#whenever she gets back inside i'm going to start locking her in the bathroom or something anytime i need to go outside

[knifegremliin]

if you let your cats outside i'm killing you by the way

[authorhjk1]

Ivory

(Miyawaki Sakura X Male Reader)

"Oh god. Stop it already."

Sakura laughs, embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

"I'm not doing anything."

You fake innocence. But you both know that your hand on your wife's ass is nowhere near innocent.

"No. We are in public."

"So what?"

The two of you are standing at a table at the back of a ballroom. You were both invited to this fundraiser. But when you saw Sakura step out of the bathroom four hours ago, you knew there was only one way this is gonna end.

"Let's wait until we get home."

"I can't wait that long. You look gorgeous."

Sakura blushes more and hits your shoulder.

"Plus, you made a promise that day."

Your free hand, which is not lying on her ass, takes her hand.

"Here."

Your finger grazes her wedding ring.

"We promised it to each other. To have sex whenever and wherever."

Sakura shyly nods. It was her idea after all. Right after the wedding. Your first night as a married couple.

"You know what?"

Sakura turns away from the stage and looks straight at you.

"Let's put some fun into this fundraiser."

It didn't take long for the both of you to find a quiet spot. The empty kitchen was probably not the best spot to have sex. But it does the job.

You're standing in front of the clean counter, while Sakura sits on top of it. The straps of her dress have fallen off her shoulder and have left her chest naked. Your hands roam her back, while you suck and lick at her tits.

"Honey..."

Sakura sighs, her head falling back and her hands holding onto yours. You keep devouring her chest, making your wife moan and whine.

"I need you, baby."

Her whisper makes you stop. You raise your head to give your wife another deep kiss. Stepping between her legs, you part her thighs. Meanwhile, Sakura begins to unbuckle your belt and unbutton your pants. Once you step out of them, you push the hem of her dress up.

Her white lace panties fit her dress. You remember helping her putting them back on after your little shenanigans in the car earlier. You were unable to just go inside, so you ate out your wife in the backseat.

"I love you."

Sakura captures your lips with hers as you align yourself with her wet cavern. You force a deep moan out of her as you push inside. Your hands rest on her waist, while hers are draped around your neck.

"I love you too."

You whisper into her mouth as you slowly thrust into her.

The two of you forget where you are. You forget what is going on in the ballroom. You forget you're in public. Whenever you are with her, it feels like only the two of you exist.

Sakura and you share moan after moan as your lips stay locked. Your hands explore each other's bodies. Your slow, shallow thrusts make Sakura gently buck her hips towards you.

In one fluent motion, she is suddenly lying flat on the cold metal surface, while you are on top of her. Her head rests on top of your arm, while her hands pull your head down to her.

There are no words needed. One of her hands travels down your back. A silent plea to go a little faster. You give into her desires.

The both of you make love inside the empty kitchen. The clapping of the people inside the ballroom is just an odd noice far off in the distance. You both have closed your eyes, only needing each other's touch.

"Oh baby..."

Sakura lets out a deep sigh, her whole body seems to stiffen. You stop for a couple of seconds and open your eyes to enjoy your wife's smile on her face. Her small orgasm makes her feel butterflies as her pussy hugs your cock tight.

After a while, you start thrusting into her again. She lets her fingers run through your hair, encouraging you to reach your climax as well. You eventually do. You feel a familiar pull inside your stonach.

"Kkura..."

You groan your wife's name into her ear.

"Yes, baby. Cum inside."

Her sweet voice and her snug hole finally drive you over the edge. With one last thrust, you bite her bottom lip with your teeth, earning yourself a whine.

Sakura feels your warm cum invade her pussy. Its warmth spreads throughout her body.

"How can I ever say no to this again?"

Your wife's question makes you give her another kiss.

[janitorhutcherson]

Sacred Self Care (Mike Schmidt)

i'm 100% supposed to be cleaning my room up for family but i may go insane if i do not write RIGHT NOW!! so, this is something i've had in my mind for so long. i PROMISE after thanksgiving i'll give yall peeta and finnick content and get to more asks. i could not hold back on this one any longer though, so sit back, and enjoy!

summary: mike discovers self care, but what happens when his ritual becomes a little too intricate and he ends up in a silly predicament?

warnings: mentions of nudity, one or two innuendos

word count: 2,288

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Mike Schmidt did not have time to take care of himself. This was a fact that was all too noticeable. His dry curls practically begged to be lathered in moisture, or at least in something that wasn’t a bar of soap that was also used on his face and body. His nails were dirty whenever he was busiest, the only time they were well groomed being when he was prepared to be knuckles deep inside of you. His eyebags were sunken in and his facial hair grew in patches, untrimmed. Mike did not care, nor did he think wasting time on such a meticulous thing would be beneficial to him. There were better things to do than to primp himself when he could be doing something more productive, such as getting to the bottom of his brother’s disappearance… thirteen years later. When he wasn’t obsessing over every minute detail in his dream that could lead him to the solution or fathering Abby in his own backwards but still productive way, he was admiring you and your glory.

While Mike may not have been someone for self-care, you most definitely were. You were constantly looking up new ways to better yourself, new hair masks to try and new ways to make your skin as smooth as butter. The water bill also certainly showed your love for self-care. Some nights, you’d prance into the bedroom after an intricate shower, throwing your leg up on the bed as you demanded for Mike’s rough hands to feel, every centimeter of hair gone, the smell of cocoa butter sifting in the air. He was amused when he’d walk in to you sitting on the couch, some new green goop slathered on your face, or some strange piece of paper stuck to your nose. On occasion, you’d convince Mike to join you and Abby, his desperation to spend more quality time with the two of you trumping his disdain for fifteen minutes of clay on his face. He’d peel away at chunks as they flaked into his lap, you and Abby giggling every few seconds as the pile would grow amusingly larger before Mike would give up, running to the bathroom to scrub his face clean before the timer went off.

He wasn’t sure when it clicked. Perhaps it was when Abby told him he’d looked rough lately (he attempted to take this with a grain of salt, as she was his little sister, scolding her and telling her that was not very nice) or perhaps it was when one morning after work, he’d noticed new wrinkles covering his forehead and increasingly pale skin with purple dips underneath his eyes. One day, he found himself in the shampoo aisle at Target. It started with something simple. He bought real shampoo and conditioner, specifically designed for curly dry hair. He enjoyed the scent it radiated as he lathered it through his locks in the warm shower, the aftermath amazing. He’d never seen his hair so fluffy as it dried, his once brittle strands now feeling smooth as he ran his fingertips through it. Then, there was skincare. Somehow, he ended up getting a free sample in the mail from one of those makeup subscription companies you subscribed to, the company accidentally sending you a made-for-men miniature face wash and eye cream set. You eagerly tossed it his way with a giggle, assuming he tossed it in the trash the moment he got it. Instead, that very night, Mike added it to his shower along with his brand-new hair products, patting the eye cream underneath his eyes once he got out. The next morning, the once deep reddish purple was now only tinted a light color. Before he knew it, underneath the cabinet tucked away in a corner were different hair oils, beard creams, moisturizers, and lotions. He’d gotten into different kinds of cologne, opting for scented deodorants as well.

Mike had to admit, he enjoyed this new routine of his. As it progressed, it became almost ritualistic. He’d get home from work at exactly 6:15, about 45 minutes before you’d wake up. He would hop into the shower, taking in the feeling of his fingertips massaging his scalp, his body feeling the tension flooding down as the water from the shower flooded down the drain. Then, the aromatic smell of musky body wash would fill his nose, cleansing his senses of the smell of ancient dusts from working at the pizzeria. He’d step out of the shower, his skin tinted pink from the hot water, his face freshly washed. He’d apply lotion, shape his beard and add his creams, he’d even gotten into grooming his nails every night, ensuring they were crisply clean and applying a protective clear coat on top.

He couldn’t quite figure out why he was so embarrassed by his ritual. Perhaps it was the way it made him feel less masculine, knowing damn well deep down that it didn’t make him any less of a man and it was just his years’ worth of built-up toxic masculinity that you were so desperately trying to get him to break down. Maybe it was the way he was splurging on things he simply didn’t feel he needed until now, until it suddenly felt like a necessity, something he’d go insane without. Most of all and the most likely of all the scenarios, it was admitting that he was wrong, that something you and Abby had so desperately attempted to beg him to get into was exactly what the two of you had explained to him. It was majestic and comforting. At least 45 minutes a day were dedicated to him and only himself, his whole body feeling renewed each time he stepped out of the shower. He felt rebirthed, imagining this was what religious people felt when they were deemed ‘saved’ at confessional. Even with that being said, he couldn’t let you and Abby in on his little ritual. No, he couldn’t possibly admit to it. It wasn’t because he wanted to hide something from you two but instead because his embarrassment seeped deep down into his skull every time he thought about revealing it. Instead, he would slowly creep himself into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pretending to sleepily open his eyes as your alarm went off.

You’d suspected he was hiding something, and you were worried. The new signature scents, the freshly groomed look, the way he seemed to care more about his clothing and the wrinkles that were shown. Your first thought was that there was somebody else, someone he had needed to impress, much like he once felt the need to impress you every time he was around you, suppressing his comfortable and more Mike-like fashion choices. In the mornings, you’d sense the lack of his presence after hearing the door creak open, feeling the bed dip right before your alarm went off, sirens ringing in your head each time as if to warn you something wasn’t right. You would spend some nights he was away at work after Abby was in bed evaluating who it could possibly be. There was Vanessa, the blonde police officer who would make occasional appearances in conversation. There was the waitress at the diner who’d taken a liking to Mike, but you weren’t sure who else it could be. Of course, women ogled over Mike all the time in public. There was something about a man with a slightly off putting aura and messy tussled hair. But regardless, you had always trusted him, and besides, Mike didn’t really talk to many people as is.

It wasn’t until Mike added in a peel off face mask into the mix that the jig was up. One week, he’d managed to get the entire week off, ensuring the pizzeria was boarded closed and begging Vanessa to keep an eye on things. You’d felt slightly better having him around more and at normal hours. He was very much still head over heels for you, following you around like a lost puppy, the two of you showering together, cooking together, and of course, having as much ‘alone time’ as you could possibly fit in when Abby was asleep or away at a friends. Even with that, in the back of your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling. You were passed out on the couch after a movie night and it was late. Mike had crept away from the living room, tucking your sleeping body under a blanket, slipping into the shower. He followed his typical ritual, something he’d had to put off for a while in fear of getting caught, still unsure of what made him so anxious. After his shower, he applied his peel off mask, attempting to avoid his facial hair, but without thinking, he’d applied a layer over his entire chin. What would soon become a panic inducing issue in a short sum of ten minutes hadn’t occurred to him quite yet.

As the timer on his phone went off, he began slowly peeling the mask off, starting at his forehead before he froze, realizing more of his face was covered than usual. He brushed it off, continuing to peel before he noticed that not only was the thin, purple layer coming off, but multiple specks of hair were attached as well. Oh fuck, he thought to himself, unsure of how to proceed. No, he couldn’t just rip it off. He was attached to his facial hair. It made his baby face look mature and manly. No, of course it didn’t occur to him to just add water, simply wiping it away. There was only one option, and that was to waltz into the living room with his bright purple face and to wake you up, puppy dog eyes pleading for you to help him with his predicament.

