#and I don't mean this lightly. if I wasn't on my meds..... I know I would have attempted again

[imwritesometimes]

I am once again asking you pls if you take one thing away from this blog, only one thing, let it be this: do not buy. a front loading washing machine. don't do it. do not. they are far more fuckin trouble than they're worth. don't do it.

sincerely - mine just died. again. had to go out and just buy a new TOP LOADER or pay another $400+ to have it fixed which would have been stupid af. do not do this. love urself do not buy one as I did. learn from my mistake.

[onyourowndaisymae]

mistletoe mayhem

a/n: i wanted to get out a festive little piece before the holidays are over. sorry for the lack of posting-- i am so sleepy all the time. also i just got my wisdom teeth out so if this is nonsensical i do apologize. i am on several pain meds

characters + content: lucifer, satan, asmo, solomon, simeon x gn!reader

word count: ~1.3k

prompt: it's christmas at the demon lord's castle. drinks are flowing, music is blasting, and you're caught up in the fun of the party with everyone in the main hall. when you slip away to grab yourself another drink, however, you collide with another body in the doorway. who is that? and what's that above your head, dangling from the doorway... is that... mistletoe?

"Lucifer?"

colliding with the solid chest in front of you knocks some of the breath from your lungs. yet, you don't tumble to the unforgiving ground. you look up and see red eyes searching your face, gloved hands steadying you by the underside of your arms to keep you on your feet.

he breathes your name easily. "watch your step."

"my bad," you reply. you didn't even realize you were clutching the front of his coat until you let him go. lucifer's lips curl into an easy smirk as he crosses his arms.

you readjust your clothes and start to wander off with a polite nod, but his hand catches your arm again. "wait a moment."

"huh?"

his gloved finger points above you to the top of the doorframe. there, dangling above your head, is a bundle of mistletoe. you should have known lord diavolo would have the place decorated in such a way-- he'd been asking you for weeks about human traditions for the festive season. you must have told him about this one somewhere along the way. judging by the look on lucifer's face, he knows what exactly that leafy sprig means.

"mistletoe, is it not?" lucifer starts, then seems satisfied when you nod. "i owe you a kiss. if you'll allow it, of course." the smoothness of his offer makes your cheeks split with a delighted grin.

"i'd be offended if you didn't."

"and we can't have that, now can we? not during the holidays." and with that, his lips meet yours.

"Satan?"

a sharp swear hits your ears as strong hands catch you, gripping your shoulders with startling intensity as he somewhat forcibly props you back onto your own two feet.

satan's cheeks are flushed as he looks you up and down once more to make sure you're alright. his fingers find your shirt and dust you off once more for good measure.

"are you alright?"

"i'm okay," you answer, now secure in your own footing. "thank you for catching me."

"sorry for running into you in the first place."

there's a gap of silence. he shifts awkwardly on his feet, eyes flickering up above your heads to the top of the doorframe.

"is there something up there?" you ask. your gaze flits up above you to find a leafy sprig adorning the doorframe.

"if i'm not mistaken," satan says lowly, cheeks aflame and eyes darting from yours, "that's mistletoe. there's a human tradition where two people kiss if they're caught under it together-- i assume you've heard it?"

"i have."

there's another beat of silence where satan looks hesitant-- his body is angled towards yours, leaned in ever so slightly in interest, but his mouth doesn't move. the words won't come out. you can tell he's interested in the tradition, but he doesn't want to pressure you because of the tumble you almost took. you'd find it more endearing if it wasn't so silly.

"... do you want to give it a try? 'tis the season and all."

he lets out a breath you had noticed him holding and nods, scarlet in the cheeks as his fingers brush against yours. satan's lips find yours-- soft, grateful, melting into your touch as voices of your friends and family fade into the background.

"Asmo?"

"oh!"

two arms wind around your body, pressing you against him as the two of you fumble together lightly. you eventually find yourself unscathed and on your feet once more.

"sorry, hon, i didn't see you coming," asmo murmurs, fingers flitting over your form to help fix your hair and crumpled outfit.

"i'm sorry, too. i wasn't paying attention when i came around that corner. are you okay?"

"i'll be okay. now that i've got you alone, actually, i've been meaning to ask you about something."

a delighted little smile crosses his lips, and he takes your hands in his to coax you closer.

"anything, asmo. what's on your mind?"

"this whole mistletoe tradition solomon was telling me about, is it true? you really make out with someone under this plant? it sounds to me like one of the best human traditions i've heard in awhile."

"it's more of a kiss than a full make-out, but yes, sure, i do suppose it's an interesting tradition."

"and what's the plant look like?"

"uh, it's this leafy green little thing, usually tied up somewhere on the ceiling or in doorframes."

"like that?" asmo lifts a finger from your intertwined hands to point up with a devious grin. sure enough, above your head, you spot a sprig of mistletoe.

"you knew that was there, didn't you?"

"well i wanted to try out the tradition myself. and there's no one i'd rather do it with than you! so maybe i bumped into you on purpose to get you under here with me. is that so bad?"

as you find yourself leaning in to ring in the holiday season, you can't help but think maybe bumping into asmo under the mistletoe was a gift itself, even if it was a silly plot on his part.

"Solomon?"

"mc!"

your bodies bump together uncomfortably, and the two of you fumble together to stay standing. solomon's boyish laugh rings through the area, and you can't help but laugh a little yourself at the absurdity of almost bowling each other down on your way through the doorframe.

"are you alright?" he asks, giggles subsiding into a softness as his eyes scan you for any minor bruises or bumps.

"I'm alright. are you?"

"i am. better now that i have you alone."

"oh? and what is that supposed to mean?"

"did you happen to notice the mistletoe above us as you were walking this way?" solomon asks. your eyes drift upwards with his to see the plant hanging above your heads-- probably mistletoe, considering it's decorating the castle for the party, but honestly you'd never been close enough to know what it's really supposed to look like.

"not until now. assuming that's what that is."

"you think i'd lie about that?" he teases.

"oh, for sure. anything to get a kiss."

"ouch," solomon whines, pressing his hand against his chest to cover the emotional wound your words left. "i would never go so far as to deceive you. if i wanted a kiss, all i'd have to do is ask."

"that's true," you murmur, leaning in as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

silence.

"anyways," solomon starts, pulling away with a chesire grin and turning on his heel.

"solomon! you bastard! i thought you were gonna--!"

before you can protest further, his lips are on yours, grinning and kissing you senseless as he backs you up against that very doorframe-- to ensure you stay caught under the mistletoe, of course.

"Simeon?"

a gasp comes from the body you collide with, as sharp and unexpected as the collision you found yourself in. the body bumps into the doorframe with a muffled noise of surprise.

"oh, i'm so sorry! i didn't see you coming!" the apology is out of your mouth before simeon's fully steadied himself on his feet, but he's already chuckling jovially and reaching out to comfort you despite nearly tumbling to the ground.

"i'm sorry," he replies. "i should have been paying more attention."

he reaches behind him to adjust his cape, but his gloved fingers brush something caught in his hair and he frowns. you pull it out for him-- it's a decoration. leafy, green, christmas-y. you look above you to see the hook from which it hung in the doorframe now swinging empty after your collision.

"did i knock that over? i'll have to apologize to barbatos." simeon mutters. then, after a moment, "what is that?"

"mistletoe, i think."

"mistletoe?"

"it's a human realm plant," you tell the angel, twirling it in your fingers. "we hang it up around christmas time. it's for couples. when you stand underneath it together, you're supposed to kiss."

"oh," simeon answers quietly, cheeks heating up at your simple explanation. he looks pensive for a moment. "should i hang it back up?"

"huh?"

"well it sounds like a good excuse to kiss you, and i'm not one to let that chance pass me by. or can we just--?"

he gingerly slips the mistletoe from your fingers and holds it up above you, grinning bashfully. no more words are needed-- you answer the angel with a sweet kiss to mark the occasion.

[no-one-anon]

So this is my second ever, and little fanfic? Blog? I think you know what I mean- So if it's really crap, don't come at me pls

SN: did this at 1 in the morning so ignore all grammar mistakes -

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Team force 141 + Valeria w/ reader who has lots of pillows on their bed. E.g. six, seven, eight - just A LOT.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost was injured. Very injured. So when you all landed back onto base you rushed into the base with Ghost leaning on your shoulder. You knew that your room was closer to where you both currently were, and that you also had a med kit somewhere in your room.

So, that made you rush in the direction of your room instead of the medbay. Now, ghost was disoriented. So disoriented that he didn't seem to know where he was being lead to. He had only noticed where we was when you had plopped him onto your bed. Right on-top of something squishy.

What he had landed on, was a soft pillow. Multiple pillows. They were quite soft, but there were so many. He would have to use two hands to count the amount of pillows.

When you had found the medkit in the corner of your room. You hurried back to where Ghost was sitting. He was bleeding out on your bed. On your pillows. Your abundance of pillows.

So, of course he had to ask about your mountain of pillows. While you were patching him up, of course. He asked you. "Why do you have so many pillows?" It was so sudden you had to take a moment. "Oh, uh. I just.. like them. They give me comfort and I just like them overall."

He just gave you a look that you couldn't decipher. But, expect to see a couple of pillows at your door every now and then.

John Soap Mactavish:

Soap woke up. In your bed. Yes, in your bed. The reason? He drank too much. Way too much. He was so drunk that you had to drag his body from the bar, all the way to base.

Now, his first thought was. Why is my bed so squishy? Obviously his question was immediately answered when he gained consciousness and opened his eyes. The sunlight was attacking him from behind the thin curtains. Soap tried to stop the attack from the sun, but it was no use.

He was already awake and awoke in a room he doesn't know of. He shot up, a wave of nausea hitting him like how the sun had done not long ago.

"Where the hell am I? What the fuck...." Soap groaned. He didn't drink that much....... Did he?- The door opened, quietly. Moving his attention from the wall to the opening door.

