#the cook makes sure to make everything according to her preference

[caitlynmeow]

House Dimitrescu's cook makes the daughters grilled cheese sandwiches because they love them, but for a certain middle sister, the cook makes sure to cut the sandwich into small bite-size pieces because said middle sister only eats it this way.

[cakelitter]

Mine

Leon x Puppy - Hybrid Fem! Reader

Warnings: age gap, puppy reader, spitting, thigh riding, daddy kink, oral (f recieve) , p in v, praise kink

Summary: Puppy reader gets jealous over Leon

Words: 3.7k

a/n: reader is such a hater in this one, but it fitting. If you see some typos, no you don't. anww enjoy!!

Life has never been better. You have all you could ever need and more.

A hoard of squeaky toys. Check

Piles and piles of cute clothes. Check

The best and the most handsome owner ever. Check

Leon is the best, you lucked out hard on this one. While other hybrids are on the streets, scared and hungry. Your bundled up in your own room, with a massive vanity and a walk-in closet stacked with expensive clothes. You sleep in your king-sized bed with silk sheets, only having to share it with the absurd collection of plushies you have.

You don’t even sleep on it, instead you prefer to overtake Leon’s bed. Usurping his space, and making it your own. Sure, yours is extremely comfortable, pink sheets, bouncy mattress, with plenty of pillows for your singular head. But it doesn’t smell like Leon, it doesn’t have Leon’s warmth, nor the massive biceps you can hide under when there is a thunder storm.

 While other hybrids, search day and night for something edible to eat. You get to be picky with what you put into that bratty mouth of yours. Your morning eggs need to be perfectly cooked, not too dry, but not too raw either. Your like orange juice, but not if it tastes too much like oranges. And god forbid your bread is too stale.

Leon has built that attitude of yours, brick by fucking brick. Complying to everything you say to make you happy, cause seeing you happy makes him happy. Want this skirt even though you have the same exact one back at home? You got it. Want to try a definitely over priced banana milk shake, even though you don’t like bananas? How can he to say no to you.

You are practically a show dog without even competing. All you do is sit at home and be pretty. Leon doesn’t even let you lift a finger. He does all the laundry and cleans up after the mess you make without ever complaining cause according to him, he adopted you, so he should deal with it. And you are completely fine with that mindset. The two of you have an unsaid deal, you empty Leon’s pockets, and in return you shower him with love. Not that it’s difficult for you to do that, the man goes above and beyond for you.

Some call you spoiled, bratty and picky, but how is it your fault if your owner provides you with a life that most humans can’t even afford.

Well, this peace of yours was disturbed with a knock on the door one Sunday afternoon. Leon walks over and opens it cause you’re not allowed to open to strangers. You do however hide behind his shoulder, eyes peeking over the muscles, with your tail wagging.

Did Claire come to visit?? Or is it Sherry?? Wait maybe it’s Chris!

The door opens revealing whoever is behind it. And it’s… who even is that?

“Hi!” A random woman greets, she looks about your age. Honey blonde hair, long and luscious with few highlights here and there, full face of make up, long stiletto red nails, and wearing the tightest shirt and jeans you’ve ever seen. “I’m Irene, just moved in the apartment across from you and wanted to say hi.”

Her smile is blinding, it’s bright… too bright, you hate it. Leon smiles back greeting her as well, tone polite and friendly. You don’t say anything, lurking behind the safety of his broad shoulders, nit picking the appearance of the woman in front of you. She hands over a plate of chocolate chip cookies, wrapped up and tied with a pretty pink ribbon that matches the plate. “These are freshly baked, my grandma’s recipe.”

Why is she so happy and cheerful? You have a bad feeling about her. Your owner takes the plate from her, thanking her for the gesture. People still bake cookies for their neighbors nowadays? She must have a lot of free time huh.

Well, whether you like her or not, it doesn’t mater cause she’s going to leave anyways. The two of you never interact with your other neighbors, and she shouldn’t be any different.

“Wanna come in?”

“Yeah sure.”

What the fuck. Your mouth falls open at how quickly she answered that. She didn’t even take a moment to think, it’s like she was expecting him to offer. Knowing Leon, he probably asked to be polite, and expected her to refuse like how most people tend to do. How normal people do. The shocked expression that appears on your owner’s face for less than a second backs your claim.

He steps aside for her to enter, and you remain glued behind him. She walks in, the clicking sound of her heels echoing through the apartment. The older man ushers her to the living room and they take a seat on the couch. You stand in place at the doorway, watching them from a far.

Listen, your no social expert. You’re just a puppy hybrid, that’s way too spoiled and you spend all day doing nothing at home. But stepping into a random neighbor’s apartment after just moving in sounds like it’s not the smartest thing to do. Especially since Leon clearly looks at least fifteen years older than her. Something smells fishy, and your nose is never ever wrong.

She starts making small talk, about where she’s from, what she does for a living. Things you couldn’t care less about. However, what you do care about is how she laughs too hard at Leon’s stupid jokes, throwing her head back and all. The way she flutters her lashes at him the way you do. The way she tilts her head to the side while nodding as he talks. She’s definitely hitting on him.

The sound of Leon calling your voice, shifts your attention off of her and onto him. He must’ve told her about you, he always parades you around like a trophy to everyone and anyone he has ever known. You walk over to them hesitantly and stand next to his side.

“Aww she’s adorable.” She coos. “I love puppy hybrids.”

Liar, this bitch didn’t even glance your way the whole time she’s here.

“Yeah, she’s a good girl.” Leon adds, with a smile on his face like you’re his biggest accomplishment. Your heart flutters at the way he praises. ‘Good girl’ you’ve heard those two words about a million times ever since you stepped into his home. Yet, each time it never fails to make you get all shy. “Go baby, go say hi to Irene.”

You don’t move a muscle. Usually, you are never one to disobey Leon, he’s too nice for you to treat him like that. But you really don’t want to say hi to a woman who is shamelessly hitting on him in the middle of your living room.

“She’s probably a bit shy.” And she’s clearly stupid, cause someone who’s shy wouldn’t be glaring at her like this. With her incapability to read the fucking room, she does the mistake of reaching her hand to pet you.

Naturally, you start growling, the meanest growl that’s ever come out of your mouth. Ears moving back, eyes shooting daggers at her, and a stiff tail. You honestly don’t know who you are at this point. But it does the job, and scares her enough to retract her hand and leave you alone.

Leon is shocked at your actions as well. You’ve never growled at anyone in your life. Sure, that mouth of yours could use some manners. But you wouldn’t hurt a fly.

She chuckles nervously and leaves not too long after. Once she does, Leon turns around and faces you. Shit, he’s giving you that look. The “I’m disappointed” look, the “I expected more from you” kind of look, the one he gives you when you walk into his office uninvited and mess with his documents. You can sense yourself shrinking with shame under his gaze. But with no regrets.

“We growl at people now?” he says crossing his arms. God, him and those stupid rhetorical questions. “She was nice, and even got us cookies.”

Yeah, ones you can’t even fucking have cause you’re not even allowed to have chocolate. If anything, she’s trying to kill you and he’s upset over a harmless growl? You knew she was bad news, that push up bra of hers is doing wonders at infecting his brain.

Ever since that day, Irene has been stuck on Leon, like gum on his shoe. Asking for his help to clean her “broken” sink, which was never broken by the way. It would be something minor that even you could figure out. She then would play it off as her being silly, and offer a cup of coffee to have him stay longer.

She’d try to make small talk about his motorcycle. What kind it was, when did he get it, how fast it can go. Leon being himself he would explain and ramble on and on about it, sometimes you think he loves that thing more than he loves you. He would get into the nitty gritty of it all, and she would nod her head mindlessly, eyes only focused on his face.

She’d always be touchy around him, gently caressing his arm and giving him unwanted hugs here and there. She was once over at your apartment, even though no one even invited her. They were both in the kitchen with you sitting alone in the living room eavesdropping on their conversation. When she had the audacity to ask him if she could touch his muscles. You felt sick, disgusted, and nauseated. She touches his muscles once and what next? They fall in love and get married? She’d never let you stay in the house or sit on the couch. You’d start eating out of dog bowls and do chores. You can’t let that happen, over your dead pampered body.

Thinking fast, you slam a nearby vase on the floor and quickly lay down next to the shattered pieces, faking a fall and start whinning. Leon rushes out the kitchen and over to you, asking what happened and if you were okay. Long story short, you told him that you slipped and fell breaking the vase along the way. And he bought it, why would his sweet pup lie to him anyways? Although you had to put on your best act and feign an ankle injury for a week, you managed to keep Irene’s hands off of him while successfully getting extra attention.

Today, when you and Leon came back from your daily walk she was ��coincidentally’ about to knock on your door to give you a new batch of brownies that she baked. As if she hasn’t been coincidentally doing that for four weeks now and it’s getting exhausting.

Like always, Leon thanks her and you both head into your apartment. You can’t stand it anymore, her constantly berating the two of you with her weekly attempts to start a conversation with Leon. Her trying to mesmerize him with her tiny skirts and “fuck me” eyes, it’s honestly pathetic.

Leon is supposed to be your owner. Your supposed to have his attention, his time, his everything, because he’s yours. And so, you grab the plate from Leons hand and you dump everything into the trash. He follows you into the kitchen and stares in shock for a moment.

“Hey! just cause you can’t have those doesn’t mean I can’t sweet heart.” He jokes, tone trying to lighten up the mood.

A smile creeps up on his lips, he thinks its another one of your silly tantrums cause you can’t have any of the things she bakes. However, his expression softens when he sees the tears brimming in your eyes as you look back at him.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you wanted to have some too. I can get you one-”

“It’s not about the stupid fucking brownies Leon.” Tears are now wetting your cheeks. You can’t tell if you’re crying out of anger or out of jealousy, or both.  You’ve been bottling up all this rage for so long and now you’re finally let it all out.

“She keeps trying to flirt with you and get in your pants and you’re so oblivious to all of it.”

He connects the dots and his brows furrow with an emotion you can’t quiet read. Letting his shoulders relax, he steps closer. “Honey, its not like that. She’s just-”

“Being nice? Or is it kind?” you interrupt, your sadness turning into anger. “She literally only bakes for you, she only talks to you, she doesn’t even bother glancing at any of our other neighbors.”

He’s speechless, the lines between his brows disappearing as he tries to figure out what to say.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, didn’t know that made you feel uncomfortable.” Is all he managed to say back.

You two stand there in silence, eyes staring into each other. He doesn’t get it; he still doesn’t get why you’re acting like this. You shouldn’t do it, you really shouldn’t, but impulsivity wins and you do it anyways. Grabbing his face, you crash your lips onto his, claiming them in a possessive kiss.

‘A dog is a man’s best friend’ well, your Leon’s half best friend, but what’s the other half? His roommate? His pet? His lover? It’s a question you thought about every day since you discovered that you had a crush on him. A question you were always too scared to ask, fearing that you’re going to be disappointed with the answer.

He’s not kissing you back, he’s not even doing anything. Fuck, what did you just do. Stepping back, with your heart beating out of your chest. You look up back into his eyes with whatever courage and dignity you have left.

He looks at you for moment, eyes piercing through you. You’re so sleeping on the streets tonight, you better start waving goodbye to all of your twenty-three plushies and start searching for a card board box to sleep on for tonight. Irene didn’t even have to bother to kick you out, you single handedly did that yourse-

He’s smiling.

You’re so confused right now.

His hand grabs your chin forcing your eyes to stay locked on his, then he leans down to reach your level. “You could’ve just said that you were jealous, you know?”

The sultry tone of his voice, and his hot breath near your ear only makes your brain processing speed slow down even further. Moving away from you, he drops a delicate kiss onto your lips, and your knees almost give out.

“But you couldn’t just do that, huh. That ego of yours wouldn’t handle it.”

You nod, you can’t even muster up the courage to say anything back with the way his sky-blue eyes are staring at you.

“Fuck, I spoil you too much.” His lips connect with yours once again. They feel so soft, softer than you expected, juxtaposing the roughness of his stubble that is grazing your skin. You kiss him back nervously, all of that prior courage, nowhere to be found.

He leads you backwards till the small of your back is flush against the cold kitchen counter, one of his hands gabbing the surface next to you while the other caresses your waist. Amidst you focusing on his lip movement, you feel one of his legs separate yours, placing itself between them.

Both your lips detach with a string of saliva still connecting them. Your bottom lip is puffy and shiny, he notices and a grin appears on his face. “Such a sweet little thing I have.” He mutters, the jean clad thigh placed between yours closes the proximity with your cunt, causing your brows to furrow at the feeling.

The hand on your waist drops to your hip, ushering it to move in a rocking motion. You can feel the heat from the slick pooling on the gusset of your panties as you let out a sigh of pleasure. A hand creeps up towards your chin once again, grabbing it and gingerly coaxing your mouth to open.

Looking up at him, your greeted with lustful eyes instead of the usual tired yet affectionate ones. He leans in, spitting into your mouth. The hot saliva hits your tongue, and he opens your mouth a bit more to watch it. “Swallow for me.”

Without even thinking twice, you comply. You feel hot all over, you’re pretty sure that you leaked through your panties and onto his jeans. “Always such a good girl.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead as you continue riding his thigh. It feels so good, yet not enough. Apparently, the feelings mutual. Removing his leg, he grabs your arm, turning your around with your back flush against his.

His hands drop down to your hips, grabbing and moving them backwards till only your ass can feel his warmth. You hear him drop down to his knees behind you, his hands move up from your thighs all the way to your ass, bunching up the skirt that you’re wearing. With your panties exposed to him, he can see the wet spot that is now formed on the fabric. Cursing under his breath, he plants a kiss on one of your thighs then the other, before his finger hooks on your panties, pulling them to the side.

