#take this as my i’m sorry for being a little inactive post

[kaidabakugou]

it’s 10pm, my neighbor is blasting christian music, my roof is still leaking bc the rain hasn’t stopped, and i have mouth sores… i’m doing great :)

[noyasmashing]

I believe sperm retention is good for men's health so that's the plot line. We are always so kind and gentle with Tamaki(Amajiki) but today we want to test how good of a boy he truly is. We tell him that today he isn't allowed to cum at all and if he succeeds we will be so proud of him, but if he fails he will get his first punishment. Hope he's a good boy :(

Can we get hcs pretty please? *Bats my pretty lashes*

★ NOT AT ALL. tamaki!

• warning: Tamaki Amajiki + gn!dom reader, edging, praise, lots of dirty talk, mentions of punishments and spanking.

• author note: no proof read for this one 😔 sorry for being so inactive, once I’m not traveling so much I promise I’ll be able to post more often.

Tamaki's stomach would doing flips at the thought of surrendering his pleasure, a concept he'd never experienced before. He does the most to obey your demands, even if it meant embarrassing himself. But this was the first time he'd been asked to give up his own pleasure, and it left him distraught. His face would be contorted in a mixture of pouts and whimpers, his eyes welling up with tears as he clutched at your hips in desperation.

Initially, Tamaki would likely protest vehemently, as the idea of sperm retention obviously a punishment. However, if you insisted, he would have no choice to obey you. Despite the struggle it would be for him, the thought of you having full control over whether he can climax or not is a major turn on for him. The possibility of receiving praise if he does manage to succeed adds to the excitement. Let alone the idea of you being proud of him is enough to prevent him from ejaculating, no matter how much he desires to do so.

Alternatively, he might not be able to contain his orgasm and ends up coming all over his sad little tummy :( Even though he might find pleasure in the punishment you administer, he would feel extremely guilty. He would immediately break down in tears, whimpering and apologizing for his actions, promising to be a good boy. However, deep down, he enjoys the idea of defiance and rough treatment, as long as he ends up being your good boy by the end of the night. Though the punishment wouldn't be overly harsh, he would take it with equanimity, counting each spank and murmuring "sorry" and "thank you" in between.

"Have you gotten way too spoiled?" you asked, your voice warm and gentle as your finger continued to caress the fabric of his clothes, tracing the outline of his cock.

The shy boy shook his head, still avoiding eye contact. "Have you gotten… pretty spoiled?" you asked, your tone softening as you drew a little closer to him.

His ears flushed a deeper crimson as he nodded almost imperceptibly, the slightest movement betraying his admission. "Yeah?" you cooed, coaxing him to speak up, though he couldn’t find the courage to.

You exhaled a soft sigh, tracing the contours of his tip with your finger, moving at a torturously slow pace. "Do I need to be rougher with you?" you breathed, your question laced with a hint of curiosity.

His lip curled downward at the suggestion, and he subtly pushed into your hand, as if seeking more. "Meaner," he corrected, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me to be meaner?"

This time, he nodded, his gaze locked on yours, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and vulnerability as they seemed to glaze over and dilate. You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Yeah?"

As shame began to dissipate, he nodded more resolutely, a soft "please" escaping his lips, his tone laced with a hint of desperation.

You leaned in, your voice low and husky, "Please, what?" as you settled onto his thighs, pinning him in place to prevent him from squirming away. He paused, his eyes cast downward, his face growing hotter by the second as he struggled to find the courage to speak his desires. The words finally emerged, hesitantly forced out: "Please...can...can we do more?" His hand slowly going to cover his face, as if trying to conceal the vulnerability that had taken over.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you gently pulled his hand away, forcing his teary gaze to meet yours. "No coming tonight, Tamaki," you stated firmly, your nails digging lightly into his wrist.

His face contorted in confusion, a pitiful puff of air escaping his lips as he whispered, "W-what?" His eyes searched yours, seeking clarity.

You leaned in closer, your voice taking on a calm, deliberate tone. "Let's see if you're really a good boy," you said, your hand drifting over his chest as you watched his expressive face cycle through a gamut of emotions. "You're not getting to cum tonight, understand?"

Tamaki's whiny voice cracked as he asked, "L-like... not at all?" His words were laced with a mixture of disappointment and longing.

“Like not at all.” repeated, your voice dripping with a warm, sadistic sweetness. "But don't worry, if you behave, I'll give you a very nice reward," you purred, leaning down to gently lick his pink nipple.

Tamaki let out a strained moan, struggling to find his voice. "And what if I...do?" he asked, his breathy words tumbling out as he gazed up at you with a pout.

You paused, weighing your options with deliberate slowness. "Then," you said, your tone turning stern, "I'll have to punish you."

Tamaki's whine was almost inaudible as he protested, "Why are you being so mean to me?" He sank deeper into the pillows, his face hidden from view as he sought to escape his embarrassment.

“I thought you asked me to be meaner to you, was I wrong?” you teased, slowly pulling down his clinging boxers to finally release his rigid cock. Tamaki's gaze dropped to his stomach, and he looked at himself with a mixture of self-pity and resignation as he anticipated the marathon of edging you had in store for him tonight.

A small, involuntary whimper escaped his lips as he lifted his gaze to yours, his clumpy lashes fluttering as he gazed up at you with pleading eyes. You grasped the base of his cock, and began to pump your fist in a slow, deliberate motion. Tamaki's hips twitched in response, and he watched with a pout as you let a droplet of saliva slide down the length of his shaft, making him squirm.

"Stay still for me, baby," you coaxed, your wrist moving in a slow, sensual arc as you reached the tenderest part of his cock. His hand clamped down on your wrist, his head thrown back in a moan of pleasure as you stroked his most sensitive spot.

"I-I...," he gasped, his words trailing off between ragged breaths, "I can't...I'm close."

Your pace slowed imperceptibly, and a soft coo of sympathy escaped your lips. "Ah, already? I see my words got you excited," you said, batting your lashes with a wicked smile. "Do you want to be punished?"

Tamaki's whine was like a protest, his hand reaching behind him to grasp the sheets as if seeking support. "N-no," he argued, his hips subtly buckling into your hand as if trying to pull away from the impending orgasm.

You let out a soft sigh, your hand trailing off to caress his sacs. Tamaki's tension eased, and he reached out with a hand, his fingers closing around yours in a gentle grasp. "Hold?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across your face as you gazed at his blushing cheeks. "Oh, you want to hold my hand? How sweet," you teased, your tone dripping with amusement.

Tamaki's arm shot up to cover his face once more, but it didn't stay there for long. His hand quickly reasserted itself, gripping the sheets as if seeking grounding as you began to stroke him again. Beads of pre-cum formed on his length, trickling down his shaft like tiny rivers as you focused your movements on the pink, puffy tip.

As you continued to tease him, you posed the question aloud, more for the pleasure of watching him squirm than any genuine interest in his opinion. "What do you think would be a fitting punishment?" you mused, your grip on his base tightening as you felt his cock throb with desire at the very thought of it. "Should I deny you touch for a week?" You suggested, your voice low and husky, the words sending shivers down Tamaki's spine.

"No," Tamaki protested, his head shaking rapidly from side to side.

You pouted, your smile twisting into a wicked grin. "Oh, come now, don't be shy. A little spank might do you some good," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "You might just turn bright red."

Tamaki's embarrassment began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of urgency as he felt his orgasm building. He was desperate to come, and the thought of being spanked only added to his arousal. His resolve crumbled, and he let out a strained "I'm getting close" as his hips bucked upward in search of relief.

As you withdrew your hand from his cock, Tamaki let out a soft moan, his body surrendering to the pleasure that had been building inside him. His face flushed with shame and excitement, he lay there, helpless and exposed, as the orgasm disappeared.

If you repeat this with him enough, you might just break him. The poor boys brain would dissolve into mush faster than you make think. His skin would be flushed, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, and tears streaming down his face. His thighs trembling with each touch, as if the physical sensation was too much to bear. The pain would be almost unbearable, yet his body would crave release more than anything.

If you spoke words of encouragement, all he would manage would be a numb nod, his mind consumed by the desperate desire to come. From that point on, there were only two paths open to him: succumb to the inevitable and let go, risking failure and the agony of delay; or grit his teeth and push through the pain, earning your praise and attention.

