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— NOT LONG AGO, joe burrow.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow 𝔁 Black!Wife!Reader

GENRE: Husband & Dad Joe

SUMMARY: In which — Joe and Y/N can't believe how far they've come. From taking a pregnancy test in a dorm room, to washing dishes while the babies watch a movie.

NOTE: I got a MacBook and forgot how to act, writing on this thing is so much fun Lord help me. I thought this was kinda cute, shows a lil different side of our couple but its low-key the shortest thing I've written so far, unfortunately :( but enjoy and ignore any errors! <3

UNIVERSE: Tenderhearts & Touchdowns!

The house was unusually quiet, a rare reprieve in the Burrow household. The twins, Hudson and Elijah, were snuggled up on the couch under a thick blanket, captivated by the colorful characters on the TV screen. Their little giggles and whispers occasionally broke the stillness. Outside, the cold December wind howled, but the warmth of their Cincinnati home kept the chill at bay.

Y/N stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing the last of the dinner plates. The glow from the under-cabinet lights cast a soft radiance over her face, and she hummed a tune under her breath, content in the moment.

Joe appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. His gaze lingered on her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” he called softly. “Why don’t you let me handle these? Go hang out with the boys for a bit.” He nodded toward the couch where their sons were quietly enjoying the movie.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving into a smile. “Y'know how this works, Burrow. I wash, you rinse.” She handed him a freshly cleaned plate, their fingers brushing briefly.

Joe chuckled, stepping forward to take his place beside her at the sink. “Fair enough. I just hate seein' you doing all the work when you’ve been chasing after them all day.”

“I like this part,” she replied softly, dipping her hands back into the soapy water. “It’s peaceful. Plus, we’re a team, remember?”

Their routine continued, the rhythmic sounds of dishes clinking and water running filling the air. The moment felt perfect in its simplicity.

“Remember when we found out?” Joe started, his voice carrying a note of nostalgia. Y/N looked at him briefly, shaking her head as she let out a soft giggle.

“How could I forget? You ran nearly three miles across campus to get to my dorm, Joe.” She replied, and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before asking, "How do you think I got the Heisman?"

★

Back in 2019, Joe and Y/N were basically still kids. Seniors in college, but still kids. Y/N had finals coming up for her Bachelor's degree, and word around campus was that Joe would be nominated for this year's Heisman. They were both rather successful in their academics and sports--but this, no level of success could prepare a college student for a positive pregnancy test.

She sat on the floor of her dorm room, her back pressed against the bed-frame, knees pulled to her chest. Her breathing was shallow and erratic, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. The pregnancy tests were on the bathroom counter, both of them untouched—her mind racing in panic, holding her back from using the tests alone.

When Joe picked up, his voice was steady but laced with concern. “Y/N? Hey, babe. What's up?”

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked sob. Her breathing quickened, and she could feel her chest tightening.

“Y/N,” Joe said, his voice firmer now. “Breathe, okay? I’m coming. I’ll be there in ten.”

The line disconnected before she could respond, and she stared at the phone in her trembling hands, her tears falling freely.

Meanwhile, Joe was already running. He bolted out of the locker room, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his cleats barely tied. The cold air stung his face as he sprinted across campus from the football field to the girls’ dorms. Students turned to watch as he sped past, but he didn’t care.

By the time he reached her door, he was panting, his chest heaving from the exertion. He pushed it open without hesitation and dropped his duffel bag to the floor. The sight of Y/N, curled up and trembling, hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Y/N,” he breathed, moving toward her. She stood shakily, meeting him halfway, and threw her arms around his neck. Her sobs were muffled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey, hey,” Joe murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her tear-streaked face breaking his heart. "I think I—I'm pregnant." She choked out, a hand going to her mouth to try and cover the hiccups.

"I'm too scared to touch them, Joe." She sobbed, and he nodded, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "It's alright, Y/N. I'm here now."

They stood there for a moment before Joe left a kiss on her tanned forehead, brushing a stray curl away from her face and tilting her chin upward. "I'll stand right beside you. I'll even hold your hand if you want me to."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, "Now's not the time to be humorous, Burrow." She roughly wiped her tears away before making her way to the bathroom, turning around with a waiting expression—hoping Joe was on her heels, which he was.

She took both tests while Joe stood a few inches away, looking away out of respect but still turning around to check on her every few moments. Y/N quickly washed her hands, taking the tests and grabbing Joe's hand, leading him to her bed. They both sat on the edge, the two plastic tests lying in between them. Face down.

At least six minutes had passed now, and Joe couldn't stop his leg from bouncing. Y/N stared at them as if they might explode, her hands trembling slightly.

"You should check." Joe said, breaking the silence, his voice low and steady. Y/N whipped her head in his direction, "Me? You check it!"

Joe shook his head by then decided against arguing. He sighed, leaning over, and then hesitating for a moment. His fingers hovering over the tests, "Okay, but...don't we kinda already know?"

"Just look, Joe." She snapped, her voice higher-pitched than usual. She squeezed her eyes shut out of fear, as Joe flipped the tests over and freezes. His jaw tightened, but he doesn't speak right away.

"Joe," Y/N whispers, her heart pounding in her chest. "What does it say?"

"Positive." he says, barely above a whisper.

The words hit her like a freight train. She slumps back into the couch, her head in her hands. "Oh my God," she mutters, her voice cracking. "This can’t be happening. I can’t—"

"Y/N," Joe starts, but she cuts him off, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

"My mama is going to kill me," she says, sitting up straight now, her hands flying. "You don’t understand, Joe. And my daddy's always lecturing me about ‘staying focused’ and ‘not ruining my future.’ This is exactly what he meant! They’re never going to forgive me for this!"

Joe stands, walking over to her and crouching down. "Hey," he says softly, placing a hand on her knee, but she jerks away, jumping to her feet.

"And what about graduation?" she continues, pacing the room now. "Three months, Joe! We graduate in three months! Do you have any idea how much a baby costs? Diapers, formula, doctor visits… How are we supposed to afford that?"

Joe stays quiet, letting her vent. She turns to him suddenly, her eyes wide. "You don’t even have a job lined up yet! And me? I don’t know if my internship is going to turn into anything. We have nothing, Joe. Nothing!"

"Y/N," he says firmly, standing up.

She doesn’t stop. "I’m not ready for this! We’re not ready for this! I can’t—"

"Y/N!" he says louder, his voice cutting through her panic. She freezes, her chest heaving.

He takes a step closer, his voice calmer now. "Listen to me. I know this wasn’t the plan, okay? I get it. But I am going pro. You know I’ve been working toward the draft, and my agent is confident I’ll get picked. I’m gonna make it, Y/N. And when I do, we’ll be okay."

She stares at him, shaking her head. "Joe, the draft isn’t guaranteed. What if something goes wrong? What if you don’t get picked? What if—"

"I will," he interrupts, his tone steady. "I will. I’m not just doing this for me anymore—I’m doing it for you. For us. For this baby."

Her bottom lip quivers, but she doesn’t say anything. Joe steps closer, taking her hands in his. "I know you’re scared. Hell, I’m scared too. But we’ve got each other, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you and this baby are taken care of. I promise you that."

Tears spill over her cheeks as she looks at him. "You’re so sure about everything, but I’m not. My parents are going to see this as the end of my life, Joe. The end of everything I’ve worked for."

He nods, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Then we’ll prove them wrong. We’ll show them that this isn’t the end—it’s just a new beginning. You’re still going to graduate, Y/N. You’re still going to chase your dreams. And we’ll figure the rest out together."

She exhales shakily, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around her. "I just… I don’t know how we’re going to do this."

"One step at a time," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "We’ll start by telling our parents. Together."

She pulls back, giving him a doubtful look. "That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to hear my dad’s lecture about how I’ve ‘thrown my life away.’"

Joe chuckles softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, but I’ll be right there with you. And if he tries to kill me, I’ll just tell him I’m going pro—maybe that’ll distract him."

Despite herself, Y/N laughs through her tears. "You’re ridiculous."

"Maybe," he says, grinning. "But I love you. And I love this baby, even if it’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me."

She looks at him, her expression softening. "I love you too."

He pulls her back into his arms, holding her tightly. For the first time all night, she lets herself believe him.

★

Back in their kitchen, the married couple laughs in unison as they recalled the dinner where they told both of their parents. "Oh my gosh! Daddy almost jumped across that table at you!"

"I was scared!" Joe laughed loudly, covering his mouth when he saw Hudson's head pop up over the top of the couch. "Your dad is very intimidating."

"Well, you survived." Y/N insisted, "And we both know I thought my life was over." Joe playfully frowned, "You were pacing so much before that dinner, babe. I thought you were gonna burn a hole in the carpet."

She flicks a bit of water at him, rolling her eyes. "Well, excuse me for being a little freaked out. It wasn’t exactly a normal Tuesday, you know? We were graduating in three months, broke as hell, and had no idea what we were doing."

Joe nods, his smile softening. "I remember how scared you were about telling your parents. But you know what I remember more?"

"What?" she asks, handing him a clean glass.

"How you still managed to push through all that fear and finish your degree on time. You didn’t let anything stop you, not even two babies kicking your ribs during finals."

Y/N shakes her head, laughing. "Don’t act like you weren’t freaking out too. You spent half the night staring at that pregnancy test like it might change if you looked hard enough."

Joe laughs, drying the glass. "Okay, fair. I was terrified. But I knew we’d figure it out. And look at us now."

Y/N glances around the kitchen, her eyes lingering on the family photos on the fridge—the twins’ school pictures, a shot of the four of them at the beach, and a drawing labeled Mama, Daddy, Hudson, and Elijah.

"Yeah," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "We’ve built a pretty amazing life, haven’t we?"

Joe sets the towel down and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "We have. And those two little terrors in the living room? They’re the best thing that ever happened to us."

Y/N leans into him, resting her head against his chest. "I still can’t believe we were worried about not being ready. I mean, we weren’t—but we figured it out."

Joe kisses the top of her head, his voice low and full of love. "That’s because we’re a team, Y/N. Always have been."

Before she can respond, a loud crash comes from the living room, followed by giggles and a triumphant "Wasn't me!"

Y/N groans, pulling back. "Moment's over."

Joe laughs, grabbing a dish towel. "I’ll check on the damage. You finish up here."

As he heads toward the living room, Y/N watches him go, her heart swelling with gratitude. She turns back to the sink, rinsing the last plate as the sound of Joe’s playful scolding echoes from the other room.

She smiles to herself, thinking back to that night all those years ago. It had been terrifying and uncertain, but it led to this—a life full of love, laughter, and a chaos she wouldn’t trade for the world.

[lieutenant-lithuania]

Demons have been getting less and less business ever since people discovered technology. Todays computers educate people and prevent them into joining cults in the name of the devil— or make up new ones that have nothing to do with demons! How cruel!

Which is why the demons adapted and integrated into modern tech.

That MacBook your friends sweet grandma bought him? Well every time he send an email to his professor the demon inside adds a personalized insult randomly in the middle of his text directed towards the poor teacher. The phone that your other friend swore was normal the night before? It now sends you horror videos 3:00 to 3:33 AM.

Was this weird? Yes. Was this scary? Of course. Was this annoying? Absolutely. You've gotten so used to the buzzing of your phone in the dead of night that you've started to sleep through it. And every single time your friend shows up to class with an embarrassed frown on his face you already know some teacher chewed him out for "telling" them their face looks like a horse when they get into the flow of the lesson.

It was normal life now. So when a professor comes to class and admits shamefully that the entire lesson of the day was wiped clean off of your computer, most of the class just sighs.

No one knows why this was happening to almost everyone, and you sure as hell have wasted energy trying to find an answer. So, what's left?

You remembered that you haven't ever opened the strange and edgy videos sent to you, and with boredom clouding your judgement— you clicked on one of the videos. It immediately showed you distorted faces and edited blood. Cryptic and haunting words flashed onto the screen and whispered in a voice only a devil could muster. It wasn't scary. Maybe it's because you watched it in the middle of the day, or maybe because you've watched too many arg's filled with very similar type of imagery. Nonetheless, you weren't disturbed and threw your phone to the side. Homework was awaiting you with open arms.

Unbeknownst to you, you have just made a gateway from your friends phone to yours, successfully migrating over to your device. And it is not pleased. Don't you know how much it worked to make that video?! Modern day horror is exactly like this! And learning photo-editing as an ancient entity isn't easy! A little bit of appreciation would have been nice!

It put blood sweat and tears into making something even more toe-curling and vomit inducing and popped it onto your screen one day as you attempted to pick out a song for your walk to campus. You stopped in your tracks, gazed upon the first couple seconds of the video and sighed, pocketing your phone and continuing your venture in silence. HOW RUDE.

But the demon couldn't lie, it was intrigued. Did nothing he do give you even the smallest of frights? Is the modern generation already desensitized to such things? It could only find out by watching you even closer.

Whenever you put your phone out on the table, it observed you. Whenever you texted it memorized each and every letter. It secretly accompanied you when you watched youtube. At first it told itself that it was just doing this to make falling asleep unbearable for you and to make sure his videos are imprinted into your mind forever.

But then it couldn't stop. Its day wouldn't be complete nor good if it didn't hear you speak or see your face. It wanted you to smile, to scream, to cry and to kiss its face. Dear underworld, it knew what was happening and nothing could stop it. It was obsessed. It was in love. With a mortal.

Would you like it if the demon knew you to your core? Would you be creeped out if it correctly listed off all of your search history? Don't worry, it doesn't judge! In fact, it searched up everything you did to make sure it knows what you know. You're perfect together! You must see it! You must see your fated!

The phone buzzed as you brushed your teeth, and you picked it up. There was only one notification on the screen.

UNKNOWN "Hi, Y/N. Mind if we chat?"

[joelssimp]

STILL | CHAPTER 02

I'm posting this one fast, because the first chapter has zero Pedro interaction, Just so we meet and get to know the MC, and I wanted to give you guys some Pedrito CW: Not much, but reader is afraid of drowning.