He saw, you. Holding a glass of water and a pill bottle. "Oh, I hope I didn't wake you up." You softly spoke. "You didn't, where are we?" Soap asked curiously.

"My room, you were too drunk to be dragged to your own room." Oh. Well, made sense. He did drink a bit too much.... "Why do you uh.. have so many pillows here?" Picking one up Soap asked.

You replied, snatching a pillow from the bed. "Oh! They bring me joy, I like them. Some as presents form my family and friends, some I just bought that were soft or cute."

"This one's cute." Soap says while picking up a small brown dog. "Oh, you can keep it if you'd like, I have too many. Plus, I don't think anyone gave me it, must've been one that I bought a bit ago."

"Sweet! Thanks!" He was quite happy, even thought he had a throbbing headache. At least his hangover wasn't so bad now that he has a soft and squishy buddy with him.

Captain John Price:

John was checking up on everyone late at night after a mission. As some people were injured severely on the mission. So, when he made it to your room. He noticed that there was light peeling out from underneath your door. You know what happened to that cat about curiousity.

So, John bit the bullet and opened the door quietly. Only to find you on your bed, sprawled out like a starfish. Your hair was everywhere. All over the pillow where you head was resting on, and on your face. You were lightly snoring and you had left your bedside lamp on. With the way you were positioned on the bed, your pillows were bunching up and creating small hills.

You looked like you were having the best sleep of your entire life. Sleeping away without a worry about the world and its problems. But, of course. Not all good things last forever. He had to wake you up. You had to change into your pajamas. Price would never forgive you and himself if you slept in your gear.

So, he shook you awake. Lightly, of course. "Hey, you gotta get up." Your response was just a groan and turning to your side.... Back facing him... Price sighed.

"Hey, wakey wakey. You gotta get changed.." This earned another groan from you and you sitting up. "Why'd you wake me up...." You whined.

"You gotta get changed, and why do you have so many pillows?" Price chuckled seeing as you were slightly cuddling a cute cat pillow. You groaned and yawned. Taking your time to answer his question. "I like pillows, they're cute and comfy. Don't you agree?" Holding up a pillow to his face.

Price chuckled. "Yeah yeah, kid. Time to get changed." You groaned once again.

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

You and gaz decided to have a movie night. In your room. So, when he arrived with the snacks. He laid down on your floor and started watching the movie. Paying no attention to anything else but the movie. It was one of his favorite movies after all.

When the movied had ended, Gaz was very sleepy. So sleepy, that he decided he was going to sleep on your bed. In your room. Even though his room was only 3 rooms over. But, oh well. It's late, you're both tired. Why not? Plus, nothing bad would happen.

Yeah. Nothing bad did happen. Except, something embarrassing did. You didn't have the time to put away all your pillows, since you didn't know that Gaz was going to be sleeping in your room. In your bed. So, when he walked over to your bed. All he saw was pillows. A mountain of pillows. On what should be your bed.

"Hey... Uh... Why are there so many pillows here?" Gaz started. "Oh, uh. Yeah.. that's my uh, collection of pillows." You replied. Nervous on how he would react.

"Oh, cool. Which one is your favourite?" Gaz questioned. "Oh, uh. This one is one of my favourites." You replied, holding up a small dog pillow.

"Cute, but why are there so many?..." You hadn't really noticed about how much you had, but now that you were looking at.. Your bed? "Well.. I admit I have a bit too much, but I like all of them."

How embarrassing.... "I'm too tired to deal with this." Gaz needed his beauty sleep. He'd deal with you and your obsession on the morning. Right now, he just wants to catch some z's.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro looked for you all over base. He was bored and needed something to do. You weren't in the dining hall, nor in the medbay. So, he went to your room in hopes to find you.

When he reached your room, he could hear some humming from inside. Alejandro knocked and could hear a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the door. He opened the door to see you sitting next to your bed and cuddling a pillow while reading a book whilst some music played in the background.

He noticed that, around you. On the bed, and the ground. Was littered with pillows. All different shapes, sizes, colors, etc. How could someone have so many pillows? Jesus Christ. You had an obsession with so many things. He heard you humming along with the song, not even paying attention to who had opened the door and entered the room.

Alejandro decided to break the silence. "Hey. What are you doing?" All you did was look up from your book and respond with a simple sentence. "Reading, why?" Jesus Christ, you looked totally unfased with how many pillows there were.

"Why do you have so many goddamn pillows?" Alejandro asked. Oh.. You hadn't realized that all of your pillows were laid out on the bed and some had fell onto the floor. "Well, I like them. Some of them were gifts from some people, and some that I had just found." You said, as you grabbed another pillow that had fallen to the floor.

Alejandro hesitated for a moment. "Alright.... Well, would you like to hang out with me?" Well, it would be good for you to go out and stretch your legs rather than sitting on the floor and reading by yourself. "Sure, I don't see why not." You replied while getting up and brushing the non-existent dust from your knees.

Valeria Garza:

Valeria was walking by your room when she noticed you lounging about on your bed. You were cuddling a pillow and the rest of your pillows were surrounding you. There was at least ten. They were colorful, and looked soft. What were you even doing with this amount of pillows?

"What the hell? What are you doing?" Valeria said as she leaned on the door frame. "Huh? Me? Oh, I'm just reading, why?" You were confused on why Valeria was asking you.

"Well, you have so many of these pillows here. Why do you have so many? Did you steal these?" Valeria asked. "I like pillows, they bring me joy, and no. I did not steal these. Some of these are gifts that my friends and family gave me." You huffed out.

Well, you had to admit. You did have a bit more than what an average person would have... But, you couldn't throw out any of them! They were apart of you, and you loved every single one of them. You didn't know why Valeria had such a problem with your obsession with pillows. Was she jealous of them or something?

"Are you jealous of the pillows, or something?" To be sure you asked, duh. "No. I would never be jealous of an inanimate object. That's just stupid!" Well, Valeria was a bit too quick to shut that down..... Ah, oh well.

"But, do you like them? A lot?" Ah, she definitely was jealous of them. Well.. Maybe?- "Yes, I do like them. Quite a lot. If you don't like them you can just leave." You huffed out.

So, with that. Valeria left your room. But, expect to see some pillows to appear on your bed when you go out of your room to go shopping or what not. Or expect a knock on your door, and seeing a pillow on the floor when you open the door. Maybe also seeing Valeria speed walk around the corner.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Chapter 10

Note: Bass Player chapter 10! Chapter 9 here! I wasn't planning on uploading this today, but it turned out I just needed to take my meds lmao I'm fine again. This chapter is actually really damn long so I split it up in two parts. here's the smutty part for you gremlinssons.

Warnings: fluff/smut 18+!!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Your famous boyfriend wanted you to quit your job.

wordcount: 4k

Masterlist

'What kind of video?'

It's been a few days since you picked up Sihtric from the airport and, as much as Sihtric's punishment was a struggle for you too, you had refrained from any sexual activity that first day. Sihtric had begged you for hours on end that night, looking painfully pretty while doing so, but you kept your foot down and eventually just cuddled up in bed, where he told you about his trip abroad and the impulsive decision to get his nipples pierced.

Despite your life with Sihtric always feeling like a dream, the reality was that you had to go to work again. You didn't have to tell Sihtric how much you dreaded going there, as it was simply horrible, and more than once Sihtric had told you to quit your job. But it just wasn't that easy. 

'Just quit, love,' Sihtric said while he had his coffee in the morning. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, shirtless and his hair tied into a bun while wearing his comfy sweatpants, 'It's clearly dragging you down. I'm over it.'

You stared at him from across the kitchen. 'I know,' you said softly, 'it's just not that easy.'

'Baby, you can't keep going there,' he suddenly raised his voice slightly, 'I don't want you to go there!'

You were taken aback at the sudden small outburst of your usually calm and collected boyfriend.

'I… I just don't want you to go there anymore,' Sihtric said, calmly again, as he walked over to you, 'your job is draining you, love. And it breaks my fucking heart to see you come home to me after work each time, completely empty.'

'But I have bills, Siht…'

'You do,' he agreed, 'but there are other ways to earn money than keeping that shitty job, and you know it, babe. You know I can help you. You know you can quit and come travel with me.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed and shook your head lightly, 'I… I can't just do that.'

'But why not?' he asked, 'don't you want to be with me? Travel with me?'

'You know I do,' you said, 'it's just not that simple. Do you have any idea how scary it is to become completely dependent on someone else and relying on them to take care of you?'

'But I will take care of you-'

'I know you will,' you hushed him, 'I don't doubt that. But that doesn't mean it's not scary. I won't have any money of my own when my savings run out, and they will run out fast,' you stressed, 'I won't have a job while I still have bills to pay. My apartment, my insurance, a phone bill… I know you said you'd gladly pay for all that, but I don't want that, it's not that easy-'

'Then come work for me.'

You stared up at Sihtric, confused.

'Work for you? What do you mean?'

'I don't know, like… keep check of my finances or something like that?'

'Doesn't your manager do that? Ragnar?'

'He just takes care of what we earn,' Sihtric shrugged, 'not what we spend.'

'Sihtric, I don't know-'

'Oh!' he suddenly lit up, 'why don't you become part of our merch team?'

'Your merch team?'

'Yeah, like selling our stuff on tour at the shows.'

'Eh,' you chuckled, not actually hating the idea, 'I mean… are you guys even hiring?'

'Well, I know that any help is welcome as the shows keep getting bigger.'

'I… oh, I don't know,' you sighed, 'sure, it sounds great, and like a dream… but you need to discuss this with the guys first. And I need some reassurance too, like what if we break up?'

'Baby, we won't,' Sihtric chuckled and cupped your cheeks.

'Well, then what if the band breaks up?'

'We won't,' he said convincingly, 'just trust me. We'll figure this out, okay? I'll talk to the guys and to Ragnar and I'll fix something up, I promise. I'll get it on paper. We can set up a contract together, we'll work it out.'