I believe he would be more likely to listen to you, no matter how bad it hurt. Solely because he enjoys being pampered more than anything. Any sort of torture is worth a cold shower with you. He would already be fantasizing about you scrubbing his back and telling him how proud you were of him, how he was yours, and only yours.

Oh, but I do think that if sperm retention became a habit, he might “accidentally” cum, just to see where it gets him.

[imbored1201]

can u do a fic where Australian r joins arsenal after playing with the tillies and moves in with Caitlin and Kyra while Steph lives next door. Just a lot of fluff I guess and maybe a bit of home sickness for r

Parenting 101

A/N: sorry I’ve been inactive, I’m back at school and arguing with my counselor to take me out of my trig/precal class because I’m suffering in it😭

Words: 1,249

Basically the Australian Arsenal girlies x Aussie reader

Moving to play for Arsenal from Australia was something that was not on your to-do list. You were barely an adult; just turning 18. 

After showing off a bit during the World Cup, you got an opportunity to play for one of the best teams, and you took it. Mostly because Caitlin and Steph were able to convince you. Caitlin took you in because no one could trust you on your own.

Kyra joining was the cherry on top. For you at least. Not for Caitlin; you and Kyra were partners in crime. Going around and pranking everyone, clinging to Mini or Steph, and babysitting Harper together (with supervision).

Now she was a single mother, having to raise two toddlers. The only problem Steph had was the fact that you and Kyra loved to break into her home to eat all her food. She always regretted giving you a spare key. 

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Moving in with Caitlin and Kyra was chaotic. Katie would sometimes come over, so they always took over the living room while you and Kyra would either go bother Lessi or Steph. 

It was chaos. From stealing each other's clothes to arguing over the fact that your clothes were being stolen. Then arguing over eating each other's left-overs, to the point where you guys had to start labeling your leftover food. 

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Something that annoyed Caitlin was yours and Kyra's dumb fights. They went on for hours, you two ignoring each other over a FIFA game or not being able to agree on a show or movie you want to watch together, then it would turn into a whole wrestling match and the winner got TV privilege. 

The last wrestling match, your back hit the corner of Kyra's dresser, which sent you to the floor crying in pain. You decided it was time to retire from your wrestling career. 

Kyra thought you were being dramatic, but you had a huge bruise to prove that you weren't. Even Steph thought you were being dramatic since you went crying to her house, but when she saw the bruise, she was speechless. 

"How does that even happen" she said to herself, adding an ice pack to your bruise. "The worst part about this is Kyra gets a week of TV privilege; our number 1 rule is if you go crying to Steph, you're the biggest loser." You cried more. 

Steph rolled her eyes. "I don't know how Caitlin puts up with this." "She's always at Katie's." You stared down her candy bowl and looked at her, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and you automatically grabbed it and started stuffing your face with candy. 

When the pain went away and Steph put cream on it, you wanted to show off your cool bruise to everyone. You made Kyra take a picture of it and posted it to your story. 

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"Ay, let me see that bruise." Katie grinned at you as she entered the house, completely ignoring Caitlin's hug. 

You showed her, and she decided to touch it. "Ay!" You yelled, pushing her. "Now that's a battle scar," Caitlin rolled her eyes at Katie's comment.

"I did it," Kyra said proudly, stuffing her face into the snacks Caitlin had out. "She's very proud of it." You muttered, Kyra took all the credit for your bruise after you posted your story. 

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"What are you doing during the break?" You asked Katie, "Visiting Caitlin's family." You hummed at that; you hadn't even thought about visiting your family. 

They were disappointed when you left; your mom had even caused a whole argument when they were driving you to the airport about you basically abandoning them, and you were scared they would throw you out if you stepped a foot back into their house. 

The girls noticed how silent you got after that. You stayed in your one little world, only speaking whenever they spoke to you. Not even Kyra letting you pick the movie cheered you up. 

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When Caitlin got back inside from walking Katie to her car, she stood in front of you, wanting to know what was wrong. She got more worried when she saw the tears in your eyes. 

"Kyra, what did you do to her now?" Caitlin put her hands on her hips and looked at Kyra. 

"I didn't do anything," Kyra defended, taking a bite of her food. They watched you for a couple more minutes; you just continued to pick at your food and focused on the TV.

They looked at each other worried, and Caitlin instructed Kyra to go get Steph, who was way better at this comforting thing. 

"You okay kiddo?" Caitlin asked, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You nodded, refusing to look at her. 

"Are you sure? Don't make me tickle the information out of you," she threatened, grinning as she saw you holding back a smile. 

"I'm sure." Caitlin quickly pinned you down on the couch, starting to tickle your sides a bit, making you shriek and try to fight your way out of it. 

"I miss Australia," you blurted out when she started tickling your neck. That was your weak spot. Caitlin let out a small 'oh'. "Why don't you go back? It'll be good to visit your family." That was the breaking point. 

You started crying, Caitlin froze, not knowing what to do or say. 

"Hey, don't cry," she tried, but that just made you cry harder. Caitlin pulled you into a hug, hoping Steph would get here soon. 

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"Where's the child?" Steph announced as she rushed inside. "Steph," you called out, reaching for her.

"It's okay kiddo," she comforted, pulling you into her lap and rubbing your back. She looked to Caitlin for an explanation. 

"She said she misses Australia." "Told you it wasn't me this time," Kyra said, crossing her arms, still mad Caitlin accused her. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Steph asked you, "I miss my parents, but they're mad I left, and I'm scared they'll disown me if I show up again." They all frowned at that. 

"Duckling, have you tried calling them?" Steph asked, you rolled your eyes at that nickname. Macca and Alanna loved to call you that since you loved to choose who you wanted to follow on a specific day.

"They've tried calling me, but I'm scared to answer." Caitlin grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

"Talk to them; if you keep avoiding this, it's going to get worse." You took the phone from Caitlin and nodded as you gained confidence. You quickly went outside to call your parents, hoping they would answer.

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You came back in with a smile. "I'm going home," you said happily, making the girls smile. Kyra tackled you into a hug and cheered. 

"This calls for a cheat day," she said as she started thinking about what to get. "Our cheat day was yesterday," Caitlin pointed out. 

"I want nuggets," you told them. "Fine, two cheat days; we just can't let this get out to Leah, got it?" She looked at you and Kyra. You both nodded, and Kyra started showing you some places.

Steph took the three of you to the place you and Kyra agreed on, and with the way she kept scolding you and Kyra inside for 'bad manners' everyone watching thought you were her children, and Caitlin was just there for emotional support.

You loved your two guardians, and sometimes you loved Kyra as well.

[lanadelnegan]

Omg I love your work so much, I check your page everyday to see the stuff u post and I love it!!! Could you maybe write some fluff for a reader that’s feeling a little depressed, and negan just is a real sweetheart to them and just wants to see them be happy? Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Hiiii love, omg that is so kind of you. I'm sorry for being inactive lately and for this taking so long. School and work have been so busy but I'm trying!

The Notebook

Negan x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Negan plans a romantic movie night for the two of you after you've been feeling down. No smut, just fluff and Negan being sweet and gentle with you.

"Y/n… Negan wants to see you."

You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as you tried to ignore Simon, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

“Y/n?”

“I heard you.”

Simon stood at your doorway, waiting for you to get up but to his surprise, you remained still. Unwilling to move an inch from the bed you’ve been glued to for a week.

“Tell him I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, flipping over on your side to face the wall.

Moments passed and just as you were starting to drift off, you felt arms slide underneath you, lifting you off the mattress and into the arms of your Savior.

“Negan… what are you..”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t ask questions.” You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he carried you down the hall and to his bedroom.

When you got to the room, he gently set you down and you rubbed your eyes before looking around and seeing candlelight and rose petals spread across the dimly lit room.

“Negan.. What is this?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I - I do, but to be honest.. I’m really not in the mood for..”

“For your favorite movie and some cuddling?” He asked innocently, holding up The Notebook dvd.

For the first time in a week, you managed to smile.

“Let’s get you showered and cleaned up first, yeah? Then we’ll relax and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Sound like a plan?” He asked, sliding his hand along your cheek before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

A tear rolled down your cheek when you closed your eyes to kiss him. You tried looking down, but his finger caught your chin, tilting it up to meet his gentle gaze.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to be happy. No more tears tonight, got it? Too fuckin' pretty to cry.” His thumb wiped the tear off your cheek as he gave you another soft peck on the lips.

