction with her.

~~~~~

“Gah, im tired. Im gonna go now, you have fun.” You sighed as you started to tidy your stuff.

“Nah, leaving soon too. You got anywhere to be later?” Yelena took a sip out of her water bottle and slumped on a nearby bench.

“Thats kinda random, but no, why do you ask?” You paused and and looked at her.

“Wanna get some drinks together? Weve been friends for a while but havent seen each other anywhere other than the gym.” Yelena smiled softly to herself.

“Sure, sounds lovely!” You grinned.

A/n: This is not my best work so I apologize for the quality, i hope you still enjoy 😭❤️

[swifty-fox]

Still mota hockey au

Do you know who esle is on the team? You were sepaking of Curt (and Crosby?) But is there any other 100th with them

Croz is second string left ( bit of a grocery stick til he gets bumped from third to second with Douglass, then becomes a real Grinder)

Rosie's on first string with Buck (plays hard, passes well just an all around good guy)

Curt, final member of the first string trio (certified goon despite his height, sick dangle, nasty slapshot and his uppercut has claimed many a mans teeth)

^ original post of the AU but since this is no longer just a throwaway post lets talk about what these guys DO and also who else we got.

*cracks knuckles* its education time

So hockey is a pretty wild sport. it's fast paced as hell, few real breaks or stoppages. You can be playing for 17 minutes straight sometimes and this is active play. you are RUNNING (well, skating)

Basic setup of a team:

You've got your starting Goaltender. usually the older more experienced of the two and then a backup. Usually the starting goalie plays the whole game sometimes they switch off halfway through. backup tendy is there in case and injury happens or the starting tendy is playing a shit game. Usually they'll have extra reserves they can call up (One year Penguins had to pull their 4th level backup dude was literally away at college and had to be flown in. he was good but mad inconsistent)

Bucky is starting goaltender, his backup is Jack Kidd.

Then you have your defensemen. All hockey players are big bois usually. these guys are the big boys of the big boys. total number of D-men per play is 2 and usually a team will run the same combos of two because some guys have better chemistry than others. Usually theres 3-4 sets (or strings) of defensemen. They're categorized by skill level. So first string are the best, fourth would be worst/the new guys. Sometimes they'll switch it up and throw a new guy with first or second string so he can get some schooling

I think for Dmen first string we've got Alex and Demarco They're a solid set-up and Demarco plays REALLY well off Bucky they know where each other is instinctually.

Forwards First string are USUALLy the star players of any team. they're generally the faces of the franchise though sometimes the goaltenders fill that role too. Forwards also are a set of 3 instead of 2. Like I said above that trip is Buck, Rosie and Curt. Buck and Rosie are pretty standard forwards but Curt is a little unusual as he's also kind of the team goon (brawler)

generally D-men are the fighters. they don't tend to be high-scorers and yes Curt isn't as high scoring as Rosie or Buck but he's got a high assist score and is in a very respectable spot

(moment of appreciation for my fave Goon Reavo)

youve got two types of fights in a hockey game usually. one is very hot headed spur of the moment brawl. usually this is after a dirty hit and the refs try to break it up. What Reavo is doing here is more of a gentleman's fight. it's something both parties agree too and as you can see the refs still call and end to it but more when sensing when the guys are done. It's conducted in a certain way (holding the other guys shoulder) and hits are really only to the face. Fights are used to motivate the team and the crowd, to settle some tension or to warn a guy off of targeting a teammate.

I like Reaves cause he's a beast but he does it the right way, hes not trying to truly hurt anyone like some guys do.

Thats Curts job on top of scoring. he defends Gale a LOT

So Crosby is also a forward. His narrative is similar where he struggles a lot to find his groove and so he's third string with Bubbles and Murph at first. But part of hocky is knowing how to slot guys together so it's Gales idea to bump Crosby up to second string (so second in skill only to first string rosie curt and buck) and he does better there. He's with Douglas and Blakely

third string is Bubbles, Murph and Brady.