With the cold air hitting your dripping core, you can sense his prying eyes taking in the view in front of him. A thumb grazes your weeping core, then drops down to your clit. The sensation causes your hips to twitch, earning a low chuckle from his lips. Feeling his warm breath on your pussy as he licks his lips. Before placing them on your center with an open-mouthed kiss. Which is then followed by his tongue flattening out and dragging up your folds.

He laps up the slick coming out of your cunt a few times before fully committing and beginning to eat you out. You moan, spreading your legs even further, welcoming his mouth. Groaning, his hand grabs the plush of your thighs, spreading you, and giving himself more space to work with.

Your hand moves up, cupping one of your breasts as you keep gushing on his face. He pulls away, grabbing the hem of your panties and pulling them down to your ankles. Out of curiosity, you turn your head to see what he’s up to. Your eyes lock, and so he seizes your thighs with both hands spreading you open once more, before he spits on your cunt.

Moaning at the sights and at the warmth coating your opening, you see crows’ feet forming at the corner of his eyes as he attaches his mouth on your pussy once more while maintaining eye contact. He starts sucking on your clit, then moves up fucking you with his tongue.

When your legs begin to tremble and when your hips start squirming, he picks up on the fact that your peak is near. Your hand holds on to that counter for dear life, as Leon disappears behind you, and all that could be heard are the dirty sounds coming from the apex of your thighs.

“Gonna cum on my face baby? Mark me as yours?” he whispers, before going back to pleasuring you. His words float into your brain forcing your orgasm out of you. The idea of marking Leon as yours, letting everyone know that he’s off limits brings you near tears as you cry out of pleasure, with your mind completely blissed out.

Your legs threaten to collapse, but rough hands hold them in place. Hearing Leon rise to his feet, the wet noises are now replaced with the unmistakable sound of his belt getting undone that is followed by his pants dropping on the floor.

“Turn around sweet heart, wanna see your face.”

Doing what he asked you to do, he grabs your thigh pulling you closer you him. Your hands are placed behind you, gripping the counter for balance. Dropping your eyes over to his dick, you watch as he strokes it lazily, the tip pink and precum pooling on top. You bite your lip and you go back to looking at his face once again. He watches you with hooded eyes, as his hands continue stroking. Heat rushes to your face from embarrassment of facing him now.

Feeling his cock slap against your clit a few times. He kisses you once again before fucking into your heat, coaxing a muffled moan out of both of you. He begins thrusting shallowly, and one of your hands moves over to grip his shoulder. Placing his forehead on yours, his thrusts become deeper, drawing out more breathy moans out of you.

Thanks to the position you’re in, his dick is hitting all the right spots, even making the slight pain pleasurable. It doesn’t take long for him to bottom out completely, hips making contact with your inner thighs. His hand makes its way to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as the tip of his cock kisses the opening of your cervix. The pace begins to pick up yet it still feels very intimate, your thinking skills dissipating by the second.

“Daddy… please”

“Right here sweetheart, right here and all yours.”

You pull him into another kiss by his shirt, whining at how sensitive you’re getting. Kissing you back feverishly, the hand on your clit moves quicker doubling the pleasure. A series of begs and moans leave your lips and before you know it, another release washes over you. Your cunt squeezes down on his dick causing him to suck in a breath of air.

“Squeeze my cock baby, yeah just like that.” You’re seeing stars at this point, making his voice feel so distant yet near. “Fuck, always been a daddy’s girl.”

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, hips still slamming into yours as he chases his own high. And only after a few moments, his breaths get heavier as he releases his load into you. A blissful smile emerges on your face at the warm feeling, a souvenir to remind yourself who you belong to incase the collar wasn’t enough.

Pumping a few more thrusts into you, he pecks your forehead sweetly. His large hands cupping your cheeks and mouth kissing yours.

“All yours sweet thing, heart and soul.”

divider by: @/thetaey

[choerypetal]

Nap Time. / Mike Schmidt

Summary : You knew Mike ever since moving next door to his. While you were suggesting to look for a job and him in deed for a babysitter, to keep Abby during his night shifts. You accepted even at times to offer overtime, due to the nights at his work being somewhat more difficult than he had thought. Meaning having to also prepare tonight's dinner when Mike went to take a Nap. Warning : None, Just fluff!

Enjoy!

Mike had diligently prepared your paychecks for the past few months. Despite facing personal challenges, he consistently maintained his commitment to honesty. However, as he handed you your paycheck this time, there was a noticeable change in his demeanor. His gaze appeared strangely vacant, and he seemed to avoid eye contact, in line with his prior preference for avoiding meaningless, drawn-out conversations. You couldn't help but observe his bloodshot eyes and the dark circles underneath them, signaling that he hadn't enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep in quite a while.

Although you offered to stay a little longer, realizing that dinner wasn't ready and Abby was getting ready for bed, he firmly declined, shaking his head nervously, his stuttering making his anxiety apparent. "No–Noo– It’s– Abby can–" It was at this moment that you understood he had lost everything. The memories from that second night at the Pizzeria and the children were haunting him. He began to disconnect from reality, feeling his body temperature rise and sweat bead on his forehead. If Mike wasn't already in a state of torment, he had surely been gone for a long time.

"I insist." You firmly stated, believing in your words this time. Abby, who had been hesitant to peek from outside her room, came over to hug you. Seeing that you were still there, she tugged at the end of your shirt, signaling that you could stay even if her brother had chosen not to. She preferred spending more time with you, especially after all the recent events. While she deeply cared about her brother, she understood that sometimes adults needed their space, particularly when it involved taking Abby away from Mike and into the care of her aunt, who she herself had strongly objected to it. 

Mike observed the two of you, momentarily captivated by how he managed to keep his composure after all he had been through. He let out a sigh, soothingly rubbed his neck, and finally agreed before Abby could voice another protest directly. "Alright, alright. It wouldn't hurt if you stayed a little longer... Maybe  to also getting dinner ready too?"

A smile graced your features as you graciously accepted his request, fully aware of his fatigue. "I'll go take a nap if you... don't mind?" Without waiting for your response, he promptly headed to his room, leaving Abby and you alone in the room. "He's been rather grumpy lately." Abby remarked, her expression conveying her amusement as you playfully ruffled her hair. "Can I help?" She then offered to assist you with dinner, a proposition you welcomed with enthusiasm. "Of course. How about I handle the vegetables, and you mix everything?" Abby's face lit up with delight, and she eagerly took your arm, guiding you both to the kitchen.

The cooking process unfolded smoothly, with you patiently waiting for the spaghetti sauce to simmer according to your mother's cherished recipe, allowing it to develop its flavors over a few hours. As Abby settled in to watch her favorite nighttime comedy shows, you made the decision to rouse Mike from his nap before dinner was ready. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt knowing he was in a somewhat disheveled state.

Carefully entering his room, your eyes wandered around, taking in the old drawings, family photographs, and a few posters that appeared to be recent additions, their sheen reflecting the moonlight streaming in through the window. Moving closer to his slumbering form, you gently brushed your fingers across his cheek, prompting him to emit a few soft whimpers in response to your tender touch. You couldn't help but smile, and as you continued to caress his cheek, you noticed his fingers entwining with yours. Initially, you thought it might be a sign to stop, but he murmured, "Please continue..." So softly that it nearly startled you, caught off guard by his vulnerability.

Mike unmistakably recognized your presence, discerning your perfume's scent and the tender affection you consistently bestowed upon him whenever the opportunity arose. However, tonight felt notably distinct, one of those nights when he needed your support the most. It pained him to see you openly caring for a guy burdened with numerous life problems, yet it was one of the aspects about you that he strangely admired, particularly your strong bond with Abby. As you prepared to rise and apologize for waking him so abruptly, he urged you to do the opposite. "Stay for a little while." he murmured, his words soft and slightly hoarse due to his dehydration, as he struggled to express himself.

In response, you emitted a soft hum and nodded, though you were uncertain if he truly meant it. He gently took hold of your wrist, assisting you in settling on his bed in front of him, his body shifting closer to yours. He rested his head on the crook of your neck, exhaling the familiar scent he had always been infatuated with. Though initially feeling a bit uneasy, you nervously cleared your throat and mentioned that dinner was nearly ready. However, he declined, saying, "Abby will know when to... Just stay here for a while."

You realized that declining wasn't even an option as Mike's arms were wrapped around your waist so tightly that he showed no intention of letting go any time soon. Although the sudden display of affection caught you off guard, you couldn't help but thoroughly enjoy this tranquil moment. Your soft smile graced your lips, and at just the right moment, Mike's eyes opened from his deep slumber, fixing on yours with a quizzical brow raised at the sight of your unexpected smile.

"What's the smile for?" He inquired, though he understood the meaning behind it and pretended not to, instead focusing on admiring every feature of your face. You shrugged, perhaps waiting for Mike to provide an answer, but he insisted that you share your thoughts. "I suppose it's just about sharing this moment with you." You confessed with a gentle smile.

"Is it?" He inquired, adopting a teasing tone, causing your cheeks to flush with warmth in response to the unexpected situation. Despite working as a babysitter for Mike, you had never anticipated or considered the possibility of a deeper relationship, let alone sharing his bed at this moment. As you found yourself also admiring his face, a subtle tingling sensation fluttered in your stomach—a mix of desire and affection for the man who had initially been nothing more than a neighbor.

"It is." You firmly concurred, your smile now more at ease. You couldn't help but giggle at how silly you must have sounded, only to then realize that the man who loved you, perhaps even adored you, had been right there in front of you all along. "I'm glad then..." He whispered softly, gently caressing your cheek. He showed no intention of releasing you for a while, even when he sensed your desire to do so, as the aroma of tomato sauce filled the entire house, signaling that dinner was ready.

"Nuh-Uh." He protested with a playful pout, fully aware of where your attention had swiftly shifted. "Pasta can wait just a little longer, please." He pleaded, emphasizing the word 'please.' His protest was more of a source of amusement than a genuine plea for pity. This time it was more of an theatrical performance, and you understood his intention. Even though you didn't make a strong effort to comply, you decided to stay a little longer, especially when you felt his lips against your skin. “I bet you even taste better than your mom’s spaghetti..” His journey from your neck to your collarbone brought a smile to your lips, intensifying the blush that had adorned your cheeks earlier.

In an attempt to deflect from your deepening blush, you attempted to cover it, but Mike had the time to gently lifted your chin as he turned your body to face him. "Did I ever told you that you look like an angel sent from above?" He boldly stated, making you initially think he might have lost his mind with such a bold compliment. However, you chuckled casually and replied. "I suppose so?" You decided to play along, mimicking the playful banter he had engaged in earlier, feigning innocence with a hint of sarcasm. To your surprise, this seemed to arouse him even more, making him desire you exclusively.

"You know."A familiar and youthful voice suddenly chimed in between the two of you, and Abby's figure peeked into Mike's room. You heard a sigh of annoyance, coupled with a sense of embarrassment, as you both realized where you had been all this time. Mike chuckled, "Yes, yes, Abby. We'll be right there for dinner."

"You heard her," you declared, joining Abby to help her get ready to serve dinner. Just as you were about to rise, Mike couldn't hide a pout, one that compelled you to lean in and press a soft kiss on his lips without hesitation. "Come on, grumpy old man. I'm hungry," you playfully protested, rubbing your stomach and indicating that he wouldn't receive any more kisses if he didn't comply. He sighed but abandoned the idea of keeping you both in bed, realizing his own hunger as his stomach grumbled in agreement.

As you got up and left the room, you glanced back at him with affectionate eyes before finally leaving to join Abby. It was in that moment that Mike fully comprehended the depth of what was happening—sharing his life with someone else, someone he loved and cared for deeply. It was something he hadn't expected, but here you were.

For once, Mike felt a sense of rest and inner peace.

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

[class-1b-bull]

Can I ask what 1-B would be like with an S/O who shows their feelings mainly through lots of cooking and feeding?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - anything his s/o makes for him he will eat pretty quickly and then talk about how good it was for 5 minutes lmao. Like you blink and the food is gone. Fucking inhaled that shit.

Sen - he always asks his s/o for little snacks and stuff when he goes training and for similar things. He wont directly say anything specific about the foods but he will silently find ways to thank his s/o

Kamakiri - he wont openly say anything about it but he will point out if his s/o stopped. If they stop cooking for him he will point it out and say he rlly liked the food and they should cook for him more ykyk?

Kuroiro - he wont eat much of anything unless you cooked it at this point lmao. Like he will if he has too but he will always prefer his s/os cooking over anyone elses

Kendo - she loves when her s/o cooks for her and she started asking for them to teach her how to cook the things they've made her so she can return the favor

Kodai - if her s/o has a tendency to give her food as a love language then her love language becomes getting them the ingredients. She likes helping them prepare the foods and such but still lets her s/o do most of the hard stuff.

Komori - every time her s/o brings her food she immediately starts gushing about how good it is and she insists on sharing it with them

Shiozaki - whenever you cook for her she will pack it up and eat it as a mid gardening snack or for her lunch that day at school. Then later she will always make sure to tell her s/o how much she liked it and that they should make it again sometime.

Shishida - hes pretty large and his quirk takes up a lot of his energy so he needs to eat and sleep quite a bit. So if his s/os love language is cooking him things he loves it more than he could show.

Shoda - it dosent matter what it is he will eat his s/os cooking every time without fail and he will quietly thank them every time they make him something.

