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itzpookiepooh · 3 months ago

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Insomnia

You tossed and turned with your eyes closed, threw the blanket off, put it on, stuck one leg out yet you were still awake. You fluffed the pillows and still nothing. You were on the verge of tears because everything was overwhelming. You shot up throwing the blanket off to get some fresh air. You left Sylus to sleep soundly as you left the room.

You roamed the base mindlessly until you ended up outside. You took a few deep breaths before you spazzed out. You could always buy new pillows and maybe that would help. Maybe a walk would also help, a warm glass of milk? Rain sounds even. You just wanted to sleep you closed your eyes around 3 and woke up at 4, your body felt…frustrated.

A cloud of red and black essence appears in front of you. Sylus tilts his head at you clearly tired and concerned. You look up at him with exhaustion, you feel like you could rip your hair out. He pulls you into him and rubs your back slowly. He knew how hard it was to go to sleep most days especially if you both were apart.

“Come on, I’ll help you sleep.” He whispers to you as you both make your way back inside. He put in a record, no singing just low music. In bed you were still wide awake as he pulled you into him.

His fingers lightly traced patterns into your spine. At first it gave you goosebumps but after a while you felt your eyelids get heavy. Listening to the music mixed with Sylus’ heartbeat did the trick. He kissed you goodnight before falling asleep himself.

You were practically a fish out of water the way you were tossing and turning. You threw the blankets off angrily before storming out of the room still quiet enough not to wake Rafayel. You stood in the shower letting the hot water try and lull you to sleep, nothing. You tried making yourself tired with boring audiobooks, nothing. A list of trial and error, all for you still to be wide awake at 4am. You barely got a wink of sleep.

You took chance to try sitting on the beach, staring off into the sea. You wondered if you got in would it help you. Being swayed by the oceans current like a baby in a cradle. Too bad you were too scared of being in the ocean at night. The thought was still on the table though—at the very end.

You hear footsteps coming towards you. A disheveled Rafayel stood before you. His hair was a mess and he looked panicked and tired at the same time. He thought something happened to you until he had to remind himself of your insomnia. You looked at him sadly, you could feel your eye bags getting worse.

“You could’ve woke me up.” He informs you, sitting next to you. You shrug your shoulders putting your chin on your knee.

“You were sleeping so soundly.” You tell him with a small smile. He puts his head on your shoulder watching the ocean with you.

“You’re important to me and knowing you’re struggling makes me feel like I’m struggling.” He explains to you making you put your head on his.

Rafayel leads you to a hot bath mixed with lavender and melatonin oil. You and him soak in the bath in silence basking in each others presence. Sleep slowly poked at you, wanting to consume you. Rafayel leads you back to bed, morphing himself into you. Before you know it you both are fast asleep as the ocean waves sway in the background.

Zayne slept at a fairly reasonable hour since he was a doctor. Most times your insomnia kept you awake until he went to work and whatever amount of sleep you may have gotten was the sleep you’d deal with for the day. It was exhausting and repetitive, you couldn’t end the cycle. Tonight was no different as you wandered around the house looking for sleep aid.

You use to try sleep medication that was over the counter, eventually you’d have to wait a few days in between before taking them again. Your body would get use to it too quickly. You felt like you had tried everything even listening to any sounds on YouTube to aid sleep. You were desperate to find something, anything to calm your mind.

You were on the couch staring at the ceiling when you could hear Zayne’s padded footsteps. He rubbed his eyes when he finally found you. He knew you struggled to sleep and tried his best to help you. He knew for sure that you would need to have a sleep study done in order to find the issue. That wasn’t happening now though so he needed a solution.

“Come with me. I have something that will help.” His soft voice luring you into the kitchen where he makes you a cup of sleepy time tea. It relaxes your body of course but you needed a bigger push.

Zayne brought you back into the bedroom before he began prepping the room. He sprayed something lavender scented onto the pillows and blankets. He fluffed the pillows and motioned you over. You both got comfortable in each other’s arms, ready for bed. Zayne tells you a sleep inducing story making your eyes grow heavier. When you’re breathing evens out he smiles giving you a good night kiss. He follows right after you and goes to sleep.

Xavier was the sleepiest person you’ve ever met. You were jealous that he could sleep absolutely anywhere. You were staring blankly at the tv, flipping through channels waiting to pass out when you heard him enter the living room. His eyes were droopy and filled with exhaustion. You waved at him and he returns the gesture before standing in front of you.

Xavier may be able to sleep anywhere but not without you. You knew that but you didn’t want to wake him after the day he had. You were yawning but you weren’t tired and you refused to wake him up to help you. You felt it was rude to do so. Xavier on the other hand has told you many times to do so because he doesn’t want you to suffer.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks holding his hand out to yours which you gladly take.

“Nah. You?” He chuckled at the fact you were worried about him at all.

“Not without you.” He tells you. He gets you to sit with him under the stars. He asks you to count them and you slowly begin to get sleepier.

He tells you stories of the planets and stars before you fall asleep on his shoulder. The stories were too good to not listen to and you would ask him about them tomorrow. He chuckles rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. He carries you back to bed and crawls in beside you. He holds you tight as sleep takes over his body and he falls back to sleep.

Not sleeping was driving you up a wall! You tried fake scenarios, counting sheep, focusing on the silence around you but nothing worked! You almost wanted to chop Caleb in his throat for sleeping so well. It wasn’t his fault though, you just couldn’t sleep and felt like you could run a marathon. You left the room and Caleb rose like a bloodhound.

He immediately went to search for you in his groggy state. He found you about to go for a walk to which he stopped you. He felt it was too dangerous to be out there on your own. He knew if you were tired enough you’d sleep anywhere so he came up with a better solution. He sang you a lullaby, specifically the one he made up when you would be scared of the dark when you guys were kids. You felt your eyes get heavy as he rocks you back and forth on the bed.

You blink slowly at him as he smiles down at you. By the time the lullaby is over you’re fast asleep. He rocks you for a few more minutes before he gets you both comfortable to sleep. He smiles at you once more before kissing your nose.

“Mission accomplished.” He whispered before going back to sleep.

I am jealous of those of you that can just go to sleep I wish to not be at war with the sandman.

#pookie n’ lads °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace x reader #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love & deepspace #love and deep space #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnds x reader #l&ds x reader

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caitvi1room · 9 days ago

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distracting much?

18+ men dni minors dni : amab cait , online sex , giving head , cockwarming , slut/whore used , I rushed this im sorry;{

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Your girlfriend was a famous streamer on twitch who went by the name “caitlynkiramman” on twitch , it was just her name but god did she have followers , over 3 million on youtube , instagram twitch etc etc

But her being a streamer meant less time away from you and you ending up touch starved because she would just go straight to bed when she was done because she was way to exhausted to fuck you or even make dinner.

You suggested giving her head under the table multiple times . just so you could feel her – feel her cock down your throat again , one more time but she always let you down because she was whiny , her followers would probably hear her whimpering

But they wouldn't be complaining because mostly all the women who followed caitlyn was because she was attractive , there were even fanfics , tumblr accounts and edits of her and yes to admit it you were really jealous of it., she was your girlfriend not theirs.

But right now she seemed to be more of the damn computer's girlfriend since she spent all her time there.

But today she was playing the famous tlou2 (the last of us 2) for her chat , since she already played tlou 1 that made her blow up , that's how most of her followers had found her.

Starting the day she got up – you were still asleep so she gave you a kiss on the forehead and went into the kitchen , cooking her some eggs and pancakes , eating them quickly she grabbed some snacks , chips , cookies etc

Where the fuck was her water bottle? Oh. you were washing it.

“Goddamit baby”

She looked up – spotting your water bottle and grabbing it. “She wont care..” she mumbled to herself

After she filled the water bottle she went into the room she used for streaming, sitting down in the chair and taking a breath – stretching. She turned on her monitors and her ps5 , started up her streaming service and the last of us part two , she's only ever seen playthroughs so she was happy about this.

She put on her headphones and started her stream off with the same greeting. “Hello guys! How are we doing today? Today we will be playing the last of us part two , as many of you know i did play the first one and that was a – hit.*

Comments started pouring in as usal *emma3359* “i ove your accent and your channel im a big fan!* *londonbon* “i fucking love ellie shes so hot , be perpared to cry though”

“ I'm gonna cry? Why shit dont spoil it for me last time i seen or heard about this it was when it came out and me and my girlfriend watched it together , she cried i dont rember if i did though . no spoilers” she said

“Thank you catlover for the sub! Cool now we are gong to get into the game and as i said before please do not put spoilers in my chat you will be timed out.”

She loads up tlou part two and starting a new game , the first cut scene of joel talking to tommy playing so she decided to answer some comment questions now

*beabaddoobelvr* “how old are you?” *twitchuser83907* “Are you on of? *mamamia” *what's your girlfriend's name?”