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02 - Boat Trip

For more times than I can count, I thanked the heavens for having a chance to spend the summer in a province where the temperatures and humidity weren't as high as they usually were in Ontario. I love my province, don't get me wrong, but the heat that I experienced during those two or three months every year was something I didn't like at all.

For almost a week, Kate and I spent our days organizing our schedules for the next month, making lists of essential photos for each episode, and each department, planning our days off (they were rare, but they did exist), and getting to know each other.

Kate was a breath of fresh air in the midst of a bunch of crazy emotions. Her presence was soft, the jokes became more frequent, and the intimacy that fueled our work began to flow naturally. We talked almost all day long about everything and nothing at the same time.

Friday afternoon (the last day of our mandatory quarantine), she was cooking something for our dinner, “The Lumineers” was playing on the speaker of her small radio, a beer in her hand, and another for me on top of our two-seater micro-dining table. I was reviewing some documents on my macbook, and updating part of my portfolio with a mini-photoshoot we did the day before on our bathtub.

“Got the news that some restrictions are being lifted next week,” Kate said randomly, bringing me back to the reality of our kitchen.

She was looking at her phone with a small smile tugging her lips.

“I think the more people get vaccinated, the faster they'll lift these restrictions” I replied without taking my eyes off my computer “But that doesn't erase the fact that we'll have to work with these masks on set.”

“Don't even begin, just thinking about it makes me short of breath” She complained.

My lips quirked into a small smile at her comment. If there was one person who hated this whole mask thing more than I did, it was Kate.

I glanced at the bottom of my screen at the sound of a notification, and realized I had just received an email from Mike, the guy responsible for making the “photographers-TV production” connection.

I opened it immediately and let my eyes wander over the text.

“Afternoon on the Boat” Good afternoon Still, how is the adaptation going in the city? I am writing to make a request to you or Kate. I was informed that a small group of the cast and a person from the production will be taking a boat trip tomorrow afternoon around Banff, which is an hour outside the city. I would like to see which of you two can tag along with them to capture this moment. We can even get some of those pictures to use on set design. I await your response, and also apologize for asking so late. Best regards, Mike.

“Hey Kate.”

“Yeah?” She looked away from the pots and sipped some of the liquid from her bottle.

“Just got an email from Mike, asking if one of us could go on a trip with a group of the cast tomorrow afternoon.” I turned the screen to her and waited for her to read the information. “Wanna take this one?” I asked, trying to be formal.

“I would love to, but I made an appointment at that salon on the corner to get my hair done, since it's the first day we'll be able to leave this apartment.”

“Your first day, I've been clean for two days now.” I joked, bringing the computer back to me.

“But you’re the best companion, who doesn't like to socialize, so you chose to stay here with me.” She blew me a playful kiss, making me laugh out loud. “You can take this one, and I'll cover for you next time.”

“I hate everything that involves the chance of me drowning…” I said after a while of silence.

“You can swim, right?” Kate raised an eyebrow, still joking.

“Camera equipment and water don't mix, so neither do I”

“On the bright side... you'll get an early start with this all-star cast” She considered.

Filming wouldn't start until the end of next week, but it would be nice to start "slowly" and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. A Saturday outside the walls of this apartment would be a welcome change.

“You'll owe me a big one” I joked with her, and she laughed back.

“You’re the best”

“Yeah, I fucking know.”

I replied to the email confirming my presence and closed the computer to enjoy the vibe of our dinner filled with music and lots of laughter. Ever since Kate arrived, every moment was a different CD, an alternative or folk band to get to know, and this was one of the traits of her personality that I started to really like. We were never bored, there was always something interesting to talk about, to joke about, or to meditate on.

Somehow I managed to wake up early the next day, because I had to do a test in time to go on the trip with the cast. Sam showed up again to pick up the kit and take it to the studio. He was the person who ran around making sure everything was just right, and it looked like we were going to see each other a lot.

The morning was a perfect summer temperature, a wind that made you feel like the day could be the best day in this city. The blue sky with not a single cloud was classic for this time of year. So I took the opportunity to organize everything I was going to take on the little trip. Memory cards, extra batteries, my favorite lenses, filters, and the two camera bodies I had, but in the end I knew I would only use the newest camera.

I dressed in comfortable clothes, a Foo Fighters tank top, denim shorts, and a pair of boots that always helped me on those kinds of hikes when I needed them. My backpack with my gear hung on my right shoulder, a mask in my pocket for indoor use, and my sunglasses for a sunny day.

I planned to take a few photos around the city before I had to go to the meeting point they set up. And to have the energy to do all that, I needed at least one espresso running through my body, so I decided to try the coffee shop on the corner of my building.

The city was busier than I was used to in London, but it wasn't quite as busy as Toronto or Montreal. It was kinda comforting, the sounds of cars passing by all the time, people talking as they passed me, the trams rubbing against the tracks in the middle of the street. It was undoubtedly a big city, but it wasn't chaotic.

The coffee shop would be a very busy place if it weren't for the restrictions due to the pandemic. And it will be the perfect place to save me on mornings when I don’t have time to prepare something.

Even with the coffee in one hand, I managed to stop near the tracks to take a photo of a man walking in a hurry. The movement of the city behind him, his mask covering most of his face and his eyes focused ahead gave that photo a feeling of hustle and bustle.

The other photo I tried was to give it some contrast, and seeing the city's postcard tower, I captured the reflection in a building. It wasn't possible to see if there were people working or not, just the calm of the colors in a blue sky.

My mind was racing at a million seconds per hour, framing, exposure, aperture... A certain adrenaline every time my index finger came into contact with the shutter button. A passion for mundane details, details that went unnoticed by the inattentive eye.

I sipped my coffee, a double espresso, and smiled at the LCD screen of my Canon. Little by little, life was starting to have a better meaning than surviving one day after the other.

“You're Kesnia Sereda” It was more of a statement than a question. She immediately smiled “Sorry, I'm acting like a fangirl, but I've been following your work for a while now. The cinematography of Chernobyl really opened my mind.”

Kesnia was a typical Russian, blonde, strong but not that tall. She was almost my age, a few years younger, and her vision for films and series was out of this world.

“It's rare for someone to be a fan of the ‘behind the camera’ people” She joked with a laugh, her accent very marked in her English.

“I'm biased when it comes to talking about those behind the camera” I lifted my Canon, which until then was only hanging from the strap around my neck.

“Oh, so you're going to be in charge of the photos on the sets?”

“Me and another photographer.”

“Good, good” She said pleasantly “All of my advertising with the brands will be your responsibility then.”

“No pressure, right?” I shook my head playfully, and she laughed hard.

“Just a little” She patted my shoulder in a friendly way.

“Do you know who's going with us this afternoon?” I asked, really curious about it.

“The Miller family” Kesnia pointed to a car that had just turned the corner. Perfect timing for the scheduled time.

I knew a little about the game. I'm not used to spending my time with video games, so I hadn't played anything like it. But I had researched the story and had access to the first scripts to map out the set of photos I would need. 

A good part of the cast was well known actors, their faces were very familiar and I knew almost all of them as I'm always up to date with the world of film and TV productions. The Miller family in question was made up of three people: Gabriel, Nico and Pedro (Tommy, Sarah and Joel).

The afternoon should serve as an icebreaker for the cast. The idea was to form a connection, and I was there to help the department that was setting up the sets. The photos I needed were of the “family” together to use in the scenes for the first episode, where it would be possible to see the memories of what was supposed to be a life.

The atmosphere inside the car was of excitement; the three of them were already very relaxed. Fleetwood Mac played through the speakers at a pleasant pace, breaking the silence of the empty street. The car's tires stopped as Pedro slowed down to stop right in front of us. Gabriel was in the front passenger seat and Nico was smiling in the back.

“Let me guess,” Pedro said, lowering his glasses to the tip of his nose. He pointed to the Russian girl next to me and smiled. “Kesnia, and Still...” Finally, he pointed to me, the smile still playing on his lips. “Nice to meet you guys, my name is Pedro.”

He introduced himself as if we didn’t know who he was, as if he wasn’t this huge Hollywood star. It was clear that I knew him. I’ve watched so many of his projects because I’m passionate about cinema and television. Being face to face with someone like him wasn’t my thing. I usually camouflaged myself on film sets, and many people didn’t even notice my presence.

“He’s not that smart,” Gabriel said loudly so that we could both hear. “Your camera around your neck gave you away.”

“Ready for an afternoon with these two old men?” Nico opened the door for us and I laughed at her comment.

���Watch how you talk to your father” Pedro joked, pretending he was mad at her.

“Let's go, before I regret having agreed to this madness” Kesnia indicated for me to go in first and I took my place in the middle between her and Nico, placing my bag on my lap so I could sit down.

“It's a pleasure to meet you” Gabriel had kind eyes, he turned to us with a smile on his face that pulled a little at the wrinkles in the outer corners of his eyes.

“Nice meeting you too” I said, returning his smile.

“I hope I don't scare you on our first adventure” Pedro didn't turn around because he was driving, but he gave a look in his rearview mirror that made my cheeks burn right away.

“I haven't had much contact with people who aren't part of my family for over a year, it's very likely I'll be the one scaring you” I allowed myself to joke and received a smile from him.

“Are you guys from here?” Nico asked, curious and trying not to let the conversation fade away.

“I usually live in Moscow when I'm not working on a project,” Kesnia answered.

“And I'm in London-Ontario.”

“A real Canadian then?” Gabriel asked.

“Canadian father and American mother” I revealed, earning a surprised sound from him. His Texan accent was hard to pass by.

“Which state?”

“Ohio, nothing too fancy.”

“You talk as if my Texas is something from another world” The dark-haired man rolled his eyes, still with a smile on his face.

The one hour trip went by so fast that I began to doubt whether Pedro had taken us to the right place or not. Slowly, I felt my nervousness fading away, and I became more and more at ease with them.

Banff was a magnificent city, the mountains were breathtaking, and you could see all the charm that Alberta had to offer. A nature that was unmatched to any place in the world. Nature that did not escape my lenses. The moment we got out of the car, I aimed at the landscape that was in front of us, adjusted the lighting settings, and clicked.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the four of them watching me and quickly pulled the camera back to my body, embarrassed.

"Sorry, it's my first time in Alberta." I nervously fidgeted with my fingers without realizing it.

"You'll have to share today's photos with me," Pedro said sweetly, amused. "It's my first time here too."

"Noted," I nodded.

“Let's go before I get back in the car” Nico, the teenager from our little group, said, continuing to tease him, since it was Pedro's idea to do all this.

He rolled his eyes, muttered "teenagers these days" and pushed her playfully.

I could see how palpable their chemistry was already.

It was only a twenty-minute walk until we reached the place where we could rent the orange boats that floated down the river in the direction of the current. Pedro went ahead to rent one and I moved away a little, already thinking about not falling into that trap and photographing them from afar.

I sat on a wooden bench and went through today's photos to check if they were all good enough to be edited.

“Hey” Gabriel called me, coming closer “Ready to go?”

“Oh, no, I don't get along well with boats” I tried to smile nicely, but the thought that I could easily drown in that place got in the way of my smile.

“We’re all going, what you talkin’ bout?”

“I can take pictures of you from here, it's okay.”

“Pedro, she said she's not going” He told on me as if I were a bratty child, and my heart started racing.

“If I have to go, you also do” Kesnia pointed to the boat.

“Seriously, I'll be better off here” I insisted, hoping they would just give in.

Pedro shook his head and came towards me with one of the life jackets. He seemed focused on making his idea of ​​the trip work for everyone, he wanted to see everyone having fun.

“I don't need to…” I started to say, but he cut me off by putting the life jacket on my lap and holding out his hand for me to hand him my camera.

“Don't make me throw you into this boat.”

“Pedro…”

“No way” He opened and closed his hand, showing he was standing on business “Come on.”

“I can't go into the water with my equipment” I looked for a more plausible excuse, panicking now “No equipment, no job.”

“No problem” He had a mischievous smile on his lips “I'll ask the owner of the boat rental place to keep your backpack.”

“Pedr…”

“Hey, do I have to count to three?”

The rest of the group was amused by the scene. I was holding on to my equipment like my life depended on it, and he had one hand on his waist and the other in my direction, like a father lecturing a child.

I huffed loudly in dissatisfaction, put my camera away and held out my backpack towards him with a grunt.

“Good girl” He said under his breath, his fingers brushing the back of my hands as he picked up my equipment, releasing an electric current that started from that point and went all the way to my toe.

I cursed for not being strong enough to hold on to my idea of ​​not getting on that boat.

With Nico's help I put on the orange vest, uncomfortable because it was so bulky. The two men in our small group were amused by my suffering.

The instructions for rowing were given to them because they were better prepared, and as I approached I held on tightly to the ropes that were on top of the edge, my sweaty hands slipping a little with each movement that the water around us caused.

“Do you guys want to go down with some adrenaline?” Gabriel broke the silence of the boat, his playful tone in stark contrast to what I was feeling inside.

“Just get the fuck down the river before I have a heart attack and you won't get any pictures for a year” I grumbled, feeling the rocking of the small waves crashing against the plastic.

“Relax a little” Pedro was in the seat in front of me, his smile revealing a small dimple in his right cheek.

Somehow he reached the top of my head, pulled my sunglasses towards him, took out his phone and stood up to take a picture.

“Smile, it's for my older sister” He said as he positioned himself for a selfie, in true uncle style.

This time my smile was more natural, he took the picture and turned to me, striking a pose that highlighted the sunglasses on his face. I let out a breath through my nose in a low laugh and shook my head negatively. The Latino was like a warm ray of sunshine since he first opened his mouth, making everything lighter and more fun.

I managed to sit down without holding on to the rope as my support. The conversation flowed naturally with them, taking my focus away from the fact that we were floating in a part where the depth was no joke.

Nico kept teasing Pedro, like a good daughter would tease a father, joking about his age and the fact that he wasn't very good with technology. Kesnia discussed cinematography with Gabriel a little and every now and then I got involved in their conversation. It was a peaceful ride until almost the end when things got more interesting.

When he realized that he was almost losing the stopping point because of the current, Pedro quickly stretched out his oar to stop the boat at the point he needed to. 

It all happened too fast.

