#you always say ‘I’m going to use THE bathroom’ regardless of how many bathrooms you know exist

[darkfire359]

“From the x discord,” “from the y server,”

My friend… There is almost certainly more than one of them.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel becomes insecure with his age difference and breaks up with you rudely, only to find out you become depressed after an assault.]

TRIGGER WARNING: SA

“Look, who cares? Hey, maybe if I wasn’t sucha immature party girl that would’ve never happened to me” you turned looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t you say that” he whispered feeling regret with what he had told you that day.

smut, angst, big age gap

It was the end of your shift as you waited for Joel to pick you up. The restaurant seemed to slow down at the perfect time for you to catch a movie with him. Joking with two of your coworkers you had no idea Joel was watching from outside the window. Once again Sammy was having a party and desperately wanted you to attend although you promised Joel something simple that night. Just as you gently let her down, Joel approached you leaning in for a kiss.

“Hi babe,” you smiled up at him.

“Joel, can you please convince your girlfriend to come to my party tonight?”

“Don’t listen to her, I already told her we had plans.” You explained.

“Another party huh?” He raised his brows as Sammy tried to hold back a laugh.

“Sorry Joel, are we partying too much for you?” Sammy joked with her boyfriend Josh making you playfully hit her shoulder.

“Ouch! just a joke, see you guys around” she laughed as Joel took your hand and walked out with you.

“Sorry about that, Sammy can be-“

“Annoying” he interjected making you raise a brow at him.

“Does she ever not throw a party?” He looked down at you as you both continued to walk. Joel was acting strange, he seemed to be more agitated than usual but you didn’t say a word about it.

“We don’t have to go-“

“But I know you want to” he looked over at you to confirm what he figured to be true.

“No” you stopped in your tracks turning to him.

“I can go any other time, I just want us to spend time” you assured him before tip toeing and kissing his lips.

The two of you had been dating a few months now, although you were in college and Joel was much older, you felt you had a balanced relationship.

Joel thought the same…until recently.

Little by little he noticed your friends were constantly inviting you to parties, or even if they weren’t partying whenever they had a conversation with you in front of him he felt out of place. The two of you alone was a different story, you could both talk for hours about so many different things. Sharing the same interests in movies, he loved taking you out to see one or having a movie night at your place. More than anything he loved how towards the end of the movie you always ended up straddling him holding him close. He’d carry you to the bed, your lips locked together as a night of intense sex would begin. Regardless of how experienced he was, sex with you was like no other. Although you were younger you loved taking charge and riding him and he loved your confidence. He loved watching the way you moved your hips on him, especially in that moment. His hands squeezed your thighs as he looked down watching you drip all over his cock. Throwing his head back you could see the vein in his neck popping out, you could always tell when he was about to cum.

“Shit” he cried out, sweat dripping down his head as as you rode him faster. Your hands leaning on his chest for support until you both came simultaneously. You moaned before throwing yourself back beside him, he could barely catch his breath.

“You’re really something else you know that?” He panted closing his eyes for a moment.

“Am I?” You laughed leaning over to kiss him before running off to the bathroom.

Once you walked out you noticed him sitting at the edge of the bed hunched over with just his pants on.

“You ok?” You asked tying your robe around you.

“Yeah, just wiped me out” he chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his t shirt.

“I’m sorry” you laughed.

“Don’t be.” He winked at you but you could see something still seemed off with him. For some reason he just couldn’t shake off the feeling of not keeping up with you. He silently walked out of the room to grab a cup of water but the silence didn’t feel right.

Joel stood in the kitchen drinking the glass of water, his thoughts roaming all over.

“Joel?” You followed him to the kitchen looking at him strangely.

“What’s going on with you?”

Placing the cup down he crossed his arms not really knowing how to say what he truly wanted to say. You hated how stubborn he could be at times to speak. He knew whatever he’d tell you, somehow you’d find a way to work around it, and as much as he didn’t want to break up, he was beginning to think it was the best decision. It was better than him constantly feeling like he couldn’t keep up with you.

“Joel are you going to talk or what-“

“This is a mistake” he blurt out looking down.

“What? What are you talking about?” You walked towards him completely caught off guard.

“This, us, it should’ve…should’ve never happened” his words feeling like a punch to your heart.

“Joel, where is this coming from? Don’t take personal what Sammy said”

“This isn’t about your friend dammit,“ he responded rudely. Maybe that was the only way you’d get it.

“So what is this about? Cause about twenty minutes ago you didn’t seem to have a problem with me” You clearly started to get annoyed with his tone but he couldn’t explain to you what he was really feeling. Irritated he grabbed his jacket heading for the door.

“So you’re walking off now? Just like that” you followed him.

“Go have fun with your friends tonight,”

“This is about the party?! Are you kidding me, I already told you I didn’t wanna go-“

“Look” he suddenly stopped and turned to your face.

“You don’t get it, you’re a damn kid. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Go be the party girl you are” before you could say a thing he walked out slamming the door shut.

“Joel!”

What the hell just happened?

Joel hopped in his truck fighting himself not to turn back. The sound of your voice calling out for him crushed him in a way he didn’t know he could feel. He wasn’t planning to do this, he didn’t think he would. Joel felt something special with you, but before he felt it would fall apart cause of his age, he decided to cut it now unexpectedly.

That night you cried calling your friend Sammy to pick you up. You couldn’t believe Joel had really broken up with you but you decided to hell with it.

The second you got to Sammy’s party you poured yourself drink after drink just wanting to forget about him. You found yourself dancing with a man, never even getting his name but you noticed how touchy he became as you danced.

“Watch it, honey” you squinted your eyes at him with a smirk as he stepped back lifting his hands up.

“Sorry gorgeous” he leaned towards your ear to speak.

He was a handsome man with a nice smile, and when he wasn’t grabbing your ass he knew how to dance. For a short moment you found yourself not thinking of Joel.

As the night continued, you had a few more drinks than what your body was used to. Sammy and Josh both cheering you on watching you have fun as you continued to dance.

“I gotta use the ladies room!” You yelled in his ear as he nodded. The man watched as you slightly stumbled up the stairs, fumbling with the doorknob to get in the bathroom, he could tell how wasted you were.

Once you were finished you almost fell opening the bathroom door to find that same man at the door.

“Oh hey” you grinned until he grabbed you by your waist, abruptly kissing your neck pushing you back in the bathroom.

“Wait-“ you attempted to laugh it off trying to push him away until you realized he shut the door behind him.

“Come on, let’s have some fun”

“Hey…I…I don’t wanna do this” you tried once again pushing him back but he grabbed you hard lifting you up and sitting you right on the sink. His hand making it’s way under your dress, you knew exactly what he was doing and panic set in.

The loud music blasting throughout the house distracting everyone from anything that could be going wrong. Sammy at one point looking around for you and even calling your phone.

“She never leaves like that” Sammy told Josh as she looked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’s having fun with that guy” Josh laughed but Sammy thought something was weird. You would never leave with a man or at all without saying something to her. As Sammy checked the kitchen the man had finished his assault, walking out the bathroom Josh caught him buckling his pants.

“Hey, where’s the girl you were dancing with?” Josh asked him but he didn’t say a word quickly walking out the front door.

Sitting on the corner of the bathroom floor, you couldn’t move. You could hear Josh and Sammy calling for you until Josh finally walked in the bathroom.

“Holy Shit- Sammy she’s in here!” The two of them rushing to your side, fixing your dress asking if you were ok but you couldn’t speak.

“I’m gonna call the police” Sam knew what happened, it was obvious but you quickly looked at her and shook your head with whatever strength you had.

“No. No one. Just…just drive me home please” you whispered. Sammy nodded in silence quickly ending the party to make sure you were ok. Although she had offered for you to stay, being near where you were assaulted made your stomach turn.

Joel stood at home that night watching a movie not being able to get you off his mind. He wondered what you were doing, he wondered if you ever went to that party but most of all he wondered if he made the right call.

Josh and Sammy silently helped you to the car and drove you home. Offering to stay with you, you refused any company, you refused anything they tried to help with. Although you both were broken up, Sammy wondered if she should find Joel and let him know what had happened yet she knew nothing of him.

The next day you stayed in bed, your phone buzzing through out the morning, calls from Sammy, Josh and you noticed one call from Joel. Ignoring each call you turned over in bed covering yourself just wanting to disappear from everyone.

A few days turned into weeks and no one had heard from you. Joel would still call, sometimes leaving you a voicemail, but hearing his voice would only make you burst into tears.

One day Joel finally decided to walk into the restaurant you worked at hoping to find you, instead he found Sammy.

“Joel, am I relieved to see you” she sighed as he walked up to her. She knew she had to tell him.

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of her and she’s not answering. She quit working here, she stopped showing up to class and she’s just blocked us all out” Joel furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean she stopped showing up to class?” He knew how important this semester at college was for you.

“She just disappeared ever since that night”

“What night?”

“The night..the night at my party” she explained looking away nervously.

“What happened at your party? The hell you goin’ on about Sammy?” Joel heavily invested now not sure what to expect.

She swallowed nervously not sure how Joel would react to such news about you or more so how angry you would be at her for saying anything to him.

“The night at my party…um..I don’t even know how to say it” Sammy whispered as she scratched her forehead uncomfortably.

“Spit it out” Joel demanded now concerned with what the hell it could be.

“Joel, she was raped” she finally blurt out. Joel felt like a brick hit him in the chest, taking a step back he looked at her in shock. His lips tightening up, he took a deep trembling breath looking away. Sammy didn’t know him so well but she could see anger taking over him.

“I wanted to call you but I had no idea where to get in contact with you and-“

“Who did it?” He looked directly at her, speaking in a rough whisper making Sammy nervous.

“Joel, good to see you” Sams boyfriend Josh appeared before unexpectedly being grabbed by his collar, Joel roughly slammed him against the wall.

“Who touched her?! Who did it?”

“Hey man I don’t know, we never seen him before I swear-“

“What do you mean you never seen him before? It was your party!” He yelled.

“Joel! This doesn’t help anything, you wanna help? Go check on her!” Sammy yelled snapping Joel out of it. Slowly he released Josh as he took a step back.

He knew Sammy was right, the thought of you hurt in any way and not seeking help he couldn’t take.

The thought of him not being there he couldn’t take.

After weeks of not leaving the house you woke up that morning looking out the window, you could see the sun pushing through the clouds slowly. With a sigh you got yourself up and freshened yourself up for a walk around the block.

How bad could that be?

Opening up your front door you felt your heart begin to race but you pushed yourself out.

Walking around the corner you found yourself looking back more than you’d like to admit until you accidentally walked straight into someone.

“Shoot, I’m sorry” you looked up and realized it was Joel. Instantly noticing a look of pity in his deep brown eyes your expression changed.

You realized he knew.

“Shit, she told you” you turned away with a look of disgust walking back to your house.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He asked keeping up close behind you.

“For what?” You scoffed.

“You should’ve called me” he continued as you shook your head.

“Oh give me a break. We are no longer together, I was a mistake remember?” You called out back to him until he grabbed you by your arm forcing you to turn to him.

“I should’ve been there for you” his eyes were intense as he spoke.

“I would’ve been there” you didn’t say a word looking at him, his hand still tight around your wrist.

