#not the movie but: impure thoughts

[tallaxia]

Brad Dourif as Tom Peterson - Jamaica Beat (1997)

[exdeputysonso]

Brad Dourif as Kevin Harrington | Impure Thoughts (1986)

[yeyinde]

hey in no way do I mean this in a rushing manner I was just wondering how the process is going for the richie jerimovich fic so far? I still have so much of your content that I haven’t read so I’m in no fear of a shortage I was just super excited to hear about a potential fic for his character! I hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait to see what comes of as far as your miguel fic either <3

Hiya!! It's coming along! I don't have an ETA right now, but it's sort of my little "this is for me" passion project so it's going to be lonnnnnnnng. We're already past 20K and barely any action is happening lmao but I don't have too much more to write, though, since I finished the ending and the beginning, so now it's just the middle bit between B and C that needs some work. Should be finished up soon-ish!

And ahhh, no worries! You def don't have to worry about apologising for asking about the stuff I said I'd write! It never feels like I'm being rushed, y'know? It's always kinda like a nice little, "hej, I'm interested in this thing ur doing and just checking in on it." I tend to bounce around projects a lot so it keeps me on track a bit.

I'm doing well, and I really hope you are, too!! Thank you so much for this!! 🖤

[kismetlotts]

cw: fluff, begins with smut, best friend Simon Riley, mentions of female masturbation, mentions of sex on the couch, mentions of sex against a wall, very minor mention of vomit, Simon falls first, Simon loves reader

Living with your best friend as your room-mate was as much of a blessing as it was challenge. Dull moments were inexistent with you two, movie-night Fridays turning into everyday as long as Simon didn't have to be up early. It felt like a hiatus away from the drama and loneliness of life before moving in together. If you had a bad day at work, you knew he would be at home waiting for you with a wide grin and a gob full of playful banter.

Simon knew you more than you knew yourself. If you were broken, Simon had the tools to fix you. If you were cold, Simon was there to warm you up, and if you lost yourself, lost your ways- who you really were- Simon could get you back with no problem.

He was your veins, the thing that kept you going and you loved him more than sunflowers loved a sunny day. The relationship between you two was always platonic so why now did you find your head in places it shouldn't be?

Find your eyes roaming down his wet, freshly-washed body while passing the bathroom. Biting your lip, shutting your eyes and storming away before you get caught or make an irrational choice. Asking yourself why can't he just shut the fucking door while he showers but why should he when you've seen it all before? When you're used to it?

Scolding yourself and banning all impure and dirty thoughts about him and what you could do to him: what you would do to him given the chance. Only for him to grab you by the chin and drag your face close to his, asking you some stupid question like if you ate the last packet of something or if you've seen where his favourite hoodie is.

Nailing up barricades to keep them thoughts out, only for him to go and loosen the screws. Let em' all in, fester in your mind until he's all you can think about, all you can get off to late at night in your room. Whispering out his name as you rub your pussy knowing he's only a few doors away.

And you knew it was impossible to read peoples minds, you knew that Simon had no idea what you were thinking but the way those deep brown eyes would flicker over your face, the way he would do absolutely nothing just too look back up at you and smirk, made you think otherwise. He couldn't read your mind, if he could he would've walked out on the friendship right away because that was all he was here for, right? The excruciatingly long eye contact, the air thick with an unspoken fog of tension- of course he was just here for friendship.

His tall muscular frame leant over the counter as he stirred his mug of coffee, hair a wild mess but you liked it that way. Muscles in his back, bulging beneath the baby-soft skin you'd brushed over times and times before. Your hands gripping the back of the couch as you watched him behind you, nails clawing deep into the fabric. God-you just wanted to rip his flesh apart, just pounce on him like a fucking lion and take exactly what you've wanted all this time. But no.

The metal of the teaspoon ripped through the tense silence as he bashed it against the mug. Thick fingers fisting through the handle as he spun around to you- taking a sip. Eyes holding yours while the liquid burnt and warmed his mouth; Hot.

"You were staring at my back. Have I got anything on it?" Face as stoic as usual but his tone thick with playful teasing. Your throat clogged with embarrassment and your face steamed with the same heat as his coffee cup, rolling your eyes and shifting your vision from him back to the television in front.

"Maybe." You sighed out.

"Oh? Well maybe you've got something on your back too then." There was a moment between you two before you looked back at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion as he took a step closer. Voice coming out husky as he leant in close to your face.

His breath on your face was making your mouth run dry and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. However all he did was reach over the couch and place his cup down on the table.

"Take off your top and I'll have a look for you." A laugh fell from your lips in an awkward panic. There was something hidden in his words and you weren't sure if he was trying to be funny or if the feeling you had hidden from him was mutual. You weren't sure if he wanted you out of your clothes so you can have passionate sex on the couch you share or if it was just banter over your excuse.

"I'm not taking my shirt off." You mumbled out. If he was joking how fucking embarrassing would it be if you actually did- and if he wasn't what were you getting yourself into? Sleeping with him would either make or break your whole relationship and it was fucking scary. You weren't in your happy, little dream world where Simon would fuck you against the wall and call you names, whisper in your ear about how long he had waited to slip inside you. How wet you were, how good you were being for him and how insane you were making him feel.

No, this was real life- real actions that have consequences and losing Simon was not an option.

"Okay."

His tone final and harsh but not in a bitter- angry way. More cutting, ending the conversation there but instead of following his natural human instinct to suddenly busy himself and move away or exit the room- he did not move.

In fact, his face moved even closer to you, something keeping him stood right there with his eyes holding yours and his head tilting to the right. Lips agape enough for you to see his tongue and some of his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he scanned your face. His eyes squinting at you like he was trying to work something out or understand your thoughts but the smirk he was holding back made you wonder if he already knew.

Made you think that maybe it wasn't your brain complicating things and turning you on so every minor detail about him made you throb and wither in an unbearable desire. Maybe Simon had a role in all of this too. Maybe he could've shut the door while showering, maybe he could've kept his eyes from so obviously wandering down to your lips, to your neck, to your cleavage, while you spoke to him.

Maybe you didn't change the way you saw Simon, maybe Simon changed it himself because he was sick of waiting around and falling first. So tired of gripping his thigh while your fingers reach in the bowl of popcorn, to engrossed in the film to notice how badly he wanted to take your hand in his.

So bored of telling you that you look fine in your outfit to go grocery shopping and not that the world stops spinning each time he looks at you. Not able to comprehend the men that fuss over how their bride should look because you could be in ripped clothes, covered in vomit with hair an absolute mess, no makeup and he would still believe nothing was more beautiful.

Nothing was perfect in the world, Simon knew that all too well, but somehow between all the shit, You, his best friend, was his perfect. So yeah, he would play the game of teasing you, nudging you and slipping a little closer than he should be, and he will continue until you're ready to confront it.

When you're no longer scared to lose Simon from your advances- despite the fact that would never even be the case- he will wait.

And even if you're never ready. Never make the move on him, never kiss him- let him fuck you into a nice marriage, a home with a family. He would still be with you until the very end, next to you, all warm and comfortable with his arms around you. Hugging you with a big protective smile because that's what best friends are for.

And he would rather die a friend and live happy, than die in a rushed relationship. Either way he gets to love you the same, ones just louder.

[icarussinclair]

I am falling apart, becoming, unbecoming and afraid. I listen to the thumps of my fetal heart on an old cassette player and I imagine myself back in my mother's womb where I floated, not quite a human yet. I look down at myself and shame crawls between the fibres of my muscles and eats at me like maggots. I pull one out and crush it under a rotted tooth. I've gone stale, but I know one day I'll find the courage to grow.

@mothercain (literally my muse ily)

Yap alert

I honestly love Ethel Cain's paranormal activity video (I started hearing shit when I tried to sleep after watching it). I loved horror as a kid (MLP started it), and I remember being so afraid at the same time. Like I craved watching horror movies but then I would cry all night cause I was literally seeing things out of fear. I used to tell myself if demons and monsters were real then so were god and angels and I'd try to calm myself down, but it would never work. I never felt tethered to the Abrahamic gods and it made me so scared. I was terrified cause I didn't feel what people around me told me I should be feeling when I prayed, and that led to me feeling unholy and impure. I genuinely thought I was a horrible person at 10. Once I started experimenting more with horror I fell in love with it more and the guilt kinda went away(?). I never had something paranormal happen to me (I could clock the reason behind every weird shit that happened), but I find it so fascinating to sit and listen to other people's experiences about things like that. I like thinking that otherworldly creatures could tickle our reality every once in a while.

[nostalgiclittlespace]

My Guide to Chasing away the Sads

(TW: Depression, mentions of SH and ED)

Nest. Moving around takes energy but boredom is not your friend. Gather everything you’re going to want or need, and settle comfortably.

Have a sweet treat. I have a major sweet tooth, and dessert always manages to cheer me up. Indulge yourself!

