#not even 10 am and my hands are still wet even after i washed them someone slice my limbs off

[triglycercule]

why is horror almost ALWAYS sweating bro this man must be a straight up water faucet with how much sweat he has in every horrortale panel. however it is for this reason that i think he has hyperhidrosis. hello my name is triglycercule and in this essay i will explain

[cringe--is--dead]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜

Incl. Umemiya, Hiragi, Tsubakino, Choji, Togame

Umemiya

Having grown up in a group home, Umemiya knows how to be the best care giver ever

That being said: he’s also insanely clingy and affectionate on his worst days

He’s attentive to a T

With Kotoha’s help he’s bringing you homemade soup, full of fresh veggies from his garden

He’s making you tea and keeping water bottles near by whenever you even mention wanting a drink

Sends his four kings out to watch over while he’s with you because he refuses to leave your side until your healthy— doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the flu

Still cuddles with you, despite you telling him he’ll get sick— he tells you his love and affection will make you feel better

Whenever your fever spikes he’s quickly getting a wet cloth, laying it on your forehead and humming a wordless tune or telling you stories softly

He’s there to wake you up whenever you have fever induced nightmares, and holds your hair back if you rush to the bathroom to be sick

If you even feel the tiniest bit insecure because you feel gross and greasy he shuts that down: by telling you:

“In sickness and in health!” “That’s— those are wedding vows?” “Ha, yeah! But think of them as…pre-engagement, pre-wedding vows now! Hey— your face is all red, did your fever spike again?”

If you’re far enough into your relationship he’ll help you bathe: his hands are gentle as he washes your hair, no wandering touches as he helps you clean your body

He’s so soft you nearly fall asleep in the water, lulled into a serene peace by his soft voice and gentle touches

He combs your hair once it’s dry enough, braiding it to keep it out of your face and wrapping you your freshly washed sheets you have no idea when he had time to clean

Overall; 11/10 to take care of you when you’re sick

Even if he does end up getting sick himself after

Hiragi

You probably got sick after he warned you to bring your coat with you or not to stay up too late let’s be real

Dad sighs and twitching eyes

But he’s buying all the best meds and electrolyte drinks

I personally believe this man knows how to cook so he’s making you homemade soup, congee and other things his mom used to make him when he was sick

Brings a type of lemon “candy” that helps with your throat, knows they work because he keeps them on him in case Kaji needs them

He stays with you, but he gives you space

1. Because he needs to make sure he doesn’t get sick— he has to take care of you firstly, and secondly he cannot let Umemeiya free of him for too long

2. Because he knows you’ll want space occasionally; to sleep, to rest, to regenerate your social battery

While you nap he’s cleaning around; washing and folding clothes, doing dishes, organizing your mail— he’s completely husband material

When you want him near he’ll have you lay your head on his lap, and he’ll run his fingers through your hair and read to you— literally any book you choose he’ll read without hesitation

He’ll be so attentive and supportive when you’re sick, and he makes sure to continue to give you vitamins even after to help you avoid being sick again

But even when you are he’ll be there again

15/10 he’s just so HUSBAND MATERIAL

Tsubakino

LOOK

if there’s one thing anyone knows about me it’s I am a Tsubaki stan first and a human second

that being said

I imagine him taking care of you being sick is, while sweet, also a bit panicky

I imagine he has this weirdly insane immune system so he’s hardly ever gotten sick, and he’s also an only child so this isn’t super familiar territory

but he tries

does so much research he might go a bit overboard

“My darling! I got cough medicine, fever reducers, cooling masks, some cough drops Hiragi suggested! I got some water bottles and Suo-chan suggested different teas— I wasn’t sure which one would be best so I got all six! Nirei-chan said to get electrolytes so I got different flavors of those! And Kotoha-chan made soup! And congee! And I can order more, in fact I have a few different soups on the way!”

he just hates seeing you feel so bad

he’s a ball of nerves around you, always checking in on you and asking what you want, what you need, what you’d like

you can’t even be annoyed he’s so sweet

he helps you bathe, much like Umemiya, he’s sweet and attentive

he brings over his own stuff too; bathbombs, shower steamers, hair masks, face masks

he can’t make the illness disappear but you’ll at least feel clean and good on the outside

he takes his time with your hair and face, and he’s basically your personal masseuse in the bath

you’re never felt so relaxed despite being as sick as a dog

even though you’re sick he’s still quick to press kisses to your cheeks and forehead, face red from fever, embarrassment, and lipstick stains now

paints your nails while you rest with a cold press on your head, tells you about the latest debacle between Umemeiya and Hiragi and Sugishita and Sakura

by a miracle he doesn’t get sick

and he stores all the leftover meds and electrolytes (there’s a lot) between your place and his so he’s prepared next time

overall: 1000000/10

realistically: 10/10 (but always 100000/10 in my eyes)

Choji

oh boy

o h b o y

let it be known you try to hide the fact you’re sick from him for as long as possible

read: you fail

he’s showing up at like 7am, waking you up and charging in

did he bring anything?

of course

he’s brought snacks

not healthy ones

you’re not hungry because you’re nauseous, so he just stores them in your fridge and comes to cuddle you

he’ll wait on your every command don’t get me wrong

want water? he’s grabbing you a glass

need to go to the bathroom? he’s helping you up and walking you there, waiting outside the door and helping you back

bored? he’ll tell you all the thoughts in his head! and there’s a lot!

hungry? he’s grabbing those snacks for you!

he’s attentive and sweet, but he definitely is spoiled by Togame so much he’s not entirely sure how to take care of a sick person

but he’s strong so he’ll just beat your illness for you!

he’ll hold you while you rest, turn your fan on when you say you’re hot, turn it off when you’re cold

he tries to braid your hair while you rest, it’s messy but he tried

he ends up getting sick before you’re even better yourself

now Togame is tasked with coming to your place and taking care of both of you

overall: 7/10

he tries he really does

but he charges in with no instructions and just love

which is great but doesn’t treat the flu

Togame

he probably has taken care of an ill choji (^) so he knows what he’s doing

the patience of a saint holy—

he comes to see you when you’re asleep, and he’s silent as he unpacks stuff from the nearby convention store

you wake up startled at him just chilling, probably drinking a ramune and reading something

he keeps his voice soft as he asks if you’re hungry or thirsty

helps you sit up as he hands you a water bottle, and if your hands are too shaky he’d holding it for you to drink out of

he won’t even let you open your mouth to apologize before he’s giving you that stupidly soft smile and telling you he’s happy to take care of you

he keeps the curtains shut so the light in your room is dim, and he brings in candles with your favorite scent so the lights don’t hurt your eyes and the scent helps you feel calmer

not much of a cook himself when it comes to specific food to help you, but he grabbed take out on the way and heats up the perfect portions whenever you’re hungry

not too much so you leave food on the plate but not too little so you’re still hungry after

the man that he is

can definitely see him massaging your hands, your arms and your shoulders cause you’re tense from feeling ill

keeps a bucket or a bag nearby in case you get sick and can’t make it to the toilet

does a little braid to keep your hair out of your face, jokes about how he learned how to braid his hair so he’d he perfect at it for you

tries to brew you tea, and either burns it or under-steeps it

you both opt for just water for the time being

doesn’t get sick, but definitely sleeps for an entire day after you’re healthy

you both do actually— a long sleep cuddled up together

overall; 13/15 i think i made myself fall more in love with him

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Mercs x M!Reader || How the Mercs Jerk Off +18

minors dni and get blocked

ambiguous genitals for Pyro

Scout

The stereotypical setup of "makes a night of it" sometimes only to end up frantically fucking his fist 10 minutes later as he gasps out your name breathlessly.

Most of the time though his man is a horny mess. Sneaks off to jack off frequently (like 2/month).

Has jerked off in the showers before but prefers his bedroom to relieve himself.

HUUUGE on fantasies. Always talking to himself and imagining you in various ways. His favorite is imagining you blowing him.

Usually lasts a short amount of time, but can recover extremely quickly.

Pyro

Oh. My. God. This is the HORNIEST mf alive when they're lucid. Yeah, they're a little awkward about how close they get to you, but everyone shrugs it off as them being socially unaware.