Pony - shes always so happy when her s/o makes her anything. She will give her s/o the biggest hug and gush about how good the food is <3

Tsubaraba - hes a bit of a picky eater but no matter how bad something his s/o made is he will eat all of it. He dosent have to worry about that though since he likes all of his s/os food

Tetsutetsu - if his s/o makes him something to eat they will be forced to listen to him talk about how manly knowing to cook is for at least five minutes. Every dish his s/o makes is the best dish ever according to Tetsu (and he will make sure everyone nearby knows)

Tokage - she instantly starts to praise her s/o about how good their cooking is while insisting they have some of what they made too. She will share it with them, they dont get a choice.

Manga - manga likes to take the little snacks hos s/o makes him and use what they taste like as inspiration for his next drawing (if that makes sense lmao) every time his s/o cooks him something he draws them something and hides it in their bag or room for them to find <3

Honenuki - he also really loves cooking and his love language is acts of service so whenever he sees you cooking him something he always helps in any way. He will run to the store to get a single spice if his s/o asked

Bondo - its the highlight of his day when his s/o comes to him with some food they made. No matter what his s/o made him he loves it every time.

Monoma - he keeps 'complaining' about how hes trying to stay nimble and thin for the sake of his quirk or whatever but at the same time he always eats everything his s/o makes and he even scolds them for not cooking him stuff in a while lmao.

Reiko - she likes the little snacks her s/o makes over the full course meals. Dont get me wrong she eats it no matter what but she prefers the snack foods to eat so he can share with her s/o while they watch a movie or smthn

Rin - he loves his s/os cooking lmao. He will always ask for little snacks when hes about to study or smthn like that. He insists on helping when they cook as well.

Gif anime - dungeon meshi

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Chapter Nine: Bloody Press 

“One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!” - (Y/n) (L/n)

9

The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filled the Riley kitchen with a surge of hope for a new day. The atmosphere was warm in comparison to the other night that will surely be remembered for the rest of their lives.  Mrs. Riley had made it her priority to fill the kids stomachs as much as possible before the day got started. They needed some sense of normalcy before heading into the school doors. The campus was already swamped with the press, there was no doubt that the students were restless as well. 

“I know they let you guys have a day off yesterday but do think you should stay home,” 

Tatum dug into her pancakes with a grimace, “Your objection is duly noted.” 

The girl had preferred if they didn't talk about what could happen at school today. The cheer team had blown up the house phone non-stop yesterday to talk about Sid and (N/n). She understood the curiosity and the drive for gossip, but privacy was what was needed for the both of them at the moment. There were lines even she didn't cross when she had enough sense. 

Although her best friend wasn’t showing any signs of fear she could sense it wafting off of her. And who could blame her, with the killer calling again the other night saying she had pointed the finger at the wrong guy again? The Cotton Weary case is still being talked about even with the serial killer at large, and it did truly make her wonder if the man truly did kill Sidney’s mother. 

The town talks alot about drama and rumors, and Tatum has heard a thing or two in regards to Mrs Prescott during cheerleading practices here and there, but it wasn't something she would rely back to her best friend. She didn't want her best friend to think she was  gossiping about her family, that simply is horrid. 

“I want to be around a lot of people, mama Reily,” Sidney mustered up a smile, “Plus I want to see how (Y/n) is doing today. I should've called but I wanted her to be able to process everything going on.” 

It was mainly the truth. The other reason she didn't call is because she would feel inclined to tell her the phone call she received the other night from the killer in question. (Y/n)’s names rolled off that sick man's tongue as if it was second nature— a blessing to be able to utter it. And the possessive crossroads of his tone with calling her his— Sidney could only shiver at the thought. 

As if sensing her discomfort, Tatum placed a hand on her shoulder. She too was worried for the girl, but she was with someone who didn’t have family around her right now. There were still no signs of Sidney’s dad according to the police officers and not to mention she was practically alone due to having no mother. One that was brutally murdered. Just like her alibi was the other night. 

Whoever this man was needed to be stopped before he could do further harm. 

“She's fine Sid,” Tatum tried to reassure, “Stu went to visit her yesterday to make sure she was alright.” 

Sidney's eyebrows shot up at the news, “Stu went to visit? Where was her Aunt?” 

“He said something about her not having enough hours at the hospital. I wonder what's going on,” The strawberry blonde pursed her lips in worry, “You don't think they're running out of money do you? I thought their house was fully paid off. Or do you think something happened with CPS—” 

A whack to the head was sent over by Mama Reily in response. In the morning gossip wasn't allowed at the table…only at dinner time. 

“Now don't you go talking bad about that woman! She works a lot harder than alot of people in this town trying to provide for (Y/n),” The mother placed the fresh stack of pancakes just in time as Dewy rushed in his brown shirt of his uniform untucked from his trousers. “I still remember the night that the girl's parents were pronounced dead with no leads. It had to have been an armed robbery, but who honestly would be that desperate for money and kill a loving husband and wife.” 

The town knew about how Gia (L/n) immediately took up the task of taking care of (L/n) after her brother's murder. She made sure (Y/n) was always on time for school, had the best packed lunches and even made sure the girl had enough movies and comics to keep herself occupied. As an aunt she was still considered young even though she was only twenty nine years old at the time. She worked day shifts when the girl was younger and switched to night shifts recently when (Y/n) turned sixteen. 

Gia has been giving (Y/n) the world as much as she can. There's only so much you can do to give someone who has unfairly lost their parents.  

It was honestly disrespectful the way the town looked down upon them with no man in the home. It was a mindset that needed to be changed that had a male running the home and the woman at times to stay with the children. The fact that Gia wasn’t married and had no husband was a jab here and there the Woodsboro housewives would talk about. But it seemed like Gia didn’t mind or wasn’t worried about that fact. In fact she took strides in it. 

Sidney wrinkled her nose in distaste at the memory of Billy coming to her house with a bloody nose one afternoon to study over her house. Her concern for him was genuine at first then shattered when she learned what it was for. 

“Billy! What happened?!” Sidney followed the Loomis boy down the hall to her bathroom with a towel in hand. Her body was rigid from the sight of her boyfriend's nose bleeding on the white tiles floor.  

Billy simply grabbed the towel out of the girl's hand wetting it underneath the sink, “Some dipshits were talking about (Y/n) and Gia. I had to put them in their place.” 

Sidney’s eyebrows creased in agitation, “You got into a fight over (Y/n)? Why would you even-“ 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

The silence in the bathroom was deafening. All she could do was take in the boys' aloof expression as if he did nothing wrong. And in a way he didn’t-although the bruises and busted up knuckles said otherwise. 

At the moment she shouldn’t be thinking about that. She should be thinking of a way to gain evidence against a convicted murderer who was coming after her and (Y/n). Since she was proven wrong she would at least need to apologize to Billy-her own boyfriend for causing him. 

But her gut. It was telling her something wasn’t right. 

 “You don't think it could've been the man that attacked them do you? He does seem a bit obsessed with (Y/n). Do you think he sees her as ‘the one that got away’?” Tatum theorized, she missed the way Sidney tuned back in from messing with her pancakes on the plate. 

“That wouldn't make any sense,” Sidney muttered, mouth full, “(Y/n) was home with her grandmother when it happened. They were walking home from date night when they were killed on the street corner-two different places. The killer wouldn't even be considered a suspect because (Y/n) never saw him.” 

“Aw thats right….maybe he's a weirdo that likes her because.. she's —ya know—-” 

Mama Reily gasped, “Tatum-”

“What—?”

“There's no talking like that in this house! I taught you better than that!” 

The blonde sent a nervous expression her way, “I wasn't saying that in a bad way. Her race is very beautiful—” 

Sidney nudged her roughly, before quickly changing the subject, “H-hey Dewy what do you think? Is it possible the case involving (Y/n)’s parents should be opened back up? Especially since the man has an obsession with her.” 

Dewey frowned, his mustache bristled with crumbs from the jelly toast he ate. “Hell if I know. The case was first introduced when I was simply a rookie, armed robbery happens all the time, nothing abnormal. And the street corner they treat didn't have cameras or witnesses. I will admit-,” The phone rang in the living room drawing their attention, he held up a finger, “I will admit that something doesn't seem right about it though. Something happened more than an armed robbery. I just can't prove it.” The deputy went to answer the phone letting the news blare into the kitchen cutting off the awkward tension. 

“-This is not the only thing that this reporter has in story for you in regards to Sidney Prescott, who escaped the vicious attack last night  was the daughter of Maureen Prescott who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tourchred the deceased. Cotton Weary is now currently awaiting an appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness to the states prosecution-” 

“It's never gonna stop. Is it?” Sidney frowned at her pancakes. 

Tatum started to rub her friends back in comfort until Dewey emerged from the living room off the phone. 

“Turns out Billy was released yesterday without my knowledge. His phone records were clean. He didn't make those calls to you guys the other night.” 

Sidney looked utterly baffled and upset with the news, “Somebody called us Dewey! Me and (Y/n) aren't making it up!” 

“I know,” Dewey reassured, well at least attempted, “We're checking every cell tower in the county for a ping around the time the call happened. Any calls made to you, (Y/n), and Casey are being cross referenced. Now it's going to take time, but we'll find him.” 

Hopefully. 

“And my dad?”

The male only shook his head in guilt. 

“Breaking news! From the press papers this very afternoon written by none other than our latest news reporter Gale Weathers, has called it the latest ‘break in the case’ in concerns of Casey Becker and (Y/n) (L/n)! As you all know Casey Becker was murdered Tuesday August and Miss (L/n) was attacked by the same killer only forty eight hours ago. The paper has pointed to Becker having romantic feelings for her best friend and tried her best with keeping it a secret going as far as to document her feelings in a diary. The papers this morning have shared entries of evidence of possible fingers being pointed in many directions of who could be responsible behind these crimes-” 

“What the hell?” Tatum stood up along with Sidney in shock. 

Casey had feelings for (Y/n)?

“ Although Miss Weathers  has said it is very unlikely that Miss (L/n) is a suspect behind these crimes we cannot ignore the fact the killer has interest in her and even pointed out the murder of her parents many years ago that was ruled to be ‘armed robbery’-” 

“Oh my god,” Dewey ran out the door onto the steps to grab the morning paper. He fumbled to unroll it at a fast pace as Tatum and Sidney came up behind him watching the man's face go from shock to utmost horror. “Oh my god. Every entry from Becker's diary is here.” 

“Why is she doing this? Isn't it a crime to publish evidence like this-” 

“Yes—no—well—”

“Yes or no it's a simple answer Dewey!” Tatum hissed, snatching the paper from her brother's hands, “How did they even get it out this fast?! Did they work overnight?” 

The older Riley seemed at a loss for words. There was no way that a publishing company would work late at night willingly unless the details were that good or if they were going to be paid a hefty sum for the trouble. Dewy’s bet was on the ladder. 

Still he couldn't believe the work done in front of him. What kind of sick story was this? And who in their right mind would hand over the diary for Weathers to take it to the printing press? The male frowned to himself in disappointment; he thought he would have a chance with the women after their discussion yesterday in the department hallway. He’s not a jealous man of course, but seeing officer Montana come up behind her and lead her out the door-. 

Dewey paused, staring at the scene as Tatum started screaming and hollering in agony in the living room. Sidney was trying to calm her friend down but the teenager was inconsolable. 

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Tatum rocked herself back and forth in her mother's arms as her mascara ran down her face in unruly ways, “ Why couldn't he tell me the truth! I knew he wanted her! What does she have that I don't?! What does (Y/n) have?!”   

“Tatum,” Sidney hovered over her friend uneasily. 

The strawberry blonde turned to her best friend in fury, her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her face matching her hair. She was scanning her friend's face widely, taking in her cautious approach and uneasy eyes. She could tell what Sidney was thinking-she didn’t have to even say it. 

Yes. She was inevitably jealous of (Y/n) and the fact she was unaware Stu was wrapped around her finger. And she fucking hated it. 

It wasn’t like she could copy everything the girl did. She watched every horror movie with him, gave great sex, sometimes she would dress down like the girl in order to get longer glances, only to see the disappointment behind his eyes shortly after. She didn’t understand. Did she have to fully change her appearance? 

Tatum didn’t have to say it out loud her actions in the past as well as now we're telling enough that she practically wanted to be her. She was mortified and terribly embarrassed. 

“Did you know?” She directed to Dewey. 

“Tatum—'' Mrs Riley tried again to pull her daughter to the hallway. 

“No! Did you know?! My own flesh and blood about what happened in that diary?!” 

The living room grew tense by the minute as the Riley siblings looked at one another. Slowly Dewey tried to approach his sister only for her to take a few steps back in return. It was a hurtful sight but honestly what else could be said at that very moment? This has quickly changed from precessional to personal. 

Dewey shuffled on his feet awkwardly, “Tatum-“

“Did. You. Know?” 

The older male let out a huff. Before letting out the words he knew he was going to regret. “Yes” 

It was then and only then did Tatum Riley lose her fucking mind. 

~ ☿ ~

Bus rides were usually so loud and obnoxious to the point where (Y/n) would be able to tune it out, but today…it seemed like the world had other plans. The moment she stepped on the bus along with the others on her street it seemed like the whole atmosphere grew strained, heavy she even dared to think. 

One of Casey’s fellow cheerleaders, Autumn, had insisted she sit with her while Jonah sat in the other seat beside them like it was some sort of protection protocol of some kind. She knew about Jonah’s girlfriend although she heard more about her from Casey’s point of view. They did have their moments here and there when discussing what was best for the team and (Yn) had to listen so she wouldn’t blow up at the wrong moment.

She would glare to stop other people from talking to her ‘which in itself wasn't normal’. Otherwise the conversation seemed fair, she asked how she was doing and what she had got on her recent exam in English. The girl was so tired in all honesty, but she was able to get some studying in for the history exam that’s for today's quick quiz. If the teacher was lucky she 

Sure people would talk and bother her from time to time on an average day, but this day seemed different. Their eyes were bugging out in desperation for answers like she was the only one who had them. 