If you don’t have the energy for anything I else, then it’s perfectly okay to scroll through social media or watch TV. However, if you feel up to engaging with your hobbies, I would recommend them over idle content, as they are more efficient in cheering up.

If you are more inclined to watch something, though, I recommend having a YouTube playlist dedicated to things that make you laugh. Shorts from comedians, animal videos, TikTok compilations, fandom animatics—absolutely anything.

Rewatch comfort shows and movies as well!

Learn something new. It’s so easy to fall into boredom and shame, but learning something new is a great and productive distraction. With YouTube and internet articles, it’s something you can do from bed too. I love researching my hyperfocuses, since they are a sure fire way to get the dopamine flowing again.

Make a vent work, such as fic, art, diary entry, or just an imagined story line. I do this all the time, just as a way to outlet and process my thoughts. There is something so therapeutic about it. To me, there is something incredibly therapeutic about personifying depression, watching a character who embodies myself work through trauma, etc

Talk to friends or family. Whether it’s for a distraction or support; talking to others is really important for mental health.

Just let yourself feel it. It’s okay if your regression is impure; there’s nothing wrong with processing and feeling your emotions. If you need to cry, have a tantrum—whatever. You are a strong and wonderful person, even when having negative emotions.

Just remember to take care of yourself during this time; even if you are feeling at your worst, you deserve love and kindness. Eat properly, drink enough water, sleep, etc.

If you are struggling with SH or an ED which are triggered during this time, it’s especially important to take care of yourself. You don’t deserve to hurt. You are worthy of love. Let that love start with loving yourself and keeping up with the body you’re in.

It’s the most overused line ever; but you aren’t alone. We have such an amazing community here, filled with people who experience a lot of the same things: regression, trauma, depression, anxiety, queerness, and so much more. You are strong and capable, and I’m so proud of you for making it this far. I love you and I’m sending you so many hugs and much encouragement your way. You got this, friend, and I’m here for you!!!

Love, Marty 💗

[pascaloverx]

DEVIL (+18)

Summary: You are a demonic creature, capable of doing whatever you please, whenever you wish. Your goal on Earth is to terrorize as many souls as possible. Until, in a small community, you find the perfect victim for your mischievous games: Father Charlie Mayhew.

Author's Note: Honestly, I’m not sure if this story will have more than one chapter, but it will contain adult content and inappropriate language. Violence may also appear. Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. To anyone reading this story, I hope you enjoy it.

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How tedious human life is. Not to offend anyone, but you were already tired of all the petty, complicated, and disjointed problems humans have. Not doing what they want, fearing consequences, and not always seeking to take advantage of others makes humans seem so weak. Humans need automobiles to move around, they have no special powers, they feel guilty for the slightest act, and when they sin, they believe a priest can purify their wrongdoings.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. At least that's what the movies say I should say when I enter a confessional. Unless you'd prefer something more modern, like, 'Father, I really messed up. I committed an affront to good morals. Blah blah blah…'" You enter Father Charlie Mayhew's confessional, waiting for his response. You can hear the muffled chuckle he lets out at your casual way of speaking.

"It doesn't seem to me that you are truly repentant. Taking advantage of the informality with which you are speaking to me, may I ask what brings you here?" For a human, he has a voice that, in its more serious and deep tone, can be charming; it's easy to understand why he became a priest. With a voice like that, he could easily persuade you to be a devoted daughter of God, even if you were, in truth, a demon.

“Let’s say it was a call of nature. In truth, I’ve felt impure ever since I witnessed something terrible.” You say, trying to sound as human as possible, feeling as if your skin were burning from being inside the church. Just kidding; in reality, demons can be anywhere, even in religious places.

"What is it, my dear faithful of the Lord, that you witnessed?" Father Mayhew speaks with a certain nonchalance, as if he's almost sure he knows your answer. You try to catch a glimpse of him through the confessional booth’s small openings. He seems like the very embodiment of sin, perfectly crafted for thirsty thoughts.

"Father, I witnessed a delightful scene. It was a priest known for his youthful appearance and modern style, masturbating while thinking about the beautiful nun he had recently met. In fact, there was another moment that I witnessed. The moment when this same priest let the nun touch him in a sinful way. Oh, this priest's mind could only hope that these private moments would continue." You provoke him, subtly revealing that you know of his most intimate sins. The priest immediately steps out of his booth and opens the door to yours. His expression is furious, while you wear your most mischievous smile. Your attire catches him off guard, certainly. You’re dressed in a nun's habit, but entirely unlike the usual. Yours is red—the color of blood—with black lace details. It is the perfect blend of religion and sin, a nun’s habit styled like lingerie.

"What are you?" the priest asks, not in fear, but with a steady gaze fixed on you. You rise and slowly walk toward him, your steps deliberate, as he retreats. You can see his eyes searching for answers, trying to comprehend what you are.

"I am merely a concerned devotee, worried about who is managing this church, of course. Father, it shouldn’t be me reminding you that sin is wrong. But I think you already know it’s wrong—you just can’t stop. If the wounds on your back tell me anything, it’s that you enjoy punishing yourself for being a naughty boy. Let’s just say I’m your newest form of penance." You speak as you circle around Father Mayhew, who watches you with a gaze of fascination. In truth, you had peeked into the mortal priest’s sinful mind, discovering exactly how to become an irresistible vision for him.

"Why are you tormenting me?" Father Mayhew keeps his eyes fixed on you as you walk through the church, surveying what is supposed to be sacred ground. It’s remarkable, entering the so-called house of God, where sins lurk behind the angelic façade, just as Father Mayhew hides his dark thoughts beneath his cassock. You smile as your fingers glide over the candles, feeling the warmth of their flames between your fingertips.

"Me? Tormenting you? I’m simply fascinated by that devilishly handsome face of yours and the way you blend love for religion with the lust locked away inside you. Sister Megan must have had quite the time running her little fingers over you. Honestly, you, Father, are trouble, and I want to help you." You speak, captivated by the lust in his eyes, even as he remains partly afraid that you might be a punishment from the devil himself. You move closer, touching his cassock, tracing your finger over the places where he is wounded, where he hurt himself.

"More…" he whispers, closing his eyes as he feels your touch. He begins to moan softly from the pain you’re inflicting. Your fingers tighten their grip on the bruises on his back as he groans heavily. You bring your lips closer to the back of his neck, placing a few kisses there.

"Father, Father, Father. You're visibly excited in the middle of the church. What would the Bishop say about this? Or your faithful and devoted followers, who trust that their priest will be the purest of men?" You speak softly against the back of his neck, feeling him shiver. He turns to look at you, eyes thirsty for the pleasure of the flesh.

"It doesn’t matter, not really. 1 John 1:9, 'If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.' God, in His glory, will understand that in the face of temptation, I could not resist my sinful nature, and for that, I have failed in His eyes." Father Mayhew speaks, his eyes lingering on every detail of your face, but especially your lips. In his depraved mind, he’s already imagining. Imagining how his cock would fit perfectly between your lips, or how your moans must be as delicious as the tone of your voice. He lets his imagination of touching you, tasting you take over and lightly places his fingers under your lips, massaging them.

"Father, you are a perfect creature, but you are trapped beneath this mask of a devout religious man. I promise I will return here to unlock your true potential. Until then, remain under the flame of lust. Oh, and keep recording those workout videos; you have no idea how many souls your face and body corrupt. Now, to seal our first encounter together, repeat after me: I, Father Charlie Mayhew, accept your demonic presence to torment me for as long as necessary, committing myself to serve you." You say, gazing deeply into his eyes, as he seems lost in you. It takes him a moment to repeat your words, his eyes lingering on your attire, contemplating the implications of becoming entangled with you.

"Was that all?" He asks after repeating your words, his tone low as if he’s embarrassed. "When will I see you again?" There’s a note of desperation in Father Mayhew's question, as he watches you, trying to memorize every detail. You smile, thinking that he probably wants to remember you so he can indulge in pleasure later.

"You'll see me when the time is right. In the meantime, keep being a naughty boy," you say, caressing his face. Then, with a single finger, you touch his lips, slicing them open. He lets out a soft moan as blood begins to seep from his mouth. "Now it's time for my triumphant exit. Goodbye, Father," you say, leaning in to kiss him, as if to draw his very soul through his lips. The taste of his blood lingers in your mouth, sealing the recent pact between you. You lick his lips and then disappear. Like an illusion, you are no longer there.

[mandarinmoons]

SLUMBER PARTY WITH REID!!

brainiac bsf surprises you when your feeling down with the idea of sleep over. pretty boy has never had a sleep over, but boy does he wanna sleep over with you. he suggests a movie and chinese takeout but you’ve got things to add to that list. you get him to do face masks with you and convince him to let you paint his nails pink and he feigns annoyance but he’s actually just happy to see you in a happy mood. you best bet he will be shy coming into work with those rose colored nails, that he isn’t a fan of, but at least his face is as smooth as a baby’s bum 😭😭

“Spence, hold still or else I’ll get the nail polish on your fingers!”