I think Babyface and Quinn are the two rookie defensemen

[shamefullyhornywrites]

Mike Schmidt x Chubby Reader

minors do not interact

its not mature mature but it does have themes and does lead there this is part one

this is a repost from my old account i... deleted it 5 mins ago idk why i was exercising and it just made sense at the time

i have an ao3 account which is how i still ahve this

didnt proofread this the first time mnot gonna do it the second time

kIopHHpo

fanfic

"Listen i know your trying to help or whatever but like i got it ok we dont need this." He shoves the hundred back in his pocket you had paid the babysitter when you got here to relieve her a whole hour before Mike got off, the babysitter was already long gone and he knew form pior experience that you just wouldnt take his money. Usually he paid them before after the last six times you did this but he was already running late and he just got out of the red at his new job.

Not that he'd let this go without a fight he wasnt some charity case, he could afford to pay his damn babysitter.

"its cool" you say shrugging at him, cooly you add "you know I dont need it, man" He grits his teeth trying not to sneer. Yeah he knows youve got the money.

"Still i can pay you back some other way."

"How Mike?" You hum clearly annoyed with having this conversation again. "Im not taking ANY money from you and Abby." He tries to offer something else anything he cant keep taking from you you money, your time hell your car that one time his wouldnt start. No matter how much you make as a factory worker or how much freedom you had when you moved away from your big family sooner or later you'll resent always being the one to pay up in this friendship.

And he cant make you hate him he cant have another person in his life hide their disdain for Abby your too important to him. He knows you would too youd bury it like you buryd your issues with your mom or your older sister youd bury and bury until you blow up and move across the state beause you cant take the guilt of hating your own suffocating family. You've lived there for 7 years Abby doesnt remeber a time without you inviting them over to color and cook. And he would miss you. The way you smiled with your whole body, your stance on frozen pizza brands, your quiet jokes to him when hes fighting sleep trying to convince him to let you drive "Your so tired mikey babe cmon." He cant lose you too .

"What are you gonna do for me?" You step closer to him you were the same height he mightve had a good inch on you but you were broader than him and carried your head high with a confidence that made people hear you even with your soft spoken nature. Mike never had the time to nurture such a thing.

Still he wasnt some helpless kid anymore hiding away as his parents argued desperatly trying to calm Abby as they're arguing got louder and louder. He tries to offer something else he cant give you but you interupt him "What, Mike?" You bump your chest into him pressing him against the counter tired of him rejecting your help tilting your head to the side you widen your eyes in challenge.

Mike scoffs looking away he's not going to do this with you not with the stink of work still wafting off him "Nevermind" face flush with anger fine he'll drop it clearly your combative today.

You werent done you loved this stupid man but damn did he piss you off some days "huh Mike. Gonna get on your goddamn knees for me!" You whisper yell still mindfull of Abby sleeping tomorrow was the weekend but she didnt need to be awake for this anyway.

He snaps his neck to look back at you,nose to nose hes sure you heard the way his breath hitched eyes wide his jaw drops.

"Cause we both know thats the only tangible thing you can offer me." He blinks shocked you would offer him the chance to do that for you he wasnt much to look at compared to you but its not like it would be much of a chore nothing with you ever was. He looks down at you gentle brown eyes bright with anger, curly hair frizzy without your conditoner you accidently left here last sleepover and forgot to grab for a week, soft stomach holding him against the hard coutnertop, thick thighs you loved to cover with thin leggings, a wide ass he felt once when you backed up into him and fell on him last fall at the apple orchard Abby and you had gasped with laughter after pulling him up and your heaving breasts pressed against his torso. You admitted to him once you liked to bounce them when you walk just for fun "I do it to my pony tail too, i swing my head." it spooked him he was worried youd seen him ogling and this was your way of calling him out but it was just a funny story to tell your best friend for you.

Your wearing favorite work sports-bra meaning it was so thin and worn it stopped holdng your girls up years ago it really only pressed them together. Through the worn cloth he could feel your hard nipples pressed against him, they stood up against the cold, the houses heating sucked. In his favorite sportsbra they hung low and heavy he gulps, one would overfill his hand while the other stuffed his mouth full.