“It doesn’t matter” you pulled your arm away before heading to your door.

Of course it mattered.

You would’ve given anything to have Joel by your side that night. Tears welling up in your eyes as you placed your key in the lock trying to hold yourself together but you knew you couldn’t. The feel of Joel close behind you made you fall apart in that very second. Your hand dropping from the door you began to cry. Quickly covering your face you felt Joel gently hold you from behind.

“I’m here now” he whispered against your ear. Unexpectedly you turned to him wrapping your arms around him tightly as he tightened his arms around you. For just one moment you wanted to feel at ease.

“I’m here, baby” your cries slowed down as you took a deep breath, his hands gently tilting your face up to him.

“And for the record, you’re no damn mistake” he wiped away your tears with his thumb. You smiled at him just happy to have him close and invited him inside.

Joel quietly followed you in watching as you made your way to the kitchen, you knew there was bound to be more questions he would ask although you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Do you want something to drink or snack on? I don’t have much to eat, haven’t cooked. Just been ordering out lately” you explained without turning back to him.

“No, no thank you, baby” he leaned back on the counter watching as you grabbed something from the fridge. Truthfully Joel wanted to ask you more about that night. After a moment of silence his sudden question caught you off guard.

“What was his name?”

You closed the fridge and looked down taking a deep breath.

“I don’t know”

“Don’t protect him-“

“I don’t know” you turned to him abruptly.

“He was just some stupid guy I was dancing with, I never got his name, I don’t know anything about him” you walked away heading to your bedroom.

“I called you that night” he called out to you from down the hall, you could hear his footsteps getting closer.

“You also broke up with me that night-“

“It’s not something I wanted to do” he insisted.

“Look, who cares? Hey, maybe if I wasn’t sucha immature party girl that would’ve never happened to me” you turned looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t you say that” he whispered feeling regret with what he had told you that day.

“Well, I was drinking” you shrugged with a sarcastic laugh, you didn’t notice his expression change.

“And so that gives that piece of shit the right to rape you?!” He raised his voice unexpectedly loud, you froze looking away.

“I’m sorry” he quickly apologized moving closer to you.

“Don’t be…that’s just the first time I’ve heard anyone call what happened to me..that.” The two of you stood silent for a moment until he slowly reached out for your hand.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, baby.” He pulled you close to him.

“I should’ve never walked out of here that day, I should’ve listened to myself and turned back. Leaving all because of my own damn insecurity” you could hear the regret in his voice.

“Insecurity?” You looked at him confused.

“Long story, c’mere-“ he wrapped your arms around his neck just wanting to hold you close and honestly, it was all you wanted to.

Joel felt you relax in his arms, slowly moving to the bed you both lay down with your head on his chest, you found yourself closing your eyes. Joel brushed his fingers through your hair softly as he looked down and saw you were asleep. As happy as he was to have you relaxed beside him, he couldn’t get out of his head wanting to find whoever this man was. Joel was set in his mind that he would, even if it meant keeping it from you.

[vickyzangels]

% “..you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked.”

# synopsis ; sfw and nsfw headcanons pt 2 yippee 🎉

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 646

# tags ; nsfw further down “keep reading” (mdni)

a/n ; i’ve had hiccups throughout writing this entire thing and i’ve been miserable

sfw

he has a specific look for you. every picture you’d ever see of him and a fan that he was guaranteed to have flirted with, he never looked at those fans the way he did at you

the way he looks at you like you hung up every star in the sky regardless of the situation, “absolutely enchanted by your beauty,” he’d say when you asked him why you kept catching him staring

y’all look like this religously: 👁️👁️ 👀

he always goes over the top for getting you gifts for events but he never understands what is “too much” and maybe for valentines’ day or something he bought you a fucking mercedes and dior like it was nothing

my gut feeling is telling me that he genuinely loves traveling so much, and for him to be able to travel and sightsee with you is extremely intimate to him

horror movie marathons where he puts on the most gruesome, gut wrenching movies not only cause he likes them but because he gets to be gripped on by you when you get scared

even if that means you nearly dislocate his arm

he’s a lana del rey and norman fucking rockwell girlie (now i’m just projecting my bad)

group conversations with the band, you, and him might be the brightest you’ve ever had cause it’s every single time that you barely even start talking, within minutes it gets difficult to breath cause you’re laughing stupidly hard at tom’s jokes

the type of guy that sits on your bed in your room and just lovingly stares at you as you go on with your life, but the way he looks at you when you’re getting dressed up a little for an event is SOOO🧎🏻‍♀️

domesticity looks so good on him. the few times that tom has woken up before you have (which is very few because he’ll stare at you till you wake up), you’d walk into the kitchen to see him making you a small and simple breakfast just to get your day started

branching off of food, he pays EXTREME attention to everything about you, to the point where he’s memorized an elaborate coffee order and when would be a good time to order it just for you

nsfw

you two fuck like bunnies, the walls vibrate every time you’re both in the building and you both have definitely caused an earthquake

he got jealous when he found your vibrator and swore that he hated it knowing that it got to touch you before he did, but him and the vibrator became great friends when he was using it on you while you two fucked 😇

i’d say usually till you’re both crying but that takes like 5-7 rounds average. every single time.

he has this thing where he’s entirely willing to get off just by grinding on you which comes very handy when you’re on the tour bus (assuming bill didn’t make you get another way of transportation just to make sure you two wouldn’t raw dog on the bus)

do you understand how many quickies you get on a regular basis. in the venue bathroom, their dorm living room while everyone is away doing something, i really meant it when i said like bunnies

he’s so fucking loud?? moaning and groaning into the air and he’s not even inside of you yet

say hypothetically those dick piercings he constantly mentions were, i don’t know… authentic…. he takes great pride in the pleasure it gives not only him but you, especially you

omg he’s DOWN BAD for marking like he loves constantly giving you hickeys or biting you but when you give him hickeys or bites he goes into cardiac arrest

it makes him feel closer to you somehow, probably cause he sees the marks as personal and reinforces your guys’ relationship to him

a/n ; multiple things, 1) thank you so much for 110 followers??? i swear to you i was at 13 5 days ago thank you so much wth 2) working on a request from my inbox next, stay put for that ����

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester- Health Nut

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Sam Winchester

Warnings: Healthy, Physical Health, good eating, improving habits, flirting, kissing, exercise.

Summary: Sam notices that Y/n is having a hard time with her health.

A/n- This is a request; I thank Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 1.1k

Sam W. Master List // Requests Master List // Main Master List

She’s is reading through her phone. Her back up against the headboard of the bed at the motel room. She had been with us for forever, it seemed that meeting us wasn’t accidentally, but regardless of that Y/n is the most comfortable person we’ve been around for years now.

Her brows furrow downward, as she bites her lower lip like she’s getting upset by something she’s reading. Dean and I sit at the wobbly motel table in the small kitchenette. Deans not looking at her not that when she first starting coming and staying around he wasn’t eye fucking her on the daily.

Her face changes again. Sadness wipes over her expression, and then she slams down her phone on the scratchy comforter. She stand quickly snatching her phone and slamming the bathroom door.

Dean looks up and towards the door. “What’s up her ass?” Long ago when Y/n wasn’t responding to Dean's flirting and constant harassment Dean learned to just treat her as a sister. A much younger sister who always had an attitude or issue with something. “I’m not sure De, but she seems pretty upset.” Dean looks over the edge of his computer screen looking at me like I’m a dumbass. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” He rolls his eyes, “why don’t you go figure it out.” He mutters, probably to himself but I follow his orders.

I get up walking towards the motel bathroom door. My footsteps were heavy against the shag carpet. The bathroom door swings open, and Y/n exists her face red. She wipes underneath her eyes and pushes past me. "Y/n, are you alright?" I try to ask as she pushes past me and walks towards the motel's door. Dean hasn't looked up from the computer screen. "Yeah, I'm just fucking fine Sam." Y/n outbursts don't surprise Dean. I stand there shock written across my face. "Give her some space Sammy."

I give her space so much that I don't talk to her until we're on the road back to the bunker. Dean had given me the keys when we started our drive back to the bunker. "Fix whatever is going on with Y/n, I'm gonna get some shut-eye." He mumbled while slapping the keys into my hand. Dean had crawled into the back, stretching out and causing Y/n to come to sit in the passenger seat.

"Y/n, how are you doing?" I ask, I could be talking about anything, I could be referring to the nasty punch she got on the side of her eye, or I could be referring to the way she had acted nearly three days ago. "Yeah, Sammy I'm doing okay." She answered gleaming looking outwards towards the passing trees, and the white strip on the side of the road that I had watched so many times as a kid, a young adult, and even now.

The sound of the road passes on, and that keeps the conversation at bay. That is until Y/n turns and starts up a conversation with me. "Sammy, do you think I need to eat better?" I sincerely don't know how to answer her question. I slowly brake at the next stoplight and wait for traffic. "What do you mean Y/n?" I ask her, trying to gather more information before answering her rather bland question.

"I'm just asking a simple question Sam, do you think I need to lose weight? Because according to the fucking internet and every single link on Google says that for my weight and height that I'm… I'm just too fat." Y/n goes on and on. Her eyes start to tear up and just as I try to touch her hand softly the horn of the car behind goes off.

I hit the gas and get through the now green light. The conversation lulls, and Y/n out of the corner of my eye is fidgeting with her nails and trying to keep the tears are bay. I pull over the side of the road not giving a shit how Dean in the back seat mumbles about something.

"Y/n, look at me will ya." She doesn't like she can't bare to have someone who cares about her look at her. "Sweetheart, please. I think you just need to not worry about what the internet says. You need to worry about how you feel." She starts to look over at me. Her bottom lip was stuck in between teeth. Keeping the tears at bay. "Sammy" She mutters underneath her crushing breathe.

"Sweetheart, I think that you're beautiful and if you want we can start working out, and eating better foods together… if that's what's concerning you." I reach over and grab her sweaty palm. Kissing her knuckles, "Together?" She questions, I nod my head. "Together Y/n."

It takes a few weeks before Y/n is up to the idea fully. After that night Y/n did a shit ton of research. Wanting to know more about food and how when combined with the proper exercise it's absolutely perfect for your body. After two long weeks, Y/n came into the library with a huge binder. Slamming it down on to the table in front of me. "What's this?" I asked as I set down the current book I was reading through. Y/n takes a seat down next to me, "This is a book of receipes and other artcles that talk about good excerises and food comobination you can use." Y/n is beaming. Beaming with excitement and it's such a contrast compared to what I had only just seen a few weeks ago.

"Alright, do you have something you want to start with or can I offer a few things?" I ask, taking the binder ans sliding in front of me, she's right the first twenty pages are just pages of healthy recipes, better food portions and less greasy food like Dean eats. "there's a few pages in the back where you can write down your thoughts." Y/n says as her hands brushes up agasint mine.

Y/n had never been fat, or chubby. She was perfect, perfect just the way she looked. But if she wanted to get into something that I did every morning like a run or some yoga I would love nothing more then helping her along the road.

I write down a few things. Things i had learned from eating 'rabbit food'. "We can do one of these recipes tonight, portiong control is as good as a place to start as any Y/n." I said closing the book after hooking out the recipe. "Okay Sammy," We sat in silence for a few moments, before the sound of my chair scratching the ground echoced through the bunker.