“Come on..” he said, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t had the energy to shower recently. But Negan made you feel comfortable and unashamed, so you relaxed a little, letting him lead you to the bathroom.

Once he locked the door, he walked closely to you, gently pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a moment too long, but he kept his promise and comments to himself as he focused on guiding your pants and underwear down your legs. Once you were both naked, you stepped into the hot shower and he followed behind you.

You moaned softly as the water fell over you, washing your sadness away. He squeezed some shampoo in his hand before lathering it in your hair and massaging your scalp, tilting your head back under the water.

"I fuckin' love you, doll. You know that right? I'm here any time you wanna talk."

"I don't wanna talk, Negan. Just being here with you is enough."

"Well, my door is always open for you, baby."

Once your hair was rinsed, he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies against each other as he held you tightly. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his hairy chest.

"Total transparency? I am tryin really hard not to get fuckin hard right now."

You giggled, glancing down between the two of you. "You're not doing a very good job."

He chuckled, looking down with you. "Sorry, doll. He has a mind of his own."

He finished rinsing you both off, and helped you step out of the shower. You felt much better now that you were clean and wrapped in a soft towel. You both got dressed, wearing the same thing - one of Negan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. And considering how incredibly sexy I am, that says a lot." He gave you a flirty wink, making you blush and roll your eyes. "Now get your cute ass in my bed while I put our movie on."

"Yes sir." You said happily, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers. After turning off the lights and starting the movie, he climbed into bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms and snuggling you.

"Aren't you tired of this movie?" You asked him. "I've made you watch it a hundred times."

"And it puts a smile on your face. So I'll watch it a hundred more." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, scrunching your brows. "When did big, bad Negan turn into such a romantic?"

"After watching The Notebook a hundred times I guess."

[yourstrulyrika]

hey guys did u miss me :3 i am most likely back !!! i feel like i owe everyone an actual explanation what happened that i disappeared for a moment;

first, i was really sick and couldn’t really do a thing, and if i had the energy, i had no motivation, then i got 100$ stollen from me so i basically had a really low episode. sorry for the inactivity, i was sick for almost three weeks & had to go to doctors multiple times. there was more, but i don’t want to dump it all here, since it’s literally a fic post and those things are private so um!! yk.

either way, here comes the actual post, and then i’ll actually get to my rqs so no worries, i’m not missing anyone out! i might be just a biiiiit rusty. just a bit. i lowkey hate this i think

leon x fem!reader, of course it’s a smut, soft soft soft, soft dom!leon, lovelovelovelove, leon letting you try to ride him basically

the last thing Leon likes is being vulnerable. well, one of the last things. he hates being seen as weak, emotional. he’s the strong person of the relationship, he can’t show his emotions right? he’s so deep into that headspace that it was almost impossible to pull him out. he always found an excuse to not let you take care of him.

you would try and suggest taking control in bed, and he always found a way to make you stop thinking about it. it’s not that Leon doesn’t trust you. he trusts his darling more than anyone else, even himself sometimes, but letting someone take control over him just.. sounds weird. to him. he’s also nervous about lying back down and letting you do the job. what if you won’t like it or something? he doesn’t want to mess up. it’s just that Leon doesn’t know what to do when he’s not taking care of someone or when he’s not being ordered around.

when he finally agreed though, he still kept his hands on your hips. not bruising, but it’s still there, large hands holding onto your hips, controlling the pace. he’s not ready to let go fully, he has to hold onto even the slightest bit of control. it brings him a peace of mind in its own way.

but you also bring a peace of mind to him, and he finds himself letting go, even if a little. the feeling of your walls surrounding his length is enough to make him go stupid. Leon has always been quick to grow pussydrunk on you. every time you squeeze around him, he thinks he might bust a nut right there at this moment. the fact you’re so beautiful doesn’t help either; he finds himself losing in the sight of you all the time, his eyes blown out, that stormy blue of his almost nonexistent with his pupils wide.

“Goddamn, your grip on me isn’t fair…” he half whines half grunts it out — it’s true, though. you don’t even have to do anything and he’s already on his knees if you need him to. only for you though — there’s no way anyone else would ever have this type of grip on him. you’re squeezing him so damn hard, he’s losing his mind. he can’t help himself — he agreed to you taking control but he finds himself thrusting his hips up, taking over the pace because your pussy just feels too good.

when you stop moving your hips, he whines. he was feeling so good, but you took it away! looking at you with blown out eyes, he pouts his lips, only for you to remind him he’s supposed to let go. he knows you want him to relax and let you take control— but he just can’t, not fully. still, he tries.

his hands hold onto the fat of your hips, lifting your hips up and down, making you bounce on him, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making loud clapping noises echoing through the room.

“Fuckkk, your pussy’s so damn good.. can’t hold back when you’re gripping me so fucking hard, feels ‘s warm,” your slick leaks down onto his pelvis, both of your juices mixing into a mess, your sweat mingling with his. one of his hand trails up, pulling you down to wrap his lips around your breast, suckling on it as if you were about to start leaking milk. you tug on his hair, clenching around his fat cock which causes him to groan around your nipple, resulting in you arching your back. he pulls away just a bit to attach his lips to your neck, a faint grin forming on his lips every time you react to his touch. he got you too dumb on his cock for you to keep reminding him that it’s his turn to be lying down and just taking it, just as pussydrunk he is on you, and he’s planning to use it. he still keeps you on top of him but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you can’t quite catch up, his pillowy lips all over you making you feel dizzy. you can feel his cock starting to throb and him getting just a tiny bit bigger. he’s relentlessly hitting your sweet spot which has you mewling for him, just the way he loves. it doesn’t take long before you cream all over his thick length, your toes curling and walls pulsing with every heartbeat of yours. soon enough, Leon follows suit, thick cum bursting out into deep your guts.

when both of you cool off from the peak, you grumble about how it was supposed to be him being the submissive one for once, but he just laughs it off with a kiss on your nose before speaking with that grin of his,

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. Gotta work up for it.”

[st7rnioioss]

i have a kinda specific request? reader comes home from a really bad day at work and is exhausted and tense. she walks into matt’s room where he’s sitting against the headboard on his bed and sits in between his legs. his arms wrapped around her shoulders and just being all cuddly when he asks her about her day. he notices she needs a distraction or stress release so he reaches down to her front from behind her to pleasure her. but can you make it super slow, sensual, and passionate please??? like he really just takes his time with her, rubbing her thighs, kissing her neck and ears and dirty talks/praises her through it :)

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ "such a pretty girl"

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: kissing, swearing, fingering, no p in v, smut?, teasing, praise kink, dirty talk, not proofread!

a/n: hii, THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. i love love love the idea, i had a lot of fun writing it.

sorry for inactivity, ive been really busy. ALSO, next week im going to Rome for a week due to school related stuff, so im so so sorry if that means veeery few posts next week.

I stumble into me and Matt’s shared apartment. Today had been rough. First, one of my colleagues became sick, so I had to take an extra shift. Then on top of that nothing but rude customers had entered.

I groan as I kick off my shoes, not in the mood for anything but to lay down next to my boyfriend.

“Matt, are you home?” I yelled as I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. There was silence for a second until I heard shuffling footsteps behind me.

“Yup, I’m right here. Are you alright?” Matt asked, wrapping his arms around me as he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. I turn around to face him, literally on the verge of tears.

“No..” I whisper, my voice breaking as I basically fall into his embrace. Matt doesn’t say anything, instead he just holds me, caressing the top of my head as well as placing a few soft kisses.

After a second he takes my hand and drags me to our room, closing the door behind us.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed with my standing between his legs.

“It’s just- First, Caroline didn’t show up because she’s sick, so I had to work another shift, and then- then the rest of the day it was only rude customers who came in. I just- It’s..” I mumble between sobs, Matt cutting me off with a pat on his thigh. Without realizing it, he was now sitting against the headboard, his legs spread for me to sit between them.

Slowly, I make my way up to him, his hands reaching out for my waist. Securely he places his arms around my torso, pulling me closer to him.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here,” Matt calms me down, letting my fingers softly caress his forearms around my waist. I shuffle a little, relaxing my head against his shoulder.