A jolt made everyone’s body get thrown a little roughly to the right. And for my luck, I was the only one leaning against the right edge, so my fate was to be thrown directly into the water.

I fell with my head submerged and right there a considerable amount of water entered my mouth. The water was freezing, as it was a river made of ice that melted from the surrounding mountains. My hands automatically went to the edge of the vest to make sure it was still there, and a second later I was floating with my head facing upwards. The small waves still crashed against my body and splashed my face, and I was desperate not knowing where the current was taking me.

A little far from where I was, I heard the sound of someone else entering the water, but this time on purpose. My ears alternated between being above and below the water level.

I tried to straighten my body, throwing my legs down and was surprised when Pedro’s body was so damn close. His arms stretched out to hold me. One of his hands reached for my arm and the other pulled my waist.

“Hey, hey, hey” He said, trying to reassure me. My brain was still very aware that if it weren't for the vest, I would be at the bottom of that river “It's okay, I got you, you're safe.”

My arms automatically went around his neck, in a false sense of security. Little by little he kicked the water, directing us to the edge of the river.

“We're almost there” He tried to comfort me, his strong arm holding me against his body as tight as the vest would let us. “I'll need you to let go of me when we get to the edge, I'll push you. Think you can do it?”

I had no idea where my voice went, so I just nodded.

“Great, you're doing so good. Just a little closer…” He gave me a gentle squeeze and then loosened his grip in preparation “Ready?”

“Wait” I said when I felt a wave crash against my nose, making me lose a little of my breath, thinking that I wouldn't make it. 

“‘It’s okay, take your time” He said patiently, with his sweet voice close to my ear.

I took a deep breath, in preparation and after I gave him a nod, he pushed my body and I grabbed the edge, holding onto a tree root. Pedro came behind and managed to push me up. And as soon as I was safe, I turned to him to extend my hand which he gladly took. I pulled him up and together and we fell sitting backwards.

“See, nothing to worry about” He said, trying to catch some of the breath lost in the effort he made.

“I’ll never get on a boat with you ever again” I grunted as I lay down on the grass, listening to his hoarse laugh.

“So dramatic” I heard him say softly and out of the corner of my eye I saw him get rid of his vest.

A gentle wind blew against the leaves of the trees that surrounded the river, and it gave me an immediate chill. My clothes were stuck to my body, cold as if a layer of ice was on me. My teeth began to discreetly chatter against each other. I imitated Pedro's gesture and also took off the vest that had literally saved my life minutes ago and sat down next to him again.

His eyes lingered my body for a second, and both of our faces went hot red.

"Let's go back, your lips are starting to turn a different color," he said, pointing to my face.

He stood up with a few grumbles and stretched out both his hands to me. I accepted his touch and in a single movement I was standing up too.

"Not going to kill you, because we have an entire production depending on you." I lightly tapped his arm, my heart still racing.

"How about this: I owe you something for getting you into this mess?" he suggested, seeing the rest of our group approaching.

"I'll take you on that"

"Whenever you know what you want, just give me a call." He gave me a wink and a smile on the corner of his lips.

I made a mental note recording that moment while I forced my brain to remember how I managed to fill my lungs, to breathe without feeling this heavy weight on my chest. I picked up the vest that was lying on the floor so I would have something to occupy my mind while Pedro welcomed the other three.

“We almost lost the best photographer in Canada,” Gabriel said, coming to give me a hug, relieved that I was okay.

“Chile boy over there almost managed to kill me.”

Pedro rolled his eyes and muttered “Yeah, yeah, cállate,” which honestly didn’t need much translation.

The summer sun managed to warm me up and dry my clothes. We went back to where we had rented the boat and I grabbed my gear, relieved that I no longer had to do something I didn’t want to.

It was the most fun I had had since the world had shut down in 2020. The actors were always extravagant story-tellers and they made me laugh like a child. I hadn't felt any resentment about what happened on the boat, but Pedro seemed to want to make up to me at every moment, probably feeling guilty for having some of the responsibility.

He was undoubtedly responsible for at least seventy percent of my laughter.

My body felt tired from the walks, and my face ached from the smile that rarely left my face. When the moon finally showed signs of appearing, the glow of the early summer evening slowly turning the sky darker, we were already driving through the streets of Calgary, back to reality.

Pedro dropped Kesnia off at the apartment complex where the main production of the series was staying. He dropped Nico and Gabriel off at their respective Airbnbs, and asked me to type my address into his cell phone connected to the car to take me there.

“Did I turn into an Uber so you could go back there by yourself?” He glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

“Maybe that's what I want from you, Pedro Pascal as my Uber” I challenged him, reminding him that he owed me a favor for knocking me off the boat.

“Is that all?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, that would be too easy” I left my equipment in the backseat and went to sit in the front seat “The apartment I'm sharing with Kate is only 5 minutes away” I pointed to the screen while the directions were being computed.

“Did you rent an apartment for two people?”

“I like to save money. They don’t pay me the same as the most famous star in Hollywood” Halfway through my sentence I saw him roll his eyes, because I noticed he hated being treated differently for who he was “But seriously, we'll be here for a month, and I'll only use the apartment to sleep.”

“Is it a lot of work being a photographer on a production like this?” This time he asked casually, he seemed interested in my line of work.

“This is the first time I've done something this big. An HBO production for a year seems crazy enough.”

“Don't even begin to tell me. It's without a doubt one of the craziest things in my career.” He alternated between looking at me and focusing on the road.

“Does that include the craziness of filming three seasons of Narcos?”

“Someone’s been researching?” His voice dropped at least two tones with amusement.

“Pedro, you star in one of the best series on Netflix and you expect no one to know?” I smiled when I saw that he blushed slightly at the compliment.

“Did you know that I almost didn't get that role?” He revealed, trying to concentrate on parking in front of my building.

The streets weren't that busy, the traffic was moving quickly, which made the trip seem much faster than it should have been.

“So they almost fucked it up? We almost didn’t get the best Javier?” I asked with my horrible Spanish, literally killing the pronunciation of the name.

He laughed, making me feel even more embarrassed.

“Ja-vier” He corrected me and I showed him my middle finger “I thought they had Spanish classes in Canadian schools” He had a very sarcastic tone.

“You're confusing it with the United States” I shrugged, returning his sarcasm “I had French classes, mon amour.”

“Wow” He shook his head, impressed.

A few seconds of silence were all it took for my hand to find the car door handle.

“Well, I think I'd better let you go get some rest.”

“You're right, it's tiring being the hero who saved your life this afternoon” Pedro stretched, always with a hint of humor.

“Ha” I let out a breath in disbelief “Says the person responsible for what happened.”

“You won't forget it any time soon, will you?”

“Pedro Pascal owes me a favor, and we'll have a year to pay it back…” I explained slowly, pretending to be talking to myself “See you on set, Chile boy.”

This time I really opened the car door, went to the back door to get my backpack, and stopped on the sidewalk in front of the window of the car.

“See you on set, Still” His smile revealed that damn dimple, and at the end he winked at me as he said goodbye.

I sighed audibly, heavily watching the black SUV drive away down the street.

That fucking guy will be the death of me.

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

KINKTOBER (reuploaded)

Pegging (Matt)

Request: none but yall begged for me to bring it back lmao

Warnings: pegging obviously, sub!matt, best friends, bi reader, fingering(male), dual pleasure strap on, use of vibrator, slight edging, use of matty, mommy kink, whiny!matt, 0.2 seconds of matt sucking the strap, i think that’s all, lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: sorry this is a few days late, i’ve been super busy. tomorrow will be posted on time

Y/n’s pov

I was in the kitchen working on my MacBook when my best friend Matt came in and sat across from me. “Hey Matt.” I greeted him without looking up from my computer screen. “Um hi Y/n/n. Can I uh ask you like a really weird and personal question?” he asked. I was a bit confused but nonetheless nodded in agreement, “Sure I guess…” I said while clicking save and closed my laptop to give him my full attention. “I uh- I can’t ask you here, can we go to my room?” he stated nervously, only adding to my confusion.

We got into his room and Matt closed the door behind him, “So you know how you’re bi?” “Oh really, I am? I had no idea!” I replied sarcastically. “Not funny, but like you’re bi, obviously. I um, uh I-I know you have a strap-on…” he stuttered and trailed off. “If your question is why do I have it, I’m going to hit you for being dumb.” I joked, making Matt squirm uncomfortably, “Have you ever, you know, used it on a guy before?” he inquired nervously. “No… Why do you want to know about my sex life you weirdo?” I was suddenly getting a bit flustered because how the hell does Matt know I have a strap-on in the first place and why is he asking me about what I do with it?

“I- uh- I really like y-you and I have um- a fantasy involving you a-and I really want you to do it. Please don’t get mad.” he stated in a rushed tone, stuttering over a few words. I was beyond confused and a bit shocked, “That’s not how I expected this conversation to go. Um, okay, wow- what’s um… what’s this fantasy?” I asked curiously. Matt started to nervously pick at his nails and chew on his lip, avoiding eye contact with me as his cheeks turned pink. “Would you please dom me?” he asked, “And peg me…” he added, saying it so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him.

“What!? Matt are you sure? It’s probably gonna hurt, I’ve-I’ve never done that before. I’ve only ever used it to fuck a girls pussy.” I replied flustered and just as nervous as Matt. He finally looked at me with pleading eyes, “Please? I have lube and I’ve fingered myself before. I’ll be a good boy and listen, I promise!” he begged me. Looking at his face, I reluctantly agreed “I uh- okay, we can try it. I’m just scared I’m going to hurt you.” I told him softly. “You won’t hurt me, it’ll just be uncomfortable at first. I really want this, I’ve thought about it since we were 17. Can we do it tonight? Chris and Nick are going over to a friend’s house.” Matt said quickly, clearly excited that I agreed.

“Sure I guess, but I’m gonna want foreplay beforehand. And I’m probably gonna want to kiss you, like a lot.” I laughed as Matt’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink again. He started looking down again nervously “Can I kiss you right now?” he asked softly, instead of answering I just tilted his head up and captured his lips in a short but sweet kiss. “Mhm, thank you.” he blurted out after, as I got up and made my way to the door. I sent him a wink before going to my own room where I pulled out my strap-on, which happened to be one for dual pleasure, meaning there was a vibrating dildo that went into me as well.

Even though it had already been cleaned after the last time I used it, I decided to clean it again anyway. I also decided I needed to ask Matt another question so I texted him to come to my room. I laid out a few sets of lingerie, that basically cover nothing, on my bed, but I wanted Matt to pick one anyway. “Um what did you need my help with?” he asked as he stepped into my room, closing the door. “I want you to pick which one you want me to wear tonight.” I said while pulling him over to my bed to look at what I had picked out. I stopped when I noticed Matt kept trying to cover his crotch with his hands, instantly knowing he was hard. “Are you hard right now Matty?” I teased, causing him to blush deeply.

“Only a little bit. I didn’t touch myself, I promise! I-I do have a vibrator in m-my ass though but it’s not on. I just wanted to edge myself so I could cum more later, ‘m sorry I didn’t a-ask.” he stuttered out, extremely flustered. “Do you have the remote?” I questioned as he was eyeing this one black set, which was mostly just straps. “Yes, and I want this one it’s really sexy.” he blurted out before blushing heavily. The one he picked out was a black leather bra and panties set with a grater belt, the bra was basically just an outline of one as it had nothing covering my tits. It did hold my them up nicely though, just like the panties, which were crotchless, and the garter made my ass look good.

“Can I have control of the vibrator until tonight? You think you can handle that without cumming?” I inquired, wanting to know how far I could take things with him. Matt dug into his pocket before pulling out the remote and handed it to me with an embarrassed smile. “I think I can as long as it’s not on 24/7.” he told me as he grabbed my hand and started nervously playing with the few rings I had on my fingers. “Can I ask you a serious question?” I asked Matt, resulting in him nodding. “I’m not judging you, I just want to know, but you don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable. Why do you want to be pegged so badly and like having things up your ass? I don’t care if you are, but are you like gay or bi?” I questioned, causing him to drop my hand.

Matt’s face turned a bright red and he had to clear his throat a couple of times before speaking. “N-No, I’m not gay or bi, I don’t find men attractive. I was just young and experimenting one day and figured out how to stimulate my prostate. I wanna get pegged because I’ve seen it on pornhub and it looks really hot.” he said softly. “Plus you’re someone I trust and if I’m being honest, you’re really attractive and you domming me would be the hottest fucking thing in the world to me.” he added, blushing heavily. “Noted. Thanks Matty, that’s all I needed.” I smiled at him before Nick conveniently called for him. This was the perfect time to start teasing him with the vibrator.

After putting the other two lingerie sets away, I walked out to the kitchen, pretending to go back to working on my laptop. I watched as Matt sat down next to Nick on the couch, pulling the small remote out of my pocket I pressed the + button, turning it on to 1, making Matt’s breath hitch a little. He looked up at me with pleading eyes to stop as he was talking to Nick but I turned it up again to 3, making him squirm a bit. “Matt, are you okay? You look uncomfortable and you’re not paying attention.” Nick asked, genuinely concerned.

Matt’s pov

I regret giving Y/n the remote to the vibrator now because I didn’t think she’d turn it on when I was talking to my fucking brother. I was fine when it was on level 1 but when she turned it up to 3 my brain went a bit foggy, I zoned out a little bit until Nick put his hand on my shoulder. “Matt, are you okay? You look uncomfortable and you’re not paying attention.” he asked, I quickly came up with an excuse. “Yeah I’m fine, my head just hurts a bit.” I lied, looking at Y/n and silently asking her to turn it off, which luckily for me, she did. After talking to Nick, I walked over to her, “Please don’t turn it on when I’m talking to my brother!” I pleaded, but that just made her turn it up to 5 while smirking.

“But doesn’t it feel good Matty?” she asked, I let out a whimper and nodded before walking back to the living room. This went on for the next two hours or so until Nick and Chris left, my boxers were soaked with precum and my dick was so hard. I was laying on my bed and I swear I almost came in my pants when Y/n walked in. She was wearing the lingerie set I picked out along with the strap-on, which was black and matched the set perfectly. The strap-on was definitely smaller than my dick, maybe 5 or 6 inches max, but that was good because I don’t think I could take one that’s upwards of 7 inches.