"Abbys sleep." He states automatically "We'll have to go to my room." He whispers quiet, pupils dilated studying your face "We'll have to" He licks his lips your eyes follow "be quiet."

You scoff disgust filling your face

"im not gonna fuck you so you can feel good about letting me help you Michael." You sneer Mike balks as you back away from him. Did he ruin everything, he knows you were trying to be cruel knows you were trying to get it through his head that he didnt have to repay you, you just wanted to make a point and he the loser that he is jumped on the first chance to get in your pants "I care about you Michael." Your hands grip nothing as you shake your fists clearly frustrated "im not gonna appease your fucking martyr complex like that. I would never use you like that you. I help you because your my friend and i care about you. I dont need anymore than that and it’s fucking gross youd think id ever take advantage of you like that."

Mike grips the kitchen counter shaking his head through your speech he tries to tell you the truth he quietly stutters out attempts at words, at explanations while you glare at him angry tears in your eyes. You make your way to the door, this was enough of an argument for you neither of you were gonna change your mind neither could relent their side it was late technically very early morning you both had a long day youd come back tomorrow to call him an idiot and apoligize for going to far.

"Then just use me." He begs reaching for your fisted hand he holds it with two hands he opens his mouth to say more. (Let me be good for you,I just want you anyway I can,I want more than friendship have for awhile,I wake up sticky from dreams of you,I care about you too.) Nothing comes out. You wait patently tears dried hope a heavy lump in your throat. Your his best friend, known him for years you know when he wants to say more, ask for more. You can still see the want plain on his face you don’t say anything let him collect himself rubbing your thumb along the backside of his big hand the only comfort he will take.

"i mean. i uh dont want to fuck you to repay my debt. I just want to make you feel good" he lets go of your hand to rub his face harshly “ and I want to be with you in a relationship.”

The silence of the morning grips his throat he waits for you say something to deny the tension that soared tonight. To let him down gently but you don’t.

“I do too.” You smile bright, the gap between your teeth sweeten your smile it’s redundant like syrup on cupcakes, he loves it.

Mike lets out a manic giggle relief relaxes his shoulders and smiles wild he shakes his head. “I’m glad.”

It was late and you both worked so late neither of you had to work tomorrow but you were always on call and Mike was known to take any shifts he could get it would be smart to go to sleep but as you wrap soft arms around his neck and lean into his lips the night feels young.

He moans as you grind on him mouthing at his neck biting down his jaw.

“Mikey baby” he moans at the way you gasp out his name he unzips your jacket and gropes one of your boobs through your sports-bra. He goes to his knees ready to repay you in the way you demanded half an hour before.

You laugh loudly before shushing yourself when a creak echos through the house from Abby’s room Mike looks down the hall with wide eyes he looks back to you.

“Your room.” You insist pulling him up by his shoulders.

“ Yes !” He whimpers rushing up he and you both stagger to his room trying to keep quiet while Mike tries mouths along your skin out through layers of clothes on the way to his room.

i dont know how to seperate with the um 'keep reading' button

[blubushie]

whats the worst thing youve ever done?

I've been staring at this question for just under an hour now.

There's a few things. No one here (or anyone, even) will ever hear a word of them. They're between me and my conscience.

But a story I will tell you...

This is a dingo. Notice his body shape. The long muzzle, the small eyes that are built for the desert sun, the straight back, the slim head, the wide ears, the white tail tip and white toes that hint of a purebred. I shoot these.

This is not a dingo. Don't mind the pelt--there's black dingos too, especially further south. No, look at his body shape. His muzzle is too short, his eyes are too big, his skull is too wide, he has a dip in his back. This isn't a dingo, but it's not a dog either. This is a hybrid. I shoot these.

This is a dog. Not at dingo at all. Through-and-through, a domestic dog. Not a hint of wild ancenstry.

I shoot those too.

I don't like it, but money is money, and meat is meat, and I can't have favourites.