You stirred away as you felt a hand shake your shoulder, your eyes widening as you sat up with a confused expression.

“Well, hello there,” you croaked out, your voice laced with gravel from exhaustion. He looked at you with embarrassment laced over his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Help, please. I…” he trailed off, gesturing his hands towards his face. “I just need it off,” he grumbled lowly, his fingertips holding the piece holding his facial hair tenderly, ensuring he didn’t rip anything else off.

You couldn’t help but let out a loud giggle, amused by the man standing in front of you. You grabbed his hand, leading him into the bathroom. You both sat on the ledge of the tub as you tenderly wiped his face clean with a warm washcloth, his reddened cheeks from both the mask being on too long and the embarrassment becoming more apparent by the second.

“Facial hair is saved,” you said triumphantly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do have to ask though, why the sudden liking to all of this? And why not just.. tell me?” you hummed curiously, shaking your head.

“I just.. I don’t know. I think I didn’t want to admit I was wrong or that I was spending so much money on such worthless stuff. It started out so small and then became so big, I just couldn’t,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I am really sorry for keeping it from you,” he hummed before he went into a further explanation, explaining the way it made him feel.

You let out a sigh of relief along with a content giggle, shaking your head. “I knew something was up, but I wasn’t sure what,” you said, cocking an eyebrow as you placed a hand on his knee, your cheeks now warming up.

“What, did you think I was getting all fancy schmancy for another girl?” he teased, bumping his elbow against your shoulder. Your eyes widened as your mouth opened and closed as you went to say something, his expression dropping into something more serious.

“Oh my god, Y/N, honey, no, I’d never,” he said, placing his warm hand on your exposed shoulder. “Baby, no,” he chuckled, happy he could reassure you but somewhat upset that you had to sit through that alone. “No, I love you very much, I promise you, there is no other woman... just, your silly grumpy man being too embarrassed to admit I like girly things,” he teased, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your lips. The kiss was all you needed for electrical sparks to be sent through your body, your brain buzzing as the anxious thoughts began to disappear.

For the rest of the night, Mike walked you through his entire routine, both for fun and for transparency. You two joked back and forth, you occasionally poking at him, telling him he should become an influencer. Afterwards, you both did a face mask together, this time ensuring the product did not cover his chin.

Yes, you and Mike most definitely had your own things to work on, but at the end of the day, you were happiest with him. Your heart felt warm. He had finally found a way to take care of himself, a way to feel more content in his own skin, and even though he had an odd way of going about it, you were pleased, happy he was also finally willing to share this with you. From now on, Mike would wait for his routine in the mornings until you woke up, instead crawling into bed and cradling you in his arms, thinking about how lucky he was to have such a sweet, loving, and accepting partner like you to share his life with, even if it was just skincare and Vaseline kisses.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

can u please do like filthy slut of nat fucking y/n but its hard and its rough and its toe curling and eyerolling kinda good but its so full of i love yous in between of spanking and face slapping and hair pulling but forehead kisses in between too 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 basically agressive but her telling y/n how much she loves them and their pussy

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Natasha has a dick, oral (Natasha and R receiving), fingering (R receiving), a bit of fluff, jealous!Nat, daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, a few clichés but what's a fic without one?

Words: 3,105

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

A/N: i loved this ask! i added a little bit of plot, i told @lovsalvatore about what i was gonna write ;)

You never understood why she didn't like you, the two of you had worked together before. But she kept her usual cold demeanor towards you. You always tried being nice to her, putting on a smile whenever she threw an insult at you or ignored your presence during a duo mission. You never had control over who you get assigned with on missions, if you did you probably wouldn't have picked her, as much as you respect her work and all, you had to admit it, her behavior towards you hurt.

You were sitting around in the Avenger compounds lounge room, bored out of your mind. “God, I wish I had a mission with Sam or something,” you muttered to yourself, Sam was pretty much your best friend, maybe almost like an older brother at times. “Yo, Y/N. Yeah, we need you and Romanoff in the meeting room.” you heard Tony say over the speakers. You groan, getting up from the couch and making your way to the meeting room.

“Good morning Agent Romanoff.” you say to her as you walk into the meeting room, she just acted as if you weren't there. “I'm so done with her. Oh my God.” you thought, regretting even speaking to her in the first place. “Ladies, you gorgeous girls are going on a mission. Today. Like right now. Pack your bags.” he said, handing out mission report papers for after the mission.

“Tony are you being serious right n–” he holds up a hand, interrupting you. “Yes, yes I believe you're due for a mission right now. So, get a move on.” Tony said, gesturing for you two to leave the meeting room.

The mission started early, Tony wasn't kidding. A 4 -day long mission with just you and the woman who hates you apparently. Things can't get any better. That was a lie, things got worse. “Natasha are you sure there aren't two beds?” she sighed, “Yeah I'm sure.” you chewed on your lower lip nervously. “Can't we get another room?” she shook her head, “Hotel's booked.” “Oh.”

You open up your suitcase, picking out some clothes. “Um, if you don't mind I'm gonna go clean up.” she hums in response, her attention focused on the evidence you got from the mission. You left the bedroom and got inside the bathroom. Natasha sighed, looking over at the locked bathroom door. “Fuck– what are you even thinking Natasha?..” she whispered to herself, shaking off any thoughts.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, and your clothes were thin but comfortable. The ex-assassin took a short glance at you, observing how your pajamas showed off your figure without seeming uncomfortable at all. “What did ya find from the evidence Nat?” you toss your hair to the other side of your shoulder and sat next to her on the bed. “Something about green aliens. I guess–” you grab the note, “Skrulls? Isn't that those things that care bear and Fury helped all those years ago?” she looks over at you, “Care bear? Who's that?” she asked, “Carol.. captain marvel– she was the one who—”

“Yeah, I know her, never mind. But what about the Skrulls?” you move a bit closer to her, putting the two pictures together on the bed in front of you and her. “See look, that's Fury over there..” you point to a second figure, similar looking to the Director. “And there.” she furrows her brows, looking at the pictures. “But that can't be–” your gaze flickers to her face and back down to the pictures, and a slight smile appears on your face. “Unless.. the Skrulls can shapeshift Natty.” you don't notice your slip up in words, but she does. “..Natty?” your cheeks go bright red, “I didn't– I didn't mean to say that, sorry.” she looks over at you, hiding a smile. “It's fine, don't worry.”

You stifle a yawn and hazily blink your eyes. “It's pretty late, we should get some sleep Y/N.” you pick up the pictures and files and place them in the nightstand drawer. “Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked. “It doesn't matter! Pick the side you want.” she shrugs, sitting on the right side. You lie down next to her, keeping your distance.

The next morning you find yourself wrapped up by strong arms, unable to move. “Natasha?” you mumble out breathlessly, attempting to pull her arms off of you. “Natasha..” you sigh, squirming around on the small bed. “What?” she quickly takes her arms away from you. “Oh– I didn't notice.” she said, as you sit up against the pillows. “It's okay..”

“So.. what are we supposed to do today?” you ask, propping your head up with your palm under your chin. “We're–” she stopped mid-sentence, her gaze focusing on something, “Natasha?” she takes her eyes away from what seemed to be your chest. “..going undercover, to some HYDRA gala thing.” you nod, “hm.. undercover as what?”

She pauses for a second. “As a couple or something.”

“Oh- well won't we have to practice acting all coupley?” you ask, looking down at your hands. “Well, yeah..” she clears her throat, moving closer to you. “Natasha..?” she grasps your wrist, “Shh.. just stay still.” you do quite literally so, staying silent as well. She brings a hand to your waist, slightly pressing both of your bodies together. “Natasha–” you get cut off by a call notification on your phone. “Hey Carol!” you say, picking up the phone call.

“Hi Y/N, how's the mission going?” you get up from the bed. “Uh.. it's going fine for now, how's space going Captain?” she chuckles, “Great, would've been better with you here sweetheart.” you giggle at her comment, and Natasha scowled at the entire conversation. “Hey, do you.. know if– if any Skrulls still live on Earth?” you ask, “Hm.. I don't keep in contact with many Skrulls babe.” you sighed. “That's fine! Me and Nat will figure it out, eventually.” you hung up the phone and made your way back to bed.

Natasha glanced at you for a quick moment. “Are you not capable of putting on clothes properly?” she brought two hands up to your shirt, buttoning the top up. Your face heats up, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “..w-when does the gala start again?” she sighed, “In a few hours, I'd suggest you get ready.” what made you feel this way? Fuck– you have a crush on the woman who probably hates you, good job Y/N. “Alright, if I get ready so should you then.” you say, turning off your phone and putting it aside.

Natasha gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom to change out of her clothes. “God, why is she so– insufferable.” “I wish I could kiss her to shut her up.” she thought. “Fucking hell. Why am I attracted to her?” she muttered to herself.

Her suit didn't take too long to put on but, as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom she caught you attempting to zip up your gown, she stood there. Admiring your exposed back, your face all blushy pink as you struggle to put on your dress. “I should probably help her.” she walked over to you, placing her hand on your waist and the other on the zipper of your dress. “It took you that long to put on a dress?” you huff, puffing your cheeks up. “It's not my fault the zipper was too far.. I couldn't reach it.” she slightly smirks, “Are you done getting ready?”

“Almost, just one sec.” you bend over the desk to get a view of yourself in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair. “It's been 10 minutes Y/N–” she looks at you, bent over the desk, your tits practically falling out of your dress. “Stop being so dramatic, it's only been like 2 minutes.” she rolls her eyes, “Well? Are you done? We're gonna be late.” you nod, grabbing your purse and heading out of the hotel with Natasha.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the gala was beautiful for fucking HYDRA. The lights were perfectly dimmed down, the scenery outside of the building was gorgeous too. “What's your name?” the freakishly tall and mean-looking guy standing outside the entrance asks you two. “Natalya Reeds, and my wife Y/F/N Reeds.” she answers for the both of you. He raises a brow, looking down at the list once more. “Okay.. enjoy the night ladies.” he opens the door to the inside of the building, and you flash a smile and a ‘thank you’ to the man before stepping inside.

“Listen,” she squeezes your arm, “I need to get talking with that group of people, just sit still and look pretty. Got it?” you nod and walk over to the bar.

“Mrs. Reeds?” someone calls out to you, “Yeah?” the call came from behind the empty bar. “Over here.” you crouch down on the floor behind the bar, facing the mystery person– alien? “You're a- a Skrull?” that last part came out as a whisper. “What are you doing here? You could jeopardize the whole mission!” you whisper-yelled at them. “There is no mission, Fury sent me to tell you that HYDRA didn't even come here. They sent out false information.” you sigh, “Great.”

You got off the ground and went over to Natasha where she was talking to random people. You walked up to her, and rest your chin against her shoulder. “Darling.. it's getting late Natty.” you look up at her, batting your lashes. She pulls you over to an empty hallway. “What do you think you're doing?” you scoff, “HYDRA isn't here, this was false info. We have to go back to the hotel.” she sighs, “Okay.”

Once you were back at the hotel, you were so quick to change out of that uncomfortable gown. “Ugh, when will HYDRA just go away..” you flopped onto the bed. Natasha chuckles, “Never, clearly.” she laid down next to you, face-to-face. You both stare at each other for a moment. “Natasha.” she hums in response. “Why don't you like me?” she frowns, “Who said that I don't?”