'I don't know…'

'Lady, I'm tired of seeing you go to work when you clearly don't want to go there,' he said, 'and I'm tired of seeing you come home looking more drained with each passing day… you hate it there, we both know it. Let me help you get away from that.'

You thought about it for a moment and then looked at the time.

'Fuck,' you gasped and ran to get dressed, 'I really have to leave for work. We'll talk about this later, okay?'

'Just quit,' Sihtric said as you ran towards him, and you nearly tripped while putting on your shoes. 

'I'll think about it, I promise,' you told Sihtric before you kissed his cheek, and left for another day of work.

When you came home to Sihtric's place after another shitty day of work, you felt slightly better at the fact that Sihtric had prepared dinner. You ranted about work while Sihtric listened as he ate, ignoring the news you both received earlier for now, and you took a quick shower while Sihtric loaded the dishwasher.

After the shower you grabbed your bag with nail polish, and a gift bag you bought earlier that day, and then joined Sihtric in his huge living room. You sat down on his ridiculously large couch while he was packing his suitcase. 

He had only been back home for a few days, and neither of you had expected him to leave again the next day, but right after you had left for work that morning, Sihtric got a call from Ragnar. Seven Kings was invited to play on a famous late night show in America. It was rather last minute, which meant the guys had to take a plane the next morning and, as the band was simply your boyfriend's job, you understood this was a big deal which they didn't turn down. The news had initially made you even more upset at work, but you were supportive about it once you came to terms with it. And to cheer Sihtric up a little too, who had nearly cried when he called you during your lunch break, you told him you had something for him. Sihtric eagerly waited for you to hand him the gift bag and, when he pulled out the Hello Kitty plushie you bought him, he gasped and then smiled. Sihtric chuckled as he held the adorable plushie in his hands, then pressed it against his face.

'It smells like you,' he smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

'I sprayed it with some of my perfume, yes,' you laughed, 'I know it's cheesy.'

'Well, I love it,' he said and sniffed the plushie again, 'I'll take her with me anywhere I go. Thank you, love.'

Sihtric pecked your lips several times and, after he had finally packed his last bag with guitar gear, he watched you lovingly as you carefully painted your nails while you sat next to him. Sihtric loved observing you when you were doing something that demanded your full attention. His mismatched eyes would scan every inch of your face and take in every expression, remembering every detail with ease once he'd closed his eyes.

'Can I paint your nails?' you asked with a grin after your own nails had dried.

'You want to paint my nails?' Sihtric chuckled.

You nodded with a smile and hopeful eyes.

'Yeah, sure,' he shrugged and turned to fully face you.

Sihtric placed his big, warm hands in your lap and you asked him what colour he wanted.

'Pink,' he smiled, 'and black. To match that Hello Kitty choker you gave me.'

'Two colours?' you frowned, 'okay, baby boy,' you taunted.

Sihtric inhaled sharply and stared at you with a raised eyebrow.

'Sorry,' you grinned, 'my baby boy.'

'That's better,' he laughed and shook his head before he leaned in to peck your lips, 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too,' you smiled.

'I love you more.'

'If that's what you want to believe, sweetheart,' you chuckled and took his hand in yours.

Sihtric still made you nervous, and it showed. You tried your best to control your slightly trembling hands while you painted his nails. It didn't help that Sihtric kept staring at you the entire time, and he'd softly hum out of nowhere sometimes while a smile tugged at his lips.

'So have you thought about it?' Sihtric asked after a long moment of silence, 'about quitting your job?'

'I have thought about it,' you said while you continued to paint his nails.

Sihtric stared at you as he waited for an answer, but you didn't continue.

'And…?' he asked, impatiently.

'I just don't know, Sihtric,' you sighed and looked up at him, 'yes, I want to quit my job and, yes, it all sounds amazing to work for you, or with you, whatever we'd call it. And it sounds great to travel with you but… it just scares me.'

'I know,' Sihtric said sweetly and leaned in, 'I know it's scary, love. I understand. I spoke about it with the guys today and they're all fine with it, as long as we keep work and private separated when we're around them, you know?'

'Naturally,' you said and brought your attention back to his nails.

'Ragnar has already made a rough draft of a contract, I'll email it to you so you can go over it when you want to. You can suggest changes too and all that,' Sihtric said, 'I promise you're going to be fine. You will get a good pay. I made sure you will have your own income which will cover everything you need to be completely independent. But know that I'm always here too, if you ever need something.'

You quietly finished painting his nails, one hand only black and the other only pink. You softly blew his nails to speed up the drying process and closed the bottles. Sihtric watched you closely and in silence while you put everything back in your bag, and then you exhaled sharply and sat back.

'Should I do it?' you eventually asked and looked up at Sihtric, 'quit my job?'

'You know my answer, love. You know what I want. I want you with me, wherever I go. I need you with me,' he said, 'but in the end it's up to you. Only you can decide if you want this. And regardless of your choice, I still want to be with you. It would just be easier for us if you'd work for the band. And…'

'And what?' you asked when he didn't finish his sentence.

'And… I… it's just… this whole keeping you a secret thing is starting to stress me out. It's making me insecure,' he confessed.

'You know you don't have to keep me a secret,' you said, 'I thought we were on the same page about this. I just needed some time to adjust to this, that's all. My life is so different from yours, sweetheart. And it's just a bit scary. You're away from home a lot, while I never travel at all. You're famous, I'm just… a regular person,' you chuckled, 'I want everyone to know you're mine too, and I thought we already made progress at the airport.'

'I know,' Sihtric said, 'we did. And I don't blame you for being scared of this either. But… remember what we talked about when I was abroad?'

'Yeah,' you said, remembering you agreed to start posting more of each other on your socials once he'd get back home, it just hadn't happened yet, 'I'm still fine with that.'

'So you're okay if I'd post a photo or video of us together, or just of you?'

'Yeah,' you smiled shyly, 'of course.'

'Okay,' he smiled, 'then I will soon. But, as for tonight,' he cleared his throat as he looked at his painted nails, 'so… since you can't travel with me tomorrow, which fucking sucks, I kinda hoped that maybe, you know, you'd… you,' he hesitated, 'would you want to, you know, make a v-video?'

'A video?' you frowned.

'Yeah.'

'What kind of video?'

'You know,' Sihtric chuckled awkwardly, 'one I could, you know… look at when I… you know.'

You gave him a confused look, but then it suddenly dawned on you.

'You mean a sex tape?' you blurted out.

'Well- I, I…' he stammered, 'I- I guess s-something like that.'

'Oh,' you chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, 'eh… I… I've never done that before.'

'Neither have I,' Sihtric blushed, 'but it… I'd… I'd like it,' he said, shyly, 'I mean pictures are nice but… it's not the same.''

'That's true,' you agreed, 'but… h-how would we do this?'

'I don't know,' he shrugged, 'I was thinking I could just film with my phone?'

You slowly nodded your head as you thought about it. You had to admit you wouldn't mind having a video like that for yourself, as being away from each other was truly not that easy. And now that another sudden departure had taken you both by surprise, meaning he'd be gone for almost a whole week again, you both already knew you'd be intimate that same night. So you'd put the opportunity to use.

The next morning you woke up to several texts and instagram notifications, which seemed to have become normal when Sihtric left early in the morning to travel. However, you did not expect Gisela's message.

Gisela: you did NOT make a sex video!?

Your eyes grew wide and cheeks heated up when you read your best friend's text, and you quickly opened Sihtric's text. You smiled at the photo he texted of the Hello Kitty plushie on the plane, which you had given him the evening before.

Sihtric: she's keeping me safe ;) love you sweetheart. Talk soon xxxxx

Sihtric: oh here's the video. I won't tell you how many times I've watched it already :)

Sihtric's text with the video was private, so you weren't sure what Gisela was on about, until you opened instagram. You first saw your boyfriend's story, which was a classic airport selfie before boarding a plane. And he looked insanely handsome as per usual. He was wearing a black beanie and black shades, to hide his tired eyes from being up almost all night with you. He smiled cheekily at the camera, and peeking out from underneath his black hoodie was again a hickey you had given him the night before. You giggled at the photo and took a screenshot of it, then you clicked on his page and saw why Gisela had texted you. You stared with your jaw dropped at the video Sihtric had posted on his feed about an hour ago, which had almost one million likes by the time you saw it.

The video showed Sihtric sitting on the floor, shirtless and with his hair braided, leaning back against his bed in front of his bedroom mirror. Then you appeared, but only your legs and buttocks were visible, while wearing a thong as you towered over him. You collared and leashed him, then took his chin to make him look up at you, and Sihtric smiled as he bit down on his lip while gazing up into your eyes.

'Are you a good boy?' your silky voice was heard off screen.

'Yes, my lady,' your submissive pet smiled.

You tugged his leash, to which Sihtric let out a soft moan as he perked up, and then the video cut off and started over from the beginning.

You felt yourself sweating and your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn't believe Sihtric had shared that. You weren't mad, he had been careful to not show anything that would give away it's you in the video, unless people knew what your ass looked like and of course there was your voice, but you had spoken so softly you weren't worried about that. Obviously Gisela knew it was you, because you were dating the bass player, otherwise it could've been anyone to her.

You scrolled down to the comment section and saw everyone was losing their mind. Thousands of heart eye and sweaty face emojis were commented, as well as various comments like:

'yes daddy!!!!' 

'step on me'

'full video when?!'

And the classic:

'who is the girl????????' 

That last comment was the only comment Sihtric had replied to before his plane took off, and his reply simply said: 'my girl.'

Your head was spinning and you giggled, but then you realised you hadn't even seen the video Sihtric had sent you which was recorded last night. You swiped back to your texts and opened the video. Sihtric had posted the very first minute of the video and what happened after was surely not suitable to post anywhere, ever. You watched the footage with flushed cheeks as you bit down on your lip, while you felt yourself getting aroused all over again.

