#so i have to cover what she doesn't do and then i have to sit in a chair and listen to her mother (our boss) rant about how she has way

[mbsneur]

Dumb thing

Alexia Putellas x reader

Hi everyone, I have posted a new fic and I hope you like it, I am open to any kind of opinion and wish, feel free to write me!🩵

Summary: Alexia catches you fingering yourself

WC: 824 (very very short don’t be mad)

Warnings: Smut18+,masturbating,crying

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your fingers deep in your cunt they pump in and out your other hand on your nipples your body makes little moans, you hear the apartment door slam loudly

"i’m home" alexia, screams through the hallway your whole body shakes you quickly pull your fingers out you hear alexia's shoes fly through the hallway your heart races

Alexia texted you just 20 minutes ago to say she'll be home soon and that she had a bad and exhausting day. You were looking at pictures of the two of you that Alexia took while you were riding her. Your hands immediately went to your pants to free yourself.

Your bedroom door opens and Alexia bursts in, "Amor, what are you doing here, why are you already in bed, are you okay?" she asks confused, your hands and body still under the covers, you nervously try to form a sentence, Alexia looks at you with a furrowed brow.

"Um - I was just about to go to bed - I'll wait for you," you stammer, and you can see that Alexia doesn't believe you.

"Did you touch yourself?" she asks, rolling her tongue in her mouth as she quietly closes the door, "N- no, no, no," you stammer again, your head spinning back and forth in panic.

"show me your hands" alexia says and your hands carefully come out of the blanket, you forgot to wipe them quickly somewhere. You stretch your hands out in front of you and alexia comes closer to the edge of the bed to look at your hands

"I knew it," she says, giving you a funny look, the next moment she suddenly pulls the covers off your legs and exposes your whole pussy.

Your legs tighten involuntarily, and you swallow hard. You look up at Alexia, who now has a certain kind of horny and pissed-off look in her eyes.

"Baby, why did you try to hide it from me?" she asks looking straight into your eyes "I didn't want you to get mad," you say softly in a sweet voice the heat rises in your head and the room around you gets warm you feel ashamed.

Alexia lets out a little sigh and sits down on the bed in front of you. You wince a little as the bed gives way. "Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" she asks with a little frown. You're not really sure what to say. Your eyes glaze over a little, and you're not sure, you don’t want Alexia to punish you because the last time she did, you couldn't sit for four days.

your eyes start to water you didn't want to upset her you were just so horny "stop crying it won't do any good anymore" she says and touches your ankle she brings your feet apart "spread your legs or you won't like the consequences of your disobedience“

You feel even more embarrassed, but you do what Alexia tells you and open your legs right away. "aye , buena, ur so wet," she says with a little smile. "I can smell you from here, What were you thinking, sweetheart?" she asks, looking at you. "I was looking at pictures of you and got so turned on I couldn't wait until you got here," you say, still with tears in your eyes, waiting for Alexia's next move.

"I want to see you touch yourself, go on ," Alexia says smugly and leans back, holding herself up with her arms, "I don't want to, I'm unsure," you say shyly and nervously, "Just a few minutes ago your fingers were so deep inside you and now you're suddenly getting shy," Alexia says slightly annoyed.

She grabs your ankle and pulls gently as your upper body slides further down and you whimper from the sudden action "Rub your clit. Better, do what I say," she says through clenched teeth.

you sigh in tears as your finger hits your clit, you rub hard and your legs continue to bend alexia stares at you watching your every move

Your lips open as a small sigh comes out, tears continue to trickle down your cheek as you finger yourself in front of your trusted girlfriend, "Stop crying, you're not making me soft," Alexia says a little angrily, "what's the problem," she adds as your, sigh grows heavier and your legs spread wider, your juices dripping onto the paint, your pussy throbbing as you gyrate.

"I couldn't make myself cum" you moan and Alexia starts to laugh "of course you couldn't because you're my slut and a little dumb thing that doesn't realize how dependent you are on me" she laughs and spits out you start to moan at her words of course you're all hers

"next time you wait for me before you do these stupid things and now turn around and stick your ass up in the air i want to see you cry some more"

[archive-doll]

dog!ghost, the touched-craved puppy.

requests are still open! forgive the grammar.

trigger warning for homelessness, and eating disorders due to being poor. Abusive childhood. Unhealthy coping mechanisms. Mention of a knife fight - scar on his face. Mention of food. I think that's all?

It can go so many ways, I truly think for hybrid's au, the type of species you are, influences some traits of your personality, not in a cliché manner, but more for little mannerisms and so on.

In my troubled mind, he is a cane corso, no doubt about it. A massif dog, a beast of nature even for his kind - the ground trembled beneath his feet, no matter what shape he was in. In a way, he reminds me of Cerberus, the mythological dog from hell. I think he hides behind it, protects himself from society, and slides into that role.

He definitely does not like other people. He's a stray, hardened by his tragic childhood, and then he got recruited by the military.

In this alternative universe, he does not search for it, actually, he's content in doing odd jobs and haunting the streets of whatever city he lives in at that time. Probably moves around a lot for work, maybe like, he does illegal jobs in construction, for the season lives on some boat and is a fisherman, and doesn't see the earth for weeks on end. Simon doesn't want a house, a place to come to because it reminds him of the one he lost, the one that has been stolen from him - tarnished by his deadbeat dad.

He doesn't want to mingle with normal people, he is a ghost and has been long before becoming a soldier.

So, he avoids Manchester at all costs, the city reminds him of too much pain, and too much loss and he still hasn't overcome the grief that came with his childhood years.

But, one day, he works in a little village close to one of these stupid military bases, and goes eat not too far from whatever building he is currently working on, and there are soldiers there. Simon doesn't care and doesn't look, he just knows from past experience they are loud and obnoxious.

Keep in mind, the man is huge - square and broad all over from years of physical jobs. Black ears puff from his hair, twitching at every sound, one missing a patch of flesh from an old knife fight. Sharp fangs poking from his thin mouth catch the light and the eyes, pushing against his lips into a gore curl. Most turn around when they see him, the scars, consequences of his home life, adding to the imposing and threatening aura he has, from being a massive breed.

So, he's eating a bland meal, never putting much money into pretty much anything even for his basic survival, until there is a show that towers over him. Over him. He keeps on eating his raw meat, with cold peas, thinking it's one of his colleagues or one girl that's stupid enough to come close. But, no.

It's a blond woman, face unwavering when they lock eyes, in some civvies clothes but he knows anyway. Simon always knows. She's military. From the way, her shoulders sit straight, to how her hands are steady at her side, to her analytical stare. She smells like powder and something he can recognize that most soldiers have - a reek of metal. Blood.

She talks and gives him a nice speech, but he doesn't care much. All he hears is a good job, something about training and going to other countries, and a warm meal he won't have to waste money on.

His plastic bag is thrown into the trashcan as he follows behind her, dirty blond hair unruly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his paw. Military life will be good for him. It will keep his mind busy, days too. And he will do what he is good at, made for. Hunting.