You smell so amazing to them, the smell of you looks so pretty to them in their head because of their synesthesia. Has embarrassingly gotten off to the colors and feeling of your voice and smell.

Your voice is a calming purple to them with a gentle rumbling against the bottom of their mind, the sound feels a sort of comfortable chilling ironically.

They refuse to do anything outside of their safe space- hell, considering that nobody even knows if Pyro needs to jerk off-

It HAS to be: right vibes, 3 am, locked door, calming smell candles, windows shut, etc etc

Soldier

Has a love/hate relationship with jerking off, he sees it as manly and masculine to release urges, but also weak to indulge himself in base desires.

A manly man thinking of another manly man like yourself? Well technically that's twice the amount of men. At first he assumed he was jealous of your physique, but then he drempt of you on top of him right about to push your-BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEEEEP 0600 SOLDIER TIME TO WORK

Awkward boners are his specialty, excusing himself to "go oversee the maggots" when you flex a particularily nice deadlift.

Less private than Pyro but still prefers a more private setting like in the woods, a bathroom stall, or just a spot he deemed far away enough from everyone else.

Most embarrassed about wet dreams where he can actually get off in his dreams, deeming that day "surprise laundry inspection/washing day"

Demo

He's pretty lax about jerking off to be honest, has probably drunkenly teased you about you should be careful about how often you keep your shirt off.

"Ey laddie, careful showin' those pecs around! Cannae imagine you'd like a man eyein' those tits of yours!" Of course it was a joke, you two were close like that. of course he was just teasing you.

Oh god he wanted to fuck your pecs. Unabashedly staring at your chest he imagined how nice his dick would look in-between your pecs, maybe scrunched against a tight wifebeater too oh fuck-

Reletively respectful of everyone's decentcy and only relieves himself either in his room or in the empty showers at 4 in the morning. He's probably only been caught once but never agains after that.

Cums a lot, that's why he prefers the shower wanks to quickly wash away the evidence.

Engie

This man is so fucking ashamed of touching himself to thoughts of you- much like he would be about thinking of anyone. He's got such a huge shame surrounding the whole thing but the evil voice in his head only made him strangely harder.

He imagined you wakling in on him as he whispered out your name and you shaming him as you slide up behind him as your hand wraps around his jerking him off all while telling him just how much of a pervert he is.

This man has the biggest undiscovered humiliation kink god it's so fucking pathetic (i deeply desire him)

Has jerked off in his workshop multiple times with the door deadbolted shut and a drill running to hide what he's doing.

Honestly prefers the feel of vaseline/nonsexy lube on his dick and it's a lot less suspicious to have that around.

Heavy

Doesn't often feel the need due to how high alert he is.

When Heavy is at ease he's more bearlike and chill rather than a hotblooded, horny-brained mess. When he does actually touch himself, he is extremely quiet in his bedroom and quick about the whole ordeal.

Has a nasty "habit" of thinking of you. He assumes it's because you're actually nice to him and he's not been around a woman in god knows how long. You're not womanly-like in the slightest but Heavy likes to think about his hands on your hips as he makes you whine.

Feels a stinging sense of guilt afterwards but generally shrugs the feeling off. It's not really such a bad thing if he keeps it to himself and keeps everything professional, right?

Sniper

I wrote a fic about how I generally feel Sniper jerks it here but I'll rephrase it here as a TLDR

This man is really fucking weird about jerking off to you. He HAS stolen something of yours to smell and fantasize with and if given the chance he WILL steal again.

HUGE scent kink and voyeur/creeping kink kind of like Engie in a way where he wants you to call him out on his bullshit.

Probably the most unprofessional about it. He has fondled himself as he watched you through his scope during battle and he will do it again.

Pretty quick ordeal overall to keep himself sane. He jacks off often and quickly to keep a baseline sense of sanity (pre-nut insanity is a thing and his diagnosis is terminal RIP)

Medic

Honestly I headcanon Medic not feeling a need to masturbate. His lust for you oozes out in his operations in some sort of gorey satisfaction in operations on the team. (think like, the taboo passion of physically rearranging someone's guts gets him off in a weird way.)

This isn't to say he gets sexually aroused by his experiments, it's just that the excitement of the thrills get cross-wired in his brain. When you drop your shirt on the floor to prep for an operation his dick twitches in his pants but that's literally it.

Flirts with you on the operating table <3

The only time he's actually masturbated is for experiements. (One was if he could create life without an egg and the second was to see how much cum could a healthy man extract out of him.)

Spy

This man is so hoity-toity about getting off it's almost a pain to write. It's an actual whole night for him. It starts with a nice bath with oils more expensive than your paycheck, then a professional massage, then a calming cigarette mixed with some top-grade cannabis in either a blunt or in a nice dessert. THEN FINALLY he lays himself down onto his pretty little bed and fucks himself.

And even then Spy has a routine to jerking off to really indulge himself. He starts slow and gentle with teasing touches that go lower and lower until he's strained against the fluffy bathrobe he is cuddled in.

Imagines you riding him a lot, but if he's in the mood to bottom, he slowly fucks himself with a pretty nice vibrator as he imagines you fucking him as your dick brushed against his prostate in the most delicious of ways.

This man is convinced that every other merc assumed that he gets too many bitches to need to masturbate and he fully intends to keep that assumption alive and well.

[ilys00ga]

𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

★ MASTERLIST.

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God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

[emlovslennon]

John was laying in bed after a long hard day of rehearsing for about 10 hours with his friends. Him, Paul, Stu, and Pete were all practicing until 10:00 AM to 10:00 PM. Needless to say, he was exhausted.

You were already asleep. You fell asleep about an hour before he was to come home. John decided to finally take off his glasses and pull the covers over himself, as he held your waist to get your body closer to him. Before he fell unconscious, however, he heard whimpering. Not a painful whimper, quite the opposite. He seemed taken aback at first, not realizing the problem was. That was until he felt you grind up against him and softly moan. You were having a wet dream.

“Birdie, hey, wake up sweet girl.” He whispered, lightly tapping your shoulder and placing his hand on your thigh.

“Mmh, john..” you said, half asleep.

“That’s it, love, Johnny’s here.” John cooed as his hand slithered up your inner thigh and started ti rub at your panties. You never wore shorts to bed, just felt more comfortable in nothing but just your underwear.

“J-john, your home?” You said groggy, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

“Mhm, just in time for my sweet girl to start thinking about me in her sleep. Ain’t that right, doll, hm? You were thinking about Johnny making you feel good?” John said teasingly, rubbing you faster. You bit your lip as you grabbed his arm.

“Yes, John, m want you so bad please.” You said, to be fair, you didn’t wanna fall back asleep cuz you were still extremely tired, fuck that. You’d rather be fucked.

“I know, baby. I heard all about it.” He chuckled, sliding your panties down your legs and throwing them to god knows where in his room. He spent no time shoving two fingers of his right hand inside you as he clasped your mouth shut with his left.

“Shhh, little girl. Don’t want mimi to hear us, now, do we?” He whispered, you nodded as you softly whimpered. John was a guitarist for a reason, he was immensely talented with his fingers. He reached spots you didn’t even think were possible to hit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. You like it when I finger your little cunt, love? Hm? You like it when I touch you like this? John said, his voice deep and low. You nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard it would bleed.

“J-John, I need you so bad, please. I missed you so much.” You quietly cried out. John smiled as he kissed your head. He took off his boxers and revealed his hard member to you. He slowly lined himself up, looking into your eyes as he pushed in. Your eyes flew to the back of your head as you covered your mouth to let out a loud moan. You felt so stretched and full and you loved it.

“Fuck, so tight. I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself, love.” John grunted.

“Don’t, please, want it so bad.” You whimpered out, your legs spreading wider to give him more room. John used that as a perfect opportunity to start pounding into you whilst covering your mouth again. Can’t forget about mimi.

“You like this, little girl? You like when I’m fucking you rough? My cute little whore. My fucking whore.” John panted out. You could feel your insides getting hotter and hotter, you knew you were about to cum.

“John i-“

“You gonna cum, yea? Do it, sweet thing.” John moaned out. That’s what let you go, it took everything it had in you to not scream as your orgasm washed over you. Just seeing your fucked out expressions made John follow in suit with you, cumming deep inside of you.