“Well– I mean you never talked to me often before this mission.” she sighed, “I'm sorry for making you think that.” your pout faltered into a sweet smile. “I can make it up to you..” you didn't know what she meant but somehow her words made your heart beat faster. The room grew silent as she inches closer to you. “Would you like that detka?” before you could answer her lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you.

You receive open-mouth kisses as she pushes your back flat against the mattress, not hesitant to slip her tongue into your mouth. “mmn.. Natasha–” she slides her hand underneath the thin, light fabric that covered your chest, groping your breast, emitting a soft gasp from your mouth. “Wanted to ruin you the day I saw you wear this. Fuck.” she squeezes your thigh, your bodily reaction making you spread your legs even without her asking. “Good girl..” she lowered herself down to your hips, and you felt her fingers hook onto the hem of your panties and discard them, leaving your cunt exposed.

“Nat..” you mumble out, feeling her blow onto your dripping pussy causes you to buck your hips against her face. You slightly hiss when you sense a sharp pain on the inner part of your thigh. “Do that again kotenok and see what happens. Stay still.” you whimper as she sucks onto your clit while rubbing your folds with the pad of her thumb. “Natasha please.” she smirks, shoving a finger into your cunt, completely drenching it with your slick. You moan softly, “mmh.. fuck–” she pumps her finger in and out of your hole, and inserts a second finger as well.

“Natasha– oh God, I'm gonna..” she lightly kissed your thigh. “Make a mess all over my fingers baby.” your walls clench around her fingers as you came all over them, and your juices drip down from her fingertips to her wrist. She pulls her fingers out from your cunt, and presses them to your lips. “Open.” you comply, parting your lips only for her to shove her drenched fingers into your mouth. You clean off her fingers, ridding them of your essence.

“Natasha?” you ask out of curiosity, noticing her unbuckling the belt on her pants. “Are you gonna be good for daddy and suck her off?” you desperately nod, wanting to please her as best as you can. “Then get on your knees slut.” you get off the bed and on your knees in front of her. And quickly help her rid herself of her pants and boxers.

You let out a soft gasp as her hardened cock springs out, with pre-cum leaking out of it already. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” she says, her raspy and husky voice sending unimaginable thoughts into your head. You lower your head and wrap your plump lips around her tip. You feel a strong grip on your hair. “Fuck.. that's it. Keep going.” you push more of her girthy length in your mouth, sucking on it gently.

“shit. You're so fucking adorable baby.” you ignore the sudden rush of arousal between your legs, wanting nothing more than to please her. You shove her dick deeper into your mouth, moaning around it. “God, yes kotenok. Take it.” she throws her head back in pleasurement. You take more of her into your mouth, moaning softly as you go faster, running your tongue along the veins of her erect cock.

“Gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours baby girl.” her grip on your hair tightens as she shoved her length into the back of your throat, making you gag on her. Despite the tears running down your cheeks, oh how you loved every bit of this. “oh fuck– you better swallow it all.” with those words, thick ropes of cum pour into your mouth. You swallow it all down and she yanks your head off of her dick.

“Get back on the bed, I'm not finished with you quite yet.” you get up on wobbly legs and lie back down on the bed. She aligns the tip of her cock to your entrance, and she smirked at your neediness. She sent a harsh smack to your ass, “How badly do you want me?” she said, loving how you became a whimpering mess for her. “Need you so bad daddy. Please.”

She grabs onto your thighs, swinging them over her waist to hold you in place. “oh Natasha–” you moan as she inserts a few inches deep in you. “You're so tight detka..” you whimper, looping your arms around her shoulders for leverage. She begins moving slowly within you. As you began moaning louder she leans forward and whispers in your ear. “How does it feel baby?”

“Good.. you feel so good inside me!” she briefly chuckles as she moves faster. You moan as she buries her cock deep inside of you. Her breathing grows heavy as she grips your waist firmly and moves harder into you. She grunts as she speeds up a bit more. The sound of skin slapping together fills up the room as she pounds away at you.

“oh my God–” you moaned, digging your nails deep into her back, hard enough to draw blood. She lets out another loud groan when she slams her hips into yours with force. Her hands grip your sides tightly as she continues thrusting her length deeper into you. “Daddy ’m so close..” she smirks as she hears that, “Me too kotenok.” your hold on her shoulders tighten as you came all over her cock. “mmh..” she grins broadly as soon as she feels you cumming on her dick. She immediately starts slamming her hips against yours even harder. It was clear she wasn't going to stop till she finished inside of you.

“ngh– fuck.. daddy!” she doesn't slow down for a moment. Instead, she just kept going, hammering away at you relentlessly. “’m too sensitive Natty..” upon hearing that she looks down at you, “Is that right?” you nod. “mhm..” with a smirk she pulls out, after doing so she flips you onto your stomach, and your face flush onto the mattress. Without warning, she rams her entire length into you from behind. “mmph– natashmmf mmh!” your words came out muffled, one of her hands tightly placed onto your waist. She had a fistful of your hair in her other hand, pushing you flat against the bed.

You moan loudly as she fucks you from behind. She then begins rocking her hips back and forth in a steady motion. She lets go of her grip on your hair, allowing you to speak properly. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she pauses briefly, “Yeah.. I am.” you exhaled shakily. “Then cum inside me daddy.” she nods, continuing to thrust in and out of your dripping cunt. Fuck, the sheets must be drenched by now. “You want me to cum inside of you detka?” you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. “Please! wan‘ have your babies daddy!” slutty moans escape your mouth as she continues her rough movements. Your words seem to push her over the edge. Her rough grip on your waist tightens, and with a loud groan, she slams herself deep inside you, reaching places you've never thought could be reached. She lets out a soft moan as she cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

“mm.. Natasha?” you mumble, breathlessly. She plants a gentle kiss on your neck. “Yeah?” you weakly turn your body to face her, “W-What does this mean for us?” she smiled, pressing her lips to yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “I love you Y/N. This mission made me realize how much time I wasted by not telling you.” a bright blush crept up your face. “You do..?” she nodded, “I.. I love you too Nat.”

She pulled out of you and laid beside your worn-out body, “I bet that dumb space blondie couldn't have done that.” you laugh at her words, “I knew it. You've always acted weird when I mentioned her.” she sighed, wrapping an arm around your body. “Wanna get married?” you widen your eyes, “Natasha!” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Just kidding moya lyubov.. but I do intend on marrying you one day.”

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

[pablitogavii]

On her period

Summary: It's the first time you're on your period since you started dating and Pablo feels clueless on how to help you.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: cuteness overload!!

Pablo's POV

I woke up to the sound of alarm that signaled I needed to get ready for my morning recovery training session, confused for the lack of small body of my girl curled up next to mine.

She didn't have school this early, so why was she not in bed with me?

"Amor?" I sat up after stopping the alarm while running my hand through my messy hair. I saw a light inside the bathroom knowing that she must be there but wondering why she wasn't answering.

I got to my feet knocking on the bathroom door not wanted to disturb her but starting to feel a little worried.

"You can come in Pablo!" she said in quite a frustrated voice and I opened the door seeing her frantically looking for something.

"Mi amor, what's going on? Why are you up so early? And what are you looking for?" I said trying to stop her but she just kept moving back and forth searching around the bathroom.

"My pain medication! I think I left it in my makeup bag but it's not here! And I really need it!" she was flustered and her eyes were glossy like she was on the verge of crying.

"Baby, it's in the living room. You let me borrow some after the muscle I pulled during training, remember?" I remind her and she quickly turns to look at me before smiling and running to the living room frantically. She must be in some serious pain...but from what?

I followed after her seeing her drink some water with a pill in the kitchen before walking back towards me now less worried but still pretty flustered.

"Um..I'm okay now..or I'll be when medication starts to work" she said and I smiled pulling her into a hug she happily accepted burying her face into my neck.

"What's hurting you, mi amor?" I ask and she pulls away shaking her head before walking away from me back towards our shared bedroom. Why was she hiding this from me?

"Y/n..what's hurting you?" I followed behind her laying back down next to her curled up body.

"It's nothing serious cariño. Shouldn't you get ready for training?" she said and I smirked pulling her down while kissing her lips passionately..gosh I loved to do that first thing in the morning.

For first few minutes she looked fine smiling and kissing me back but after that her face looked uncomfortable and she became unable to hide in how much pain she actually was..it was apparent and I wanted to know what was going on.

"Y/n you're clearly still in pain..tell me what's going on!" I said a bit harsher than I anticipated but this was making me really nervous.

"Díos! You're so annoying! Just go to your training and leave me alone!" she said and I got off her now really angry with the way she spoke to me when all I wanted was to know what's going on.

What's gotten into her this morning??

"I'll see you later tonight amor.." was all I said quite sadly knowing it will be shit day since I hated whenever we fought with each other which was so rare.

"Bye.." she whispered whining a few moments after while curling up in bed moving side to side as I left our shared apartment to meet Pedri who was giving me a ride to the camp.

"Hey, hermano! Que tal?" he asked and I buckled up sad to have left a house without kissing my girl like always. I checked my phone hoping to see her text but there was nothing, only the most adorable picture of us on my lock screen.

"The weirdest thing just happened just now..I woke up and Y/n was searching the bathroom for her pain medication..I helped her find it and when I asked what was hurting she avoided the question and told me to leave her alone?" I explained every detail confused to see Pedri's smile grow.

"¡Eres tan tonto! Your girl is on her period!" Pedri said and I opened my eyes wide finally understanding what was going on and feeling kinda stupid for not realizing it sooner.

"Why didn't she just tell me that?" I said and Pedri looked at me like I was a complete idiot.

"She was probably embarrassed...girls are confusing like that. They think we won't love them if they are on their periods." Pedri said and I rolled my eyes while grabbing my phone to check again if she texted me.

"Should I text her? She asked me to leave her alone...what if she gets angry?" I said and Pedri chuckled telling me to let her chill on her own until I get back home.

"How did you immediately know?" I said feeling embarrassed that I was so clueless.

"Pablito I know this is your first relationship, but I guarantee every single guy in our team would immediately guess too..." Pedri mocked and I hated that feeling a little embarrassed.

"No way! You're just weird! No guy would guess that" I said trying to make myself feel less stupid and he was determined to prove it to me...asshole!

"Ay chicos, if I tell you a girl is searching for her pain medication and refuses to tell her boyfriend what's going on..after telling him to leave her alone..what do you think is going on?" Pedri asked inside the changing room.

"She's on her period!" most of them say immediately and I roll my eyes at Pedri...whatever, I never had a girlfriend before to know!

"Mierda! What helps with..um..periods?" my cheeks were blushing and everyone teased me about it before sharing some advice.

"Don't get on her nerves, be extra careful and don't make fun of her cravings..even if they are silly" Lewy said first and I was taking mental notes really trying to learn as much as I could if that meant I could her my girl feel better later.

"Buy chocolates, they love those" Ansu added and De Jong agreed. I will buy her favorite dark chocolate with orange filling before going home after training.

"My girl usually loves to cuddle when she is on her period. And massaging her stomach might help with cramps which are kinda horrible btw chicos.." Araujo said before explain the little machine people made to simulate cramps.