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A few years later, Ghost comes around again. The building is crippling away, and he's behind two of his colleagues, a black mask covering the bottom half of his face and sunglasses on. Johnny, his loud and obnoxious sergeant finds them hilarious. Ghost doesn't care much - except he does.

Johnny is his friend. Kyle, the calmer and more subdued, but startlingly smart man is, too. Even the older man who easily strides at his rhythm, Ghost could consider him one of his mates. They are in this idiot village and go together to eat outside the base, which isn't so stupid anymore. It's remotely a place he feels comfortable in.

They stand in the little shop that sells sandwiches and good meals, that keep his belly warm for the rest of his day when they come around, at the back of the waiting line. They have cat's hair on their jeans, white strands easily noticed on the dark denim that seems melted along the curves of their thighs. He knows he is staring, Johnny tells him about that more often than not.

But Simon cannot look away. They are here, with some earphones on, uncaring of the world around them, of everyone passing by that fills the shop - with heart-shattering eyes. And this time, instead of finally staring at the gorgeous creature there, Simon pays for their meal. Actually, he pushes rudely some bills into the lady's hand behind the counter and points to them with a tilt of his head.

Johnny is snorting half of his brain through his nose, but he waits in front of the shop. He doesn't know it yet, but Simon is not a stray anymore. Neither is exactly a Ghost.

Not when they step towards him, a little embarrassed and ask him if they can offer him coffee. Not when they sit around an atrociously small table outside a coffee shop, sharing their meal, and he feels his broken tail wag behind him, seeing their cheeks swell with food.

@archive-doll all rights reserved. reposting or modifying, including translating or use on AI is not permitted. original characters are not my own but the stories and writing are.

[eph3merall]

I JUST FOUND YOU BUT PLEASE PLEASE ANOTHER STALKER!MATT FIC (for ideas maybe while she’s on facetime with him hes.. yaknow and his camera is on which is more riskier, or another idea is she posted a photo on instagram or something thats a little more on the 18+ side and he… yaknow)

i got u 🙂↕️ piggybacked off an idea kinda ????? been meanin to visit stalker!matt i miss him :( this is sooooo late as well im so so so sorry !!! not proofread i cant STAND rereading things i write

18+ content, suggestive, stalker!matt . dont read if this isnt your cup of tea :)

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matt has a habit of knowing where you are and who you're with at all times. well, most times. sometimes he messed up, a mistake on his part. sure, your sweet, little self is his best friend, and it is wrong for him to do the things he does and think the things he conjures up in his head. but it's so hard not to want to blow your back out or tug at your hair with his dick in your mouth when you just look so pretty on your new instagram photo dump.

matt knows where these photos are taken—you and your little group of friends having gone on a trip by yourselves and driving around cute places. the beach, a flower field, museums, art galleries, you name it. multiple photos of you and various girlfriends posing or sipping drinks, until matt sees some selfies of you guys at a bar.

'what the fuck?' are the words that spew from his mouth when theres suddenly a video playing of you guys downing shots and giggling. the music is loud and the crowd in the video is boisterous and looks most likely high and or drunk. the video is a fairly short one, but he doesn't miss the way a guy is snaking his hands around your waist as you turn and grin at him so prettily.

matt's thumb swipes immediately, not wanting to stare at that sight anymore. he doesn't realize the way his fingers grip his phone a little tighter, blinking at the last image in your new little photo dump.

the dress clinging to your figure was anything but modest, paired with the way you looked with your friend. the shot was a little blurry, the cameraman was probably drunk or something. your friend stood to your right, leaning towards the camera with her upper body. a shocked expression lay on her face, one hand covering her mouth while the other splayed on top of her thigh. her eyes diverted away from the camera.

you, on the other hand, have your ass almost directly facing the camera. wide googly eyes stare at the matt through his screen over your shoulder, your shoulders hunched and hair a pretty mess. the hem of the dress you wore rode up and gave him just a little peek of your ass, and god—his dick strained uncomfortably in his jeans. the way you looked so innocent yet so enticing, knowing nothing is by far innocent in the photo.

the caption of the dump was titled 'with my girls <33', and upon opening the comments there were immediately your friends' usernames hyping you up. specifically the last photo. matt scoffed under his breath at how you responded with your little emojis and what-not. the lingering thought of the guy who briefly showed up in the dump was still in his head, to which he stashed in the back of his brain. because matt will find out who that was.

but first, he can't miss the way his dick twitches ever so slightly in the confines of his jeans and belt.

soon enough, he has his belt strewn haphazardly on the floor of his room and his pants pool at his ankles. tongue prodding his cheek, chest heaving with a heavy exhale as his hand thumbs at his tip. a hiss leaves his mouth and he's spreading the pre that's leaking from his slit down the length of his dick.

his free hand fumbles for his phone that sits on the edge of his desk, swiping to that god forsaken photo that gives him a peek of your ass. a grumbled whine rips from his throat and his hand wraps around his length—starting to pump slowly as his eyes scan over each and every single feature of your body and face in the picture.

matt's fingers grip his phone tighter and your name is falling from his lips in whiny breaths and huffs, the occasional curse getting muttered under his breath. the pace of his fist increases and soon enough he's getting himself off to not only the photo of you—but the scenarios he keeps caged up in his hear.

your face stuffed in a pillow with your ass up, his palm splaying across the cheek as his dick rams into you. drool bubbling at the corners of your mouth as he holds your head down on his cock, nose pressing into his pelvis as he feels your gag reflex kick in. your body laid all perfectly on his bed, thighs spread and squirming. his tongue poking at your entrance and his hands gripping the flesh of your hips and thighs, holding down harshly to make sure you don't thrash around so much.

matt doesn't realize he's busting until his balls tighten and your name is chanted over and over again in a whiny breath, like a prayer. his fist slows and his chest heaves up and down with each heavy gasp of air, eyes gazing at the photo on his phone and lingering for a little while.

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goodnight i havent had motivation to do anything recently how are u all i love you guys !!!! if u sent in a req i will get to that just itll be very very slow .....

©eph3merall 2024

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve’s eyes popped open and groaned at the light streaming through the window. His head was killing him. He shouldn't have had all that tequila. He suddenly realized that there wasn't anything between him in the sheets, and there were two arms across his chest. He looked over on his left to find a naked Eddie Munson lying next to him. The sheet had fallen off of him, and he had a clear view of his ass. The other arm was coming from his right side. He followed it to find Chrissy sleeping on her side, facing him. The sheet had fallen to her waist, and he could see her breasts very clearly.

"Fuck," Steve muttered.

Memories were starting to come back from last night. It was supposed to be him, Robin, Eddie, and Chrissy, but Robin had to cancel because she was sick. Although, he couldn't remember who's idea idea it was to do tequila shots, but suddenly, they were no longer watching the movie. He remembered their hands in his hair, massaging his scalp, and then the next thing he knew, they were licking salt off his neck. There was kissing. . .Eddie had kissed him first, and then it had been Chrissy.

"I like Nancy, she's pretty. . .pretty great," he remembered Chrissy slurring her words. "But we're going to make you forget all about her."