You ached, but you knew it was going to be a long night.

-

Hi hello I got bored so here’s a thing im back yay fun.

[asturniolos]

you too - matt s.

chapter 3 ; waistband

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

11:29am

maple syrup by the backseat lovers plays quietly throughout annie's car as we drive back to my apartment from our starbucks brunch.

i told her about my unexpected run-in with the 'matt' boy she told me about, but wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of admitting my attraction to him.

"so he asked for your number? and you seriously believe it was purely so that he could pay for your phone to be fixed?", annie taunts me. "you are so unbelievably naive sometimes, y/n."

i roll my eyes at her and turn up the volume. we're only a few minutes away from my apartment and, as much as i hate to admit it, i can't stop checking my phone hoping for a message from matt. all i can think about is him.

~

1:14pm

as much as i love winter, sometimes it gets a little too cold. like today.

the second annie dropped me home, i made myself a hot chocolate, got straight in bed, and took a nap for an hour. i woke up to a missed call, crossing my fingers that it was matt. unfortunately, it was just mr bryan asking me if i received the study material he sent me.

now, i'm in the shower attempting to get my mind off matt which, to no surprise, isn't working.

party for two by johnny orlando plays loudly throughout my bathroom and i sing along when the chorus begins-

and i could throw a party

without our friends,

just watch you dance,

and i won’t tell nobody

just you, me and the moon, baby

i squeeze some body wash onto my hand and start lathering myself with it while the song continues. after about a minute i step under the water, closing my eyes and feeling the soap running off my body. my hands slowly trail down my waist, stopping at my hips as the thought of matt slips into my mind. a smile spreads across my face and my eyes remain closed underneath the warm water. i take my hands off of my waist and bring them up to my chest, lightly touching my boobs with the thought of matt still flooding my mind. my fingers make their way down my stomach, hesitating just inches above my pussy. i pull them away, quickly taking a small step back out of the water and opening my eyes.

god. what am i doing? i met this guy just a few hours ago and i'm already imagining him touching me in the shower.

i reach for the tap and turn it all the way off, causing the water to come to a sudden stop. stepping out of the shower, i glance at my reflection in the mirror but can only make out a faint silhouette of myself in the fogged glass. i grab my pink towel off the rack beside me and wrap it tightly around my wet body. my hand reaches for the door handle but i pause when my music stops suddenly. the bathroom falls silent except for the faint drips of water coming from the shower head, followed by a faint ringing coming from my bedroom.

matt?

i swing open the bathroom door and quickly walk to my room to see my phone laying face down on my dresser. taking a deep breath, i walk over and pick the phone up.

unknown number.

i clear my throat and hover my thumb over the answer button for a moment before pressing it.

"hello?"

"hey, is this y/n? it's matt."

his voice sounds even hotter over the phone.

"yeah, hi matt. what's up?"

"what's your address? i can come to yours in ten and give you the money to get your phone fixed if you're free."

i look to my right and see my reflection in my mirror; wet hair, no makeup, and wearing nothing but a towel. there's no way i'm letting matt come to my apartment while i look like this.

i think for a moment before replying,

"can you just venmo me? i'm kinda busy right now."

"busy with..?", he questions.

"just, you know.. assignments and stuff.", i reply.

"if you don't want me to come over you could've just said that, you know."

"no i want you to come over, it's just-"

"you do?", he says, cutting me off.

i hear him let out a light chuckle.

shit.

i say nothing.

"text me your address. i'll be there in 10."

he hangs up.

fuck!

i hear the music on my speaker start playing again as i run to my wardrobe, picking out a pair of bike shorts and the first hoodie i see. then, walking back into my bathroom, i brush my dripping wet hair and twist it up into a claw clip, pulling some strands out at the front. as i spray my deodorant on underneath my hoodie, i hear a message notification ding from my phone. i sit the deodorant on the bathroom counter and rush back into my room. matt again.

*unknown number*: address?

i quickly type my address and apartment number into my phone and press send. he reads it instantly and doesn't reply.

i turn my phone off and throw it onto my bed before pulling open my makeup drawer and taking out my mascara and favourite clear gloss and applying them both.

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matt's pov

all i can hear is the loud taps of the heavy afternoon rain pelting down on the roof of my car as i speed down the highway as fast as i can. ever since running into y/n on the way to my lecture this morning, i've been dying to know more about her. as guilty as i feel for smashing her phone, a part of me is so glad that it happened considering i'm now on my way to her apartment.

mansion by lil skies starts playing through my car's speakers and i instantly reach over, turning the volume up and leaning back further in my seat. as the song begins, i can't help but imagine y/n's hands wrapped around my dick, slowly moving up and down while i drive. i let a deep breath out, feeling myself getting horny at the thought of her making me cum. as my car comes to a stop at a red light, i take my left hand off the wheel and lightly rub my dick through my black nike sweats. i bite my lip at the feeling and tilt my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and moaning softly to myself.

the car behind me honks loudly, causing me to focus my attention back on the road and at the now green light.

fuck, what am i doing.

i put my hand back on the wheel and keep driving.

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after about five more minutes, i finally begin pulling into the street that y/n's apartment is on. i take my left hand off of the wheel and place it on my lap. my head quickly shoots downward when i feel my boner through my sweats.

"shit."

after putting the car in park i slightly pull down my sweats and then reach into my boxers, grabbing my dick and tucking it underneath my waistband to hide it. for a moment i consider putting the car in drive and going home to do something about it, but the thought of missing out on seeing y/n again outweighs it.

i step out of my car and nervously walk up a few flights of stairs, and before i know it i'm standing face to face with her apartment door.

a/n ; hopefully this chapter is a little more interesting than the first two- next chapter will be out tomorrow, which does have some smut !! tysm for readinggg 💌

[im-leaking]

NSFW Omorashi

Holding until 12am challenge. It is 10:23pm and I kinda have to go. I’ll drink water at 11pm to make it harder but I don’t think I’m gonna make it until 12 because I’m at maybe 4/10, it’s not bad but it’s a little distracting.

11:00pm: I don’t have to go that badly maybe at a 5/10 but drinking water… I don’t know if I can hold much longer after that…

11:10pm: finished my drink. I do kinda have to go potty.. it’s not bad but pressing on my bladder is starting to… you know.

11:18pm: I tied myself up into a harness. I’m now naked, nearly leaked a tiny bit on the bed when tying it on myself. I tried to get the one rope around my bladder as tight as possible. It’s so embarrassing, I kinda have a wedgie and my pussy is already so wet and these ropes aren’t helping.. 😣

11:24pm: my pussy looks so cute squished between the rope. My little dick is so hard too and I’m playing with myself to make it harder. Still not bursting, just really excited. If I don’t get desperate I’ll extend the time and wait.

11:30pm: watching videos of people able to get relief while playing with myself.. I nearly had a little potty accident because I’m also spreading my legs wide… I might leak even though I don’t have to pee to bad. It’s maybe a 6/10 but masturbating makes it hard… 😣😣

11:38pm: MPH! I leaked a little.. I’m at a 7/10 and pressing my bladder is really starting to take affect. This video was so hot but when the girl started going (oh it looked like she had to potty so badly) I just let out a leak as if it was time for me to start going too! I need to hold. Not much longer.

11:41pm: this video is so hot. The girls are getting vibrators on them and they’re exploding in their pants… I really wanna go tinkle.. it’s only getting worse and worse… I’m so close to cumming too but I really cannot let myself.

11:47pm: listening to water noises and doing some omo challenges. I have to lay with my legs spread for a minute and not squirm and I feel like I’m about to piss the bed. It’s at a 9/10 now easily and pressing my bladder will probably make me explode, which is the next part of the challenge. The rope on my abdomen is making it so hard.. massaging my bladder now and I leaked a tiny bit. I don’t know if I can make it.. MPH.. leaked. BIG LEAK.

11:53pm: moved to the bathroom because I am about to SOAK.. still listening to water sounds. Now I’m sitting on the toilet still naked with my harness on listening to these noises and I’m trying to not let go right now. When it hits 11:59 I’m gonna flush and wash my hands with warm water the rest of the time. Touching my bladder is making my pussy leak and mmm I have to potty so so so bad… 😣 I’m spreading my legs now and my goodness these are the longest minutes ever. It’s 11:58 now and I only have a little longer. I keep dripping and… I don’t think I’m gonna hold when washing my hands..