Upon arriving at the school it was no surprise the press was all lined up harassing students for their teenage mindset with a serial killer on the loose. It wasn't like they were going to miss out on a scoop like this. She could see the headlines in next Thursday's newspaper; “Teens Thoughts on Horrid Murder of their dear Classmates”. 

The one thing that worried her was the cameras and whispers going on around her whenever she walked passed. There was a reporter here and there that would ask her random questions about Casey and their relationship. Or if “the murder seemed familiar” “did it seem like he was only targeting teens”.  

The one thing that stuck out to her was the mention of a diary. As soon as the question left the reporter's mouth Autumn had steered her in another direction and flipped the man off. 

They made their way through the courtyard after that, students whispers of gossip getting louder and louder with each step to the front doors. It was twisting the girl's stomach in knots with how the stares seemed to clawing at her. She could only imagine how Sidney felt since they were in the same situation, although the girl had gone through the same thing only a year before with her mother's murder. 

Bad luck was following the both of them. They were now dealing with two different scandals and murders on their backs. Talk about trauma bonding. 

Autumn suddenly shoved a girl out of (Y/n)’s permitter a scowl on her face, “Move along Candace! She doesn't need your craving to solicit gossip.” 

The tall cheerleader popped her gum with an eyebrow raised. Kandace was one of Casey's favorites and made sure to tell (Y/n) to go to her with any issues if she wasn't around. Just by the look of her she could see why. Jean short skirt, with a cropped airbrushed tee and new balance sneakers to tie everything together. Her long locs casted over her shoulders and rested along her front nicely. She was pretty by the current beauty standards, but regarding her soul it radiated big sister energy. 

Kandace simply gave what would be assumed a sympathetic smile her way. Her hands were raised up in surrender, “I'm not trying to start anything. It won't do any good after everything she’s experiencing. My only solid remorse is that I couldn't give our dear cheer mate some advice to snag her-“

“(Y/n),” Autumn cut off the girl quickly, “why don’t you go ahead? I think I see Randy over by your locker.” 

This caused (Y/n) to immediately snap her head in the direction and sure enough through the crowd of students she could see Randy leaning up against her locker reading the paper from this morning. The boy looked to the side, his eyes widening when he saw her before quickly waving her over. 

(Y/n) smiled to the redhead in thanks before she made haste in the boy's direction with a smile. The two cheerleaders watched as the crowd quieted down before parting for the girl. They felt themselves stiffen as Randy started to frantically talk to the girl placing the newspaper behind his back. 

“She doesn't know,” Autumn hissed quickly to the blonde. 

This caused Kandace to go from sympathetic to utterly mortified. “Y-you’re -you’re going to let her go inside not knowing-?”

“I’m going to let her friends handle it. She needs to find out from them. no one else  has asked her about it this morning. I made sure of it.” 

The brown skinned girl frowned, “I hope you know I’m very disappointed with your decision.” 

Autumn rolled her eyes, “And I’m very disappointed with almost all of yours. Especially letting Tatum still be on the team. ” 

“Randy, for the last time I’m fine! Are you feeling alright this morning?” 

Meeks perished his lips together in inner agony. It was clear that no one had told her about the news from this morning or the paper. And he hated it, he fucking hated it because she was already going through so much already and now she had to worry about reporters dragging her friend when she hasn’t even had the chance to go to her funeral yet. 

Randy looked down at the paper, then back up at (Y/n). If he was being honest he would rather be the one to tell her everything going on than anyone else. She deserved to know those closest to her. 

However, before the male could hand over the paper it was abruptly snatched from his hand. Turning around he came face to face with Stu Macher, his face red and chest heaving up and down in panic. Randy honestly has never seen the boy so out of sorts before. Sure there were a few moments where he lost his temper but he was usually seen as the easy going one most of the time. Although now his secrets were laid out all on the table glide to the morning paper. 

Randy snarled at the boy remembering how his stomach sank reading the entry where Casey and Stu discussed having a threesome with (Y/n). What kind of sick fucker would want to take a girls virginity in a fucking threesome? With her best friend watching no less! Where was the intimacy? The seclusion and the patience? 

Is that how low he thinks of her? After all these years of them knowing each other? 

Yes. Randy was not only angry because the girl he has feelings for is being disrespected, but because she had been through enough already. And Stu was showing he wasn’t fit for her. 

“Give it back dick face-“ 

Stu’s heated glare cut him off like genome, “who are you callin’ dick face ya twink?! I bet you were so excited to hand this over! It was a frickin’ drunk conversation it didn’t mean anything-“ 

“Didn’t mean anything?” Randy scoffed, “give it to her and see if she feels the same way.” 

(Y/n) watched the two boys carefully while taking in their expressions before looking around the hall. Everyone’s eyes were on them now and the whispers were getting louder. They were making a scene, 

“Uh guys, maybe we should-” 

“Don’t try to hide your fucking sins now!” 

The group of teens snapped their heads to the left to see a red hot fiery strawberry blonde walking their way. Never had the student body seen Tatum Reilly so angry and flushed. Her mascara was still runny from the tears she was shedding to the way her tight cropped jersey seemed to be wrinkled as if she'd taken it off and on several times within minutes. Not to mention her shoes that were currently un-tied as well Sidney was only a few paces behind her trying to grab onto her arm but it seemed like with each passing second she was only getting further away from her. 

“Oh god!” Stu rolled his eyes to the ceiling, “I can only handle one thing at a time!” 

“Oh really?” Tatum laughed in mirth, “you seemed pretty happy with the thought of occupying two women at the same time-“ 

“I was drunk and fucking unhappy-“ 

“Like that’s any excuse!” 

Stu smiled ruefully, “Oh don’t try to act like you’re any better. Let me remind you they all now know what you also did to Casey and (Y/n). Cornering her in a sleepover and calling her a slut!” He looked her up and down, the smile slowly turning into a slight snarl, something (Y/n) had never seen on the boy's face before. “Don't forget how this relationship started in the first place. “Casey is slow and boring-I can give you exactly what you need and more. Follow me and I’ll show you.”” 

Tatum looked around her cheeks flamed, the cheer team gasps, whispers, and glares were apparent making her blood run cold. She couldn’t believe he was telling everyone how they started, with her desperate attempt to sleep with him 

“You're just as guilty! Who leads girls on when you've already made up your mind on who you want?” 

“I told you who I wanted!” 

(Y/n) felt her nerves start to rise with each sentence being argued with Tatum and Stu. What the hell were they talking about? How did everyone find out about the sleepover? And why is Stu trying his best for her to not read the newspaper. She looked around slowly before her eyes landed on Kandace and Autumn promptly gesturing towards her with their own newspaper in hand. While her group of friends were distracted she quickly rushed over towards them seeing how Autumn looked sad and ashamed. 

“What's going on?” (Y/n) questioned. 

Kandace did not respond. In a way she didn't need to, her sorrowful expression was enough for the girl to understand it wasn't anything good. Reluctantly the cheerleader handed over the newspaper that felt way heavier than it should’ve. 

It seems like time slowed down with each entry the girl had read. From the front to the back, from the good to the bad, from the confessions to the secrets it was all laid out before her. And it hurt, it fucking hurt. Not because of how Stu viewed her, all of the ruthless things that were all done by her friends behind her back, no. It was the fact Casey loved her. Her best friend loved her so much and she couldn't say it in person. It had to be written down in a diary because she was afraid no one would accept her for who she is. 

Casey was gay. She fucking loved her. And now she is gone because of a ruthless killer that had a vendetta. And instead of her having the right to express herself to the world herself, a fucking reporter did it for fame. 

Stu shoved Tatum off of him once more, “Enough Tatum, we've had this discussion before. This was only temporary, I told you I didn't want anything serious!” 

“What does she have that I don't Stu!” Tatum hissed with venom lacing her tone, “She's a fucking virgin! And she most definitely doesn’t want to fuck you after you’ve sat back and fucked me-” 

“That's enough!” Sidney said with conviction, “The both of you look ridiculous! Just break it off and apologize to each other-” 

But it was already too late, Stu lost balance and fell on the floor from a wack to the back of his head with a history textbook. The crowd of students gasped in shock from the girl's actions, and her friends took a step back all except Randy Meeks. He simply stared at the sight before him, (Y/n)

“Is that how you view me?” It was above a whisper, but Stu could hear her tone clear as day. The anger and malice was there to play , “You view me as a friend to simply have sex with?” 

“No!” Stu tried to get up quickly but stumbled due to how dizzy he currently was, “ No! Please listen to me when I say this! I was drunk and messing around. I would never think of you as easy or to take advantage of you like that (N/n)! You know me better than that!” 

A permanent frown rested on the afro haired lips, “Do I Stu Stu? You seemed to be having a lot of fun with Tatum and Casey as if I wasn't there, always waiting and watching….. I knew I wasn't the prettiest….but I thought you would eventually realize how much I wanted you. But you had never changed, you’re fucking to deep up your ass to look and see the girl who was willing to die for you idiot!” To add more effect she threw the textbook one more time-only it wasn't at Stu-it was at Tatum. “Don’t think I didn't read that you fucking went behind Casey’s back you bitch!” 

(Y/n) pushed through the crowd with her friends quickly calling after her. It took a flat two minutes for her to get outside to the courtyard and see that van with other reporters doing an interview with the woman that was the cause behind her sheer heartache and rage. 

“Gale!”  (Y/n)’s shout was thunderous and unfamiliar. The looks she got alone showed that it was frightening to say the least. “I want to speak to the bitch that decided to give you evidence to a murder investigation! And that ducking decided you knew what the fuck you were doing with writing a story about this case concerning my parents.”

A reporter who was interviewing Miss Weathers promptly got out of the way of discussion, their cameraman ready. Gale watched the girl come up hastily and tried to remember everything she noted down that morning for the incoming questions the teen girl would have for her. 

“Are you happy with yourself?” (Y/n) snarled in fury. 

“To tell the whole truth about Casey’s final moments here in this world yes-“

“Moments that were kept in a diary for a reason. You’ve just outed a whole eighteen year old from beyond the grave and she’s not even fucking six feet under yet! It’s nearly impossible for her to be embalmed properly and not to mention the fact her parents didn’t even get a word in on this?”

“Did you even think about what it was like for her family and friends? About the risks of your actions and how they could affect others close around her? Or were you too selfish and money hungry for that to even cross your mind?” 

Gale looked around to the cameras and students who were listening intently. She felt the embarrassment and shame start to sink in from the angle she tried this at. From her perspective it was the only way to get the killer to come out from the shadows and to feel the pressure but the way the teen girl was looking at her made her feel terrible. The words cut like a knife and she was trying her hardest to come up with a comeback—and an explanation, but her words were dying in those venomous eyes that were staring back at her. 

“Well--” 

“Well?” The girl scoffed, “That's what you start off with? Well?! For my best friend you're disrespecting beyond the grave.” 

Sidney hesitantly reached out to the girl, “(Y/n) she's not worth it--” 

“No,” (Y/n) snapped, “It's been overdue for this conversation.” 

Stu stayed in the back trying to ignore the heated glare he was receiving from Tatum. He would try to go up and calm (Y/n) down but that would mean he would look guiltier than he already was. Not to mention the throbbing ache on the back of his head was terrible, in his opinion he did deserve it though. He shouldn't have gotten so drunk and excited when having sex with Casey, now (Y/n) knew of their drunk conversation and probably hated him. He was going to have to find a way to ask Billy to help him-.

“Are you not even going to try to apologize for what you did?” 

The male turned back in and looked at Tatum in frustration, “We’ll talk about this later, can you at least give me later?” 

Tatum wiped at her eyes and nodded, he expected for her to turn and walk away only for her to stand beside him and watch everything go down. A part of him knew that she was too in love with him for her own good, it was going to be hard to let her down easily without hurting her anymore. It was never meant to be a full relationship, she was only supposed to be there to help when he got upset or lonely. She started calling them boyfriend and girlfriend first, not him. 

“What's going on?” Billy’s voice cut through the tension between the two teens. Stu honestly was so glad to see his boyfriend, after everything gets settled at the school they are going to have to rethink about their plans concerning winning (Y/n) over. 

“(Y/n) is confronting Gale about the article, if we don't stop them it could get ugly,” Randy rushed anxiously. 

Tatum scoffed, “(Y/n) would never—” 

“You and community dick over here just got whacked over the head with a text book. Do you really want to finish that sentence?” 

Loomis ignored the squabble that started, and made way towards the front of the crowd near (Y/n). Sidney peered at him from the corner of her eye but refrained from saying a word to him. She was too suspicious for her own good, but it was okay, he would mess with her head again later. 

Billy stroked the girl's shoulder gently trying to direct her away from the reporter, “Come on (N/n). This isn't what Casey would have wanted—,” 

With a sniffle  the girl reluctantly managed a nod, “You're right. This isn't what she would've wanted.”

 The girl looked at Gale for a long moment watching the women begin to ease up on a sympathetic smile. As if a red thread snapped at once, so did her sanity. 

“—But it's what I want.” 

No one had a chance to pull (Y/n) back before the first hit landed and Gale's hair was in her fists. The older woman let out a scream of terror as the teen girl let off hit after hit. Her face twitched into a crude smile. She couldn't recall the moment they started rolling on the ground and her refusing to let go. The tufts of hair would slip through her fingers to the ground before grabbing at another section, ripping and tearing whatever she could. 

In all honesty it didn't seem like a fair fight. 