“It’s just so frustrating when customers don't even say a simple thank you, you know? Like- I.. I-” I try to finish my sentence, but Matt starts leaving small pecks behind my ear and neck.

To answer, he just hummed against my skin making my thighs clench.

“Fuck..” I whisper, closing my eyes in pleasure. Matt’s hand slowly traced down my chest and stomach, gently lifting my shirt to allow his fingers to reach the button of my jeans.

“Let me help you destress a little. You’re tense..” he mumbles against my skin, making sure to leave red marks that would for sure turn purple later. With an approving nod from me, his fingers smoothly unbutton my jeans, tapping my hips to signal for me to lift them for him to slide them down my legs.

My jeans are left by my ankles, his index finger running over the soft cotton of my panties, leaving it by my clothed entrance.

“Already soaked for me, huh?” Matt whispers into my ear, continuously kissing my neck without batting an eye on my lower half.

“Matt..” I moan quietly as he withdraws his finger, teasingly rubbing the inside of my thighs.

“Shh. Patience, baby. You deserve to be taken care of, right?” Matt murmurs, his hands running along the outside of my thighs, squeezing every now and then.

“I- I guess so..” I mutter, tilting my head to the side to allow Matt to continue his kisses, now with more room to.

“I dunno why the customers were so rude to you. Such a pretty girl like you..” he continued his praise, now running his fingers along the inside of my thighs, going up and down slowly, but sensually.

Impatiently I squirm a little against him, needing direct contact. 

With one hand, he pressed my hip against the bed to stop me from moving too much. 

“Princess, you gotta stay still for me, okay?” Matt mutters, now withdrawing his soft lips from my skin, averting his gaze to my thighs and hips, whispering a quiet ‘so gorgeous’.

I writher a little again, feeling his intense stare on my body whilst his hands caress and massage my legs and thighs. 

I turned my head to the mirror that was hanging on my closet next to the bed, noticing all the marks Matt had left, from behind my ear to the point where my neck joins my collarbone.

“Matt, how on earth do you plan for me to cover those up?” I chuckle, letting my fingers slowly trace the red and purple spots along my neck. 

He looked up at me, our noses almost touching, then proceeding to look down on my throat.

“I don’t think you should,” Matt laughed, adding more small wet spots along my neck, receiving a quiet giggle from me. 

Then finally, after what felt like an eternity, his hands traced lower and lower down my thighs, stopping when he reached the hem of my panties.

“Gonna behave?” Matt whispered, his tone filled with nothing but lust. He got just as much pleasure out of fingering me as I did. 

I nodded frantically at his question, grabbing his forearms for support again.

Gently, he lifted the fabric covering my pussy, dragging it down my thighs, past my knees, to lay on top of my jeans around my ankles.

He carefully added his middle finger to my clit, rubbing it for a second, before slowly tracing down, stopping at my entrance.

While he did all this, I tried my best to suppress any moans that threatened to leave my mouth by biting down on my lower lip, the metallic taste of blood just an instant away.

“Oh fuck..” I whispered as he slowly pushed his finger forward, entering me at a frustrating slow pace. 

I tried my best to hold back the need to take my own hand on top of his to push it further, but before I could decide, his middle finger was knuckles deep inside me.

“Feels good?” he murmured, steadily extracting his finger before pushing it back in. I nod feverishly, a quiet whimper eliciting from my lips. 

“I’m gonna need words, sweetheart.” he said sternly, picking his pace up, silence filling the room besides heavy, ragged breaths and the squelching noise from my wet pussy.

"Y-yeah.. It feels so good-” I moan shakily, shutting my eyes as he adds his index finger. He chuckles a little at my reaction, picking up his pace.

“Good. You deserve it,” he kisses my cheek, curling his fingers languidly, nuzzling his face back in my neck like earlier. 

He keeps going, and as I instinctively clench around his fingers, he adds his other middle finger to rub my clit in slow, lazy circles.

“Holy fuck, Matt!” I moan, much louder this time, my eyes lazily opening. My hands grip on the sheets, knuckles turning white at an instant. 

“You’re so tight around my fingers.. So wet, all f’me..” Matt chuckles humorlessly, continuing his kisses up my jawline and cheek. 

I feel myself approaching my orgasm, clenching around his fingers repeatedly as his pace on my clit speeds up.

“Matt. I’m gonna cum..” I whimper, arching my back as his pace inside me also picks up. I can hardly finish my sentence properly, moaning and whining his name.

“Come on, you can hold it a little longer, can’t you?” he groans, intentionally picking up his pace, just for me to beg and writher even more.

“Ple- please, Matt. ‘Feels too good..” moan after moan leaves my lips, my hips lifting off the mattress. Nothing but a chuckle is heard from Matt, slowing his pace, just a little, to intentionally make my orgasm diminish, before picking it up again, going even faster than before.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum. I- I can’t hold it..” I whimper, coming around his fingers with a loud moan of his name, taking shaky, ragged pants.

“Shh, just like that. You did so well for me,” Matt smiles as he withdraws his fingers inside me, still lazily circling his fingers on my clit to draw out my orgasm as far as possible.

“Shit… You’re amazing,” I giggle, kissing his cheek as he removes his fingers completely from my entrance.

“Anything for my girl,” he smiles back, giving me a fat kiss on the lips, grabbing my waist again to throw me on the side of him, to lay next to me.

“I’m gonna tell you every time I feel slightly stressed if this is how you handle it,” I smile, running a hand through his hair, making it messy. 

Matt slowly removes my pants from my ankles, dragging my panties back up.

“Wow, okay. You didn’t say that when I made you a cup of tea and watched your favorite movie with you,” he laughs, faking an offended expression and he comes back down to lay beside me.

“Alright, I really enjoyed that as well. I love you so much, Matt,” I kiss his cheek, making his cheeks flush.

He looks up at me with a childish smile, kissing my cheek and forehead multiple times, while mumbling ‘i love you more’ against my skin, over and over.

a/n: alright, i TRIED to make it realllyyy slow and intimate. i hope i succeeded. THANK YOU for the request <333

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[xrenjunniesx]

Hi I love your account can you please write dreamies revealing their relationship with a non idol reader

when they reveal your relationship

Idol!nct dream x non-idol!reader

a/n - I really struggled on this for some reason so I’m sorry for the longer wait

mark

you two were just trying to enjoy an evening at a bar for a friends birthday. the back of the bar was booked out meaning no fans were going to even be allowed in. it wasn’t fans that were the problem, but rather it was one of the staffs who recognised mark as an idol.

a photo of the two of you hugging each other and another one of mark kissing your cheek was revealed to the public and immediately the response was strong.

people you knew were recognising you and contacting you, EVERYONE was freaking out.

mark didn’t know at first until you called him, panicking as you explained what happened. he left his schedule as quick as he could and went home to you, calling the company to set a meeting to see where to go from here. he is rather mature about the situation and oddly calm, mainly because he knew this kind of thing was bound to happen one day.

doesn’t mean he isn’t panicking though.

renjun

he was the one who saw the post revealing photos of you two shopping together. in fact he saw the post before it even reached the general public. he was quick to get staff and his members to try and get the post taken down but it grew more popular by the minutes and eventually it was making headlines.

he called you and talked to you through what had happened. he was trying to be calm because this wasn’t the end of the world but damn did it feel like that as he read through the public’s opinion.

he did see a few positive comments but the negative outweighed them, so he deletes his social media apps of his phone, only posting photos on Instagram every now and then before deleting again. goes inactive until everything has calmed down for his own mental health and his suggest you do the same - even if it takes months.

jeno

you two were talking in the background of a behind the scenes video uploaded to the youtube channel. the editors thought you were a staff member, they didn’t even notice you and jeno hugging in the background that was only shown for a split second.

the clip was instantly being spread around and the youtube video was re-edited but it didn’t stop the original from being shown.

when he saw it he was a little shocked since he didn’t even notice that there was any type of camera in the room at that moment, which was why he was comfortably talking to you in the middle of the room.

you contacted him minutes later after he first saw it, crying in a moment of worry for what this all meant for you both.

he will reassure you but he will also be just as worried and be telling you to be careful if you go out anywhere JUST IN CASE.

haechan

on a live one of the fans asked what time it was there and he showed the fans his phone, not realising he hadn’t turned notifications off. you sent a message at that exact moment saying, “love, I’ll be home soon.” he moved the phone away quickly but he knew he was done for. he laughed it off awkwardly at first before apologising and ending the live.

he called you as soon as the live was over. “BABE I JUST REVEALED YOUR TEXT OH MY GOD”

you’re both freaking out but once you’re home he tries to calm down and think maturely about this. “look… they can’t ALL hate me? I’ll still be able to make music…” He is thinking positively and refusing to pick his phone up because he knows if he goes online he will only think negatively.

jaemin

you were somewhat a youtuber, and in one of your vlogs, in the background as you walked with the camera through your house there was a picture of you and jaemin.

people managed to recognise it immediately and you were shocked because you didn’t even notice it when you were editing. you contact jaemin, worrying what he would say. you speak so fast into the phone that he didn’t even get to say anything until you were done speaking.