You pulled Sihtric on the bed by his leash after he had put his phone on his night stand, capturing you both fully. You then pushed Sihtric to lay down on the bed and climbed on top of him. His big hands slowly caressed your thighs as you grinded against his hard arousal.

'Use me,' Sihtric murmured with a smile as you teased him.

You watched how you tugged his leash, pulling him up towards you to kiss, bite and suck his lips, all to which Sihtric moaned and whined softly.

Then you chuckled and pushed him back down, pinning his arms above his head for a moment and dragged your tongue up over his Adam's apple.

'Just fucking use me,' he murmured again, 'please.'

'Tell me what you want,' you smiled and kissed down his neck, to his broad shoulders.

Sihtric struggled to answer, so you asked him again as you continued to kiss your way down his muscular body. Your boyfriend couldn't think straight anymore, and again an answer never came from his lips. So you moved back up to him, yanked his leash and grabbed his chin as he sat slightly up.

'Speak, baby,' you husked, 'use your words for me, my kitten, tell me what you want.'

Sihtric's breathing intensified and he squeezed your thighs as you sat on top of him, grinding down on him once more while he struggled to control himself.

'Y-you,' he breathed, 'I want you t-to suck me.'

'Good boy,' you chuckled and flicked your tongue against his lips. 

You slowly kissed your way down again, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his warm skin, before you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. You ordered Sihtric to sit on the edge of the bed, and you playfully moved down to your knees on the floor, in front of him, while he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes. You worked his length with your hands as you looked up into his eyes, and you licked your lips seductively. Then you kissed and left bite marks on his hips and inner thighs, and you slowly ran your tongue up his cock. You chuckled as you teased his tip with your tongue, feeling him twitch desperately while Sihtric tried his hardest not to moan. And because of that, you yanked his leash again.

'I want to hear you,' you said sternly, 'let me hear those pretty sounds you make for me, my kitten.'

Sihtric let out a deep, desperate moan as you took him in your mouth, and you edged him several times in the following few minutes of the recording, which turned your strong and confident boyfriend into a begging mess for you.

'Fuck, please,' he whined and his hands gripped the bedsheets, 'please let me fucking cum, love, please,' he begged, 'you're driving me fucking insane.'

'No,' you chuckled and continued to tease him with your tongue while you locked eyes.

'Gods, please,' Sihtric begged again, and hid his face behind his hands as he struggled to keep it together.

You decided to give him a break and kissed your way back up his body again, leaving several hickeys on his muscular chest and a few on his shoulders and neck.

You continued the video with reddened cheeks, and felt dizzy with lust when you watched how you ordered your collared and leashed bass player to mandhandle you, and to fuck you roughly in various positions until you came. And Sihtric did all that and more, as the good submissive he is for you. 

'Ah, fuck,' you moaned when Sihtric overpowered you and fucked into you, hard.

He took you from behind, keeping you pinned down on your stomach as he fucked you into the mattress, all while you still were in charge as you held his leash. You occasionally gave it a tug as you commanded him to go harder or when you wanted him to pull your hair.

'You dirty boy,' you giggled when you heard Sihtric's soft chuckle in your ear after you pulled him down by his leash, wanting to feel his body against yours as he continued to pound into you, 'my dirty boy,' you smiled, 'you better fuck me good right now or you won't get anything when you come back home again,' you teased.

And that was all it took to rile Sihtric up, and he dug his fingers in your hips to take you even faster and deeper. Sihtric moaned hard and heavy, as he had no problem taking control and going rough on you, but he would only do so if you ordered him to. And the one time he acted up earlier during the recording, by playfully ignoring one of your commands, you slapped his cheek just the way he liked it. But you were always careful to not bruise his pretty face, even when he begged you to slap him harder and harder while he disobeyed.

'Ah, god, don't fucking stop or I swear I will punish you!' you moaned just when he hit the right spot, 'don't you fucking stop, baby boy, not until I finish and not until you fill me up entirely. Fucking cum in me!' you cried out.

'Fuck!' Sihtric growled and stilled inside you right after you came, 'ah, fuck, lady,' he moaned, 'hm,' he then chuckled, 'my only purpose is to cum inside you when you tell me to.'

'That's right,' you giggled, 'such a good boy for me,' you said, just before he pulled out.

The video ended with you and Sihtric kissing each other all over, while you were both out of breath and coming down from your highs. Not much later you took off his collar, and Sihtric immediately wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over underneath him again, taking control on his own now that his "playtime" was over. He nuzzled your nose, kissed your lips and then buried his face in your neck while he had you trapped with his body. And you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and giggled while he peppered your neck and face with kisses.

'I love you,' he then whispered.

'I love you too,' you smiled and caressed his recently slapped cheek, on which you pressed a soft kiss, 'sorry for slapping you, baby.'

'Don't be sorry, doll, I loved it,' Sihtric murmured and stole a few more kisses, 'I love it when you use me.'

Then he sat up and grabbed his phone off his nightstand, and filmed you as you laid naked underneath him, and you remembered he smiled as he looked at you.

'I'm going to marry you one day,' you heard Sihtric say as you watched yourself stare up at him while he had filmed you.

'I can't wait,' you smiled.

And then the video ended.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

The best Birthday Gift part 3

Steve Rogers X Reader.

Warnings: None.

Time skip: five hours.

The surgeon walks out. "Are you Steve Rogers?" Steve stands up. "yes I am"

The man nods. "She's in room three but she'll be asleep for a few more hours, she was hit badly"

"Was this a accident or not?" The doctor shakes his head. "unsure right now" He walks away and Steve is left there. He walks into your room and gasps seeing you hooked up to ivs.

Steve sits by you. "God y/n why did this happen to you?" he kisses your hand. "i'm right here i'm not leaving you"

you woke up to steve's light snoring. You smiled at him then hiss at the pain your head was in. Steve jumps. "where, who!?' He looks around the room.

His eyes meet yours and you frown. "Sorry" He smiles. "Oh God your ok" he lightly kisses your lips making you pull away. He frowns. "I'm sorry about what I said....I'm sorry I fucked up i'm sorry I-"

You place your hands on his beard. "Steve hey hey it's ok, Breathe! It's ok..i'm not mad at you... i just thought it'd be not just a one time thing.."

Steve smiles. "if you want it to keep this whole um..friends with benefits I think it's called, then i'm good with that"

You smile. "Well I mean..I could be more then that Steve but i'm ok with it" He kisses your lips softly then leaning his forehead on yours. "God I was worried about you"

You look into his blue eyes and say. "sorry I wasn't trying to get hit" Steve pulls away slightly. "I know it's okay just glad your ok"

You nod. "I just..we fought after we...well you know, so I was mad about what you said...."

Steve nods. "I know I'm sorry doll I promise I take back everything I said about you and I doing that...I loved it"

You blink looking at Steve. "What will the team say? Oh God Steve we can't date...if we are on a mission it'll be a-" Steve says. "Hey hey shh I get it we won't let it get to be a distraction ok? we don't have to rush this"

You nod. "okay I hope your right" Steve Kisses your head standing up and says. "get some sleep i'll be here still" You yawn softly. "I'm not tired Captain"

Steve chuckles. "that's an order Y/n"

You smile. "yes sir" he kisses your head once more and your eyes flutter shut and soon you were asleep, the pain meds knocked you out cold.

Tony arrives at your room an hour later and Steve sees him and stands up saying softly to tony. "We'll talk out in the hall"

Steve shuts the door to your room and Tony says. "What's going on?"

"She wants to be back on missions when she's better but...I'm worried of her overdoing it..."

Tony leans on the wall. "Your call Cap." Steve sighs. "she and I think about dating but she's worried about it being a distraction on missions..I just don't know what else to say for it."

Tony says. "Do you love her?" Steve's gaze meet's Tony's. "the last person I was in love with died! I.." Steve hangs his head. "i'm scared to fall in love with her...what if I lose her to?"

Tony nods. "Tell her that then." Steve looks at Tony. "I can't bring myself too.."

Nat says. "She comes home in two days Steve....tell her then" Steve nods. "I'll think about it.."

A/n:Will Steve tell y/n how he is scared of falling In love?? Oh my gosh this suspense! 😱

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[bellysoupset]

"I just think he could've given us a heads up, like-"

"Three months advance as if he's your fucking employee?" Vince snapped without thinking, causing Lucas' to shut up, his mouth hanging open.

"I-... What? That's not what I-"

"Leave Jon the fuck alone, Luke. You always knew he would drop out, I mean the guy is med school," Vince grumbled, rubbing his temples. He was in a shitty mood and Lucas' non-stop ranting for the past forty minutes was not helping in the least.

"I know..." Lucas' voice had considerably dropped, "I just don't think it's fair-"

"Drop it, porcamiseria," Vince groaned, "you're like a dog with a bone, just fucking drop it!" he looked at his best friend just in time to see Lucas blink owlishly at him, shocked and hurt.

"Dropping it..." He mumbled, brows furrowed, green eyes with a weird glint on them that made Vince want to apologize. He hated fighting, he was not a very combative person, but Lucas sure knew how to be relentless when he wanted to complain.

There was a beat of tense silence, a staring contest, one that Vince broke by looking away and staring back at his laptop. He was trying to finish his essay before the next class, trying being the keyword- Suddenly there was a loud growl, his belly rumbling and gnawing at itself.

"Was that your stomach...?" Lucas whispered, sounding surprised, but also unsure if they were on speaking terms again. Vince shrugged.

"I skipped lunch to work on this stupid essay."

"Oh... No wonder you're acting like-"

"Like?" He raised an eyebrow and Lucas' mouth snapped shut. He opened a little smirk.

"Like such a bitch."

"Fuck you, Luke," Vince scoffed, shoving him and not lightly, because Lucas managed to tip and fall from his chair. Across the study hall, the librarian glared at them.