*okay – okay jesus fucking christ hold on”

“So to answer the first one i am 23 , no i am not on only fans keep your dick in your pants – or your pussy dry whatever the fuck but my babys name is “y/n”

“Shes a year younger than me uh .. we've been in a relation ship for – oh shit gameplay sorry”

She starts at the beginning of the game . riding the horse as joel and then she gets to the scene where joel goes into Ellie's house , playing the guitar for her

“Jesus christ he turned into like her whole father figure now – thank you pipers for the sub i really appreciate it.”

She went back to gameplay , starting off as ellie and then going to the bar . where ellie talks to seth then goes out the door with jessie talking about stuff – then she was met with dina.

*HOLY SHIT? WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BEAUTY?* she practically scream

*shit .. this is ellies girlfriend? Damn ellie has some good taste oh my gos shes literally so hot id bend her over and eat that shit from the back if she asked.*

*bunny3r78* “caitlyn is extra freaked out oh my god? Shit i wish to be your girlfriend if shes getting that.*

“Okay guys , shut up i am not freaked out and yes my girlfriend gets that.”

She flexs. Jokingly.

“Every..damn night okay not gonna lie i gotta lock the fuck in dude.”

She gets to the patrol part – fucking up with her aim as she gets to the first big part , the shopping center and the whole chat starts flaming her for having the worst aim ever , it was worse than a fucking kids.

“Fuck you all , my aim is not that bad i just am not used to it okay? Damn shut the fuck up.”

Idiot shoots a clicker so the whole infected was on her , oh she was pissed. She was saying fucking cuss words under her breath and how much she hated this damn game already – but she was being loud enough that it woke you up.

You woke up – getting out of bed because of Caitlyn's obnoxious screaming , god she was already streaming at 12pm? Did she like not have a fucking life anymore than streaming oh god you hated this , hated it so fucking much.

She gets to the part of Eugene's hideout, well old hideout , the basement part. and people tell her to get prepared.

“Perpaared for wha– OH MY GOD THEY'RE KISSING holy shit are they fucking?”

Oh god. Oh fuck there was a bulge in her pants already , and to make it even worse you texted her . oh my god it was a picture of you in lingerie.

Honestly , she doesnt know how u ended up like this , under her desk with her pants and boxers down while she was playing the game , but did she care? No. not really but she was getting hard to the point it was starting to hurt because you were teasing , licking just the tip of her long , slick shaft.

You slid your tongue onto the hole on her pretty pink tip , making her groan.

“Fuck! Uh.. sorry guys i um stubbed my– OH!”

You put your head down onto her cock , gagging by accident , oops. You gathered some saliva and spat onto it , grabbing her balls as you deep throated her girthy cock. Making her whimper , but she bit her bottom lip to muffle it.

*o-okay guys we will continue on now! –m-ngh okay! Day one seattle lovely , damn uh.. Rip-fuck! Joel.”

She grabbed her controller shakingly as you grabbed her balls , putting your head all the way down on her cock , running your tongue on her cock , her veins popping out of her cock , oh fuck you were doing it just right.

A little bit of pre-cum came out of the tip of her dick , lifting your head and looking up at her as you spat on your hand rubbing it onto her tip and down onto her shaft , pumping her cock into your hand ,earning a whimper from her making her die.

“Ahh! Shit. i fucking died sorry guys i suck , haha.” she whimpered out.

Your hand started pumping her cock faster , spitting on the tip of her cock again , rubbing your tongue against the hole on her tip , your head going back down her cock as you look up at her – saliva and cum dripping down your chin.

“G–guys i think i need to turn the difficulty down hah- ngh–mmph! Its too hard.”

Pushing your head down you gag once again , saliva running down your china s you grab her balls one more time , veins popping out of her thick long veiny cock , it was obvious she was close just by the way she was biting her pretty little lip.

“Okay guys ,, wow basement part , uh theres alot of infected in here i really hope the gas is in here because uh yeah , for right now i dont really like abby.”

She looks over at the chat.

“Huh? No guys im okay my ankle just.. Really hurt you know? Bloody twisted it yesterday.. Heh.” she mumbled out.

Her orgasm came crashing over her as her thighs twitched and pushed together , her cock staying her as you looked up at her , her looking back down – she got the hint

She covered the camera pretending that you had just came in , sitting on her lap – taking your pants off , along with your navy blue underwear that had just happened to match her hair color pooling down to your ankles

Sitting down on her cock – going in easily because how fucking soaked you were , you fucking slut.

Sitting on her cock you watch her play her game like you werent fucking cockwarming her right now like her little dominant whore.

Elliewlover ; “were you fucking getting head?* H0pe08 ; “holy shit caitlyn is getting action right now.*

Caitlyn looks at the chat and groans , fuck were they catching on? She tried to be as quiet as possible.. Making no noises or face as she came , fuck you and fuck her my god.

*NO! I am not getting head for fucks sake , god ill just fucking end stream , bye guys ill see you tommrow*

And with a click the stream , her computer went black and her microphone went off , letting out a loud moan finally , but you could tell she was fucking flustered.

*ngh– fuck – gonna cum in you baby gonna breed you!* she says ,her voice highpitched , accent deeper.

*you are ? your gonna put a fucking baby in me huh?* you add on , bouncing on her cock with a lewd squelching noise.

Witha final moan she bust a hot loud out of the tip of her cock into your sweet tight pussy , breeding you.

*gonna fuck you so hard next time.*

She says with a defeated sigh , leaning back on her worn put pink gamer chair.

#arcane #league of legends #caitlyn kiramman #wlw #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x you #caitlyn smut #caitlyn master list

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tgirlwithreverb · 2 years ago

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I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

#anyway #not all encompassing or whatever #feel free to add your own tips but ill make fun of you if theyre stupid

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enkays-den · 6 months ago

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Enkay Watches the Imp and Skizz Podcast #127 (featuring @joehills)

First of all, if you are not watching Joe Hills on either youtube or twitch, DO IT!!!! He's streaming pretty much every day and the conversations are always so interesting and he has the best little windows into the workings of Hermitcraft. Folks will pop by and have super interesting conversations with him! He's one of my favorite hermits and I think his unique way of experiencing minecraft, life, and hermitcraft is something that deserves more eyes on it, because I know people are sleeping on him.

First off, THIS is how you show up to the Imp and Skizz Podcast! Classy, on brand, and unique!

I love Impulse's little nest of pillows, he's so cozy nestled in there, holding his mandated amount of water like a security blanket

I love that the reason they wanted Joe on was to talk about the coup SPOILERS: they never even touch on it

joe's dad being a logician makes so much sense tbh

"a creationist universe where god wants you dead and i play minecraft like a greek hero idiot" is such an amazing way to talk about super hostile maps

HOW IS IT THAT JOE AND SKIZZ BOTH HAVE EDGAR ALLEN POE ANECDOTES OFF THE DOME

Joe having his wedding taking place during the recess of a vehicular manslaughter trial feels so strange and yet so Joe

JOE HILLS FULL NAME DROP?????

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOE KING" okay he mentioned on stream that there was a joke that maybe two people would get and I will proudly claim to be one of the two.

"fighting to become an artist" is so validating to Skizz's journey so far. It's gonna be his year anniversary of being a hermit soon and im gonna get emotional about his path this last year

Joe WOULD put on the Scottish Parliament sessions as background noise, love that

"I don't trust any platform with my art. I'm the one that makes the art and the audience is the one that appreciates my art" "I need to be as platform/brand agnostic as possible" "next time Amazon does something terrible to the unions" 👏👏👏

CHEERS REFERENCE, SKIZZ'S SITCOM BRAIN IS ACTIVATED

talking about his streams like a bar and like,,,,, he's so smart about the role of creators and fandom and i just appreciate joe so much

it's funny that they're shocked about the relationships can be formed within fandoms when like,,,,, that's how they met tango

((also if we talk regularly and read this i love you guys <3))

skizz, the worst chat reader ever i love you

i need hermitcraft standup. please. custom texture snowballs as tomatoes or flowers to throw

thinking about a younger skizz using a tape recorder to record his 'genius ideas' and quotes he likes and annoying the crap out of his friends

YES JOE AND SKIZZ TALKING ABOUT THE SCIENCE OF COMEDY AND THE STRUCTURE, THEY'RE SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL DUO

I'm glad that we got to hear Joe's JFK impression

COURT CASE TALK!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Bdubs will only let Doc win if it's funnier for doc to win, because that's how guilty doc was"

Joe quoting Sun Tsu and then going on the stand and said "Your Honor, Your Highness, my client is a baby" in an asymetric star trek dress, that's the Joe Hills Difference

"DELICIOUS" skizz i love how schadenfreude you are

"FIVE DIAMONDS PER F TIER BOOK???" impulse my favorite wet cat

"I'll make one sale every two months" and also implying that the shopping district has property taxes

the delivery on "two. some people say four" was SLICK

TUMBLR MCYT SEXYMAN POLL MENTION

"tumblr defines sexyman to mean 'most bizarre, cryptid, creepy thing' " not wrong there.