"Sammy, wait…" I turned and looked down at Y/n, She looked happy and sad at the same time. An expression I wasn't too sure about. "I just wanted to… to um say that I was sorry for how I acted on that hunt a few weeks ago… I know that you were just…" "Sweetheart, You don't have to apologize to me. I fully understand, now how about we get to cooking together. Y/n gets up and kisses my cheek. "Okay Sammy."

Completed on: 05/22/2023

Posted on: 05/22/2023

Stanford Tag List: @kazsrm67 @dilfloverr @wonderfulworldofwinchester @band--psycho @ijustlearnedtolove-beep-bop-boop @flamencodiva @stoneyggirl2 @samsgirl93

[caseyqdilla]

Always Prepared

A/N: I tried to stick to the way @oneforthemunny wrote Mafia!Eddie as much as possible. I hope y'all like it!

CW: mentions of smut, a few smooches, and fluff. I think that's all.

WC: 1,461

🌊- you. Eddie. water balloon / water gun fight. How does it start? choose your weapon lol. Who wins? what’s the prize ;) ? Is it just you two or others?

You’d heard Eddie on the phone, with who you’d assumed was Wayne, as you woke up and made your way to the bathroom. 

“Yes sir, I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, I just have to finish getting ready and say goodbye to kitten.” 

Your assumption was proved correct as you heard his gruff reply though the speakerphone, “You’d better hurry boy, don’t wanna lose daylight.” before he hung up abruptly. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, knowing that Wayne meant that he most likely wouldn’t just be making improvements to his trailer, but probably to the whole damn trailer park. Not that he minded, not at all; Eddie remembers where he came from and he knows that everyone in the park takes care of one another. He just wanted to spend one of his rare days off with you. 

He met you as you exited the bathroom, a small sleepy smile on your face that warmed his heart. “Good morning kitten.” he cooed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m gonna go help Wayne, and probably the rest of the park,” he added with a huff of laughter, “but I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.” he promised with a sweet peck to your lips. 

Your smile grew at his tenderness, “Okay my love, just be careful.” you both hugged for a moment, not wanting to leave the other’s embrace, then he reluctantly made his way to one of his many cars. 

You eagerly waited for him to pull out of the driveway before you jumped into action. You’d convinced a very bored Jeff and Freak to join Eddie at the trailer park to help Wayne and the rest of the park. Saying that you knew Eddie and Wayne would need help, regardless of their protests. Then there was Gareth, the most stubborn of Eddie’s right hand men. You and Gareth don’t always see eye to eye - mainly cause of the off handed comment he made about your cookies, but you definitely don't hold a grudge…like at all - but you knew he had a soft spot for your sweet angel babies. Your boys, so you asked him to take them on a looong walk; he’d jump at it. So now that Eddie’s allies were out of the way, your plan could commence. You donned the cute camo outfit you’d put together along with a battle vest that matches Eddie’s, then set out to put your arsenal in place. 

Normally it was you and Eddie against the world, but today he was on his own; whether he knew it or not. 

See you weren’t allowed, and truthfully didn’t really want to be, around while he worked and made plans for work. However, Eddie liked to make sure you could take care of yourself should the need arise. He also took extra precaution to make sure that you’d never have to use this knowledge. He made you feel safe and loved, but a part of you wanted to show that you had been listening to everything he told you; despite the fact that most of those impromptu lessons ended with you bent over his desk, on your knees, or him between your legs. 

You had it all planned out, took in every possibility just like he taught you. Your ammunition, the dozens of water guns that you’d bought along with the arsenal of water balloons, all put strategically where you knew you’d be posted however the scenario unfolded. 

Knowing what Eddie would likely think or do, you’d put decoy weapons in place. These being, for lack of better terms, water cannons that were bone dry. At the bottom of the buckets they were in though, the smallest water pistols you could find which of course are the ones that are filled. Safe to say, you were downright giddy ready to ambush your lovely boyfriend. You couldn’t help but worry though that he’d react poorly, knowing he always expects the worst; which in his line of work you know is hard to get out of that mindset. You just wanted him to have a little fun though, he needs it every once in a while and you’re gonna make sure he gets it dammit! 

As you put the last bucket of water in place, you heard the sound of gravel crunching as Eddie and the boys returned from helping Wayne. 

“I feel like that's a little suspicious, that she went out of her way to convince you guys to come help Wayne and me.” you heard Eddie voicing his skepticism. 

“Hmm, maybe since he thinks I’m up to something, this won’t go poorly.” you thought to yourself. 

“Maybe she just wanted you to finish faster so that she could spend more time with you.” Freak added sweetly in your defense, you smiled softly; he’s such a romantic deep down. 

“Nah, it’s a lil sus dude.” Jeff agreed with Eddie, having you stifle a laugh. Just then, as you hoped it’d plan out; Gareth arrived with your boys back from their walk. 

After filling everyone in on why he took the boys on a walk, Eddie took this as confirmation of his suspicions. 

“Alright no, she’s definitely up to something.” he determined after Gareth finished talking. Knowing his crew would be outside and ready in case it was anything different, he gave his piece and side piece to them and told them to wait outside while he entered the house, “I think she wants to play.” he thought out loud.

He thought about all the ways he’d ambush someone, the front door is too obvious so he’s for sure not going that route. He also is aware that you know he goes through the side door when he comes home dirty or bloody. He smirks as he thinks, the patio. 

As he passed the side door and got a glimpse inside, his suspicions were again confirmed as he saw the huge water cannons waiting. “That little sneak.” he thought to himself as he carefully pulled one out of the bucket closest to the door without making too much noise. “She had to of heard the tires on the gravel, so she's most likely by the front door, just waiting.” grinning as he progressed further to the patio door. 

Unbeknownst to him, he did exactly what you’d hoped he would. Using his own logic and slight paranoia against him you grinned to yourself as the patio door slowly opened then waited for him to get into your target area. Which was the specific area you essentially waterproofed knowing it would get drenched. 

Before Eddie could call out your name, you’d unleashed your mightiest battle cry as you dumped the droves of water balloons on him, absolutely soaking him and turning his hair into a curtain in front of his face. You cackled loudly as you revealed yourself smugly, “Welcome home my love!” you’d said so sweetly from your dry perch on the stairs. 

He parted the curtain of hair now in front of his face, he couldn’t lie he was kind of impressed. 

“You did good kitten,” he said with faux sweetness as he lifted his water gun cannon, “but you made a rookie mistake, leaving a weapon where your target could get one!” he finished smugly pulling the trigger expecting you to be drenched in your cute little outfit…only for nothing to happen. 

You smugly sauntered up to him, bucket full of water in hand and poured the ice cold water over his head, eliciting a sharp gasp from him prompting yourself to effectively run for your life. 

“Oh that’s it kitten, it’s on!” he yelled through chattering teeth as you cackled running away. As usual though, Eddie was faster than you and he scooped you up and took you to the vat of water that you’d been filling your water weapons with and dumped you in making you squeal as you continued laughing. 

You chased the others around after you’d called a truce between each other, your sweet angel babies had a blast running and being able to play with everyone. Jeff, Gareth, and Freak all had fun too, laughing till their sides hurt. You were happy to be able to have a little fun with them all, your family. 

After you cleaned up the mess, showered, and got into bed he pulled you close and whispered with faux annoyance, “No more tactical lessons for you kitten.” you both giggled as your eyes got heavier. 

“Thank you for today Ed, it means a lot.” you said quietly as you snuggled into his side with a smile on your face. 

He smiled and kissed your temple as you settled in to sleep, knowing that you concocted today for everyone to have fun. 

[dumpster-divers-unite]

✨Thrift finds!✨

I, unfortunately, didn’t get to buy anything this day, but if I did I think I’d come back to my unit with at least 2 bags!

Thrift #1;

Thermals, a yellow bean bag, and real leather boots.

This chain’s location has less interesting options in the men’s section then store 2; but that doesn’t stop me from coming in. I think it’s a mix of the interesting customer base, funky music playlist they have, and the small furniture section in the back near the bathrooms. Today, they had a little bit more for me to look at.

Here in the grand state of Ohio, it’s tying colder and I need a layer in between my shirts and jackets more often then not. Thermals, oh thermals, how I love them. My mom gave me a thermal blanket when I was a baby and now I associate the waffle weave patterns with calming. The one thermal pictured is the one that fit me really well and I even took a picture in it!

… for some reason, I always forget that store #1 does have fitting rooms in the women’s section. They just kind of blend in with the wall where they are, there is no visual information to say “fitting room”.

There was another white crème colored thermal that I tried on, not pictured, that I didn’t like as much. It was a size too big for me.

The boots read “size 11 US men’s” but fit more like a 9.5 standard. I’m usually a 10 wides, and it’s hard to find anything that isn’t bland just like how some people with bigger boobs have a hard time finding bras that aren’t beige. I took off my boots and tried these bad boys on. Hmm, now I think I know why these were donated; they rubbed and pressed against the top arch of your foot. Maybe if my feet were smaller they wouldn’t do that but small feet get every fun option out there. Well, at least they were in near perfect condition. There was a little, what I could only assume to be, liquid shoe polish or something similar on one of the boots as a “blemish”. If I would have taken them home, I might have considered a light cover of shoe wax to bring the color out and to protect the material.

The bean bag is a bean bag. Fun, yellow, and the cover needed to be laundered. I would have taken that one back to the unit. When I was a young kid, my family used to have bean bags posted in the basement.

Thrift 2;

This store, I swear, always has the better options. Their playlist isn’t as quirky as #1’s but you can’t beat bangers like ‘yellow taxi’ and ‘ain’t no rest for the wicked’. The customer base there is a little older generally, 45+ on most days, but you do see young Shifty Thrifters around my age there because the stuff is that good. There is also an autistic guy there who knows me as “hiker guy” because I come into the store with my big backpack filled with my water bottles and cold weather gear. He’s nice.

This store has so many thermals in stock more consistently. The thermals come in more variety as well; more sizes (plus sizes!), more colors, more thicknesses, more men’s options! I want them all. This one was an outliner because I very rarely will see thermals in stripes. I would have yoinked it if it fit me; I wasn’t going to try stuff on at this location, I think I had just enough time to comb through what they had but was running short on time. I’m obsessed.

Red canvas shoes. These are Airwalk and were my size, though I’m not a huge fan of the (lack of) toe space. I would have tried these on regardless. Still, it’s nice to see shoes that aren’t a “hype” brand that every other person is wearing.

More in pt 2!

[sleater-cunty]

Why Trap (2024) works (essay/review)

A/N: i was really inspired to write about this film and how much I love it. i did a post on my substack where you can read it properly but there's a tumblr version under the cut <3

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This week I had the pleasure of rewatching M. Night Shyamalan’s new film Trap (2024) for a second time. I was inspired to make this trip to the cinema after watching a particularly mouth-watering TikTok edit of Josh Hartnett last night (here’s a link). 

I think we tend to stereotype Shyamalan as the “twist guy” and while that’s not entirely incorrect, I think that moniker diminishes his talents. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t love all his films––The Village (2004) was mediocre, Old (2021) was fun but dumb, and Knock at the Cabin (2023) was frankly horrible but I had a lot of fun watching The Visit (2015), and Split (2016) has some pretty cool moments. Nonetheless, he’s still an acclaimed and skilled director, even if his dialogue sounds pretty alien. 