I started squirming as Y/n stood above me, looking down at me and telling me to get undressed. She already had me take the vibrator out like 15 minutes ago, not that it really mattered. “You’re already being such a good boy for me Matty.” she praised, making me whine a bit as her eyes raked over my body. “I’m ready for you to dom me.” I confessed, causing her to stop staring at my body and smile at me. “Where’s your lube at?” she asked me but I just got it for her instead, “Thank you handsome, can you lay on the bed for me?” she asked sweetly, knowing I was a bit nervous to get pegged and have sex with her in general.

Y/n’s pov

I know Matt said he wanted me to dom him, but I could visibly tell he was anxious and nervous so I was trying to be as gentle as I could with him. “Matty, if it’s too much or it hurts too bad let me know and we’ll stop and cuddle okay?” I said while moving some hair out of his eyes. “I promise I’ll say something.” he replied, “What do you wanna start with first babe?” I asked him, wanting to do things his way. “I want to makeout with you.” he giggled, I hovered over Matt and we started kissing slowly at first, then we started full-on making out. I was sucking on Matt’s tongue and he was letting out the prettiest whiny moans as I ran my hands up and down his sides.

Experimentally, I started ghosting my hands across his nipples, loving the whimper it pulled from him. I pulled back for just a second, “Does that feel good baby?” I questioned while rubbing my thumbs over his nipples before rolling them between my thumb and index finger. “Yeah but please more!” he whined, not making too much sense, “Please what baby? What do you want me to do?” I asked as I kissed all over his chest. “Want you to just peg me already. I’m ready mommy.” Matt squirmed. His eyes opened widely when he realized what he just said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mea-“ he started before I cut him off with a kiss.

“Don’t be impatient baby, mommy will fuck you when she’s ready.” I said sternly as I moved towards his aching cock. I discreetly turned my vibrator onto 2, not high enough to make me cum but just enough to get me more wet. His cock was already covered and dripping with precum, “This really gets you worked up, doesn’t it?” I teased as I grabbed the lube. I squeezed some onto my fingers and circled his puckered hole before slowly slipping one in. “Two fingers please, I can take it.” he whined, I added a second finger and Matt was right, he could indeed take it.

I started scissoring his hole opened before adding some more lube and a third finger causing Matt to whimper. “Too much?” I asked, not wanting to hurt him, “N-No just so full.” he panted out in response. I fingered Matt for a few more minutes until he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “I-I think I’m ready mommy.” he said, looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked as I pulled my fingers out, wiping the rest of the lube off on my thigh. “Really sure, can- can I get it wet with my mouth and control your vibrator, please?” Matt asked nervously.

I handed him the remote and stood up, Matt quickly turned my toy up to 5 which caused me to squirm before he got on his knees. “You look good on your knees baby.” I complimented, making him blush heavily. “How do I um you know, suck dick?” Matt asked, his last two words barely above a whisper. “Well I’m not going to feel anything so you can just do whatever.” I explained, Matt nodded and started to suck on it lightly for a minute as I looked down at him.

He whined and stopped sucking, “I can’t wait, just use lube because I need it now!” he complained, desperately trying not to touch himself. “Okay, get back on the bed for me then.” I said while stroking the side of his face. Once Matt got back on the bed, I put some lube around his hole and onto the strap. “It might hurt baby, so tell me if you need to stop.” “Okay Y/n, please I need you so bad!” he whined. I placed the tip at Matt’s entrance and slowly pushed it in about half way.

Matt let out a choked sob as his hands tightly clenched the sheets and his face held a look of discomfort. “It’s okay Matty, you’re okay.” I soothed him, “P-Put the rest in.” he whimpered. I pushed in the rest of the way before stilling my movements again, not wanting to go too fast. Matt being the sneaky little shit he is, decided to turn my vibrator up to 7, I let out a loud moan as he did so. “Please move.” he groaned quietly, I started pumping at a slow pace as he started to groan a bit.

Even though I was feeling so much pleasure from the vibrator and I wanted nothing more than to start pounding into Matt, I stopped myself because I didn’t want to hurt him. “F-Faster mommy!” he loudly whined, I sped up my movements just a little bit, loving Matt’s whimpers and moans, “Feel good baby?” I panted out. “More! Need more!” he cried out, grabbing onto my shoulders, “Want me to go faster or harder?” I asked, wanting to clarify what he wanted.

“Both, please! Feels so goo—“ he cut himself off with an extremely loud moan as I started fucking into him rougher. “RIGHT THERE! FUCK MOMMY, D-DO THAT AGAIN!” he begged, bending his knees and putting his feet flat on the bed to arch his back more. Even with all the pleasure Matt was experiencing, he was still thinking about me, he turned up my vibrator to 10 which caused me to also join in on his loud moaning.

“Right here Matty? Is that where it feels good?” I asked breathlessly, “Yes! Yes! Please touch my cock, please! Please!” he needily moaned. I started rubbing his cock in rhythm with my thrust as we were both getting closer to the edge. “A-Are you close mommy?” “Very close baby, I just want you to cum first.” I told Matt, speeding up all my movements. “Choke me! Choke me tightly so I can please cum!” he whimpered.

I used my left hand to choke him and a couple seconds later, Matt was painting both our stomachs white with copious amounts of cum, cause me to cum as well and pulled out a him. “M-Matt, vibrator!” I cried for him to turn it off as I was getting overstimulated, “Sorry, sorry.” he apologized out of breath and turned it off my vibrator as I collapsed next to him on my back as we caught our breath.

I took off the strap and I was honestly just going to put it on the floor because I was too tired to clean it right now but Matt took it from me. He licked all my cum off the vibrating side before he put it on the floor and scooped his cum off of me. Matt stuck his fingers in his mouth to taste himself and moaned when I moved to lick the rest of his cum off his body. “You were such a good boy Matty, you did so well.” I praised him as I kissed his neck, sucking a minimal amount of hickies into the skin.

“Thank you Y/n/n, felt so good.” Matt blushed as I stood up to go take another shower “C’mon let’s go get cleaned up real quick.” I said while helping Matt up. I grabbed my clothes and strap-on as well as a pair of socks, boxers and a tshirt for Matt before we went to my room to take a quick shower. When we got out and got dressed we looked at the time to see Nick and Chris would be home soon. As to not be sus, we sat in the living to watch a movie and Matt was now extra clingy.

I’m not complaining, I think it’s cute, I enjoyed it. Matt had his head on my shoulder and I had an arm wrapped around his shoulders. I was playing with his hair when Nick and Chris walked back in and thankfully neither of them said anything. They probably just chalked it up to Matt feeling anxious about something and I comforted him. Both boys simply just plopped down on the couch to watch the movie with us until we all called it a night, Matt ended up sleeping in my room.

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[bellinghamenthusiast]

PRETTY VIDEO - GOJO SATORU X CAMBOY! READER

📸: in which satoru gets all whiny for his favorite streamer.

“what a dirty bitch, getting off to a stranger?”

you snickered as you looked at the screen, watching satoru rub the tip desperately.

“t-this isn’t- fuck- funny!”

satoru whined as he continued to play with his cock. he needed so much more, he wanted you, he needed to be inside you.

todays stream was pretty basic, you fucked yourself on the toy satoru donated to you, moaned a bit, berated the viewers, and came all over the bed.

as you ended the stream, you noticed a little message from your number one supporter.

“answer my call, please baby, i need to see you.”

with a generous donation of 500 dollars? you quickly accepted satoru’s call.

it’s how you ended up in this situation. you weren’t doing anything, hell you were still cleaning up from the stream.

but seeing satoru so desperate to touch himself while you watched just.. made something inside of you click.

“you’re such a whore, satoru. i can’t believe you’re wasting money on a pretty camboy like me.”

you mocked satoru again, a whine escaping his lips as he heard you.

“you’re so pretty i just.. hng.. i just had to get you all to myself..”

satoru replied as his hand engulfed his twitching cock. loud moans and whines escaped his pale lips as he starting pumping faster, you smirked to yourself as you watched satoru embarrass himself infront of you.

“god ‘m so close.. please prince let me cum.. please please please..”

satoru pleaded as his movements got sloppier, his breathing heavier and his eyes rolling back.

you had to stop a giggle that was threatening to escape your lips, you grinned at the camera and spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

“go on, ‘toru. make yourself a mess, you whore. what would your friends think of you cumming to a camboy, hm? such a dirty bitch, cumming to a video call.”

you sneered as you sat back, crossing your legs.

satoru’s moans and whimpers were getting louder, he was basically rutting into his hand. he was imagining it was your hand, pumping him and whispering into his ear.

“hng.. ‘m gonna.. ‘m gonna..”

he couldn’t take it anymore, he climaxed. ropes of cum shot out as he let out a pathetic whine. it stained his laptop. half of his webcam was blurred due to the thick liquid slowly dripping.

“you’re cute, ‘toru. we should meet up soon and maybe ‘ll give you a little more than just a stream.”

you said slyly as you waved at the camera, hanging up and leaving satoru alone.

satoru looked at himself in the webcam and slightly cringed.

“i just came all over my macbook..”

“..wait.. did he say he wanted to meet up?”

satoru mumbled as a big dorky grin crept up on his face.

he looked at his cock, then at your streaming profile.

“ha.. ‘ll show him..”

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[allwaswell16]

I just saw this TikTok of a Reddit post, and slightly odd question lol but do you have any fic recs that are similar? Not necessarily the catfishing thing but even just something that’s equally as cute lol https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMBHsoYjW/

Hi, anon, so I think I do know what you mean! First of all, the quintessential catfish fic is this one:

When We Were Younger by dinosaursmate

About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.

Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Here are a few more that I think have the same vibes:

No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by runaway_train

Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right-hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures.

Or The one where Harry has a particular desire that only Louis can fulfil.

Your secret's safe with me by lightswoodmagic

He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

Life Was a Song, You Came Along by rainbowninja167

It's embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them.   It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.  

Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend's career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan's newest album. A modern retelling of Singin' in the Rain.

And here are some recs I've made that will have more for you like this:

🌸 Chaotic & Sweet Fics

🌸 Online Friends to Lovers Fics

🌸 Spy AU Fics

I keep thinking of more like that TikTok to be honest lol, so if you want a longer rec let me know and I'll add it to my to do list which is on my pinned post!

[mjonthetrack]

vice queen II

Chapter 16: Miss Bishop, If You Nasty

The marble plaque on the door was smooth, clean, and official as hell. Deep black with gold-veined streaks through the stone and bold serif letters etched in clean:

LOGISTICS – BISHOP

Courtney had stood in front of it for a good ten seconds earlier that morning, manicured hand on her hip, just soaking it in.

“Damn right,” she’d muttered to herself with a little smirk.

Now she was inside, the double glass doors shut behind her, and the room? It was a damn dream. One of the biggest on the floor next to Camille’s suite. Walls were soft cream with a gold trim crown molding. Her desk was glass and polished steel, U-shaped, her three monitors mounted above a hidden CPU tower that glowed faint pink underneath. LED lights ran under the edge of the desk, giving it that under-the-club feel. It was modern, luxurious, and expensive. Just like her.

Courtney sat pretty in her blush-pink ergonomic chair, cross-legged, one foot bouncing lightly in her Balenciaga slippers as she typed away on her MacBook. To her left was a massive clear pitcher of strawberry basil water filled with crushed ice, and her matching gold-rimmed glass rested beside her wireless mouse.

She took a sip, then clicked over to the next screen. The code she built for their inventory system flickered to life, sharp and clean, numbers moving faster than the eye could track. But Courtney? She saw the patterns in seconds.

A small humming sound vibrated from her lips as she scrolled through each report—run counts, weapons logged, cargo tallies from the North Point port. Her almond-shaped eyes darted from monitor to monitor, catching every inconsistency, mentally color-coding the red flags.

“Nah, that’s off,” she whispered, double tapping on a count log. “Crate 47-A shoulda been five-five-hunnid. Somebody playing sloppy.”

Another sip. Another click.

This was her zone. The numbers, the structure, the systems—it all made sense to her in ways people never did. While some preferred psychology and power plays, she preferred patterns and math. She didn’t need to control people. She just needed to control the flow. The logistics. The rhythm.

Her nameplate on the corner of her desk sparkled in rose gold script: Courtney Bishop – Head of Logistics.

And that water? Cold as ice. Just like her grind.

The door cracked open slightly and Lo peeked in, all curious cat.

“Ooohh, bitch, you got the pink lights too?” she whispered like she just stepped into a palace.

Courtney grinned, still typing. “Damn straight. Camille told me design it how I wanted. I told her I wanted it to look like a hostile takeover wrapped in pink Chanel.”

Lo laughed, stepping in fully. “You bout to run the whole damn infrastructure in three months, huh?”

“I already am,” Courtney replied coolly, pulling up a 3D layout of the latest bunker drop.

Lo looked at the screen and whistled low.

“You caught that error from North Point?”

Courtney nodded, sipping her water.

“Slipped about 2.6% each week for the last six. Enough to not set off alarms but too consistent to be coincidence. Somebody stealing slow and hoping no one smart enough to catch it.”

Lo raised her brows. “You gon’ tell Camille?”

Courtney grinned.

“I am Camille now.”

Just then, her phone buzzed.

Zilla 🥷🏽💣: “Wya, Big Loud?”

She smirked, texted back without even looking: “Upstairs, Boss Lady Headquarters. Bring snacks.”

Lo cracked up. “You too powerful. Scary.”

Courtney took another sip of her fancy-ass water, leaned back, and crossed her arms.

“Damn right.”

Chapter 17: Baby G in the Big Chair

The moment Courtney heard the little feet pattering outside her office door, she already knew. Only one little menace stomped that hard in glitter-covered baby sneakers.

The door cracked open a little too fast, and there stood Maya, face lit up like she just broke into Barbie’s closet. Hair in two puffy buns with glitter scrunchies, a pink backpack slung over her shoulder, and hands holding a to-go cupcake box like it was a national treasure.