"well scar is obviously going to win the sexyman competition"

"once i found out that it's for weird, cryptid energy, I knew "oh nevermind I'm gonna win this"

joe hills is my favorite weird guy and he deserved to win

cleo as our nonbinary icon placing third place in the tumblr sexyman poll

All in all, fantastic podcast, and not long enough imo. I hope Joe gets to be there in person one day like he originally envisioned, and there's just an untapped well of information that could go into future podcasts

Reminder that you should subscribe and follow Joe!

BONUS, edited by me, please credit if you use it, I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE you to use it (original screencap under cut):

#joe hills #hermitcraft #hermitblr #imp and skizz #podcast #imp and skizz podcast #impulsesv #skizzleman #impy #skizz #joehills #joehillsTSD #joe hills the hero of the people no one will ever do it like you #regularly scheduled joe hills propaganda

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realprissygirl · 8 months ago

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a few things i’ve been obsessed with lately

1. body glitter. literally i can’t leave the house lately without making sure my chest, legs and hands shimmer. my fav choice will be my in the stars and into the night glowtions along with my diamond shimmer mists from b&bw. also love that new shimmer pure seduction shimmer body mist from vs.

2. mixed metals. stacking my sterling silver and gold charm bracelets and layering different colored necklaces feels so luxurious to me.

3. champagne gold. refer back to #2. i have a skin tone that looks good with gold and sterling silver. so when recently shopping and trying on tops i fell in love with the shade “gilver”.

4. black satin. buying new sheets and i bought some new black satin pillow cases to compliment my bedroom scheme and it’s such a classy and minimal touch.

5. hyper feminine music videos by black artists. been loving watching mariah carey and toni braxton videos. not to mention lyssithadoll’s check on it by beyonce costume #devoured

6. girly youtube. been binging youtube lately. not just for fun but for inspo. i have a list posted of my fav youtube girlies. been loving maintenance day vlogs and can’t wait to record some.

7. scripting. affirming and listening to subs while writing out my manifestations has been so fun and i’m an actual master manifestor sooo

8. my natural curly hair. sometimes i don’t feel like doing my hair to run out and check off errands. my hair has been in such a beautiful healthy state i literally don’t need any styling products, conditioner, nothing. just edge control and water and i’m out the door.

9. stylist videos. been watching a lot of hair stylists do hair on youtube (about to get a vixen sew in) the art of cosmetology is so prissy and will always be a worthwhile career choice.

10. gratitude and thought reframing. in the past i spent a lot of time complaining and being sad about everything that wasn’t going right for me when i’m literally so fucking blessed. like i have so much to be happy for. also affirming negative thoughts does nothing but make them more valid. i’m glad ive stopped

#❤︎ ྀི˖𓍢ִ໋#certified princess! ❤︎ ྀི #luvs it

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lonniemachin · 11 months ago

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TIME SENSITIVE: GET AHMED AND MARAM TO 30K BY 08/31/2024

At €28,485, we have 11 days left to raise €1,515 for my friends Ahmed and Maram, a Palestinian couple trapped in Gaza with their three small children Habiba (4), Kareem (2), and Muhammad (1). Over the months I've been in contact with Ahmed, I've learned of his family's multiple displacement, moving 11 times between actively dangerous areas, their struggle with hepatitis and malnutrition, and their daily suffering with lack of healthy food, water hygiene products, and a truly safe place to stay. With 3 kids under 5 to raise amidst active genocide, Ahmed and his wife are exhausted, and the kids have had their young childhood ripped away. Their hope is to escape Gaza so that they may raise their children in peace. If the aggression stops, they wish to build a new house and re-establish their lives in their beloved homeland. Either way, they need help.

Please give what you can so that they may reach their short-term goal ASAP. With news that talks to open the Rafah crossing have at least advanced, they must be ready to evacuate with their whole family intact. Using the link above, you can contribute any amount -- nothing is too small to matter. You can also enter my jewelry raffle supporting them and two other families and win some beautiful crystal pieces for the most important cause.

Their campaign is 100% legitimate. They have been vetted by el-shab-hussein, featured in a video by YouTuber Ro Ramdin, and I have personally seen multiple forms of verification, some of which Ahmed has sent to me to give to donors through DM if it would secure their donation. I am in a group chat with he and their beneficiary, who updates us on the movement of all funds.

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urdreamgirlangel · 15 days ago

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Gently Lead Yourself out of a Slump ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Finding yourself in a slump after a productive streak has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. I wrote an entire series in two days, most of it on the first day, and now I feel awful because I pushed myself.

Toxic productivity is more like it. I stayed up longer than I should’ve, and I pushed physical boundaries while others were pushing my mental and emotional boundaries and myself as well. Not a good combination.

Even the simplest things felt like too much. Laundry, replying to people, and talking to people in general. So I wondered what I should do… because I still needed to write, because this is my fun time, my hobby.

Do you actually want to get out of a slump or are you comfortable?

If you read this entire post, save it however and then you’re like, “yep I’m gonna come back to this,” knowing deep down you’re not, there’s your answer. Comfort can be tricky. But if you have goals, you’re going to need to step out of it and choose what you know you should do over than what you’d rather do if it isn’t benefiting you.

Accountability

This is where I take the time to be honest about why I'm feeling this way and I rounded it up to this:

Lack of physical activity

Overuse of my phone

Other people

Poor diet

Myself

Change your perspective - productivity isn’t meant to drain you. If that’s how you see it, no wonder you feel stuck. Think about the life you want, feel into it, and let that lead you. If the destination feels good, the journey should too.

Focus on small wins - watching a video and thinking, “I’m gonna have the perfect routine now— my days are gonna be perfect because I’m gonna follow these steps” is the fastest way to crash again.

Stretch - the most basic, but necessary thing. I want to improve my physical health, but I know that jumping back into working out will do more harm than good, most likely pulling me into a deeper slump.

Youtube’s such a good kickstart for me — I see them doing their thing and I’m instantly up doing mine. Especially Alessya, since she talks mental health too.

Drink water but add electrolytes (which for critical for many bodily functions) to it by incorporating ingredients like sea/himalayan salt, honey, lemon or lime juice, or even drink coconut water if you have it on hand. Magnesium, calcium, potassium & sodium.

Grab a pen and paper or open a blank document and just write - anything at all. Let it out. Then take a moment to clear your physical space. Make your bed, tidy a shelf, sweep or vacuum— whatever helps you create a sense of clarity and calm.

Be intentional - I know I just said to turn your phone off, but if you don’t, at least change what you’re consuming. Play some uplifting music, watch fun or lighthearted YouTube videos, whatever helps. Avoid anything that feels negative, even if it’s meant to be a joke. Just steer clear.

Go outside - feel the ground, the breeze, the sun or moon on your skin. Be here - this moment’s the only one that matters right now.

Challenge yourself. Shake up your routine and build momentum, something small to look forward to. Try a new recipe, draw daily for a few days, or cut your screen time a bit. Little shifts help you feel in control again.

Do something you love - music, sketching, dancing, whatever feels good. It eases pressure, rebuilds energy, and reminds you who you are beyond the moment. I use a dopamine menu and pick something based on my energy: low, medium, or high effort.

Remember the hard part is starting but once you do, everything else flows almost effortlessly <3

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zepskies · 5 months ago

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BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: All right, diving into some muddy waters here...

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: “You Go to My Head” by Tony Bennett

Word Count: 6.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, (technically cheating—it’s complicated), hurt/comfort, and smut.

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Part 3: A Moment

Dean sat with you in silence on the bus. While you were still beautiful in your black dress, hat, and veil, you didn’t have the vivacious spark in your eyes like you did back at the club. There, when he held you in his arms, he earned your breathless, giddy laugh by turning you too many times under his hand.

Now, you looked like you were in mourning. Maybe you were.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You didn’t even raise your gaze as you picked at a stray seam on your dress.

“I don’t think I could eat anything,” you replied.

As if on cue, the thought of food made your stomach percolate, uttering a rumble. You froze. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip in mortification, but you were unable to stop yourself from glancing at Dean.

He cocked a brow at the sound. Then, his lips twitched at a smile.

“I think I know a place,” he said.

You were blushing too hard to argue.

And so, you and Dean got off the bus early. You ended up sitting across from him at a steakhouse. It was nice and quiet. Softer piano music played, and you were perusing the menu, trying not to feel guilty about it.

You had to remind yourself that your husband was betraying your marriage in far worse ways than you right now, and in the grand scheme of things, this was nothing. Dean was just paying you a kindness by taking you out for dinner.

“Get whatever you want,” he said, gesturing towards the menu in your hands.

You gave him a measured look across the table. Sure, he could say that, but you still felt bad. He was a soldier no longer on a soldier’s salary.

So you tried to be discreet while you were eyeing the steak side of the menu. Seeing the state of these prices—more than a little outrageous, in your opinion—you turned to the other side. The server returned to your table shortly after.