Trap, to me, is probably Shyamalan’s best film so far––and before you say anything, I haven’t watched the Sixth Sense (1999) (it’s been spoiled so much that I haven’t found the motivation to bother with it) or Unbreakable (2000) or Glass (2019). Anyway, Trap is awesome and I’m gonna talk about it now. 

It was incredibly difficult to focus on this watch of Trap because I was sooo distracted by the absolute dilf that Josh Hartnett is. Regardless, I wrote some stuff down during my viewing which stuck out to me. Major spoilers ahead.

Trap might be one of the most well-shot mainstream films of this year. You don’t see Shawn Levy pulling out the big guns for the new Deadpool movie––by big guns, I mean cinematographer Sayombhu Mukdeeprom. It’s funny to think that M. Night was watching Call Me By Your Name one day and thought, ‘I need this guy’. 

“Sayo lights very naturally, and he understands film … He knows how to expose it just right … He's very good with colours … It was the boldness of his choices that really drew me to him” –– M. Night Shyamalan on Cinematographer Sayombhu Mukdeeprom.  https://www.picturehouses.com/blog/m-night-shyamalan-on-trap-interview 

Working with Mukdeeprom was probably the best decision he’s made in his career thus far actually. I was in awe during this rewatch about how great this film looks (aside from daddy Josh Hartnett okay I’ll stop). 

Mukdeeprom takes the name Trap literally. Many of the shots are framed in a claustrophobic manner, putting the viewer in the eyes of the characters.

Our protagonist Cooper is constantly seen confined within the frame with various objects and walls framing him inside the scene. The architecture of the concert arena is filled with leading lines and angular shapes which enhance the feeling of confinement. One scene specifically that made me go insane was when Cooper went into the bathroom near the beginning of the film. The stall doors are this brilliant shade of red, a color that is constantly used as a motif and is seen throughout the entire film. 

Cooper is center frame and walks in a straight line toward the middle stall. The red stall envelopes him, only letting the top of his head peeking out. This detail is important because Cooper is very tall and that becomes apparent in every single scene he’s in with other people. He stands out in a crowd of short teenage girls and other concert-goers. There’s a cut where the camera shifts to an overhead shot. For once, Cooper is seen from the top down, this being a rare sight considering every close-up of him is shot from a low angle. In this top-down view, the red doors trap him in. 

Any wannabe art student knows that the color red represents passion and anger, two movies all too common with serial killers. Whenever the color red is prominent in the frame, it always is representative of Cooper being trapped. He’s trapped in the bathroom stall, he’s trapped in a concert stadium, and, during one scene while walking down a very gray hallway, a red fire alarm and a red exit sign are highlighted. 

A later scene shows Cooper’s phone, it’s red with a black case, symbolizing how his anger is being shielded from his family because of the two lives he’s living. There are also multiple shots where only half of Cooper’s face is seen, adding to the idea of a double life.

Cooper’s linear approach to the movement is a constant during the film. He’s revealed to have OCD which explains his methodical behaviors. Whenever Cooper is walking from between locations, he is almost always centered in the frame and walks in straight lines. The leading lines of the stadium’s architecture only enhance this precision of movement. 

Cooper isn’t the only one trapped, however. Lady Raven, while on stage, is always seen through some sort of frame. The giant screens behind her while she’s performing confine her. Lady Raven’s stage design also features three large box-like structures in which she and her backup dancers perform within. This conveys the film’s main theme of being trapped in more than one way. In the literal sense, Lady Raven is trapped in this concert, being used as bait for a serial killer. One can also say Lady Raven is trapped by her fame (yes I know, phone bad book good, very deep). One scene shows her standing backstage before the encore visibly stressed.

Another motif featured in the film is Cooper’s relationship with his mother. He occasionally has visions of his mother. One of my favorite shots in the entire film is the only split-diopter (I’m a slut for split-diopters). Throughout the film, Cooper is always seen as the largest figure in the frame, always taller than his surroundings, always standing out. However, in this split-diopter, the FBI profiler lady is in the foreground, dwarfing Cooper for the first time. This shot is just *chef's kiss*. Cooper’s mommy issues are put on blast as this older authoritative woman commands the frame, regressing him back into a frail little boy.  

Another similar frame from this film comes from this same scene. During this scene, Cooper is on stage watching Riley perform as Lady Raven’s ‘Dream Girl’ –– Cooper is positioned in the bottom corner of the frame, making him smaller than the giant magnetron behind him showing Riley. This frame, I think, exemplifies Cooper’s redeemable qualities. Stay with me for a second, I mean, besides being a serial killer, he’s a really good dad. He got seats in row 44 for Lady Raven!!! He takes extra care to not mix his “work” and his family. Cooper during his breakdown near the end of the film even says “Never let the two lives touch”. 

He goes out of his way to protect his family. I genuinely thought Cooper had killed his family during the bathroom scene near the end. The camera holds on the bathroom door with the back of Lady Raven’s head obscuring the middle of the frame. Everything suddenly goes quiet and then Cooper finally opens the door. I fully expected him to be covered in blood. Another detail about this scene that I liked was how Cooper, a very strong and sexy fireman, could have easily broken down the door but, due to this OCD, he chose the more neat option of fetching the key. 

Trap is such a feast for the eyes, and I’m not just talking about Josh Hartnett. But, beyond that, it’s Shyamalan’s love letter to fatherhood. You can call Saleka the ultimate nepo-baby and that would be true, but, does it matter? M. Night made a movie for GirlDads™, why wouldn’t he cast his daughter? To everyone who doesn’t like this film, why do you hate fun? 

Why did I write this? Was it because I’m horny for Josh Hartnett? Yeah… Here’s another edit, thanks for reading (if you did).

[partyfears]

6, 7, 20 for FT ask game

6. What is your favourite parallel/reference in the show?

I mean if we’re going for the obvious it has to be “promise you won’t write” doesn’t it? Who didn’t sob like a baby at that?

I have so many that I love though. Parallels are something that this show does so well, particularly due to the a-chronological structure of the plot. I’m just going to list all my favourites below because I’ve tried and I can’t narrow it down lol

Tim gazing longingly at the couples slow dancing together at Mary’s apt in episode 2 vs Tim slow dancing with Hawk in episode 8, totally blissed out, almost like he can’t quite believe that he finally has what he’s been yearning for for so long.

Tim looking at baby Jackson in ‘57 absolutely devastated, heartbroken, gutted to the core… and then Tim watching 11 year old Jackson sleeping in ‘68, at peace with the whole situation. It shows such wonderful cathartic character growth.

Hawk’s “you know me” in episode 1 vs Tim’s “I have you” in episode 7 - such a subtle yet genius way to show how the power between the two has shifted seismically. Tim has gone from desperately seeking out and willingly taking anything that Hawk will give him - happy to accept breadcrumbs of affection - to being safe and at peace in the knowledge that he no longer needs anything from Hawk. He has his love, and is content to love him from afar.

Tim outside the bathroom door asking to come in when Hawk is sick in episode 7 vs Hawk not hesitating to come to Tim’s aid in the bathroom in episode 3, even when Tim screams at him to get out. Such a literal depiction of how they each approach the relationship - Tim wanting to help, but respecting Hawk’s boundaries and understanding the need for distance, vs Hawk never being able to stay away, regardless of whether it’s what Tim wants or not. He’s always driven by his love - everything else melts away in the face of it.

Lucy saying to her dad “we’re all going to be fine” vs Hawk saying to Jackson “we’re all going to be fine” - the FORESHADOWING

And then just a couple of cute ones:

Hawk tricking Tim with the tie in episode 4 vs Hawk tricking Tim on the beach - both so that he can grab him and scoop him up into his arms. So fucking cute 😭

“You haven’t called in three weeks.” “Four!” vs “So, how long has it been since you two have seen each other?” “A few years” “Eleven”. The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same 😭

7. A crack question: which food represents every character of Fellow Travelers?

How do I even answer this hahaha

Erm okay, so Tim is milk obviously.

Hawk is a steak - expensive, coveted, when handled badly can have a tough exterior, and is a bloody mess on the inside.

Frankie is a cocktail, fun and fruity and spicy and comes in an array of colours, flavours, etc.

Marcus is a hard one… I honestly don’t know. I’m stumped. If I think of something I’ll leave it in the comments.

Lucy is something dignified, a nice sit down meal, like a Sunday roast or something. Comforting, in keeping with tradition, a way to get the family together.

20. If Fellow Travelers had a spin-off or a continuation, what would you like it to be about?

I’d love to see more of Frankie and Marcus and Jerome, and how the fight for AIDS funding progressed over the subsequent years. The protest at the gala was very reminiscent of ACT UP, which wasn’t officially formed until 1987, so I’d love to see how that unfolded and how involved Frankie and Marcus were. While it was formed in NYC, ACT UP had divisions all over the US, including DC and San Fran - I’m sure Frankie would’ve been at the helm of the San Fran chapter. Would Hawk have gotten involved in DC? And to what extent? Would he have tried to push things in the right direction from behind the scenes?

Of course we’d also get to see how Hawk’s relationship with Kimberly develops, how he navigates his grief for Tim, potential flashbacks to moments with Tim that we haven’t seen before…

Yeah I really want this now. Ron hit me up lol

[crashingwavesinmyworld]

I’m not gonna act like I’m perfect and that I’ve never made mistakes or sometimes said hurtful things when upset (who hasn’t though) but I’m tired of being treated like the villain in a situation where I’m the victim and I’m tired of any way i try to defend myself or when I’m just trying to get answers is seen as me having a “BPD meltdown” or “lashing out.”

I have every right to be hurt and angry and sad but I think I’m handling it pretty well regardless??? And I wouldn’t need to constantly defend myself or speak about how hurt I am or any of that if this dickhead had just properly communicated with me in the first place or at the very least didn’t try to paint me as some dangerous crazy person for something that wasn’t my fault and like even if it hadn’t been about me fainting and was about me being depressed/suicidal, once again I was the only one hurting there no one else was getting hurt it doesn’t make me dangerous you ableist fucks and if it was such an issue why did he assure me everything was fine? He blatantly lied to me and so did his girlfriend and I don’t know at this point what was true and what isn’t true and it’s honestly disgusting that she thinks I’m the problem and has been using my BPD as a way to demonize me.

This was all because of her coward boyfriends inability to communicate like a mature adult. But I didn’t even fucking do anything I’ve been trying to move on. All that happened is last night after I finally had felt okay and strong enough to hang out in the food court which I haven’t been able to do cuz I feel like I’m being watched. But then after I came out of the bathroom his girlfriend was sitting outside, she didn’t see me right away and I wanted to say hi but I didn’t cuz of what she’d said a few weeks ago about him not wanting her talking to me and as dumb as it is I wanted to respect that, I went and sat away from her and went back to my music or whatever I was doing.