“MISS LOUUUUD,” Maya beamed, her voice loud enough to echo down the hall. “LOOK!”

Courtney didn’t even flinch. She was already sliding her laptop shut, pushing up from her pink ergonomic chair in her fuzzy Balenciaga slippers, her silk robe fluttering around her thighs like a damn CEO in a skincare ad.

“Ayyeeee,” she grinned wide, moving toward her. “You in my office, Coco Puff? You see the lights? That’s you and me matching, huh?”

Maya nodded like her life depended on it, scanning the room like it was a new level in a game. Eyes sparkling. “You got THREE ‘puters! And the lights is pink!”

Courtney laughed and held her arms out. “You wanna try the big girl chair, baby G?”

“Uh-huh!” Maya bounced, cupcake box jiggling dangerously.

Courtney scooped her up, all warm strength and soft encouragement, and carried her to the throne. She carefully set Maya down into her pink executive seat like she was placing a crown on a queen’s head. Maya immediately started spinning a little before stopping herself, glancing at the monitors with reverent awe.

Courtney stood behind her, gently rubbing her scalp with her nails. Maya melted under the attention, eyes fluttering as she leaned back against her.

Then Maya proudly held up the cupcake box. “I brought you cupcakes! Daddy said I could pick which ones.”

Courtney leaned in, opening the box slowly like it held ancient jewels. Inside were four glitter-bombed cupcakes, but one in particular was decked out with a little unicorn horn, sparkly frosting, and edible stars.

Courtney gasped dramatically. “Oh my GOD. Coco Puff, did you make this masterpiece?”

Maya nodded hard. “I put the glitter and the sticker! And the horn!”

“Well it shows, ‘cause this one look like it came from a fairy with a black card.” Courtney plucked it from the box, leaned down, and kissed Maya’s cheek. “Thank you, baby G. You made my day.”

She took a careful bite and hummed, eyes closing in fake dramatic bliss. “Mmm—oh, this right here? I’m gonna need you on dessert duty for life.”

Maya giggled, watching her like she was on stage.

“Oh, this so good,” Courtney went on, licking a little icing off her finger. “You really did that. I might have to tell Camille we need to open a bakery now—Miss Loud and Baby G’s Cupcake Mafia.”

Maya laughed hard. “Cupcake Mafia?!”

Courtney just winked. “What, you don’t wanna run the underground sugar scene with me?”

“Yes I do,” Maya grinned.

The door opened again and Zilla stepped in, leaned against the doorframe watching the whole thing play out. His big, broody ass had his hoodie pulled over his head and a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Maya looked back and shouted, “DADDY! She loved the cupcake!”

Zilla gave her a little nod before locking eyes with Courtney, that smirk growing just a little.

Courtney licked the frosting from her lip and grinned wide, never breaking eye contact.

“Thanks for the delivery, Baby Daddy,” she said, licking her thumb. “Your daughter just earned a whole fashion collection and her own desk. She workin’ overtime already.”

Zilla shook his head, exhaling a soft chuckle. “Yeah, she yours now.”

Courtney’s grin turned wicked. “That’s cool. I only charge half a million for custody.”

Zilla stepped further in, low and amused, “Bet. But you keep spoil’n her like that, I’ma have to put you on payroll.”

Courtney leaned down to whisper in Maya’s ear, “Did you hear that, Coco Puff? That sound like a raise.”

Chapter 18: Quiet Praise, Loud Intentions

Courtney stood behind her chair like it was natural. Because by now? It was. Zilla had made himself comfortable in it—well, as comfortable as a 6’5” storm cloud of a man could look in a plush pink ergonomic office chair—with Maya curled up in his lap, her little body reclined back against his chest like she’d been sitting there her whole life.

The warhound and his cub. Only now? There was a queenpin circling them like gravity.

Courtney didn’t speak right away. Her long, almond-shaped nails were pressed into the top of Zilla’s broad shoulders, moving in gentle, purposeful circles. The tight muscles beneath her touch gave her everything she needed to know—he’d been carrying the world again today. And he hadn’t said a word about it.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t tell her to stop. He never did.

Maya had stolen her water again, sipping daintily from the gold-rimmed glass like she was at a spa day for cartel babies. Meanwhile, she had Courtney’s MacBook propped on the desk in front of her, tapping away at some glitter-drenched, princess builder game like she was the CEO of her own cartoon kingdom.

The room was warm and quiet, just them three—hushed chaos dressed in designer.

Zilla blinked slowly, his head tilted slightly forward as Courtney’s thumbs moved with soft pressure down his traps, her wrists adorned with gold bangles that jingled as she worked.

“Z,” Courtney said quietly, her voice calm and low, just for him. “She’s so much smarter than girls her age.”

Zilla didn’t answer at first. His jaw twitched.

Courtney kept going, her voice dipping lower, almost reverent. “Like… scary smart. And sweet as hell. She got good manners, empathy, a real strong little voice.”

She leaned forward a bit more, her lips close to his ear.

“You’ve done such a good job with her, baby.”

That made his eyes close for a second. Just one. But it was enough.

Courtney smoothed her hand over his shoulder, then dragged her nails gently down his spine through his black tee. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Maya didn’t hear any of it, too busy redesigning her fourth castle.

But Zilla heard it all. Felt it.

And for once, he didn’t try to brush it off. He just stayed still, the silence thick between them—but not heavy.

He glanced sideways just enough to catch her watching him from behind, her face soft, her gaze unflinching. Courtney always looked like that when she said something true—like she wasn’t asking for anything back. Like she just meant it.

Finally, he spoke, voice deep and quiet. “You don’t gotta say that.”

Courtney smiled, slow and knowing.

“Z… I know I don’t.”

Then she leaned forward and kissed the top of Maya’s head, then dropped one gently onto his shoulder.

“You two my favorites. Don’t tell Camille.”

Maya looked up just then, beaming like the sun. “MISS LOOOUD, I BUILT A UNICORN KINGDOM!!”

Courtney gasped. “Say less, Coco Puff! Send me the address—we movin’ in tonight.”

Zilla couldn’t help it. He huffed out the barest little laugh, low and grudging and warm.

The chair never felt more like home.

Chapter 19: Real Recognize Real

The war room upstairs at the bunker wasn’t ever quiet for long. But when Camille pushed open the heavy steel door with her long acrylics tapping against the frame, she paused.

The sound she expected? A little girl giggling, faint tapping on a laptop, and the low murmur of two voices blending in harmony like they’d been doing this forever.

She stepped in slow, Jimmy right behind her, gold chain catching the fluorescent lights and casting a flash across his brown skin. He had a toothpick in his mouth, that cocky lean in his walk, but when he caught sight of what Camille saw? His brow lifted just a bit.

There sat Zilla.

The man who would grunt at full-grown men instead of speak, whose entire vibe screamed “you breathe wrong around my kid and I’ll put your organs in alphabetical order”… currently had his daughter curled up on his lap in Courtney’s big ass boss chair. And not only that?

Courtney stood behind him, long fingers massaging his shoulders like it was second nature, humming under her breath while Maya tapped away on a MacBook with glitter stickers and Hello Kitty keys.

Camille tilted her head, a slow grin pulling at her lips.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Jimmy gave a low whistle and crossed his arms. “Ayo. That ain’t your chair, Z.”

Zilla looked up slow, cool eyes locking on his older cousin. Didn’t say a damn word.

Courtney did, though. With a smirk and a sip of her fancy water.

“He upgraded the whole seating arrangement. Family package now.”

Maya turned at that, little puffball buns bouncing. “Miss Loud said I could be the mini boss!”

“Mini queenpin,” Courtney corrected, rubbing her tiny shoulder. “Get it right, baby. You rule.”

Camille’s smirk deepened. She glanced at Jimmy, who just shook his head and laughed low.

“You know what this mean, right?” Camille said, moving closer.

Courtney raised a brow. “Oh?”

Camille leaned on the side of the desk, arms folded, one manicured nail tapping against the marble top.

“It mean I gotta get her a desk now too. Can’t have my logistics head runnin’ the empire with her mini-me on her lap, no executive seat. Bad for the brand.”

Courtney grinned. “Make it pink. With sparkle trim.”

Jimmy glanced down at Zilla, who was still silent but hadn’t moved Maya from his lap. His arms were loose around her, protective but calm. Like this was their rhythm now.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Jimmy muttered, toothpick twitching.

Zilla finally spoke, voice deep and flat. “What day?”

Jimmy chuckled. “The day your stone cold ass let a woman this loud and a six-year-old run your whole program.”

Zilla didn’t blink. “It’s organized.”

Camille and Jimmy both cracked up.

Courtney turned, leaned down, and kissed Maya’s cheek. “You hear that? He said we the program, Coco Puff.”

Maya giggled, throwing her little arms in the air. “WE THE PROGRAM!”

Camille shook her head but her eyes were warm.

“She’s got him,” she said quietly to Jimmy.

Jimmy leaned close, his mouth at her ear. “Like I got you?”

Camille smirked. “Just like that.”

And just like that, two kingpins and their queenpins watched the next empire forming—one cupcake, one chair massage, and one glitter laptop at a time.

[matixv]

Domme Lena Luthor x Female Sub Reader

Summary: you had been walking on thin ice from the moment you woke up, the previous night being the reason for the tension between you and Lena. She is strict about respecting her rules, and you definitely decided to break every single one in the last couple of days. Last night you took Lena to her limit, but she handled you coldly, taking you to your room for a sleepless and empty night. You want to push her even more tho, you want a reaction, the type of reaction you would expect from your Mistress.

Warnings: spanking, strap-on, size kink, kneeling, teasing, rough language, insulting.

Words: 2k

A cold, lonely and sad breakfast, that was what you were welcomed with as soon as you woke up. Looking down at the busy city, you questioned your actions but found nothing wrong… well, there was something wrong. Lena had been giving you the silent treatment since the evening before, ignoring your pity cries during the night.

She was usually more than happy to spare a couple of minutes to text you while she worked, but not today. Looking at your phone, you only found some comfort in your lock screen, a sneaky picture you took of her in one of the fancy restaurants she used to take you to.

A pale post-it note on the fridge reminded you to clean after yourself after having breakfast. But why were you supposed to follow the rules while she could do everything she wanted? That didn’t sound right. “Clean your own kitchen” your reminded her by text.

The tension between you and your Mistress didn’t go unnoticed even while you were going to work: your private driver was more than aware of the dynamic between you and Lena, and he wasn’t shy about asking questions about your relationship status. “We had a small fight yesterday, her fault obviously, I didn’t do nothing wrong” you repeated more to yourself than to him. “She is just being dramatic about it”

“This morning she looked quite guilty and worried to be honest, Miss”. Finally. She was about to give up.

The past month had been so full of work that she apparently forgot the special attention you need once in a while. She’s been coming home so late, just to find you asleep in your bed, holding her pillow as if it was her. There was no doubts she was feeling guilty about that, and you were kind of pushing on that sense of guilt.

You’ve been hitting her with the usual: “You forgot how to be a Mistress? Do I have to show you?” Or “It’s okay, I will fulfill my needs in some other way, I don’t need you”, but nothing seemed to upset her in the way you wanted.

Yesterday almost seemed like the day.

You teased her so much during her meetings, texting her naughty thoughts and naughty pictures, enjoying yourself a little on her couch, right in front of her macbook. Your fingers disappearing inside of you almost tempted her to stop everything and run to you. But that didn’t happen.

At the end of the night, the only thing u got was a fresh bruise on your arm. It took all your strength not to oppose to her while she was pushing you inside the bedroom, stopping all your fantasies with a cold “Go to sleep and don’t you dare do that again”

“Can you please take me to LuthorCorp? I need to talk to Lena” you asked the driver. Your work could wait, you worked for Lena after all.

People were not surprised to see you inside the building, it was like your second house. At the beginning of your relationship, you spent more time in there than you actually spent at your own house. It was a beautiful building, a little too white since you liked colorful walls. Lena’s office was obviously on the highest floor, she could see the entire city from her windows.

The elevator gave you time to breathe and to think about your next moves. You weren’t a brat, never had been one, but lately it seemed like the only way to have some kind of attention. “I hope she isn’t in a bad mood” you prayed to yourself, hoping for some needed contact.

When the elevator doors opened, papers were flying in the air, people were screaming and nothing was in a good mood, not even the heating system apparently. “I told you like seven times! I do not like those plans! Get out of my office!” She dismissed her assistant.

“Hello, Miss” she greeted you with her head bowed.

“Hello” you smiled with compassion at that poor woman.

You entered silently, sitting on one of the armchairs near her desk. You weren’t allowed there and you perfectly knew that, but you also knew that in stressful circumstances, you were welcomed. She was looking down at her screens, arms stretched forward and legs straight. She was wearing her usual work attire: black blouse and black pants, hair pulled back in a tidy bun. You always found yourself staring at her perfection, even if she reminded you yours wasn’t that different from hers.

Her face was so scrunched that her eyebrows seemed to be joined, her nose seemed slightly wrinkled, and even her lower lip couldn’t escape the clutches of her teeth. She wasn’t used to screaming at her employees, but stress could lead her to be a different person, a much meaner one… and you perfectly knew that.

“You should stop with that expression, or you’ll get wrinkles before you turn forty” you whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Too much stress will bring you nothing”

She slowly raised her face enough to send a cold stare in your direction, silently telling you to shut your mouth until it was too late not to face the consequences. “And who are you precisely to tell me what should I and shouldn’t do?”. A cold gust of wind seemed to break down your perfect hair.

At that point you could only do two things: apologize for your behavior and go back to the usual rhythm or keep teasing her until she gave in. The second option seemed like the only one for your needy mind, you couldn’t take another day without feeling her.

You decided to hit her with the one and only sentence she hated the most, the one that gave her a palpable sense of rage and lack of power: “Me? Oh, I’m definitely someone you do not own”

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor felt like the proof it was working. Wetness started to spread between your legs as soon as you found her standing in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She bent a little bit, just to be at your level. “If I do not own you, tell me why I have your naked ass with my handprints on it as my lock screen, tell me while I carry your little collar as a bracelet and please, tell me why I could easily go into your panties and find nothing but your nasty cum, you little useless petty bitch”

You were so desperate that you found yourself strangling a little moan as she stared at you, waiting for your next move. It took you a minute to recover, but your answer wasn’t late to arrive.