“Are we ready to order?” he asked.

Dean gestured for you to go first. You once again glanced down at the tiny printed words next to the fancily scrawled prices, biting at your lower lip.

“I’ll have the roast chicken please,” you said.

Dean rose his brows at you. “You sure that’s what you want?”

“Sure. I’m happy with anything,” you said.

A smile played on his lips. “So you really want to have chicken at a steakhouse?”

His amusement was infectious. You couldn’t help but begin to smile too. He leaned in closer across the table, as if conspiringly.

“I’ll get you whatever you want, and I mean that,” he said. Then, adopting a more joking tone, “I may not have a job lined up yet, but I’m not penniless.”

Your smile fell. “Oh, Dean, I know that—”

“Then order something good,” he said, raising his brows. “I dare ya.”

Your lips began to purse, trying not to succumb to the annoyingly charming gleam in his eyes.

“How about the Salisbury steak?” the server suggested. “It’s very popular right now.”

Dean looked to you for confirmation, again popping his brows in teasing askance. You offered a weary smile of defeat.

He ordered two steaks with all the fixings.

Dean was the more natural improvisor, but Sam had become just as good at finding the right role to play in situations like these. With Michael Milligan and his friends, that role was mostly himself: a bachelor, a businessman, but also being “the new guy in town,” looking for friends and a good time.

So Sam was wearing his newest suit and his best watch—a graduation present from his father—and had made sure he looked sharp before leaving the apartment tonight. Though he undid a couple of buttons on his dress shirt and ran a hand through his hair to tousle it up a little, making himself look casual enough to match these guys.

Seeing the shine on his wrist, Michael was generous enough to invite Sam along when they traveled behind the velvet curtain with Dolores Daye and the Cotton Club’s esteemed host, Brady Johnson.

Johnson. Sam recognized the name with an internal jolt. He’d seen it scrawled in Michael Milligan’s handwriting across several checks, dated between 1944 to 1945.

Brady Johnson had a crooked smile that was supposed to be charming as he led the group into a darker, cozier room. It smelled like the smoke of cigarettes and cigars, coupled with the faint must of perfume and cologne. There were a couple of pool tables, a fully stocked bar, and a big round table where he gestured for them all to sit.

Dolores took a seat right on Michael’s lap. There she gave the man a kiss that likely tickled his tonsils.

Sam pretended to be discreet when he looked away, but really, he was trying to sneak his little Canon camera out of his jacket. He stiffened to attention when Brady slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“What’re you drinkin’, Winchester?” he asked. “Scotch? Whiskey?”

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Sam said, injecting some good humor into his smile.

Brady thought about it, popped a brow, then levied a finger his way. “Damn it, when you’re right. You’re right. I’ll get ya both then.”

He reached out and touched Dolores’s side meaningfully, getting her to stop “greeting” Michael and detach from his face.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you get our guests something to drink, huh? Then you can go back to making Michael here feel comfortable,” Brady said, slapping a congenial hand on Michael’s back.

Dolores gave Brady an easy smile and practically hopped out of Michael’s lap with a graceful two-step. She caressed his face as she made her way around his back and away, heading towards the bar. Michael followed the careening path of her hand as she half-turned his head, and he shot her a wink. She giggled indulgently, making him smile.

Then he turned his attention to the game of poker at hand. One of the other men was dealing the cards. Sam glanced at his hand before he looked over at Michael. Specifically, Sam noticed the gold band on the man’s left ring finger.

Michael seemed to feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he followed the path of Sam’s gaze. Michael flexed his hand and tucked it into his pocket.

“So Sam, what’s your poison?” he asked.

“I’m a whiskey guy, I guess,” Sam said, glancing around the room. There was probably an exit out back, but otherwise, the place was secluded and well-contained. So far he didn’t notice any other back rooms, besides a door to what was probably a dressing room. Michael had probably gotten that tour a time or two.

“This is a nice place,” Sam remarked, offering Dolores a polite smile when she set down a fifth of scotch in front of him. She gave him a charming wink before she served Michael his whiskey on the rocks next.

“I don’t come here all that often,” Michael said, adding a quirking grin. “Just on payday.”

The men shared a chuckle. Sam’s gaze was a hint sharper.

“Well, the drinks are good. I imagine the company’s better,” he said, his brows raising slightly when Dolores passed by to serve one of the other men a drink. Michael cocked a finger at him, congenial, but still warning.

“Yep, she’s a sweet one, all right. Sweet for me,” he said, grinning.

Sam nodded in understanding.

“I get it. She’s happily occupied,” he said, though he casually gestured to Michael’s left hand when he used it to bring his drink up to his lips. “Sorry for your loss.”

Michael gave him a look of confusion while he sipped, but when he noticed Sam pointing at his wedding ring, he had to pause and clear his throat.

“Excuse me?” he said.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I assumed you were a widower,” Sam said. He quirked a smile and sipped at his own drink.

Michael hesitated. He rubbed at his left ring finger, over the shining band.

“Yeah, well, sometimes I forget that myself,” he said. His blue eyes dimmed. “It, uh…hasn’t been all that long since she passed.”

Sam almost shook his head. If the man was going to lie, he could at least put some effort into it. He was beginning to understand your pain even better than ever.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” Sam offered.

Michael smiled tightly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“All right, we good?” Brady said, now that the cards were dealt. Dolores came back over to sit on Michael’s lap. Sam didn’t get out his camera just yet; the position was incriminating, but not hard proof of an affair. He’d have to wait for a better opportunity.

“Who’s betting first?” he asked.

After the meal, you realized you weren’t quite ready to go home, despite the late hour of the night. Picking up on your reluctance, Dean suggested taking a walk. You held onto his offered arm and led him a couple blocks away to Central Park. You guided him through the walkways you almost knew by heart, even in the shrouded dark of the night.

You were beginning to feel an odd prickle zip across your skin. Deep down, you knew you walked on a thin edge teetering between right and wrong.

He’s just being kind, you rationalized. You were battered enough inside to crave his kindness, more than you would’ve ever liked to admit.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you said, “and for staying out with me. I just…didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment.”

Dean’s lips twitched up at one side, ruefully. “I kinda know what you mean. We could, uh…catch a picture show or something.”

“Oh no, Dean. It’s all right. Far too late for that,” you said, releasing his arm to wave a dismissive hand. Really, you just wanted to dispel the idea of him treating you to anything more tonight. By the way he was as dinner, you just knew that he wouldn’t allow you to pay for your own ticket to see a show. Nor did you want to eat into his pockets anymore.

Your hands were gathered in front of you now as you walked, holding your purse. A cold rush of wind pushed at you both from behind. It popped up the collar of your winter coat. Dean fixed it for you, laying it back down above your shoulders. You murmured your thanks again as you felt the brush of his fingers across your back and shoulders.

Afterwards, he slid his hands back into his coat pockets. He looked up at the tall trees and nicely trimmed bushes, their little red flowers having opened up.

“This is the only part of the city worth seeing,” he remarked, knocking a small rock ahead of him with his foot.

You turned to him with a frown. “Come on, now. There are a lot of interesting things in the city. There’s the Statue of Liberty and Rockefeller Center, not to mention museums, restaurants, Radio City, plays, and movies too, remember?”

“Okay, aside from Radio City and a couple of old buildings, we’ve got all that back home too,” he said, with a cutting motion of his hand.

“Has Sam shown you everything? Or have you been exploring on your own?” you asked. The question was a bit deceptive though. In your mind, you were thinking of what Sam had told you…

He’s not usually wanting for company.

“On my own, for the most part,” Dean replied. “Sam’s been hard at work. A bit too busy for his hanger-on older brother.”

You looked over at him with furrowed brows. “Dean, I doubt he sees it that way.”

The man shook his head. “Look, I’m…I’m proud of him, don’t get me wrong. He’s trying to build something for himself, and that takes time and a lotta work. He’s created a life here. I’m just trying to catch up, I guess.”

You considered Dean for a moment. Like you, he seemed to be at a crossroads.

“What was it like for you two, growing up? You’re from Kansas, aren’t you?” you asked.

He nodded. He hesitated, but he surprised you by opening up a little, telling you more about his life before the war. It was always before and after. You knew it always would be.

You learned that his mother passed away when he was young, rather tragically due to an illness that came on suddenly and swiftly. He still remembered the deep blue of her eyes, her blonde hair. But most of all, he remembered her voice, kind and pretty when she sang to him until he fell asleep.

John, his father, had become a harder man after her death. Quieter, and stoic. Dean hardly remembered him without a glass of liquor in his hand after that. John had been a factory worker before he enlisted in the Navy. He died a decade later at Pearl Harbor, during the war.

That news came through with a military officer knocking at the front door of their family home. Dean answered it, and so that news hit him first. Afterwards, he had to sit his younger brother down and tell him.

That afternoon, both of them enlisted.