But then when she did see me she walked away without saying anything. That hurt a lot but what hurts worse is he eventually came out and saw me and walked past me too without saying something, and his girlfriend intentionally parked the car right by where I was sitting so I had to see him get in the car, I tried leaving after this I was gonna go to the grocery store but when I was walking there suddenly he was driving and he was stopped in front of me and he looked at me again and so I turned and went the other way but he ended up parking in a random parking spot by where I was walking and got out of the car for no reason seemingly just to make sure I saw him then when I kept walking he got back in like I feel like he was trying to torture me on purpose. Like who tf does this?

Maybe I’m being paranoid and I know they would deny doing this but it just all felt very intentional. I can’t believe I ever called these people my friends. No matter how many problems I have I wouldn’t have ever done something like this to them. Sometimes I wonder if this is karma for my past mistakes cuz I have said and done a lot of things I regret. I’ve always tried to make things right and apologize and correct my behavior but maybe to the universe that isn’t good enough.

But even then even though it’s not an excuse most things I’ve said or done that have been wrong usually happened when I was hurt first by whoever it was or I saw them treating someone else poorly and that doesn’t make it okay obviously and it’s not an excuse but im just saying I’m not a vindictive person or vicious person purposely out to get people or harm people.

Most of the examples I can think of were several years ago anyway before I even knew these people. And usually if anything I may say something bitchy or mean after being provoked or backed into a corner (usually to my mom more than anyone) but like these people are acting like I was a threat to their safety… I am not this dangerous crazy person they’re making me out to be.

I cared so deeply for them I would have done anything for them and it makes me sick that I could care so much for people that could just so easily hurt me then move on like it’s nothing. I think the differences between me and them is that if I say or do something wrong whether I realizes it at the time or realizes it later I always feel deep regret and always always apologize and try to make it right. Whereas they are blaming me and making it seem like my justified hurt is irrational. Well her and not him because he still hasn’t said a damn word to me. Coward. God just the thought of him makes me sick. I can’t believe I used to think he was the sweetest guy I’d ever met. And that I used to think he was the one guy to treat me with respect despite seeing me at my worst (about 6 years ago) and even recently before all of this he wasn’t treating me any differently everything was fucking fine that’s why I don’t fucking understand!!! And like the fact that he knows too how scared I was of getting hurt and losing people….asshole. He knows I felt so much pain which I was why I went to the hospital which he was so supportive and sweet about but now I’m in worse pain than I was then and he’s nowhere to be found. But that’s the thing I never needed or wanted emotional support from him. I just enjoyed talking to him about books and music. It’s all just so fucked and in sick of it all

[ur-elder]

I’ve been caught in this cycle of grieving through my joy. Bathing M (my two year old) reminds me of my childhood. My father would always bathe us. I know my mother did so much but that was his way of bonding with us. He played the best games, and threw his whole heart and soul into them as if he were auditioning for Broadway—or perhaps he was able to heal some of his childhood through play. Whatever it was, my father made taking a bath a wonderfully magical time for us kids. The most striking game that we all recall with ease was “Mufasa.”

You may recognize the name from the animated movie “The Lion King,” which was frequently played on VHS in our household. Now the game was simply my father shutting off all of the lights in the bathroom, save for the connected walk-in closet light. The light would illuminate just enough for us to comfortably see the exchange. My father would step into the closet, hidden from sight, and negotiate with “Mufasa” who spoke in a booming, deep voice.

“Please, they just want to play!” My dad would plead with the scary being.

“Then they must stop that splashing!” Mufasa would roar. It was a negotiation on our behalf for whatever felt right at the moment. We would shriek and hide and giggle and beg for more. He always allowed us as much game time as he could, before the bath water would inevitably become too cold to stand.

I think all of these thoughts while bathing my own son. I grieve my father while feeling love and joy at having the opportunity to raise my own child. I took my father for granted my entire life. And the moment I recognized all he was to me, he was gone. I am so thankful I started to appreciate him in my mid twenties, a year or so before his passing. I begged for visits and time and phone calls. It wasn’t enough, looking back. I thought I had time to build this really cool adult relationship on top of the father-daughter relationship I had come to appreciate. I didn’t. It crushes me under its weight, this grief. Magnus lost an incredible grandfather, one who would have tirelessly indulged in silly games at bath time to make him smile. And despite processing this deeply painful realization over a year ago, the pain does not recede. Sure, it slumbers and allows me my joyful moments. But the human brain does not release such intense euphoric emotions, regardless of their damage. I grieve anew each time a loving memory is prodded. Then I process. Then I heal. And then the cycle begins again. But I won’t let go, either. He belongs in my head, my heart, and in my thoughts. His memory is important. Regardless of the strain, it helps. It helps that I remember so sharply and can use those memories to be a better parent. I’m thankful I can grieve, and openly cry and snot whenever I feel the need. It is not the linear healing I had anticipated nor experienced prior. His death has imprinted upon me and altered how I view my relationships and my own life. I have many regrets. But there is not time like the present to make a change, say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done. Our loved ones are counting on us. My dad needed love and support towards the end of his life. I was reaching my hand out, but not fast enough, not intentionally enough. I will never make that same mistake again. I will love fiercely, be outspoken, be upfront, and let the people know in my life that I love them and that I do not take their love for granted. You will never have enough time. Make the best of it.

[therarityoflife]

You Smell Like Me

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!reader

Summary: Spencer’s had a crush on you for as long as he’d known you and he’d found himself particularly fond of the way you smell. When he comes into work smelling like your body wash you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Genre: Smut (Kind Of)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is based on an ask I saw on the timeline a few weeks ago. I don’t want to claim the idea as my own because it’s not, but I can’t for the life of me find the original ask. If anyone knows who it got asked to I’ll happily link it because I don’t want to take credit.

He’d been doing it for so long, it had become second nature. When you first joined the team it was the first thing he’d picked up on. He loved the way you smelled. Your shampoo, the body wash you used, even the bottle of body spray you kept in your bag. The body spray was easy. It didn’t take him long to see what specific brand and scent you used, and needless to say he was heading to the closest drugstore that night, but it was going to take a lot more to find out what you used in the shower. He hit the jackpot, however, the day you invited the team round to your apartment. It was an impromptu thing you’d invited them back for takeout and a movie. It didn’t take Spencer long to excuse himself and head straight to the bathroom. He couldn’t help it, he had to know what made you smell so good. So now so many months on he would always shower with those exact same products on the weekends the team weren’t away. He wouldn’t risk using them during the week. The way you smelt was just so uniquely you, the team would notice straight away, but on those rare occasions they had the weekend at home he would absolutely relish in it.

It had been one of those weekends. He’d gotten home from work and jumped straight in the shower, bypassing his usual products for yours. He always spent longer in the shower when he did this, basking in the mixture of steam and your scent. It proved to be an incredible stress reliever.

He’d just dried off and put his comfies on when his phone rang.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, I know you’ve just gotten home and you should have the weekend off but we’ve got a case.” Penelope said sympathetically down the line. Spencer's heart rate picked up.

‘Shit!’ He thought, careful not to say it out loud.

“Yeah, that’s fine. How quickly do you need us?” He asked hopeful. Maybe he still had time to shower again.

“As soon as I’m afraid, boy wonder. Hotch wants everyone on the jet within the hour.” There went that idea. There was no way he’d be able to shower and get to the BAU in less than an hour.

“Okay. I’m on my way.” He admitted defeat.

He was trying to come up with excuses all the way to the BAU as to why he smelt like you. He could claim the soap was on offer so he’d grabbed it without thinking, only realising it was yours after using it. He could feint ignorance altogether and claim he had no idea you used the same stuff. He could turn it into some sort of joke, oh haha it seems we use the same body wash. He knew none of it would slide though. He’d been using the same brand and scent of body wash for years there’s no way he’d change that now without a reason. There was no hope. He’d get on that plane, they’d all notice and he’d be teased relentlessly for it. Plus you’d think he was a total creep and a perv.

Spencer’s anxiety was running mayhem by the time he reached the jet. He couldn’t figure out if the smell of your body wash was actually this intoxicating or if his senses were just in overdrive. Regardless he put on a brave face and boarded the plane.

“Bout time pretty boy, we were about to leave without you.” Derek smirked. Spencer didn’t answer, just sat down in the closest chair.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just tired.” He lied trying to stay calm.

“You smell nice. New cologne?” Emily asked and Spencer flushed bright red as everyone looked over at him.

“No! No, some girl on the subway was spraying way too much perfume.” Spencer lied. “She was sitting right next to me, she must have sprayed me with it.”

“Whatever it is, it smells really familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.” Emily continued. Spencer sat in his seat willing Emily to just shut up. Any second now she was going to realise, and when she did he was done for. Derek came over to them and buried his nose in Spencer’s shoulder making him flinch away.

“It is familiar.” Derek chuckled. “You sure you didn’t see what it was? Hey JJ, Y/N come here and have a sniff. Do either of you wear whatever Spencer’s been sprayed with?” Spencer was bright red now, just willing this all to end. Like a saving grace Garcia’s face popped up on the monitor, effectively putting an end to the conversation.

By the time the team had been briefed on the case they had seemed to forget about the mystery of Spencer’s new scent. At least he’d hoped they had. You, on the other hand, caught a waft of it as he walked past to the bathroom. You recognised it straight away as your body wash. You knew then and there that he was lying earlier, because they didn’t make a perfume with the scent of your body wash. You barely paid attention to the case for the rest of the flight. You were so caught up in trying to figure out why Spencer was using the same body wash as you and why he seemed so embarrassed about it that he’d have to lie.

You were still thinking about it while you sat in the local precinct with the team going over the profile for the unsub. You’d been there all day. The team had been coming and going between the crime scene, victims families, and the ME’s office, but you and Spencer had spent the day set up in the precinct collating all the data you were receiving. You kept looking over at him quizzically, and every time you did so he would flush bright red and look away. It was addicting, the idea that you had such an effect on him. As the day passed by you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. What was his reason for making himself smell like you? Was it a sexual thing? If so what kind of things did he do? It took everything in you not to blush furiously as you imagined the scenario. You knew you needed to get him alone, and soon.

The team left the police precinct in the evening and headed over to a local hotel. The place was tiny, just like the town it resided in, and slightly run down.

“I’m afraid there aren't going to be enough rooms, so we’re going to have to double up for the night.” Hotch announced and everyone groaned. It was always a pain when you had to double up. After spending all day with the team everyone just wanted a bit of space, and somewhere to sleep. You on the other hand almost jumped for joy. This was exactly the excuse you’d been looking for.

“JJ and I will share.” Emily piped up.

“I don’t mind sharing with Reid.” You said quickly before anyone else could speak. Spencer went bright red again. It felt like an accomplishment and you couldn’t help smirking at it.

“You don’t mind do you?” Derek teased.

“No I don’t. Unlike you Reid doesn’t snore.” You clapped back.

“It’s settled then. Morgan, you get the single room.” Hotch said, handing out room keys.

You and Spencer headed up to your room. He couldn’t make eye contact with you. He was certain you knew and he was terrified you were waiting for the optimal moment to confront him about it. You had an entirely different plan. You closed the door behind you and Spencer dumped his bag on the far bed.

“You don’t mind if I go shower?” He asked quietly.

“No, I don’t mind.” You smiled. Now was your chance. “Are you going to use your own soap, or do you want to borrow mine?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Y/N. I honestly can explain.” He stammered.