Spencer sighed as you tightened your grip on his hand and carefully applied the pink paint on his fingernails. He smiled to himself seeing how your tongue poked out of your mouth in concentration, he thought you looked adorable.

This is not how he expected his evening to go. Spencer mentioned how he’s never been to a sleepover before and suggested having one seeing how you’d been a bit down lately. What he thought would be you two cuddling under the sheets, having some take out while watching a movie, turned into something else very fast. The second you heard the word “sleepover” your mind went straight to doing face masks and painting each other’s nails, which you were currently doing. 

“Okay and… done! Don’t touch them for a few minutes to let them dry.”

Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together as he tried to get used to the feeling of the polish on his fingers. It looked nice but the fumes were making him feel a bit dizzy, but he didn’t say a word to you as he saw how happy you seemed for the first time in a while.

This is going to be fun explaining to Morgan

“How does your face feel?”

“It feels a bit… tight,” Spencer’s answer was mumbled as the clay mask he had on made it hard to move his face. You chuckled as you saw him try to move his face in order to gain some sort of feeling back, but the beauty product rendered it useless.

“That means it’s time to take it off. Let me help.”

You took a damp washcloth and gently ran it over Spencer’s face, removing the mask and the impurities it took with it.

Spencer felt as though he could fall asleep right then and there, you ran the cloth over his face so lightly and he felt so well loved and taken care of. He didn’t think humans had the ability to be this tender until he met you.

“All nice and clean,” you ran your thumb over his cheek, feeling the effect the mask left on his skin.

“It feels nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Spencer nodded and you kissed his cheek, your lips barely making contact with his skin. Spencer reached out and pulled you closer to him, your nose squishing against his cheek in the process which caused both of you to laugh.

“I’m really glad we did this.”

“I am too.”

Taking Spencer’s hand into your own, you ran your thumb over his fingers, taking in the hard work you put into them.

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I made a mistake.”

“What do you mean? I think they look nice.”

“No, I mean yeah they look good, but this is so not your color.”

Spencer rolled his eyes as you chuckled and kissed his cheek again.

“It only means I get to paint your nails again.”

“Whatever it takes to make you happy, angel.”

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[ddostoyevskyy]

fem!reader (body description), mild nsfw, kinda threesome-ish (?), fantasizing. I do not condone sex between minors so this wasn’t really detailed, it’s just them having impure thoughts because, well... they’re teenagers.

Being childhood friends with Katsuki and Izuku until their teenager years in UA where they noticed the sudden change of your body; your hips seems to get wider, your chest seems to becoming prominent under your shirt, and thighs becoming a bit fuller than before. You were always used to have them at close proximity, but at this time, it seems like both of them will never not be flustered everytime you greet them with a tight hug, or shifting your thighs around their lap as you watch movies and the way both of them always have the same flustered rejection when you ask for a sleepovers.

You were quite confused at first. But when you finally noticed the lingering stares that both of them offers, at the same time — you never looked the same at each other then and there.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... this is me with my childhood boy friend... now we’re not fwb, but friends with feelings, lol. (we never got to be in a relationship... we’re both busy with college life)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[targaryenluvs]

MAKE YOU STAY / EDDIE DIAZ

PAIRING: Dark!Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Your attempt to leave Eddie won’t work, because he won’t let them, or you.

WARNINGS: Obsession, guilt trip, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual content, manipulation gaslighting & entrapment.

WORDCOUNT: 2.3K Words

A/N: Happy season 7 launch!! I got inspired slightly by @megalony and her new Dark Evan series go check it out!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Life with Eddie use to be everything you could ever dream of. Whether it be slow mornings getting ready together, sharing a shower and helping Chris get ready. Or an absolute hurricane ripping through your home whilst the three of you stumble over each other to get ready after a sleep in.

No matter the time of day, you loved whatever you were doing, as long as they were by your side.

And Eddie’s protectiveness use to be just another aspect of your relationship you loved, until you opened your eyes.

It use to be small, his anger.

An incessant colleague reaching out for tips and aid in a new project, you being a senior member meaning it wasn’t uncommon for people to reach out to you. You were one of the best workers at the company, well respected and loved as well as brilliant. And always willing to help someone in need.

He use to love that about you. Until it followed you home.

Chris was currently at a friends house, leaving the two of you to an inside date night, “Now on what planet would I ever sit and watch four movies with the title ‘Die Hard’. You sure as hell can’t die that many times.” Eddie shook his head as you refilled each of your respective glasses.

“Sure you can, just ask Chimney.” You gasped before swatting Eddies arm, “Be nice! And put on our show.” The murmuring voices of your favourite characters was more than enough to lull you into his arms, content washing over you. Your ringing phone however, was ready to disturb the peace Eddie had longed for all day.

“Let me just grab this.” His hand scooped your phone up before you could, “Just get it later.” His dismissive tone made you frown, “Give me my phone, please.” You leaned over to snatch it, walking into the hallway. Eddie couldn’t help but massage his temple, did you seriously chose a phone call over peace and quiet in his arms?

He hadn’t noticed how often you picked up your phone, until it interrupted him. It happened often. When the two of you were cooking together, soft music and ambience long forgotten. Almost falling asleep, cuddling, and out of the blue the world was falling apart without you. Eddie thought he could handle it, you were needed, that wasn’t your fault, right? But what he also couldn’t handle was the secretive nature.

Why did you always walk away? Were you hiding something?

And now you were coming home later, clanging into the house at 11, or 12. Sometimes even later. “Where were you?” Eddie stood by the door as you hung your jacket, “Jesus, you scared me E.” His arms were crossed, shoulders tense as you made your way to him, a smile too wide for his liking. “Work ran late, m’ sorry.” As you walked away, his hand caught onto your wrist.

“Ow, let go.” Eddies grip loosened as you retracted your arm, soothing it, “What is your problem?” You looked up to view a sweet smile, “Nothing, just worried about you. When you didn’t call, I got so scared. This world, it’s scary Y/n, you know that, especially during these times.”

Your eyes watered involuntarily at his saddened demeanour, “Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry, I should’ve called. That’s my fault, forgive me?” Your arms came around his neck, before trailing down to his chest, playing with his name tag. “I forgive you, I can also think of a way you can make it up to me.”

His smile was mischievous, and intentions impure. “Oh? And what would that be Mr Diaz?” His hand was heavy on your back and slithering lower by the second, “I think we have an appointment with a bed tonight.”

“I have work tomorrow, so do you.”

“Cmon, for me?” His eyes were pure evil, and you were more than happy to give in, even if you were tired. Really damn tired, but he wanted you, so you should give in right? You did give him a fright. “Take me away Diaz.”

If you’d noticed the signs earlier, maybe you could’ve gotten away. His jealousy, when it did rear its head, was an ugly shade of green.

A late night, again.

Eddie had been by the door for 10, sitting for 20, pacing the kitchen and stress-eating for another 10 before he finally settled into bed. Wide awake of course. The opening of his bedroom door caused him to stir. He watched as you slowly moved around, placing your stuff away, putting your phone on charge and then changing.

He sat upright as you yelped, “Eddie! You scared me, again! Why are you sitting in the dark?” His face was drained of warmth, skin cold to the touch. “Was waiting for you, again.” You frowned at his words, “Baby, you know I’m late these days. Better for you to go to sleep than wait up.” He shook his head, burying his head into your stomach as his body relaxed. Your hands raked through his hair gently, “I think you should consider working from home.”

Your hands stopped in their tracks, working from home? The last time you worked from home was during lockdown, and you’d driven yourself half mad. “Why is that?” Eddie glanced up at you, “You’re barely home, Chris misses you, I miss you. Don’t you want to be with us?” You took a deep breath in before smiling, “Of course I do. I- I’ll see what I can do baby.”

His hands quickly dragged you into bed, “Knew you’d understand amor.” Eddie rested his head in the crook of your neck, his hands slowly making their way underneath your shirt.

“Sweetie, I’m tried.”

“I missed you.” You relented, letting him continue. It seemed to be all you were doing these days, bending backwards and over to please him, literally.

The first time you noticed his behaviour was also when you realised you needed space. Not that he’d give it to you. A new coworker, Harry, had invited not only yourself, but your friend Aleya and Jack out to lunch.

He was a nice guy, very eager to learn and never scared by a little constructive criticism. The only problem was probably his overbearing cologne, very pungent? Intense?

You’d also been driven to work that day, courtesy of your boyfriend. You were working shorter days now, completing about an hour or two of work at home now. It had taken some adjusting, after a few forgetful days and about a million texts from Carla with an impatient Chris at home waiting for you.