Dean told the story matter-of-factly, but you felt and saw the emotions hidden behind his eyes. You saw the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, both as an older brother, and as the eldest son. You had to quickly swipe away a tear before he turned your way. He offered a small smile.

“Ah…enough about all that. What about you?” he asked. “How’d you grow up?”

You took a steadying breath, and you told him.

“Well, I’m from a small town in South Dakota. Sioux Falls,” you said. “Mom’s a schoolteacher. Dad works in a steel mill, and my Uncle Bobby owns an automotive towing company there.”

“Well, that’s a decent job,” Dean said.

“Have you thought about what you want to do?” you asked. He nodded, and the two of you stopped to sit together on a bench in the park. You had a view of tall skyscrapers like Empire State in the distance, and the night sky above the arching trees.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” he said, carding a hand through his hair absently. “Like, uh, talking about cars, I’ve always liked them. The hum of a good engine. My dad could hear a car running from a block away, and he could tell you what was wrong with it, just by the sound of it.”

He punctuated his words with a sweeping gesture of his hand. You could imagine a road laid across the path of it, along with a rumbling car and his father’s perceptive, judging eye.

“Heh, matter of fact, we used to take his old Chevy apart, put it back together again,” said Dean, smiling a little. “I like working with my hands, I guess.”

You admired his hands as they rested casually in his lap. They were larger than yours, with long fingers. His hands look strong and capable like the rest of him, even though they were always considerate when they touched you.

“Then you should do something you like doing,” you said. “Fixing cars! That’s good, honest work you can make a living out of.”

Dean looked over at you. “You think so?”

You nodded your encouragement, smiling bright. “I know so. You might be a bit of a flirt, but you also look like someone who can accomplish whatever you set your mind to.”

When those words slipped free from your mouth, you realized how he might take that little accusation, let alone how overeager you sounded. Your gaze fell away from him as you felt your face getting warm in a blush.

Dean’s smile widened, showing teeth. “I’m a flirt, huh?”

“Well…” You bit the inside of your lip and tried your hardest not to look at him for a while. “At least you’re an honest one.”

Dean laughed freely at that. He wasn’t offended, just amused at the way you got embarrassed, even though you didn’t take it back just to save face.

He appreciated your support and the way you talked, straightforward and earnest. There was nothing frivolous about you. You meant every word you said, and you said it with conviction.

“Do you enjoy your work then?” he asked. You dimmed a little.

“Well, I’m a secretary. I work in an office,” you said, chuckling slightly. “Nothing exciting there.”

“You mean, compared to being an army nurse,” Dean pointed out.

You nodded begrudgingly. He saw through you too well.

“It was never boring,” you joked, even if it was a weak one.

A sigh escaped you. The truth was, you saw things on the battlefield that revived behind your eyelids every time you went to sleep. It kept you up some nights, and it made it incredibly difficult to sleep alone. Sometimes you’d craved Michael’s arms around you, even if he was too deep in sleep from being drunk the night before. Sometimes it was too hard to be alone all night in your bed, even if you wanted to be.

“That’s how Michael and I met,” you confessed. “I was trying to stitch him up after his plane was shot down. He was lucky to be alive, frankly. Had a nasty head wound. I also helped the doctor set his shoulder, horribly dislocated…”

You two fell in love in that one month you were stationed in the same town together, where France was falling apart. The combined forces of French, British, and American units were able to finally liberate Paris from being occupied. Michael was honorably discharged due to the wounds he’d sustained there.

The next time you and Michael had shore leave at the same time, you got married here in New York City: October 10, 1944.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you were my nurse,” Dean said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You sent him a wry, sidelong smile.

“You can’t help yourself from flirting, can you?” you quipped.

The way he waggled his brows made you laugh, and then duck your blushing face. He was too much.

“I’m serious though,” he claimed. One of his hands went to his right shoulder. “I’ve still got a twinge over here. Think I tore some kind of muscle from hauling ammunition, but it never really healed right.”

Your head tilted in concern. The nurse in you couldn’t help it. You turned to him more fully on the bench.

“That shoulder?” You pointed at his right one. Dean nodded. You got up and moved to his other side, and he made room for you on the bench.

“Can you peel back your jacket for me?” you asked.

“Not a problem,” he said, with a note of sensuous teasing in his voice that you chose to ignore. He revealed his white dress shirt, black waistcoat and brown leather suspenders. That was a familiar sight, but you tried to ignore the feeling of defined male muscle underneath your hands, instead focusing on finding the problem. You knew you struck it when Dean flinched, uttering a reflexive grunt of pain.

You murmured an apology, massaging the spot of muscle deep in the joint of his shoulder through his clothing. A fellow nurse with more experience in the medical field had taught you about each muscle in the body, and how to relieve tension around scar tissue. After a while, the stiffness in Dean’s frame began to relax. His neck lolled to one side as he groaned in relief.

Then he chuckled. “You some kind of miracle woman?”

“I might be,” you said. The corners of your mouth inched upwards.

When he was fully relaxed, you stopped your ministrations and let your hands fall away from his shoulder. Dean stood up from the bench along with you, yanking his jacket back on. Soon it was the two of you standing together in near darkness.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Feels much better already,” he said. There was something warm, and a hint gentler in his voice. Even he realized it afterwards, not knowing quite how to feel about it…until you looked up at him with that smile. His heart thudded a bit harder in his chest.

“What should I charge for a miracle?” you asked.

Dean pretended to think, humming in consideration. He knew what he wanted to give you in exchange, but he settled for something more gentlemanly.

“How about you let me take you home?” he offered.

You nodded. “That works for me.”

You continued walking with Dean through the park back to the entrance, with only a few scattered lampposts and the stars above to light your path.

Once again, you and Dean made it to the front porch of your apartment building. Despite your better judgment, you invited him in for a night cap and a snack. To be fair, he would have a long way home. You just wanted to repay him at least a little bit for his kindness.

He followed you up the stairs to the second floor, Unit 21B. Inside was a modest, cozy living room, a hall leading to the kitchen, and further down, the bedroom. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat beside him on the couch.

“Didn’t take you for a whiskey girl,” Dean remarked.

“Yes, well, it’s one of those nights, I guess,” you said. You didn’t quite smile as you took a small sip.

By now it was past midnight. You wondered if your husband didn’t intend to come home until the morning. It had happened before, but it still made you so very angry now that you’d seen it with your own eyes. You drowned out that sick feeling with more whiskey and conversation.

Within the hour, you and Dean had nearly polished off the bottle. You were more than a little tipsy.

You laughed a bit harder than you should’ve at Dean’s stories, but he liked the sound of your laughter and the way you were letting loose around him. It was the first time he’d seen you smile so much, and it was a good look on you. He was glad to be able to get that out of you.

“I almost missed my own birthday party when I was ten,” he said, laughing a little. He was spurred on by your infectious grin. “Sam and I, we got it into our heads to jump off the roof of the shed out back. See, I had a towel tied around my neck.”

“A cape,” you giggled.

Dean pointed a finger at you. “Exactly. So I can fly.”

You shook your head. “Naturally.” You could imagine him as a precocious child, with ruddy cheeks and small freckles spread across them.

“My brother had a ‘cape’ too, but he was a skinny kid at six years old. Small for his age for a long time, if you can believe it.”

“A-huh…”

“Well, I jump off first, and I manage stick the landing, just shaking a little when my boots hit the ground,” Dean said, making a show of wobbling his legs a little. It looked odd while sitting on the couch, but you could imagine it so clearly, it made you smile harder.

“Sammy, not so much. Poor kid broke his arm,” he said.

Your smile dropped.

“No,” you gasped, a hand flying to your mouth.

Dean nodded. “I had to take him to the clinic on my bike. He rode on my handlebars all the way there. We agreed not to say a word to our dad, you know, but of course, it’s kinda hard to hide sling.”

“What did he do?”

“He took one look at us, at me. Mom was fretting over Sam, and Dad just shook his head.”

“Was he mad?”

“Of course he was, but at least he never took it out on us. Not with his hands, at least. He cussed up a storm about us damn kids and had to walk it off.” Dean chuckled and swiped a hand through his hair. “That was some birthday.”

You erupted into more giggles. He smirked at you, but it slowly faded.

“You know where I was on my last birthday?” he asked.

You sobered along with him, sensing his tone.

It took him a moment to continue. He didn’t know why he started to open his mouth about this. After he set foot in his house again after the war, he resolved to leave all that behind him, try not to think about it or talk about it, if he could help it. But after what you’d told him, he thought you might understand.

“I was in Eastern Europe. Knees deep in snow and blood in the Ardennes, caught somewhere between Belgium and uh…Luxemburg, they told us. The weather was sh…it was terrible,” he corrected himself before he caught himself saying something too vulgar. It had been a while since he’d had to watch his mouth around a lady, even though he had a feeling you’d heard it all in the crumbled depths of France.