“Well, you haven’t touched me or anything in a month, so I guessed you didn’t own me anymore”

You were ready for everything, you have been preparing for a month. In her office there was everything you needed: the paddle, the cane, whips, chains.. everything you would have liked her to use on your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighed reaching for the other armchair. “Work has been drowning me into a never ending spiral of nightmares and overthinking. I noticed you were asking for attention, but I couldn’t give it to you yet, not with a full head. Come here…” she patted her lap, a small gesture you were waiting for.

You happily sat on her lap, finally feeling her warmth and smelling her strong powerful perfume. God how much you waited for those simple sensations.

“I’m sorry Lena”

“Lena? A month of zero discipline made you forget I’m not one of your peers?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”

“That’s better”

She lowered her head until it was on your shoulder, smelling your skin while thinking about what to do next. A part of you knew she had to go back to work, but the other half hoped for different things. She made you stand up to reach her computer, only to close it with a swift movement. “We are going home, I think you relaxed for a little too long… work can wait”

The smile on your face was enough to tell her she made the right choice.

The ride home was the happiest you’ve ever been in a month: soft music playing, her right hand on your inner thigh, the sunlight and the warmth only a happy environment could bring.

You enjoyed her silence, she was getting ready for what was coming next. She needed a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and her ideas. “We haven’t done something in a while, you want soft or hard? It’s completely your choice, I do not expect you to own me sex or whatever you want to do already, we can start soft…”

“You perfectly know what I want, Mistress”

“Then I do not want to hear a sound coming from your mouth until I say you are allowed. You will do what I order you to do, and do not complain, you are not in a good position already, do not make it worse for yourself”

“Yes Miss”

“You know what sweetie?”

“What?”

“You can start your punishments by cleaning the kitchen, since you had fun this morning”

Of course she read the message.

When she opened the door you followed her orders while she sat comfortably on her couch, crossing her legs and observing you carefully. You loved her eyes on you, she made you feel like the strongest yet weakest person in the world. It didn’t take long to clean what you left that morning, but knowing you could be on her knees already was thrilling you a lot.

“I’m done, Miss” you said reaching her on the couch.

“Kneel”

You fell on your knees, desperately waiting for more, thriving attention for your poor neglected body. You were careful to kneel right in front of her expensive shoes, a beautiful pair of shiny Louboutin.

“You are even more perfect like this”

She pulled your hair so hard you didn’t even have time to realize she was taking you to your bedroom, harshly handling you like the toy she repeated you were. “Just a fucking toy”

She asked you to take off your clothes until you were fully exposed to her sight, right on the bed in front of her. She handcuffed you to the bed headboard, giving you no time to complain or resist… you wouldn’t have done it anyway, you waited too much.

“I counted every single hateful, disrespectful and rude text you’ve sent me in the past days… around eighty five if I remember well. Let’s see… should I give you the same number of… I don’t know… ruined orgasms? Spankings? Slaps?”

“Whatever you think it’s the right choice,Miss”

She turned you around with a swift movement, interlacing your arms almost painfully. You felt the pain before the sound, her hand coming down on your ass time after time, again until you started crying and panting for a break, a break that didn’t come.

Your ass was covered in bright red handprints, giving your skin a nice shade. “It hurts, Miss” you cried.

“Does it?” She replied sarcastically.

Before you knew it, she disappeared in the dark walking closet, coming back with one of your biggest strap on and a tube of lube. “I guess you don’t need that” she laughed helping you on all fours. “Look at you, pathetic”

“I can’t take it”

Well, she didn’t care a bit.

She fucked you mercilessly, reminding you of who was in charge. Every trust was enough to hit you in the right place, making you see stars every time she entered you.

After what it seemed hours long, she finally let you come, giving you what you have been asking for. You fell on the bed, limping body, you felt a cold washcloth being carefully pressed against your back and your neck, softly washing away all the sweat from your hard night.

“Thank you” you whispered while she removed your handcuffs. “For everything”

“I wish you would brat more often sweetie, I had fun” she smiled laying beside you.

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Let me know if you liked it and if you want to read more :)

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

Reinvent Yourself In 2024

The new year Is almost here and it is time for us to lock in on our goals babes! This upcoming year is a fresh start so whatever has happened this year that hasn’t benefitted you can be left behind and what was beneficial we will take into the new year. I know many of us are on self-improvement journeys and working on connecting with our higher selves. This is my guide to help us reinvent ourselves<3

Takeaways from this year 

♡ Reflect on this year. Did you face any hardships? What growth did you have? Have you made any new friends? Write down how your year has been so far and the takeaways from this year the good and the bad.

♡ Look back on your goals. What goals did you set for this year and did you achieve them? If you didn’t achieve all your goals it is okay to take them with you into 2024 if they align with your higher self.

♡ Accept this year for what it was. This year has happened and maybe it did not go the way you thought it did or maybe it did but either way come to terms with what has happened this year release it and go into the new year with a clean slate.

What does your higher self look like?

These are important questions to ask yourself when trying to reinvent yourself. The person that you want to become who is she? What does she do for a living? Where does she go? What does she eat? What are her hobbies? Who are her friends? I advise that you write down an outline of your higher self answer all of the questions and add anything else that you think of. Script out her daily habits and schedule. You can write a paragraph or more it is all up to you babes<3.

Setting goals for the new year

♡ Write out your goals for the new year. Be specific are you trying to lose weight? Learn a new language? Get your driver's license. Go back to school? Whatever your goals are big and small just make sure to write them out and make sure they are realistic and attainable.

♡ Create a vision board. Vision boards are super important it is always good to have a visual of your goals and higher self. You can create a physical vision board using magazines/printed-out images and craft supplies. Or you can create a digital vision board using Canva/Pinterest. Keep your vision board in a place where you will see it every day my vision board is on my MacBook because I use it every day I'm using it right now to type this post so ill have my goals always in front of me.

What you need to let go of 

♡ Scarcity mindset. Believe in yourself and your goals. There is enough room for everyone to be successful even you! You can read my blog post on how to have an abundance mindset for more details<3.

♡ Social media. Take a break all of that scrolling isn’t healthy. Social media can take up a lot of our time without realizing it. If you can, look at how much of your screen time you spend weekly on social media. 

♡ Learn to enjoy your own company. "This year is all about your personal growth. Sometimes, we tend to use other people as shields to avoid facing reality and to feel safe. However, you need to learn how to enjoy your own company. Try out different hobbies until you find the ones you like and enjoy.”

♡ Negative self-talk. You have to be your biggest cheerleader this year. So learn to speak kindly to yourself through affirmations and gratitude journaling. When you have a negative thought about yourself combat it with two nice thoughts. And remember when you are being mean to yourself you're being mean to the child version of you.

♡ People pleasing. This year is about you babes! Put your waist and needs first. Stop people pleasing at the cost of your comfort. To achieve greatness you need to put yourself first. I'm not saying to be extremely selfish no of course not. But do not do things that make you uncomfortable to make someone else comfortable.

♡ Friendships that do not serve you. If you are in a friendship that is toxic or you feel undervalued and do not see the benefit from the friendship end it now. Do not take people who do not align with your higher self into the new year they will drag you down. Don't completely ghost the person but surely distance yourself and move from friends to more acquaintances.

♡ Masculine Energy. We need to rest in our femininity this year. And felinity looks different for everyone aesthetically but I'm talking about resting in that soft energy and letting our femininity ooze out this year.

My final thoughts  

♡ There will be people and habits that you will have to leave in 2023 and that is okay 

♡ Be kind to yourself! Talk to yourself with love this year and focus on bettering your mental health. If you need to go to therapy invest in therapy, read the self-help books, and have fun this year don’t be super strict on yourself.

♡ Be very intentional this year about where you go, who you hang out with, what you eat, and so on.

You can start planning for the new year now if you haven’t already we have a couple of days till New Year's Eve (12/31 my birthdayyy i’m turning 21 im super exciteddd). I'm so happy to be going into the new year with you girlies and I can’t wait to see what this year bring us<3.

New year book recommendations

♡ “The 12 Week Year” by Brian P. Moran, Michael Lennington. I highly recommend this book helps us break our year into 4 quarters so you can effectively achieve your new year goals.

♡ “The Mountain Is You” by Brianna Wiest I've recommended this book in my You’re Postponing Your Dream Life blog post. This book is perfect for anyone dealing with self-sabotage I've been reading it and I love it the author opens you up to a different view of self-sabotage. 

♡ “Atomic Habits” by James Clear is the perfect book for any of my girlies who want to be able to build and maintain habits. I highly recommend it because the habits that our higher selves have are usually habits we don’t have in this book, the author teaches you how to accomplish more by doing less.

♡ "How to Survive Your Childhood Now That You're an Adult: A Path to Authenticity and Awakening,” by Ira Israel this book is for my babes who have childhood trauma and would like to heal those wounds in the new year. The author explains how to let go of negative habits, thoughts, and behaviors that may have developed in childhood.

[sirfrogsworth]

Wishlist Haul

All I asked for were pants, and those are coming Saturday. But you all came through in a big way with my wishlist and helped me solve some problems that have really been bugging me lately.

One of my biggest current issues is my decision to use my M1 MacBook Air as my main computer until I can move my PC upstairs at some distant time in the future. Which means I need to ask a lot more of it. And it is capable, as these Apple Silicon devices are amazing and very zippy, but I only got 256 GB of storage because I thought this would just be a secondary computer while I was taking care of my dad.

So I need storage. And if you do photography and use Lightroom, you know you need *fast* storage. In the days of spinny disc drives, going back and forth between images was maddeningly slow. I already hate the process of culling photos and picking the best ones. And sometimes you'd need to find 5 winners out of a few hundred. And when it took 3 seconds to switch between every photo, I wanted to die. And honestly, it could still be better.

But one of the best solutions is a super fast SSD. Which I had. I bought it right before my parents got especially ill and was planning to install it in my PC. But my priorities changed and I just never found the energy.

The problem is that was an internal NVME SSD. I needed it to be external.

Which is where this little thingie comes in.

This is an NVME enclosure, and if you are looking for cheap, fast external storage, this is so much better than those external SSDs they overcharge for. For $200 they give you a 2TB drive that can read about 2000 MB per second. Or you can get a 2TB NVME and this enclosure for the same price and get 3000 MB per second. Not only that, but it is upgradeable. In a year when 4TB is $100, you can plop that in. And the Mac's Thunderbolt 4 has a max speed of around 5000 MB/s, so there is room to improve there as well. Though sometimes advertised speeds are not reality speeds.

The only thing you need to be aware of is these drives run hot. You're going to think there is something wrong with them. Like, they top out at 90C. Which is nearly 200 degrees in freedom units.

I wanted a convenient way to mount my drive, but I didn't want 200 degrees on the back of my screen, so... MAGNETS!

And I can stack a few more if that section starts feeling too hot.

So, I have that problem solved. I can now use this as my main computer and work on my photography.

Next up... fashion!

I'm going out more and I want to look a little more presentable. I thought these two tone shirts looked a little more fashionable. And they are very comfortable too. I have a red one that I think I'm going to wear on my trip. I know you can't see the two tone well in the picture, so here is the product photo of the red one.

Next problem?

Well, it's maybe not a problem so much as something cool I wanted. A black light!

My mom had all of this uranium glass and I had no idea my salt shaker was marginally radioactive all these years. I really wanted to take a proper photo of some of the glass before it all gets sold at auction. So this should be a fun experiment.

I will say, if you don't have uranium glass, don't get a black light. You will want to burn your house down. It does not matter how clean you think you got something... you didn't clean it enough. And I have all of this dry flaky skin on my feet. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't bother me. You can't even really see it unless you look really close. But when I shined the light on my feet they looked like they had some undocumented disease. I will not be sharing a photo of that.

But the depression glass, that's super neat.

Some proper photos coming soon I hope. Maybe after my trip.

Next problem!

My key fob. This thing is a piece of shit.

Even if it looks cool under a black light, it is THE WORST.

It's cheap plastic, it takes a stupid watch battery, the symbols on the buttons all wore off. And all of that I could handle, but for some reason this fob has an effective range of about 2 feet. I literally have to be standing next to the door before it will work.

I had a black fob that worked much better, only the plastic casing was falling apart. But I taped it up as best I could and hoped it would not fall apart. Then I went to get my tires changed and they needed the fob to do some special reset of the pressure sensors and the battery died before they could. I went home to try and change the battery, and the entire thing basically disintegrated on me.

The inside looks like this.

The battery retention contact is held on by a tiny dab of solder. And if you pull the battery up even a little, it snaps off. And that's what happened. And to make matters worse, the rubber buttons were falling apart and the unlock button just... fell off.

So I was either stuck with the 2 foot range green one or I needed a new fob. Thankfully, they are only 20 bucks for 2 on Amazon. Unfortunately you need a dealer or an auto locksmith to program them. The lowest quote was $100 for about 5 minutes of work. The dealer actually wanted to sell me the fob as well, which they quoted as $150 for ONE. Same cheap plastic piece of shit and everything.

So, I got all of the parts from the broken fob and I hot glued that battery contact back into place and I transplanted that into a shiny new casing.

Works just like new. The buttons feel much better, I can actually see the symbols, and it has a range of at least 100 feet. And that hot glue isn't going anywhere. Changing the battery might be an issue, but these lasted several years.

Next problem!

An intervalometer is a fancy shutter button for a camera that allows very long exposures. It is detached from the camera so you don't shake anything and it needs a backlit screen because if you are using it, you are most likely in the dark.

My intervalometer is about 12 years old and uses another dreaded watch battery. And the backlight on the screen seems to be dead. So it is pretty much useless.

But look at this!

The light even works in the... well, light! And it takes normal batteries. Seriously, watch batteries need to stay in watches.

I don't know if I will get to take a long exposure in Florida, but I want to have this with me in case I do.

Next problem!

This one I actually solved on my own. But I found these stainless iron (yes, iron!) shims and I covered them with black tape and now all of my most used kitchen items never take up counter space.