You spotted Eddies truck pull up as you wrapped up your conversation with the your three lunch goers, “And that’s me, I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you so much for lunch!” You reached out to Aleya for a side hug, the same for Jack and a normal hug for Harry. “Tell Eddie there’ll be a fire at my house later tonight, and he better bring Evan!” Jack joked as you waved him off.

Jack may or may not have a huge crush on Evan.

You hopped in, quickly chucking your purse and files into the back seat before kissing Eddie on the cheek. “Hi! How was Chris’s school?” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, “Fine.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his shortness, “Something wrong?” He turned onto the highway, knuckles tightly gripping the wheel, “You smell like him.”

“Like who? Harry?”

“That his name?”

You rolled your eyes, “No, it’s actually his father’s, middle name Jesus. Care for some wine Eddie?” Not once, had Eddie ever been physical. But raising his voice? Oh that was fair game.

“You think you’re funny huh? Having lunch with other guys and taking the piss outta me?”

“Nothing happened baby, it was lunch. He’s new and trying to fit in and I’m being nice. There’s nothing to worry about I swear.” The silence permeated in the truck, causing the hair on your arms to raise. You hated the silent treatment wholeheartedly.

“Whatever.”

His change in demeanour could flip like a switch, you always assumed it was him putting up a front. But when Eddie showed up the next day, flowers in hand and looking his sharpest, you were forced to reevaluate. “God I wish my boyfriend was that sweet.” Your project partner whispered as you sighed, “That’s Eddie.”

Even your boss wanted you to go with him, “Take the day off sweetie, you deserve it.” And with a pat on the back and a million swooning interns drooling over Eddie, you were sent on your way.

“I got these for you Y/n/n.” Your favourite flowers, arranged perfectly and smelling divine. Your hands wrapped around the bouquet, “Thank you Eddie, they’re perfect.” His smile caused your heart to race, he looked amazing. The Eddie with you that day was incredible.

His infectious laughter, perfect smile and the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear. That, was the Eddie Diaz you knew and loved. A gentleman, who had eyes for only you. Which is why you couldn’t help but wonder, what made him change? How was it possible to go from absolutely furious and unnecessarily jealous to an angel?

You didn’t want to know, and you didn’t want to stay around long enough to find out.

Maybe it was the date, or the fact that you felt as if he deserved an explanation face to face. Either way, if you’d known better, you would have made it away.

“Eddie, we have to talk.” The two of you were currently sitting on the couch, favourite show playing in the background. Eddie hummed along, a slight acknowledgment to your words. “It’s, about us.” Eddie turned the volume down, your sentence piquing his interest.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think, we should break up.”

And with six words, Eddies entire world came crashing down in front of him. What on earth were you talking about? “What did you say?” The smile on Eddies face was anything but sweet or reassuring, a bad attempt at keeping his composure. “You’ve been acting, odd, to say the least.” You stood from the couch as he followed in pursuit, all the way to the kitchen.

“I feel like, all that we’re doing lately is either fighting or sleeping. Every time I come home, you have something to say. Whether it’s about my later nights, about who I was with or what I’m doing on the phone. It’s like I have no privacy at all. I cannot keep a single thing to myself. And if I try to? You blow up at me. I mean last week for example, I tried my hardest to not argue with you by walking away. And all you did was follow me around the house, it drove me crazy. Showing up to my workspace when I tell you I can get more done without random lunch dates. I’m a grown adult but you treat me like a child. And if I stand up for myself I’m cheating. It makes no sense at all Eddie. And I tried to make it work, but I feel like you’re controlling me. I even reduced my hours, because you asked. I moved in even when I wasn’t ready, because you asked. I need a break.” You took a deep breath after your monologue, needing a second.

Turning towards Eddie, he stared straight at you. “I had no idea you felt that way baby. I’m so sorry, I never meant to do any of it. I love you so much, I can’t help but worry. After everything we’ve been through with Shannon,” And there it was, the guilt. It was blinding, clawing its way through you. Shannon. He’d already lost someone he loved, and Chris lost his mother. No wonder he was always to protective over you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving like Shannon okay? What happened was a tragic accident, and I promise nothing like that is going to happen again Eddie.” You immediately engulfed in a hug, his head resting against yours, “I don’t want to loose you, I don’t want Chris to loose you.” Eddie muttered repeatedly as you closed your eyes.

Chris walked into the room, thirsty, tired and curious, “Is something wrong?” You immediately detached yourself from Eddie, wiping away your tears, “Nothings wrong sweetie, did you need something?” He nodded before turning around and walking to his room, “We’ll talk later yeah?” Eddie whispered into your ear before moving ahead.

Sniffles came from underneath Christopher’s blanket, “You alright buddy?” Eddie asked, patting his hair down, “Water.” You watched as Eddie swiftly made his way to the kitchen whilst you sat down, “You need anything else?” Chris’s hand slowly lowered the blanket before smiling your way, “No thanks mum.”

And as quickly as he spoke, he turned over to sleep again. Your eyes were probably protruding out of your head, shock filling your senses. “Mum?” The word sounded foreign on your lips, but apparently comfortable enough on Chris’s.

“He called you mum.” Eddies voice was low, most likely as astounded as you based on the look on his face. You got up slowly, aware of the sleeping boy. You couldn’t help but smile, and kiss his forehead before making your way to Eddie. “I can’t believe it.” Eddies hand came up to wipe away the stray tears before pulling you in and kissing your forehead, “I can.”

“You’re apart of this family baby, always have been.” His words seeped in as he guided you to your bed, whilst you were stuck on autopilot. Chris viewed you as a parent to him, that’s how common you were in his life now, a constant for him to fall back on. He loved you, almost as much as you loved him. Your words weren’t forgotten just swirling in your head, how the hell could you ask for a break now? With this new huge responsibility?

Eddie knew, of course he knew. He was the one encouraging Chris to call you by your new name. Because if there’s one thing Eddie knew he needed, besides Chris?

It’s you, and he’d do anything to make you stay.

[afatherspraise]

We’ve encouraged religion in our house. It’s not so much we are religious per se but rather that religion has nice tidy moral and life code that could help when my daughter needed reason to do things before she could fully reason them out herself. And now, well now it's more out of tradition more than anything. Plus confession is good for you, it helps to think things through and work through some of your issues. At least that’s what I told my daughter when she asked why we had to go. 

And today was one of those days. We arrived at church walked in I told my daughter to go into the confessional and wait for the priest. After a few minutes I walk into the other side. 

The hushed tones and screen made it really easy to disguise my voice. What had started as a trick to find out some of what my daughter had been doing had turned into much more? First the sign of the cross, and then she said “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was about a month ago.” I knew that, which meant it was going to be a good one. “Yes child, begin when you are ready” “I feel so bad father, I’ve tried so hard not to sin, but it happens without me meaning too, and then it builds up, and I just keep failing” “what happened child” “I… I, I keep having impure thoughts about my dad,” she blurts out I can hear the embarrassment on her voice. “Explain child” “Father no, I’m so embarrassed” “Yes sin can lead to guilt and embarrassment, but that’s what confession is for, to cleanse ourselves of sin. But to do that you must be truthful before God and lay out our sins bare” 

“Yeyeyes father, well… one thing is my dad does this thing when he gets hold from work, where I run up to greet him, and he wraps his arms around me and spins me around, it was always fun, lately my mom says I’m too old to that, but my dad says I’ll always be his baby.” “But lately when he does that, and I don’t know why but feeling his chest against me makes my nipples hard, I don’t know if my parents notice or not, but then the thought of my dad noticing excites me and I end up with a wet spot in my panties” I hmm and allow her to keep going, I could tell she was getting into it now, and could sense a hint of arousal beneath her shame. I zipped down my fly and pulled out my cock. It hadn’t taken long for me to hard once we got here and already my head was glistening with precum. I took it into in my hand as she continued.

“And sometimes when my dad is watching a movie I’ll straddle him and lay my head in the crook of his neck, I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember, but lately I, I’m so sorry I can’t believe this, I will pretend to sleep and slowly sink my legs around his thigh and then start squeezing, till I can’t take it anymore,”  “then I ‘wake up’ and go to my room to finish” “Oh God, I would die if he noticed” I had noticed and would sometimes bounce my leg rhythmically to help, pretending not to notice as she closed her eyes hard and bit her lip trying to catch her breath. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch. I slowed down My strokes, so I wouldn’t cum too soon. 

“Keep going” I say, trying to keep my voice steady even as started stroking a little faster again. “Well the worst thing happened just a couple of days ago after grinding on my dad, I may have taken to far and decided to take a shower because I had gotten too wet”.  Her breath caught in her throat remembering “I don’t think he noticed though” She had noticed she had left a little wet spot on my thigh of coures I noticed. I stroked harder as her breath got heavier.  “Well I was so wet it was almost uncomfortable, so I decided to take a shower and I must have been feeling extra brave and horny because I walked from the bathroom to my room completely naked hoping he would’ve been waiting for me outside, he would never though my dad is a good man he isn’t a pervert” I stroke it harder to the way she says pervert, almost disappointed. “But I was feeling really slutty and being completely naked felt so good, so I went into my room and masturbated thinking of my dad waiting for me” “Keep going” I say if she senses the change in my voice she doesn't mention it  “Well I must have been taking to long cause my dad walks in to check in on me and sees me completely naked and was so surprised and embarrassed that he froze for a second before he apologized and left”.