“But it finally let up enough that we could start fighting back for real,” he continued. “It was grueling. A knockout, drag out dog fight in the worst cold I’d ever been through in my life…”

You listened to the rest of his story with rapt attention, your chin held in hand as you leaned against the back of the sofa. Not only did you like the sound of his deep voice washing over you, but you realized that he was trusting you with something; with a part of himself.

When his story was done, he seemed to be reliving it all in his mind. His gaze was far away. You rested a hand on his arm to let him know that you had listened, that you had heard him, and that he wasn’t alone. He’d taken his coat off long ago, so you felt the warmth of him under the fabric of his rolled up dress shirt.

Dean came back to himself. He looked at you and grasped your arm back in thanks. But that small connection slowly began to change into something else. His hand slid up your bare arm, over the black sleeve, and across the neckline of your dress. He leaned in closer.

He smelled good, of a woodsy cologne and of spicy whiskey. He was sporting a couple days’ worth of stubble, but as you took in his face, you realized that it looked good on him. You’d only ever been taken with clean-shaven men before. This man, however, was continuing to be a pleasant surprise.

Dean cradled your cheek in his hand. You allowed him to draw even closer. You subconsciously leaned forward yourself, until his plush lips were one warm breath away from yours.

Dean held himself back though. He knew there were more things muddling your mind than the whiskey. But you held his hand to your cheek so he wouldn’t let you go just yet. You tried your best to blink back the sting of tears.

“Please,” you whispered. You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for. At the very least, you knew you couldn’t stomach another rejection. “At the risk of sounding entirely brazen…please, don’t kick me while I’m down.”

Dean sighed. His stomach twisted in both conflict and desire. He soothed his thumb across your soft cheek.

“Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to kiss you. Believe me,” he said. His voice was low with grit and tinged with longing. “But I gotta wonder if this is really what you want.”

Your mouth trembled. Your heart was battered and frayed, your mind spinning with this isn't right. And yet, you had a fire in your belly, familiar, though you hadn't felt it in so very long. It churned a heady blaze when you stared into his eyes. Something compelled you to reach out and touch his lips with gentle fingertips.

“He doesn’t…touch me anymore,” you confessed, swallowing. “It used to be, whenever we passed each other in the house, it was a touch. A moment.”

Your hand ghosted over Dean’s chin, down his neck, and shoulder, and down his chest over wrinkled fabric and buttons. He had to try and calm down his own breathing, the heavy patter of his own heart in response to your touch.

“Like I had an anchor, reminding me that I was loved, and that mine was appreciated,” you said. Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “But now it’s…it’s rushed. Everything is rushed, and distant, and forgetful. That’s if it happens at all. No matter how much I work at my job, and cook, and clean, and take care of him, it isn’t enough. He’s not the man I thought I knew. That’s what hurts the most.”

Dean’s heart clenched under your palm. He was angry for you. He was sad for you. But most of all, he was starting to hate the thought of you sharing the same bed with that man, being touched by him, and worst of all, him taking from you without satisfying you.

“Rushed, huh?” Dean asked, his fingers curling to brush against your jawline. You nodded. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and he raised his brows. “Everything?”

Your watery eyes met his as you bit your lip. You released it with a trembling breath.

“Everything,” you said.

Dean couldn’t help but treat you gently, drying your tears and kissing your cheek. He hadn’t known you long, but he knew you didn’t deserve what you were going through. He saw that you weren’t just pretty. You weren’t just tenacious and headstrong. You had a soft heart behind that iron wall.

So he took your chin and guided you to his lips, and into his kiss. You inhaled in a sharp breath, but you soon melted into him with a faint moan. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, this time a firmer touch.

You matched his intensity and gripped the front of his shirt for balance, especially as his hand began to slide down your arm and around your waist. He pressed at the small of your back, bringing you flush against his chest. You had no choice but to take his face in your hands and meet his seeking tongue with your own.

A groan sounded in the back of his throat at your eagerness. He pushed you down to the end of the couch, where you laid on a few throw pillows. There he found his way between your legs and took your heels off, one by one.

Then his touch was heavy and warm across your hip, running down your thigh. After a while, he veered away from your lips to kiss his way down your neck. It earned your shallowing breath. Your hands roamed his shoulders, slipping down his back as far as you could reach. You wanted to feel more of him.

And the feeling was mutual. His kisses blazed a path along your collarbone and between your breasts, dipping below the neckline of your dress. His hand came up to gently palm one of your breasts, thumbing at your nipple hardening under the fabric. You whimpered, clinging to him tighter.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his own breathing labored as well.

“You are touching me,” you whispered.

“You know what I mean, baby,” he said. For a moment his usual grin took over his features, but he leaned up to steal a kiss, nice and slow. “Want to make you feel good. Give you something to remember me by.”

You found yourself nodding and uttering a broken moan. It almost didn’t matter to you what he meant. His hands and the weight of his body on top of you felt so very good, you would take whatever he wanted to give you.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand slipping upwards along your inner thigh. His thumb brushed between your legs, across the dampened fabric of your underwear. You whimpered, nodding again.

Dean reassured you with a kiss. Then he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pantyhose, along with the silk and lace covering you underneath. He slid them down carefully, as not to rip anything (even though he’d like nothing more).

When it all bunched around your ankles, you kicked the rest of it off. The wad of sheer fabric and satin panties fell across the coffee table, over the forgotten drinking glasses. You giggled against his lips. Dean smiled too, though he gently nipped your lower lip to keep your attention. Your fingers curled up into his hair, nails grazing his scalp. The sensation made a shudder run down his spine.

He decided to return the favor, now that he was able to feel your bare thigh under his hand. He stroked your skin while he waylaid you with deeper, sloppier kisses. But all the while, his hand slid higher, closer to your throbbing core.

Finally, his fingers brushed between your legs against the bare seam of your sex. You inhaled sharply against his mouth. “Dean…”

“I gotcha, sweetheart. Promise,” he said, just a whisper of his lips with yours.

Two of his fingers slipped inside you first. You were already wet and pulsing around them when they sunk into your heat. You whimpered in his ear, especially as his fingers began to explore you, working you open, and curling upward against the most sensitive of places within your inner walls. You cried out gratefully, clenching a hand in his hair. Your core was already beginning to flutter around his fingers.

“Hmm, right there, huh?” Dean said. His voice was a bit rough; his own desire was straining in his pants, begging to be touched, but he was focusing all his efforts on you. He wanted to see you come apart, hear you gasping his name like it was the only thing you were able to remember.

His thumb began to massage tight circles over that small, sensitive bud above your entrance. You moaned and writhed against his hand. Your voice in his ear was heaven, especially when he got what he wanted. A few more deliberate strokes deep inside, and you were gripping him tight, throbbing from the inside, and coming all over his hand. He felt the rush of wetness, but he still kept pulsing his fingers inside your quivering walls, drawing out your release.

You cried out his name and fairly trembled against him. Your lower belly clenched as another wave hit you, making your inner walls flutter tightly around his fingers again.

His heart was beating as fast as yours when it all finally subsided. You fell back against the pillows, gasping for breath. Dean raised his glistening fingers up to your mouth. You were shocked to see the evidence of your own release there.

He pressed the pads of his fingers to your lips. It was downright obscene, but you gave into the urge to slide your lips over his fingers, tasting yourself when you sucked around his digits.

Dean’s green eyes were dark with arousal and satisfaction as he watched you. Feeling your tongue around his fingers made him imagine another use for your pretty mouth, making his cock throb in the confines of his slacks. But for now, it was enough to see the remnants of your lipstick come off on his mostly clean fingers.

He licked off the rest from his fingers himself, then bowed his head to kiss you thoroughly. Your hands began to explore him, the expanse of his chest over his shirt, and traveling down, below the belt. Dean slowed the pace of things, grabbing one of your hands.

You frowned in confusion. “You don’t want me to return the favor?”

Dean groaned, and he chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your hand.

“I’d go for that in a heartbeat, I really would. But tonight’s about you, sweetheart,” he said.

What was more, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You’d had quite a lot to drink. You both had.

But I want to do this right.

That thought stopped him for sure. It surprised him, even if it was the truth. He just didn’t want to examine it too closely just yet.

He swore you looked disappointed though. It was even more difficult to make his arousal subside. He took in a deep breath, clearing his throat as he shifted off of you. He helped you tug your dress back down your thighs and tried thinking of anything that might help him calm down.

Picturing that time he accidentally walked in on his father in the bath ultimately did the trick, accompanied by a small body shudder.

“Are you cold?” you asked, rubbing his arm.

“No, I’m just fine,” Dean replied. He gave you a smile and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear. “You feel okay?”

Your smile was more demure, almost shy. If he were a betting man, he’d say you were blushing.

“More than okay,” you murmured.

He chuckled and swiped his thumb across the apple of your warm cheek.

With a more genuine smile, you leaned up and checked your watch resting on the coffee table. Your eyes widened.

“Michael could be coming home any moment,” you said.

The thought rekindled the wellspring Dean’s anger. His brows furrowed with a frown. He’d like to be here when Michael came home. Maybe Dean would get the chance to sort the man out, get one or two good hits in.