"Reassurance, they get really emotional during their periods" Pedri added at the end and I nodded hoping to have memorized everything.

"Flowers, chico! Don't forget the flowers" Xavi overheard the conversation making me that much more embarrassed as he petted my head and told us all to hurry for the training.

Your POV

I felt horrible for yelling at Pablo earlier but it wasn't something I could control. I woke up with stabbing pain in my stomach signaling that my period started.

I felt pain mixed with frustration that I couldn't find my medication before cramps got too bad and I took that out of my boyfriend. There is no excuse and I wanted to apologize when he gets home.

I looked at my phone around the time his training ended getting out of bed finally and cleaning up a bit after a whole day of being in bed miserable.

"Amor?" I heard my boy's voice walking into the living room where he waited for me with a large bouquet of roses and that charming smile I fell in love with.

"Are those for me?" I said unable to stop tears from falling down my cheeks. Damn hormones!

"no no no..don't cry, preciosa..por favor..they said flowers would help" Pablo rushed to hug me and I nestled into his arms taking in his familiar scent I missed so much all day before finally realizing what he had said.

"They said?" I said after pulling away little amused when I saw his cheeks gettin red as he faced me with a guilty smile on his handsome face.

"I asked for advice from the boys about um..what to do when you..um..are.." he couldn't say it with a straight face and I found that so adorable. I couldn't believe he would ask his friends for advice just to make me feel more comfortable..this boy was definitely something special.

"on my period..? I finished also a little embarrassed but happy that we got that out of the way finally.

"yeah..and so I got you these flowers...and your favorite orange dark chocolate..I made Pedri drive to the edge of town for those and um some snacks if you crave them " Pablo opened the bag showing you everything he got while you smelled the beautiful roses in your arms.

"Pablo.." I put flowers on the table before walking up to him snaking my arms around his neck while his instinctively rested on my waist as he looked down at me worried that he did something wrong..so precious.

"Yes, mi amor?" he said with a small pout and I smiled up at him.

"I love you..." I said and he kissed my lips lovingly before pulling me onto the couch saying that we are going to have a cuddling movie night which sounded perfecto to me.

"Which one preciosa? Your choice." he said going to the romantic comedies section knowing how obsessed with them I am and I felt so special knowing how much he hates to watch them but still wants to for me.

"This one!" I pointed and he played it pulling me closer and letting me get comfortable in his embrace as the move started playing.

In the middle of the movie, I started to feel cramps return but I tried to hide it until I could letting a small whimper leave my lips. Pablo immediately paused the TV turning to look at me.

"Tell me what you need amor" he said and I smiled asking if he could being me another pain medication and some chocolate since I was really craving it.

I went to the bathroom meanwhile returning to everything waiting for me and my boyfriend smiling and opening his arms for me to join him.

"Thank you cariño, you're the best boyfriend en todo el mundo" I said after taking my medication grabbing a box of chocolate before returning to my previous position.

Pablo's POV

I could tell that she was still in pain and I remembered Araujo talking about massages being really helpful with cramps. I slowly moved my hand underneath her shirt starting to rub her stomach gently at first but then applying a little more pressure while looking at her face to see if it was doing anything at all.

Her eyes were closed and she rested her head on my shoulder while breathing heavily but still not stopping my movements. I took that as a sign that it was helping so I continued to do it for awhile.

"Does that help, preciosa?" I ask after awhile noticing that she became quite sleepy appearing a lot more comfortable than few minutes ago.

"Mmmm thank you mi amor" she said and I smiled turning off the TV as the movie ended before carrying her bridal style to bed.

"I have very special cure for those mean cramps" I said before joining her in bed and moving lower to leave kisses all over her belly making her chuckle and run her figners through my hair.

"Pablito? Um..could you lay your head on my stomach? I think it will help me fall asleep" she said shyly and I smiled nodding my head before laying down on her stomach while still massaging the lower parts gently hearing her sigh in relief.

I felt so proud in that moment for being able to do something to help my girl in these moments.

"I'm so sorry about this morning..you didn't deserve that and I was horrible" she said sadly and I looked up at her tearful eyes shaking my head and capturing her lips remembering the advice about reasurance.

"Mi amor, it's okay. I hate that you have to go through this..I wish I can take all your pain away for myself right now..and I am so proud of you for telling me what you need..my good girl" I said seeing her face lit up again as out lisp collided before I returned to lay on her stomach.

"Te amo mucho Pablito" she said and I smiled kissing her stomach once more.

"Yo tambien te amo, princesa mía.." I said wishing her a goodnight before feeling myself slowly falling asleep laid on her stomach with my arms wrapped around her protectively.

[that-tmr-girl]

Kinktober (Day 26)

Sexting, Brenda

(Masterbation, toys, gag)

Brenda:I want you

Y/N:?

Brenda:You know what I mean. I want you. I want to fuck you until your legs give out

Y/N:Brenda, you can't just send me stuff like this. I’m with family right now

Brenda:And? I just have to show you one pic and you’d be all over me. Soaked and ready to go

Y/N:But you aren't sending any pics, are you?

Brenda:Then, let me tell you what I'm going to do to you. When you get home, I’m going to rip your clothes off, throw you on the bed, and fuck you until you can't even walk. I’m going to put my fingers in your tight cunt before bending you over and fucking you with the strap on

Y/N:Fuck, you're making me so wet

Brenda:Go to the bathroom

Brenda:Video

Doing as I was told, I made an excuse before leaving the table, heading up to my room instead. Locking the door, I lowered the volume as I opened the video.

It was her legs spread open, her fingers deep inside her pussy as she moaned my name. All of her was visible, with the bed being so wet it was clear she had been doing this for a while now. Her clothes were all off, her back arching as she increased the pace.

Suddenly, she screamed before finishing, her liquids spilling all over her.

Swirling her fingers around, she collected them before sitting up, rubbing them against her tits, her nipples getting harder. Punching them, she threw her head back she moaned before her hands reached for the camera, turning it off.

Getting wetter at the sight, breathing heavily, I unlocked my dresser. Pulling out what I needed, I gagged myself before taking my clothes off. Finding the dildo I keep for whenever she comes over, I grabbed it before sitting on the bed. With the phone camera sitting on the edge, I looked at it as I started pushing the toy in and out. My eyes clenched shut as I fucked myself, only thinking of her, waiting for what she was going to do to me.

With muffled moans leaving me, I clenched around the toy. Increasing my pace, I used my free hand to spread my folds, truly letting her see the way I was being penetrated. Just one of the many things she would be doing to me.

With more muffled sounds leaving me, I finished on the toy. Laying on my back, I slowly pulled it out as I kept my legs spread.

Grabbing my phone, I stopped the video with it on my face, me still gagged, and sent it.

Brenda:Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want you. I want your pussy. I need you.

Y/N:We have to wait

Brenda:Send me more than. Please? I’ll send them back

Setting up the camera again, I stood against my wall. Untying my gag, I started playing with myself, one hand on my tits and the other on my pussy. Rubbing my folds, I moaned as my juices dropped down my legs, my head thrown back as I kept thinking about her. Breathing out her name, I kept imagining the things she would do to me so soon.

That was it. That was all it took for me to cum.

Swirling my fingers around, I stuck out my tongue as I made eye contact with the camera. Putting them down my throat, I pushed them in and out before sucking on them, my lips wrapped around them.

Walking over with shaky legs, I sent the video.

Brenda:Pic

Opening it, I saw it was of her tits.

Y/N:I need more than that

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Brenda:Pic

Her soaked pussy. Her naked body in front of a mirror. Her sitting on a counter, fingers inside of her. Her staring at the camera, eyes wide as she was obviously cumming. Her fingers covered in cum. Her fingers in her throat. Her sitting on the toy, her eyes rolled back to her head.

This is so much better than family dinner.

I think she deserves another video. Or ten.

[phoniexrose02]

Vanilla Brown Pound

Tory Nichols x Black! Reader

Stud! Reader

Smutt~

Tory had Been Having a Pretty Rough Week, Between The Karate War and Multiple Jobs She'd Had Little Time to Spend With you. But She Looked Forward to Going back to school, You'd Both Missed EachOthers and she Constantly Texted you whenever she had the Time.

You Both Skips Class at the First given Opportunity, Splitting off to a Handicap Bathroom. She Shoved you into the Wall and the two of you Finally Locked Lips, She Moaned Happy in your Mouth before Finally pulling away.

"I Missed you~"

"I Can See that babe" You Wrapped your arms around her waist and Pulled her Close, She Played with your Short Locs and Smiled." How's your first day back?" Tory Shrugged letting out a Frustrated Sigh."Larusso's already Giving me Shit, You know her Fuckin' Mom showed up to me Job and got me Fired?"

"Fuck, Do you Need Help? I can Come up with the Cash-"

"No! no...I'm Fine, I just want you" You Smiled Pulling her in For another Kiss. She Moaned a bit as she Felt your Tongue Piercing."When's your Next Day Off? Let me take you out" She Huffed Shrugging, We Can Chill Tonight After my Shift"

"Good! I Got something I've been meaning show you" You gave her another Small Peck Before you Both Exited the Stall, You walked her back to Class Before returning to your own. After School you Returned Home to a Quiet Home. You'd Done Everything you could While Waiting for you Loving Girlfriend to get off Work.

Homework, YouTube, Hell you'd Even Read a Comic you'd Gotten from Demetri. But as it Grew late, you Looked out your window to reveal Darkness. You Huffed Before Grabbing your Phone Once again, you heard a Knock Before your Bedroom door Opened."Y/n? Your Friend is here" Your Little Brother Pecked his Head into the Room.

"Thanks Kenny"

You Walked past the Young man to the Front Door Revealing Yours Girlfriend...Still in her Work Clothes."I'm so Sorry Y/n, They Kept me Later than I thought" You Smiled Pulling her into a Hug."Its ok Hun, Id Rather Not go out on a School Night." You Pulled her inside Quietly Walkin' Her back to Her Room."Do you want some Clothes? You are Staying the Night Yes?" She Nodded Throwing herself onto your Bed, a Sigh of Relief Came from the Young woman as she Snuggled into your Pillows."Ugh I think I Missed your Bed More than You" You Chuckled Tossing her a Big Shirt from your Closet."I wouldn't Blame you, We've got Good memories in this thing~"

She Quickly Strip from her Uniform And Tossed them at the end of you Bed. You'd Changed your Tv from whatever you'd previously Been Watching, To a Shared Playlist the two of you had Made. You Smiled when you Look back to see her In nothing more than your Shirt and panties.

"Didn't you have something you wanted to show me?~" She Hopped back into your bed waiting for your Response."Uh yeah, But i don't Think your Ready" you Teased and She Almost Immediately straightened herself up."Oh Come on, you Seemed so Happy to show me. You know I can Take it!" She Said In a Defense State, She'd almost seemed offended By your Statement."Mm~ I don't know, it's pretty Big. I doubt you can Take it~" You Were Shocked when you pulled you into bed and trapped you Under her.

"Tell. me." You Groaned as she started to Grind against you, Tory Branded a Cocky Smile Watching your Dominant demeanor Slipping."Shit! My nightstand it's in my Nightstand" You Huffed out Holding her Hips still, You Watched She Leaned over you to the drawers and you Watch her Eyes Light up, and a light Tent appeared on her Cheeks.