11:59pm: DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR BUT MY RULE IS I HAVE TO WIPE IT CROUCHED WITH MY LEGS SPREAD. WERE GONNA HVAE A REPEAT OF THAT ONE TIME..

12:07pm: I didn’t take that long cleaning up. Had a few leaks and ended up grabbing my pussy to make it stop 😣 after I cleaned it up I jumped in the tub, laid down, spread my legs and started gushing when rubbing my dick. I was squirting all over and came so good 🤤

Mission: success! I made it to 12:00am!!

[bigwishes]

New Profession

This is my half of a trade with @idesofrevolution​

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It had been probably the longest work week you’d had in months, the holiday season meant lots to get done and lots of over time without the bonus pay. You’d heard talk about a new bar that had opened up down town and thought you should go check it out. As much as you wanted to stay in and rest there was a nagging in your head, telling you that you had to go out and it had to be tonight.

You texted a few friends trying to organise a group thing but everyone was busy. You had no choice but to go alone.

-- It was about 10pm when you finally made it to the bar, you’d checked the set line up and seen mostly indie folk bands performing until about 10:30 so you thought it’d be a good idea to skip that snooze fest and show up a bit before the alternative rock bands came on.

Inside was your fairly standard bar, nothing too out of the ordinary although you weren’t sure what you were expecting, it felt like you were still waiting for something, something different about this place but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. You weren’t entirely sure were to put yourself the sea of indie folk fans were moving out and a horde of alternate rock fans were pouring in. It was like a mismatched zoo of hipsters and stoners colliding. You clung to the bar anchoring yourself in the room and ordered a drink.

The bartender attempted to do a cool glass slide over to you but put too much force behind the swing, you watched as the glass shot into you hand and whilst you caught it the momentum was too much for the liquor inside. The dark liquor ran up the side of the glass like a mini tsunami and flew right into your lap. You weren’t sure what you were mad at more, the fact that it looks like you’ve now pissed your jeans or the fact that you paid $22 for a drink you didn’t even get a sip of.

“aw fuck man” you yelled out looking at your wet crotch and the puddle on the barstool. “yo man, I, Im so sorry” the bar tender sheepishly responded  “What the fuck am I gonna do?” “Hey listen, go use the staff bathroom round the back, clean up. There should be a pair of pants in the lost and found” The bartender took you round the back of the shelves and up to a slim metal door. Inside was a nice looking bathroom, well kept wooden aesthetic. This place definitely looks after its staff you thought to yourself. In the corner of the room was a small plastic box with lost and found taped to the front. You began digging through the clothes for something in your size and found a pair of shiny purple pants with a studded belt attached. Sure those pants were definitely....a statement and they smelt like they hadn’t been washed in a few weeks but it was better than going back out there looking like you couldn’t find a bathroom.

You took your wet jeans off and slipped into the other pair of pants. They felt grimy, like someone had spent the day sweating in them and then simply dried them out instead of washing them. You clicked the belt up and felt a chill run up your spine. You watched the muscles and sinew pulse under your skin. You legs and ass filled out the pants whilst your arms tightened into lengths of lean muscle tissue. A slight burning sensation was felt on your chest. Opening your shirt you saw small tattoos begin to form.

In shock you undid the belt and watched as your body reverted to normal. standing there in your underwear for a moment a devilish thought crossed your mind. The perfect chance to cut loose was right here, you could pretend to be someone else, act however you wanted and then go back to normal when it was all over. You did the belt up once again and smiled as you watched the changes unfold.

Leaving the bathroom you heard the bands begin to play and you wanted to get out in the crowd to see what you’d get away with. Hitting on as many guys as possible, dancing on tables, hell even a bar fight were just a few things that crossed your mind. But walking down the hallway you realised how hot it was in this bar, it must be from the amount of people packed inside. Your shirt started to cling to you...surely no one would miss it if you looked this good...and do you need to find body spray?, Nah, no one will notice in the crowd and who would care with you looking like this. You watched maybe the first 2 line ups on stage before you blacked out.

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You woke up the morning after in your bed. You felt groggy and hungover. Rubbing your head against your pillow your nose happened to drift past you pits and the stink of stale sweat and weed was so strong it made you screw up your face. You laughed realising you were still wearing the pants. As you took them off you expected your body to revert back instantly but it stayed the same, maybe the longer you wear em the longer you stay like this you thought. How long had you worn them for anyway? you picked up your phone to see it was 3pm.

“ha ha, fuuuuuck, what a night” you slurred out in a ratchet sentence

Your voice was grating, liked youd spent the past 12 hours you’d been blacked out for screaming. Maybe you did? as you tried to remember the past night you think at some point you found your way on stage screaming into a mic but you couldn’t be sure, but what you were sure of is after all that partying and sweating those pants must need a wash. You picked them up and took a sniff but to your surprise they smelt perfectly clean, in fact they smelt brand ned. The oily feeling of sweat in the fabric had gone and the smell of sweat and weed had been exchanged for the smell of fresh detergent....which is more than what can be said about you. Your skin felt oily from sweat being reabsorbed and your hair and pits smelt like you'd been smoking weed for a week.

You phone suddenly vibrated in your hand as you got a text. Boss: 3 people have gone home with food poisoning, I need you here in 20 minutes to cover the after work rush.

An unknown anger built up inside of you, you gritted your teeth and started muttering to yourself about corporate greed and cogs in a machine. Then you remembered, this body meant no real consequences right?

You snapped a pic of yourself and sent a reply.

“fuck you bossman, I ain’t doing shit for you, pay me my fuckin over time or I’m gonna smash your car windows in you fucking cunt”

You threw your phone on your bed and lit a joint left on your bedside table. With it gritted between your teeth you started pacing back and forth in your room venting out what felt like amazing lyrics that came to your head. “aaaaWWW FUCK MAN THIS SHIT WOULD SOUND SO GOOD”

You through on an old pair of jeans and dirty tee shirt and left the house knowing exactly where you had to go to vent this rage.

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It had been about 2 months since you quit your job and every day since then had been the same, wake up about 3-4pm have a lazy breakfast and then head to your bar to hang with a couple guys in the green room writing music. It felt like you’d know those guys for years. You’d perform every night for peanuts. The band was...okay-ish but in your eyes you were the best fucking singer and guitar player in the world, people just didn’t get your group’s sound or message you told yourself. Anyone that did say you sounded shit to your face ended up with a ring punch in the jaw. It was the same, wake up, rehearse, perform, drink enough vodka and smoke enough weed to kill an elephant then black out and wake up in bed.

You stopped expecting to change back, hell you couldn’t even remember what you used to look like merely 2 months ago, but with all the ass that was sitting on your dick from groupie guys obsessed with your cocky douchebag personality you didn’t care anymore, you wouldn’t want to go back even if you could.

[hydrangeyes]

Hair Day

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Alright- crack time, So why not do the good ol’ hair dye day?

Short? Super short (also abit old)

Established Dabi/Touya x Male reader

Short insight to personal Dabi theory, that no way did hair dye drip off that easily

Current 10/7/22: lololol If you can't tell I wrote this directly after the dabi hair reveal; man I still feel like it wasn't dye

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“Babe have you seen my-”

You pause mid speech, stunned at the view in front of you. Dabi standing in front of a mirror, hair almost completely white with a convenience store bag messing placed on the toilet.

Still in his (secretly favorite) robe you got him, and black streaks staining his face, he looks up at you in a bit of frustration.

You already knew about his identity and all but seeing his hair, this was a first. Dabi lets out a harsh breath from his nose as he looks at your reflection in the mirror.

“The gel washed out…so was thinking I’d permanently dye it this time.” He grumbles out the explanation and you chuckled softly.

Walking up to him you kiss his cheek and touch the ends of his apparently still-wet hair. You smile sweetly, rubbing light patterns on his hips.

“Mm pretty, what color?”

“Black I- wait you think it’s pretty.”