I thought back to that moment, it hadn’t been and accident. I had secretly watched her boldly come out of the shower, and then disappointedly go into her room. I figured she would need to finish and when she didn’t come out after a while I knew guessed right. I opened the door deliberately hoping she had forgotten to lock it, she had, and I was rewarded with the most beautiful sight. Looking at her up and down I tried to commit the scene to memory. My young daughter fully naked, her little breast bouncing a little as she furiously masturbated. Her pinkish brown nipples hard, one hand rubbing her clit while another clumsily fingered her tiny little hole. Using one finger and it hardly even fit. I could feel myself losing some control now and just said “Uh-huh”  “I was so embarrassed, but I thought about my dad, how he saw me, and I and imagined him taking me, and I couldn’t help it father I came so hard, the hardest I’ve ever cum, and worse I’m pretty sure I said Please Dad…. I’m so ashamed”. 

I couldn’t help it either, as she said that last part I felt it, and eruption of cum, spurt after spurt thinking about my daughter, cumming harder imagining cumming with her, on her… in her. It took every bit of my strength to not moan loudly, but a quiet grunt escapes out of my mouth. “Father is everything alright?” Trying to catch my breath “Yes Child continue”  “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins.” she finished “…and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father….” “Now go child and be at peace” She takes a deep breath and walks out. I know she will wait for me by the car and I take a moment to clean up and compose myself. When I get in the car I look at her see her flushed. “You ok sweetie?” I inquire and a little out of breath she replies “Yes it’s just a little hot” I smile, I don’t tell her she forgot to button one of the buttons on her pants. The next confession is going to be even better I think. And as we drive away I wonder — Will she ever ask why the church is so empty during confession, and why we never seem to bump into anyone else? 

[paranoiddreams]

Beware ೀ (HC)

‹𝟹 Stoner!Sukuna x GN!reader

‹𝟹 Warnings!! - THIS IS PURELY FANTASY!!, non-con, drugging, marijuana use, pls do not read if any of these topics trigger you!!, unprotected sex, pervy dirty nasty thoughts😔, mentions of masterbation (m), mentions of creampies :3, Sukuna is messed up, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but if it comes off more fem I’m srry, porn a little plot?, just filth as usual *sigh*, a random Ethel Cain ref (Gibson Girl) bc I can’t help myself, lmk if I missed anything<3

‹𝟹 A/n!! - once again, was writing this while listening to this song while writing this lolz. I was gonna name Animals the title of the song, but decided not to, and then wrote this and thought the title fit :3 Forgive the writing if it’s not up to par, I’m so sleep deprived rn😀 But neways, I hope you all enjoy this and share my love for stoner!sukuna😌 I’m seriously considering making a oneshot continuing this🧍🏻‍♀️

Stoner!Sukuna who’s your best friend, despite being a delinquent in a rock band, and you an innocent, stereotypical, goody two-shoes.

Stoner!Sukuna who towers over you with his muscular frame, and plays any song you want on his guitar. If he doesn’t know it, he’ll learn it.

Stoner!Sukuna who always smells like weed and cologne, and almost never wears any color other than black and grey.

Stoner!Sukuna who invites you over to his crappy apartment all the time, and even has a pink fluffy blanket on his bed for you.

Stoner!Sukuna who smokes a blunt while you both watch movies together, often watching a rom-com you chose despite his usual disdain for them.

Stoner!Sukuna who offers you a hit every time you come over, even though he knows you’ll just say no with that cute, innocent smile of yours. And you always do.

Stoner!Sukuna who has to stop smoking indica around you because the strain makes it even harder to push down his impure, feral thoughts about you.

Stoner!Sukuna who pulls you closer to him when the movie has really got you sucked in, grinning at how cute you look when you’re invested in something.

Stoner!Sukuna who can’t stop thinking about stuffing you full of his cum multiple times, making you cum in cock each time, whenever you cuddle into his side and throw a leg over his.

Stoner!Sukuna who decides after getting high alone one night and jerking off thinking about you that it is definitely time you get high for the first time. And he should be the one to show you :)

Stoner!Sukuna who bakes your favorite brownies with M&M’s, but adds a secret ingredient without telling you, watching with a smile as you eat a whole one without much thought.

Stoner!Sukuna who pulls you into his arms as soon as you’re both done eating, offering to let you pick a movie, as always.

Stoner!Sukuna who notices how clingy and needy you’re getting after 30 minutes of the movie you put on, already feeling his cock getting hard in his shorts as soon as your face nuzzles into his chest.

Stoner!Sukuna who shushes you gently when you start whining about feeling a little weird, his hands running down your back to feel your skin warming up under your clothes.

Stoner!Sukuna whose hands wander a little farther than usual, knowing you’re too high by now to even register it.

Stoner!Sukuna whose hard cock is pressed against your stomach as you lie on top of him, making it hard for him not to tear your clothes off and breed you then and there.

Stoner!Sukuna who places his hands on your hips, slowly grinding himself up into your clothed sex, closing his eyes with a low moan.

Stoner!Sukuna who feels your growing arousal through your clothes, and says: “Baby, if it feels good, then it can’t be bad,” when you ask him what he’s doing.

Stoner!Sukuna who whispers lewd words into your ear as he pulls your pants off, knowing that’s he’s got you in his clutches.

[yanderefarm]

yandere omega cultist introduction

more bad art. more disjointed thoughts. i hope i don't contradict myself when i write his part 2.

cw;; religion, omegaverse, yandere tendencies, nsft

Nephite is a very devoted and proud follower of Happy Homes. he loves his church, he loves his pastor, he loves his god.

he's always so happy to prepare the sacrament and take care of the youngest members of the church. absolutely anything he can do to help makes him happy.

his father is a very strict and rigid in his beliefs kind of man. his beliefs aligned nicely with the founder's so he and his wife joined when they had just gotten married. all their children have been raised in the cult and they don't know about anything outside of the compound.

Nephite's family along with a few others are technically considered lowest in the church hierarchy because they entered the church after marriage. they don't get treated poorly it just means they're in charge of providing food for the compound.

the coming of age omegas were promised that if they brought new alphas to the cult they would raise in rank with their new families.

Nephite was especially looked at favourably for this due to being a "dominant" omega. he was promised that his new family would be able to rise to the level of elder right under the founder's own family.

his family was more excited about the new power than he was, he just wanted to serve the church.

after meeting you the promise that elders were allowed to go into the city made the raise in rank more appealing to him.

he wants to go to all of your favorite places. he wants to go to the movies and eat popcorn. he wants to play games at the arcade. he wants to try sweets at the cafe. he's never wanted to go to the outside world before he met you.

the church never teaches that the outside world is some ominous and dangerous threat. just that impure omegas have convinced people to disrupt the natural order. if you showed any member of the cult omega/omega couples they would combust.

thats why Nephite has to save you. he has to pull you away from the wickedness of the outside world before you become ruined. if you told him you'd been in alpha/alpha relationships he would combust.

honestly if you tell him about your dating history or experiences he'll combust. he knows it's wrong for an omega to be angry and aggressive but he can't help himself. the idea of any impure hands touching you sends him spiraling.

he could easily be convinced someone else in the cult wants you for themselves. especially if his pastor says so.

he trusts anything his pastor tells him even if it was utterly ridiculous. he was the kind of kid who believed in santa until adulthood. he would believe you if you said the sky was red.

you're the only one who overrides the pastor's words. if the pastor tells him to leave you because you don't love him he wouldn't believe it.

honestly if you started saying you don't love him he could probably justify to himself why you're lying. lying is a sin but its ok he forgives you.

he loves wearing dresses. at first it might seem like a religious thing but the other male omegas in the community usually only wear dresses to church. he wears them all year round.

if you buy him a sundress he'll be so happy he'll wear it every chance he gets. he flaunts it to all his friends how his alpha got him something pretty.

buy him anything and the whole commune will know about it baring few exceptions. you bought him a new bible? he takes it with him everywhere. you bought him some jewelry? its always on to show off at a moments notice. you gave him a cool rock? its his lucky rock and has to go everywhere with him.

he adores pet names. call him anything even if it doesn't sound that cute and he's thrilled. he calls you husband and alpha and dearest until he can't talk anymore.

if you call him wife he'll probably start crying. he likes husband too but he was taught all omegas are wives so he'll probably be confused at first if you call him that.

nsfw

his dad was in charge of making his account and monitoring his messages so unfortunately for you if you ever sent something dirty. the pastor probably also saw it. sorry.