“love… it’s okay we can sort this out.” “I am so sorry jaemin.” “it’s okay, I’ll contact the company then I’ll call you right back, okay?”

you both ended up just coming out about the situation and admitting your dating. you take a break from your socials.

the only positive to this situation is that he gets to see you more since he doesn’t have to hide anything anymore. you can go to his place and he can go to yours!

chenle

there was two instances where he accidentally revealed it and he didn’t even realise that fans would connect these two instances. the first thing was when he accidentally followed your account on instagram. he went on bubble not long after he made it seem light hearted, “oh I accidentally followed an account while going through reels.”

the second time was when a fan asked to be daegals mother and he instantly said, “she already has a mother. WHICH is me I’m the mother and father. I’m the only one she needs.” he panicked as he spoke and tried to play it off.

fans put the two times together and looked more into it, figuring out that you two HAD to be dating. the one and only time the crazy fans were right.

he is panicking when he realises fans were figuring it out and instantly gets in contact with both you and the company. you’re a bit more calm over the phone about this than he is but when you see him in person you’re also freaking out.

jisung

you two were seen together out in public. it was really late at night when the two of you were going for a walk to a local shop near your place to get some late night food.

fans approached jisung, leaving you both shocked since he was disguised pretty well in your opinion.

the fans kept pestering you both so you two ran away- literally.

it made headlines the next day, and you laughed at the photos of you running away with jisung. your laughter was really just covering for how nervous and worried you were though. He on the other hand was texting everyone he trusted and getting all sorts of different advice.

he is really worried about what this meant for his future and he might consider a hiatus to avoid having to face the fans for a bit if the response is really negative.

[notakugelblitz]

YOUR POWER • THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

A/N : hi ! here is a series of a few preferences (well i think that’s what they’re called). I really hope you’ll like them even though they’re short sometimes ! i’m planning on posting character x reader stories too so stay tuned. first post here on Tumblr so let’s see how it goes ! oh and English isn’t my first language, i’m sorry if you spot some mistakes. enjoy :)

no trigger warning, all safe ;)

PART 1 : YOUR POWER

You were born on October 1st 1989. You are the eighth child adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Welcome to the Umbrella Academy, number 8.

LUTHER • TELEPATHY

You have the ability to establish a connection between your mind and another in order to carry on a silent conversation. There wasn't a day when you weren't in communication with Luther when he was on the moon. You missed him like crazy, and it was mutual.

DIEGO • SEE THE FUTURE

You can get a vision of the near future by touching an object or a person. There are many opportunities to annoy Diego and cut him off at every turn, knowing exactly what he is going to say. It drives him mad. But that´s something you relished as soon as he got over his stammer. Before that, you preferred to apply this mischief to your other brothers and sisters, much to the delight of Diego, who was always by your side.

ALLISON • WATER MANIPULATION

You have the ability to manipulate water to your heart's content, melt or liquefy it, create tsunamis, shoot jets from your palms and breathe in the depths. Diego teases you a lot and calls you "The Fish" all the time. It gets on your nerves a little, but Allison is always there to cast a rumour when Number 2 isn't already being sprayed with cold water.

KLAUS • ANIMAL METAMORPHOSIS

You have the ability to take on any animal form. When Dad locked Klaus in the mausoleum, you'd transform yourself into an insect and crawl into the grooves to join him. One day, you found yourself crushed under your father's foot. Seriously injured, Grace took care of you for a while. Dad then decided to take control of your powers : thanks to a little gadget, he could control your metamorphoses. And that was quite a burden for you but Klaus never stopped trying to find it and break it for you.

FIVE • HEALING

You have the ability to heal and to give of your energy. During your trainings back at the Academy, you only went into battle when someone was seriously injured. If your brothers and sisters needed you, Five would teleport to pick you up and bring you back. The first few times, these trips made you vomit, so Sir Reginald Hargreeves trained you for a long time until you were no longer ill. It pained Five, but he had to obey. Unfortunately, when he disappeared, you were forced to stay with Viktor and your father : close to the mission but inactive.

BEN • INVISIBILITY

You have the ability to disappear completely. When you were sad, you’d become invisible and cower at the bottom of Ben’s statue. Before he died, you used to play hide and seek with him. The rule was that there wasn’t any. Often, you’d stand right in front of him, invisible to his eyes, and he’d surprise you with his tentacles, tickling you until you’d surrender. Dad often punished you for this but you never ever regretted it.

VIKTOR • SELF-MULTIPLICATION

You have the ability to clone yourself ad infinitum, but it takes a lot of effort. Reginald Hargreeves always pushed you to the limit during missions, which finished you off far too quickly. Most of the time, you'd fall over from exhaustion before the criminals had even been arrested, resting as much as you could with Viktor who took care of you, away from the battle scene.

[legally-lupin]

Our favourite gryffindor- slytherin boys x fem! Reader

A/n: I’m soo sorry for being inactive !!! <3

Warnings :none

Not proof read it’s low-key rubbish I’m SORRY

But I post edits on tik tok __nxtx__

Example :

Summary: you walk into dumbledores office without knocking.

“Ok again 5,6,7,8” Madame Levore shouted

You and some girls and boys danced to the music your hips sway in sync. Your trainers scraping the floors you were all tried and sweaty.

“Enough!” The music stopped as Madame levore lit a cigarette

“Most of you have two left feet !” The French woman shouted the students slumped to the ground in exhaustion

“Madame Levore you don’t teach us! You're a ballet teacher you know nothing of this dance style you don’t run the routines with us we do as a team you just shout at us and make us dance till we drop. Well no more!” Y/n shouted students around her gasped

“What did you say to me you little brat” y/n smirked moving a piece of equipment to reveal professor lupin he shook his head in disbelief

“Well Madame levore I shall be speaking to professor dumbledore about this” the professor put a hand to your shoulder before leaving the room

“You don’t respect us you make us dance till we loose our senses. We haven’t had a break in hours. I wouldn’t get too comfortable Madame levore when dumbledore hears about this he will not be happy” the older woman just scoffed

You storm out of the class heading to the headmasters office you knock once and enter without waiting for an answer. Your chest puffing in and out of anger unaware of the occupants in the room

“I’m sorry professor dumbledore but I cannot stand that woman you must get rid of - ooh” the students turn smirking at you it was none other then your slytherin boys. You shyly smiled slightly embarrassed.

“Oh miss l/n give me one second the boys were just about to give our new student a tour of the school”

“Well well well if it isn’t our favourite gryffindor” Theo Nott smirked at your before hugging you. You wrapped your arms around his waist sighing

“Hi guys”

“Now miss l/n what’s the matter” the head master popped a lemon sherbet into his mouth awaiting for your rant

“Well professor, Madame Levore is a horrible teacher she makes us dance till we drop my friends are all exhausted and we can’t have a break she treats us like we are animals” the headmaster hums in agreement

“Professor lupin briefly informed me of her teaching Very well miss l/n she shall be dismissed and you can take over the class how does that sound?” You smiled in victory

“Thank you so much professor you won’t regret this”

“I know I won’t miss l/n your a brilliant student now boys you can take mr.riddle with you to where miss l/n is going and send Madame levore to me please” the boys nodded and you all left

“So y/n we want you to meet Mattheo Riddle” you turned on your heels to face the boy

“Oh hi nice to meet you I’m -

“Y/n yes I’ve heard a lot about you” the boy smiled and took your hand placing a kiss to your palm you blushed slightly before removing your hand

“Good things I hope” the boys smirked Theo threw an arm over your shoulder as you continued to the studio

“She’s cute” you hear Mattheo whisper to Draco

“ we told you” you shook your head laughing

[leaentries]

Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Long Ride p.2

A/n: Sorry for being so inactive lately, I went on a trip and then when I got back my dog ate my Wi-Fi and I couldn't post. I have been writing a bit so expect a few more posts soon, until then someone asked for a part two of this so I did the best I could. Glad to be posting again :'3 Warnings: Smut, car sex, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), I think that's it but if you think I forgot anything please let me know :3

Link to part 1

You kept driving. The oldies station, though Slash would complain about the whole music industry to you if you called it that to his face, was playing on the radio in the background.