Lucas rolled his eyes, straightening his chair and sitting back down, "I'm gonna order us lunch."

"Didn't you already eat?" Vince pointed out, but it was half hearted. Lunch did sound amazing, especially if he wasn't going to be the one paying for it.

"I could eat again, my lunch was small."

"Yeah, alright - Remember, no milk," Vince sighed, turning once more to his laptop.

"I know," Lucas retorted, sounding offended.

One hour later and Vince resumed his essay just in time, the noise of Lucas scrapping the bottom of his container the only other noise in the study hall. Right on time for the last class of the day.

Ethics.

"I'm surprised you finished your essay before me," Vince pointed out, getting up and grabbing his laptop bag, Lucas walking side by side with him.

"Bella has three exams back to back this week, so she's not in the apartment because she said I am distracting," Lucas scoffed and Vince couldn't help but smile. That explained why Lucas was being particularly mean that week.

"Distracting is a nice way to call you extremely annoying."

"Hardy fucking har," his friend glared at him and they reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the fourth floor.

Vince eyed them uneasily. The shrimp pasta they had just shared was sitting like a ball of concrete in his gut, "where's the elevator...?"

"Please," Lucas scoffed, poking his side, "get moving, we'll be late."

"Elevator-"

"Move!" His friend chuckled, planting a hand in the middle of his back and shoving him forward, like a horse that gotten stuck, and Vince couldn't do anything but move.

It was a bad idea.

By the time they reached the fourth floor, Vince couldn't help but regret eating. It hadn't been a huge portion, nothing that would normally bother him, but it felt like too much.

He pressed a fist to his lips, muffling a burp and Lucas thumped his back, walking past him, "c'mon, we'll be late."

Ethics was a shared class with many majors, so the room was packed. Vince pushed through the philosophy kids up at front, sitting down next to Luke and groaning, "you did order with soy milk, didn't you?"

Lucas' made a concerned face, "yeah, why?"

"Uhm," Vince sighed, not bothering to elaborate. He was sure that his friend could tell about the bellyache that was starting to plague him, there was no need for him to go on details. He planted an elbow on the desk and rested his forehead on his hand, the other one surreptitiously coming to rest on his stomach, shame be damned.

From the corner of his eye he could see Lucas watching him fiercely.

"Good evening everyone," the teacher walked in the room and the lights were dimmed as he started the projector. Vince winced, the dull bellyache quickly transforming into a throbbing pain.

It didn't feel like he had just eaten too much, not at all. A cramp squeezed through his stomach as if it was on fire and he muffled another belch, letting it out slowly.

His gut let out a gurgle, a string of bubbles and his cheeks burned as the girl who was sitting to his left raised her eyebrows. Lucas had heard it too, because he moved on his seat, hitting Vince's knee with his own.

"Dude?"

"Are you sure about the pasta?" Vince groaned, sweat start to cling to his upper lip. His belly squeezed again, another cramp making him twitch on his seat, while the teacher continued to go on and on.

"Yeah, of course-" Lucas fished out his phone, going through the app, "here, look."

The screen brightness felt like too much and Vince wiped a hand anxiously down his face, squinting at the phone. Indeed the box "lactose free" was ticked in one of Lucas' order. Except the pasta ticked was "penne".

"Luke," Vince all but whined, digging his fingers into his belly. He felt a gurgle move right under his hand, move south no less. He breathed in deeply, "I had the linguini. You had the penne."

"You're joking," Lucas' scoffed, pulling his hand back to look at the phone, but then immediately his face got clouded by guilt, "aw, Vin-"

"Yeah," Vince swallowed in another burp, this one tasting a horrid lot like the offending creamy pasta, "Yeah, I need to go home."

"I'll take you," Lucas offered quickly, not waiting for a response and already jumping up, grabbing his and Vince's bag. Vince squeezed his eyes shut as another cramp hit him and remained sat, his belly let out another gross string of noises.

It felt like lava was flooding his gut, in all directions.

"Vin, c'mon," Lucas grabbed his arm, ushering him up, "c'mon."

"I should kill you," Vince groaned, turning his head as Luke carefully maneuvered them between the rows of desks and towards the backdoor of the lecture classroom. He had never been so glad that college didn't require hall passes in his life.

"I know, I know," Lucas sighed, still pushing him, "can you-"

He was interrupted by Vince's stomach growling loudly and his friend pitching forward, a hand pressed to his lips as he fought a gag. Lucas let out a yelp, "yeah, I don't think you can make it."

"It hurts," Vince groaned, both hands planted on his knees, bent in half in the middle of the hallway, "it fucking hurts, Luke."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Lucas whispered, sounding more and more frantic, "lean on me, alright...?"

"Been here before," Vince mumbled, muffling a burp against Lucas' and allowing him to hold most his weight. It wasn't that Vince couldn't handle himself, but it sure was hitting him like a truck, all of it. The nausea was making him feel sluggish and the cramps made his eyes water, "you know, last time you fucking poisoned me."

"I'm sorry," Lucas whined, any humor wasted on him, seeing how guilty he was feeling.

They managed to make it all the way out of the building, but not out of campus, before a familiar voice interrupted their path, "Vince?"

"Kill me," Vince whispered, "Lucas kill me now."

"Vin?" Wendy repeated, telling her friends to go ahead without her and then approaching the two men, "Lucas? What the- What's wrong?"

"Hi beautiful," He forced a smile through the humiliation and growing queasiness, "do you come here often?"

Lucas let out a snort, while Wendy glared at him, unimpressed. She looked up to his friend, seeing as Vince clearly wasn't planning to answer her, "Well?"

"He just ate something bad, I'm taking him home," Lucas said all smooth, while Vince rolled his eyes.

"He poisoned me, Wen," he groaned, digging a hand on his stomach and regretting it immediately when the pressure made the mess in his belly move up, "you might wanna step out of the way."

"What did he eat?" Wendy completely ignored him, instead moving forward, so she could wrap her arm around his back and help Lucas support him. Vince bit down a groan, he could stand on his own, there was no need for the double combo of humiliation.

"Shrimp pasta," Lucas sufficed, cause Vince to let out a moan.

"Can we talk and move?"

"He's allergic to shrimp?" Wendy asked over his head, while they continued to move towards the parking lot.

"No- You didn't tell her?!" Lucas scoffed, poking his shoulder and Vince groaned once more, burping wetly. It brought up a couple chunks and he swallowed them back down valiantly.

"I'm gon'be sick," he slurred, the entire conversation be damned.

"Tell me what?"

Vince's legs stopped moving and he nearly caused both Lucas and Wen to fall as he stopped suddenly. He felt lightheaded with the cramping and his heart was thumping in his chest. He gagged and this time the overwhelming sweet taste took him out. With one loud heave, he painted the patch of sidewalk with chunky salmon colored vomit.

Wendy scrambled back to avoid her sneakers getting covered in puke, since considering since she was shorter than Lucas, Vince was leaning considerably in her direction.

"I got you, I got you-" Lucas mumbled, pulling him closer to his side, while Wendy moved forward once more, rubbing a hand up and down his spine. Vince shuddered, trying to focus on the soothing movement and not in the churning inside his gut. He burped again, squeezing his stomach.

"Hurts," he groaned, feeling sweat run down his back, "it's cramping like hell."

"We have to get you in a bathroom," Wendy wasn't talking to him, as much as she was talking to Lucas, "help me."

Vince was glad for their proactiveness, because he didn't feel like he could think or move through the cramping and churning. He was lightheaded and still gagging, the taste of milk was overwhelming now that he was aware it was in the recipe.

His stomach gurgled, loudly, and Vince tried to stop once more, the queasiness threatening to send up yet another stream of vomit, but Lucas and Wendy kept pushing him.

"Guys, stop, stop," Vince mumbled. He wanted to sit down, he felt really fucking dizzy, "I can't-"

"I'm sorry, honey, but you'll be grateful later," Wendy told him and then they burst into the humanities building's first floor bathroom. It wasn't empty, one guy who was pissing let out a shout as he clocked in Wendy with the other two, but no one paid him any mind.

Vince let out a groan, "yeah, okay- You have to get out."

"What?" Wendy scoffed, looking at him, then Lucas, then back at him, "no way-"

"Cazzo, Wendy, out!" Vince snapped, fighting the urge to shit all over his pants. He muffled another gag, "you too Lucas, give me some fucking privacy-"

"Since when do you care-"

"OUT!"

In a frankly hilarious display, both Lucas and Wendy pouted and turned around at the same time, barging outside of the bathroom. Vince squeezed the sink to keep himself up, knuckles white with the amount of pain he was in.

He barely managed to undo his jeans on time, slamming the stall door behind him.

Sitting down, braced against his stomach as his bowels seized and emptied out, he gagged again. His head felt horribly heavy and he prayed he wouldn't just collapse, ass up. Death would be better.

Once his gut was finally done emptying out, Vince was shaking, covered in cold sweat. The cramps hadn't eased up one bit despite the runs and the nausea sure as hell was still just as present. He took a pathetic amount of time to clean and pull himself up.

It still felt like he was going to puke, but even though he spent good five more minutes bent over the sink, bringing up disgusting burps, nothing else came up. It just seemed to be all sitting in his throat, queasiness making him dizzy.

He stumbled out of the bathroom, only to find his girlfriend standing directly across the door, leaning on the wall, Lucas sitting on the ground next to her and scrolling through his phone, his head resting on her knee.

"Aw, you're cute," Vince forced a smile, even though he felt faint and a little close to tears. He hated his lactose intolerance, being sick with it was always worse than any other illness. Puking and shitting he could take, but the cramps? They messed with him.

"Hey," Lucas smiled back, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," He waved him away, while Wendy's eyes sparkled with suspicion and annoyance, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He wasn't sure if she was pissed at him or not and Vince wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone's emotions but his own. He didn't wait for Wendy to take his apology, instead looking at Lucas, knowing his best friend would at least get him immediately, "you're still gonna give me a ride?"