This was about an hour’s drive from the nearest town. All of these animals got out here over generations of domestic breeds mating with the dingos. These are wild animals at this point, not pets. A pet would never get this far from town on his own.

I spoke to a stationhand and he’d said he’d seen cars out here, on rare occasions, and that he thinks someone was dumping dogs. I figured it was bullshit, figured no one would be that big of an arsehole to leave a dog out there to die, but I decided that I’d test that theory. I didn’t do any long-range shooting that day. I’d spot a dog, get as close as I could, and I’d whistle. Most stopped, looked at me with confusion, and I’d shoot them. Wild animals.

But the last hour of light in the day, I see this dog in the distance, and this one didn’t look like a dingo. Thick tail like Misty’s, flopped ears, some kinda bitzer but definitely a dog. For those of you that don’t know: erect ears is a dominant trait in dogs. Floppy ears is recessive. That means both parents have to have the gene. That means it’s almost a certainty this dog didn’t have dingo blood.

Which means this dog didn’t have wild ancestors. He wasn’t feral, and there’s only one way he could’ve gotten all the way out here.

I got this sick feeling in my stomach and repeated what I’d been doing. I whistle. His head shoots up, tail raised, and my stomach plummets when he wags his tail. I whistle again, he looks at me, and I raise my rifle the second he comes running toward me. Just in case.

He was a sweetheart. Rushing to me, head lowered and tail wagging, whining like I was some angel sent from the heavens to deliver him from this hellish place. He licked my boots, he didn’t jump up. Well-behaved. I lay my rifle against the rocks and he starts licking my hands, my arms, whining all the while, wheezing and sneezing and I’ve never seen a dog so happy except when I brought Misty back to Australia and picked her up after she spent ten days alone in a M*lbourne quarantine facility.

He rolls over. Neutered male. “Good boy,” I praised, and I rubbed his stomach. He never stopped wagging. “Good boy.”

I grab my rifle, shoulder it, and make the walk back to Matilda. The dog follows me all the while. We finally get back after maybe a half-hour of walking, and I go about making dinner. I’ve got some pork. I cook it for us, we have dinner outside, I let him lick my plate. I figure I’ve just got myself a new pet. I call him Bitz, because us Aussies aren’t very creative, and he’s a bitzer. I bring out my swag, I lie down for bed, and the dog lies next to me.

The next morning I wake up to a pain in my left foot, and there’s Bitz with a fire in his eyes, currently trying to eat my foot. I don’t mean this in a funny “haha nibble” way, I mean he had his jaws locked around my ankle, he’s thrashing and snarling, and he’s trying to maul me. I kick him away with my right foot, he stares at me for a second, bares his teeth, and then he lunges at me. We’re wrestling in the dirt, he’s biting my legs and if I weren’t wearing jeans his teeth would’ve ripped right through. I’m yelling at him to stop, he’s not stopping, and finally I kick him with the heel of my boot and he jumps back and starts whimpering.

We both catch our breath.

When he approaches me again, I’ve got my knife ready. This time he doesn’t bite. He keeps his head low, ears back, haunches dropped and tail thumping, and he licks my arms. His behaviour says he’s sorry, that he doesn’t know what got into him, that the bush changed him the same way it changed me.

It hits me like a brick.

Someone loved this dog, once. At one point in his life, this dog knew the touch of his person. He knew the flavour of good food he didn’t have to fight for, he knew the comfort of his human stroking his ears. He might’ve played fetch, or tug of war, and someone loved him enough to teach him how to walk at my side, keeping pace with me, and not leave it. His lead manners were better than Misty’s.

Someone loved this dog once, and then one day they just… didn’t.

So they brought him out here, to the middle of fucking nowhere, and condemned him to death. Snakebite, or disease, or the elements, or starvation, or dogger’s bullet. They brought him here, and took off his collar, and they left him somewhere on the track, and they got back in their car, and they drove off and never looked back. Did he chase the car? Pursue it until his paws bled? Did he just stand there and watch, certain that they’d return for him? How long did he sit on the track and wait for them to come back? How long did it take him to realise they never would?