"You Dirty Dog~" she pulled off your lap pulling out a Strap-on, a Rather Big one."You said we a Bigger one, So?" She gave a Horny smile Before getting off the Bed."I wanna See it On you~" you got up an as you went to toy on she quickly grabbed your Hand.

"Naked."

She Bit her Lip watching you Strip out of you Clothes an Once You'd Strapped the Toy to yours Waist, Her Face turned Red When You Turned around, The Toy Standing at attention."Fuck you Look Hot~" She Lifted her Hips pulling off her panties.

"Let's Give it a Test Run Shall We?~"

You Nodded Pulling her By the ankle to the Edge of your Bed, You Bring your hand to Her Cunt Where She immediately Soaked your Fingers."Fuck No Lube i Take it?" She Spread her legs Giving you more access to her Dripping Cunt. You Wrapped your Arms around her Thighs Rubbing the Dick between her soaked Folds, She Whimpered as he Teased her more nearly Missing her hole and Nudging her Clit. She Played with her Nibbles threw your Oversized shirt Letting out soft moans as you Soaked the toy in your Juices.

"Ready Mama's?~"

"I was Ready 5 minutes ago you Tease" She Huffed out Already Tired, You giggled Before Grabbing her Hips and slowly pushing into her Heated Mound. She'd Grabbed at your Shoulders Digging her Nails in as Slide Deeper Inside, She found Comfort in your Gently Kisses to her neck. Once you'd Fully Seated the Toy into her Cunt, she was Clinging to you For Dear Life as you Massaged at her Hips."You Good?" You Whisper Nibbling at her Neck and Ear, She Let out a Strained Hum Wrapping her legs around your Waist Tightly."Yea Just Full~"

You Pulled slowly Thrusted inside her, as she Clung and Scratched at your Naked Back her Moans Filled you Ears as you Fucked her at a steady Pace,Your Pierced Nipples Rubbed against her Clothed Ones."Fuck Give it to be Baby,Harder!~" She let her hands grasp a your Dreads as you Plowed Her Deep."Fuck, Fuck I'm Gonna Cum!~"

You Were Rewarded Her Release as she Squirted on you and the toy."Damn, Tory that Didn't take you Long at all~" you Pulled the Dick from her Pussy, and she twitched slowly Pulling off. You unstrapped letting out a Sigh of Relief as the Cold Air Hit your Warm and Throbbing Clit, an the Toy itself was pretty soaked from Tory."Your telling me? You look pretty Excited over there as well~"

You'd Usually Didn't Focus Much on you own Pleasure, Mostly just Pleasing Tory, knowing that you make her Feel this Good." I'm good Baby, I know your Tired-"

"BullShit Get Back Over Here" She Slowly Sat up hissing at the Throbbing between her legs."Tory you've been working your ass-"

"Here. Now." Your Cheeks Warmed an you slowly Nuzzles into her Embrace, You Laid side to side and you Jerked When Both of you Wet Pussy's Touched.You Both Laid Legs Tangled and Face to Face, Tory Held you Waist Close to yours, Grind Both of your Clits.She pulled you into a Kiss as you Arched into her an let your Hands Roam Under Her Shirt.

You Grasped and Played with her Boobs Making her Moan into your mouth an Playing with your Pierced Tongue. You Two Grinded into each other Chasing your Orgasms."God~ it's so Fuckin' Wet~" She Giggled and lifted your legs to her Waist, softly Humping at you clit More.

You Let out a Quiet Sob as you Scissored Both your Wet Pussy's an you Shivered Making Tory Smirk."Got your Legs Shaking already My Love?~" you couldn't respond as she sped up."Fuck! Fuck Tory!~" You Two Seemed to move in Sync as you Cum Mixing you Juices as Tory Follows Close Behind."See, Now we can Both Rest Easy~" she pants out and you pulled up your Covers and you Both fell to Sleep Cuddling EachOther Close.

Cobra Kai 🐍

[shadowthorne]

I guess it's a good time to announce that I got a puppy! We adopted her three days ago. She's fourteen weeks old now, and allegedly a germen shepherd/ leonberger mix. She's already about 30 pounds and huge.

He name is ATV, or Attie for short 💕

She was from an accidental litter on a hobby farm, her momma is an outdoor livestock guardian, so at 14 wks old, she has never been in a house, played with toys, rode in a car, gone to the vet, worn a collar or walked on a leash, or taken a bath, nor is she used to all the sounds that come with city living. She was extremely shut down when she got home, but she's already blossoming and opening up so well!

She's silly, she's sweet and gentle. She has started following me around like a little shadow and she's getting so brave and gaining confidence so fast. We went from having to carry her in and outside, to her walking on a leash the entire way and sniffing and exploring. At first, when she saw someone or something scary, she would try to bolt, now she sits down and looks up at me, sees that I'm calm, and proceeds to watch calmly too. We ran across the same maintenance guy (a big guy in a reflective vest with little flags and a noisy walkie) a couple of times and the most recent time she even gave him a little, covert sniff while we were walking by. So she's doing great!

She's also figuring out that toys are really fun! She likes to gather them all into one place and proceed to play with all of them in turn. She figured out that if she steps on one, it'll squeak, and she squeaks back at it 😂

She's curious about the cats, but afraid of Marble, who gave her a good growl when she first got here, so she's very respectful of his space. They've shared a few covert sniffs when the other isn't looking. Sinn got a little too excited and ran right up to sniff her nose on the first day and she got scared and helped, and he's been taking that personally... But he's venturing out of the room he was hiding in as we speak to observe from that cat tree.

Our biggest hurdle right now is potty training and sleeping through the night. I expected potty training to be rough, since she's lived outside her whole life. What I wasn't expecting is that she would hold it literally until she can't hold it anymore, even if we're going outside every other hour so she can try... She can definitely hold her bladder all night, which is impressive for a baby, let alone one used to peeing wherever and whenever, but it makes it really hard to figure out when she needs to go and how to encourage her to go outside instead of inside. Plus she has no vaccines on board, so we have to be very careful where we take her, so longer potty walks to help encourage her to go aren't an option right now.

The crate is also very scary... She's happy to go in it during the day, but at night she freaks out a little. She's ended up sleeping locked in the bathroom both nights, which isn't the worst set up, and somehow much less scary to her?? She settled down on the tile and goes to sleep pretty fast honestly. So we're feeding her in her crate and giving her treats and toys in there and trying to make that a fun spot for her

[she4everyone]

I've been trying to find some toe-curling and sheet-gripping smut bc I think I read it all. So this is my attempt to please myself.

Fuck Andrew

Dean Winchester x Female OC

Warnings: Smut (porn w/o plot) unprotected sex (please don't be like them), OC cheats with Dean, overstimulation, cunnilingus, face sitting

Spelling and grammar are not my strong suits

The attraction had always been there but was greatly ignored. Dean and Sonya had somewhat of an understanding. She helped out whenever needed and never pried on the boys' personal life. Dean felt as if he could trust her during hunts and Sonya felt the exact same. Although she would never admit it, Dean Winchester having some faith in her made all giddy inside. Sonya would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Dean. The older Winchester was a big-time hunter who demons feared, who knew how to please a woman, and who would move heaven and earth for the people he loved. I mean who wouldn't want that. After Dean had saved her from being the next ghost they hunted, she grew a little crush.

~

"Sonya get your ass inside this bunker," Dean says, watching Sonya look for an abandoned vehicle.

"I have to get home. Andy'll be worried. I'll just find a car," She explains, crossing her arms in front of her chest and locking eyes with the green-eyed man.

"Andrew is a grown man. He can go a night without you, princess," Dean retorts placing a hand in his pants pocket.

"I have to agree with Dean on this one. Andy is not a child who needs his mommy 25/8," Sam interjects as he unlocks the bunker’s entrance.

"You're right. He can go one more night without me," she agrees, following behind the brothers as they enter the bunker.

Once inside, Dean shows Sonya to her room and bathroom, allowing her to finally get a good shower. Sonya takes her time in the shower thinking about how she would explain to Andy why she hadn't come home immediately. After getting out of the shower Sonya sees one of Dean's grey tee shirts folded neatly on the bed next to a pair of sweats.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this too much," Sonya thinks to herself as she puts the shirt on.

It smells of laundry detergent but still has a hint of Dean on it. She reaches for the sweats and puts them on but they start to slip off.

"I guess I'm not wearing any pants," she mumbles as she leaves the room.

Even though it was around 1 AM Sonya was craving something sweet. She walks into the kitchen and looks in all the cabinets. Surprisingly the boys didn't have the sweets she was craving, but they had the ingredients for blueberry muffins.

"Jackpot," she softly exclaims, hoping not to disturb the boys. She gathers the flour, melted butter, sugar, baking powder, salt, blueberries, and eggs. Sonya puts her earbuds in and combines the ingredients while dancing to her favorite songs.

"It just goes on and on in the back of my mind. Do you remember the time when we fell in love? Do you remember the time when we first met, girl?" She sings softly while combining the flour, baking soda, sugar, and salt for her flour mixture. Once combined she folds in the frozen blueberries.

Surprisingly, the boys also had muffin tins, which happened to be on a very high shelf. Sonya assumed Sam and Dean had been sleeping so she ignored the fact Dean's shirt rode up her waist as she reached for the pan. Of course, she knew her ass was on display, all she was wearing was a thong, but once again, she believed she was all alone.

"I didn't believe you when you said you had a tramp stamp," Dean remarks, arms crossed and smirking as he leans against the door. Sonya's butterfly tattoo centered in the middle of her waist slightly above her ass was on full display.

"Why are you up?" She asks placing the batter in the tins occasionally looking up at Dean.

"Couldn't sleep and then I thought I was going crazy because I heard the soft singing of Do You Remember the Time by Michael Jackson," he explains as he walks closer to Sonya.

Sonya giggles at Dean's comments as she places the muffins in the oven.

"Just had to come and see the source?" She asks turning around to face him and leaning over the counter.

"Something like that. What's keeping you up?" He questions looking deeply into her eyes.

"I was craving something sweet. Plus, I just don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight," she explains, biting her lip and twiddling her thumbs.

"You're thinking about that jackass, aren't you? If the thought of explaining why you had to crash at your friend's place induces anxiety, I gotta say you're probably not with the right guy," he says taking a seat on the island.

"He's all I know. We've been together since high school. I don't know anyone but him. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to move on. It sucks but sticking with what you know is easy," Sonya explains resting her cheek in her palm. She looks up at Dean waiting for him to respond.

"That's the good thing about being young. You have time to move on and meet new people," he informs her with a smile.

"You really dislike Andy, don't you," she jokes putting the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Andrew doesn't deserve what he's got," Dean shoots back.

"He works hard at his job. He's an incredible teacher," she says.

"I'm not talking about his job. I'm talking about you. He doesn't deserve to get you and then treat you like shit," Dean reveals as he walks up behind Sonya.

He places his hands on the counter, locking her in the space. He leans forward a little letting his lips brush against her neck.

"Dean," she says weakly, dropping the bowl in the sink and shutting her eyes.

"There's a sea of great men out there who'd kill for you. Give them a chance. There's one right here," he pleads, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. His arms snake around her waist as he holds onto her.

"Dean, if we go down this path we'll never be the same," Sonya explains.