Instead, he let out a heavy breath. He got up and allowed you to walk him to the door, where he grabbed his coat and straightened up his clothes. He paused at the door when he glanced back at you.

You looked too damn much. Your lips kiss-swollen, your dress sleeves hanging further off your shoulders, your hair a tousled mess. He slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you back in for a kiss goodbye. You breathed in, then you melted into him, your fingers slipping through his hair. That kiss was everything.

However, like this night, it had to come to an end. You pulled away first, slowly. You touched his chin with gentle fingers.

“Go,” you whispered, “before I lose myself.”

Dean chuckled. “You took the words right outta my mouth, sweetheart.”

He forced himself to break away from you and step out of the apartment. Releasing a sigh, you shut the door behind him.

AN: Okay, you're probably having mixed feelings lol. I don't blame you! Honestly, I'm not advocating cheating here (even if we think Michael deserves it). It's just an added layer of complexity to the story in this case. 😬 Get ready for more of that in Part 4, where we catch Sam's side of things...

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“Well, you could say I’ve inherited a business of my own,” he said. “I run a meat packing plant down in the district.”

Sam’s attention piqued. There had been a meat rationing throughout the war, even some rumors and propaganda about “meatleggers,” black market operators.

“How’s it been with the rations?” Sam asked. “Been hard to even find a good carton of eggs lately.”

Michael gave him a slight smile. “Been on the turnaround, actually. I’ve been able to make some connections with vendors outside the city. A little grease on the palms makes a little go a long way, if you catch my drift.”

Sam slowly nodded. A little grease on the palms, huh?

“Do what you gotta do in the times, ‘s what I say,” Sam agreed.

Michael snorted. “Now you’re talkin’. That’s all we can do, you know. Try to make a thing work, with whatever scraps we get. Try to stay afloat.”

“Try to stay alive,” Sam rejoined.

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fleurfiles · 2 months ago

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Hi! I’m not sure if your requests are open, but if so, I have a cute, fluffy idea.

Billie x Black!reader with Billie researching and learning how to take care of and do her daughter’s hair. She’s watching tutorials, reading articles, and trying things out on fake mannequin heads. Maybe you could include a 5 + 1 scenario where Billie tries and fails to do a hairstyle on her daughter’s hair, and finally, there’s one time when she’s successful.

the four times billie tried to do your daughter's hair, and the one she succeeded

contents. mom!wife!billie eilish 𝑥 mom!wife!black reader. fluff/slice of life. one swear.

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gabi's quick thoughts. so i realized right before i posted this that you wanted 5 and i only have 4, im sorry :( but i hope you still like it + this prompt is so adorable gahh. thank you for the request !!

1. the first time

billie’s standing in the middle of the bathroom with five products in her hands, yet she hasn’t a single clue what any of them are for.

curl custard. leave-in. detangler spray. oil. cream?

she vaguely remembers you telling her something about the lco method— liquid first, followed by cream and oil. but you also said that it depended on hair porosity, which she didn’t even know was a thing to begin with.

her brow furrows. “baby,” she calls, not for your daughter, celeste, but for you, voice echoing down the hallway like a white flag, “what order does all this go in again?”

you peek in the doorway with a smile and no real intention of helping. billie had insisted on learning how to do your daughter’s hair, only asking you to help her when needed, and you knew that this was just another opportunity for her learn. “read the labels, honey.”

“i did read the labels,” she grumbles, holding up one bottle like it personally betrayed her. “they all say to use them together. it’s not saying anything about an order.”

she ends up putting too much gel and not enough leave-in, and your daughter’s little coils are crunchy for the rest of the day, which, she had a little fit about layer.

but billie tries, and that’s really all that you could ask for— and celeste still says “thank you, mama,” with a lisp and a toothless grin, and that’s enough to make billie want to try again.

2. the mannequin

you catch her late at night in the kitchen, way past everyone’s bedtime.

you had initially gotten up for a glass of water when you found billie sitting at the island, focus written all over her visage. she’s got a bald-headed practice mannequin clamped to the table like a hostage, a spray bottle in one hand and her phone propped up with a youtube tutorial playing on mute with the subtitles on.

the mannequin has about half a head of synthetic hair sewn into a crooked part, and it looks like it’s been through war— which makes you laugh. the braids were bumpy and rough, but still, you cracked a smile at her efforts.

“you alright?” you ask, trying not to laugh.

“don’t,” she says without turning around, braiding and unraveling the same three pieces over and over again, frustrated. “don’t make fun of me, i’m learning.”

“who told you to buy a fake head?”

“reddit did. since you won’t let me practice on you.” she huffs.

you can’t stop the laugh this time. you’re careful not to wake your daughter up, but it was kind of hilarious that you woke up in the middle of the night to find your wife playing in some mannequin’s head. she glares at you, and the mannequin loses another braid in protest.

3. the ‘puff incident’

“i just wanted to do the two cute puffs,” billie sighs at you, “the ones you always put her in for school. that’s not even that hard— and i still can’t do the shit.”

“swear jar!”

“sorry.” billie grumbles underneath her breath.

celeste is sitting on the floor in front of her, arms crossed and eyes teary from all the tugging. the part is zigzagged and the puffs are lopsided and one of the elastics popped off like a rubber band under pressure, which had really set your wife off.

“you said ‘easy’ in the video,” billie grumbles, replaying the tutorial for the third time, “this is far from it.”

you kneel beside them, smoothing your baby’s curls with gentle fingers. “yeah— easy if you’ve been doing hair since you were twelve,” you murmur. “not if you just started last month. it’s a process to learn.”

“i’m trying to get it right,” she says, quieter now, “i just don’t wanna mess it up.”

you kiss her cheek and help her redo the puffs together. her fingers follow yours, slowly, steadily, make sure to pay attention to every little detail.

4. wash day

billie severely underestimated how long wash day is.

before she started attempting to do your daughters hair, she didn’t really ask that many questions. she was interested, but she often just let you have your time on those saturday’s that you spent doing your own hair.

but now, things were different.

she’s got celeste in the tub with conditioner slathered in thick and a wide-tooth comb in hand, but her arm is cramping by the third section and there’s still a whole back half to go.

“this is actually just child labor,” she sighs, more to herself than anyone, and your daughter giggles like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

she doesn’t get all the tangles, and you have to step in halfway through, but it doesn’t matter. she’s learning. she’s present. and your daughter won’t stop telling her how “everything’s perfect, mama, you made it perfect.”

billie looks exhausted but proud of her contribution, and she feels even more secure when you give her an affirming kiss on the cheek.

the one where she succeeded.

it’s saturday now. billie took her time doing the twists the night before, watched three different videos on how to coil properly, and even made sure that your daughter wore a bonnet in solidarity.

the sun’s peeking through the windows and the house is slow and quiet, just morning cartoons and cereal crunches, per usual.

billie’s in the living room with your daughter between her legs, detangling with care, sectioning with clips, and using the right amount of leave-in this time. she parts with a steady hand. twists gently. oils the scalp. seals the ends, all like you taught her weeks prior.

you walk by and pause in the hallway to watch them, peeking out behind the door. your daughter’s humming to herself, and billie’s tongue is sticking out a little in concentration, eyes half focused on whatever is playing on the tv.

she undid the twists and fluffed them out with a wide-toothed comb, then sealed it with a bit of biotin oil she had found underneath your cabinet.

after she was done, celeste got up to go look in the mirror, and she gasped, which made billie a little anxious until she exclaimed, “i love it, it’s so pretty!”

billie exhales like she’s been holding her breath all month.

you peek out from your spot and make your way over to your wife, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and kiss her neck, and she melts a little into you.

“you did it,” you whisper, “i told you that you could.”

“finally,” she breathes out in relief, “i just… i wanted to get it right. for her. for you.”

you squeeze her tighter.

“you always do.”

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vampira-69 · 1 year ago

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"𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺" 𝑴.𝑺 :

❥ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒇, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

❥ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒗, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 + 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒇, 𝒋𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈(?), 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚/𝒏, 𝒊𝒅𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 :3

❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 : 𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒋𝒇 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆-𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻

You and Matt have been dating for almost 5 months, the most far you two had gone, was making out and grinding into each other, never anything else

You are staying over Matt's, of course he doesn't live alone, his brothers and he live together. But they don't mind your presence, so youre generally staying at theirs

The three of them were done with filming a video for their YouTube channel, it was night and while they were out filming you decided to take a shower then made them something to eat, almost 2 hours later Matt and his brothers got back, you were sitting in the couch, in the living room.

Matt immediately came to you "Hi" he said smiling

"Hi to you too" you answered shyly "I made you guys something to eat by the way.."

"You didn't had to baby, but thank you" he leaned in, to kiss you in the forehead

"Yeah y/n/n thank you" Nick and Chris said at the same time

"Chris let's eat" Nick said, both of them leading into the kitchen.