Nephite definitely smells like blackberries and honey. its sweet and warm and permeates through everything he owns.

he has a breeding kink. major breeding kink. after your first night together its like he's constantly in heat (his actual heats are so much worse). he knows it's a bit naughty but he won't be satisfied until he's pregnant.

he'll be understanding if not a bit sad if you don't want to have kids but still tell him you're gonna get him pregnant every night anyway.

one of the few things he wouldn't go around letting everyone know you gifted him is lingerie and toys.

you'll need to explain toys to him a little bit but he understands lingerie. he loves lingerie. if you buy him some he'll wear it under his dresses all the time. it feels a bit naughty but he doesn't mind.

definitely secretly has a corruption kink. he's devoted his whole life to being a pure innocent soul so when his husband who he's equally devoted to starts making him be naughty he gets such a thrill.

he'll cry and beg you to not turn him into a pervert but he's just talk. nothing makes him squirt harder than being told he's dirty.

and he is a squirter. you have to work him to it but the moment your knot pops inside of him its over for him.

the cult doesn't believe in modern medicine like heat suppressants or birth control so everyone in the compound uses natural remedies for everything. except that doesn't work for dominant omegas. most modern heat suppressants don't. Nephite's first heat was absolutely brutal for him and he was stuck in bed for two weeks before they finally let him see a doctor in the city. that's when he learned about his status and he was put on some of the strongest heat suppressants. it works but it did make him feel weaker sometimes.

luckily now he's married so he threw all that out. he doesn't let you take any rut inhibitors either. when it's time for either of you he just politely tells the pastor that he'll be gone for the next two weeks. they don't always last that long but he likes to get extra cuddles in while the last of it fades.

its during his first heat with you that you mark him. its a weird marriage ritual the cult has where the pastor distributed heat inducers into Nephite. the elders of the cult along with the pastor watched you guys. it really ramped up the creepy cult vibes. but Nephite was happy.

he knows you can't mark him more than once but he always wants you to bite him again. he likes if you leave any marks on him. claw his hips, bite his neck, leave hickeys on his chest. he doesn't care how hard it is to cover up he'll be happy.

loves to steal your clothes. he'll remake his nest about once a week and give you back your clothes so you can add your scent again. and the ones that dont pass the nest test he wears to bed until they lose their smell.

he'll welcome you home like "do you want dinner, a bath, or me?" and if you don't say him he'll pout all through dinner.

[reiderwriter]

hi i love your writing

could you do something with reid loving that reader is pregnant. fluff or smut or both

A/N Hello! Thanks for the request! Dad!Spencer is the cutest thing on the planet so this is some unapologetic fluff. And now I have baby fever.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, idiots in love. Loosely based on Haley and Hotch's conversation in 1x1. Very fluffy and probably very cheesy and sentimental too... Sorry, you give me girl dad Spencer and suddenly there isn't an impure thought in my head, I just want to lovingly stare at him like I'm the dead wife in an action movie montage.

My requests are open, check out my masterlist for more 🌸

“Okay, what about Amelia?”

“No, Amelia Dyer, Victorian serial killer. She killed multiple infants over a thirty-year period.”

“Okay, okay, how about, Myra?”

“Myra Hindley, she and her partner Ian Brady abducted and killed five children and teens in the early sixties.”

“God, not that then. There can’t be a psychopathic murderer called Belle, right?”

“You’re making this too easy for me, y’know. Belle Gunness, Hell’s Belle, she’s one of the most prolific female serial killers of all time, even 100 years after her supposed death. It’s fascinating, you know, people think that she actually faked her death - when the doctor who performed the postmortem testified, he noted that the cadaver was about five inches shorter and about fifty pounds lighter than Gunness supposedly was….” You raise a single eyebrow at your wonderful husband, and he immediately shuts up.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?” He smiled down at you as you sat curled up as much as you could in your favorite spot on the couch, the cosiest part of your shared apartment. You smiled back up at him as he leaned down for a kiss and you gladly craned your neck up in response, meeting his lips for a sweet moment.

“Hotch was right you know,” you joked when the two of you parted. “All of the best baby names have been taken by serial killers.”

“Yeah, you’d think with the ratio of female to male serial killers, a girl would be easier to name.” He leans down to kiss you again before falling into a crouch next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and placing his hand on your stomach.

“How big did you say our little girl is now?”

“Y/N, you asked me that half an hour ago. I know pregnancy messes with your brain a bit, but if you’re that bad we’re going to have to get you back to Dr Patel and see if you’re doing okay.” He was joking of course, but you showed him your little pout anyway, knowing that he loved seeing the silly expression on your face.

“Humor me, Doctor.” He strokes your stomach and moves away, but not too far away, taking up right next to you on the couch, and pulling your legs over his lap.

“At five months, she’s roughly 10 inches long with a weight of about 0.5-1 pound. But that ‘How Big is My Baby’ book would say that she’s roughly one banana in length.” You giggled up at him and he grabbed your hand and just held it, content to have you in his arms in any way, big or small.

“I can’t believe it’s been five months already,” you giggle as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I get it. It doesn’t feel quite real yet to me, either. I thought for so long that fatherhood just wasn’t in my future, but you’re the gift that keeps on giving I guess. I don't know what I did to deserve you.” Even if the words weren’t so sweet, with all of the hormones, you would’ve started crying at anything. Or at least that’s what you’re going to tell him when he sees the small tears threatening to drop into enormous loving sobs.

“Spencer Reid, I am not a gift. I am simply the woman with the correct combination of sense and foolish luck that got to marry you.” He’d done this before, and you were used to his small habit of self-deprecating talk, but after a year of marriage and three years of dating before that, you’d managed to work him down to the occasional comment.

“Don’t try to argue about this, I’m definitely the one benefitting the most from the situation right now,” he joked with you, and you could see the genuine adoration shining from behind his eyes. It was a little spark that not many got to see, a glimpse of true happiness in someone usually so reserved.

“Spencer, you’ve given me foot rubs everyday this week, you’ve read more pregnancy and parenting books than every OBGYN and midwife in the area combined, and you’ve somehow attended more of my clinical check-ups than me, and I’m the one whose pregnant.”

“And you’re growing our child inside of you, which is itself more impressive than anything I could ever do with a book and some modern acts of chivalry.”

“Yeah, tell your boss that. I think the only thing keeping Emily from pulling her hair out over your constant absences is that she thinks she’s competing for the title of godmother. She thinks Penelope and JJ are trying to corrupt me with parenting advice and all those baby clothes Pen keeps bringing over.”

“She’s going to be crushed when she remembers we’re not religious, right?”

“Devastated,” the two of you shared a laugh on the couch, and it quickly devolved into a giggle fit after Spencer leaned over and tickled your side. You jolted away from his touch, but he was on you again, attacking your sides with small caresses, and you were gasping for breath between laughs.

“Spence stop- ahh!” Your squeals stopped as you cried out in shock. It was small but you felt something tap against your stomach. Spencer stopped immediately upon seeing your expression change, and a serious look settled on him as he assessed you for any damage.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere, is the baby okay?” He shot out the questions rapidly, one after the other, barely leaving space to catch his own breath from the laughter of earlier.

It happened again and you put a hand to your stomach, finally realising what’s going on.

“I think I just felt her kick. Spencer, I think I just felt the baby kick.” You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face, as much as you couldn’t help the tear that dropped from your eye as your hand rested against your belly again, scared to move for fear that the baby wouldn’t communicate with you again.

“What? Now? Can I- Can I try and feel it, too?” His hands hesitated at first but when you enthusiastically nodded and used your other hand to put him close to yours, you could feel his eagerness to feel the small kicks of your daughter as well.

Almost as if she was waiting for him, as soon as his hand was in the right position, your little girl kicked again, almost as if screaming “I’m here mommy and daddy,” for the two of you to hear.

“I think she’s trying to tell us not to have fun without her,” Reid whispered in your ear, kissing your tear streaked cheek, and using his free hand to rub them away from the other side of your face.

“I am so thankful everyday for this gift you have given me. And for the record, the gift isn’t the baby. The gift is the overwhelming happiness you bring to my life, and the beauty you make me see in this world. The fact that you’re going to be the mother of my child gives me the confidence to get up and go to work every morning because I know that there is joy and there is kindness and there are beautiful people in this world, and you are one, and she will be, too.”

His attempts to dry your tears are now completely vanquished as you let your emotions run wild, but you almost laugh when you realise that his eyes are just as glassy as yours, and you both sit there, overwhelmed by the pure, unadulterated joy that a small kick from a child who has yet to be given a name has bought you.

[kopykunoichi]

The Righteousness of Saiyans

(according to two Namekians)

Can we talk about this dialogue? So, after watching both the Super episodes and the Battle of Gods movie, I have to say that I much prefer the movie version. The pacing is better, the dialogue is better, and this little bit about how "righteousness" is defined is really interesting to me.