Dabi frowns looking at you like you’ve lost your mind then glances back at his hair in the mirror. You hum and lean onto his back wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Of course I do. I think everything about you is pretty. Beautiful, stunning, handsome, Gorge-”

Dabi tries to push his hand on your face to shut you up, but you can tell by the tension leaving him and how warm he was getting that he liked the compliments.

“Alright alright shut up. I get it…”

“If you want, I can wash the rest of this gel out and dye it for you?”

He turns in your hold to look at you. You try to hold back how silly the drying gel looked on his face. For the most part his face is unreadable, but you can feel how fast his heart was beating. You can tell how baffled and hesitant he was by the way he looked just barely into your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. It’ll be fun, can put on a movie, style it a bit to see what you like and then go ham with the dye. It’ll take a bit but it’ll be fun.”

Dabi leans down to press his forehead against yours taking a second to think about it. Dying his hair in the past was always such a hassle, it’s why he switched to gel. But the thought of you helping him do it tugged at something in him, coupled with the compliments…

He places a couple of kisses across your face before giving you a lazy grin.

“Hair day it is.”

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I have alot of headcanons about Dabi and how he treats his hair like shit. And all the time taken to get it an even color. (have you ever tried to die too light of bleached/hair? Ooooooof it takes forever (i say bleaching my hair again), and black dye on white hair? Lmao not 1 session, unless you want it grey and darker in certain areas for no reason

[ladylooch]

Nico hischier is so husband material. Like literally does anything for you. Your back hurts? He’s making you lay down so he can massage it.

I am missing sweet Nico. I’m going to use Nico and Lexi here to get the maximum sweetness. Hope you don’t mind 😘

Warnings: Swearing, Flufffffffy

Grittiness fill my eyes as I lean back in the elevator. I am returning for the first time after a long weekend shift at the hospital. My work as a pediatric nurse is feeling less and less rewarding these days. My feet are killing me. I’m so tired that I cannot even think straight. As the doors open, I cringe, remembering the state of the apartment when I left. Nico had been gone on a road trip and I didn’t have time to clean anything up before I headed for my shift. Now, he’ll be sleeping and I’m so exhausted, I don’t think I can muster any energy to clean. I’ll have to apologize for leaving our communal space such a mess.

I fumble in my bag, trying to find the keys to the apartment. I dig and dig to no avail. I’m getting increasingly frustrated, tears building in my eyes. I drop everything in my arms to the floor including my large, Yeti water bottle. I lean my head back towards the ceiling, resisting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. I am toddler level overtired. I need to get inside before I lose my shit completely.

The lock flips suddenly and the door opens to reveal Nico.

“You’re up?” I say startled.

“Yeah! Couldn’t wait to see you.” He grins, lunging forward to pull me into his arms. He feels so good against my tired and worn body. I turn my nose into his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smells like fresh body wash and his hair is still slightly wet. I kiss my way up his cheek as his lips trace along my collar bone. “Hi baby.” He murmurs.

“Hi Neeks. I missed you so much.” I keep my arms wrapped around him so he is stuck leaning down to hold me. His hands massage into my worn back muscles. I melt into his body. I can feel his smile against me as he moves his hands down to the backs of my thighs. He guides my legs around his waist, holding me up with one hand on my butt and gathering my dropped bags.��

“You tired?”

“Yeah and stressed. I had a hard shift.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to go right to bed?”

“No, I wanna hang out with you.”

“Okay, I’ll bring you to change.” He drops my bags by the couch then continues down the hall so I can change. “Actually, you should take a shower.”

“Do I smell?” I jolt back from him subconsciously.

“No. But I know you will feel better after a scalding shower.” He kisses my lips. “Hey, how did you get prettier while I was gone?”

“Oh stop.” I laugh, pushing his chest. 

“No, baby, I swear. You were at 25/10 and now you’re a 30…?” He moves my hand away, grabbing my hips to pull me flush with him. “I should help you undress. That’s what perfect boyfriends do.” He murmurs, kissing along my jaw. I close my eyes, threading my fingers through his hair and surrendering to him again.

“Neeks…”

“I know, sweets. Just taking your clothes off. Nothing else. But.. you know I want to right?”

“Me too.”

“Good. After your nap.”

“Yeah.”

He chuckles, pulling the top of my scrubs off. My pants come next and then my underwear. I take care of my socks myself. Nico turns the water on in the meantime. I reach for my pony tail, but he beats me to it, unwinding the elastic until my brown locks fall down. “31 now…” He whispers, letting his gaze stroke against all his favorite places before coming back to mine. “Enjoy your boiling.” He leaves after one more kiss.

Nico is right. The shower works wonders. The hot spray pounds my muscles and relaxes them. My hair gets a fresh scrub and my body exfoliated. I take my time, doing some of my specialty skin care to feel as beautiful as Nico insinuated earlier. I am thoroughly clean, lotioned and content when I head into our closet. I pull on Nico’s clothes- a Devils shirt and pair of sweatpants that hang off my frame in a comforting weight. I stop for a moment, bringing the collar to my nose and breathing in his scent. 

I run my hands through my wet strands to give them some volume while padding out to the main part of our apartment. My hand slowly falls from my head as I look around, realizing that Nico cleaned. There had been trash overflowing in the kitchen, dirty dishes in the sink. The counters were packed with pens and paper and mail and produce that was going bad. The living room pillows and blankets were strewn about. Laundry baskets of clean clothes made it impossible to use the whole couch. My eyes meet Nico’s. 

“You cleaned.”

“Yeah, you were on shift.”

“And you were on the road.” He shrugs, going into the refrigerator and pulling out mayo. That’s when I realize he is making us lunch. 

“I got home first.” 

“I’m so in love with you.” I whine, coming to bury my face in his back as he finishes folding our sandwiches together. “Thank you.” I kiss along the indent of his spine, then rest my cheek there again.

“You’re welcome. And I love you more.” He turns at the hips, handing me a plate. “What do you want to watch while we eat?”

“Nothing. I want to talk to you. Tell me all about your trip.” I insist.

“It was a little rough.” He sighs. 

“Tell me everything.” I say, crossing my legs on the couch and focusing in on him.

“We’re just… struggling.” He shakes his head, munching on a chip. “And I feel like I’m not leading well.”

“No way that is true.” I say after swallowing my first bite. His eyes meet mine. “You’re the perfect leader for this team. You were made for it.”

“Doesn’t feel like it right now.”

“I know you well enough to know you don’t want me to fix it. But promise me you’re being nice to yourself?”

“I am… For you.” 

We talk more about the trip through the remainder of the meal. By the time I’m finished eating, I’m so exhausted my eyes can barely stay open. The stress and frustration I had before has melted away with Nico’s love. Now, all that is left is the tiredness and hungover feeling from the long, work weekend.

“You need a nap.” All I can do is not wordlessly in agreement.

Nico wraps an arm around me while we head down the hall to bed. 

“You want me in here?”

“Yes. Missed your hot body next to mine.” I mumble. Nico pulls my side of the comforter back so I can crawl in. Once I’m settled, he tucks me in, then ghosts a hand lovingly over my hair. He closes the black out shades before turning on the air purifier for some white noise to drown out mid-day in the city.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna marry you.” I admit with hooded eyes as I watch him round the bed to his side. He chuckles as he tugs his sweatpants off, replacing them with shorts. “Tomorrow work for you?”

“Sure, sweets.” I smile then allow myself to submit to sleep. Nico pulls me into his chest, adjusting us into the perfect sleeping positions we have learned over the months we have been together. His lips skim mine, then he waits, listening for my breathing to even out before he responds.

“Even tomorrow wouldn’t be soon enough for me. Love you, Lex. Forever.”

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Day 10 Warmth./Claws.

MORE ANGST YAY Y'ALL GETTING FED EARLY TODAY

Cirwedh goes a little feral and accidentally scratches Fenn. Some angst follows. INCLUDES SOME MILD SPICE BC GLAD IS OUT OF THE CAVE HOUSE BAYBEE

She's been trouble since the day she was born—the smallest fit of emotion having dangerous consequences on the nature surrounding her—so you'd think Cirwedh would know better to control herself. Now, however, this body of her was dangerous in a new way.