"Matt go eat" you said, smiling up at your boyfriend

"We actually ate, but they are hungry again..not me tho"

"You sure babe?"

"Yes my love" he replied honestly "do you wanna come upstairs, I need to take a shower then we can watch a movie or something?" He asked you

"Oh sure, alright." You nodded slightly, with a smile.

"Come on-" he took your hand, and you stood up from the couch. "Let's go" he continued, leading you to his room.

After you two got to his room, he closed the door behind him, and starting to pick up some pajamas "you can choose a movie if you want baby" Matt said, while coming to you so he can kiss you quickly..

"Okay" you nodded, after he got in the bathroom, and after you heard the water turning on. You started wondering if you should choose a movie or stick with your plan

You're 19 and still virgin, its not embarrassing for you but you wanted to finally do it, with your boyfriend. You trust him more than anyone else.

After 20 minutes of wondering, you decided that you want to do it, of course only if he wants to. You'll not force him if he's not in the mood for it.

After 10 more minutes you heard the shower turning off, moments later Matt came inside the room. Only in a pair of shorts, his hair still wet

"Hi baby..did you choose or?"

"No Matt..I uh-i don't know how to tell you but-"

"Did I do something? If I did I'm so sorr-" asked worried

"No-no matt! You haven't done anything baby..I-"

"Spit it out angel" he demanded you.

"You-you know I'm a..I'm a virgin" you said, blushing feeling embarrassed now "if you're in the mood, I want you..to take my virginity.." you continued, fidgeting with your fingers and not daring to look up at Matt

"Are you sure sweet girl?" He asked you, coming closer to you, and sitting on the bed. "You really want me to?"

"Yeah Matty..but only if you want-" you said looking up at him quickly

"Of course I want to, I want to make you feel good." He said quietly but his voice full of lust.

"Well..uh, when and how should we s-start?" You said, breathing shakily

"Take off your shirt and lay down." You did as he told you to, taking off your shirt and laying down on his bed.

"N-now?" You asked curiously.

"Shh, let me lead now..is it okay if I took these off?-" he pulled the waistband of your shorts "hm pretty?" He continued

"Y-yeah, please do." You nodded, faster than you intended to, which Matt chuckled at.

He started pulling down your shorts, you lifted up your hips to help him, after he was done he tossed them on the floor. Leaning down between your thighs, hooking his arms between your plush thighs and spreading your legs, he looked up at you for permission

You nodded at that, whispering an "yes"

After your answer, he looked at your covered pussy, he kissed your clit through your lace panties, you shuddered at the feeling. And then he suddenly ripped them out and throwing them behind him, and on the floor.

"Can I continue baby hm?" You nodded at that "Please matt.."

He leaned down to your now fully exposed cunt, he runned his middle finger through your embarrassingly wet folds

"So wet, that all for me hmm?" He asked teasingly

"A-all for you Matty.." He chuckled at that, and suddenly licked a stripe from down to your hole and up to your clit, you moaned out from that. Which made Matt to pull back

"Shh pretty, after all Chris and Nick are still here. Yeah?" You nodded at that, putting your hand over your mouth

"Good fucking girl" he groaned close to your pussy, and started licking again, you whimpered

Your mouth still covered by your hand, you suddenly let out a cry when he sucked on your clit, out of the blue.

"M-matt!!" You moaned out, which made Matt to pull back and slap your clit "be quite..for now"

You whined slightly at this action, Matt started suckling on your clit hard which made you cry out, but you quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

You felt the mattress below you, starting to move, you looked down. And saw Matt humping the mattress

Eating you out gave him more pleasure, than it did to you, he then moved his tongue to your hole. Pushing it inside and starting to tongue fuck you

You tried not to moan loudly, for the sake of his brothers, you felt your stomach tightening and you know what it was

After all you did touched yourself, "M-matt! I'm gonna-" you whimpered, which made him to pull his tongue out and lick over your slick slit

And he started shaking his head, the action making you moan out, "Matt! Oh fu-" you suddenly came, hard. But he continued

You whined from the stimulation

"Sens-sensetive matt..no more" you whimpered

He pulled back, looking up at you from between your thighs, the sight making you blush hardly

"Too sensitive huh?" He asked, his voice slightly raspy.

"Uhhuh" you nodded

He licked his lips, and went over you. Grabbing you by your face, and kissing you

You moaned at the taste of your juices from his mouth

He pulled away slightly and whispered

"Open" he demanded, and you opened your mouth

Then he spat on your tongue, you made a sound at that

"Swallow" you obeyed, swallowing his saliva.

"Good girl, baby, you're so good to me." He smiled at you

You felt your heart going warm at his praises

"I-im ready.." You said, blushing.

"Good baby, don't worry I'll go slow" he said, then kicking his pants and boxers away

He grabbed you by your cheeks, kissing you hungrily.

You whimpered into his mouth

"I'll push now, okay? I'll go nice and slow baby, I promise you." He calmed you down

And you nodded "please Matty.. I need to feel you"

"You will angel, don't worry" he said, then he grabbed his dick, he didn't needed to jerk of so he can get fully hard

He was already, painfully hard. He started rubbing his dick up and down to your slit

You whined from the feeling

"Pl-please matt!" You begged him

"Shh, I said nice and slow y/n, don't be a needy slut."

The way he degraded and praised you at the same time, made you feel tingly.

He continued rubbing his dick up and down, collecting your wetness and slick cum from your previous climax, after he made sure you were wet enough from his pre-cum and your juices

He looked at you "I'll push now."

"Please.." You nodded

He looked down, and spread your legs further. Pushing inside of you slowly

You whined from the stretch, he then pushed in his whole tip at once, which made you close your eyes and hiss

"You good baby?" He asked you, slightly worried.

"Y-yeah..keep going please"

He waited a little bit, then started pushing his whole dick inside. After he finally bottomed out be groaned at you tightness

"F-fuck, so tight and warm baby" he moaned slightly

"Oh M-matt" you whined from the feeling

He waited for five seconds then pulled out, but his tip still inside of you.

He looked down, watching the blood from your broken hymen coating his shaft. He groaned at the sight

"Pl-please move Matt!" You whined out, needing to feel his dick inside you

"Greedy whore" he spanked your ass slightly

Then he started to push inside of your gummy walls, once again, this time harsher.

"Oh g-god" you moaned softly, closing your eyes

"Eyes open bitch" he grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing so he can push your cheeks together

You opened your eyes, looking at his blue ones, now almost completely black from the lust

He sucked in his cheeks slightly, as to collect saliva

Then he suddenly spat on your face

The action making you whimper

"Good girl baby" he praised you after his "dirty" action

He started snapping his hips faster into yours

"Can you take it, if I move faster huh?" He asked you

"Y-yeah, please move" you looked at him, eyes glossy from the tears from pleasure

"Good" he then started pushing in and out harder and faster, only his tip inside of you.

He grabbed your plush thighs, pushing your legs to your ears.

He fucked his hard dick into your slick walls with an almost, animalistic force now

"Ma-nghh Matt!" The sounds you let out were so unholy, at thus point you didn't tried to stay quiet

"Such a slut, screaming like a whore while my brothers are here huh? Gonna make Chris jealous baby"

You whined at that, now trying to stay quiet.

"Bet you want him too huh? The way he looks at you, he. wants. you." The last three words were said while he was thrusting into your tight cunt

"N-no matt" you shaked your head

"No? You sure"

"I do-dont want him" you struggled to talk, his dick making you dumb and cock drunk

"Who makes you feel good? Is it Chris?" He asked while snapping his hips into yours roughly

"Y-you! Not fuck-not Chris!!" You said, a little too loud, you wouldn't be surprised if his brothers heard you.

"That's right baby, me, only me!" His thrusts getting sloppy, which means he's close

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth open with your tongue out, Matt enjoyed your fucked-out expression.

"C-nghhh cumming!" You moaned out loudly

"Go on, cream on my cock," and you did, your warm juices gushing out of you and into his cock and on the ruined bed sheets.

"Fuck! That's right baby, good girl, gonna cum deep into you"

You panted like a dog in heat, nodding your head.

"Gonna give you my baby, you will take my cum like a good little whore, right?"

"Y-yess matt please!" You whimpered, too sensitive and fucked out to think of the consequences

"F-fuck I'm cumming baby" Matt groaned, thrusting into you five more times before filling you up, with his warm cum.

You moaned out from the feeling, never felt this, it made you tingly.

He stayed inside a few minutes, before pulling out slowly, you and him both, whimpered when he did it.

"Are you okay babe?" Matt asked you, standing up going to the bathroom to take a wet wash cloth, cleaning himself and then coming to clean you up.

Your hips jerked when he started cleaning you

"Sensitive baby?" He teased you

"Mhm" you nodded, not being able to say something.

After he was done cleaning you, he dressed you with new pair of panties and some shorts of his

After you were done, he dressed himself too, still shirtless.

"Wanna sleep" you whispered

"Okay baby, we will." He chuckled slightly

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