All the pent up rage and frustration from the past few days were unleashed with each punch and hit the girl could land. She couldn't hear the other commotion around her or the pulling and tugging Billy was doing to get her off the women. She was pretty sure who heard Deweys voice at one moment begging her to stop, and she would have listened-she honestly would have but the way Gale had the nerve to smile at her after everything she had done she couldn't let it go. 

She was done being pushed around like she was no one. Of being nice and ‘letting things go’ because ‘it was the right thing’ to do. When was justice ever going to be served to the people that wronged her and her family? This town was sucking the very life out of her by basically existing. The flashing lights of photos being taken, whoops and hollers of all the nearby student body cheering her on. 

No one cared about the fact Casey was outed by this woman. No one cared that her friendship would possibly be ruined with her friends due to the many secrets that were revealed. And no one cared that she hadn't been able to properly mourn the fact that the people she loved were crumbling and dying around her without warning. 

She was tired of loving people that weren’t going to stick around. 

“(Y/n)!” A lift of her arm then another tug was felt moving her weight off the older woman, “Dear god! She’s bleeding! (Y/n) she’s fucking bleeding get off!”

The girl zoned back in on her hands seeing the crimson red staining them from her knuckles to her elbows. Her breathing was heavy as she stared at the woman below her sobbing, Gale's nose was busted and bleeding all over. Her strands of hair loss and mixed into the blood and matted together I hurt her grip. 

(Y/n) could feel the perming snarl slowly being life’s from her face then sheer terror sinking in. She had done that. She had scratched and pummeled Gale Weathers. 

Looking down at the hand underneath her arm she traced to find Randy holding her. Billy was in Dewey’s grip and hand on his cheek as if he’d been hit. The guilt slowly started to sink in but by bit as she took in her actions. 

“That’s enough (N/n),” Randy whispered  softly, ���she got the message.” 

(Y/n) felt a lump in her throat and slowly released Gale completely. Looking down at her bloody hands only then did she begin to cry and sob. The anger, the loss, the frustration, and overall sadness came to light. She never wanted to hurt anyone, she was just so tired. 

“Dee I-I would never-“

“Shhh,” the boy started to pull the girl up and off the reporter gently, “I know I know-“ 

“It’s not fair!” (Y/n) cried out, “She shouldn’t get anyway with it! She’s tarnished her name-“ Randy pulled the girl away again but she turned to the reporter one last time her words still star and filled with hate, “One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!”

Randy cut the girl off with a full embrace to muffle her pained cries. He refrained from flinching the way her bloodied hands gripped his shirt tightly. It seemed so long while they stood there holding one another while the girl was sobbing. The cops surrounded the scene taking Gale to the paramedics while Billy was looked at quickly for the bruised on his cheek. However the boy wasn't focused on the searing pain of his face, no his eyes stayed glued on the male hugging his precious (Y/n). 

[sugar-petals]

Jungkook as a servant ready to fulfil any duty for his hard domme

Yess what a scenario!! Oh my god, I can see it.

Sweet and eager service sub!Jungkook would cook and clean absolutely everything wearing his signature waist harness that she got him for Christmas, he'd sing absolutely everything, he'll give her a fucking sensual lapdance if she wants. Or a wild one. Depends on what she likes. In his hoodie or just underwear. He brings the groceries concealed-collared, too... that's fucking hot.

Since he's a perfectionist, Koo will think he could never be good enough. Reassurance he won't accept: He wants to be happy about how skilled he was on his own accord, and that's good! JK deserves to feel content and satisfied about subbing how imagines it to be. On the other hand, he is keen to figure out her demands and standards and preferences. She will bridge this balancing act by petting him lots, twirling his hair, making sure he is protected and comfortable around.

Display of respect for his mistress is the first rule when serving her, he knows best. If he had a red carpet ready whenever she came home, this would be the moment. Oscars who? Yoongi on the phone giving kitchen advice, Jungkook will dine her in his shiny black stilletos, he'll have her ask for second servings because it's so damn good. Being cozy with each other can also be part of hard domming, it just needs the right time and place.

send in more hard sub!idol thoughts ❤️

[moonlightndaydreams]

I finally closed my requests so i can focus fully on finishing the requests, and get to yours asap, because I want to make it a long drabble and I need zero distractions for it (i'll write it, i promise)

In the meantime, brain rot of, you got it, minsung.

My personal headcanon is that they're the type to be completely dominated by their third partner. In the bedroom they can totally obliberate her and make her scream their names, but it can also be the other way around, with them screaming hers and begging. Outside the bedroom, she calls the shots and they're her spoiled babies. Clingy, whiny and ready to throw a fit if she doesn't give them the amount of attention that, according to them, they need to live.

I'm a sucker for domestic dominance and subby minsung.

Domestic bliss with poly Minsung

Oooooh I like this concept. I have a few ideas swirling around.

Yep I can totally see this being a thing.

Minsung can certainly be needy, sulky little babies for sure. They are so obsessed with her, they crave her attention, they are antsy and paranoid when she is distracted by other things (like work, friends, commitments).

I mean they do everything she needs inside and outside of the bedroom, surely she can at least give them the attention they require, right?

Minho is a domestic goddess, cooking up a storm in the kitchen, preparing her favourite meals each and every night. Doing her laundry, washing her sexy lingerie for her. She doesn’t have to lift a finger.

Jisung takes care of all the leisure comforts, like making sure there are ample blankets and pillows to lounge in front of the tv, or making sure all their movie watching is to her taste. He gives her massages and runs her a bubble bath. He is always checking in and monitoring her mood and emotions so he can fix any problems she may be having.

All they ask in return is her to praise them, dote on them and fuck them, and when they feel they aren’t getting enough, they have little (or big) tantrums. They’ll pout, sulk, throw the cold dinner in the bin because she wasn’t home in time for dinner, watch the movies she hates, provoke her, ignore her.

But she created this. They became so used to her undivided attention. Letting them lay their heads in her lap while they watched shitty dramas, stroking their heads while they gazed at her, jerking them off while they sat next to her on the couch, sometimes she’d wear only lingerie around the apartment for entire weekends at a time. Rewarding them with blowjobs and letting them fuck her at the same time.

They liked to be called her little babies, and they liked her to look after their emotional and sexual needs, to praise them and look at them lovingly. BUT they also loved her to be demanding. They’d like her to order them around and telling them what outings or activities they were all going to do. Giving them rules they had to abide by. Sometimes they liked her to spank them, or direct one of them to spank the other. Sometimes they wanted her to say mean things to them. They loved any attention really.

It sent them absolutely feral for her and they’d be beside themselves with throbbing, leaking dicks when she would tell them to carry her to the bedroom and take turns to eat her out then fuck her.

They hate it when she works back, arriving home late. “Why has she been giving that asshole boss of hers attention and not us?” She comes in the door to scowling, sulking little shits. This has been happening all week actually, and the guys had tried their hardest to keep it contained. But tonight it’s too much for them. They’d had enough. They needed her. Right now they hated her.

She walks through the door. Jisung is sitting there sulking, naked, on the couch, while Minho is fully dressed and glaring at her. Their approaches are different even though they are wanting the same result. To fuck her brains out and make her cry their names while she comes on their cocks (preferably at the same time).

Things will either go one of two ways in situations like this. Jisung will either beg for you to give them what they need, or he’ll side with Minho and they will simply TAKE what they need. Either way is actually fine with her because she loves them whether they’re angry or desperate.

Either way she’s really in charge.

Tonight she wants them to team up and punish her.

@lyramundana

@2chopsticks2eyes @channieandhisgoonsquad

@noellllslut @chansmandy

[dracimexidae]

I was tagged by @valentinaonthemoon (thank you! 😊)

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

-- so yeah, if we consider any piercing I have the "boring" one per ear as well, I'm kind of entertaining the idea of doing a second piercing on both ears near the ones already open but my lobes are rather small, so I don't know, we'll see // I've been dyeing my hair for some years now, since nature didn't give me red hair I took that matter into my own han... well no, actually my hairdresser's hands 😁 (I've never dyed my hair on my own, I guess it would be cheaper but I'm afraid I would make a disaster)! I don't even go entirely red, I just do meshes on top of my head and keep my natural colour behind and on the sides (I carry short hair), which is dark brown... and grey/white, because nature did decide to give me plenty of white hair even if I'm not even 35 yet, yay! 😅 I think I have to thank genetics from my father's side for it but whatever, I don't really mind much, it's not really the reason why I dye my hair anyway // if by "braces" you mean that infernal stuff used by dentists to trap your teeth and having a nightmare inside your mouth, yeah, sadly I had them, and I HATED it!!! And I know I definitely should have kept them more, and on both dental arches (I only wore it on the upper one) because my teeth are far from perfect, but whatever, since they finally freed me from that instrument of torture I was sure I never wanted to have anything to do with it again! // ah, the "I am pleased with how I look"... coming from someone who has been struggling with her body (especially her weight) practically all her life, you know what? I am arriving to a point in which I'm more sure of myself when I say that yes, despite everything I am pleased with how I look after all, not because I was born or grew up to be particularly beautiful, at least... canonically speaking? What is considered canonical anyway? I believe beauty is very subjective and personal in terms of appreciation, and I can only speak according to my own standards of "beauty", which would make me say I'm not really beautiful, but I've been working on myself, I've been dealing with my ups and downs, my satisfaction and my guilt for whatever I have been doing (or not doing) to take care of me, and I'm finding that with time more moments came in which I rooted for and appreciated myself and my appearance more than the ones in which I thought it wasn't worth it and I wasn't doing enough and even if I did, MY enough would never be enough anyway... maybe it was the effort and sacrifices I put myself through, maybe I'm learning to be kinder and less judgemental with the way I criticize what I (or don't) say or do, but I can see I'm doing better, and I know that it doesn't sound forced when I say it and that I want to continue to walk this path! --

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

-- I don't know if I can say that I am artistic, does occasionally making jewellery and accessories and a bit of calligraphy makes me so? 🤷And in all truth I'm not yet able to make them from scratch, so I generally follow others' tutorials, maybe tweaking stuff here and there, but whatever 😅 // So far I know, aside from my mother tongue - Italian - I know English and a bit of Spanish... well, not nearly enough to have a proper conversation I've been studying for not such a long time but I'm starting to understand more the written language and catching up a bit more on the spoken one, but the latter is way harder atm, as with all languages, I suppose... Unfortunately my Babbel subscription (I started learning Spanish there) has expired and prices have increased since last year, so for now I put it on hold, even if I finished the main courses and was going through the ones to expand my vocabulary, and tbh I had half a mind, if I reactivated my subscription, to start learning another language, which would be Portuguese 😊, but I'm not really keen on paying for two languages at the moment, idk... // Well, when I say I can cook without a recipe, let's say they are rather basic dishes and that I do it with recipes I've done over and over, because otherwise I'm rather "maniacal" in following a recipe, and that is true especially with baking, that I really can't do from scratch - maybe it's also because even the baking recipes I do more frequently, like muffins or pancakes, I don't do them often, in any case I would be too scared of forgetting or messing up stuff, so I always need to have written instructions... I would hate to fuck them up, both for my sake and my mother's, since we are the ones enjoying them! 😋 // When I say I enjoy singing, I'm not saying I am good at it, although once some years ago, when i was really in the mood (because I usually sing on my own, I'm still not that comfortable with doing it with other people around) and I started singing along with friends in a car, a friend of mine who a rather trained ear for music said I had a good voice... Anyway, I give my best performances at home with nobody around: I believe my go to songs would be Abba's, or my childhood's anime theme songs (the ones sung in Italian, if you've ever heard of Cristina D'Avena or Giorgio Vanni 😝), but I've even dared to try some Nightwish or Evanescence, even when I'm working out, can you imagine the result (especially when I work out, while concentrating on the lyrics distracts me from the effort of doing an exercise, there is that tiny aspect of keep my breath, which I definitely can't use for both singing and exercising, and sometimes even laughing at myself for even trying and failing both 😂) --

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends// I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

-- I really don't know if during the years I've made some friends online (which would have happened only here on Tumblr, since I didn't meddle with other social networks), there were few people with whom I talked I did consider friends, but I've been so awful at keeping relationships going with my inconstancy and disappearances that I'm aware it's rather difficult to keep up with me and I don't know if those people ever considered me even close to a friend 😔 --

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Summer is my favorite season

-- I'm probably illuding myself but I think I've heard the ocean in a conch shell? I like to think I did, at least 🐚 // something I would like to do is sleeping under the stars and watching the sun rise, especially the second, not that I had many opportunities to do either but I guess what really prevented me so far has been that I'm too lazy and enjoy comfort too much to sleep outside or wake up at ungody hours ah ehm 😅 // the sound of chirping calms me... mh, not really at not even 5 am when I'd like to sleep but it wakes me up, it doesn't 😆 I mean I like it, but I believe not even the birds are chill most of the time (not the ones outside my window for sure), so why would their "chattering" make me calm?! 😝 // I admit I've been enjoying rainy days with moderation more recently, because we have some problems at home with electricity we still haven't figured out (there is likely an exposed cable outside the house which, when there is rain - probably also directed by wind - makes electricity go off) and it's rather annoying since we don't know what exactly causes it yet; not to mention that recently with heavy rain there have been some pretty serious floods in the region and in areas near where we live which were disastrous for some people, towns and infrastructures - they were surely exceptional events but they made me more distrustful towards rain; also yeah, well, surely rain is less bothersome when one's cozy at home and not outside! Let's just say that I mainly enjoy light rain, or better just cloudy days, ok?! // for all reasons above, I couldn't bold the fact that I enjoy thunderstorms, in fact they terrify me, but that was even before recent events tbh // when I was little, while watching the clouds I often enjoyed spnding time to guess what familiar shape they took, it's a fairly common game, one that I sometimes do even now 😊 // I'm not really sure what "paying attention to colours" means, but I do keep an eye on them and their combination, not only while dressing (I'm not a fashionista at all, but I still pay a bit of attention coordinating my outfits, with the little I have), Idk I just really like colours! --