"Yeah, of course, are you good to walk?"

"Yes," Vince said, although he wasn't quite sure, with how fuzzy his head was feeling. He just really wanted to be in his own bed, with his own bathroom. Preferably without his girlfriend looking at him like he had killed her dog.

"If you're fine then I have to go, I have a lecture," Wendy said, voice razor sharp. She crossed the path between them, got on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek that might as well have been a slap and then barged away.

Lucas raised his eyebrows, "honeymoon phase over?"

"Guess so," Vince swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling even sicker, "can we go?"

"You really should've told her you're lactose intolerant, Vin," Lucas said, tagging along, his hands all but hovering, ready to catch him, "I bet you she just feels left out."

"You mean jealous," Vince corrected, breathing in deeply as they made their way out of the building. He shuddered once more as yet another set of cramps wrecked through him, "I feel like shit."

"I am-"

"Sorry, I know," Vin rubbed a hand over his face and sighed in relief as he finally caught sight of Lucas' car, "just drive me home and I'll call it even."

"You're a softy," Lucas scoffed, sounding even more guilty than before, and then unlocked the car, "do you need-"

"Luke," Vince slammed the door shut, squirming to get comfortable, "stop talking, my head hurts."

"Christ," Lucas mumbled under his breath, but he said nothing else, for which Vince was thankful. It was taking all of his energy to keep swallowing the saliva that kept pooling in his mouth.

He undid his jeans buttons, shamelessly, and then sneaked a hand under his long sleeved shirt. His gut was still gurgling and so bloated that unbuttoning his jeans had offered little to no relief.

He burped against, pressing his forehead to the window and letting out a moan. His stomach was churning once more, milk sloshing inside of him, or at least it felt like it.

"Vince," Lucas called, his voice sounding far away.

He lowered the window despite it being the end of the year and already pretty chilly. The cold wind helped with the nausea, but just for a second.

Another small, wet burp, turned frothy at the end. Vince groaned out loud and braced against the window, hanging his head out. Behind him he heard Lucas' curse and then a hand tugging at his shirt-

The collar of the shirt, thanks to Luke pulling on it, hit his throat just as he gagged and it was enough to finish him off. With another burp the remaining of his lunch rushed up and out of his mouth, covering the outside of the door.

It was gross, fucking disgusting, Vince thought, gagging again and bringing up a watery stream of vomit. He panted, letting out a choked out sob and resting his forehead to the inside of the door.

"We're almost there, just breathe..." Lucas was cooing and Vince let out a huff, trying to get himself in check because his best friend sounded downright panicked. Suddenly he wished it was Wendy, not Lucas with him.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, you're fine," Luke repeated, rubbing his arm, "you done?"

"Think so," Vince curled up against himself, hugging his belly. It was still gurgling nonstop, so he doubted he was actually done. Still, he felt empty. Empty and wrung out.

Lucas parked outside of his building and it took Vince a second to realize he was finally home. Or as home as the dorms could be, he thought bitterly.

"Don't try to-"

"I'm fine," Vince repeated, opening the door and ignoring Lucas' request for him to stay put. He regretted it, the second he was standing, he realized he wasn't gonna be standing for very long. His lower belly cramped, empty and sore, and his head felt heavy.

"Wowow, hey," Lucas caught him by the arm, "alright?"

"Aw fuck," Vince groaned instead of answering him, glaring at the passenger door now closed in front of him, "your car..."

"It's fine, I don't give a shit," his friend held him a little more tightly, "I'm gonna help you inside."

"I'm alright, you don't have to," Vince shoved his shoulder weakly, "really man, I'm an adult and this is just some bad food-"

"Vince," Lucas glared at him, "I'm helping you inside." No room for argument.

"You're the mother of all mother hens," Vin grumbled, pressing his clammy hand to his belly. It churned uneasily, his intestines planning another painful riot, "get moving then-" he burped queasily, "faster."

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 1

After college, I head over to my work place, Lea's home. Lea and I have been close friends since college began, and when she found out about my financial situation, she offered a job as a maid at her house. Of course, I accepted. I really needed the money, but that wasn't the only reason.

Stepping off the bus, I walk to her house, get buzzed in, and change into my work uniform, a regular maid outfit, a relatively tight fitting one at that, but no worries.

I get started in the usual routine, working my way from bottom to top, saving the best for the last: Lea's room. It's getting pretty late, but I am in no hurry. As I near her room, I hear a noise coming from within and lightly rap against the door. The sound immediately stops, and Lea open her door, looking tussled and out of breath. Hot. She looks at me worried, and clutches her chest.

"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I ask, trying my best not to sound even the slightest bit turned on.

She looks around the corridor before pulling me inside her room and locking her door. Slightly panting, she says "My chest hurts, I'm not sure what that means but this isn't the first time this has happened! I don't know what to do, do I go to the doctor? You're a med student, could you take a look?"

Is today my lucky day? The situation I've dreamed about and fantasized forever is finally presenting itself to me, but what if it's too good to be true? Do I put my desires first or do I do my duty as a med student and look at this professionally?

What am I even thinking, duty first.

"Calm down, there's no need to get all flustered, I'll palpate around your chest, tell me if it hurts, ok?"

She nods, looking at me with her eager eyes.

I place my hand on her chest, doing my best to not react to the strong heartbeat I can feel with little effort. My hand rises in pulses, hitting her sternum strongly.

"No pain?" She nods, with her face slowly changing expressions.

"I can't feel your heartbeat properly (I lied), do you mind taking off your shirt-" and before I can finish my sentence, her shirt comes off in one swift motion. Her pretty pink lace bra comes into full view, perspiration slowly dripping off her chest, and I momentarily freeze, entranced by the view. She's breathing with a little more difficulty, but the most noticeable feature is her heart. It's so visible, I can see her breast quiver with every strong beat.

How I wish I could hold that beautiful organ, to feel it pump against my hand.

She looks at me, and clasps my hand, guiding it gently towards her chest, and places it firmly there. I close my eyes, my desires completely taking over my senses, wishing this moment would last forever. Her heart pushes against my hand with everything in its power, and I am completely under its control.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember my "duty" and do my best to coherently put together a sentence. "Your heart feels strong, and I can't feel any thrills or skips. I wish I had my stethoscope to hear more accurately though."

She looks at me, now the worry clearly replaced with amusement and a sense of animalistic desire in her eyes. Without removing my hand from her chest, she bends over and reaches for her drawer, where she pulls out a stethoscope, a beautiful Littman cardiology. I feel her heart skipping, and now I'm beginning to suspect maybe she's enjoying this attention her heart is getting.

She places the steth in my ears and the bell directly on the PMI, where her heartbeat is the loudest and most visible. Finally, I get to hear the beautiful sound of her heart. Ecstasy fills me, and a warm sensation builds at the base of my abdomen, and before I could stop myself, I ask her "are you enjoying this?"

Her eyes travel down to my chest, and with surprise I note that my own heart is beating wildly, being very visible under my maid's uniform.

"I am now" she says, and I realize this was all an act to get me into this situation, and I played right into it. This means, she's wanted me the same way I've wanted her.

Now there's no need to hold back.

I push her against the wall, her heart booming into the steth. She lets out a moan, her legs shaking beneath her.

"Is there any other symptom that's worrying you?" I ask, going along with this role playing.

"Yes doctor, this area has been very hard for a while now" she says, guiding my hand to her nipple. I slowly rub it, admiring the way her eyes light up with arousal.

Her heart now going a strong 160 bpm, dares me to make it go faster, and I oblige.

My fingers slowly trail down, with the look of absolute delight on her face, and reach her vulva. Her heart is now pounding

BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP

And with every beat, I rub her, syncing it in the rythm of her heart.

She starts moaning loudly, and her legs gave way and spread widely.

"Oh you're so wet, and all this when I didn't even do anything."

She looks at me desperately, and says "Can I feel your heart? Please?"

I nod, and immediately her hands go up my chest, wildly grabbing it, as if trying to cage the absolute beast that threatens to escape its cage.

I immediately slip my fingers through her underwear, feeling the wetness dripping through, and rub faster with more intensity.

Her eyes rolls back, and with a final loud moan, she collapses in my arms, eyes fluttering close.

"How was it?" I ask her. She smiles, and slowly leans on my chest, listening to my heart beat gradually returning to normal. We stay there for a while, till our breaths settle down.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, I'll seeya tomorrow!" she gives me a quick kiss, and walks away.

It takes a few seconds for me to register what just happened. I can't believe how lucky I am. I guess I'm now her personal maid and heart doctor, the best situation I could ask for.

[moosekateer13]

Settling Down

Doctor!Sam Winchester x Doctor!Reader

For @supernatural-jackles’ tell me story bingo 

Square-filled doctor au.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Teasing

Summary: Y/N wasn't planning on staying long in Kansas.Just enough to get practical for med school. Fate has other plans when it leads her to the Winchester family clinic.

Inspired by Miranda Lambert's Settling down 

Am I looking for comfort? Am I looking for an escape?

Am I looking for you? Am I looking the other way?

Winchester’s Clinic

"Hey love what are you looking at?" Sam asked as he set down my tea.

"Just thinking about our wedding can't believe it's been 5 years already. Where did the time go?" I replied.

"I don't know but I'm glad you stayed," Sam said.

"Me too, the best decision I ever made," I replied with a smile 

Flashback 6 years …

Last Day of Y/N's residency

I loved this place but I can't stay. It's never been too good for me to get attached. My friendships rarely last. It's only a matter of time before this one burns out too. I throw my stuff in my bag and try to make my escape before the Winchesters see me.

The familiar sound of Sam's footsteps fault me in my tracks.

He spins me around to look at him. That famous puppy dog look with Sam's gorgeous hazel eyes silently begging me to stay.

I shake my head at him. That's when he speaks up.