Each character seems to have different standards for what constitutes righteousness. Piccolo, apparently, has the highest standards. Whether this is a result of the influence that Kami has had on him, or just his perspective as a character who is fully aware that he was once evil, it's really telling about his character. It does fit with his personality type that he'd be overly critical of the others.

In the DBS episodes, he only points out that Vegeta is not righteous based on his past actions. That dialogue always struck me as out of character, since Piccolo himself has a history of being evil and the two of them have a parallel redemption arc. Piccolo fully understands that Vegeta is no longer an evil person, and he was the first to acknowledge that while he mourned him after his sacrifice in the Buu arc. But that doesn't mean that Piccolo thinks Vegeta is righteous either; he told the prince plainly that he was going to hell for his past deeds.

In the movie, Piccolo doesn't think that Vegeta, Trunks, or Goku meet the bar for righteousness. In their exchange, Bulma doesn't even contend that Vegeta is worthy of the term, but she does defend Trunks. Their discussion after that is both hilarious and also rather interesting, given who's talking.

Piccolo, looking a bit smug, argues that "Any boy that young who already has a serious girlfriend does not have a righteous heart."

Now, despite his small size, Trunks is 12 years old at this point. He might not have hit puberty thanks to his Saiyan genes, but by human standards, that's about the age when it's not unusual for boys to be thinking of girls. It seems that Piccolo is implying that Trunks is already having carnal thoughts about females, kicking him out of the righteous running. But this is coming from someone who is not supposed to even be capable of having carnal thoughts, so why would he judge the boy on that?

Bulma replies, "Oh shut up, you mean old prude. I bet you're kind of jealous of him."

Now this is very interesting to me. Bulma is pretty much the smartest person in the group and she is fully aware of his Namekian biology. Piccolo is a warrior type, so he lacks the ability to procreate on his own since he can't produce eggs. Bulma accusing him of being jealous that Trunks has a girlfriend at 12 years old suggests that she thinks he's not only capable of those feelings, but might also covet a companion for himself. Despite Bulma calling him an "old prude", Piccolo is only 25 (26 if you count the time in the HTC), so he's two decades younger than her. Piccolo's expression shifts from self-assured to a scowl, and he adjusts his posture to give her a sidelong glare, but he doesn't argue with her or point out how ridiculous that statement is. Could it be that she was not entirely off the mark? Piccolo does put thought into human romantic relationships. He doesn't always get the dynamics, but he tries to understand...which makes me wonder if he could be open to it for himself. Bulma seems to think so.

Chi-Chi, of all people, agrees with Bulma's comment, "Yeah, Piccolo." Then adds, "and are you suggesting that Goku's impure too?"

Piccolo winces at this while Goku facepalms, but Piccolo is saved from having to point out how his friend falls short thanks to Roshi harping on the fact that Goku is an idiot. Now, I am quite certain that Piccolo doesn't think Goku lacks pure-heartedness due to his lack of two braincells to rub together...but rather the fact that Goku is inherently self-centered. Goku isn't the worst parent, but he's definitely not the most attentive of husbands or fathers, either. Piccolo has spent years standing in the gap, mentoring and looking after Goku's kids and even helping out Chi-Chi when she needs it while Goku was dead, training, or simply not around to help. Piccolo loves Goku and he knows he's a good man, but he also has a pretty fair handle on his friend's faults, too. Goku's boys are the only Saiyans in the group of five that Piccolo actually considers pure-hearted.

Then Dende comes in to smooth everything over. It seems the young guardian has less strict standards than his Namekian friend as to what constitutes righteousness. He points out that righteousness doesn't mean perfection. All of them have risked their lives to save earth. He even adds that Vegeta may have been evil years ago, but he's changed since then. Seeing as how Vegeta killed an entire village of his brothers and Dende once refused to heal him because of it, this shows remarkable forgiveness on Dende's part.

It seems that, to Dende, as long as your *current* actions show that you're willing to risk your life for others, that's enough for him. He doesn't weigh the balance of good deeds vs. bad deeds. It's about where your heart is right now, and what you did in your past - no matter how bad - doesn't negate what your current choices are. To him, redemption means your past sins are forgiven and forgotten.

Everyone jumps on board with cheering for Vegeta's reformation, except Piccolo. Now, that may have also come from a place a jealousy. After all, Piccolo reformed himself first and has come a LOT farther than Vegeta in terms of being gentle, good-hearted, and selfless toward others. Where are his cheerleaders?

But I think that Piccolo's judgment of others is harsher because he has a harder time forgiving and forgetting than Dende does. I believe his attitude isn't just because he's critical of others, but also because there are parts of himself that he can't entirely let go of. Piccolo has put in more work than any other character to reform himself. His personality has remained the same, but he has a lot of outside influence with Nail and Kami. But the old King's memories are in there too, and I think he's very aware of the man he was. He's squared with it, but he'll never forget.

He constantly strives to be the opposite of what he was. He loves and protects his found family, he lays his life down for them repeatedly, and he invests the bulk of his time training, mentoring, babysitting, and even eating with them. He sees his own shortcomings, and the shortcomings of those around him, but he continually tries to do better. Even with all that effort, I'm not convinced he even considers himself worthy of the term righteous.

[lovelynim]

Fight the champion

Zenless Zone Zero - Lighter x Wise

A/N: If anything, you guys should thank @/ticklystuff for being the brain behind this fic even tho he doesn't play the game. Thanks for the idea, friend, tho I'm not sure if it was properly executed ehe

Also, I apologize in advance for how OOC Lighter may sound here, I'm still getting a grip at his character

Summary: After winning a "fight" against Wise, Lighter tries to make up for his doings

Word count: 2356 words

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“L-LIHIGHTEHER– AHAHAHAH, STOHOHOP IT!!”

Wise couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was this loud. All he could feel was his head spinning, his heart beating and Lighter’s hands wreaking havoc on his skin. It tickled - it tickled as if each and every single one of his nerves were on fire, sparkling like fireworks under his skin. 

Wise felt his cheeks, his stomach and even his ribs - to which Lighter’s fingers seemed to be particularly fond of  - hurting from the laughter. How long has it been? Five, ten minutes? He couldn’t tell.

A tickle fight. All of this mess started with the stupid idea of starting a tickle fight against the Sons of Calydon’s champion. Wise knew he was going to lose - that was the whole point of it!

Playfully wrestling Lighter, being overpowered, tickled a little, surrendering and done. He would have Lighter on top of him, heartstruck and ready for him to act cute and pull all sorts of impure acts later… it seemed like the perfect plan, so how could it all end so wrong?

Wise pressed his head back, laughing his soul to heaven and back when Lighter’s hand moved down to his hips again. “LIGHTER, PLEHEHEASE!! I’M DYIHIHING HERE!!”

“That’s no way for a fighter to speak, manager, you shouldn’t yield just after a couple hits,” Lighter chuckled, his grip around Wise’s wrists tightening while the tickled moved back up to the proxy’s sides.

Wise’s feet had already kicked all the cushions off the couch in their aimless flailing and his throat was as dry as the soil near Blazewood. Wise lost count of how many times he asked ‘please’, tried to yield or to call uncle, but it was clear that none of those mattered for Lighter. He was a champion defending his title, after all, how could Wise expect any mercy from him?

Calling it “hysteria” wouldn’t make justice to the noises Lighter was drawing out of the proxy when his gloved hand decided to sneak under Wise’s shirt and tickle his bare skin. 

Lighter raised his eyebrows at the reaction, catching a few glimpses of that forced, desperate smile on Wise’s face while he prodded between each bone of Wise’s ribcage. “It sure looks like it tickles, huh? Should’ve thought twice before picking up this fight, manager ~” He teased again, trying to get some comprehensible speech out of the other, but Wise seemed just too busy to think of anything else.

Saying he wasn’t fond of Wise’s laughter, smile and blushing cheeks would be a blatant lie. A ugly, nasty lie. And could one really blame Lighter for taking the chance when Wise started to poke his sides and stomach in the middle of their movie? If that wasn’t an invitation to ‘fight’ back, then what else would it be?

“P-PLEHEHEASE!!” Wise laughed, arching his back off the couch when Lighter shoved his hand all the way up to tickle the proxy’s armpit. “J-JUST STOHOHOP!!”

“But you’re no-” Lighter stopped, snapping back from his daydreaming and spotting the last thing he wanted to see on Wise’s face: tears. “D-damn it,” he gasped, quickly letting go of Wise’s wrists, “are you ok, manager?”

This was bad, really, really bad. He got carried away, forgetting this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now that he thought about it, what if Wise wasn’t actually smiling just now? All that laughter was a forced reaction? One that Lighter carelessly exploited for his own amusement… My, what has he done?!