And here he was now, walking at my side as if he hadn’t just attacked me and tried to rip my foot off. Tongue out, tail wagging, looking at me like I’m the one what raises the sun. But he’d bitten me, and I can’t trust him not to do it again. I can’t trust him not to attack me in my sleep. If he attacks someone else, they’ll kill him. And they probably won’t be as merciful about it as I would.

So I led him over to a tree, and I sat down on the log, and he sat next to me. I put my rifle down, and when the tears came he licked them away because that’s just what dogs do. They’re always so fucking trusting. You can leave them to die in the middle of the bush, and they’ll trust the first person they see because dogs have too much love in their hearts to hold grudges.

I stopped crying, and he laid back down, facing away from me because he trusted me, more than I trusted him. We watched the sunrise together, and his ears swivelled to me when he heard me load my rifle, but he didn’t turn to look at me. He leant his weight on my foot, and he laid down, and he closed his eyes, and I stroked his ears because he’s a good boy.

The worst thing I ever did was put a bullet in a dog that trusted me.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

tagged by @ragnarokhound <3

name: kai (yes im a trans man named kai, its a good name, okay?)

pronouns: he/they

where do you call home: eh the general answer is west of england, midlands and up. theres a sentimental answer but its a pretty small area so im not gonna potentially dox myself in a tag game dhdjsjs

favourite animal: walrus all the way, baby! although my url is actually unrelated to my love of walruses. theyre just the best animals, theyre big old chunky boys with two big front teeth that can grow to over 3ft in length. when on land, they huddle together in cuddle piles. AND mama walruses can use their flippers to pick up their babies and cuddle them to their chest; tell me thats not the cutest thing youve heard today.

cereal of choice: im not really a cereal person or like a breakfast person at all, but if im having it, golden nuggets or nothin'

visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner: ...all of them? idk, it depends on what im learning. auditory probably less so than the others just because my auditory processing isnt just trash, its trash the binmen wont take.

first pet: my parents had four cats before they had me and my brother so i guess them? they were thomas, alfred, cally and misty. my uncle, who incidentally doesnt believe in seatbelts, named alfred.

favourite scent:

no but seriously i have a very strong scent of smell which is part of why im such a picky eater like im yet to meet a food that smelt bad and tasted good, but i just,,,, dont have a favourite scent?

my brother gave me a lynx body spray of his he didnt want pretty soon after i came out the third time, as trans this time, and its definitely a he got the spirit moment so i guess that.

do you believe in astrology: nah, its not my thing really. all the more to you if its yours as long as you dont try to ascribe my behaviour to me being a taurus, thats the mental illness or the autism or the adhd or the neurological disorder thats pushing my eyes out of my skull very slowly.

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: 28 which is more than i thought i had. right now, theres only like 3 im cycling through named dead reckoning, the old swan, and dutch angle / danish pastry.

sharpies or highlighters: yeah so like, we could never afford sharpies in my house so its highlighters my default. sharpies are like mega expensive in the uk and by mega expensive, i mean unaffordable for a child of a working class single parent.

songs that make you cry: hmm. thats kinda difficult because whether i cry depends almost entirely on my mood. if i had to name some, i guess id go with:

a little fall of rain, turning and empty chairs at empty tables from the london cast recording of les mis (its vital to specify this, okay?); george blagdens secret? recording of drink with me; breathe from in the heights; flowers, doubt comes in, promises, gone im gone, and we raise our cups from hadestown (are you sensing a theme yet?); unruly heart from the prom; here i go again specifically from the rock of ages musical (and NOT the tom cruise movie, i saw this musical live and i cried); i know where ive been by queen latifah, and also from pretty much any hairspray cast recording; if i met myself again, ugly in this ugly world and hes my boy from everybodys talking about jaime and i have sobbed at all three of these songs.

and finally: grandmas song, deep into the ground, he could be a star and once we were kids from billy elliot, and yes i cry at most of act 2, i was raised working class in a working class area that was once revered for its industry and has since been forgotten and left to drown in poverty, how am i meant to not cry at it?