" Y/N please stay the patients love you. They'll miss you. Hell, I'd miss you. Even Dean would." Sam said. 

I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. At the statement, he'd said he'd miss me. This encourages me to close the short distance between us. I reach up and lightly caress his cheek. Sam melts into my touch. I give a feather-light kiss.

Pulling back slightly I speak words barely above a whisper.

“Okay, I'll stay. Sam.” I replied. 

End of flashback 

"Dr. Y/N Winchester stop daydreaming. Our friend Noe is here for her appointment." Dean said.

“Okay, I'm coming. You are so pushy sometimes Dean. Also, don't you mean your mom?” I retorted as I started walking down the hall.

Noe has been married to John for a decade.

"I'll go pick Celandine from Chelsea's. I'm sure she'd love to see another one of her aunts." Sam chimed in as he grabbed his keys.

Sam rushed out of the clinic, desperately trying to escape the situation. Yeah my husband and brother-in-law don't like me saying that. They love Noe to pieces but it's a little awkward to call her mom. When she's around the same age as them.

Exam room 

I look over the charts and the latest results from her test.

Looks like all the strengthening exercises have been helping. I don't see why you won't be back up in a month.

"Thanks Y/N." Noe said.

Noe gets up to leave.

"Stay for a moment. We've got a surprise for you." I said. 

Cel comes running into the room with the biggest smile on her face.

Noe hops off the exam bed and bends down to hug her.

"There's my little starlet I missed you," Noe said.

"I missed you too auntie," Celandine replied.

I just love the bond she has with people. She's just like Sam that way, so warm and welcoming. Cel is the spitting image of him too.

I am so glad I stayed. This family I have I wouldn't trade it for the world.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

smash or pass + Linda ( clint )

ACCEPTING -> me having to write this about my own muse like now i need to scream at @thefleetsfinest for repairs to my noggin

❝ If this goes ANYWHERE near the Med-bay, I kill you and you think I make threats lightly. ⸻ You can't prove I haven't killed someone before; my dark, mysterious past I don't share about and I like that way. ❞ He does have criminal charges on his record.

❝ I get it, I'm a loose-lips ship-sinker; and I'm HONEST, got all these fantasies in head and you wanna hear them, the details to the smashing or passing. ❞ It's a lot, and does he need to reiterate this can't get back to the medical bay. ❝ But like, I mean, heeelllllooooo, Nurse ⸻ can I get a private check-up with Dr. Carter? ❞

If it wasn't obvious, ❝ SMASH ⸻ I've also got a thing for mean looking women, and she's, uh, definitely a reason a few fellas stop by the med-bay just to stare. ❞ Locker room kind of talk, the woman did have assets, a rack like that in a tight dress, and there's the whole hair always pinned up thing. The lines he'd have for her. AWFUL.

❝ I ain't afraid to go down for murder, just remember that. Not a word. I know how to hide bodies and were all the holes are in thee ship's security is. ❞

[inthishousewestanspiderpunk]

Yoooooooo, I'm baaaaack!

Heyo, it's been a while, I know! I have been busy but also not busy? Finished my theatre, moved house, diagnosed with adhd and put on meds, turned 26, it's been a heck of a month! And in between that, I have been working on Félix and Pepa smut! But what's this? A new challenger had entered the ring? Everyone, may I introduce you to Paquita! Now, Paquita is sadly not my own character, she is made by my-spirit-phone and she is Pepa and Félix's partner with her design being inspired by a concept art for Pepa as shown below! She is a lovely woman, she loves to help people and always lends an ear to those who need to vent. She loves her motorbike, good wine, cigars and of course, her found family. I hope you love her as much as I do and enjoy this fic as well!

Till next time,

Charlotte :) x

"Gracias Juli!" 

"Si, gracias!"

"We owe you one!"

SLAM!

Julieta laughed and shook her head at the door, before casting her attention to Dolores in her arms. 

"Ay, I don't know mi vida, do you?" she clucked gently, kissing her head. The baby yawned and lazily began to chew her fist, covering it in a light coating of drool. "Come on. Let's see what Tio Bruno's up to, hmm?" Dolores gurgled in response, her dark eyes looking at Julieta as they made their way downstairs to give the adults their privacy.

Behind the now closed and locked door, Félix grinned and clapped his hands greedily, with both Paquita and Pepa giving him the same lustful look. Pepa bowed lowly and laughed, a rainbow appearing above the throuple. "Ladies first," she said to Paquita, blowing her a kiss. "Oh, you flatter me, but everyone knows it's age before beauty." "Mm, is that so?" Paquita nodded. "It is cariña." "Well in that case, would you like to pick out a few toys for us?" She nodded again and went to the drawer where they kept their impressive collection of toys. Whilst being intimate with one another wasn't anything new, even Paquita had yet to discover the true extent of their personal collection. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the assortment; so many shapes, colours, textures…holy shit, they had rope! Paquita couldn't help but smile a little. This was going to be good.

"We call that one thunder," Félix laughed as Paquita inspected a glittery pink double ended dildo at arm's length. It was decorated with bumps and ridges at both ends and had a slight curve to it. "It's okay vida, they're all washed," Pepa reassured, giving Paquita a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The younger woman visibly relaxed and felt the weight of the toy in her hands. "What's this one?" she asked, putting 'thunder' down and picking up a silicone bulb shaped one with a fluffy round tail attached to the base.

"Oh that's where it went! Félix! Paquita found your favourite!"

Félix looked up and grinned sheepishly as he saw what was found. "Ay Paquita, that is for mi culo," he explained, laughing at her reaction as she suddenly dropped it. 

"So you're saying this goes in there?" 

"Yup. It vibrates, too!" as if to prove a point, Félix took the toy and pressed a button, where it buzzed to life. 

"Why the tail though? Isn't it kinda…fluffy for you?"

It was Pepa's turn to speak up this time. "That's the point, corazon. El es un conejito, and a very cute one at that." She winked and pursed her lips to her husband, who reddened considerably. Paquita couldn't help but notice a swirl of fog settling around their feet and smirked a little.

"El conejito, you say?" she asked, taking a step towards Félix. "Pray tell, how do we spot the elusive pink tail bunny?" 

"Well…first we need to set the bait, get him nice and comfortable," Pepa purred, her fingertips lightly grazing the back of her wife's neck. Oh, she didn't just mean Félix. Paquita shuddered at the contact, letting a small whimper escape. Pepa smirked and kissed the skin, her tongue poking at just the right spot. Her taste was fairly similar to that of Félix, but different somehow. More clean and floral. Humming softly, she created a suction and began to suck. Félix chuckled and nodded in appreciation as he sat down on the bed. "That's my girl, you let her know who she belongs to," he said lowly as the scene began to play out. He sat back and grinned as Pepa pressed her clothed body against Paquita's and their lips touched. Paquita groaned at the contact and opened her mouth a little, allowing Pepa to gain access which she did with little prompting. Their tongues danced and ran along the other's lips; teeth were nibbling and nipping the skin with a tongue quickly following. Who's tongue it was neither had any idea, but it was complete bliss and Félix loved being witness to this.

His pants had now developed into a clear tent and he dipped a hand below the waistband of them and groaned at the touch, hissing a little as he swiped his thumb over the head. 

"Need help, amor?" Pepa asked sweetly, looking up from her make out session with Paquita before sauntering over to the bed. Félix nodded, pulled her in with his free arm and put his hand on her breast which wasn't difficult considering the size. "Always mi vida," he replied, kissing her deeply, tasting Paquita and Pepa on his lips. He took his hand out of his pants and put his thumb in Pepa's mouth as soon as their lips parted. "Suck for papi," Félix instructed, his voice firm but fair. She did as she was told, but scraped her teeth along the digit to mess with him. This did not go down well and Pepa squeaked as she felt the sting of hand on ass which dissipated into radiating warmth as quickly as it had appeared. "Now Pepa, that's not what good girls do, is it?" Félix mused, raising an eyebrow and lifting Pepa's chin to get her to look his way. He didn't expect eye contact but he did expect her to look in his general direction. He may have been a daddy, papi, sir, master and a myriad of other titles and had a good control of both women given the context, but he wasn't a complete monster. 

She muttered a 'no' and more fog began to swirl around, covering the floor in a light haze that enveloped the bottom of the bed.

"No they don't. Good girls do as they're told and don't bite the thumb that feeds them." 

Paquita made a noise in agreement as she hitched her dress up a little. She had found a toy that she liked the look of and wanted to put it to the test. Seeing Pepa so soft and vulnerable and quite frankly, so pathetic, did things to her. It wasn't something she could describe, but she knew she liked what she felt and wanted to put two and two together. 

"Ay Paquita, let Pepa do the work. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson," Felix cooed, shaking his head as Pepa flipped him off and a small rumble of thunder was heard moments later. Paquita kissed Pepa's forehead and booped her on the nose, before handing her the toy she had picked out; a medium sized flesh coloured dildo. Being a relatively small woman, Paquita hated toys and cocks that were too big for her. They would be intimidating and men, she found, seemed to think that jackhammering themselves into her amounted to pleasure when in reality it left her sore and bruised, aching for days afterwards.

Not to say she also enjoyed a challenge and there were always exceptions to the rule. She bunched up the rest of her dress and handed the dildo over to Pepa, waiting with trepidation as she watched her oil it up. 

"Does pequeña Paquita want this?" Pepa cooed, studying the now glistening toy. She looked at it and then back to her partner as if she were a collector in a museum studying a fine piece of art. Paquita nodded affirmatively, feeling her core start to throb with need. Pepa cocked her head to listen and shrugged. "I'm not hearing anything. Félix, can you hear something?" Félix shook his head as he shuffled his pants off which given his erection was easier said than done. 