Steve remembered begging them to tear off his clothes, begging them to do so many things: biting, kissing. . .he even begged them to spank him. He definitely remembered the fucking, too. He tried to sit up without waking them up, but as soon as he moved, it alerted Eddie and Chrissy. Eddie sat up suddenly, gathering all the sheets to cover himself. He yelped when he inadvertently ripped the sheets off of Steve and Chrissy. He looked up at the ceiling.

"Did we - ?" Eddie asked.

"Fuck?" Steve asked, smirking. "Yes, we did."

"JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie yelled.

"Eddie, baby, volume," Chrissy said with a groan. "Why are you freaking out? We've had sex before."

"Not with Steve!" Eddie shrieked.

"Edward," Chrissy said, rubbing her temples.

"Sorry," Eddie said. "Why aren't you freaking out about this?"

"Well, I thought most people secretly kind of thought other people of the same sex were attractive," Steve said. "I don't think that means we're gay."

"I always thought that!" Chrissy exclaimed happily.

"WELL, WE'RE NOT STRAIGHT, STEVEN," Eddie said and groaned, burried his face into the pillow. "Ugh, I think I pissed off my own hangover. Seriously, Chrissy. . .this doesn't surprise you?"

His head was stuffed into the pillow, so his voice had been muffled. It was amusing to see his bare ass sticking high up in the air like that.

"Well, you practically drool over Steve like he's a well-done steak and then, of course, there was that time that you called out his name when we were in bed together," Chrissy said. "You're not as mysterious as you think you are, babe."

"I never noticed anything," Steve frowned.

"Well, we weren't on the map for you at the time. You were trying to get over Nancy," Chrissy said.

"Fuck Nancy," Steve grinned and then frowned. "I mean not fuck her, you know, or fuck her. . .because she's my friend now, too, so. . .ah, you know what I mean."

Chrissy and Eddie giggled. They fell into a comfortable silence as Eddie inched down onto the bed like a worm.

"You okay, baby?" Chrissy asked Eddie.

"Do you need a minute, man? I get it if you do," Steve said.

"Yeah, I think I need a minute," Eddie groaned.

"Okay, well, I think I need coffee, and I'll whip us up something simple," Steve said and kissed his forehead.

He slipped out of bed, watching as Chrissy slid over to Eddie, whispering his ear and kissing his forehead as well. Chrissy rolled out of bed and slipped on one of Steve’s sweaters.

"I'll come help," Chrissy said.

Steve smiled. His blue sweater really brought out the color of her eyes, and it contrasted nicely with her strawberry blonde hair. She was beautiful. . .they both were. Chrissy took his hand and led him out of the room, giving Eddie a moment to himself to process all of it. Even with the hangover pounding away at his skull, Steve couldn't stop smiling as Chrissy helped him cook.

"So, you always thought about men and women, too?" Steve asked Chrissy.

"Yeah, I thought that was normal for everyone," Chrissy said.

"Well, I think that it's normal for people like us," Steve said. "You did say Nancy was pretty last night."

"Okay, so maybe I had a crush on her when she was on the squad," Chrissy said. "And then again briefly after everything that happened. So, I totally get why you had to get over her twice."

"Nancy Wheeler is definitely hard to get over," Steve said with a smile.

"Tell me about it," Chrissy grinned. "You weren't exactly easy to get over when I had a crush on you, too. I don't think I ever did."

"You had a crush on me?" Steve asked.

"Still do," Chrissy grinned.

"Well. . .I'm glad you never got over me," Steve said, and he smiled at her, bumping her hip with his.

Breakfast and coffee had just gotten done when Eddie stumbled into the kitchen. He was wearing Steve’s yellow sweater and nothing else. His hair was fluffed out around him like a messy dark halo. He wandered over to them. Eddie placed one hand on Steve’s hip and the other hip on Chrissy's, pressing himself up against them. He squeezed them tightly.

"You guys just go ahead and steal all of my clothes then," Steve said teasingly.

"Okay," Chrissy giggled.

"How are you doing, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"I'm very well done," Eddie said and kissed Steve’s cheek, causing Steve to giggle.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Robin's voice startled him out of his thoughts. It was two days later, and he was back at Family Video. Steve blinked, blushed, and continued stacking the video tapes.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I thought you had been cursed for a moment, but then you started grinning like an idiot," Robin said. "I'm pretty sure you scared that old lady and her granddaughter."

"What old lady and her granddaughter?" Steve asked.

"You just talked to them for like ten minutes!" Robin exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, them," Steve said.

"Okay, did you meet someone?" Robin asked.

"No. . .," he trailed off.

"But you hooked up," Robin said.

Steve wasn't sure why he didn't just tell her right away. Eddie and Chrissy were more than happy for him to tell Robin. Especially since she knew about him. Steve has brought it up several times that he likes men and women with Robin.

"It wasn't intentional. . .we had a little bit too much tequila, and then one thing led to another. . .it was a happy accident," Steve grinned.

"I thought you weren't interested in meaningless sex anymore," she said.

"It definitely wasn't meaningless," Steve said. "It meant something to all three of us."

"Ugh, you had a threesome?" Robin asked. "What girls did you have a "meaningful" sexscapade with?"

"That's a little judgemental even for you," Steve said, raising an eyebrow at her. "And why would you assume that it's two girls?"

Steve paused and glanced around. Yeah, the place was still empty. He glanced back at Robin, who was looking at him in confusion.

"Are you telling me that Steve Harrington, notorious ladies man, had sex with a woman AND a man?" Robin asked in disbelief.

"I don't know why you're surprised by this," Steve said. "You've known this about me."

"The hell I did!" Robin shrieked.

"I told you about the times I fooled around with some of my friends!" Steve exclaimed.

"I assumed they were girls!" Robin exclaimed.

"Yeah, okay, that might be on me. I don't think I used any pronouns," he frowned. "Okay, what about the time I went on a rant about how cute I think Tom Cruise is?"

"I thought that you were just exaggerating about how much you loved Tom Cruise and that it was one of those scenarios where if you were into men, it would be him. And you actually said that," Robin said.

"Okay, that might be on me again," Steve said. "Okay, but what about that time that I made out with that guy at that bar?"

"That was a guy?!" Robin shrieked.

"Okay, from behind, I can see why you would think he was a girl," Steve said, and then he frowned. "Wait a minute, I told you his name was James."

"I thought you said Jamie," Robin said. "Okay, that one might be on me."

"Robin, okay, I literally told you that I would have sex with anyone," Steve said.

"You did not specify that it meant men!" Robin exclaimed.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed and slammed a tape down. "We ran into a newly reformed gay Tommy in the grocery store a while back, and we both literally told you that we used to roll around in the hay!"

"I didn't know that was a euphemism!" She shrieked.

"I told you that Vickie might be like me!" Steve told her.

"I thought you were talking about the fact that you and Vickie like Fast Times," Robin said and paused. "Okay, yeah, that one might be on me, too. Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we both dinguses?"

"Yeah, I think so," Steve said.

"Okay. . .suddenly, everything is making fucking sense," Robin said and shook her head. "So, these people that you meaningfully slept with. . .do you think it might become serious?"