"I don't wanna watch you be miserable with him when I know I could make you happier," he informs, turning her around.

Dean softly kisses Sonya, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other holds onto her cheek. He breaks the kiss to kiss around her neck.

"Dean," she gasps as she wraps one leg around Dean's waist, her back arching against the counter.

He makes his way back to her lips and begins to kiss her with more force. Biting down on her bottom lip, signaling her to open her mouth. Dean's tongue enters Sonya's mouth and swirls with hers as his hand sneaks under her shirt and grabs a hold of one of her breasts. His fingers twist and pinch her nipple as he continues to kiss every part of her he has access to. The two break apart gasping for air.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asks looking deeply into Sonya's eyes once again.

"More than anything," she responds, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck.

Dean begins to kiss and nibble on her neck praying that he was leaving marks. Letting everyone know she was his now. His fingers begin to trail down her body and stop at the fabric covering her clit. Sonya lets out a sharp inhale, the quick touch causing her to get wetter than she already was.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties," he says as he rubs light circles over her covered clit.

"Dean," she says in a shaky tone.

"What do you want?" Dean asks as he continues to rub circles over her clit and gradually adds pressure. Her leg that wasn't wrapped around Dean felt like jello at this point. He was the only thing keeping her steady at this point.

"I want to sit on your face," she says not understanding where the confidence came from.

"Okay, angel," he says letting go of her.

Dean gets down on one and kisses the inside of Sonya's thighs. Pulling her panties off at an excruciatingly slow pace, hoping that it was painful for her. He places her panties in his pocket the gets back up. The immeasurable amount of excitement coursing through his veins was unbearable. In just a few seconds, the goddess that is Sonya would be sitting on his face as he pulled as many orgasms out of her as he could.

Sonya was now confused until she saw Dean taking everything off the counter.

"I'd push them off to make everything super sexy, but I don't need Sammy walking in on this," he explains while he removes the last bowl.

Dean walks back over to Sonya and grabs the backside of her legs. She wraps them around Dean, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him with everything she has. He sets her down next to the island and then lays down on the island. He sits up to help Sonya on top of him then lays back down.

She makes her way toward Dean's face and places a knee on each side of Dean's head. He grabs a hold of her hips on and swirls his tongue around her clit. It causes her back to arch and pushes her pussy further onto Dean's face. He starts sucking on her clit making Sonya moan then quickly covers her mouth.

At this stage, Sonya had more control than Dean and began grinding her pussy onto Dean’s face. He motions for Sonya to keep rocking back and forth so she does. She moves faster and faster with each passing second. Dean maneuvers his tongue to slip into her pussy and taste as much of her as he can. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building in her lower stomach. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Dean I'm-" she exclaims as she leans forward to grip onto the island.

She grinds with all the force she has as she starts to come undone. The knot in her stomach starts to unravel and her legs begin to shake. She places one of her fists in her mouth hoping it'll silence her. Dean raises his arms to secure the back of Sonya's head as he gets up. He lays her on her back and gets off the island.

"What's going on?" Sonya asks, as sits up and rests on her elbows. Dean stands at the end and wraps his arms around Sonya's thighs, pulling her closer to him. He sucks on her clit and runs his index and middle finger along her slit.

"Fuck," shoots past her lips as she falls back.

Dean slides his fingers into her pussy and curls them in search for her g-spot.

"Do you think you could give me another," he asks as he pulls his fingers halfway out then slides them back in.

"Yes, yes please!" She whispers as she arches her back and pushes her hips forward.

Dean goes back to sucking on her clit loving how it affects her. How sweet she tasted, and how it would never be enough, no matter how much of her he got. He needed Sonya liked he needed air at this point. There was absolutely no way she would ever go back to Andy. Not as long as Dean was around.

He curls his fingers again but this time Sonya clenches around them as the pressure becomes intense again. She knows she close but she's too high to even tell Dean. He swirls his tongue around her clit once again and that was all it took. Sonya's legs wrap around Dean's head as she starts to unravel. Her eyes roll into the back or her head and she covers her mouth because this feeling was much more intense.

"Holy shit," Sonya pants.

Dean pulls her legs to bring her closer to him. He helps her sit up and kisses her softly. The kiss is tender and loving, a complete contrast to the actions he committed just a few moments ago.

"You did amazing," he tells her while caressing her cheek.

"You weren't lying when you said you knew a thing or two," she remarks running her hand down Dean's chest.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," he says while shooting Sonya a questioning look.

Her hand slips into Dean's boxers and she rubs the tip of Dean's cock. She spreads the precum all over the tip then begins to slowly jerk Dean's cock.

"Fuck, Sonya," he mumbles against her lips as he begins to kiss her.

Sonya wraps her legs around Dean's waist pulling him flush against her. Her hand starts jerking Dean off with quick motions causing Dean to start to lose it. All he could think about is if her hand has him feeling like this what would her pussy do.

"Fuck me," she says against his lips as she pulls his sweats and boxers down in a swift motion. She opens her legs and rubs the tip of Dean's cock along her slit, spreading her wetness all over it. Dean grabs the base of his cock and slaps his tap against Sonya's clit.

"Say it again," he demands as he just barley pushes the tip of his cock into Sonya's dripping wet pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, Dean," she repeats as she pushes her hips forward causing Dean to entire her more.

With that Dean became a madman. He slipped his cock inside giving slow and shallow teasing strokes before giving her what she wanted. He quickened his pace fucking her with force and angling his tip to hit her g-spot. Moans and ineligible words were spilling out of Sonya's mouth as the best sex she had ever had was taking place. Dean's cock fit perfectly inside Sonya, as if one was the missing piece to the other's puzzle. Dean throws Sonya's legs over his should giving himself better access. He also mutter incomparable words under his breath.

One of his hand starts to abuse Sonya's clit, rubbing it in fast circles, wanting to feel her clench around him, while the other grabs onto her neck. He pulls her up by the neck in order to kiss her.

"You're so fucking good Dean," she mumbles against his lips as she once again feels that intense pressure, but this time it was much stronger.

"You want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy," he asks as he feels himself getting closer by the second.

"Yes, yes please," she instantly replies. Within a matter of seconds Sonya does something she had never done before. She shuts her eyes, going limp as she begins to squirt all over Dean.

He continues to fuck her, loving how good he was able to make her feel.

"Just like that Sonya, you're doing so fucking well," he says as he fucks her through her orgasm. As her walls begin to tighten around Dean he knows he's done for. After a couple more strokes Dean cums inside Sonya, falls on top of her with his cock still inside.

"I don't have words to describe how amazing that was," she says as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't have any either," he says as his hand slips under her shirt once again feeling for her nipples.

"Next time I want you completely naked and I want to hear every sound you make," Dean informs as he pulls out of her. Some of his cum begins to leak out of Sonya's pussy and he quickly kneels down to lick it up. As he does Sonya runs her fingers through his hair.

"Too busy fucking to smell something's burning. I was able to smell it in my sleep," Sam says in an annoyed tone as he pulls the muffins out of the oven. He turns back around and heads to his room.

Once Sam is gone Dean gets back up and the two laugh. After trying their very best to be quiet they still woke up the moose. Dean kisses Sonya again, allowing her to taste how good they are together.

"So you're dumping shitface right," Dean asks he carrys Sonya bridal style.

"I'd be a fool not to," she retorts as she wraps her arms around his neck. Dean walks to his bedroom and lays Sonya onto the bed. The two cuddle until the next morning when they go to her shared apartment with Andy to pick up her stuff.

[kittenwalker]

This may sound silly but could you write something along the lines of Evan dating a plus size instagram model? Where she usually is very confident and never lets the hate and negative comments get to her but one day she caves and reads through them and starts feeling insecure, as if she doesn’t deserve Evan because she’s not thin and in shape, kind of getting distant and finally Evan is like what is up and basically makes her talk to him and she tells him and he gets so upset (not at her but at the situation) and he is like it doesn’t matter to me and tells her how effin beautiful she is and how he loves her curves and the extra cushion on her etc. not really angst but he’s very much “you’re going to listen to me” and “you don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t like and if I should or shouldn’t get to be with you, that’s my choice” if any of this makes sense??? Lol I just feel it’s very much something Evan would do in this situation but I can’t put it in words very well 😩 thank you lovely xx 💕

notes : god I'm so slow with the requests recently and I'm so sorry, am not in the best mental state rn so yea sorry again! Thanks for all the support and great ideas yall have given, rmb you are all greatly appreciated in life! <3

Okay just a little peak won’t hurt right? Wrong, it hurts Y/n a lot. Who knew she would go down this road again as she told herself she would never give in to reading them.

-

Back in highschool, Y/n was shamed for being big in size because everyone surrounding her was fit and curvy. She got bullied by those boys in her class every time she walked past them. All those negative remarks really affected her, she would always come home and just cry in the shower. Faking a smile everywhere she went, to say the least, those few years weren’t really nice to her. Until she found her worth and it changed her.

Y/n realised her worth and wouldn’t let anymore nasty comments get to her. She also decided to start eating healthier and exercise more regularly as she realised maybe her old diet wasn’t really the best. Y/n did this for her own health benefits and not to show people that she became ‘ skinnier ‘ as she had no interest in that. She was confident in the body she was living in and her confidence really earned her a lot. A wonderful career and a caring boyfriend.

Starting her modelling career really made her happy, she felt loved by the people around her and she even found a special person along the way. Evan really made her feel good about herself, he accepted Y/n for being herself. Whenever she was in doubt of herself Evan would prove her wrong. Even when she thought everything was perfect and was finally being accepted, so then Y/n read her comments on her first instagram modelling advertisement. Wrong move because it made her go back into that dark place, but thank god for Evan. He comforted her and told her she wasn’t impressing anyone and that it was her body. He made her feel safe again and Y/n swore to Evan she would never read those nasty comments again.

-

Well we’re back to square one aren’t we? 

Y/n couldn’t help herself, she started to feel insecure again and instead of discussing it with Evan, she went back to her comment sections. 

She caved, so when Evan wasn’t at home she locked the bathroom door and scrolled through the ugly things the internet said about her. Starting with her instagram account, going to her recent post she clicked the comment sections and her eyes were now exposed again.

‘ How did she even get this job? She’s literally so ugly ‘

‘ I think I can be the the face for Victoria Secret if she can get a modelling career ‘

‘ Does anyone actually take her seriously? ‘

‘ Bella hadid wannabe ‘

The comments were somehow worse than what it was before. Don’t these people realise that there is no difference if you are ‘ big ‘, ‘ small ‘ or ‘ perfect ‘ ? We are all bones and skeletons on the inside. Still, they managed to get into Y/n’s head, making her start to believe them. She also couldn’t stop reading them, it was like her drug. So she went to twitter next but she should have known that it was worse over there.

Y/n did the same process, but the comments in this app really made her doubt everything. The rude people were now coming at her for her relationship with Evan.

‘ There is no way she’s dating Evan ‘

‘ Okay I love Evan, but seriously is he blind? So many women in the world and he chose her? ‘

‘ Emma was definitely the prettier one, no doubt should've just stayed with her. ‘

Y/n vision blurred the more she scrolled, the whole bathroom filled with her sorrow. Her face was stained with ugly tears, crying until her eyes were all puffed up. The comments were starting to brainwash her, her thoughts making her insane. ‘ What if they’re right? ‘ ‘ Maybe I’m just a game for Evan to get over Emma, ' Y/n thought to herself. The world treated her differently just because society said her body type was hideous, and that was so unfair. 