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 cats

-- as long as I feel I'm safe knowing that someone I know is with me and is vigilant, like traveling with me on a train, yep, I believe I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle, I did it in the past after all, in a car with my family even more so, but if I'm on my own there's no chance, I need to be alert at all times, I'd be to anxious for someone to take advantage of my being asleep // I don't think I may have eaten enough of Mexican food to judge it fairly, but so far I liked what I ate, and I read some recipes that seem delicious even if I haven't tried them // if "stick shift" is indeed a car, eh, theoretically I can, but I almost never do it, because the road (mostly other people driving) drives me nuts andupsets me... it's something I'm aware I have to work on, because now I fortunately don't have much need of it, but being able to drive is sadly important, and as much as I don't like it I'll have to learn to be more comfortable with it, sigh // alas, don't ask me how or why, despite all in this world that wants to prove me otherwise and my character and better sense, somehow I still believe in true love, whatever that means (I think how it is perceived is s also rather individual, I have my own definition of it, or how it should be, and I don't consider it exclusive to romantic dynamics btw - friendship is a form of love as well and it can be as powerful and meaningful and worthy of being considered "true love" too, and I will die on that hill // given that my making up scenarios is not relegated just to bedtime, as much as I'd like for them to making me feel more cozy and relaxed and help me distracting from the day to day problems that I can't possibly solve while lying in bed so that my brain would just shut the fuck up and leave me be for few hours please and thank you 🙄, the thing is sometimes I find an idea or scenario that gets me excited enough to keep me wide awake, which is rather counter-productive if you ask me 😅 // I don't actually sing in the shower, not at least while I shower, or at least i do it very rarely, but I occasionally like to sing in my bathroom and shower stall because i like the acoustics in there 😎 --

I'm not tagging anyone (not even sure if people I'd tag would remember me 😅), but if anyone wants to give this a try and let me know feel free to do it!

[fabledoath]

Crash and Burn

Starter for @cursedbluebird

Ashe greatly preferred kitchen duty over the cleanup following lunch. And really, was this even a surprise? It barely felt like work! And he'd get to see everyone's joyful faces after it all. That said, to ensure the dishes are clean wasn't any less important a task. Even if he wouldn't get the instant gratification from it, the student was very well aware that you just can't have one without the other. You clean up now, so you can cook later, and so that people can eat later. Both things are equally important. A clock doesn't work without every cog. So had Ashe's parents taught him when he began helping out at the restaurant, way back when.

So, long story short: someone had to do it. And Ashe wouldn't mind being the one, especially given it was his turn, as established.

Good thing he wasn't alone in this endeavor! Another student was appointed, Marianne von Edmund of the Golden Deer house. Wasn't immediately alarming, she wasn't... the most enthusiastic person, for sure, but from what he'd seen of her, she wasn't one to avoid her duties, so if everything went according to order, they could make each other's load lighter- CRASH!!

... Or that. They could do that.

Following the loud noise back in the kitchen, Ashe bolted straight to the door and opened it as he spoke, before he could see and assess the damage.

"Uh, Marianne? Are you all right??"

[cass1x1]

🎶🐷🍔💘🧐 for marisol, adra, and theresa!

marisol

MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

pop! ballads when she's feeling sappy. but it's genuinely mostly pop because she likes to be happy lol. she likes to have music on but doesn't always put it on herself if that makes sense?

PIG FACE — what is your oc’s favorite animal?

ooof great question. i think she's a pretty big fan of jelly fish! she likes that they mostly just kinda hang out and float and look pretty but that if you touch them the wrong way, they can hurt you.

HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

marisol is certified disaster in the kitchen tbh? she can make a few things well enough to like not starve, but she's mostly pretty hopeless. all things considered, the few things she makes well are more cooked than baked.

HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

oh jeez! i mean jude obviously but like she isn't Ready for that i think she's very grateful for the friends she has made on her own merits because it's weird to her that someone would like her for her. also like...idk she has some expensive things that she has amassed or stole from her past life because she is living in a material world and she is a material girl??? maybe like specifically the first thing she bought with her own wages (a little hair-piece-thingy?)

FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

emotional for sure but in a calculating way? she's a master manipulator when she wants to be and she often wants to be

adra

MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

i think she has an aesthetic that's like very common with a certain KIND of millennial so like hozier, florence and the machine, king princess. she also has an affinity for like...soundtracks with a certain vibe? like the journey soundtrack? she always has background music on when she's working but never when she's out in the forest or anything

PIG FACE — what is your oc’s favorite animal?

real or fictional? fictional, probably like phoenixes or something. real, probably butterflies/moths and deer for sure!

HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

she's okay. not like incredible but if left on her own, she'd eat okay. she likes to bake more than she likes to cook but she's better at cooking than she is at baking.

HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

her sister, her research, and then like the environment in general. probably in that order

FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

logical but with her own weird logic rules. she's not prone to emotional outbursts but her sense of logic is....different than most people, to say the least.

theresa

MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

according to The Lore she's a fan of like top 40 hits from 20 years ago! she likes like sarah bereilles, p!nk, some early emo, stuff like that?

PIG FACE — what is your oc’s favorite animal?

rabbits! she has a rabbit and everything.

HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

she can make Her Foods really well and everything else poorly. as a general rule she is a danger to herself and others in the kitchen but like...she's ok when it's something familiar. she doesn't bake but she wishes she could.

HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

her rabbit. her iPod. idk she's not too attached to material things and she isn't good at building relationships with people

FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

emotional i think! not that she's great at either lol she's a mess i love her

[mdcgifts]

Gifts for women in the UK: 5 essential tips you must before buying one

In the UK, women are known to be very beautiful, especially when wearing a wedding dress. However, there are many gifts that the women in your life will love to receive. Whether it is your mother, sister or wife, you must make sure you have plenty of gift ideas for them. There are so many options for gifts for women in the UK but these 5 essential tips you must before buying one.

Know the age

When buying a gift for your mother, grandmother or even for a friend who is older than you, it is crucial that you know her age. The age of the woman you will buy a gift for will help you know what kind of things she likes and dislikes. If she is older than 35 years, then it means that she already has everything she wanted from childhood till now. So if something special on your mind falls under this category, then choose something according to their expectations rather than yours.

Know their taste and lifestyle.

When shopping for a gift, it is important to know your friend's taste and lifestyle. You should also find out what she likes to do in her free time. What are her hobbies? What are her interests? How old is she? This information will help you choose the right gift for them.

For example, if you know that your friend loves hiking but hates shopping, then don't get her any clothes or accessories related to this sport; instead, buy something that has nothing to do with hiking but can make her feel comfortable when she goes out on walks with other people (like earphones).

Give them something useful.

A useful gift is something that you can use daily. It’s not just a nice bauble or something pretty to look at. If your girlfriend loves her coffee, buy her some really good coffee beans and grind them up! Don’t forget to add some milk and sugar if you know she likes it sweet.

A useful gift will be used and appreciated for many years; an item may have been forgotten until one day when its usefulness arises again (for example: “I forgot that I had this stuff in my kitchen cupboard”).

Gift them related to their interests.

Regarding gifts for women in the UK, you must remember that each woman has her preferences. So if you don't know what your lady loves and dislikes, this might not be the best place to start shopping.

For example: if she loves reading books, then you could get her an e-book reader or a Kindle Fire; if she likes cooking, then there are plenty of kitchen tools available on the market today; if she likes travelling, then go ahead with those travel accessories; if she loves fashion clothes then check out our website where we offer some amazing deals on designer shoes and handbags etcetera.

Keep in mind the budget constraint.

Don't get carried away with the budget. When buying gifts for your loved ones, the budget is very important. It should be reasonable and realistic so that you don't spend more than what is needed or leave something out of the list altogether. If you are planning a big party, then it is better to collect some ideas from other people who have done this before and consult them regarding their experience in terms of choosing gifts for different occasions such as birthdays, anniversaries etc., so as not to repeat any mistakes which might lead up towards making wrong choices while buying presents for loved ones!

The main point here is: do not go overboard on spending money because if there's anything we all know about budgets, then they're never enough! Remember that even though we may have plenty of time available today (or tomorrow), tomorrow won't wait until next week arrives - which means we need our plans on track all along rather than rushing through tasks just once at night before going back home again.

For that matter, you can gift the women in your life with something interesting and useful. A cookbook or a book on baking can be a great choice for women who love to bake their bread and cakes. You can also give them a new gadget like an electronic thermometer for cooking or a gift voucher for getting their hair done at salons in town. If you're looking for something more personal, why not get her an expensive perfume? There are many online and offline stores available where these things are sold at reasonable prices too!

[shortpplfedup]

He/They works in tech but nobody understands exactly what they do. Oozes eleganza. Fucks with gender without even trying, they're just vibing. Always has money. Secretly picks up the brunch tab and always refuses repayment. In a long-term on/off relationship with the Manwhore. Discusses it with no one. Cannot cook, but always chooses the best restaurants and sets a Pinterest-worthy table for every dinner party. Is frenemies with the Fashion Twink, calls him 'drama queen' under their breath after air kissing him and complimenting his outfit. Drives a handpainted classic two-door convertible. Carries a pearl handled .22 and will calmly use it.

Manwhore is a national rep for a mid-range alcohol brand. Is only ever trusted to bring the booze to the gathering. Knows where home is but always follows his dick. Is the main reason He/They and the Fashion Twink low key hate each other. If He/They ever left him he would cease to function. Drives a tricked-out Hummer. Carries a chrome-plated Desert Eagle .50, waves it around a lot.

Daddy works in import/export, whatever that means. Is the only one with an actual house, not an apartment. Always chooses the group vaycay destinations. Everybody in the group is in love with him, but he needs somebody to take care of and scold like a child so he only has eyes for the Hustler. Competent at everything. Drives a luxury sedan but keeps a Maserati in the garage that he takes out on weekends. Carries a Glock .45.

Gay Bestie is the group therapist, mediator and matchmaker. Works an office 9-5. Can cook, but prefers to buy groceries, wash dishes, clean the kitchen and make sure everybody is taken care of. Always brings the board games. Holds everybody's secrets. Is closest to the Undercover Freak because he never judges him. Would make a perfect couple with the Church Gay in an 'I love you but I'm not in love with you' lesbian bed death kind of relationship, but is actually terminally single because he's in love with a toxic trainwreck who's not allowed to come to the gatherings because everybody hates him. Drives a cute yet practical and surprisingly roomy hatchback. Carries a Smith & Wesson .38, unloaded.

Undercover Freak is Assistant Manager of the Year 5 years running for a big box electronics store chain. Has an impressive vintage sex toy collection. Is the best driver of the group but rides a bicycle unless requested for U-haul duty. Is the best cook, hands down. Doesn't speak much so when he does speak everybody shuts up. Wants to absolutely defile the Church Gay, and got him into bed exactly twice before Church Gay got weird about it and stopped coming to the gatherings for a year. Has a go-to safe word that he's never used. Has a black belt in 17 different martial arts. Doesn't carry a weapon. Nobody asks too many questions.

Fashion Twink doesn't work, doesn't need to. Has a harem of admirers all-too willing to spend and not interested in what he does when he's not with them. Calls He/They 'attention whore' under his breath but is low key jealous. Size queen. Didn't sleep with Manwhore but lets He/They think he did. Is closest to the Hustler because he's the only 'fun' one. Can cook but everybody hates asking because he always makes a production of it. Suspended licence, won't take cabs, always needs to be picked up and dropped off. Carries a switchblade.

Hustler has 12 jobs but somehow is always free to hang out. Trained line cook. Moves around a lot. Saved the Fashion Twink from fraud and identity theft three times in the past 5 years. Brat in search of a Daddy. Knows EVERYBODY and has connections EVERYWHERE. Has never paid for a drink in his life. Pansexual. Drives a motorcycle that nobody knows how he paid for. Carries a shiv that you can never see where he pulls it from and a set of brass knuckles.

Church Gay lives with his mom and drives her 1997 Honda Accord which he keeps in pristine condition. Can't really cook but somebody complimented his chili to be polite once so now that's his go-to dish. It's under-salted and has too many tomatoes. Everybody takes it home, puts it in the freezer and throws it out 6 months later. Plays the organ. Was too curious about the Undercover Freak and now he can't see a can opener without having a flashback. Is solid, dependable and sweet but does not make anybody's pants move (except the Undercover Freak, who desperately wants him back). Has a baseball bat and a flare gun in the trunk.

Please give it up for co-contributors @bengiyo and @elnotwoods.

[samwisethewitch]

Earth-Friendly Witchcraft

Whatever religious or spiritual tradition they identify with, most witches agree that there is something sacred about the natural world. We draw our power from the earth beneath our feet, the sky over our heads, and the air in our lungs.

And yet, many of us live in societies that are actively contributing to the destruction of the natural world. Most developed nations have a linear economy, which means resources are extracted and then sent on a one-way trip to consumers who will use them and then throw them away. This leads to overflowing landfills, air and water pollution, and quickly disappearing resources. The World Economic Forum predicts that, if our habits don’t change, there will be more plastic than fish in the ocean by 2050. And I dearly hope that by now we’re all familiar with the reality of climate change and its devastating impact on global ecosystems.

I’m not trying to scare you, but I do want to point out the hypocrisy of drawing power from the Earth in our magic while simultaneously contributing to her destruction. If we truly want to consider ourselves spiritual allies of the planet, we need to make an effort to live our lives — and practice our magic — in ways that are less harmful to her.