"Yeah," Steve said, biting his lip. "I think so. They figured I would tell you, so they're okay with this. It's Eddie and Chrissy."

"Well, it's a good thing that I canceled," Robin said and paused. "You three really make so much sense. You spend so much time with them already."

"So. . .still feeling down since Vickie moved away?" Steve asked.

"No, actually, things are looking up," Robin said, blushing. "I mean, I'll always miss her. She was my first girlfriend, but I got that she wanted to be with her dad, especially after his mother died. We're friends now, though, or getting there, anyway."

"Is there someone else?" Steve asked.

Robin sighed with relief as the bell above the door rang. Eddie and Chrissy bounced into the store.

"Slow day?" Eddie asked.

"It's looking up," Steve smiled.

"Judging by the way that Robin is looking at us, she knows," Eddie said, looking amused.

"Oh, yeah, and now she knows for sure that I'm not straight," Steve said.

"I thought she knew," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, I thought she knew, too," Steve said.

"I'm. . . I'm a dingus," Robin said. "I'm happy for you, guys."

"Thanks," Eddie said, laughing.

"We really missed you," Chrissy said and kissed Steve.

Eddie gave a look around the store before giving Steve a quick kiss as well.

"It's been two days," Steve blushed.

"The heart wants what it wants," Eddie grinned.

Robin smiled and moved to stand behind the counter.

"You up for a break yet?" Chrissy asked, biting her lip as she slipped a hand into his back pocket.

"Not yet," Steve said. "Soon, though."

"Damn, we came prepared to have our way with you," Eddie said and cupped Chrissy's face, squeezing her cheeks. "How can you say no to this face?"

"It's the rules," Steve said as Eddie put his hand in Steve's other back pocket.

"Fuck the rules," Eddie whispered in his ear.

"Look, just because I know about this and is more than okay with it doesn't mean that I want to want to watch you two fuck my best friend in the place where we work."

"Boo," Chrissy laughed.

"Come on, Chrissy, let's look for a movie, and Steve can admire us from afar," Eddie said.

Steve smiled as he watched them walk away. He felt very giddy. He bit his lip as he finished up stacking the video tapes.

"I don't know how you're getting any work done today," Robin said.

"Tell me about it," Steve said as he moved back to the counter with Robin, his eyes following his partners' movements.

"Oh, you're done for already. Smitten like a kitten," Robin said. "I like seeing this on you."

"Me too," Steve said.

"You know, I never thought you'd ever move on from Nancy," Robin said.

"I think a little part of me will always be there, but I'm glad we got to be together one last time. I feel like we both got the closure we needed," Steve said.

"Really?" Robin asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve said.

"I wasn't sick!" Robin blurted out.

"What?" Steve asked.

"When I was supposed to hang out with you three. . .I was really hanging out with Nancy," Robin said.

"Nancy?" He asked.

"Yeah," Robin said, looking at him nervously. "Nothing happened! I doubt it will because I don't she'll ever feel the same way about me. . .but I wanted to see if you would be okay with it if something ever did happen."

"Robin, you don't need my permission," Steve said, looking worried.

"Of course, I don't need your permission. This isn't about that. It's about loyalty. If I can't take your feelings into account over something as important as this and treat them as something that matters, then how can I possibly do the same thing with a romantic partner? Their feelings need to be just as important as yours because you mean the world to me, Steve Harrington," Robin said. "And I don't want to be with anyone who doesn't understand that. Vickie understood it, and now, I think Nancy does, too."

"I love you, Robin, and there's always going to be this part of me that will love Nancy, but I think you two would be great together," Steve said. "It kind of makes sense that we would end up falling for the same girl."

"It really does," Robin sniffled. "I'm madly, platonically in love with you, dingus."

"I'm madly, platonically in love with you, too. . .dingus," Steve said, and she laughed.

"And you know, if things do fall apart. . . Then we'll always have each other, right?" Robin asked.

"Right. . .I don't think you're going to get any work done today," Steve smirked.

The bell above the door rang, and Nancy came in. She beamed at Robin, who smiled bashfully. Steve grinned. Look at them. . .getting a happy ending. It was one that neither one had expected, but it was definitely the happiest of accidents. Thank god for Tequila.

[sleeplesssmoll]

Semmelweis’s Anecdote

Semmelweis is sensitive to the sunlight and has burn scars on her neck from exposure. She usually covers it with her hair. Sunlight also gives her a headache and she wears thick shades in public.

Her reflection in mirrors is completely gone at this stage. It doesn't appear in water either.

Her senses are sharper, and her sense of smell is highlighted in this anecdote.

Part of Semmelweis’s vampirism is being unable to repair own blood. If she could, she wouldn’t have to siphon blood from humans (no mentions of blood type or nonhuman sources)

She is a high-profile patient and labeled as very dangerous

Emil is still her bro. She says he’s draining, but you can tell Semmelweis is really fond of him. He visits her during her stay at Laplace Rehab and brings her things. He is a logistics driver now.

She takes special supplements and injections to stave off her thirst for blood.

Vertin signed her discharge papers. Her department really does have all the misfits and dangerous people (affectionate).

Pavia is already part of Vertin’s team when he meets Semmelweis. He handed Vertin his resignation letter but he claims it's been sitting in her desk drawer, so he still carries out orders for her. Vampires and werewolves, classic.

Pavia is very clever and that side of him shines in this anecdote. He is unhinged, but he’s not an idiot.

Pavia's knife skills make an appearance in this anecdote. He likes to play with his prey.

While this could be implied from the voicelines, Pavia shows he has respect for Vertin despite his rough way of talking. He doesn't question his boss and earnestly carries out her orders. I think this also shows Vertin's trust in him. He may be crazy, but like Isolde, Jessica, and the other “quirky” arcanists, he is one of her allies.

Semmelweis calls herself a woman of practicality. She is unwavering and doesn’t make compromises (according to her inner dialogue).

Semmelweis doesn't believe in God, which feels significant in a game with so many religious references. For example, Schneider, the Numbers, and many others all have some sort of system of faith. She is the type who believes in herself and chooses her own destiny. This is why she didn't let the beyond disease or vampirism slow her down.

Semmelweis is very agile.

She likes chocolate 🍫

She and Pavia seem to get along well enough and he calls her “sunshine”, ironic for the vampire. She will happily mess with him ans vice versa though. They make a fun duo.

While she fights with her bloodlust, she herself doesn't believe in needless killing, emphasis on needless. She'll do what needs to be done.