Her head rolled back into the pile of furs beneath as a moan pushed past her lips, back arching and hands grasping for purchase on whatever they could reach as the vampire on top of her continued his eager movements. Somewhere outside the cave they had camped in a chorus of howling echoed through the darkness and as she reached her climax Cirwedh's voice joined the choir, her breath leaving as a white cloud in the cold Reach air. At the height of her pleasure the leaves across her body burst to life, and what little control she had over that beast inside slipped. Thick lashes fluttered as she let out another howl, her claws sinking into soft flesh as another wave of ecstasy washed over her. There was a sharp intake of breath, and the lips against her thigh shuddered as something cold trickled down her wrists.

"Fenn?" She rasped, almost hoarse as it came out. When she finally willed her eyes to open and looked down to where Fennorian lay nestled between her legs she was shocked to see blood running down his shoulders and her own hands; a sudden fear overtaking her.

"Y'ffre's breath! Fenn oh I'm so sorry!" Crying out as she scrambled to sit upright. As she came to her senses her nails shrank back to normal and she began spewing apologies. What started as a moment of passion had quickly become a cold pit of regret in her stomach as she pulled Fennorian into her arms and looked over the scratches covering his biceps. Fennorian was quick to take her hands in his and lay kisses to her knuckles, eyes still practically glowing from his previous exertion and chest heaving.

"They are only scratches, my love. One touch from you and they'll be gone without a trace, why are you worried so?"

Beneath the thundering of her own heart in her ears Cirwedh heard the words of those before him, calling monster, monster, monster. She shut her eyes against the noise and pulled her hands to her chest where she clenched them tightly and tried to calm her breathing. After a moment, soft kisses laid against her eyelids pulled her from the darkness growing in her mind, and she found herself searching for any comfort she could.

"I've hurt you, Fenn." She struggled not to sound pathetic, cheeks wet and voice trembling. "I let go and I hurt you, why aren't you scared?"

Fennorian sighed, and moved to wrap his arms around her. Despite the cold stone of the cave floor she remained surprisingly warm-bodied as he brought her into his embrace, their skin sticking together in the aftermath of their shared love. Despite what she'd say, he knew in his bones that no amount of claws or teeth would scare him from loving her as fiercely as he just had. He loves her mouth, which kissed him so tenderly but also tore flesh from bone. Her hands that so masterfully orchestrate death, but hold him with all the tenderness in the world. Why couldn't she see it?

Cirwedh felt the shift between them, and when she brought herself to look in his eyes all she saw was adoration. The blood on her fingers smeared his porcelain cheeks as she held his face in her hands and looked him over, brows knitted together.

"Fenn, I'm a monster-"

"Oh hush," he pressed a finger to her lips and cut her off, "Cirwedh we both know you're no more a monster than I am. Your claws, my fangs, what difference does it make when we're both exchanging blows?"

He had a point, she knew it, but Cirwedh was stubborn and for a moment she didn't even want to look at him for her shame was that heavy. She had promised herself she'd never let the beast inside hurt those she loved, but here they were in their most vulnerable form with his blood on her hands. She shrank under his gaze and held herself within his arms, retreating into the pattern of self-loathing she so often did after an emotional display like this. She wanted to disappear, to turn to dirt and never hurt another person again, but something kept pulling her back to the way his hands rubbed her shoulders and kneaded away her stress. She melted in his arms, and when finally she found the courage to face him, Cirwedh was met with soft eyes and a kind smile. She cracked, and threw her arms around his neck as he brought her in closer and rested his chin atop her head; nose buried in the wild tangle of white hair still disheveled from being messed about on the cave floor. Somehow he always knew what to say—something her previous lovers failed to achieve—and the cold pit in her stomach melted into something molten as he trailed kisses from her cheeks to her jaw, and down to the crook of her neck, eliciting a sweet whine as he nipped at the marks left behind the previous night.

"Either way, if these scratches are to be any reflection of my performance tonight I would gladly do it again." His lips brushing against sensitive skin with every word.

Cirwedh let her head fall to the side and shivered as his tongue tasted her flesh, hands moving to cover the marks she'd left and stitching the skin shut with whorls of blue and green magic. Glittering spores filled the air and when he brings his lips to hers flowers bud and grow up from the space they intertwine, filling the cave with their honeyed scent. Fennorians hands roamed her body and as they fell back into the furs with a shared laugh, any negative emotions Cirwedh had harbored melted with every touch of her lover, and through the rest of the night Fennorian made sure to show her just how much he meant every word. Claws or not, she'd always be his, and he'd be hers.

[scarybisexualteen]

Emily Prentiss X Fem User. First person,

Smut, soft dom, kinda switch.

I would love to get to her apartment, her cat? oh, she left it with Garcia, why? because it's going to get hot tonight.

She hands me some wine as she cooks dinner, we chat calmly, I haven't thought all her plans on me. I didn't knew how much of a good dom Emily Prentiss was.

We ate dinner, it was delicious, she's the best cook. I sigh softly and go to the bathroom as usual after I eat something that fills me up a lot. That's when I notice something in the bathroom more than makeup and other products, lube. I just don't want to ask her, I know it'll be awkward. I finish my stuff, wash my hands.. I get out. I can't see Emily, then she appears from her bedroom, holding a little box.

— This is for you, baby — She said, I grab the box, is lingerie. We've known eachother a lot and we have so much.. well, we can talk about anything together. She knows my exact size.

— So, the bra was difficult to get knowing you have the boobs of a 10 year old, but I did it — She adds. I chuckle, I know that. Compared to her bras mine are basically mostly sports bras. I see other thing, a thong. I gently ask

— Do you know I don't have anyone to show this to right? — She looks at me, one corner of her lip curling up as she held her wine cup. I realize.. she wants me to wear that for her.

I don't remember exactly what happened in the middle, but oh. Now I'm laying on her bed as she gently touches my insecurities, stretch marks, rolls, everything, we're both naked, but not quite doing anything really sexual, just chatting a bit. I can't help it, I'm aroused, but still I try to hide it. Emily doesn't look aroused at all. Probably she is, probably that damn pussy is wet, or not. Mine is, mine is wet as the ocean.

I sigh softly and look down at her breasts, they were extremely firm for someone her age, hell, every part of her body was even better than mine although she's older. I'm not jealous, but.. aroused.

— You like them? You can't stop staring. Every day you stare at my breasts and think I don't notice — Fuck! she was right. I laugh nervously, she laughs. She turns a bit and gently caressed my hair as she encouraged me to touch them, or suck them. I gulp hard, I never done this. Sex with anyone I mean.

I gently grab them, squeezing them nervously, fuck.. she looks at me with a smile. She started praising me as I touched her. Saying how much of a good girl I was, how much of a.. pretty little thing. She knows my soft spot. And seemingly my sweet one too

I feel her gently putting his hand between my legs and tracing my folds with her middle finger, she feels how wet I am. She's not mad, or anything. Just.. seemingly worried.

— Why didn't you told me you were aroused? It would have been so much quicker — I tried to answer, but in a second her face was between my legs as she licked me like a professional, I moan, my body tensed, It did felt good. A lot.

I came quickly, even quicker than I wanted.. and that's when she went to her closet. I gulp as she opens the doors and ask

— What size?

I look at her confused, and softly ask.

— What size what?..

— The dildo. For the strap on I mean..

I feel surprised.. I don't know what to say; I definitely don't want anything too small but not anything too hardcore.. so I awkwardly answer

— N..Normal?

She laughed and just grabbed one that, for me, looked perfect.. I see her putting on the harness, I.. I get even more aroused as I softly spread my legs. She gets between my legs and softly pushed in, I moan again, panting a little.

— No no.. baby, relax okay? It'll be okay.. Relax.. calm down.. we'll go at your pace.

I feel safe with her. Really safe. I relax.. she pushed all of it in and leaned down to kiss me. She rolled her hips a bit to stretch my warmth. She caressed my hair as I moaned, I looked at her.. she was so beautiful. I was already sweating. I sweat easily.

She smiled softly as she handed me a towel from near the bed. She gently wiped my armpits, making me giggle. I'm ticklish. She knows that. She laughed too

— You're so cute baby.. come on.

I let her wipe my armpits even though I'm holding back my laughter. She pulls back, and then.. started moving in and out of me, I moan, she's going to the perfect pace, steady, soft and not so slow. It's perfect.