You don’t have to become an environmentalist or switch to a zero waste lifestyle, but we can all make little changes for a more sustainable life. There’s lots of information out there about how to live a more Earth-friendly lifestyle, so in this post I’ll be focusing on how to apply that same philosophy to your witchcraft.

Steps to a more Earth-Friendly Practice:

Limiting your consumption will automatically lower your negative impact on the planet. Follow my previous guidelines for avoiding consumerism to start shrinking your carbon footprint.

Avoid plastic as much as possible. According to the WEF, 70% of our plastic ends up in a landfill or in the world’s waterways, and according to Julia Watkins, author of Simply Living Well, only 9% of household plastics get recycled. Plastic (unlike glass and metal) cannot be recycled indefinitely — it can only be recycled a handful of times before it becomes too degraded to be repurposed any further. There really is no way to make plastic safer for the planet, so it’s best to just avoid it altogether. Look for tools made of metal, wood, or glass instead of plastics, and try to order things shipped in paper and cardboard when possible.

Create spells that won’t leave leftovers. One of the big contributing factors to our current environmental crisis is that we just produce too much waste. You can avoid this in your magical practice by crafting spells that won’t leave you throwing away a big ball of candle wax, herbs, and paper. Kitchen magic is a no-brainer for this, since kitchen spells are meant to be eaten. If you want to do a candle spell, use small candles that will burn up completely — I find larger candles are more likely to leave leftover wax. Making magical bath salts is another great option for leftover-free spells — just make sure everything you include is safe to go down the drain and won’t contribute to water pollution!

Forage for your own spell materials. One of the best ways to avoid plastic packaging and cut down on emissions from shipping is to use materials from your backyard! Learn about the plants, animals, and minerals native to your area, and take regular nature walks where you can gather what you need. Remember to only take as much as you need and to be careful never to damage the plants you harvest from. Make sure to carefully disinfect any animals bits you pick up — you can do this by burying them in salt for a full moon cycle and/or setting them in the sun/under a UV light for several days. If you find a dead animal and want to strip and clean its bones for use in ritual, this is a much more involved process and will require special research, equipment, and lots of time. And, of course, never eat anything you have foraged unless you happen to have an advanced degree in botany.

Keep a magical garden. Another great way to connect with the planet and shrink your carbon footprint is to grow your own herbs, vegetables, and fruits. You can, of course, grow food for your kitchen if you have space, but even if you live in a tiny apartment you can grow a handful of magical herbs in pots. For a list of common houseplants and their magical associations, check out this post.

Shop for spell materials at a local farmer’s market. Buying local is a great way to avoid the environmental impact of shipping produce, and it allows you to support small farms. Farmer’s markets also typically carry seasonal produce, which can help you align your magical practice with the cycles of nature. Farmer’s markets are a great way to find seasonal fruits and vegetables for kitchen magic, but you can use the produce you find there for other types of spells as well.

Trade paraffin wax candles for beeswax or soy wax. Paraffin, the material used for most cheap candles, is a by-product of crude oil, which is not only highly unsustainable but contains carcinogens (chemicals that may cause cancer). Beeswax is a sustainable alternative, and beeswax candles produce a “clean” burn, meaning it does not negatively affect air quality. Soy wax is a slightly pricier, vegan-friendly sustainable option that also produces a clean burn.

Use undyed, unbleached paper for your written spells. The bleaches and dyes used in most commercially available paper have a toxic effect on the environment. Colored paper cannot be recycled or composted because it will contaminate everything it touches. Use plain, unbleached paper for your written spells, especially if you plan to bury them in the ground or dispose of them outside.

Make sure your essential oils are ethically harvested. Essential oils are tricky — although they are marketed as natural, many of them are produced through unsustainable methods. Because essential oils are concentrated, it may take thousands of pounds of plants to produce a single pound of oil. This can have a devastating impact, especially for endangered plants like white sage or palo santo. Look for ethically-sourced, wild-harvested essential oils — these are oils that are gathered from the wild in ways that don’t hurt the local ecosystem. Mountain Rose Herbs and Eden’s Garden are two brands that are committed to sustainable essential oil production.

Instead of burying a spell in a jar, bury it in a hollowed-out fruit or vegetable. Many traditions call for spells to be buried in the ground. Items like jar spells and witch bottles are traditionally buried on the witch’s property. The problem with this is that plastic and glass bottles do not biodegrade, and will remain in the ground for years. Instead of putting these materials in the ground, bury your spells in a hollowed-out fruit or vegetable. As a bonus, you can choose this item to support your intention. For example, you might use an apple for a love spell or a spicy pepper for protection. Just make sure everything inside the spell is also biodegradable!

Keep a compost pile as an offering to your local land spirits. Compost is an easy way to reduce food waste, and it gives your garden a boost! Even if you don’t have your own garden, you can give your compost to a fiend who does or look into donating it to a community garden. When composting, it’s important to maintain a balance between carbon-rich “brown” ingredients (leaves, undyed paper, cardboard, etc.) and nitrogen-rich “greens” (fruit and veggie scraps, coffee grounds, egg shells, etc.) — you want about four times as much brown as green in your compost. Start your compost with a layer of brown — preferably twigs or straw to allow good airflow. Alternate layers of green and brown materials as you add to the pile. Every time you add to your compost, verbally express your gratitude to the land spirits. Your compost should be moist, but not soggy — you’ll know it’s ready when it’s dark and crumbly and smells like soil.

Make your own tea blends with loose herbs and a reusable tea strainer instead of buying teabags. Witches and tea go together like peanut butter and chocolate, but the individual wrappers on teabags create a lot of waste. On top of that, since many of these wrappers are dyed, they may not even be recyclable. Keep your teas earth-friendly by buying dried herbs in bulk and blending your own teas. Making your own blends is not only better for the planet, but also allows you to choose each ingredient for a specific magical intention.

Find ways to use your trash in your craft. This one is pretty self-explanatory. Instead of throwing things away, find ways to use them in your magic! Use food scraps from cooking, like carrot greens and potato peels, in spells. Turn an old shoe box into a travel altar. Add your coffee grounds to spells to ground them and manifest results in the physical world. You get the idea. Be creative!

Research different models for Earth-friendly living, like the zero waste/low waste lifestyle, sustainability, and the solarpunk movement. This will give you more ideas for a sustainable lifestyle, as well as a sustainable magical practice.

The funny thing about Earth-friendly living is that, the more time you spend taking care of the planet, the more connected you feel to it. I encourage you to try some of the ideas on this list — you’ll be amazed by how quickly you develop a deeper relationship with the Earth and all her creatures.

Resources:

Of Blood and Bones by Kate Freuler

Simply Living Well by Julia Watkins

“By 2050, there will be more plastic than fish in the world’s oceans, study says” from The Washington Post

A Sustainable Mind podcast

Practical(ly) Zero Waste podcast

[kaeyasaki]

— ❝ HOUSE RULES ❞

miya atsumu x f!reader

after coming back home from an overseas trip, atsumu comes back home to discover that his pretty little wife seems to have let a few certain rules slip, it’s a good thing he’s more than happy to help her revise them. — wc; 4K

thank you so so much @tsumue for beta reading, you helped so much fr hottie <3

dt; @7tsumurai i told you i’d get out a fic im happy with for you when i had more time and here it is, i love you so very much and thank you for everything you’ve done for me, you’re a real life saver and i wouldn’t want anyone other than you as my hot milf mommy <3

warnings; nsfw, unprotected sex, dumbification, rough sex, degradation, slapping, misogynistic behaviour + overstimulation bye i really said i didn’t have it in me

slotting his house key into the lock, atsumu had a content smile gracing his face as the next scene he assumed to be ahead of him was already playing out in his head.

you in a pretty dress he had so graciously bought and maybe even one of those cute frilly aprons he’d insisted upon gifting you. you would drop your cooking utensil immediately upon his arrival and rush over to him to take care of his jacket and bags while chanting about how desperately you missed your dear husband while he was away. atsumu would then shower you with the attention you had been missing out on and he’d have his darling little wife sit on his lap mindlessly chattering about how much she needed him.

atsumu was sure this was what was going to play out before him as soon as he opened the door.

so why the fuck had he opened the door to see otherwise?

his eyes twitched with irritation slightly at the sight of you in sweats on the couch lazily scrolling through your phone, but he refused to throw a fit immediately. he was kind enough to allow you the chance to explain yourself, afterall, he was adamant he was a good husband to you. the best husband to you.

“baby.” his voice rang clearly through the room as your head perked up at the sound of his voice. immediately you smiled upon seeing him as you hopped off the couch and dropped your phone to wander over to him. while you offered atsumu a warm smile, it didn’t seem to be reciprocated as a small but familiar glint in his eye told you enough to know something was off.

“i missed you.” you tried to shake that look from him as you wrapped your arms around his slim torso and inhaled the scent you’d found yourself missing over the week. “yeah?” he questioned as you looked up to meet his still piercing eyes. “of course.” you sighed before burying your face back into his chest for a moment.

for just a second, atsumu forgot why he was even mad. did he even have a right to be mad? he had a nice house, a job he loved and most importantly, the most perfect little wife. but then it all came back to him and the irritation stayed present as he stared down at you wrapped around his body.

the perfect little wife should have her husband’s dinner cooking and ready to be served upon his arrival. the perfect little wife should be dressed appropriately according to her husband's personal preferences which in atsumu’s case, were the dainty little outfits he was constantly having you try on and strut around the house in. the perfect little wife should respond appropriately whilst talking to her husband which for atsumu meant he’d prefer you at least pretend to be a little more mindlessly excited about seeing him again.

maybe you weren’t his perfect little wife anymore, but he could only blame himself. you were just too stupid to think for yourself, how could atsumu blame you for forgetting the rules he has in place if he hadn’t been around to remind you of them this past week? no matter, he’d just have to remind you as many times as it took to get these demands through to that pretty head of yours.

“i think someone’s forgotten a few things since i left.” atsumu stated flatly as you pulled away from him, eyes desperately looking up at him pleading to know where you had fucked up.

“i have?” you questioned, hands tugging at the hem of his jacket a little. you looked down refusing to continue looking at the disappointed expression of the man you loved the most knowing you had caused him to be upset.

atsumu smiled slightly as you slowly began to fall back into your submissive ways as he brought his hand down to hook his fingers under your chin forcing you to look up at him. his eyes were a little softer than before as thoughts of your kind and wonderful husband flooded your senses once more. you felt so terrible upsetting him as soon as he had come home. this was the man who insisted upon giving you anything and everything you ever asked for on a silver platter. he spoiled you to no ends and always pampered you to the point where it was clear you were his brat.

desperately wanting to make up for your out of line behaviour, you pulled the jacket off of atsumu and took his bags from his hand as he hummed in approval. the slightest grain of praise sent your head into turmoil as only thoughts of atsumu were permitted to dance around in there. smiling at him, you turned towards the direction of your bedroom before you were stopped by atsumu’s voice.

“and when you come back, i want to see ya dressed how you know yer meant to be.” you gave him a quick nod as you hurried to your shared bedroom to drop his things and throw on an outfit you knew would be approving of him.

carefully scanning through your choice, you finally decided on wearing a cute little cami mini dress atsumu had bought you a few months back. the soft material stopped at your mid thigh as the short spaghetti straps held the dress up your body as the material tugged around you in all the right places. determined to show atsumu you were extra sorry, you grabbed a delicate apron he had bought you a few weeks beforehand and it was one you were yet to wear. the dainty frills and clean material were tied around your waist as you stared at your reflection back in the mirror.

you had missed atsumu, really, but you had missed this routine more and you were grateful your husband was kind enough to keep you in check whenever you slipped up rather than blow up over it.

you really were a lucky wife.

satisfied with your appearance, you pattered down the stairs to find atsumu leaning against the kitchen counter scanning over the meal you had been cooking prior to his return left cold on the stove. noticing your presence, atsumu smiled at your outfit as he open his arms for you to fall into. “at least you got one thing right.” he sighed as you nodded noting he was referring to the meal you had been preparing just thirty minutes before he had stepped through the door.

pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, atsumu pulled away before tapping your inner thigh making you jolt slightly. “well, get to it, i’ve had a long journey and i’m starvin’.” he sighed, smile still slightly evident on his face.

you nodded and stood over the stove before turning it on. the cooking process was simple, it was practically just a matter of heating the food up as atsumu never required you to do any actual heavy cooking. he’d never dare have you do anything that could potentially callous or wear down your soft hands that he loved having you run all over his body. he only ever put you to a little more work when it came to taking care of certain things. housework and cooking were mundane things he liked to let you get off with lightly. preserving your energy to have you selfishly take care of his personal needs.

two minutes went by before you felt a looming presence behind you. instinctively, you stepped back slightly allowed atsumu to wrap his arms around your waist and press his body up against yours from behind. thumbs traced small circles over the sides of your waist as you tried to keep your focus on the food on the stove careful not to burn it. not that atsumu would particularly care if you did, ordering in was always an option, but he’d always let you have a try and providing for him beforehand.

your head was going light as your husband's hot breath fanned right against your ear as you struggled to keep your focus on the stove. “i’m disappointed.” atsumu sighed lowly sending shivers through your body as he leaned in closer. “i thought i’d taught ya well enough to be able to remember how things work around here.”

your heart tugged at the degrading tone he was using whether it was intentional or not before atsumu continued. “it’s a shame really, i could’ve rewarded ya for being away from me for so long, but now it looks like i’m gonna have to use that time to remind you of a few lessons.” you nodded curtly at the light scolding as your husband's hand dipped between your inner thigh grazing over the pretty panties you found to be increasingly annoying.

thumb tracing the hem of the material, he continued to sigh and mutter small disapprovals of your previous behaviour, but none of the derogatory terms educating nor belittling you, but rather exciting you instead.

you could only hum and nod in agreement at atsumu’s words as the more you gave in, the more he did too. with each acceptance of scolding, your husband would reward you by pressing his fingers a little harsher through your already soaking panties.