[homey-worshiper]

things you can do for lady hestia

{ to fight consumerism }

use this old notebook - i think there is something really special about buying new stuff for your deities, of course, but i also think that using things you already have is more important, let's not waste trees, our deities wouldn't want that, if you already have an empty or half empty notebook - i say dedicate it to your deity, for me lady hestia, i also feel like she prefers older, dusty & rusty things instead of new and shiny

look through your pens, markers and find a colour that resonates with her, usually she is depicted covered in orange, red, yellow, lilac clothes, but maybe you feel like she would love this one specific brown pen. it can be coloured cover or filling, whatever you have or feel more connected to. and simply write with it. and i don't mean only in your notebooks, book of shadows - everywhere you can, you read a book and think "i think lady hestia would love to hear my thoughts about this scene" write it

drawings, doodles - of course you can draw her symbols, flames, maybe even how you would imagine her (or see her), but i am also just thinking of doodling as an act of relaxing, maybe you are listening to a boring lecture and start drawing in your book, and that also means draw everywhere, what i love to do is making a to-do list and that making doodles around it - a cozy bed, breakfast i want to make, a candle i will light while doing chores

have a pinterest boards for her - i don't think i will ever shut up about it, pinterest boards as digital altars {i want to make a bigger post on it so i will leave it at that for now}

prayer beads - look around your old jewellery, maybe you have an old bracelet, and old necklace, if it's beaded here you go - a prayer beads. tho maybe you are a jewellery collector like me and have a ton of pieces that could be perfect and then maybe you also feel confident in cutting those pieces and making a whole new necklace/bracelet from them. just remember it doesn't need to be perfect, as long as you will have a special connection to it, lady hestia will find it special

you don't need to buy new candles. i know if that when you see a specific colour or scent associated with a deity you want to get this specific one for them, but i want to you to look around the candles you already have. lady hestia loves candles, no matter which one i light up i feel her presence, but for you it may be not enough, then - carve her name, symbol with a needle, use an oil associated with her, maybe put a sticker on the jar (not on the wax itself i beg), put it on her altar or just talk to her and simply tell her "so my lady this is going to be your candle, hope you like it" and trust me she will

read books with her, or for her. it doesn't need to be paper form, it can be on you kindle or on you phone. before reading invite her to read with you or if you have an altar, sit near it and start reading (as always you can talk out loud, you can whisper, or talk in your head)

[bitterbutblue]

kokomi my love

when she loved me ☆ kokomi x reader

~ the amount of sad fucking relationship reels i got last night made me sad so now im projecting fuck u isntagram reels algorithm u made me CRY AT NIGHT

inspired by twenty five twenty one, 500 days of summer, u know the drill. if u guys want a full twenty five twenty one inspired long fic (with chapters) i am also down to write one.. i will cry writing it though

song: when she loved me - lyn lapid ~

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The summer she fell for you, she wishes to never think about again. Whenever a specific song comes on, she wants nothing more than to go back in time but also wants to destroy the very stereo the music is playing from. She finds herself haunted by her own movements, how they mimic yours and how she still thinks about what you would do before she does anything.

"Don't throw it-"

Laughter rang through the empty violet forests as you threw your head back, uncontrolled and raw. She found herself smiling at the sight of you, so loose and so happy. She couldn't help the laughter that began bubbling out of her own lips as she covered her mouth with her hand, doubling over. She didn't know why she's laughing so hard, she didn't know what was so funny but seeing you so unbridled filled her with giddy she hasn't felt since she was a child.

"That was ridiculous." She giggled and the way you grinned at her had her smile softening- the previous laughter dying on her lips as she feels an overwhelming wave washing over her. It felt like a lyric of a song she doesn't know the tune of, but it's a lyric she can hum from the beats of her heart. It felt like a way back to a home she has not yet entered, it felt like you. You finally composed yourself, running a hand through your hair as the beam of moonlight lit you up like an angel in the night.

"Nothing wrong with that, right?"

You walk up to her, picking up the jacket that had been laid on the ground, used as a blanket to sit on and dusted it off. You wrapped it around Kokomi, buttoning it up snuggly for her as she fit her arms through the oversized sleeves of your jacket, the warmth from the jacket and heart causing her to overheat from an overwhelming feeling.

She has that moment in a picture frame in her heart, like a photo album that had been abandoned and recently found, still dusty but holds a fortune of memories that warm you up. Except this photo album was cold, desolate. Found in a junkyard, memories of strangers and who they once were.

"Nothing wrong with that."

It's a sickening feeling in her gut, churning and spinning and she orders for Gorou to turn off the damn stereo as quickly as possible. He just obliges, not saying anything. She throws down her quill, shaking away whatever memories she has of you. Her eyes dart over her desk, with papers once organised but now strewn all over the place, a lingering memory of the evening you tidied her desk for her hits her hard and fast before suddenly fading into what it was- the past.

"You can't live like this."

A soft voice echoed through the chambers of her desk- she looked up, bleary eyed and you just sigh. You walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind her chair as she leaned into your touch, visibly exhausted. Her shoulders sagged downward, her head resting against your chest as she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding in.

"I'm doing just fine."

"Really?"

You nestled your head on top of hers as you took one of her hands into your own, interlacing your fingers together.

"It's late. Let's go home?"

''I can't." She mumbles, eyes closing as exhaustion finally settles in between her bones, filling themselves in every crevice and every little nook and cranny of her body.

"Yes you can, darling." You whispered, squeezing her hand softly "They can't have their leader collapsing on them from exhaustion, can they now?"

Like a siren's song, she found herself drawn to your voice. She couldn't even stop herself from nodding as she moved subconsciously, her body just following the sound of your voice as you led her out of her office.

The next morning, she found her office tidied. Her papers organised into a neat stack with sticky notes labelling which papers are which. She picked up the note on her desk and she felt herself grinning ear to ear as she readthe contents on the paper.

Good morning, my love! I organised your desk for you, hope that's okay. If you need anything just text me, love youuu <3

Her desk has been a mess since that day. She had no energy in her to organise her notes or to sort her files. She finds it too difficult to do now, her lack of energy every day being too much. Getting out of bed is hard enough, and she's really not in the mood to have to clean everything when she function with it being a mess just fine (albeit a little harder to get through).

She hasn't had the time or energy to go home, to take the walk down the desolate and empty streets just scares her now with the build up of what has happened. She finds herself taking another way, a route where she won't have to relive the worst of it all.

"Why?"

The broken expression on your face had her swallowing in guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"You say that every time-"

You turned away, taking a shaky breath in as you tried to calm yourself down and Kokomi just stands there like a coward.

"This is exhausting, Kokomi."

She looked down, fidgeting with her fingers as she drops her work bag onto a chair, unsure if she should approach you or not.

She should've approached you that night.

You instead turned around angrily, facing her again and the pained look in your eyes had her looking away now because it ate her alive, knowing that she caused you this much pain.

"Couldn't you just let me know earlier? You keep disappearing on me, I keep worrying about if you died out there or not-"

"I will-"

"You said that last time."

She looked down.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that."

She found herself not going to bed that night, sitting at the kitchen table as she listened to your muffled sobs through the door.

When Gorou tells her it's late, she just nods. The last thing she needs is to lie in an empty bed and feel the coldness of the night wrap its arms around her as an attempt to comfort her or to soothe the once-sharp pain, now faded into a dull thud with each thump of the heart. When she sleeps, she tucks her head into her arms, the hard wood digging into her elbows but the minorly uncomfortable pain is better than having to be overly consumed with her thoughts in the comforts of a bed.

She wakes up to a cup of tea in front of her and for a minute her heart leaps until she's hit with reality once more. She sees Gorou's handwriting and just wishes it was yours for a split second.