More boring buildings passed and your insides ached, craving something to stuff you nice and full once more.

You reached to undo Slash’s jeans but he slapped your hand away. “What are you doing?” He asked in a stern tone. “I just fucked you, how much dick do you need?” He sounded much angrier than he was, he was just as needy as you were, maybe even a little more since he didn’t get to finish.

“Why don’t you get to finish?” You asked in a soft voice. Slash let out an annoyed sigh and took a turn. After some more driving you saw the same colourful buildings you were used to.

Slash turned into a semi-packed parking lot and took out his phone to make a call. “Hey, sorry for the short notice,” he started in that sweet voice he uses with anyone he’s not totally comfortable with, interviewers and the likes, “I was just hoping you wouldn’t mind meeting me at a different place? I can’t make it to that restaurant right now, I’m sorry.” He explained. You listened intently to him as he spoke on the phone.

He soon hung up and turned to you, his demeaner changing completely. “So, we’re going to go in there,” he points to the sleazy restaurant/bar that was definitely a strip club at some point in its long life, “we’re gonna get a table and you’re going to get under it and suck me off, alright?” You bit your lip and nodded.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the building, a small hop in your step. Slash shook his head at you but you knew he loved it just as much as you did.

There was a short line of people already waiting but the host brought you both in quickly and sat you at a VIP table near the back. “You used to come here a lot?” You asked as you got in the booth with Slash.

“Where do you think I got this idea?” He pointed out as he took the menu’s from the waiter. His phone chimed and he checked it. “He’s almost here.” He said and gave a small pat to your thigh, signalling for you to get under the table.

With the direction Slash was sitting and the table cloth you could barely tell there was someone under the table, it was something you had to be looking for and surely no one would be. The place was dimly lit, Slash had his signiture top hat and glasses on, it was pretty much impossible for anyone to see what he was really thinking so pulling this off would be easy.

The man Slash had to meet with arrived and they got to talking. You already had him down your throat, trying not to move too much. You didn’t want to move and make him make noise. You thought you couldn’t take any chances, yet Slash still prompted you to move.

He cleared his throat and gave your cheek a small pat as he adjusted in his seat, making it easier for you to take him all down your throat. You pulled back a bit, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, starting to bob your head up and down his length.

You could feel Slash was close, the way he pulsed in your throat made you gag and all you could do was hope the man wouldn’t pay any attention to it. You took Slash’s balls in your hand, massaging them the way you know he likes. He tried to push your hand away but couldn’t bring himself to.

Looking up at him from your place between his thighs you could see he was covering his mouth with one ring clad hand. You could just barely see under his glasses, his eyes fluttered open and shut, starting to roll to the back of his head.

Clink.

Your heart stopped.

“Oh, I’m so clumsy.” The man said with a soft chuckle as he reached for the fork he dropped.

“No, no, uh, let me- let me get it for you.” Slash stumbled and reached for the silverware on the ground. He lightly kicked you and you quickly got the fork and gave it to him.

“Ah, Slash, ever the charmer.” The man joked, Slash chuckled in response as if he wasn’t twitching to watch you swallow his seed.

The dinner didn’t last much longer, the man got up and left you two alone. Slash still hadn’t finished, the fork caught the both of you off guard and had your minds full. Needless to say Slash was eager to get you out of there.

As you walked back to the car you could hear Slash breathing heavy in your ear and he was holding you tightly to his side as his legs were shaking a bit. You loved seeing this side of him, the side that was a little more on the submissive end, the side that nuzzled your neck and couldn’t say anything but praise.

The backseat was your choice, the both of you quickly freeing yourselves of your clothes. Slash cock once again sprung free of its confines, of course he wanted to see your tits more than anything and got your shirt off as well. Soon both of your clothes, underwear and all, were in a small pile on the floor.

You straddled Slash’s lap, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you and his face was shoved in the crook of your neck, just as you had expected him to do once he got a hold of you.

You were moving in sync to reach your high’s, savoring the feeling of rubbing against each other in all the right places. “Hah~ Fuck- so pretty, keep doing that, ngh~ feels-feels so good.” Slash mumbled, not even having the energy to try and hide his moans anymore, of course you didn’t either and the car filled with a sweet melody as you got closer and closer to the edge, that familiar warmth building in your gut.

“Fuck- daddy, daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimpered in his ear.

“Good girl, cum for me, cum for me, please-” The little bit of a dominant mask he still had was fading faster, just the thought of what was to come was enough for you to finish around him. Your head fell back but Slash caught it and pulled you closer to him, helplessly rutting up into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck- please, please, need to cum, ‘m so close.” He mumbled, starting to ramble on.

Now it was your time to hold him. Still coming down you held his head to your neck. Your legs shook and your insides ached yet you still managed to work your hips with his. “Go on then, cum for mommy.” You said with a soft, tired smile. Slash let out a loud moan, bucking into you a few more times as his cum spilled into you.

You stayed there for several moments, breaths heavy and minds running wild. When Slash finally got his composure back he pulled away from you, though still holding you close. “Did you call yourself mommy?” He asked, his voice silky and sweet like honey.

You shrugged and curled up in his arms. “You were the one begging, I thought it was only fair.” He chuckled, adjusting the way you both were sitting to be more comfortable in the small backseat.

[enmmyheavenscg]

GREETINGS !

Hello everyone, it’s been a while, no?

I’m sorry for the inactivity, but I have not been in the best mental state im afraid.

TW FOR SUI MENTION, CHILD ABUSE [neglect, physical & emotional] , SH, HOSPITALIZATION, HEART ATTACKS & INCEST

Now through out the entire month of June, my mental health has gone downhill. I have shared this a couple times, yes but- I have not shared the full story.

On June 1st, my brother had recently gotten out of the hospital, during the time I had been living with my grandma. My grandma is absolutely horrible- she does nothing but make comments about me aswell as make me uncomfortable.

when my brother had gotten out and I was recently back home, all the attention had been on him- usually, I wouldn’t care and that would make the most sense, Yes but- to completely ignore your own kid- me. It’s the whole family that’s been ignoring me overall, which I don’t even care, it’s been like this my entire life and I hate it.

My mothers behavior hadn’t changed, she had even gotten worst, she’d raise her hand and hurt me- she does not understand how her actions affect me, and after she physically lays her hands on me she acts as if nothing had happened and that everything was normal. Her comments about my body, my health- my everything affects me and she finds it oh so ‘hilarious’ I’ve tried to tell her how I feel and she’s laughed in my face before- I hate this family in everyway.

The worst thing that had happened was when I happened to have a heart attack in call- and she brushed it off like it was nothing- we had also just recently been driving back from the hospital because my brothers stomach was hurting- wow because a kid having a heart attack is less important than a stomach ache-

I don’t mean to be selfish im just ? Angry with her, Angry with the whole world. My body is always in pain yet nobody could ever care, im always suffering . I’ve tried to end it 3 separate times and failed, I’ve relapsed multiple times aswell. I’ve been little so often it makes me feel guilty, Yes I know I’ve said before- ‘there is no such thing as being too little’ but I genuinely want to be big for once- I’ve had to mask being big multiple times and I just hate it, i wanna be a little kid. I want my childhood back. I want my old happy self back, nobody understands me- I don’t even understand me, dude.