“Now correct me if I’m wrong here. My understanding is, considering you haven’t been able to make eye contact with me all day, that it wasn’t a coincidence, and that you did it on purpose.” You walked up to him. “That coupled with the fact that you got so embarrassed when it was brought up makes me think that this isn’t a one time thing; but we’ve never noticed it before so you most likely only do it when you’re at home. Am I right?” Spencer swallowed and nodded meekly. Usually he hated being profiled but the way you were doing it, he couldn’t help but be incredibly turned on. “Now, I know you’ve got an eidetic memory, but surely even you can’t pinpoint a brand of soap based solely on the smell, and that confused me for a little bit. I couldn’t figure out how you knew, but then I remembered. How long did you last before you went rummaging in my bathroom? Did you go looking for it intentionally or could you just not help yourself?” Spencer was now sitting on the bed. He feared his legs would give out if not. You moved to stand between his legs and he flushed that beautiful shade of red once again. “Answer me.” You warned wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I- I went looking.”

“You went looking. And how long did you last before you went looking?” You were teasing him now, getting him all worked up and embarrassed.

“Forty eight minutes.” He said quietly.

“You were in my home for forty eight minutes. You couldn’t even last an hour before you went rummaging through my stuff. Do you know what that makes you?” Spencer shook his head. You brought your lips to his ear and whispered. “A pervert.” He swallowed loudly. “What are you Spencer?”

“A pervert.” He stammered. You couldn’t ignore the bulge in his pants any longer. You cupped him through his pants and his hips bucked up into your hand. He let out the sweetest moan you’d ever heard.

“Did you get off to it? Did you touch yourself and think of me?” He let out another moan and nodded vigorously. “What a dirty boy.” You taunted him. “A dirty pervy boy.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re sorry? No, no sweet boy. Don’t apologise. I just wish you’d come and told me I was making you all hot and bothered. I could have taken care of you myself.” You cooed, still palming him through his pants.

“Yes! Yes, please take care of me.” He whined.

“Take care of you, what?”

“Take care of me mommy. Please.” Spencer practically begged. There it was. You had assumed there was something, some kind of kink. You’d expected a miss, or a mistress. You didn’t expect mommy though.

“Good boy.” You purred pushing him down on the bed.

[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard. 

[riley-kore]

His Perfect Secret

Hey guys this is my first fic on here. Please show it some love. Feedback is always welcome.

Chapter 1

“And here's to my baby, He ain't reading what they call me lately”

We were only sixteen when things spun out of control around us. He was trying to make his name and I was entering the most amazing stage of my life. At 19 I was in my last year at the University of Oxford studying Economics and Management. It was a feat but I wanted to do it, but the two little lines looked back at me, mocking me and my dreams. To say our parents were furious was the least but we knew what we wanted to achieve regardless. So at 19, Lewis was making history in karting and I was finishing uni while preparing for a baby. Seven months after those two little lines, seven days after his birthday Lewis and I welcome our twins Camryn and Celeste Hamilton into this world and at 21 Lewis and I said “I Do” promising to stick by each other forever. Over the years Lewis and I made the decision to keep our family out of the spotlight. So while Lewis raced, I ran the business side of his brand,  managed my own company, and raise our kids. This leads us to where we are today celebrating the twins' 18th birthday.

Lewis was nervous I could see it all over his face. We had always talked about stepping out into the spotlight with the twins. We had originally said at 16 but then they started uni and now we decide it's time. We sat with both of our teams going over everything. People were used to me being around Lewis but only and few persons knew we were married.

“ A heartfelt post on their birthday would be good then them enter the track with him at the start of the season” Jammie, my Social Media Manager said.

“ That could work,” Lewis said gripping my hand tight.

By the time we got back to our apartment anxiety started to skyrocket. My babies meant everything to me and we were about to throw them to the wolves. We walked in and I just wanted to release all the stress of today. I went straight to the bathroom, strip down, and went into the shower, letting the water fall. I stood aimlessly under the shower when the door opened and Lewis stepped in. He stepped forward and my back met his front. His hands wrapped around my middle while he gently kissed my neck. His hands traveled in opposite directions one wrapping around my neck while the other made its way toward my needy center. His hardness pressed into my back as his fingers danced over my clit. 

“I want to hear you sweetheart” he whispered in my ear. The sounds that left my lips were a testament to the man I married. He turned me around and said “ Jump”. I wrap my legs around him, and he walked us over to the wall and braced me on it. He entered me, moving slowly at first building his pace. He bit down on my shoulder marking me like he always does. I could feel myself tightening around him. I could never understand how people get bored in their marriages. After 16 years of marriage, Lewis and I's sex life was always evolving. This man has fucked me in so many ways it has been wonderful.

“I'm close,” I said.

“Me too, “ he said. He speeds and we both feel the release we desperately needed. 

“ I love you” he said kissing me. I returned the kiss and told him i loved him too. We quickly showered and got dressed knowing the twins will be home any moment. This was the beginning of the rest our lives.

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys when they make you insecure PT 2(Atsumu,Suna)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst,fluff

Masterlist

Atsumu:

You have been dating the great setter of the MSBY Jackals since your third year in highschool 

You’ve always been okay with his profession 

Even when it comes with the adoring fans he has (the ones that don’t necessarily like you..)

And the away games he goes to, that you can’t always go to because of your job.

You and Atsumu got to spend all of quarantine together, which was challenging at times. As you and Atsumu sometimes did have conflicting personalities but you loved being together for 8months + altogether. 

But now with the restrictions being lifted, Atsumu got to go back to practice and playing some games although you still got to work from home. Over lockdown, you do feel like you gained a bit of weight (which you didn’t pay much attention to since didn’t everyone gain some weight?) 

However, today you were scrolling through twitter, smiling fondly at the recent tweet ‘tsumu made about you;

@ ThebetterMiya: ‘Remember this @ *Insert your twitter handle here* ‘ 

It was a picture of the two of you in high school in your second year, with you giving Atsumu a hug just after his game against Karasuno. The memory made you smile, but your positive thoughts stopped after seeing a particular comment... “Y/N has definitely let herself go” it read.

 To your surprise Atsumu even liked the comment, you didn’t want to overthink things as you know that Atsumu just unconsciously likes comments and tweets without thinking all the time. But you can’t lie and say you didn’t agree with the comment. 

For the rest of the day, you spent your time googling and searching personal trainers and gyms that were open for you to go to and new healthy diet plans to try

.Atsumu came home a while later, tired and grumpy claiming that coach worked him extra hard in practice. Because of your newfound idea to start eating and being more healthy, you decided to have one last day of ‘letting go’ so your ordered yours and ‘tsumu’s favourite take out.

Whilst eating dinner, you were going INNN as you should  because this is basically your ‘last meal’ you were going to have. ‘tsumu caught onto your cavemen-like way of eating which made him chuckle a bit. “Hey babe, woahh you’re really hungry aren’t ya?” 

His comment threw you off, even though you know that he probably didn’t mean anything by it but from the comment on his twitter earlier and how you already feel about yourself it just didn’t help.

“Well what do you mean about that?” you say a little agressively “you think i’m getting bigger right?”

Your question threw him off guard since he didn’t mean that “well Y/N I know you’ve kinda let youself go a bit and you’re obviously not the weight you were when we 16 but-” before he could finish you get up out of your seat and rushed to your room with tears in your eyes, missing the end of his sentence which was “but I still think you’re beautiful” he murmurs.

He decided to give you some space for a bit, and before approaching he see’s your phone ringing (lets just say you and Atsumu have ultimate trust so you can answer eachothers phones :3) “Hello is this Y/N L/N” the person on the otherside of the phone asked 

“No, this is Miya Atsumu” your boyfriend replied 

“Oh! Miya-san i’m a big fan of you!” he started making Atsumu chuckle “I was just calling Y/N to say i’m available next week saturday to start training”

‘Training?’ Atsumu thought “Can I ask what training you’re preparing for with Y/N” he asks

“Oh I am a personal trainer.” he replied “ Well that’s all I can say, can you please tell Y/N-san to call me again so we can work out times.” he ended the call.

Atsumu goes into your shared-bedroom where he finds you on your laptop looking at ‘weight loss’ tips. He goes over to you and closes your laptop lid and pulls your hand to lead you to the mirror in the room. He stands you in front of it and puts his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful Y/N” he says, sparking more tears in your eyes “I think you misunderstood what I said earlier, you. are. goregous. babe” he says punctuating every single word. “Even, if you feel like you gained weight, or lost weight or whatever I will always think your beautiful. If you feel like you want or need to change I will definitely support you along the way, but I think you’re amazing Y/N.”

“Thank you ‘tsumu” you start “ I do feel a bit insecure about the way I look right now, and I’m sorry for my abrupt leave at dinner but I do feel like my body is gross but I do want to try to see myself the way you see me.”

After many efforts from Atsumu, you definitely fell back in love with your body wether you were bigger or small you didn’t care cause you knew you were beautiful either way and so did Atsumu which he reminded you of that every single day.

AN: Can someone give me a synonym for beautfiul lmao cause that’s the only word I can think to use lol.

Suna:

You and Suna have always surprised people when they find out that you’re together.

Since your loud and talkative personality mixed with his quiet and nonchalantness is that a word? seems to not work well for other people

But opposites attract right?

You just finished the last episode of Kakegurui and were excited for your boyfriend to come home so you can tell him about it. You and Suna have been dating for a few years, after you confessed to him in front of all the boys in the gym in your 3rd year.

Suna enters the house mumbling a soft “Hi Y/N” to which you responded back with “Hi suna” rushing towards your boyfriend with a big hug. 

He slightly recoiled back out of your hug making you frown, to which he used the excuse of ‘I smell bad from practice let me take a shower.’ Whilst he was in the shower you decided to make some dinner for you both since it seems that Suna is a bit ‘grumpy’ today.

Once he exits the shower, and gets changed, he sees the table set out with the delicious food you made. You exit the bathroom to see him sat down already eating his plate. “How do you like it ?” you ask him wanting to know his opinion on your food.

“It’s good” he mumbles, continuing to shove food in his mouth. A bit bothered by the lack of response, you decide to talk about the newest episode in the hopes of lighting the mood. “Last episode of Kakegurui was great Rin, you should’ve seen it I really love mary. She’s great, I am a Mary Saotome simp through and through I still didn’t get the game they played but who cares? I can’t wait for season 3 to come out, I’ve already ordered the first 3 volumes of the Kakegurui twin manga, do you think it’s as good as the manga since I do think it’ll probably be better since it is Mary-centric and who hates mary since she-” You ramble on not taking notice of the bubbling annoyance that Suna seemed to have.

“Can you just shut up Y/N” he shouted making you flinch “ You’re so fucking talktative gosh” he got up and left the house slamming the door shut making you jump again. 

Instead of wallowing in your bed you decide on going out the library to go and read a good book (something that always makes you feel better) forgetting the harsh tone that Suna used with you. You were only trying to lighten the mood...

You got too engrossed with your books to notice how the sun is now gone and it was pitch black outside, the librarian notified you that it was time to go, you figure that if Suna was back at home he would’ve cooled down now so you can have a proper conversation which to be honest, you didn’t really want one.