Kokomi, take care.

She screwed her eyes shut as she took a deep breath in, refusing to let you see the tears behind her eyes. You just stood opposite her, looking down at your shoes as tears fell down from your face and onto the ground.

"Was this my doing?"

The silence was broken by her shaky question as she finally brings herself to look up at you and she can feel her chest caving in again at the sight of you.

"It's not your fault."

Your voice was strained, as if you were using every atom in your body to try to make yourself sound as put together as possible.

"We've just grown so apart with all that's happened."

She has to stop herself from shaking, the entire world seems to be trembling until she realised it was just her.

"I don't want to say who's right or wrong. There isn't a right or wrong."

The evening chill that once held memories of cuddling under the stars is now just a sharp pierce through her skin, a blade running itself through each crevice of her beating and bleeding heart.

"We're making things difficult by blaming each other."

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold in the sob.

"You and I, we still care a lot for each other."

The words in her chest build up like word vomit.

"Did we have to come to this?" She whispered

"We were already coming to this."

She gasped when she felt a tug on her jacket, looking to see you buttoning up her jacket once more- your eyes filled with unshed tears as your trembling hands slowly slid each button through slit. A shaky gasp is let out as you tried not to sob, but it comes out choked as a tear falls and she couldn't stop herself. The shatter of her heart rang through the night as she feels the tear fall down her face, hot- burning a mark on her skin. She bit down on her lower lip once more, trying to stifle the sob but it still comes out and hearing your silent cries only made it harder for her to hold it in.

The dam breaks fully when she feels you pull her into a tight hug, and she knows this is the last time she'll feel your arms around hers like this so she holds on tight. The dam breaks and she sobs, loud and messy. The way you trembled had her feeling like she was going to shatter any minute. She held you as close as she could, arms tightening around your waist and hoping that maybe for the last time you two could just become one again.

"Let's not put ourselves through this again." You said softly, and she could feel your tears seep through her jacket- the jacket you buttoned for the last time.

She could only nod as she lets out a loud sob for the last time, and maybe the last thing you remember of her is the way she cries.

"Goodbye, Kokomi."

[temptinggalileo]

Please read this the whole way through, if you are able.

This morning, my beloved cat Suki passed away in her sleep. She had a slew of health issues that affected her breathing, mobility and a couple other things, but her passing was not altogether unexpected, especially with how her condition declined towards the end.

My other cat (her sister, coincidentally) is battling liver cancer at the moment and is on end of life care, which is costing a lot of money and is incredibly emotionally taxing. I can just about afford her medication and treatment normally, but because of this secondary expense I can't currently afford to have Suki cremated, nor will the vet hold her until I can because of an outstanding bill for her sister. The cost of cremation is £140, which I won't be able to afford for at least a couple weeks, which would be fine if not for the fact we have nowhere to store her. I'm hoping I might be able to drum up the funds sooner with help from donations from people who love cats as much as I do.

I don't like asking for financial assistance if I can avoid it, but my beautiful girl doesn't deserve to sit and rot for a week just because her owner can't afford to put her to rest on their own. If anyone is able to donate, no matter how small the amount, your kindness would be massively appreciated and will help cover the cost of the cremation. I'm adding a couple of photos of Suki (with my personal watermark over them, in case anyone wonders what the overlay is) and my PayPal, which is the only money transfer app other than direct banking I have currently. If you can't donate, please consider sharing, reblogging, commenting, anything to increase traffic.

Thank you for reading this far. Suki was a sweetheart, always cuddling up to people for warmth and pets, and it's taken me forever to be able to form this post properly because I'm heartbroken and couldn't stop crying during my first few attempts, so I'm sorry if it's worded weirdly.

https://www.paypal.me/HW98

[mybworlds]

Chapter 4

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Javier Peña and his partner can't stand each other, but to take down an old enemy they are forced to work together and pretend to be a complacent married couple.

Series warnings: language , violence, alcohol use, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, smut (18+ MDNI), creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), trauma and SA referencing.

Masterlist

A/N As requested by you, here is the fourth chapter of ODLS ✌🏼 I'm not an expert on these spy agencies, so if I got something wrong, don't get angry or offended. 😬 And maybe some aspects of Peña's character may change, if it's necessary. 🔎 I don’t know how many chapters the story will have. 📖 If you didn't like this story, it's okay, be kind and move on 🙂

If you want to leave a comment and tell me what you think, thanks ❤️

Taglist: @love-affair-with-fandoms; @pedr0swh0r3; @angel98624 @harriedandharassed if you want to be added let me know.

Thanks @saradika for the divider.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

The next day when you open your eyes you feel wrapped in something incredibly warm. You open your eyes and realize that you are completely surrounded by Peña's arms.

You turn towards him and you see him. He's sleeping, his breathing is a little heavy, his lips are half open, he frowns every now and then and you can't help but smile. He seems almost normal in this circumstance, he doesn't seem to be the hardened seducer or the man who uses cutting words towards you. He even seems to be sweet.

You can't stand him and yet you have to admit it to yourself, he's like a magnet. You want to slap him and hug him at the same time. He mutters something unintelligible and all your thoughts of him stop.

“Lorraine.” he mutters.

Who is she? One of many?

He is still sleeping when he continues to mumble in his sleep “Why?” his expression becomes one of pain and so you decide to wake him up.

“Javier,” you shake him “Javier! Peña!” he opens his eyes “It’s okay, you were dreaming.” you reassure him.

He rolls over onto his back and looks at the ceiling. He starts breathing normally again, covering his face with one hand.

“It was just a dream,” you repeat.

But his expression doesn't soften. It must have been a terrible nightmare.

“What did you dream? Do you want to tell me about it?”

He takes a deep breath and exhales, then turns his head away, “Don’t worry too much about me. I’m fine.”

“All right.” you simply answer by sitting in the middle of the bed and turning your head towards the balcony from which the sunlight filters.

You run a hand through your hair, “I’m going to wash myself,” you tell him, but it’s as if you were talking to yourself because he doesn’t reply or say anything.

The jet of cool water gently caresses your skin, freeing you from that strange pleasant warmth that Peña's arms had left on you. A strange growing uneasiness spreads within you, today you will have to actively search for El Diablo. You don't know what to expect. You just know that he has inhuman ways and that if you go against him and his business, you're dead.

You hear the door open and then close. You turn off the water for a moment and open the shower door, “Peña?”

You wait a few moments, but he doesn’t answer. You finish washing yourself and then get out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and then open the door and find your room completely empty. You are perplexed.

Where did he go?

As you search for a dress to go around the resort, you hear the door open. You turn your head slightly to see if Javier is back. He has two large glasses in his hands that you imagine contain coffee and with one foot closes the door behind him.

You stand up with the towel still on, while he seems to want to devour you with just one look. You clear your throat, “Coffee?”

“Uh? Yeah,” the man replies, realizing he was staring at you and handing you the cup.

“Thanks.” you sip your coffees in silence while constantly observing each other. It's strange, but not as strange as yesterday or two days ago.