“stupid girl,” he muttered up against your ear as your breathing grew slightly ragged. “i thought i taught ya to know better by now.”

his words only worked you up more as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, allowing his teeth to nip at your hot skin. now focusing his attention on your neck, atsumu sucked harshly making sure to leave bruises littered across where he had access to making sure to rebrand you as his own. “tsumu…” you whined as his fingers continued dragging along the soft silk material. “just take them off already.” you whimpered before your husband bit a little harsher causing you to yelp.

“first i come home to ya looking less than presentable and now yer telling me what to do?” your heart hammered at his dark tone as he pulled away momentarily. “baby,” he shook his head. “how could ya give me instructions when ya can’t even follow simple ones yerself.” he sighed as you whispered a quick apology.

his hand pulled away from between your thighs to instead grip the sides of your hips. rough hands running up and down your sides under the pretty dress you’d chosen for him. “let me show ya why i’m in charge around here yeah?” his hips were pressed up behind yours forcing you to feel how pent up he was too. “please.” you whimpered mindlessly grinding against the growing tent in his sweats.

atsumu chuckled before nipping the shell of your ear halting your instinctive movements. “good girl for asking me so nicely.”

with atsumu assaulting your neck once more and further adding to the sensation by pressing up against your clothed clit, all thoughts that weren’t regarding miya atsumu had disintegrated and now your only motive was to make your loving husband proud and take what he was willing to give you.

slowly, your movements grew to become more frantic as his hands stayed firm on your hips as he steadied himself behind you. “oh angel, ya really missed me huh?” he teased while slowing you to rut against him, clothes separating the two of you much to your frustration. you chanted small “uh huh”s as atsumu smiled upon your mindless behaviour. “it’s okay baby, let yer man take care of ya, i’ll make sure ya never forget these little rules again.” you mewled out his name which only delighted him further.

you were just too easy.

“so independent,” he whispered, fingers finally hooking under the hem of the silky undergarments before slowly pulling them down to pool at your ankles below. “it’s my fault, yer too stupid to be left alone for more than a few days right?” you nodded completely missing whatever you were agreeing to as atsumu continued to trace dreadfully slow patterns under your dress.

“it’s okay baby, i know you didn’t mean to make me angry did ya? it’s not yer fault ya can’t think for yerself.” atsumu continued to degrade you to nothing more than a brainless doll as you gave in to his desires completely all while trying to give the heating food on the stove even the slightest grain of attention you could.

fingers pressing onto your aching clit, your husband began to draw rough patterns onto the sensitive area, making sure to get a good feel of just how aroused he made you feel. humming in approval at the short breathy moans that left your throat, atsumu continued to tease you as you melted back into his chest keeping you in place against him and the stove.

“that’s it, good girl.” he praised the moment your legs parted a little wider for him to access. “feel good?” he asked despite the fact he already knew what your answer was. “yes atsumu, feels so good.” you blabbered as he selfishly stole all your focus onto him.

pushing his middle finger inside of you, atsumu’s eyes lit up at the feeling of how tight and wet you were around his finger. while your behavior wasn’t always perfect, your pussy was. he’d always tell you how you were made for him, your mind, body and soul all rightfully his as you always gave into him, atsumu’s grin widened when he felt you clench around his digits, your body already well accustomed to him. just how he’d trained it to be.

it wasn’t long before your husband was kind enough to give you his index finger, thumb ghosting over your clit after every few movements. relishing in the pretty sounds he was drawing out of you, atsumu picked up the pace knowing fully well you were practically teetering on the edge by now. your stuttered breathing, whimpers and pleading of his name were enough of a giveaway to know you were desperate for release, but the setter wasn’t about to give in.

while he had forgiven you a while ago, atsumu had decided that perhaps a little more punishment would really help you remember not to let him come home to anything less than what he expects again as he pulled his fingers out of you immediately after feeling you tense up.

“atsu- why?” you sobbed out frustrated and upset that he’d taken your high away from you. you were the most worked up you’d ever felt at this point and atsumu knew that too hence why he decided that now was the time to have a little bit of fun on his side with you. “i’m still mad ya know.” he cooed mockingly from behind you. “or did ya forget?”

“no, no, i didn’t i’m sorry.” you cried out, tears trickling out your eyes as atsumu stared up at your reflection against the glass panels up against the stove. part of him wished he waited, just to get you in a position where you were facing him, but for now he’d make do as his dick throbbed at the sight of your reflection. upset and ashamed, you stared back into your own reflection meeting your husband's wicked gaze.

“of course ya are.” atsumu hummed, hands temporarily pulling away from you to reach down to his own sweats. “and yer gonna show me how sorry ya are, right?”. pulling down both his sweats and boxers in one go, your breath hitch despite the fact you weren’t facing the terrifying thing. you didn’t need to be looking at it to know what it was capable of. atsumu’s cock was nothing new to you, but everytime you were met with it, atsumu proved himself to be just as relentless as the first time you’d experienced it.

both long and girthy, you were certain miya atsumu was the biggest you’d ever seen and taken, with thick veins running up and down the shaft adding further to the arousal he caused you.

“tsumu…” you breathed out as he pressed the swollen head in line with your entrance. “i’ve already gotten ya ready, don’t be greedy.” he scolded before you could even speak. despite his harsh words though, atsumu was still considerate enough to try and take some of the focus away from any potential pain with his fingers as he let his hand dip back down between your thighs fingers circling your clit gathering any slick he could before smothering it over your pretty pussy which at this point was clenching around nothing much to your demise.

rubbing the head up and down your clit to make access a little easier on the both of you, atsumu pushed into you stretching out your walls as you chanted his name like a mantra. his fingers were a lot different from his cock, as tears were dripping down your face in a mixture of both pleasure and pain all while he allowed you a moment to adjust to the dramatic size difference you had just gotten used to.

lifting the hem of your dress up, atsumu’s mood was left content at seeing your tight pussy struggle to take him all in. he was a proud man, proud of you and proud of his capability to get you like this.

pulling his hand away from your clit now that he’d pushed inside of you, the setter took both his hands to firmly grip on your hips as he began to start thrusting at a slow but steady pace to get you going.

while you thought atsumu was mad at you, he missed you more than anything and while he’d love to pull you away from the hot stove and fuck you over the clean marble counter, he was determined to enjoy the feeling of slowing making you his all over again for now. he’d have all the time in the world to roughly punish you should he ever choose to, but in this moment, he was content with what he was giving you and he was certain his pretty little wife had learnt her lesson.

finally getting you accustomed to the size of him, your cries turned into soft moans as the tip of his cock hit against your cervix sending your head to go blank and your actions to become completely instinctive. the only thing bringing you out of this mindless trance is the feeling of a hard slap to your ass as your head jolts up and you cry out.

“so, are ya really sorry for upsettin’ me?” atsumu challenges, speed continually picking up as your head scrambles to string together some form of answer. you know better than to keep him waiting as you open your mouth to speak, but before you can even try to get any words out, another slap lands just as harshly as the last, the pain mixing in with the pleasure throwing your make do answer out the window as you struggle to reply properly.

“yes tsumu, so sorry- never again.” you weep as the dried tears are replaced with a fresh wave dripping down your face much to atsumu’s satisfaction. “never what again?” he pries further all while slamming his dick in and out of your dripping cunt. “never - shit- never break your rules again.” you plead doing your best to show him just how sorry you really were.

sinking into you completely, atsumu really starts fucking you with the head of his cock hitting your cerfix repeatedly, the smacking of his balls slapping up against your ass mixed with the sound of your dripping hole being used as if it were a fleshlight echo through the room for you to hear.

“tsumu, ‘m sorry, m’ sorry, so- please!” you sob reaching the edge of your high once more feeling desperate for allowance from him this time. “not yet.” he hisses out as his thrust shows no relentlessness. all while you’re trying to hold yourself together, you feel the heat of the stove bring you back to some sort of sense as you make quick work of turning the gas completely off paying no mind to what the state of the food was inside of the pan.

“look up.” he demands, one hand straying from your hips to hook onto your jaw as he forces you to face the glass reflection of yourself being fucked stupid by him. “stupid slut.” he spits out pistoning his cock in and out of you at an unbearable pace. “my stupid slut.” he hisses slamming in and out of you forcing cries and wails out of your throat.

“not a slut.” you whimper out now refusing to take his degrading any longer. “‘m your wife tsumu, your good wife.” you insist, desperate for any form of praise from him. your husband sneers as he holds your jaw in place forcing you to stare at your fucked out expression.

“i don’t want a good wife, i want a perfect wife, ya got that?” he demands squeezing your hip as his own hips move faster than before. tears still streaming down your face from the immense pleasure and frustrations, you nod before mindlessly blabbering out your pleads.

“your perfect wife yeah, wanna be your perfect wife all yours.” you beg hurriedly in fear of him depriving you of your second orgasm of the night.

he liked the sound of that. knowing he had you completely and utterly wrapped around his finger pleased him. your words only affirming this satisfaction as you gave yourself into him completely allowing him the rights of making you his and his alone. it’s like he always told you; you were made for him.

“go on then,” he grunts. “cum for me, pretty girl. now.”

he doesn't have to tell you twice as his hard thrusts pay no mercy to your cute little pussy, you can only think about cumming around him at this very second. the tight coil in your stomach finally allowed to break, your walls spasm around his cock as he continues to pound inside of you all while youre granted the pleasure of finally releasing. the feeling making you see stars, atsumu continues to use your hole as he pleases his only motive now chasing after his own high.

tightening his grip on your hips, he pressed his lips up close to your ear, once again nipping lightly at the shell. “gonna be my perfect wife yeah? yer taking it all for me got it?” he growls as you nod quickly, head still spinning.

“yeah, yeah tsumu, your perfect wife, all yours.” you beg, the overstimulation preventing you from thinking straight.

“that's right, mine, mine, mine.” he finishes forcing his load into your tight hole, his hot cum filling your womb completely. the feeling of him inside of you causes your tongue to drop out as both tears and spit dribble down your face as he continues to ram in and out of you through his orgasm.

finishing, atsumu grunts and pulls out of you, eyes bright seeing your abused hole leak out with his cum. seeing you completely fucked out by him was one of his favourite sights and he was certain he’d never get enough of it.

regardless of his rules and words, atsumu adored you no matter what. but to see you completely ruined by him and him alone, it only made him fall harder knowing you were willing to always take whatever he desired to give you. it made him proud to know he’d cuffed someone so willing for him.

as you catch your breath, atsumu looks over your shoulder that the burnt food you had yet to notice. meeting his gaze, you look down at the contents in the pan and internally cuss yourself out at the mistake. so sure you were getting another scolding, you jolt at the feeling of atsumu’s hand resting on your shoulder.

“yer too cute for cooking anyway.” he mutters allowing you to breathe out relieved. stepping away from you and pulling up his boxers and sweats, atsumu allows himself one more glance at the sight of his cum dribbling down your thighs from behind. smiling to himself, he nods over at the direction of the house phone before heading towards the couch.

“show me you’ve learnt ya lesson and ring up for dinner yeah? maybe then i’ll give ya the reward i was talking about earlier.”

he smiles at the sight of you nodding, your wobbly legs making their way over to the landline to ring up for whatever takeaway came to mind, your husbands load still dripping between your thighs.

miya atsumu was adamant he was a lucky man. he had a nice house, a job he loved and now he was now certain he had the most perfect little wife.

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First sleepover with mick 🥹🥹

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Today is @lickmeleclerc birthday and I asked her to send me 23 requests to celebrate her 23 years. Happy birthday girl!.

You loved Mick. That was a fact. According to your friends, he was “boyfriend shaped” and you couldn’t agree more. It was everything you could wish for and more. However, although you loved him, even you could not spend the night together mainly because he was always on the road and when he was, he had to be in the simulator or you had to wake up early and you preferred not to disturb.

You had been seeing each other formally for a couple of months now, although you had known each other long before that. You had been sick since yesterday and when this morning he had called you; you had fallen asleep after taking something for the fever and you had not seen me. Only an hour later, he was at your door with what he called ‘provisions’ and ready to cook something quick to feed you, even though you weren’t sure if you could eat anything. When you woke up again, you discovered two things, that Corinna had taught him how to feed himself and that he could cook better than you.

You had slept most of the day, but at night, he insisted on sticking around to see how you were doing and in case you needed anything. He offered to sleep on the sofa and even he had offered to sleep on top of the sheets like a gentleman, but you had rejected both options. It made little sense since you guys were together. You had imagined that at least you were going to have sex the first time he stayed over, since every time you had one of you had to run, but at that moment you were too tired to even think about it.

“This is as unsexy as I can get, sorry.” You coughed as he came out of the bathroom in a jogger and t-shirt barefoot.

“Don’t say that, you’re sick,” He replied, sitting on the other side of the bed “Besides, you’re always beautiful, don’t worry”

“Thanks baby, but I’m sure I look terrible”

“You look sick, which makes me worry about you”

“I’m fine. I bet tomorrow I feel better,” you added before he slid in next to you. You turned off the light on the nightstand and he passed you a hand from behind.

“I hope so” Mick rested his head on yours, almost cradling you. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

“Thanks for staying”

“Anytime, babe,” He responded by pushing your back against his chest.