Yes, I use magnets and hot glue to solve most of my problems.

Next problem!

My garage door is not very smart. And the remote control for it is huge and does not fit in my man purse.

So I downsized the remote.

But I wanted to fix the non-smart thing as well. A while back my brother got into my garage without me knowing. He must have taken a remote of his own. And I really don't feel like figuring out how to change the frequency, so I now have a sensor that lets me know when the door is open with a phone notification. Beyond that, I can open or close the door from my smartphone from anywhere. And I can give access to anyone with a smartphone in case of an emergency.

I will say, this company is really paranoid about people being crushed by garage doors. The instructions tell you to put up this sign in your garage...

And if you use the app to close the door, you get a light show with annoying beeping...

And I know that these accidents happen in real life. But whenever I think about how that could actually happen, all I can imagine is that scene in Austin Powers...

In any case, I am really glad I have this now. And I also like that if I forget to close the garage door, I can check the app and not have to get up to do it.

OH! I almost forgot. If I want, I can have Amazon place packages inside my garage.

Next problem!

What in the heck do I need galvanized steel plates for?

In product photography you need a diffusion panel called a scrim. If you try to buy one of these already made, they are hundreds of dollars. They are mostly made for movie productions, and those items always have inflated costs.

So most product photographers make their own out of tracing paper or a special plastic called Translum. It's $80 per roll, but lasts forever. I used to hang my scrims from the ceiling. But you can't really angle or move them, so you have to move the object you are photographing instead. Which is just a backwards way to work. So I invented my own scrims with two strips of very thin wood, metal chip clips, these little plastic feet that held up plexiglass barriers during COVID. And to weigh everything down... steel plates.

This is version 1.0 where I glued the plastic rather than affixing it with the chip clips.

The clips work much better and allow me to put different weights of plastic on, or even double plastic, for more or less diffusion. And I ended up not needing that board at the bottom which allows me to curve it as well.

And these scrims let me take this photo...

It's called graduated lighting and it makes things look neat.

I also got a backpack for my trip and shorts, but I am going to forego an explanation of those.

To all that helped, thank you so much. I hope you can see I am putting everything to good use.

[maybankbae]

Hot Showers and Cold Bleach

Warnings: Strong Language

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!

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April 11th 2019

Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in New Jersey as she packed for her trip for Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke and Ashton’s girlfriends Sierra and KayKay.

Roy, one of Calum’s friends is tagging along as well with the group.

Kalani and Micheal have been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel from 2014 and she was his celebrity crush. He made that apparent in every interview he was asked that question.

She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket to go. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talk again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.

Her old youtube vlog of that trip has clips of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon now and laugh.

She held up one blue bikini, one red one, and a pink one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s Jersey accent rang through.

“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.

“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.

“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.

“Mom, no one in Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.

“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the different climates and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades lighter than her whole body.

“Shut up.” She chuckled as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle.

‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.

Ana waved noticed Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kailani turned around seeing him.

"You're like a cat. How did I not hear you." She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed.

"Hi Mrs. Smith" Micheal waved with Southy's paw making Kalani smile.

"Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I've told you this for 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am."

“If the shoe fits then wear it momma.” She joked making Anna give her the bird.

They bid their goodbyes as she had to go, tired of hearing Micheal trying to wrestle the dogs to do what sounded like a trick.

“I’ll finish packing tomorrow before we leave. I have all my clothes packed just not bathroom stuff but it’d be pointless to pack them now.” She ran her fingers through his fringe as she sat on his lap.

“We should bleach my hair again before Coachella.” He suggested squeezing her ass. She knew what he really wanted.

“You just wanna fuck me under the shower.”

“Not completely, I also want my hair washed but that doesn’t sound bad either.”

“Fine.” She climbed off his lap and sauntered into the connected bathroom.

****

Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean.

"The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out." She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.

His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look.

"That’s not what we're here for." She pointed her finger at his chest

"Y’know you could wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to bleach it." She batted her full lashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani towards him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls.

Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the running water.

They washed out all the product out of his and her hair before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel.

He's been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but likes when Kalani does it for him.

She grabbed the t shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to throw it up in a curly bun.

Micheal rolled the chair in front of the bathroom mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.

She placed some gloves on for protection of her skin and got to bleaching his hair. "This may burn." She warned him as she was splitting his hair into sections while he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was starting.

"I've dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it's fine. I’m immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.

*****

After an hour of the smell of bleach and the sound Kalani and Micheal's laughter , they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they've been missing out on.

She had one leg propped up and the other across his lap as he stroked her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn't have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black panties.

"If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask." She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.

"I was waiting on those exact words." He said with a cheeky smile.

With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit with his tounge through the outside of her panties. "Please Mikey." Her doe eyes silently begged him.

“Someone’s impatient.”

He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.

"Shit your pussy is so pretty my love." He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. "Thank you."

With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was maintaining eye contact with her and every time she wouldn't look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn't long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes close in pleasure.

"That feel good baby?," He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his beard.

She shakily sighed. "Fuck it feels so good."

With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.

"Shit I'm gonna come." She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.

“I know." He cooed, the vibrations of his voice sending her over the edge.

She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times as he pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.

"I love you." She stretched over her to peck his lips. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

"I can't wait to fuck you at Coachella. To a weekend of great music and even better sex." He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.  

"And spending time with your band members while I have girl time!" she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.

[thekinkyleopard]

I Said…

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz, Force Induce, Aggression, Slight CNC,

Smut, Impact

Author’s Notes: I wanted more Dominant/Forceful Remi. So I wrote some. Enjoy 🫡 @aller-geez Made the Cover, and owns Remi!

Description: Levi really just needs to get some work done…then he can play…so he has to ignore the wolf to do it. But Remi is insanely bored, and horny..and he will not allow Levi to ignore him! Absolutely not…

Levi squinted at the screen of his MacBook Pro. “Okay so then…” he clicked through the different windows of the MANY sites he was connected to selling content. He almost wanted to rub his eyebrows clean off his face from frustration. This was so much work he had put off. He had videos and photos to edit, messages to answer…emails to write. He took another overwhelmed inhale and sharply blew it out as he clicked back and forth in between typing.

Remi was slung over the back of the couch, watching his steaming leopard from a few feet back. Why did he insist on waiting last minute of the week to do everything? Granted…he wasn’t much help with supporting every trip and side track. It’s not like he didn’t TRY to stay home. Not that If they did, Levi would get much work done anyway. Maybe filming. Remi likes that part. He smirked as he watched the other get more and more agitated with himself by the minute. The wolf finally slid off the couch and slinked his way over to his mate’s, tense, side. “Babe, you’ve been here for two hours huffing and puffing just take a break,” his darkened brows furrowed.

“No, I have to finish this stuff today,” the cat responded directly, still distracted by the many different fonts in front of him as he responded to messages.

“But I miss you…” the wolf ran his fingers through the other’s softened strands of hair. “Come on…Kitten…” leaning his lips now to the smaller’s ear he slid his tongue just enough to graze the tendered skin of his auricle.

“Rem..” the cat sighed trying his best to push the desire to give in and let the other immediately have his way. “I can’t, just wait, okay?” He asked with a plea in his voice, continuing to surf through his computer to get his tasks done, sounds of furious clicks and clacks echoed off their thin walls. The wolf hummed in response, and slid his hands down the front of his boyfriend’s chest.

“Kitten…” he whispered again with that same, sultry and husky tone. Yet, still at the same time, the leopard fought back against his mate’s antics and mustered an emotionless response that was more or less, blatantly ignoring the wolf. Remi’s eyebrows furrowed. Not even a hitch of breath? He stood up straight and he scanned his small mate with intensely baring eyes, whom sat in front of his desk blissfully unaware. “Kitten,” he said again, but now very sternly, addressing the other. Levi’s fingers paused from typing as he considered turning around, but he knew he’d only be met with smugness. A cocky grin. Then he’d pull him in and devour him. No. He was not answering this siren’s calls. Back, demon! Levi continued to type as he came to a final decision. He would not be giving in.

Without words, this cut Remi like a knife. How dare he. How dare his mate ignore him in his time of need. That just won’t do. Absolutely not. Folding his arms across his chest he squinted, now with anger in his voice. “Levi,” but the cat knew, he knew what this was. There was no pressing matter, the house was not on fire, there were no children in the home possibly ingesting lead poisoning, no. It was his insistent need to be in control, and get his damn way! Levi wasn’t having it. He straight ticked and tapped through the man’s assertions and paid him no mind.

This was going to be the thing that drove the wolf mad. He was done playing nice. The cat had his chance, he had plenty! Too many, as far as Remi was concerned. “Hm,” was all he said, flatly. The wolf turned and suddenly he disappeared from the room. This gave Levi a mere 5 minutes of uninterrupted silence to finish his task of emails and move on to editing. Yet, his ears perked and tuned in as he listened to the sound of Remi grabbing his keys, and leaving the apartment. For a second the cat did in fact turn in his desk chair to see that the man was, actually gone. This caused Levi to feel a slight pang in his heart. ‘He didn’t think I was rejecting him did he?’ No, he probably just went to entertain himself. It’s fine. One session of stern silence won’t implode their relationship.

Either way, Levi found the opportunity to get through some more of his tasks as he clicked, clacked and tapped away at his laptop. About an hour had passed before the front door went swinging open again, Levi didn’t even flinch as he was deeply invested in photo editing. As he was trying to get every detail fine tuned, he heard the sound of Remi, clearly his throat from behind him.

“You have one more chance, Levi, Now,” there was the sound of a crinkle, some sort of plastic ? Wrapping maybe? It was unclear but the leopard was far too immersed in his project to even register he was being spoken to. “Stop ignoring me and turn around,” the wolf’s voice was stern, almost cold but commanding all the same. Yet, no matter how many notches he turned it up, he found the cat unmoved, and stuck within his screen. Remi’s eyebrows shot down and he shook his head with disappointment. Without another word he stepped forward grabbing the back of Levi’s rotating computer chair. With his firm grasp against the seat, he quickly spun the chair around to face him. “I said….” The man spoke in the midst of this motion.

Levi was stunned beyond words, he had not even a chance to register. With another loud crinkling disturbance he was met mere seconds later with a full face of marigold flowers, shoved into his unsuspecting nostrils.

“Stop ignoring me,” the wolf now bore down onto the cat, his glowing eyes much more luminous as he continued to wave and waft the flowers across Levi’s sensitive face.

“R-Rem…N-No…I’m s-sorry I just…H’Hah…hh..” it was too late. There was no amount of apologies, no amount of groveling.

“Aht…it’s too late, you’re going to settle into your punishment like a good boy, give Master what he wants,” with another rough force of his hand he pushed the bouquet into the cat’s already teary face. The man was right, Levi was doomed, just a single cell of pollen from a marigold was enough and the small male hitched. His breath caught, his mouth hung open as tears began to fall from his crystal blues. The wolf set down the flowers and took hold of both Levi’s delicate wrists. Gripping them to stay put on each arm of the chair. There would be no way to cover himself, to stifle, to hide it. As badly as the leopard wanted to hold it in, his face turning red as he tried, the efforts would prove to be futile.

“H.. —hah’ESHHh‘uh!!!” His once crinkling and twisting nose unable to contain itself any longer. Levi sneezed openly into the space between him and the other, particles of mist visibly passing through the air landing in various places between each other and the environment surrounding. Remi closed his eyes momentarily to relish in it, licking his lips to clear away the moistened presence he had invited.

“Good boy,” that voice again, low, gruff, almost like he’d just woken up. He hadnt, but something did, and Levi knew that something wasn’t going away until it was satisfied. It made the leopard shudder as he struggled under the pressure. His mouth still opening and closing as it fought back the inevitable. “Stop fighting it, Kitten, or I’ll make it worse,” he narrowed his gaze, those glistening green orbs brought Levi, metaphorically, to his knees.

“HET’Shhh’eu! Eh’schh’iue!! H’Hih…” the cat was so desperate to cover his face as he strained and pulled at the man’s locked grasp of his wrists. “Rem…ple…Hah..ase..” he shook his head back and forth, his nostrils were starting to drip and he felt his skin crawl at the wetness that touched his upper lip.

“Hm? Can’t hear you, Kitten,” Remi’s mouth pulled up into a sadistic grin before he stood up and with a few swift movements, hoisted the suffering cat over his shoulder.

“H-Hey!” The cat began to wiggle and fight, but there was nothing he could do to remedy the current predicament he found himself to be in. “H’ptsuff!!” It slipped as he dangled over his mate’s large shoulder. He sniffled loudly, while feeling his nostrils only get fuller by the moments that passed. Yet, with his hands slightly freed he found himself able to slide his sleeve across his face and relieve himself of the build up. His relief was short lived before Remi threw him down onto the bed like a heavy sack of potatoes. The leopard grunted loosely as his back hit the mattress. “Rebi…” he tried to reason with the wolf but his adorable stuffed up voice only riddled the man in heavy goosebumps. Shuddering before him. Slowly as the wolf hovered at the edge of the bed, Levi flattened and frozen in place as his body was still fighting to expel every last drop of pollen that had been forced upon him.

“No,” the wolf spoke coldly. Distant. Like the softness, and the love had all but packed up and left town. His hands worked at the metal of his belt buckle, clinking as he slung it open, unbuttoning his pants now. Levi scrambled to the top of the bed and he sat up straight now.

“You lidden do me Mrd Man!….” He started but the look he received in response, that hardened, emerald stare, paused the leopard in his tracks.

“Am I going to have to restrain you? Or are you going to behave?” The man paused his movements and watched, waiting to see what choice the cat would make. Was he feeling lucky?

Levi sat there, he blinked a few times before he suddenly inched a leg over the side of the bed.

“Tsk, tsk, little cat,” he sighed in disappointment. He truthfully expected better from his mate, but none the less. It would not derail his plans tonight. Swiftly the wolf moved across the space in the room to reach his boyfriend, grabbing him by one wrist as it raised to try and stop him.

“Rebi! I habe worg!!!” He tried to fight it, but it was useless as the larger of the two, snapped him into their bed restraints. Each wrist pulled apart from each other, and each leg, cuffed at his wrists and ankles. He squirmed.