“Um,” you try to focus on the reason why you are here in France “we have to find him today.” you say looking into his eyes “We have to. Or it will all have been for nothing.” you add.

His eyes have a serious, concentrated expression and then he nods, “Okay, so what's the plan?”

Maybe it's trivial, but you want to look around better. It's likely that El Diablo has booked some exclusive seats and if so, you have to find out today. Javier nods, but he seems to be perhaps too much focused on your still bare legs.

You notice how he stares at your legs, how he lets his gaze wander, how he grits his teeth, how he contorts his mouth. By now you've learned to recognize those little facial movements that let you know he's not thinking about El Diablo, but about something else entirely.

“So, are you okay with this?” you ask him.

“Huh?”

“I knew it!” you exclaim, sighing. “Okay, I’ll get dressed and explain the plan to you, again. Give me a couple minutes.”

Javier hadn't dreamed of his soon-to-be-fiancée for a while and doing so had left him with a deep state of anguish that, despite your attention to him, shows no signs of passing.

Javier truly loved her. He would have married her. He would have even given up his job if she had asked him! She was expecting a child from him, it was obvious that family would come before his work.

Then, the truth came out and Javier felt like he had been punched in the face. Lorraine, his Lorraine, had lied.

From that moment on, he no longer believed in love. From that moment on, he only focused on his physical needs and how they could benefit his investigations.

Even when he met you, he thought he could have a good time by having useful information for his investigation, but you surprised him. You have repeatedly said no to his proposals, allusions and this on the one hand has made you detestable in his eyes, but on the other even more fascinating.

He knows that there is nothing between you except a room that forces you to stay together in a few square meters and a mission in which he wanted to participate strongly. But deep down, Javier also did it because he wants to know you. He wants to know the real you. Not the lonely bitch who barely says hello to anyone when she comes into the office. He knows there's more. If only you'd let go. He knows he upset you by telling you that you need hugs and caresses, and that you are your own worst judge but if he said those words it was because he felt them and was convinced of them.

The night before you fell asleep while whispering a name, you turned over a couple of times in bed and a feeling of great tenderness was unleashed in him, he hugged you tightly in your sleep telling you to stay calm and you started breathing regularly again and you also held onto him.

He doesn't know if you have feelings for him, if it's just physical attraction or if Javier is just imagining it all, but what he notices is that you're not embarrassed about being in his presence almost completely naked as you were on the first day.

When you come out of the bathroom you look enchanting: the dress you chose is blue, your hair is styled in a high bun and you smile. You smile at him. He can't help but smile back with a knowing expression.

You are beautiful.

You are so sure of yourself, you hold his hand with such naturalness that for a few meters, Javier forgets that this is a farce and that there is nothing between you. You're faking it so well. Your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, it all seems so real.

He's even thinking about kissing you, when he sees you as if enraptured by something and you, taking his hand, pull him towards a disco.

“¿Qué es? (What's up?)”

“Ven, Diego. (Come on, Diego.)”

After a moment of recovering from your gestures, Javier realizes what has really caught your attention. You saw one of El Diablo's henchmen enter.

You approach the entrance where you see a brochure inviting the resort's guests to this themed evening. Women must wear a black dress and a small mask, men in white shirt and a mask too.

“That’s perfect.” you whisper in his ears and then looking for his eyes after you leave the club.

“We don’t know if…” he pauses, looking around, “if he’s really going there or if it’s just a trap for us agents. He knows we’re after him.”

A few moments later a man bumps into Javier, “Oops sorry.” he just says before continuing to walk after giving you several glances.

“It'll be fine.” you tsk “What happened to the daredevil man in you?” you tease him as you sit down at a table and have breakfast “I thought you were a man of action!”

He rolls his eyes, “I am, but we were always well equipped, never like this.”

He barely drinks a coffee, you take a croissant and share it. He refuses for the first time, but when you almost put it in his mouth, he can't refuse, smiling at you with his eyes.

When you get up from the table, Javier checks his jacket pocket and frowns.

“What’s up?” you ask him, mimicking his expression.

“The CIA guys are here. That man gave me the same brochure as before. He’s here.” he whispers showing you the flyer that had been written in pen, he is here, eyes and ears open, we don't lose sight of you.

You nod.

“It can be done.”

You take off the ring, he frowns. “What. . . What are you doing?” he asks you.

He had already experienced a similar scene and the result was the same: a punch in the stomach and the sensation of acid rising up.

Lorraine....

“We have to be credible and with a ring on our finger we won’t get very far.”

Javier places a hand on your wrist, “We’ve been pretending to be a married couple here. We made all this fuss and now we have to pretend to be each other’s business?”

“Javi,” you say, placing your hand on his, “it’s just for tonight, then I’ll put it back on.” You reply with a small smile.

Night comes and you and Javier are ready to take the stage. There are really a lot of people, the alcohol flows freely, the music pierces your ears, the lights color all of you in patches.

Javier is particularly nervous. You can see it in the way he looks around, in the glances he throws at you and in the way he lets his gaze wander from you to the others who look at you almost hungrily.

You wore a short black dress that left almost your entire back exposed, a pair of vertiginous heels and red lipstick. Javier a white shirt and a pair of black pants. He’s so fucking handsome.

You grab a beer leaning on the bar and wearing your sexiest look, you’re a bomb.

Peña is at a certain distance from you, but not so far as to lose sight of you.

He is afraid. He didn't want to admit it, but he is afraid. Not so much for himself, he knows how certain things go. He is afraid for you. You never did this, you never pretended to be someone else just to catch a criminal. You always went in company and with a gun in your hand.

“A whiskey.”

You are so fucking beautiful and Javier knows he should be looking anywhere but at you constantly, but tonight you are a delicious distraction.

You are constantly surrounded by groups of young men and you act so naturally as if you have always been undercover, you know when to laugh, when to touch your hair and when to look at "your husband" who is tremendously charming tonight.

It would have been a normal night at a disco if at a certain point Peña hadn't recognized one of El Diablo's henchmen coming towards you and that's when all his senses went on alert. He sees the guy whispers something to you and you, looking away for a moment at your partner, walk away with the stranger.

Peña knows that now he just has to trust you and wait. He can't follow you, he'd put you in serious danger.

Some girl approaches him, tries to seduce him and, if he had been alone, he probably would have even given in, but he can't.

He waits for you for what seems like hours, then he sees you again. You stand still for a moment and then head towards the bar again.

Peña sees the same guy from before still scrutinising you as if to understand whether you are who you said you were or whether you are someone else. Javier loses count of how many drinks you consume, when he sees you half staggering he approaches you placing an arm on your hip.

“Hey, hands off!” you exclaim before turning to him “Oh, it’s you, my husband!” you exclaim, leaning against him and burying your head in the crook of his neck, smiling.

“Don't worry, I'll take you away.” He whispers in your ear, holding you tight and placing a hand on your back.

The two of you walk side by side, or rather you walk completely next to him and several times you rest your head in his hollow, stopping every now and then. He caresses your back, now your hair, in a gesture of affection.

When you enter the room, you lean against the door and look at him, Javier takes off his watch and puts it on the nightstand.