The more she thought about those words, the more it affected her. Yea she could just stop thinking about it as everyone says, but it’s much easier said than done. It was like a drug, it was addicting. Once you start you can’t stop, no matter if it benefits you or harms you. So Y/n kept reading them, thinking maybe this was the truth, maybe to make her understand the hard and ugly truth. 

She kept reading the comments that were criticising their relationship, saying how Emma was a way better partner. Until she heard keys rattling and footsteps entering, she realised it was Evan coming back home from his grocery run. 

‘ No shit, Evan can’t know I relapsed. He’s going to be mad if he found out what I was reading about. ‘ Y/n mentally yelled at herself

She quickly got off the floor and rinsed her face so she would look fresher. Evan cannot know about what happened today, so she obviously didn’t speak a single word about the situation or how she was feeling. Instead she let her thoughts eat her up, making her think she didn’t deserve him. So of course it resolved to Y/n ignoring and avoiding Evan, but he started to notice it.

-

Y/n was getting cold and distant with Evan, he could tell as she smiled less around him and Y/n was always the lovey dovey type so when something was off Evan would know. He knows her like she was at the back of his hand, he could read her like an open book. Evan thought maybe she was just tired, but her coldness kept going on for days until he needed to break the silence.

During dinner today, he decided to confront the problem. Evan thought watching a movie while eating take-out would maybe bring them closer together and make Y/n feel more comfortable with confessing about what’s wrong. So that’s what he did, now they’re on the couch eating chinese take-out while watching a Marvel movie. The television screen shined onto them in the dark room, making Evan focus on Y/n’s face. The more he looked at her, the sooner he realised she looked absolutely tired. Tired of what he didn’t quite figure out yet, but she had dark eye bags and she looked like she’s completely fazed out, not even focusing on the movie. This was also her most adored Marvel movie, no matter how many times she watched it, Y/n would squeal over the same moments. Deciding this silence should be broken, Evan switched off the television and stood up to activate the lights.

“ Y/n what is wrong? You can’t hide it anymore, these few days just seem off. You aren’t yourself, but you also wouldn’t want to discuss what has been bothering you.” Evan frustratedly said

Y/n just sat there in guilt, guilty she had been caught and had to go through this all again. She never wanted to burden Evan with her stupid overthinking thoughts. He already had so much on his plate, Y/n didn’t want to add more and make it overflow. But she couldn’t change a determined Evan’s mind when he knew that something was wrong. So she just sat there, staring at the ground as a tear slipped out, resulting in a whole breakdown. Making Evan immediately soften and run to her side to comfort her.

“ Shh you’re alright, tell me what’s disturbing you when you're ready alright? Just breathe in and out to calm down first. “ Evan patted Y/n’s back

As Y/n’s sobs stopped and her breathing started to stabilise, she took one deep breath in and faced Evan. After her episode, she mustered up the courage to confess. The words came dripping out, Evan just listened, not interrupting once. Y/n told him everything, the insecurity to the comments and then to the doubt of their relationship because of how she looked. She could tell he was sad, his eyes were full of sorrow not for her thinking their relationship would fail, more of because of how she thought of herself. Y/n’s self-image made Evan feel like he failed in making her feel beautiful and think positively. 

“ Then I heard you coming back home and quickly washed up to seem fine. I’m sorry I kept this from you for so long, I just… didn’t want you to get mad I relapsed. “ Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she looked down.

Evan hooked his thumb under her chin and brought her face to look at him. He brushed off the remains of her tears, placing a kiss on each of her eyes. Y/n’s eyes were sore, tired from crying so much, Evan gave them each a kiss to warm them and assure them they aren’t going to spill anymore. Now it was time to reassure Y/n, to tell her the real truth. That she’s beautiful no matter what and that she won’t have to feel this way ever again.

“ Y/n, you’re going to listen to me.I know social media can be quite daunting and brainwashing sometimes. But you don’t need to listen to them, you just need to know that you are perfect inside and outside. The people in the screen haven’t even met you and already judged you, so don’t put so much thought into those strangers. Y/n, you are perfect and the sweetest person ever so don’t put a piece of mind to those who judged the books by their covers. They are just insecure themselves, that’s why they have to pull someone else down to feel better about themselves. And about the doubt in our relationship, you don’t have the right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. Like getting with you is my choice because I think you’re a wonderful lady, I love you Y/n. Plus I love your curves and cushion, it makes a nice pillow. “ Evan ended it with a joke, making Y/n giggle.

“ But- “

“ Nope no buts, no talking back because everything I said is true and I would never take it back.” 

A smile slowly formed onto her lips, who knew she could get this lucky with a man like Evan. Y/n snuggled her way into the crook of Evan’s neck, where it was safe and warm. He kissed the top of her head and mumbled.

“ Emma is nothing compared to you, you’re greater and everything she wasn’t. Now if you still don’t believe my love for you, let me show it to you. “

Evan grabbed the back of Y/n’s neck and made her look up into his darkened eyes. His gaze fell to her lips, oh was he drooling over the sight of her plumped red lips. Jeez was she not going to be able to walk the next day.

[sevarix-blogs]

Is there something annoying your dog does? My dog always pushes the bathroom door open whenever someone is in there (there’s no knob) and one time I had a friend over and my dog pushed the door down when they used it 😅😅😅😅

oh no!! that's pretty embarrassing haha

molly is an extremely good girl who rarely is annoying. but she does have a few bad habits.

she takes forever to find a place to poop. she gets distracted eating grass and weeds (😔) and then sniffs and goes in circles forever until she finally poops. it's annoying when I'm in a rush to get her back inside (like cold/rainy/neighbor dog is barking at her/etc).

she also pulls on her leash when we go for walks. like REALLY hard. when we first get out the door she tries to launch herself off the front porch while i attempt to lock the door. one time my finger got wrapped in the leash and when she pulled it sprained my finger. she keeps up a fast pace and tries to run during the first part of our walk. i walk fast anyway so it's not too bad. she can be hard to control sometimes though when we go to the vet or groomers. I'm probably stronger bc of her lol

she also loves food to a dangerous degree at times. she will eat random food she finds on trash day that fell out of a trashcan. a few times on walks I've had to pry her mouth open and pull out something she was attempting to swallow whole. one time it was a biscotti cookie... this girl will eat anything

one last thing. and this isn't something she can control so i don't blame her for it at all. but it does get annoying. she sheds a TON. like petting her it starts snowing little hairs all over the place. when she shakes it's like a puff of hair comes off her. when she runs i can see it flying off her. but it's just part of having a double coated dog. i just vacuum a lot lol

anyway all dogs will have their quirks. i feel very lucky that molly is such a good girl all the time. i forgive her bad habits 😌

[someonesrealityshifting]

word count: 1030

content warnings: angst (i think?) and slight bit fluff (i think?), gender neutral reader, can be read as romantic or platonic, Mattheo Riddle x Reader

"It's not that simple," he murmured, watching you pull out your little first-aid kit. You don't reply.

Soon, you were sitting on the bathroom counter, Mattheo between your knees. His hands were resting on your thighs, kneading softly like he was trying to calm himself down. You had an alcohol swab in hand and were carefully wiping the blood and dirt away from his eyebrow and lip. He hissed when the swab bumps the open wound and you cringed apologetically.

"This bit won't feel nice," you said softly, tearing open a new, clean pad. "I'm not letting you get an infection."

Mattheo just stared at you; you were eye level with him from your place on the counter, and he took the opportunity to just... look. He hissed again when the swab touched his eyebrow and his fingers tightened slightly on your thighs, but he didn't flinch away.

He hated how angry you looked, how hurt. And he hated that it was his fault. "I'm sorry you have to do this again," he whispered, looking between your eyes.

"I'd rather be the one to do it than you go anywhere else," you said quietly, your lips barely moving as you focused on his wounds. You sorted through the first aid bag and pulled out a butterfly bandage. You were careful with the application; you'd gotten quite good at it the last few months.

You and Mattheo had been friends since first year, when he'd gotten on the train and told you your eyes burned with anarchy. He said it meant you were wild, like a horse, and you'd been inseparable since.

But some time in fourth year, he'd started hanging out with an overtly cruel Ravenclaw girl named Marie. He said it was because she was smart and she helped him study, but you thought it was something else. It was sixth year before you'd finally convinced him to spend less time with her, but he seemed to almost relapse after a month or two, no matter what you did.

So since you couldn't stop him, you just made sure to help him whenever possible.

He admired the determination in your eyes as you helped him. You looked at him like he was something important, something worth fixing. He wanted to explain himself, he wanted to explain why he stayed friends with the girl who so often hit and hurt him and called it 'good fun'. But he didn't know. He legitimately didn't know.

You stayed on the counter when you were done, and you finally met his eyes. You watched him for a minute, searching, and he felt like you could see inside his soul. He couldn't tell if that was good or not.

"How is it not that simple?" you finally asked, your hands clasped in your lap.

Mattheo blinked and seemed caught off guard despite knowing the question was coming. "I've known her a long time," he said finally, and brushed his thumb over the soft fabric of your sleep pants to comfort himself.

"You've known your dad a long time," you countered, unbothered by the affection. Mattheo was a cuddler, plain and simple. And it was nice, because you were, too. "You cut him off."

"That's- that's different," he said, shaking his head. "My father hurt a lot of people. He deserved it. He deserved worse."

You watched him carefully as he spoke; at the way he was looking down at the tile instead of up at your face, at the way his hands seemed to tremble on your legs.

"Look at me," you said softly, placing your hands on top of his. He looked up, his eyes difficult to read but not impossible; you've known him far too long for that.

"Remember when I made you watch The Perks of Being a Wallflower?" you asked as you brushed your thumbs over the backs of his hands, mirroring his actions on your legs. He nodded after a minute, thinking back and clearly trying to remember the plot of the film.

"We accept the love we think we deserve," you quoted, keeping your gaze locked on his eyes. He blinked, not understanding what you were getting at.

"Your father hurt a lot of people, including you," you repeated solemnly. "And she hurts mostly you. And you see it as different because you don't believe that her hurting you is reason enough to cut her off. But if I told you she was hurting me, you'd never speak a kind word to her again."

He stared at you, his eyes wide and glassy as they well with tears. He knew it was true, and it fucked his head. Your shoulders sagged slightly at the look on his face and you lifted one hand to hold his jaw oh-so gently. You sat there for a moment, just holding his face and making sure he was listening, before whispering, "You're worth protecting, too."

The sincerity in your voice seemed to snap something in his chest and he buried his face in yours, silently sobbing. You held him all the while, rocking ever so slightly as your hands took turns, one in his hair and one rubbing soothing circles on his back. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; all you knew was that by the time he was finally done crying, your butt was numb.

He pulled away and looked at you, his eyes puffy and glassed over. They traced over your face and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He squeezed your thighs gently, conveying all he needed to.

"No more Marie," you said softly and firmly, brushing the last tear from his cheek. "You deserve better love."

"No more Marie," Mattheo croaked, staring at you with absolute love and adoration in his eyes.