She fucks me so good, praising me and gently touching my nipples. Oh, I can't last with her like that. Her boobs bounce as she fucked me. It was great.

I came quite quicker than both of us expected. She looked at me. I looked at her..

— ..I'm sorry — I gently said, looking at the wet mess I made. I squirted, and quite quickly.

— No need to, baby. You wanna keep going? — She asked, smiling softly. Fuck. I wanna make HER cum too. So I told her.

— ..I want to make you.. uhmn.. cum.

She smiled nicely, caressing my hair and took off the harness.

— Okay, how do you want to? You want to eat me out? Finger me? You wanna wear the strap on, sweetheart? — I didn't knew what to say. I gently grab the strap on and let her adjust it for me. I gulped hard as I got between her legs, I softly push in, she moans.. Fuck.. It's getting me even more excited now.

— Good girl.. come on.. Do it how you want it..

I'm seeing her losing control, is it because of me? or the dildo?.. The dildo I thought. But I was so wrong. She loved seeing me domming her, because I never had sex, and less dom someone. She was proud of me.

I gently start moving, she smiled as she rolled her eyes back. I keep going, now, I try going a bit harder. She smiled wider.

— Ooh! What a little.. Mhmh.. what a little good girl..

Fuck, I'm getting more aroused. I feel how she gets.. more open, for saying it somehow. I know that's good, I know she's aroused. I kept going. I got tired after some 20 minutes, that's when I felt her moaning louder, she came. She came!

I smiled.. but then she quickly took the strap on off me and smiled too, she put it on and started fucking me again, now a bit harder and faster.. I was ready fir that. It did felt good. She caressed my hair even. She was still being soft with me. Not in pace.

As we finish. I pant heavily. She took off the harness and threw it on the ground. She quickly shifted and hugged me softly.. I softly suck her breast. Like a baby. It relaxed me, and her too.

She smiled and caressed my hair as I fake nursed on her.. We both fell asleep. I fell asleep first as she hummed a tune I recognized as Chiquitita from ABBA.

It was the best day of my life.

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/11: Haunted

Pairing(s): Cherik (one-sided), Charles/Moira (implied)

Word Count: 686

Additional tags: modern AU, ghost!erik, cockblock!erik, jealous!erik, pining, angst, and they were roommates

Side note: finally something other than straight fluff, lmao. I swear I originally intended this to be slightly more comedic than angsty. But Erik said “No, I must pine,” and who am I to deny him? Also, the Cherik might not be completely one-sided, but Charles is a bit too angry and frustrated to deal with any other feelings, in this little fic at least.

———

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Charles, soaked through to the bone, glared at the apparition sitting at his table. The being didn’t look at him. Rather, they kept their focus on the kitchen sink currently gushing water out into the apartment floor. Gradually, the flow stopped.

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik said. His ghostly voice was aloof, as if he couldn’t care less about Moira’s ruined outfit, or the money Charles would likely have to spend on repairs. He still wouldn’t meet Charles’ gaze, however.

“And you feel as if you have a say in the matter because…?”

The spirit didn’t answer. Charles wasn’t surprised. Just this once, he thought that bringing a date home might have gone alright. That they could have a nice meal, a fun evening, maybe even a nice second romp in the morning, before parting ways.

He should have known better.

“Look, Erik,” Charles let out a sigh, sitting down across from the figure that had once been a living man. He did his best to ignore the wet squelch of his pants and boxers as he sat. His next stop should definitely be his bedroom though, preferably before he started to chafe. “I already promised that I wouldn’t have you exorcised, or force you out. I said it, I meant it, and I don’t go back on my word. But-” the other man finally looked at him, and Charles again found himself wondering what color his eyes had been, when he was alive. “-but we’re roommates, essentially. Nothing more. I’ve got a life that needs living.” At Erik’s scowl, he added a quick, “no offense intended, of course.”

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik repeated, a bit softer this time. Charles rolled his eyes. He’d begun shivering slightly, the cold Autumn air bleeding through the thin walls of his (their) apartment. He made a mental note to text Moira and make sure that she, similarly soaked as he, was safe and warm at home. For now, though, he rose up.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, voice flat. “Just as soon as I grab a few towels to…” he trailed off, watching the water recede, pool together, and evaporate in record time. Even the broken sink seemed to repair itself before his eyes. In any other circumstance, this would have been a shocking thing to witness. But after a year of living with a being such as Erik, almost nothing surprised him these days.

“Your clothes,” the ghost said, more apologetic than Charles expected.

“Never mind them. I’ll throw them in the wash.” He waved his hand dismissively, considering their conversation finished. “Good night, Erik.” An ironic sentiment, considering his evening after coming home had been anything but. He retreated to his bedroom, wet socks leaving a trail of footprints behind him, before closing the door, hard, behind him. A full stop on the end of an unspoken sentence. After a moment, the footprints evaporated too.

“Good night, Charles,” Erik said to the empty apartment kitchen. Now, alone again, it was his turn to sigh. To tuck his head into ghostly hands and wish, not for the first time nor the last, that the space in his chest where a heart may have resided didn’t clench so painfully any time he thought of himself without Charles. It wasn’t fair. He knew that. But at the same time…

He stood, in as much as an incorporeal being can, and made his way over to the closed door. Charles was showering. He could always tell where Charles was in this place, though he made sure never to peep or spy. And even now, while he could easily phase right through the wooden door, he only pressed a hand against it. Feeling the warm spirit radiating from the other man inside.

“Good night, Charles,” he said again, whispering as if he thought the other man might have heard him through the bedroom door and the en-suite. Other words burned in his stomach, but he knew there was really nothing more to say. Nothing that Charles would want to hear, at least.

[drvirgus]

Commitment & Responsibility

Yeji X Fem! Reader

Description: The life of Yeji and her Girlfriend Yn

Warnings: G!P Yeji, Smut, Angst

Chapter 10:

When did my life change so much? Was it when I became a manager? When I started dating Yeji? When... I left her?

Sighing, I crouched down to remove the items from the washing machine. I simply placed all the damp clothes in the basket.

Was it when JYP wanted to talk to me? Probably...

I lifted the basket and made my way to the clothes rack. There, I placed the basket on the floor and began hanging up the wet clothes.

But my thoughts kept drifting back to my life. At what point did I start feeling empty and exhausted? When did the best time of my life end?

——————————————————————————— Flashback Y/n's disappearance

My eyes looked at Yeji. I was still dressed in pajamas as I watched Yeji getting dressed. I bit my lip slightly.

Today... I would disappear.

I got up from the bed as I saw Yeji quietly leaving the room, thinking that I was still asleep. I smiled because she really tried to be quiet. I simply followed her.

Yeji noticed me as she was putting on her jacket. She looked at me in surprise. She thought I had the day off, even though I had quit my job a few days ago.

"Jagiya, you have the day off. You should rest," she said as she came closer to me. Her hand on my cheek as her eyes scanned my entire face.

I smiled as I leaned into her hand. "I love you, Yeji," I said, my face serious. Yeji smiled immediately as I looked straight into her beautiful almost black eyes.

My lips pressed together. "I... will always love you, Yeji. No matter what happens," I said softly, sighing. My eyes locked with hers.

I smiled. "Don't wait for me," I said. Yeji looked at me. She nodded her head. "Okay. I'll come straight home after we're done with the live tonight," she said.

She didn't understand...

I smiled as I nodded my head. Yeji zipped up her jacket. She gave me a kiss. "See you tonight, Jagiya," she said with a smile and opened the door.

My chest ached... Tonight... I wouldn't be here anymore...

I immediately grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn back to me. I swallowed to maintain a neutral expression.

"I love you," I said again, now much more serious than before. Yeji chuckled softly, "What's wrong with you?" she asked as she pulled me into a more intimate kiss. Her hands on my hips. "I love you," Yeji said now.

Sighing, I closed my eyes. "I love you so much... I just... want to see you happy. That's the most important thing to me," I said softly, almost breathlessly.

Yeji grinned and tightened her grip on me. "I am happy. I have you, our new music, and the others. I am truly happy," she replied, and I simply smiled.