“You can return to work, when we’re done here,” tightening the last of the restraints he stood back to admire his sprawled out mate, his shirt lifted to expose his pale freckled stomach. Remi bit his lower lip as he consumed the visual in front of him. “God, how do you expect me to just sit there? While you ignore me, and look like this all the fucking time?” Growling he grabbed the soft material of Levi’s long sleeve and ripped it clean off his body. The cat whimpered, sucking in his own lower lip. It was a boldened lie if he said he wasn’t turned on in the slightest. His face was flushed, his body trembled as he tugged on his restraints.

“And even now, as you’re tied at my disposal, you fight it?” He leaned forward, meeting his gaze to Levi’s with a mere inch between them. “Must I make it worse?” His words hot across the leopard’s freckled face, he sucked in a gasp and looked up at the wolf with those brilliant sky blues.

“Maybe,” he responded finally, challenging the larger. Who smirked, half written across his face before he stood up straight.

“You’ll regret that,” a noiseless chuckle huffed through his nose, before he turned his back and disappeared from the room all together. The cat, now bare chested and restrained, tugged at his hand cuffs, grumbling with frustration as the reinforcement was, well, reinforcing. He stopped, the jingling coming to a complete halt as the wolf walked calmly back into the room with that same bouquet he triggered him with earlier.

“No…!” The leopard gasped as he tried to pull on his limitations. No use. As if it would have been. Remi chuckles with an aura of mischief.

“Oh,” stepping forward toward the side of the bed now, reaching into the plastic wrap, he grips a handful of petals into his palm. “Yes,” he rips them off their stems and sprinkles the delicate remnants of marigold across the cat’s face and body. A few of them finding a home against Levi’s upper lip, causing him to huff and puff frantically. There was no escaping it, no avoiding the building tickle that began to present itself in the back of his throat. He couldn’t run from the fluid that began to fill and throb inside his nose. He was just going to have to accept his fate.

“N-..no..I-..h’h—Huh’TSCHHhieww! Hh’Etshu! …” Remi continued to strip every last golden petal off the bouquet itself and decorate his suffering mate’s body with them, and once he found the bunch had gone naked, he tossed it to the side with a loud crunch of the plastic as it hit the surface of the floor. Once again, he began to unfasten the restraints on his pants.

“Just how I like you, at my mercy and messy,” looking down upon the cat’s now very wet and reddened face. Levi opened his glistened lips to speak but only find himself stuck in another cycle of sneeze.

“Eh’ehTSHU! H’uh’TSCHHhieww! EhTSCHIEW!” Helplessly the cat exploded and as a fine mist of saliva came cascading down against his face from the force of gravity. He twisted, he pulled and he continued to persistently shift his head back and forth to fight the continuing assault of pollen that surrounded him. Remi reached out to caress the leopard’s face softly, almost lovingly before he smirked with a darkened force surrounding him now.

“I love seeing you so weakened,” Levi looking up at the wolf with pleading, leaking eyes. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” He asked with his index and thumb lifting the cat’s delicate chin. With a much less defiant demeanor, the leopard nodded very slowly, biting his lower lip in an effort to hold back. His nose was still riddled with prickles, the sensation of burning traveling up the center of his throat through the bridge of his nostrils. “That’s what I like to see from my little kitten….obedience,” sliding his wanting tongue across hungry teeth as Remi finished pulling his zipper down the seam. “I can’t wait to have you…feel your twitching, convulsing,” with each descriptor he pulled at his pants, drawing them further down his legs and off his body. Levi hitched and hiccuped, his glossy eyes pouring over his cheeks as he struggled underneath the petals still adorning his body. “And spraying of my will, at my mercy,” hissing the last syllables of his sentence like a hot iron against flesh, before reaching out to tear Levi’s shorts off his trembling frame. Remi held up the fistful of fabric, looking down at the cat and shaking his head. “No underwear? Oh kitten, are you SURE you weren’t asking for this?” Spoken with a rhetorical edge, his words like a knife to his mate’s thinned throat.

Levi whimpered, unable to respond, if he opened his maw and tried to use his vocal chords? It was game over. “Snnnnfff,” he snuffled loudly, trying to suck up the mess that was leaking from his swollen nostrils. Though it was a success to keep his face clean, it only pushed further the pollen that was eating away at his sensitive inner walls. “H’hah…” his jaw hung open, and his eyes pinched narrowly. Remi watched with an intense stare, feeling himself harden in his boxers.

“Go on now,” Remi said as he slowly climbed onto the bed, his large body engulfed the leopard in his shadow as he hovered inches above him. “Sneeze, baby,” his teeth gripped onto one of his piercing bars from behind his lip, pulling on it with impatience as his eyes never left Levi’s delightfully flushed expression.

“HET’Shhh’eu!” Misting a slew of spittle across his mate’s looming chest, he hicked gently, body convulsing just barely as he did. “T-SHU! Eh-TSHU!” His entire frame lurched forward, pulling at his cuffs, causing them to clink and jingle. He managed to peak his crystal eyes up and blink a enough time to settle his vision. He looked pathetic. Tear stained and red. His pouting lips only drove the wolf further into madness as he fondled the cat’s body now. Slipping his palms up Levi’s thin and freckled stomach, to his chest, and back down to his thighs, he gripped them tightly, sure to leave finger stained bruises.

“You are so absolutely delectable kitten…I don’t know what drove you to believe this was a battle you could ever win,” snickering as his darkening aura only continued to consume him, and now Levi, as his nails dug deeper into the cat’s flesh. The pressure caused the cells to burst open, and a small crimson trail trickled down the leopard’s legs now. He shuddered in response as his watering ceruleans carefully watched the wolf look him over. His own length twitching at not only the treatment, but Remi’s overall entire demeanor.

The wolf reached down and pulled his own tortured cock from behind the hole in his boxers, spitting on it twice, and quickly coating his length as his gaze never left his mate’s. “Come on, Kitten, I know you have more in there,” licking his lips with ravenous hunger. Levi sniffled, and squinted, his body trembling underneath the large man.

He wasn’t wrong, in fact Levi was so sick of sneezing at this point it almost felt painful to keep doing it. Yet, he couldn’t stop if he wanted. As desperately as he worked to swallow the feeling, it only presented itself stronger, and more persistent when he was TRYING not to. “H’Hah…n-no…I…d-dod’t wan..hih’hah…” he shook his dampening whitened locks about as he fought it, scrunching and tweaking his nose back and forth. Remi growled, low in his chest, he reached up with a movement faster than the speed of light and struck the small male clear across his cheek with an open palm, before gripping him tightly by the jaw in a full pinch. The freckled cheek now stained bright red.

“What the fuck did I just say? Did you think this was a choose your own adventure? Give. Me. It.” His words and actions sent bolts of electricity down each nerve within the cat’s body and he whimpered pathetically before his moistened eyes slid back in his head and, he obeyed.

“H’—Eh’schh’iue!! T’Shhh’eu!!” Remi grunted like a wild animal, pushing his way between the male’s legs as his frame convulsed underneath him. “AaAaHh~ ‘Etshu!!” The wolf shoved his slickened, impatient cock inside of Levi’s twitching, tightened entrance.

“Ssshh….it…that’s right, baby, don’t stop,” he was needy as his hips pushed roughly, erratically inside of the cat. Sparing no time for the smaller to adjust as he moved with hunger and desire. Levi’s legs spread instinctively, though they didn’t need much help as they were pulled apart through the restraints. His face was wet, red, swollen and itchy. It only seemed to worsen the more he released, the more he let out, the more the collected mist and mess upon his sensitive face, the more triggered another prickling sting within him was.

The leopard moaned with a sweetened sound, mouth hung open like a desperate whore but, the mix between being completely used by his mate, and covered in an allergen, he couldn’t help it. A line of drool pooling down the right side of his lips. “Re—H’Eh’ehTSHU!” Spraying openly once more across the two bodies that moved with aggressive need. The large wolf groaned lowly as he watched closely, carefully, never missing any scrunch, hitch or blow. He only drew him further into madness. His hands slid behind the smaller, up the back of his neck and threading his strong fingers into the dampened strands of white hair, and tugging his head up harshly. Levi gasped, but the sharpened intake of air gusted forth another waft of dust that lingered from the flowers littered about him. “H'ptschu!” Sneezing into Remi’s close and hovering face. The man smirked, letting out a breathless chuckle as he continued to rut himself into the smaller. His tongue slid out of his lips and lapped up the mess his lover had gifted him upon his release.

“Such a good boy,” he huffed breathlessly, hooking his hips just right to slam himself into the cat’s prostate. Levi cried out helplessly, his whole body shaking and retracting at the many things holding him back, and down. “You’re going to make me, cum…” Remi hesitated in speech while he felt the inevitable build of his inclosing orgasm. The smaller suffered under an intense pressure of torment and pleasure, his cock throbbing against his stomach, strained mewls and cries escaping his itching throat.

“I ca..—Reb…” struggling to speak under the sheer overload he was experiencing on the spectrum of emotions and tolerance. The larger practically hissed as he shoved his length deeper and faster within Levi’s puckering hole.

“Just one more…baby…Give me one more…” he commanded bringing one hand from the cat’s hair to his jaw again, pinching it tightly as he forced upon the smaller, heated, and daunting eye contact. The leopard gasped, his mouth almost forced open by the impact of Remi’s grip upon him. His watering eyes leaking down each side of his face as he glared back into those baring bright emeralds. His nose burned and tickled, his throat throbbed, fighting it was as useless as it was the at the start of this, and he knew it.

“Hih’h…” he sucked in, his nostrils flexed and the bridge of his nose wrinkled. Remi watched hungrily as his hips only seemed to work faster the closer Levi got to spilling.

“Yes baby, yes…” he encouraged the other, frantically his body snapped and pulsated through the leopard’s twitching frame.

“Huh’TSCHHhieww!! Eh’schh’iue!” At the same instant that the cat released himself into Remi’s complete and utter control, he spilled his seed inside of him. Groaning with a strained, yet softened sound while his hips uncontrollably twitched and emptied himself of every drop. Levi trying to catch his breath but finding himself still unable to truly breathe with the mass of pollutant that surrounded him still. Though, Remi selfishly wished to lay in bliss, and enjoy the post climax exhaustion, he quickly pulled himself out, and off the small male.

“Here, let me help,” he said in between catching his own ragged breath. The wolf, with purpose, worked to release the cat of his restraints, and helping to shove the pedals off Levi’s reddened and messy body.

“Thid wad ebil,” Levi pouted loosely as he allowed the larger to clean him off and carry him now, to their bathroom as he began to run him a hot bath.

“Hey, you asked for it, I’ve told your ass before, I don’t like being ignored,” grumbling with agitation as he continued to still make the bath a relaxing space for the cat to decompress. Levi huffed and rolled his reddened, and slightly dulled blue eyes, climbing inside of the tub as it started to slowly fill.

“Yeah well…it just means I’m going to be working longer!” Sticking his tongue out at the larger while he settled into the warmth of the rising water.

“Hmm, we’ll see,” Remi snickered mischievously, sitting up against the tub while he flicked his fingers mindlessly through the water.

The End

Author’s Notes: I promised you guys I’d release a fic :^D so here it is LMFAO. Sorry it took so long, between working so much, my mental health not being super great and life just being absolutely frustrating, it makes writing smut hard as fuck. 😂 I hope you guys enjoyed none the less 🫶🏻

[lappy-maker]

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[lokilysolbitch]

the time i needed to read about the rwandan genocide and there were a bunch of ads INCLUDING. one that covered the FULL. FUCKING. SCREEN. AND WASNT SKIPPABLE. AND IT KEPT COMING BACK. EVERY FEW MINUTES.

paying literal money for hulu and still getting a series of ads every few minutes of a 20 minute episode. and ad when i try to pause.

just. any online recipe.

the list of ads on any google search. "google is what i've been experiencing something that could be a focal seizure? should i get checked??" ad. ad. ad. ad. ad.

my online high school keyboarding class that taught with a program that was literally just a fancy microsoft ad. it explained how to use microsoft's super great, top notch computer !! don't you wanna use our computers ?!👹 i had a macbook. i needed to use someone else's laptop to turn in some of the assignments. the class was mostly useless.

tiktoks ads every six videos. ads when you open the app. tiktok shop videos (also ads) between those six videos. ads in the following list. didn't remember following chanel or family vloggers.

companies with social medias accounts commenting on posts and acting like they're a person. they're not. that's a company. that's an ad. including duolingo.

the psychology of ads and marketing too. because apparently it's not enough to say "this is our product. it's great!" even the richest fucking companies still feel the need to manipulate you into thinking you need the product. that you're inferior without it. everyone uses our product but you. you aren't good enough, or clean enough, or healthy enough, or smart enough, without our product. when you wonder why you feel inadequate, we want you to think of our product. we can fix you

and then most the time the product fucking sucks anyway.

doesn't it piss you off corporations act like you were born to see ads. why it's so bad for trying to escape them??? the way it's okay for websites to make ads sooo annoying you feel like you have no choice but buy premium. and even then you can't escape ad reads. i don't want to waste hours of my life skipping ads. finding the x button. or being woken by an ad that pops at the end of 3 hours long white noise video. using spotify without premium is a nightmare. i hate how ads are everywhere and somehow it's normal to say 'if you don't want to see ads on youtube and use adblock then you're stealing from them!' what. i'm gonna install adblock on every computer elders in my family use as a preventive measure bc too many websites put ads in between news articles!!!

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Correct issue diagnosis

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Suggestions for Continuing Care of Your MacBook:

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Keep your macOS up-to-date

Do not expose the device to high heat or moisture

Always carry the device in a padded case

While you might be tempted to use a cloth, use a microfiber cloth to wipe down the keyboard and screen

If you notice any small glitches, have them checked out sooner than later

Conclusion

Finding a reputable MacBook service center in Bangalore can seem overwhelming, especially if you require immediate use of your MacBook. After knowing what to look for and having a dependable name such as iConnect Care Technology, you will receive professional, efficient, and affordable services every time.

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