songs that make you happy: hmm again. throw the entirety of the first mamma mia soundtrack onto the list. then welcome to paradise & coming clean by green day (when i was a very depressed teenager, listening to green day always made me feel better, both about the world and about myself); the irony of choking of a lifesaver by all time low because its moms favourite song of theirs and weve gone to see them live five times together; merry christmas maggie thatcher from billy elliot because fuck that bitch; legend of coco chanel from everybodys talking about jaime; sexy from the mean girls musical; do it for your lover by manel navarro; strangers & i dont want to talk about me by stereo jane (the strangers music video is so fucking bisexual yall); king of my heart by sub-radio; ghost ship of cannibal rats by billy talent; carpe diem by joker out; who the hell is edgar by teya and salena; let me entertain you by robbie williams because i sang it in karaoke as a 7 year old who did not know the words and then proceeded to get obsessed with robbie fucking williams for a while; slipping away by materia; and 68 guns by the alarm which is a funny little one because it reminds me of my dad but i still enjoy the song and ive made a conscious choice not to limit my music taste just because some asshole whos not even a good hobby ghost hunter likes it too, you know?

do you write/draw/create: all three! granted i havent done much of the first two in a while, but on my defense, losing 7-8 months worth of your memories kind of fucks you up and its oddly time consuming. also developing fainting attacks and spending a week in hospital while they fail to figure out whats wrong with you other than weirdly low blood pressure does not help. but i do have a drawing planned out to do and while i went a little too much detail on one small detail (i will justify it as soon as i actually finish it), im going to finish it. i also do origami pretty often as well as baking, and i am currently building a wooden replica of the titanic AND LISTEN, i started before the titan submersible stuff happened and i havent touched it yet because it just feels weird to, you know? also, i didnt even want to do the titanic, but like, good luck finding any starter kits that arent a) titanic and b) upwards of a £100. i would love to do a ss malolo or a mts stockholm but that aint happening and while i might be able to find an ss normandy or ss united states, im not gonna be able to afford. its titanic or bust which sucks.

tagging but no pressure: @bottlesandbarricades @vaellusvitutus @rad-roach

[starrynight-edits]

(man im sorry i really tried splitting this up to make it legible feel free to ignore like everything until the tldr)

do you think id be able to get a sprite edit for a dave lalonde? rose-swapped specifically i guess (im pretty sure, at least, but what do i know? lol) with like a muted grungy/comfy/emo? sorta fashion (think hoodies, flannel-prints and leggings. if youve seen art of any dave lalonde-rose swap you can just kinda base it off that, if that makes it any easier for you to comprehend what im throwin at you for any like, specific details: i kinda have really pointy teeth? like wayyyy too pointy. its like theres a whole fucking serrated knife in my mouth. so if you CAN maybe? try add that in? in some way? idk man do what you want lmao

hair-wise though maybe make it more of a Mess tm, and its a liiitttle bit longer than what youd see in dave lalonde art (like, shoulder length/neck length). yk with layers and stuff. and MAYBE if youre down for it you could,, idk make an alt version with a middle parting? if you could include some accessories that reference tmnt (Rise specifically but go nuts) or music thatd be Super cool of you

but like other than that Typical Dave Stuff (maybe with the dirk shades though, instead of the typical Dave Shades)

tl;dr: dave lalonde sprite edit with grungy-comfy-emo fashion, pointy-ass teeth (if you can), layered, messy-ish hair and like, halfway down the neck (with potential middle-parting alt), dirk's type of glasses, and MAYBE some accessories referencing music and Rottmnt if you can, please

big thanks my guy + feel free to take Literally as much time as you want with it if you still wanna chill and Not Do Sprite Edits i totally get it dude /gen

-dave l.