June 25th- my brother had been in the hospital again during this time. He’s currently on the day Im writing this (July 10th) out of the hospital! He had been since July 1st. He had been in the hospital for a while during this time but- on June 25th I was heading to my cousins house, Finally. As much as I had fun there I was also extremely

Like- EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

My cousins were there- my cousin who forced me into a relationship with her, made me do uncomfortable things with her was there.. and so was my younger cousin, my younger cousin who would touch me in places I asked her not to, unlike the older cousin, I had genuinely told my mother that my cousin was touching me in places I didn’t want. My mother didn’t believe me, she used to be like ‘oh she’s just a child, she doesn’t know better’ which was just disgusting.

June was just. Absolutely horrible, if I had the chance once again, Id truly end it all. It’s not fair, why does everyone hhab it good but not mme I deserve to be happy, Don’t I?

I’d truly start a fundraiser for myself so I could leave this house but, im stuck here. There is no way in hell I could possibly leave- perhaps when im 18, I’ll have the chance to.

But but- this whole post isn’t about me pitying myself, it is about me taking a break.

I will be going on break Yes, I’ll mostly be on in discord, just won’t be speaking to people much, if you decide to check up on me in discord I’ll probably reply, apologies if not.

I wont be away for long as much as I’ve gone through a lot, I’ll probably take a couple days

I mite take like .. 5 days (on discord and all my social media..) and be back. PLEASE. Please try and reblog this if you can.

Remember to stay safe everyone and that i love you all !

This is Emmy signing off ! Bye bye ! 🩵

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Patreon Closing & Where Things Are

Hi everyone.

First, I hope you are all doing well. I’m posting this to update you and let you know that I’m still around. I am not on hiatus - I am just working on the game very, very slowly, as I can.

Secondly, I apologize that a few of you (around 7 people) were charged because Patreon unpaused. The current set up is that it doesn’t notify the creator that the unpause is ending and you can only do one month at a time which is frustrating. Still, a few of you were charged and that’s on me. I did issue refunds which hopefully won’t take more than a few days to get back to you!

If you were recently charged and don’t receive a refund by Monday, please reach out to me. I absolutely want to ensure your money returns to you. It’s never my intention to just take peoples money. I’m really sorry about that.

My work on the game is continuing as I can dedicate time. I’ve been working 12hr days and had very little time to myself. I’m also applying to law school right now. Because I can’t dedicate time to Patreon and don’t want anyone getting charged for nothing, I will be closing down my Patreon this month (unpublishing it). I’m going to wait to ensure everyone who needs to receive a refund does first. It’s paused again so no one should be charged in the meantime.

There is a possibility I would re-publish my Patreon in the future. But that probably won’t be for a long time if it happens.

I am immensely grateful to each and every one of you for your continued support, whether that be on Patreon, Tumblr, or elsewhere. I will go back to primarily sharing content on Tumblr or the Discord server. I’m sorry for any time I let you down by being inactive. Working on Next in Line has been one of the few things to give me joy in the last year.

I will keep working on the game behind the scenes and post updates on Tumblr when I can. I hope to become more active once things slow down for me. I don’t anticipate that until December time to be completely honest.

Thank you again for all of your support. I can’t find the write words to emphasize how grateful I am.

- Vi

[sykeskassie]

Here Comes A Thought; Pt. 3

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 711

Warnings: ANGST!! But this time, we’re open to a happy ending.

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to go with this song, but pt. 3 was always going to be an SU song. It is one of my favorites though, and I felt like it fit the theme well. Also!! I’m sorry this is getting posted so much later than I meant to, I had family in town 🎉

Pt.1 Pt. 2

Here comes a thought that might alarm you/ Something you did that failed to be charming

Chris,

I got your package. It took me awhile to figure out what I wanted to say to you. You said that you see me, but do you truly? Do you see all the ways that you stopped showing up for us? For me? You want me to come back to you, but what is there to come back to? Waiting weeks in between texts? Waiting for your call just for you to make excuse after excuse as to why you couldn’t be reached? I don’t want to go through that again. I can’t go through that again.

All these little things seem to matter so much/ That I might lose you

Sweetheart,

You’re right. The partner that I had become is not one that you deserve. I see now that my inaction pushed you to a place where I couldn’t reach you. I lost sight of what was most important to me. I became so focused on my career that I didn’t even realize that I was taking your presence in my life for granted. I thought you would always be there, the way I thought I would always be there for you; I’m sorry that it took losing you for me to see that. Please believe me when I say I love you.

Take a moment and ask yourself/ If this is how we fall apart

Chris, 

I know you love me, it never crossed my mind that you didn’t. I used to think that knowing you love me was enough to keep us together. That the distance and the time in between being together, between speaking, wouldn’t come between us. There hasn’t been a single moment since we met where I haven’t loved you. Truthfully, I don’t know that I’ll ever stop loving you. But I can’t be with you knowing that you only remember me when it’s convenient. I just can’t. 

Here comes a thought that might alarm me/ Things that I said are suddenly swarming

Sweetheart,

Everywhere I look, I see you.  I see you in the songs that I write. I have your handwritten notes all around my studio. Your very essence is so tightly woven into the fabric of my being. I know that I’ve broken more promises than I’ve kept, but will you let me promise you one more thing? Will you let me promise you change? Will you allow me the chance to show you that I am committed to showing up for you? You are my everything, and I swear that should you allow it, I won’t forget that again. 

All these little things seem to matter so much/ That they confuse me

Chris,

I truly don’t know what was worse: being together and watching you live without me, or letting you go. How can I trust that this won’t happen again? How can I trust that something else won’t take up all your time and energy and leave nothing left for me? I knew that you wouldn’t always have time for me when you became my partner, but I didn’t realize that would turn into ‘never’. It scares me that I was so easy for you to just forget. In spite of that…I miss you. I miss the kids. I miss my other half. Let me think about it, okay? 

Take a moment, remind yourself/ To take a moment and find yourself

Sweetheart,

Take the time you need. I would wait forever for you. I won’t push you, but please reach out to the kids, regardless of what you decide for us. They miss you just as much as you miss them, and they shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of the damage I caused. I know that too much space is what lead us to this in the first place, but I don’t want crowd you while you take time to figure out what you want. I’ll be here when you’re ready. I love you, regardless of the outcome. 

Take a moment and ask yourself/ If this is how we fall apart/ But it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not 

I’ve got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear/ 

[rott1ngbra1n]

Sorry for being sudo inactive!! I’ve been on a trip, where I got to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway!! Genuinely such a good show. If I went on about how amazing it was, we’d be here all day

But on the note of me being gone for a bit, ya boi has been crafting! Along with some more ramblings as usual-

More art below the cut (under my ramble-)

The chapter one outline of the Alley Cat AU has been completed! Now it’s on to drawing some panels out and finalizing the draft! Of course I will probably post more concept work before then, as some details still need to be worked out. But we are making headway!

I’m going to also work on making a masterpost here soon, so that way everything is in one neat spot. But the story will be hosted here! Here’s some more smaller concept work to tide you guys over until the next post! I obviously want to finish a couple chapters but I’ve also started work on a chapter explaining how Morro met his cat! Originally the cat was unnamed but I think Wisp works well for them, I will try to finish the reference sheets for all of the characters before I post any chapters.

I’m also going to finish up my work on chapter one, before posting any of it. So that way the wait between isn’t as awful (fun fact that’s been my New Year’s resolution- to try and post more-) but please be patient with me, I’ve never really worked on a project this big before and I am a full time college student with a job. So I will do my best!

I want to let you guys know as well, the ninja and their dynamic with Lloyd will stay pretty similar to that of the show. With them obviously being suspicious of Lloyd and his “cat”, but because they find him and Lloyd doesn’t try to do anything regarding the Serpentine (because Morro shook some sense into him-) there’s no residual “you unleashed the snakes on us-“ vibes. Instead right off the bat Kai takes one look at Lloyd and says “You are now my little brother. You cannot deny this.”, adding more fluff.

That also means we have to find another person who unleashes the serpentine. Because plot reasons and all that jazz, I’m working on it but I think it would be funny if Jay did it by accident or one of the other darkly boys did it. I’ll toy with both ideas and some other ones before I settle on it, I have time. I hope.

I’ve got some other things I’m cooking up, some Ninjago related, others pertaining to other fandoms I’m in.