"Do you wanna stay here tonight?" you asked softly, sliding off the counter onto shaky legs. He just nodded and held your hand, unwilling to let you go.

You spent the rest of the night in your dorm, watching movies and eating candy until you fell asleep in each other's arms.

He stopped talking to Marie after that.

@shiftingwithmars don't get mad I haven't posted about him today

"Your face..."

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"You said she was your friend. Is this really how your friends treat you?"

[fritzysawesome]

My blog is my own dark little internet chasm and I believe all my thoughts are safely locked away within the minds of strangers. People can hear my voice without the consequences of knowing my name. I almost got kicked out the other night. Well, technically I WAS kicked out but only for a temporal period. I got into a fight with my mom while she was drunk. It was over nothing. But, it seemed like with each fight we got in as the days went by, my world was shriveling and I could feel all our problems compress me to where i could no longer breathe. As we went back and forth, and she relayed the same rants about all the issues it seemed every person caused for her, I felt the weight get heavier. I won't go through all her turmoil but it's all reasonable to be upset over. Yet, she is so self destructive these problems have been conspiring for years and years. So i reached my breaking point after multiple failed attempts to distance myself from the crescendoing arguments, and i shrieked as loud as I could and ran outside. It was around 11:30pm at the time, and the winds still cherished some of summers fleeting warmth. I first turned my attention to the mini rotting picnic table that sat on our patio, and I ripped off planks and tore them to shreds. I then fell to the ground, weeping. I pulled my hoodie close to me and cried for a while, before getting distracted by the stars and the waxing moon.

A couple months ago, I was a camp counselor for some 10 year old girls, and on the final night, as we gave final goodnight hugs, I was bawling my eyes out. One of my campers, with kinky blonde hair and the sweetest eyes, came up to me and held me tight. Her name was Nora. She then told me to look up with a point, and I followed her finger to the sky. "whenever your sad, look up at the stars and remember the wonderful weeks we had at camp". I don't know who or what hurt this poor young girl to where she seek refuge in the stars, but in this moment i relished in her same sanctuary. I curled up for warmth, considering sleeping on the cool concrete already. Until the door creaked open, and my little 5 pound dog came pattering out, followed by a slam. Moments after the porch lights were shut off, and I realized I had been forgotten. Peter, my dog sniffed around the corpse of his mother before trotting off into the grass gracefully ignorant. At the time, I was convinced my mother had just let him out to use the bathroom, because leaving a dog like him outside meant with almost defined certainty he would become owl bait. But to my surprise, when i tried the knob of the back door, it had been locked. A feeling of dread built in me. I could survive outside for a night, probably at the nearby playground, but what would I do with my poor baby? The only option I could think of was beg her to take him in for at least a night. I go over to grab Peter before he speeds away from my arms, assuming i'm playing a game. Sobs choke back up in my throat, as i start to verbally plead for him to come to me. I chase him barefoot in the yard, weeping out his name to no avail. He barks and jumps around absolutely ecstatic for my attention. I fall to my knees, succumbing to tears as i drunkenly ramble my pleads to him. When i composed myself, i went over to turn on the spickett, as running water will usually fascinate him enough to drink. No. I grab the broken piece of picnic table, hoping to root a game of tug a war. No. At last, I resort to begging once again, with no faith left in me. But, as if he finally could read my mind, when i reached out for him, he came willingly and I scooped him into my arms. I moved down to my mothers bedroom window, which she always had unlocked due to getting hot at night. I pry it open and gently place peter down inside before crawling in behind him. I hear my mother call out "hello?" in frustrated surprise. "You aren't allowed in here" she says as I enter kitchen she inhabited. To brief over the rest, we got into another screaming match on how she called my father to come get me, and that i needed to get all my shit and get out.

Dog too. I sobbed and begged to stay, as my father lives 45 minutes away and it would destroy all my junior year plans, socially, educationally and otherwise. I knew she wouldnt let me take anything she bought, but luckily my girlfriend sources most of my clothes. I grab some trash bags out of the kitchen and run upstairs throwing everything i can fit into them. My plan was to throw the bags out my window so my mother wouldnt stop me from taking some things. By the time my dad got there, her drunk brain had a new thought. She told me to either tell my dad to help us financially or else he would never see me again, or to go live with him and basically forfeit any relationship with my mother. My dad cheated on my mom when I was a baby and theres a million other stories within that but, with all things considered I chose the former. But through my tears, my dad knew that the words came from my mother. He stormed inside furious and screamed at my mother as i desperately tried to avoid this escalating any further. I succeeded for the most part, getting my dad to leave and keeping either of them from calling the cops. After it was all over my mom hugged me and told me that i needed to be stronger, and thats the only reason she did was she did. I went to bed but haven't felt right about any of it since.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

7.24.22 Wednesday

6:45 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen went out last night going to work? Plus, biological mother went out with them as well...

Me? Well,like what I said I'm not happy and not satisfied being flatten this way... My heart is not happy, it is a mixed emotions of everything. Worst! I still feel fat,old and ugly just for nothing.... This is still not my ideal life.. But then again I do appreciate doing "home improvement" coz I feel embarass on my old friends and some people who got good house and lives... I'm a college graduate but then I can't get success even in call center. I feel envious even on my other half-sisters but not on Maco and RV.

But it sadden me as well that they can't help me even on money....Gets? Coz of their "tight budgeting" as well.

I really pity these "adoptive parent's" most specially this Aunt Teresa who has a white spots not only on her left neck but as well on some parts of her right lower shoulder (clavicle/ collar bone) that makes me worry seriously....

I feel envious on women having perfectly fit body and they are able to make friends and get success in life. But me? Always flatten and my small world is not that upper....

I was always ohkay on being a "flat top" where I can go anywhere and buy everything that I want. That small world is what I'm dreaming of the "flat top" but shining only on its righful crowd or circle of genuine friends. But I dream of something a silverish " flat top".

I dream to be an artist on screen where my chances on getting my better half who really do speak English or a particular prince or prince-like will be able to see me... But I hope being a streamer is fine,where I can be famous to have Garret-Garret or Ash... I still love my cousin-white but that spot is somehow a bitterish ending. He is the one who can save me from this stagnant situation "for so long" ( sa haba ng panahon or ang tagal2x na hanggang ngayon ).

Home Improvement,matters...

8:08 am

"Home Enhancement" Must be appreciated for now...

8:17 am

Good thing Uncle Jun is here to be a chef... Uncle Jun cooked a breakfast for today. Wow! We are having breakfast, "after a long time" ( pagkatapos ng mahabang panahon ) hahah... That is the proper lifestyle,angels...

My Uncle and Aunt ( adoptive parent's ) were slighly almost slipped on the entrance floor of going to the bathroom...

We are not yet back,angels...

8:54 am

Uncle DD is somehow strange for not leaving their house key...We need to use the bathroom. Uncle Jun is suggesting something that we can use their bathroom. Our bathroom here is clogged weirdly on and off....

Strange behaviour of Uncle DD...

9:06 am

Additionally, the dog food of Neko is inside their house...

Thanks Maco for the latte... hahah

9:49 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel envious even on some people on TV, for being the unfair leader, some people on TV. It is just the same whether it is on or off the screen there are some unfair group of people....

11:27 am

Flash back of my baby John...

His toys... I spent my money on this baby-John...His very first dinosaur... He had toys every now and then, whenever one got damaged, I will buy him a new one... His growing up years with me...

12:50 noon

Still,have windblow...

I just figured out the Uncle DD is the main driver of Aunt Teresa somehow...

Uncle DD portrayed his new house here so good... It is locked, he knew that we need to use the bathroom...

5:32 pm

Still,have windblow...

Not happy being flatten and no job...I need to get a career... I wonder where are my old guilty friends? Or Mitch? Did she give me this "simple battery"?

I need a job angels... I feel bullshit and even on beauty category I can't go in...

I now feel insecure even on my old guilty classmates or friends, who are able to fix themselves...

I'm so confuse, I need to get a job... We have no "fundings"....

5:40 pm

Uncle Jun is the main chef these days... So, he is the closer competetitor of Aunt Karen.

7:23 pm

Uncle DD is starting to do his portrayal...

I feel envious on their car,I feel envious angels...

I have personal insecurities in my family and on other people's family....

[recklessly-built]

I found a piece of art that I want to do over since this first attempt doesn't really capture the vibe of what I was trying to illustrate but I thought I'd leave an explanation here just so I have a record of it.

I don't really know what to list as TWs for this one so just know, my childhood was sad and sucked before proceeding.

So this is more or less a "territory map" (unsure if that's a thing, not stopping to check) of the house I lived in during my middle school years. We moved in the summer before I started 6th grade so I was 11 when I lived with just my mom and stepdad for the first time.

We had just moved out of the house we shared with my stepsister which had included her abusive boyfriend and her three young children. Before that, I was living in my grandmother's house with my aunt, her husband and son, and my mother. My cousin had started getting involved with a bad crowd and getting in trouble and my mom had been dating my stepdad for a couple years before we moved with his family so it didn't seem that weird that we kept moving, albeit very suddenly. Now, for the first time, it was just the three of us.

The first thing to note about this "house" was that it felt like little more than a shoebox, let alone a single-family home. The inside had enough space for us to live modestly, but it looked as if the neighbors had a two-car garage and tacked on a couple extra rooms and plumbing to qualify as a rentable house. I'm not sure if that was ever really the case but it just seemed really awkward in its construction. this was amplified by the fact that most of the space available was immediately used up by my mom's junk.

All those red X's represent the space my mom took over. I didn't fully mark where there was furniture but the living room was mostly her stuff. The two back rooms that are also full of red were supposed to be the bedrooms. Now, I say "supposed to be" because my room was never livable and my parent's room was designed in a bizarre fashion even without all the junk in it. There was a wall on the left side of the door going in that I guess offered some privacy to my parents as the bed was on the other side of it, but this strip of the room was the only part they utilized. They slept on an air mattress on the floor in front of a mini fridge that held up their TV and the "nightstand" was a beige folding chair next to the bed.

The blue stripes were the places I spent the most time. The grey box on the far right of the living room was my futon. I had already been spending most of my time on or around it since we moved in with my stepsister, but puberty-age kids need more privacy than that and I wouldn't know it for a long time. There's a small box of blue in my room, which was always referred to as my room despite me only using it to get dressed for school, play some of my video games (I could only fit my Gamecube), or "think about what I've done" when my mom decided she needed to send me somewhere for punishment. Since the only things I had access to in this room were the TV and closet, I either played my games or locked myself even further away from her to write in my diary. You'll also notice a room on the far left that's both yellow and blue.

The yellow dots are for the shared spaces which are the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen was directly attached and exposed to the living room so even when my mom was cooking, cleaning, or doing laundry (whenever she actually did those things) I couldn't stay out of her line of sight unless I was in my room with the door closed. The bathroom was a considerably safer space for me than my room or bed because it was the only place I felt I could lock myself in and usually not be bothered. That was until I started obsessing over being in the bathroom for upwards of an hour, just to avoid being on the other side of it. Everything I did in there took way longer than needed because once the door was locked behind me, I didn't want to come out.

At a glance, I can look at this and see just how little room I was given, and it literally stunted my emotional growth. I struggled a lot during these years and it only got harder until I moved away from my parents at 20.