queued! Im not sure if i got everything but i tried sorry if theres anything missing :P

[dxsturbia]

I live here. I have never in my life heard of sirens going off for epilepsy or any other condition I’m not going to hurt your kid there’s very little of anything getting in the vents

Despite what you may feel about the poor and nicotine vapor is not actually smoke it’s oil or some kind of petroleum

If I already did I’m sorry I didn’t know how bad it was that’s over now

But youve enable the system and people are hollering at me

I understand why that is annoying as fuck

But this is not a crime out in the world this is not a crime all you need is an ID yes it’s like going to pick up a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes

Everybody’s got a vice and I get that there is a price to pay I’m not the queen of Sheba but this is gone too far now too long

You’ve been dragging your feet on filing because there is no reason to file

I’m in compliance with smoke-free I’m not completely in compliance with the clean air act apparently give somebody a break let them live at their house

You are not going to tell me what I can and cannot do you inside the privacy of my own home

You made a big to do about it and then accommodated my lease and you know why you did that because you were in the wrong this happened on your property you were responsible for it my trauma surrounding it it’s not gonna go away

You don’t know me it’s possible that you do know that this is normal for me but I pay my rent and I leave that office I do not bother you people I barely make maintenance request because my dad is an HVAC tech I leave you alone please leave me alone

[termagax]

i think the first time they reunite its been happening for a while. because its been like 5 years. but mostnof the external changes are pretty subtle unless you get up close. because i think the blu-ification starts close to the center of their chest and then goes out. save for the patch near where they inject it but either way you can mooostly cover it with clothes. so the main noticable thing is their hair which is hardcore thinning and also changing color it used to be naturally orange and now its growing in like a really greyish black. and theyve got like a stubby little tail and i think theyre still wearing glasses but their eyes are probably starting to change color and look Weird. and naturally theyre just probably a lot scrawnier and sicklier than they were last time he saw them but thats a given.

and then i think theres a year or so between that and the next time.they majorly see each other and i think by that point theyre not wearing glasses and theyve got a good proper amount of scales. tails still kind of stubby but its getting there. and then he sees them on/off every few weeks for like a year so he gets to see a lot of those changes as their happening for a bit

and then i think theyd dip out and really not see each other for maybe 2-3 years. which is when a lot of the big dramatic changes start so their fins start growing in and the gills happen and their teeth get all fucked up. and its all kind of still in the middle of happening but theyre more obviously some sort of Creature. and i think for the next 3ish years they see each other at least once every few months and he gets to see the teeth and gills come all the way in and the tail get substantial and i think at that point is when they fuck off to the boat for most of their time so he only really sees them when they roll back into town which i think is relatively rare. maybe once every six months? theres still like five years worth of time in here before rat comes into the picture and they become a full time trio so im sure i could come up with more details if you pressed me but thats the bones of it for neowwwww

when you lay the whole timeline out like this it gets crazy in my head because you essentially have roughly 18 years of empty space whrre you have to block out what to do with. if they were 20 when they met and 22 when everything exploded and 42 in present day. and ow2 (which is what im using as present) is roughly 2yrs after 1 (which for the sake of timeline is where i put the world tour crime spree). youve got to account for 22-40 essentially. which is a LOT of time for them to just have been fucking about but as far as we know thats all they were doing. hog is implied to have worked not just in junkertown but FOR DEZ. which. her timeline is its own beast. but implies junkertown got its shit together relatively quickly for there to have even been a government for her to like earn leadership of or whatever. and roadhog has been on the outskirts of that since the beginning. so thats usually what i accredit a lot of his time towards. being involved in whatever the wreckers do. sounds like a bodyguard or other sort of goon the way dez talks about him (i will not go on my tangent about this here). anyways hes spending his time fucking about in junkertown. getting a job. getting fired in some kind of horribly messy way. and moping. fish is decidedly not interested in junkertown outside of occassionally coming in to buy supplies or get fucked up or have sex with their shite situationship. so i think their free time is a lot more ambiguous. what WAS this guy even doing. who fucking knowssssss. probably not working. once theyve got the boat they pull up salvage from shipwrecks but what abt before that. who knows...

a lot of those rlly drastic changes were happening while they were on / off with hog so i like trying to categorize in my head where theyre at every time he sees them again.