Aside from that, I also have a Redbubble! There’s some stuff in there I’m reworking, so a minder and apology for that, but I’m going to try to get some more Ninjago works posted up there. Along with some original works! Here’s the link if you’d like to check it out!

I also have a KoFi that I am also redoing and working on! If you’d like to commission me, that would be the spot! I’m still trying to figure it out so if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask! KoFi link here!

I really appreciate all of your kind words and reblog tags (I do see them, they make me laugh and smile), it means a lot and I hope you all enjoy what else I’ve got in the oven!! Thank you so much!!

[graciegoeskrazy]

it takes a bit more

Matty Healy + daughter!reader

warnings: yelling, drug use, rehab, relapsing, nothing graphic but it’s mentioned for sure, george being the best

a/n: HI IM BACK. sorry for being inactive. finals are kicking my ass. fun fact i thought i posted this earlier but it never posted and just deleted and went away😀 anywhooooo ty to the anon who requested this ily!! hope you enjoy!

Noises appearing in the middle of the night were not an unusual circumstance in the Healy household. You’ve slept through storms, blasting music, sirens, anything and everything you’ve heard, you slept through. Yelling, however, was something new. You couldn’t quite make out what it was because your closed door muffled the sounds, but you could make out the voices of your father and your uncle George.

When you got out of bed and and took your little legs to the top of the stairs you silently watched the argument take place. You stayed hidden.

‘You have a daughter, man.” George said,

Your father sat cross-legged and slouched on a couch. “She’s fine.”

“She’s nine!” George yelled. “She’s a nine-year-old little girl who watches helplessly while you get high like a fool every day!” You saw a tear slowly roll down your father's and George’s cheeks. They truly love you more than themselves and would do anything for you. For the last nearly 10 years you have been the light of all their lives. George was determined to not let Matty’s stupid actions get in the way of you living your life. George softened his voice. “And she loves you. More than anything in this entire world. She loves you. But I can’t have her growing up in this god-forsaken house with you.”

Matty grew defensive and stood. “Then you take care of her then!”

“I’m not her father!”

He stayed silent, accepting his defeat. He knew he was hurting you, even though it wasn’t his intention, he just didn’t want to face the reality. The reality was he was hurting and scaring his little girl.

“You need to go, mate. We’re doing this because we care. I can’t see you like this anymore.”

“What about y/n-”

“I will take care of her. She’ll stay with me.”

Stay with George?

“You need to go.”

“Go where?” Your quiet, timid, little voice asked.

All heads turned to you. Matty wiped his tears and passed George to take your hand. “C’mon baby, we need to talk.”

…

He said he was leaving. He didn't know for how long - at most a couple of months. You would be staying with George. He would take care of you and protect you. He’s done it most of your life anyway so that was nothing new. He said he wouldn’t lie anymore. He promised he would get clean and come home to you, and everything would change for the better. You cried for an hour while sitting in his lap. He rocked you back and forth gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He carried you back into your room and tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead, and telling you he would see you in the morning before he left.

The next day, however, he left without saying goodbye. All of your uncles were downstairs in the living room. Faces red with worry and sadness. You already knew he had gone, but George’s face gave you the confirmation you needed to finally let it all out. He scooped you up into his arms from the bottom of the stairs, telling you it would all be okay.

…

A couple of weeks had passed. Your father was across the globe in Barbados of all places, and you were in Londen with George. Living with him wasn’t that different, they did share a house after all. But there was still a hole in your heart that only your dad could fill, and that became clear when people started noticing your mood changing.

George tried cheering you up, asking about your day, school, or anything to get you talking or get your mind off your dad leaving. Most nights consisted of you crying into his arms over your dad’s lies and words. You were young, but not dumb. You knew your father was addicted and addicted badly. You were angry and sad and missed him and felt so much more. Sad he was gone. Angry he left without saying goodbye. Betrayed thinking about all the times he chose drugs over you. You had never felt so many emotions at once and didn’t know how to handle it. Thankfully, you at least had George.

…

2 months later, his treatment was up and he was supposed to come home. You were so ecstatic. Just the thought of your dad’s time away running up gave you the motivation and energy to get through the last 2 weeks. Adam and Ross were scheduled to pick him up from the airport but when they returned without your dad and sombered faces, you knew something was up, and you feared the worst.

You sat up from the couch and walked towards them, George following right behind you. He had received a next from them earlier telling him what happened. “Where is he?” You asked.

Ross’s head hung low, avoiding your eye contact so you wouldn't see the tears falling from his face. It didn’t work though. You’ve never seen Ross cry. Ever. Something must’ve happened.

Adam spoke up, knowing that Ross couldn’t. “He relapsed, Darling.”

Your heart fell into a million pieces. “What?” You turned to George for confirmation. It’s not that you didn’t believe, you just didn't want to believe,

He looked at you and somberly nodded his head, giving you the information he needed.

You ran upstairs, slammed the door, and sobbed into your pillow.

…

You woke up a few hours later to yelling, feeling an intense amount of deja vu. You heard some voices downstairs, one of which included your dad. You snuck out of bed and made your way to the stairs. You saw your dad. He looked different. He still had his messy pile of curls lying on his head. He grew a bit of a beard and mustache, it was clear he hadn’t shaved in awhile. He was less skinny. His eyes were laser-focused on your uncles.

“You can’t keep her from me.” He said, almost with a deep growl.

“You need to leave,” Adam said.

“She is my daughter! I made her for crying out loud!”

Adam had his hands gently pushing back on your father’s chest and shoulder. “She doesn’t want to see you-”

“Bull shit.”

“I don’t.” Your little voice said.

Matty smiled and walked towards the bottom of the stairs expectantly.

“Hi, darling.” He said smiling. Tears started to form in his eyes but he whipped them away as soon as he could. I missed you.”

You stayed put, afraid to move a muscle.

“Can I have a hug?” He asked, reaching his arms out. You stayed hidden.

Matty cleared his throat, then spoke. “Y/n, it’s time to come home now.”

“They said you relapsed.”

“N-no! I…no. So it’s time to come home.”

“I thought you said there would be no more lies.” You said, with tears falling from your eyes.

“Y/n-”

“I’m staying here.”

“Darling-”

“I’m staying with George.”

He rose and his face turned stern, “Get in the car.”

“No.” You said, getting scared and starting to hide more.

He stood. “Y/n Healy. Get in the car. Now.”

“She’s not getting in the car,” George said.

“Yes, she is!”

“Matty, stop.”

“She’s mine!”

“You promised!” You yelled. All heads turned to you.

“You promised you would get clean. You promised me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore. You promised you would be my father!”

“I am your father.”

“Then where have you been the past 2 months?” Matty stayed quiet. He had nothing to say. He knew he failed and failed miserably. It would take much more than him getting clean to get his baby girl to trust him again.

“I’m not going home.” You said, crossing your arms. “Not until you can keep your promise.”

“Just leave. Like you did before, without saying goodbye.”

“Y/n-”

“Leave!” You turned and went back to your room.

…

As much as you wanted to remain positive that eventually, you would happily return to your father’s arms, every hint of hope slowly got lost over the next few weeks. Time went on. You turned 10 and at your request, your father wasn’t there. After some coaxing by George, you agreed to let him take you on a late-birthday picnic.

“How was your birthday?” he asked while eating the sandwich he had packed earlier.

“It was fine.” You said, shrugging.

“Fine? It’s your tenth birthday! That had to be a big deal?”

“Yeah. It was fun.” You paused for a second.

“I regret not letting you come though.”

He nodded, put the sandwich down, and whipped his hands. “You know…It’s gonna be three months tomorrow.”

You looked up at him and furrowed your brows, “Are you lying?”

He smiled. “Cross my heart.”

3 months clean.

“The house feels empty without you there.” You looked down. “Mayhem misses you. I miss you.” He scooted closer to you and took your hands. “Come back, darling. I’m not lying when I say I’m so much better. Everything is so much better.” You looked up at him, he smiled. “I lost a lot of things over these past few months, but I can’t lose you.”

“You have to promise me, for real this time, you won’t hurt me again.”

“I swear.”

“Pinky swear?”

He smiled and took your pinky in his.

“C’mere.” He said, pulling you into his lap.

He hugged him and after a moment whispered in his ear. “I’m proud of you.”