Once you enter your house, Suna rushes towards you enveloping you in a big hug murmuring a “Oh thank god I was so worried” he tried to give you a kiss on the forehead but you recoil out of it, just as he did to you earlier. 

“I think i’m going to go to bed Rin” you say quietly trudging towards your bedroom and getting immediately in your bed. Suna stood there in the spot you left him in feeling bad for what he said to you at dinner. He goes into you bedroom and see you on your bed and silently gets into it next to you.

“Y/N I know you probably don’t want to hear me right now, but I am sorry” You don’t respond but slowly move closer to him letting him put his arm around you. Because of your silence Suna continues to speak “Umm...I watched the last episode earlier and you were right Mary Saotome is the goat but.... yumeko is better” he said teasingly 

This made you smile, as this is what you wanted a nice moment with your boyfriend talking about the last episode of your favourite show. You spend the rest of the night arguing over which character is better and decide to start Demon Slayer together, with Suna enjoying your after episode talks that you have.

AUTHOR NOTE: I was really excited to write for Suna and Atsumu but I have a fat migraine so i’m so sorry for it not being thattt gooood today :// but I hope you enjoy it regardless 

[blackwidow-bby]

Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

[sluttyfest]

I stepped out of the shower, grabbing my towel off of the rack to dry myself off. Once I was done I returned the towel to the rack before moisturizing my body and throwing on one of Dabi’s hoodies. I meandered out of the bathroom to make my way towards the kitchen. I open the fridge, scanning its content for something to drink. There weren’t many options either, water, cranberry juice, Capri Suns, nothing sparked my interest until I noticed a half a bottle of champagne in the back of the fridge.“Bingo,” I muttered to myself while reaching towards the back of the fridge to grab it. I took a sip contemplating what I should do for the rest of the day. I have been home all day and I have been inexplicably bored, so what should I do? Go back to sleep? Watch more TV? All my options seem just as boring as lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling. In short, there was nothing for me to do. Nothing except to bother my unassuming boyfriend, I smiled to myself as I turned to leave the kitchen. I had one plan in mind; tease the ever-loving shit out of Dabi.

I peeked around the corner of the kitchen to see what he was doing in the living room, and I damn near had a heart attack looking at him. He sat in one of our overstuffed armchairs, using the light from the lamp on the small table next to him to read the book he had in his hands. His glasses were comfortably placed atop the bridge of his nose while his blue eyes flew across the page. His bare chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm as he flipped the page, and I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

At the beginning of our relationship, he refused to let me see him shirtless, saying how he didn’t feel comfortable with it, until recently. I’ve only seen him shirtless a handful of times, and I remember when he first said he was okay with it I nearly passed out because regardless of what he says or thinks in my eyes he’s fucking beautiful. That’s why even now I couldn’t help staring at him, shamelessly ogling every part of his body.

He wore a pair of gray sweatpants with blue fuzzy socks, like a fucking dork. His purple scars drastically contrasted his smooth pale skin with the way they were stitched across his arms and chest. Just barely peeking over the book he was reading was the beginning of his tiny belly rolls and right below it was a small tuft of white hair peeking over the waistband of his sweatpants. His black hair that blended to white towards the roots was plastered to his forehead, serving as a telltale sign that he had recently gotten out of the shower too. “Dabi,” I sighed, slowly making my way towards him.

“Hmm,” he hummed, not bothering to take his eyes off of his book. I took another sip of the champagne as I stopped in front of him. I set the bottle down on the table so I could grab his book slowly pulling it from his grasp to set it down on the table next to it. “Dabiiiii,“ I whispered again, sliding myself into his lap while letting my hands gently glide up his chest arrest on his shoulders. “What is it, princess,“ he murdered, his eyes momentarily not meeting might as they lingered on my lips. His hands instantly gravitated towards my hips and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face as I grabbed his hands to pull them off of my hips to rest them on either armrest of the chair. “No touchy since you didn’t want to answer me the first time,“ I snickered, running my hands up his arms to feel his muscles tense as he tightened his grip on the chair. “Stop playing with me,“ he groaned, rolling his eyes, “please.“

The smile on my face only grew, “come on baby, I’m not playing with you,“ I whispered. He narrowed his eyes, “so what do you want?“

“I want you silly,“ I muttered, “do you want me?“

I leaned forward, letting my gaze fall from his eyes to his lips as I awaited his answer. “You know I always do,” he breathed, leaning even closer to close the gap between us, but before he could I turned my head to the side allowing his lips to connect with my cheek. “I’m glad to hear it,” I whispered, grabbing the bottle of champagne to take another sip. I felt his lips linger on my skin trailing down from my cheek to my neck, the slight brush of his lips became increasingly harsher as he made his way to the crook of my neck, “kiss me,“ he whispered, “please.“

Hearing him say please was music to my ears. A few months ago he wouldn’t be caught dead sounding so desperate for my affection, but now any desperate thought or plea easily slipped from his mouth without a second thought and I fucking loved it.

“Beg for it like a good boy,“ I groaned, feeling his teeth dig into the skin on my neck. “Please,“ he whispered again, “pretty please.“

“Keep going“ I whispered, taking another sip on the champagne letting the overly alcohol pool in my mouth, “kiss me,“ he mumbled peppering my neck with more kisses as he made his way back up my throat, “please… Mommy.“

I nearly choked on the drink in my mouth as I promptly swallowed it, “you- you called me mommy,“ I whispered clearly stating the fucking obvious but I couldn’t help it. It took me by surprise, I told him in passing that I’d like to be called that but the last thing I expected was for him to do it. “Yeah, I… Do you not like it,“ he asked, and I could hear the embarrassment and Mal great kicking up at his voice.

“No, no I fucking love it,“ I said taking another sip from the bottle of champagne that’s nearly empty now. Its overly sweet taste wrapped around my tongue because I refuse to swallow it. I set the bottle back down on the table while my opposite hand got tangled in his hair pulling it slightly to pull his lips away from my neck. I reached for his face with my free hand gently pulling his glasses off to rest them on top of the book. He whispered another desperate, “please, “before I pressed my lips against his.

A slight groan of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as my lips moved against his, allowing for the champagne to spew from my mouth into his. The substance slipped into his mouth and dribbled down his chin onto his chest. I smiled to myself as I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair while I slowly started to rock my body on his. “Let me touch you, “he whined against my lips, “please.”

“Not yet” I purred. When did he get so desperate? I couldn’t answer that question but I guess somewhere along the way he changed, easily coming in tune with his emotions rather than shutting them out. Although I doubt he’s taken notice of that fact, I’m proud of him for it. I pulled away momentarily “I… I love you, Dabi,“ I whispered. I've never said that to him, but at the moment I was never so sure of that statement. We both always just avoided those three little words. Even though it’s a short phrase couples always say we just never did. They mean so many things, so many uncertain things we are both subconsciously scared of. However at this moment, it was the only thing I was certain of, but I didn’t expect him to say it back. I felt him hold his breath as me saying I love you for the first time washed over him. “You don’t- ” I started, only to be abruptly cut off for him.

“I- I love you too,” he muttered, completely throwing me off guard. I smiled to myself because he said he loved me. It’s stupid I know, but it means the absolute world to me. The simple phrase emphasized everything we’ve been through together and how much he’s changed since we first met. He’s the same Dabi, but he’s a new man and that makes me happy. It makes me happy that I can say I love you, and it makes me happy that he can say it back. My heart swelled as it became overwhelmed with too many emotions, I had more to say but it all got caught in my throat.

I smashed my lips against him eagerly and more easily to prove I wasn’t being sappy for the sake of being sappy. Our lips molded together in a passionate kiss. His hands stayed glued to the chair, while mine tugged on his hair, slowly sliding down to his shoulders so I could grind my body on his harder. I felt his dick grow and flex in his sweatpants as I moved my pussy back and forth on him.

Our lips felt like brands of fire, eternally trying to consume each other, while our tongues pressed against each other as the kindling to the newfound depth in our relationship, and maybe I was getting a little buzzed from the champagne but I was enjoying this pressing my body against his white shamelessly loaning for more knowing I’m the reason that neither of us could get enough.

“Let me touch you… please,” he panted, “please… mommy. Just let me touch you. I need it.” His voice was so pretty like this, all desperate and whiny for something so insignificant. He’s so desperate just to get his hands on me and I love it.

“Come on just be a good boy and wait,” I whispered, “you can do that, can’t you?” He paused, staring at me before he abruptly shook his head, “I can’t,” he whined, “just let me fuck you… please.”

“Keep begging like that and I’ll think about it,” I muttered, not giving him the option to speak as I brought my lips to his again. “Be a good boy for me,” I purred against his lip. I pressed my chest against him, forcing our lips to form together forcibly pulling a choked whimper from him. It was barely audible, comparable to the light tread of a kitten’s paws. It was so quiet, but I heard it and I fucking loved it. I wanted to hear more of him like that.

“Baby please,” he groaned, his plea partially muffed from how hard I was kissing him, and I didn’t care because with my aggression he was struggling. He was struggling to kiss me back. He was struggling to keep his hands on the chair rather than all over my body. He was fucking struggling and all he could do was whimper and beg with only the mere hope that I’d be merciful. Just the thought of him being so vulnerable was turning me on and I felt a heat race through my torso completely unraveling and exploding in my pussy as I felt myself getting his sweatpants wet. He won’t mind, right? That’s what washing machines are for anyway.

“Please… mommy,” he whined, “I can’t take it.”

Although I loved hearing him like this, I completely ignored him, opting to just roll my body on his with more force. “Please,” he whined, turning his head to the side. He was panting and the pale skin on his face that hadn’t been charged was a lush pink color. “Do you always feel like this,” he whispered.

“Do I always feel like what?” I mumbled, rolling my hips on his dick noting the way his grip on the armrests tended up. His veins bulged and his knuckles were ghostly white.

Maybe he’s more frustrated than I thought.

“So…” he paused, pulling his thoughts together, “so… fucking desperate.” He craned his neck to look up at me. I cocked my head to the side, “elaborate for me, please,“ I stated, ceasing my body’s erotic movements to let him think properly. “ like… I can’t think. My mind constantly races, jumping from thought to thought but now… I can’t think of anything. My mind is blank, the only thing constantly resurfacing is how bad I want to fuck you. Do you usually feel like that? Like your mind is owned by me or something?”

“You feel like I own your mind?” I asked. I felt my heart stumble over stew beats after he confessed how his mind was working right now because he had never ever been so forthcoming with his emotions. Ever. “Yeah,” he muttered,” is that… weird?”

“No, no baby, that’s not weird,” I whispered, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips, “I always feel the same way with you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck as I tenderly brought his lips back to mine. I let my tongue slip into his mouth before pulling away to repeat the same process. I turned my head slightly pressing my lips against his again while I gently rolled my hips on his dick, but when I pulled my lips away from him this time I heard him just barely whisper, “I like it… I like feeling like this.”

“Yeah? You like being a good boy for me?“

“Y- yes… mommy, I like being a good boy for you,” he bucked his hips up to emphasize his point. “Can I have more… please… I want more,” his voice cracked when he said please. He sounded so whiny and desperate and when I opened my eyes I noticed the unscarred skin on his cheeks had deepened from a lush pink to a cherry red.