"You should go now, Jagiya. You don't want to be late, hm?" I asked, chuckling. Yeji almost jumped at that. She quickly gave me another quick kiss on the lips and disappeared through the door.

But I still stood there. A smirk on my face, slowly turning into a sad sniffle. Tears had already gathered in my eyes.

Some tears escaped and rolled down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away as I took a deep breath.

I couldn't cry now...

My feet carried me back to the bedroom. There, I immediately grabbed the suitcase I had hidden at the back of the closet a few days ago.

I placed the open suitcase on the bed and started folding and packing all my clothes. It wasn't particularly difficult since I didn't have many things. Most of the time, I even walked around the apartment half-naked. Somehow... I didn't really like wearing pants. But I didn't like dresses either...

It was silent in the apartment. No music playing, no other sounds. The only thing you could hear was my breathing and the sound of me packing the clothes. The wardrobe now completely empty.

I had a whole day to get ready... Yeji wouldn't come until late in the evening...

After finishing packing the suitcase, I closed it and placed it by the door. Before leaving, I would take a shower, with fresh clothes waiting on the bed.

But first, I started cooking. Yeji... should eat something even if I'm not here. She should also order less food...

"Ouch," I hissed as I looked at my finger. Some blood was already dripping onto the floor. Quickly, I went to the sink and let water run over the wound. A sigh escaped me.

Today is a really shitty day...

With a bandage on my finger, I continued cooking. As I slid the food into the oven, I went to the sink to wash everything.

I cleaned the entire apartment. It should look spotless when Yeji comes back. She shouldn't... worry about it for now.

I made the whole apartment spotless. I mopped the floor and wiped all surfaces. I even cleaned all the windows. Something I really hated!

When I finished cleaning, I headed straight to the bathroom to take a proper shower. My eyes glanced at the clock. It was already quite late... I had spent the whole day cleaning the apartment and... preparing myself to disappear.

But should I really vanish without a word? Should I... lie to Yeji and tell her I cheated on her? Would it really be easier for her if she hates me?

Once I finished showering, I returned to the bedroom. My eyes fell on the sheet of paper on the desk. So, I sat down at the desk and picked up a pen.

But... writing a letter was harder than I thought. My eyes wandered to the many papers I had already written. But... none of them satisfied me. Somehow... I didn't even know what I really wanted to say...

Dear Yeji,

I write this letter with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes. I'm so sorry that I have to leave, but I can't stay any longer. Every day I spend here weighs heavier on my heart, and the pain becomes unbearable.

I want you to know that my decision to leave has nothing to do with you. You are the love of my life, and it breaks my heart to leave you like this. But I feel lost and unhappy in this relationship, and I can't fight anymore.

I've tried to make things better, but it seems like we're drifting further apart. I'm sorry for disappointing you and not being able to fulfill our shared dreams. You deserve someone who loves you unconditionally and makes you happy.

Please don't forget that you are wonderful and strong. You will find your way and deserve the happiness you seek. I hope that someday you will find peace in your heart and can let me go.

I will always love you, Yeji, but I have to go to find my own inner peace. Please forgive me and let both of us have the opportunity to find our own happiness.

With a broken heart, Y/n

Dissatisfied, I tore up the letter. Should I... really say that I'm dissatisfied in this relationship? No... I don't want to lie...

Yeji,

I can't take it anymore! It's enough! You have disappointed and hurt me so many times, and I can't continue in this toxic relationship. You have trampled on my feelings and made me look like a fool.

I tried to trust and understand you, but you repeatedly abused my patience and love. You only think of yourself and ignore my needs. I'm tired of constantly sacrificing and giving up my own dreams.

You have cheated and lied to me, and I can't pretend anymore that everything is okay. I've had enough of your empty promises and manipulative behavior. I deserve someone who respects me and is honest with me.

I'm leaving now and leaving you behind. I will build my own life and forget about you. You have broken me, but I will emerge stronger from this. You will see that you have lost me, and it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

You don't deserve me, Yeji, and I hope that one day you will realize what you have lost.

Y/n

Wow... okay... I didn't really know why I wrote that. I thought it would only make Yeji angry... but... I think it would break her even more...

I tore up that letter too...

Hello, my wonderful Yeji,

I hope this letter brings a smile to your face, just as you always do for me. It's hard for me to find the right words, but I want to tell you that I'm going to leave to find my own happiness.

Our time together has been full of ups and downs, but I will always carry the beautiful memories in my heart. You have filled my life with so much joy and love, and for that, I am infinitely grateful to you.

It's time for both of us to go our separate ways and focus on our personal goals and dreams. I want you to know that you deserve everything life has to offer. You are talented, strong, and inspiring.

Please understand that my decision to leave has nothing to do with you. It's a decision I had to make for myself to find my own fulfillment. But I will always carry you in my heart and wish you nothing but the best for your future.

I hope that we will cross paths again someday and our life journeys will intersect once more. Until then, I will cherish every minute of our time together and think of you with a smile.

With love and gratitude, Y/n

Yes... that was getting closer to what I want to say to her. But... not quite there yet... My heart felt heavy as I tore apart that letter as well.

I began to write another letter, tears streaming down my face as I carefully chose my words. Some tears fell onto the paper as I started to cry even more.

Dear Yeji,

I am writing this letter to let you know that I have left. I cleaned up the apartment, cooked food for you, and left the key behind. I'm sorry for leaving without a word, but I can't stay any longer.

I want you to understand that my decision to leave has nothing to do with you. It is a personal decision I had to make to continue my own life. I hope that one day you can accept that I am no longer here and find your own happiness.

I don't want you to search for me or try to contact me. It will only bring us both pain. Please respect my request for distance and try to focus on yourself.

Our journey together has come to an end, and I'm sorry for disappointing you. But I can't stay any longer and will follow my own path. Please don't think that you are to blame or that you did something wrong. It is simply a decision I had to make.

I wish you all the best for your future. You are a talented and wonderful person, and I hope you can fulfill all your dreams. Always remember that you deserve to be happy.

I will keep you in my heart, but I ask you to let me go and continue your own life. It will be difficult, but I believe that you are strong enough to do it.

Farewell, Yeji. I hope you find someone who loves you unconditionally and gives you what you deserve.

With a broken heart, Y/n

With a heavy heart, I placed the apartment key on top of the letter. Tears still filling my eyes, I slowly made my way out of the apartment.

Dragging my suitcase behind me, I called a taxi to pick me up in front of the building. Quietly, I turned back to look at my apartment as the taxi driver loaded my suitcase into the trunk.

"I... love you," I whispered once again, my voice barely audible. Then I climbed into the taxi, telling the driver where to go. The journey was mostly silent, and I stared out of the window lost in thought.

I... want to stay.

I don't want to leave!

At the train station, I waited for some time for the train. But before I could even board, a sudden dizziness swept over me, and everything went black.

The next thing I knew, people around me were tending to me with concern. That's all I could perceive.

——————————————————————————— Flashback End

"Y/n?"

My eyes widened as I was pulled out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around, realizing I was at my workplace. In my hand was the scanner, but I had been scanning aimlessly.

I turned my gaze towards the person standing in front of me. I gasped, my eyes growing even wider. I dropped the scanner as my hands instinctively covered my mouth.

"Yeji?"

[inkskinned]

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn't even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn't just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven't picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can't tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren't crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren't supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven't forgotten. what i'm saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it's hard, but you have to listen. i'm saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i'm not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i'll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

[therealnotta]

habit stacking is so great

I used to refer to it as setting up cues, but basically set up your life to work for you

I wash my hands after going to the bathroom, obvi. This is already a habit! This is a habit that won't stop, because I'll feel disgusting if I don't wash my hands!

I need to wash the dishes. I hate washing dishes. I'm never even in the kitchen, and whenever I am it's because I'm doing other things, like getting food. I'm not going to stop that to do dishes! The water is gross, the dishes are gross, zero stars.

But, if the soap to wash my hands is at the kitchen sink, well. My hands are already wet from washing my hands. And I'm not doing anything else. And ew, I want to take care of a couple of these dishes so I don't have to see them.

Habit stacking!! Take the thing you're already going to do and find a way to add the thing you need to do! It's great, my dishes are still a struggle but they're actually starting to get done now, 10/10