“...w-whahat?” Wise asked, taking some deep, needed breaths and letting the air back into his lungs for the first time in a while. He still had that dazzled, drunk-like look on his face, barely aware of his surroundings.

“Manager, does-” Lighter hesitated, freezing the hand that was about to reach for Wise midair. Damn it, damn it, damn it! “D-does it hurt? I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…” Of course, but what was a brute like him expecting, he thought.

This should’ve been a cute, romantic moment between couples - just like in the movie they were watching - but he ruined it and now Wise was crying!

“H-hurt?” Wise asked, slowly sitting back up and wiping the small tears of mirth off his lashes. “No, it just- just tickled. A lot, in fact, hahah,” Wise giggled, running a hand through his hair, unaware of the concern concealed behind Lighter’s glasses.

“Do sugarcoat it, manager,” Lighter furrowed his brows, taking one of Wise’s hands into his. His skin was probably sore after all the abuse from his rough hands - or, even worse, what if he broke one of Wise’s ribs while tickling him? What if all those squeezes and prods left bruises?” “I-I can help you- no, better, I can call for hel-”

“L-Lighter,” Wise giggled, stopping the other from getting up from the couch. He still found this whole situation way too amusing, even kind of cute - despite not really understanding it. “What are you talking about? I’m fine,” Wise scoffed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Your body,” Lighter’s lips quivered slightly. He settled his hands down on the couch, lowering his gaze, “did I hurt you?”

“...huh?”

“You can be honest,” Lighter sighed, his fingers clenching into a fist. “When- when we were playing now and, well, I was tickling you, was I too rough? Did it hurt?”

“What? No! Lighter, I’m fine,” Wise chuckled, reaching to cup Lighter’s cheek. He removed the other’s glasses, meeting his gaze full of worry and guilt. While this seemed like the silliest of concerns for Wise, he could tell Lighter was serious about it. Dead serious.

The man sighed, his shoulders slouching as he finally relaxed a little. “...right,” Lighter reached for one of Wise’s hands, gently holding his wrist before nuzzling into his palm. “I just got carried away and thought I… I overdid it when I saw you crying.”

Wise blushed a little, taken aback by the explanation. How should he take it? Did he look so frail that Lighter thought he could hurt him with tickling? Or was it that Lighter cared so much that even tears of laughter made him worry?

“Don’t be stupid,” Wise hissed shyly, weakly pulling at his hand only to find it stuck in Lighter’s grip - again.

“Are you mad at me?” Lighter asked and, for a moment, Wise could see dripping doggy ears on top of his head. “Let me at least make it up for you, manager!”

“L-Lighter!” Wise gasped, even more flustered at the whole scene. “I-it was just tickling, a play fight. T-there’s nothing for you to make up to… I was the one who started it anyway and-”

“Then,” Lighter interrupted, leaning a little forward and bringing Wise’s hand close to his chest, “tickle me back. We would be even then, right? I promise I won’t fight you off this time!”

Wise went silent, blinking a few times while processing Lighter’s words. He, in fact, was the one who started the said fight by tickling Lighter first, but he never really planned to win it. In fact, he knew from the start it would be a losing battle - he just didn’t expect it to be that bad of a defeat.

“T-tickle you?”

“Yes, isn’t it what you wanted? Like in the movie we were watching,” Lighter nodded, with at least a part of his usual attitude seemingly recovered. “Please, manager? You are not going to leave me hanging, right?” Lighter stared at Wise with pleading eyes, bringing his hand up to his lips and planting a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s the least I can do, no?”

Wise cringed slightly, unable to take his hand away from Lighter this time. It was a cute attitude, yes, but so uncalled for… Still, how could say no when Lighter had that look on his face? “...A-alright, I’ll do it, then.”

Nearly sparkling at the mere sound of those words, Lighter reached for Wise’s with his free hand and pulled the other back down with him. The proxy couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his hands resting on top of Lighter’s chest as he tried to support himself.

“Don’t hold back, manager. I’m a toughie, I can take it,” Lighter nodded, watching Wise steady himself on top of his lap. He crossed both arms behind his head, rolling his shirt up and bit and exposing some of his lower stomach in the process.

It was hard for Wise to not get distracted from the main task at hand. With one hand on each side of Lighter’s chest, the proxy couldn’t help but give the muscles a gentle squeeze - feeling them with just a skin tight shirt on the way felt much better than with a heavy biker jacket.

“Oi, manager,” Lighter chuckled, “that doesn’t tickle, you know?” He joked, not that he would really mind having Wise fondling with his chest, but he wouldn’t lose the chance to tease him for that either.

“Right, tickling,” Wise muttered out loud, stopping his fingers from committing any other inappropriate act. “Where are you ticklish, Lighter?”

Of all the things that just happened, this was what seemed to puzzle Lighter the most. “Dunno,” the man sighed, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to recall the last time he felt someone touching him so lightly. “On… my neck?”

Wise frowned, unsatisfied. “Just that won’t do,” he scoffed, tracing a finger down Lighter’s torso, feeling each and every one of his muscles. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other’s body and face, carefully watching him in an attempt to capture any reaction. “Do you feel anything if I do this?”

“Not sure,” Lighter said while closing his eyes, his position barely shifting if it wasn’t for his chest waving with each breath, “try a little harder, manager.”

Those words made Wise flinch, almost as if waking something inside him. Lighter still had his eyes closed, his body open to Wise, almost as if he was just about to drift to sleep. Did he trust him that much?

Still, he was already way too into it to turn down such an opportunity. “Alright,” he said, bringing his other hand into action and getting a hold onto Lighter’s waist. Wise pinched the spot, pressing his thumbs down on the soft meat and rubbing circles into the-

“Ah!”

Wise’s head shot up, looking up from Lighter’s lower stomach to his face with widened eyes. Funny enough, Lighter seemed just as surprised, almost startled by the sudden sensation. Wise smirked.

“What about now?” He said, repeating the motion and even skittering his other fingers around Lighter’s lower sides. Wise felt that massive body shift under him and his heart skip a bit at the sound he heard next.

“I-it tihihickles,” Lighter giggled, furrowing his brows and scrunching up his nose while a restrained smile took place over his lips. Lighter pressed his chin down at his chest, his elbows faltering as his instincts yelled at him to lower his arms and stop whatever was causing this.

But he listened neither to his instincts, nor to his better judgement. “It dehehefinitely does!”

“Good,” Wise nodded, moving his hands towards each other and tickling Lighter’s stomach, watching it tremble as more and more giggles spilled from his lips. “You’re quite sensitive, Lighter.”

Yes, he was. Lighter pressed his knees together, crossed one ankle over the other behind Wise’s back and even clenched his hand around his hair. One of these things had to make that growing urge to laugh more bearable, he thought. “I knohohow!”

Wise chuckled, continuing to tickle around those toned abs while deciding where he should try next. “And not only on your neck,” he teased, poking Lighter’s ribs on each side and making the man jolt with surprise before dissolving into that soft, but held-back laughter again.

“D-do yohohou lihihike it, manahahager?” He didn’t know why he insisted on speaking - maybe it was just another attempt to distract himself. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate that feeling - maybe because Wise was the one providing it.

“Why does it matter? You won’t become less ticklish if I say I don’t, right?”

“I cohohould try!”

The proxy rolled his eyes, drilling his fingers in the spaces between each bone of Lighter’s ribcage. Exploring a Hollow seemed easier than making this man crack up. At that point, Wise would be breathless, with his heart pumping blood at the same rate as the motor in Lighter’s motorcycle.

“It’s not fair, you’re holding back,” Wise whined, pushing one of Lighter’s elbows back to claw at the exposed armpit with the other, tickling it as best as he could, “there’s no way you are just this ticklish.”

“B-buhuhut- ahAhaha, it stihill tihihickles, mahahanager!” Lighter laughed, turning his face away to avoid Wise’s gaze upon him. He felt hot around the collar and airheaded, making it even harder to think about the right words to say. Was there anything for him to say, though? Should he even say anything?

While these thoughts spiraled inside his head, the tickling slowed down, eventually coming to a total halt. Missing that swirling sensation that came from it inside his stomach, Lighter slowly opened his eyes, turning his head back to face the proxy.

“S-satisfied already, manager?”

Wise smiled, shaking his head. “It’s no use - I can’t beat the champion, even in a tickle fight,” he said with a giggle, leaning forward until he could nuzzle his nose against Lighter’s, brushing his lips over the other man’s before giving them a small peck.

“So,” Lighter sighed, finally lowering his arms and wrapping one of them around Wise’s neck. “Does this mean you forgive me? For making you cry and all?”

“Not yet,” Wise muttered, making Lighter widen his eyes. “We have to finish this movie first”, he winked and Lighter nodded, letting out a small, shaky sigh of relief. He laid his head back, turning his attention to the TV while feeling Wise rest on top of his chest.

“Of course, manager.”