“Such a pretty boy,” I whispered, standing up. He groaned in dissatisfaction as his eyes flew open staring first at me then his crotch as if he couldn’t believe I stood up. His eyes grew proportionally wider when he noticed the wet spot in his pants.

“Are… Uhm, are you wearing panties?” He asked, slowly trailing his eyes back to meet mine.

“Let me give you a hint,” I smiled. I grabbed one of his hands, folding it so his index and middle fingers were sticking out as I brought it between my legs. I let his fingers brush my clit before pushing them inside me, I felt his fingers wiggle slightly as I pulled them out of me. I brought his hand to his mouth as he happily lolled his tongue out to rest his glistening fingers on it. He quickly pulled them into his kith, slowly sucking every last drop off of them. “What do you think, baby boy? Do you think I have panties on?”

He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly shaking his head, “does this mean I can touch you now?”

“Nope,” I happily chirped, obnoxiously popping the ‘p.’

“Please,” he whined, “I’ve been a good boy… right?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed, getting on my knees in front of him, “good boys are usually patient.”

“I- I’ve been patient… mommy,” he stated, trailing off to an incoherent whisper as he watched my hands reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. I tugged at it and he quickly lifted his hips to let me pull his pants down.

“Oh? Are you really that desperate,” I chuckled, letting his pants look at his ankles, as I quickly realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Well, there goes my plan for an added layer of teasing…

“Yes… I am that desperate,” he mumbled, “can you… take care of it… please m- mommy.”

I noticed every time he said mommy he hesitated and I felt a pang of guilt, if he wasn’t comfortable with calling me that he didn’t have to force himself for my sake. “You don’t have to call me mommy if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“No! I do… I like it, I just have to get used to it, you know it’s… different.”

“I understand,” I whispered, smiling at him as I grabbed his dick to slowly start stroking it, “you’re such a good boy, you know that?” His eyes grew wider as he slowly nodded his head, “uhh… y- yeah… I know I am,” he muttered, watching my hand move back and forth on his dick.

“Uh-huh… my good boy,” I said standing up.

“Your good boy,” he breathed, screwing his eyes shut. I watched his grip on the armrests tighten while I got back on top of him, I slowly ground my pussy along the length of his dick l. I leaned in, my lips gently caressing his ear as I whispered, “do you think I’m wearing underwear, baby?”

“No… no, I don’t,” he breathily whined, “can I- can I touch you now… please mommy.”

“Why do you want to touch me so bad, huh baby boy?”

“Cause you’re making me feel so… so fucking good and- and I want more… Please, I want so much more… pretty please… mommy I- I’ve been a good boy, r- right?”

“I’m not sure, I thought I said good boys are patient,” I muttered, grinding my body in his with more purpose. I dragged my hips harder while moving slower, reveled in the way his dick flexed, and I heard his breath hitch as he tried and failed to suppress the tiny whimper that squeaked past his lips. “Please mommy,” he groaned, gently bucking his hips up against mine, “fuck… please.”

I ignored his desperate pleas as I continued to grind on him, and for right now I’ll blame the alcohol for making me hold out for so long. No matter how badly we both wanted to be satisfied I was the reason for our dissatisfaction because I liked the way he sounded. I liked how needy he sounded. I love how he was so genuinely open to expressing how pent up and needy he was, and maybe I was scared that if I gave him what he so desperately wanted I’d stop getting to see this side of him. I kept up this meticulous game of desperation for just a little while longer because no matter how greedy I felt and no matter how badly I wanted him to destroy my needy little good boy I couldn’t deny the fact that there was a part of me that had an innate weakness for his dominant side.

As I continued to grind on him I noticed his groans got whinier and louder while he bucked his hips up harder and faster to match my pace. “Such a needy boy,” I moaned in his ear, “ thought you said you were going to be good for me.”

“I- I can’t… I’m not good at it… I- I want you too bad, mmmmommy, p- please,” he groaned, throwing his head to the side as he began panting, “please… p- please mommy, just let me fuck you… please I- I can’t take it, I’m not patient I’m- I’m a bad boy… please I just- I just want you. I- I want to be inside you… please… please mo- my. I want to touch you. I want to mercilessly fuck you. P- please let me do that, p- pretty please mommy.” He continued to whine and beg, saying he’s sorry and he isn’t a good boy and repeatedly saying how badly he wants t fuck me. It was cute. He’s so fervently proclaiming how he isn’t a good boy, yet his hands have thus far stayed glued to the armrests of the chair. As he continued to babble on, I reached between the two of us, raising my body slightly so I could grab the base of his dick. I slowly rubbed the tip along my pussy, my essence slowly dripped down his shaft as I did so.

“More,” he groaned, “m- mommy, I need more… please.”

“My good boy,” I sighed, pushing him inside of me lowering my body sensually feeling his dick fill me up. “Fuck,” I whined, “f- feeling better now, baby?”

“More,” he groaned, rolling his neck to look up at me. “Please mommy,” he whispered, “can I touch you now?”

“Not yet baby,” I muttered, “we’re almost there, you’re doing so well for me.” I brought my lips to him, our lips moved against each other in a slow yet ravenous kiss. His lips were soft, but his tongue was lethal, harshly pressing against mine greedily exploring the confines of my mouth, He sat up straighter, pressing his chest against mine to deepen the kiss. Our lips were practically glued together while our tongues continued to press and slide against each other. His tongue swirled with mine momentarily retreating to his mouth before repeating the same dance harder and faster. He groggily groaned when my teeth unintentionally ran across his tongue and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling away to whisper, “Sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” He groaned, “I don’t care. Just keep kissing me… please.” I heeded his plea, smashing my lips against his while taking the time to finally start slowly lifting and lowering my hips. I could feel his dick press against my g-spot every time I pushed his full length inside of me. I knew I was driving both of us to the brink of insanity with the way our lips hedonistically moved against each other while I gently bounced my ass on him. The difference in pace was killing me, our teeth clashed against each other like a cataclysmic tidal wave while my hips bounced and rolled against his like the calming ripple of a lake on a windy day and I could tell it was starting to get to him too.

“Faster,” he groaned against my lips, “please mommy go faster, please.” With the last please his voice cracked and for a split second, I didn’t want to. I wanted to drag out every damn millisecond until he was practically on the verge of tears begging me to go faster. For a fleeting moment I wanted to edge him into oblivion, but I couldn’t ignore the growing longing in the pit of my stomach to feel his hands on my body. I reluctantly pulled away from him, just barely opening my eyes to look at him. “Why’d you stop,” he groaned, doing the same as I did to look at me.

“You want it faster?” I whispered, to which he fervently nodded his head, “yes, please mommy… can you please go faster.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself, pretty boy,” I paused, slowly leaning in to whisper in his ear, “you’ve been such a good boy, so you can go ahead and touch me now.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, gently kissing the crook of my neck while his arms practically teleported from the chair to be wrapped around my waist. He snuggled his head into the crook of my neck, a soft and adorable notion that completely contradicted the way he started to mercilessly buck his hips up against mine.

“Hah… fuck, Dabi” I whined.

He dug his fingers into my sides, “feels… you feel good mommy,” he groaned against my skin.

“Mhm… m- my good boy,” I groaned, hearing him groan in response.

He held nothing back shamelessly whining and groaning while he rutted into me. His dick repeatedly drove into me, overstimulating and abusing every sensitive spot in me, and all I could do was wrap my arms around his shoulders, tangle my hands in his hair and just take it. “My… my good boy,” I moaned in his ear, he’d been so good for me, and I loved it. I love him. “I love you,” I whispered.

He distractedly moaned in my ear before, slowing down his merciless assault to a dull hault. We were both panting as I felt his hands drop from my waist to slide under the hoodie I was wearing. “Soft,” he whimpered, trailing his hands over the expanse of my lower back, “Y/n… you’re… soft… so soft.”

“Are you okay,” I whispered gently, dragging my nails over his scalp, “we can stop if you want to.”

“No,” he muttered, “I don’t want to stop… please… I- I want a kiss, mommy… but… you can’t look at me.”

“Okay baby,” I mumbled, closing my eyes to pull myself away from him. I sensed his body shift as he pressed his lips against mine. He was practically shaking as his lips desperately moved against mine, his tongue hungrily pressed against mine while he gently rolled his hips up against mine. He wantonly whined into my mouth while his tongue needily moved against mine. I matched his yearnsome energy rocking my hips in sync with his while our lips leisurely slid against each other. I almost got completely lost in his touch until the metallic sting of blood pricked my tongue.

My eyes flew open as I pulled away, “are you bleeding,” I asked, quickly trailing off to a whisper as I took note of the blood seeping from the scars beneath his eyes. “Sorry… I told you not to look at me,” he mumbled.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head no.

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head no, again.

“Do you want to stop?”

He quickly shook his head no, again.

“Okay… you’re such a pretty boy,” I whispered, finding joy in the way he quickly averted his gaze before resting his head on my shoulder.

“Shut up,” he muttered. He tightened his grip around my waist, “say it again though… mommy… please.”

“My pretty… boy,” I hiccuped as he resumed his ruthless pace rutting into me.

“Mommy’s… pr- pretty boy,” he mumbled, “I… I love… y- you… mommy.”

I hummed, snaking my hand around his back while dropping my head onto his shoulder. My other arm stayed wrapped around his shoulder, the tips of my fingers comfortably buried within the depths of his black and white locks.

He relentlessly drove himself into me, abrasively dragging his dick along every sensitive spot in my body while the tip continuously rammed against my g-spot. I kept my head snuggled into the crook of his neck whispering saccharine praise while I let him have his way with me.

“You’re such a good boy…

“Just- just like that baby… keep going…

“I love hearing you moan for me…

“You’re my good boy, you know that…

“My good boy…

“Mpmh, m- mommy… I- I’m gonna- hng- fuck… does it… d- do you feel good too, mommy,” he whined, the ferocity of his movements slowly withered losing momentum as he brought himself closer and closer to his release.

“Yes baby,” I whispered lightly, kissing his neck, “you’re making me feel so good right now.”

“Kay… Kay,” he groaned, “good… that’s good.”

“Such a good boy,” I whispered.

“You- your good boy… I- hah fuck… I- I like that. Can you… you- can you keep saying that,” he hushedly sputtered, “p- please, mommy.”

“My- my good boy,” I muttered. My nails sunk into the soft skin on his back as the way he bucked his hips and bounced my body became slower and more purposeful. “D- Dabi,” I whined. The rhythmic pounding against my g-spot was overwhelming, it felt like he was pushing himself deeper and deeper inside my stomach while he sighed, “your… good boy.”

“So- so good for me,” I moaned as I shivered in his arms, hearing the splatter of my essence hitting his pelvis. The sound of our bodies colliding was now punctuated by the slosh of my pussy and a periodic wet smack. “My- my good boy,” I gasped as tears pooled, fogging my vision.

“Yeah,” he whimpered, “all- all yours… fuck I- mmm… mommy.” His grip around my waist tightened, eagerly pulling my body against his. He held me still, further burying his face into the crook of my neck in an attempt to conceal his loud whines as he came, efficiently painting my plush walls white as he filled me up with his cum. “Mmmommy,” he breathlessly whined.

“My… good boy,” I sighed out of breath, gently stroking his hair as I patiently waited for him to calm down.