Then you look into each other's eyes for a long moment, "Thank you." you tell him walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck before you find yourself kissing each other sometimes gently, sometimes a little less so.

You are still entwined on the bed, he is between your legs, his hands on the sides of your face so as not to weigh too much on you, you have your hands in his dark hair.

“Don’t.” you say perhaps in a flash of lucidity and then resume kissing and being kissed.

“I was scared for you,” he confesses, giving you a kiss first on the cheek, then on the side of your neck.

“I know you have a soft heart, Javi,” you murmur, holding him close.

The next day when you open your eyes and find yourself wrapped in his arms, you almost jump.

You move him away from you and he jumps, opening his eyes with a annoyed look, “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“No, what the fuck were you doing holding me tight to you?!” you blurt out, adjusting the strap of your dress that had slipped down your arm.

He sits up and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, “Nothing happened between us. Okay? Don’t worry.”

“You better!” you exclaim.

“What the fuck can you be such a bitch when you first wake up!” he exclaims.

“Fuck you.” You tell him, turning your back on him.

For a while you remain silent, “What happened when you walked into that guy in that private room?” he asks.

“He wants me to go to his private room tonight.”

“He?” he asks you, raising his eyebrows as if to make sure he understood correctly.

You nod, “Himself.”

“Fuck.” he whispers, placing a hand over his mouth “Okay, and how did you introduce yourself to him?”

“That’s the problem. Um, I… I said I was an escort.”

“You, what?! Jesus, you couldn't have been that stupid!” he exclaims “And what will you do if he asks you for a blowjob or a fuck?!” he blurts out, widening his eyes “Or worst?!”

“It’s my, our chance.” You tell him. “Don’t worry.”

“I won’t let you do this,” he says, placing a hand on your forearm.

You look at his hand on your forearm, “It’ll be okay.”

“If anything happens to you…” he tells you and you notice all concern in his voice.

You swallow, “I know what I’m doing.” You pause, “But I hope you and the others will have my back.” You add by placing a hand on his.

“I will.”

[pupkou]

i’m literally going to **** ******

[yunogf]

there's nothing like having ur boss chew u who is overworked and underpaid out for not doing enough :)

[death-rebirth-senshi]

I think Malenia's grab throw and impale you attack is cool but waterfowl still feels goofy to me idk

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[homunculus-argument]

Sometimes in therapy I feel like I don't have trauma in some correct sort of way. Like I'll be explaining that my childhood wasn't even really traumatic, just kind of bleak and boring. The worst my parents ever made me feel was disappointed, but not surprised. it was all so very mundane. And whenever some therapist asks me what I mean, I'll tell some random story that I happen to remember off the top of my head of what my childhood was like, or one that I think illustrated what kind of people my parents were and what their relationship was like.

Like this one time I remember when I was like 10 or so, I can't remember where we were going but the whole family was getting into the car, and dad started bitching at mom about how come when their first car was in his name, it was their car, and then when they had their own cars they had his car and her car, but now that they only have one car again, it's still just her car.

And then mom bitterly pointed out that the reason why he doesn't have a company benefit car anymore is because he lost his lisence for driving drunk with the kids on board while she was on a business trip. (And while mom didn't bring it up at the time, he had also tried to cover this up and act like nothing had happened. And she wouldn't have found out if my (11/12-year-old at the time?) sister hadn't thought of calling one of mom's friends like "hey cops showed up and took dad so we're home alone now idk what we're supposed to do now" and she came to watch us and told mom.)

...And I was like 10 and sitting quietly on the back seat listening to them bickering about this because they still both bothered to be mad about it. Not mad enough to get divorced or anything, but still bitter enough to bitch at each other about each other. And a therapist will be like wow how did that make you feel, and ???

Bored of it? Disappointed, but not surprised? That was just what life was like. Quietly waiting for bitter adults to be done bickering with each other because you can't do anything to fix this and while they could, they won't do anything to improve their lives. Life was just like that.

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance

contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !

author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎

satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.

that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.

gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!

gojoslittleslut: notice me pls

"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl— oh, fuck, what is that?"

you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.

gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~

satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.

suguru-geto: he has a gf ...

gojoslittleslut: yeah

gojoslittleslut: me

you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend. 

satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.

eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.

toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day

inumaki: we know gtfo

gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?

toji-fushiguro: bet

"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments. 

satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).

your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"

satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.

he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.

satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"

"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.

"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."

[dumbbitchgalore]

Aphrodisiac chocolate ft. old man!Price 💕🍫

A few days ago, you receive a box of chocolates from your best friend. It was a black velvety box which almost seemed too sophisticated for a chocolate box. You couldn't help but remember the look on her face when she gave you the box. All winky and smily. At one point you thought that she either had a stroke or that her face got stuck in that position

Now a few days later, you stare at the same box in your fridge sighing softly. Most be one hell of a good chocolate if the box looks like that. You shrug your shoulders and open the box to see what the stroke-like face was all about.

You open the box and only see three divots where the chocolate is supposed to sit, except one is missing. Thinking John may have eaten one, you go to your shared bedroom to ask what it tasted like before you eat one yourself. You've always been skeptical of new desserts so you want to ask him before you tried it just incase it wasn't your cup of tea.

But when you enter the bedroom, you do not expect to find what you did

John Price, former SAS captain, in bed with his eyes screwed shut fisting his cock which looked painfully hard. You drink up the sight in front of you as you listen to his breathy pants and desperate grunts. You walk up to the edge of the bed and move the hair that's clinging to his forehead.

"Honey." You call out to him.

His doesn't stop his movements and just simply opens his eyes slightly, jerking his cock at a brutally fast pace,

"Sweetheart." He croaks out as if he's in pain.

You frown at his discomfort.

"What do you need, handsome?" You whispers softly.

And that was enough to have John manhandle you onto the bed, laying on your chest with your arse in the air. You gasp at his roughness but have never seen John like this before.

John simply moves your panties to the side and rams his cock inside of you. You yelp in shock but that soon turns into a moan when he starts fucking you.

Nice and deep. Hard and merciless. Fuck, this felt good. It felt too good. Your moans are salacious as they reverberate off the walls of your bedroom.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You squeal.

John lets out a breathy laugh as he continues his brutal pace not stopping for a second. And poor you had your face smashed against the pillows but it's not like you mind it one bit. Your moans only get obsscenely louder

A few more thrusts and his cums so hard inside of you that you yelp at the new sensation. Hot, thick and sticky cum coating your insides. And at the same time you chant his name like a prayer as your orgasm hits you hard. John teasingly pulls out and with it, his cum starts to leak out of your hole. You pant and you go limp in bed. Damn, that felt good.

John chuckles, kissing your forehead. "Sometimes I wish that I could do all the time. You deserve being covered in my cum, birdie."

You chuckle hoarsely too. "I don't think I could keep up with you if you're like this all the time." You mumble softly.

He hums in agreement, laying down next to you as he rubs your back gently. "Those chocolates are something else, huh?"

Your eyes widen slightly.

Oh so that's what the chocolates are for.