"No mi amor, no puedo escuchar nada." "Neither can I. It's a shame, too. I think our little toy would like this." Pepa emphasised the last part, slapping the dildo into her hand like a bat. A wind began to whip up around her and a dark cloud hung ominously in the air above. "You'd have thought that our little toy would know by now the power of communication. And how she knows that if she is to get what she wants, she must-" she emphasised, poking Paquita's clit with the head. "Use." The head slipped in, Paquita yipping in surprise. "Her." Pepa pushed it in a little further and watched how her partner's body responded. "Words." At that, the red head pulled the veined dildo back and then pushed it in again teasingly. 

Paquita's eyes rolled in the back of her head when Pepa inserted it. It was veined and hit all the right spots. Pepa smiled a little and dipped her head, putting her lips directly onto her wife's clit, earning a satisfied moan. She splayed her tongue out flat, her nose right against Paquita and began to pull the toy back out, only to push it in again. In, out, in, out. Her moans grew louder and more wanting as she was continuously fucked and sucked. 

Pepa's tongue lapped and slurped obnoxiously as Paquita got more wet and aroused. Her juices tasted salty and slightly bitter all in one and she couldn't get enough of it, drinking as if it was manna from heaven. It might as well have been as far as Pepa was concerned. 

All the while, Félix was stroking himself again, enjoying the view of his partner being fucked, her hickied neck arching and her breathing starting to become ragged as she tried to suppress the force that threatened to engulf her body. He took his hand off his erection and went over to the two women with a clear plan in mind. 

"Arms up."

As much as Paquita wanted to run her hands through Pepa's hair as she was being eaten out, she did as she was told and held her arms above her head. In one fell swoop, Félix pulled off the offending item and discarded it on the floor. He marveled at her naked body, years of stretch marks, scars, wrinkles and freckles adorning her frame. He was surprised that she hadn't any tattoos, but she always said she had a fear of needles which caught him off guard when revealed. 

Félix ran his tongue along her neck and down her side until he got to her breast and grazed his teeth upon it, making Paquita cry out. It was amazing how close she was to cumming for someone who claimed to last forever in bed. "Sssh, don't want to be too loud, now do we?" Félix whispered, cupping his strong hand against her mouth and being careful to ensure that she still got an oxygen supply.

Paquita shook her head, her cries muffled as Pepa swirled her tongue around her soaking wet folds, the dildo being pushed in and out at a faster pace as she grew closer with her legs clenching and toes flexing.

"Buena chica, eso es todo. Córrete para nosotros, aquí vamos, buena mascota…" 

Paquita gasped against Félix's hand and her body shuddered as she came with Pepa quick to suck the juices squirting around the toy, making sure to get every last bit. Her wife writhed in pleasure with her hips bucking upwards, one hand stroking Pepa's graying ginger curls that were now wet from where she squirted extra hard and gained distance. Pepa took it upon herself to give Paquita one last suck and kiss before pulling the dildo out. 

"Mmm, such a good job, mi vida," she smirked as she licked the shaft and stood back up, looking Félix in the eye. "You came so fucking well." The younger woman nodded breathlessly; she seriously needed to cut down on the cigars if this was to be a regular occurance.

"That…fuck me, Pep, how did you do that?"Paquita finally sat up. "I ain't come like that in years!" 

Pepa raised an eyebrow and kept silent. "I have my ways." 

"No fucking shit. I feel almost obliged to return the favour." 

Another eyebrow raise. "Almost?"

Paquita blushed a little and looked away, feeling Pepa's eyes bore into her. 

"Use your words, mi princesa."

"Okay, I want to return it." 

"Excelente, that wasn't so hard was it?" 

"No."

"No, what?" 

"No mami."

Pepa smirked. "Good girl. Do you want Félix to fuck you whilst this is happening? Remember, you don't have to say yes." 

Paquita gulped and nodded; she missed the feeling of the dildo already, so to have the real thing would be even better. "S-si."

Pepa motioned to Félix to come over with a slight move of her head. "She's all ready for you cariño."

Félix rubbed his cock and grabbed the small bottle of oil from the dresser as Pepa positioned herself so that she was using Paquita's face as a seat. "Ay, so comfortable," she mused, grinding against her mouth, which made Paquita moan in agreement and flick her tongue against Pepa's dripping wet slit.  

Meanwhile, Félix had finished lubing up and was lining himself against his partner. Having a sister in law who knew her way around herbs and when brewed into a tea made a decent birth control and eradicated any unwanted surprises and infections really helped, so condoms weren't too much of an issue. 

As Félix slid in with ease and Paquita started to pleasure Pepa properly with her mouth, lips parted and the room was a choir of moans and whimpered names. 

"So tight today, Paquita! Just how papi likes it."

"Mmmph! Pbpuh! Mbhbmmmmm…"

"Bit down, ay! That's the spot!"

Félix rutted and dug his thumbs into Paquita's thighs. He loved fucking both women and of course would always prefer Pepa over Paquita, she was his wife, it was a given, but something about Paquita's curves did things to him and an almost animalistic urge would take over. He felt he could be more rough with her somehow, more demanding. Was it because they hadn't known each other that long? There was a sense of jealousy somehow? That he'd been replaced? There was plenty of time for contemplation and questions after, but right now it was about making himself and the two women in his life feel good. 

On top, Pepa was whimpering and moaning for all she was worth; Paquita was definitely better at eating her pussy than Félix was. No offence to him, but he was a little too rough, often getting toothy and leaving her with bruising that even Julieta's cooking struggled to fix. Shivering in pleasure, Pepa ground her weight down so she was positively smothering the poor woman underneath. But judging from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it and could still breathe, so not all hope was lost. Still, better be safe than sorry…

"You alright there Paquita?" she asked sweetly as she propped herself up using her hands, only the slapping of Félix's balls and his grunts breaking the silence. Paquita's sweaty red face nodded and she grinned, showing the gap in her teeth. "All good here Pep!" She was surprisingly chipper for someone getting spit-roasted but given she'd been in Paquita's position many a time, Pepa understood. Being in the middle of her two favourite people, being pleasured by one and giving to another, Paquita was in absolute heaven. 

"Buena chica," Pepa murmured, dipping her body back down to be eaten out again. "Oh  you eat me so well, mami is very proud. Si…" Paquita continued to work on Pepa, dragging her nails along Pepa's thighs leaving a marked trail that was threatening to well up with dots of blood and even pushing her ass up with one hand to insert a finger into her pussy. Out of the three, she was definitely the strongest. Pepa shuddered at the sensation that hit her core; fuck, that was the spot! She threw her head back, her pert breasts bouncing softly as she rode Paquita's face and fingers. A minute passed and Pepa moaned as she felt herself squirt right into her partner's mouth with Paquita not minding one bit; she was loving it and the fact that she got Pepa to squirt was a huge turn on for her.

"Is Paquita getting close?" Félix asked sweetly, the muscles clamping down with each thrust into her body. "Mmhmm," she responded, her voice muffled as Pepa continued to ride her tongue, getting close to orgasm herself. 

"Don't stop…" Pepa murmured, biting her lip harshly, wincing a little as she felt her teeth sink down and draw blood. She tasted the sting of copper as a trickle of blood flowed onto her tongue and coated the back of her throat. She was close, she was so, so close. Her heart pulsed out warmth that synced in time with her clit and her breath deepened. She was gonna, any-

"Oh Paquita!" Pepa screamed as she finally came. Her legs shook uncontrollably and the blinding heat radiated all over, making her scream again as it reached her brain, enveloping the woman in a comforting sensation that could only be described as a release of pure energy. Paquita continued to suck and lick Pepa through the orgasm, feeling her own build up as Félix moved his hips; in, out, in, out….just the tip. At this point, Pepa knew that Paquita would be wanting some air that wasn't filled with pussy and she gingerly climbed off and lay next to her, watching what was going to happen. 

Félix jutted his hips up more into Paquita's walls and she whimpered softly with her toes curling and body tensing, her mouth forming an 'o' with no sound escaping. 

"That's it, good girl, cum for papi," Félix whispered in encouragement, circling her aching clit with his thick fingers. Her whole body was taut, ready to unravel at a moment's notice. Félix applied more pressure onto the swollen nub and pumped into her cunt once, twice…

That was what she needed; the barrier had opened and Paquita thrashed and writhed on the bed, completely speechless but completely overtaken with pleasure as she came. Having his partner cum against his cock was the catalyst for Félix's own orgasm. He clenched his feet and grunted as he spilled his seed into her, having to grip onto the bedpost in order to stop his legs from completely buckling and giving out underneath him. He shuddered once more and pulled out, the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock and dripping onto Paquita's crotch, intermingling with her public hair. 

Pepa pulled Paquita in for a side hug and kissed her cheek proudly. She loved the bones off this woman! Paquita wrapped her thick leg around Pepa's slim one and melted more into the hug. Félix wiped his brow and grabbed a towel that was thrown into the corner whilst the two women snuggled and bathed in the afterglow.

"I don't know about you senoras, but that was the best one yet!" he declared as he flopped down next to the pair. Both women nodded and murmured in agreement. "Si, it certainly was," Pepa purred into his ear. 

"Who's a happy girl? You are! Yes you are Dolores!" Julieta cooed, kissing her sobrina on the forehead as she gurgled. "Oh I just know tu mami, papi y tia Paquita are going to be so surprised with your new outfit!" Whilst the three of them were busy, Julieta had taken Dolores and Isabela into the market and had found the perfect outfits at Señorita Pezmuerte's stall, along with an offhand remark about Bruno staying away from her fish. Isabela was treated to a lilac onesie adorned with flowers along with a light pink tutu and a flower clip whilst Dolores had a cream coloured ruffled blouse and a deep red skirt and headband. Julieta couldn't wait to show them off! She had been so excited to display the new outfits to her hermana and family, but seeing how Alma made a beeline for Isabela as soon as Casita opened the door, she was left with Dolores. Julieta would be lying if she said the obvious favouritism didn't hurt; yes, Isabela was her daughter and the oldest, but seeing Alma lavish praise onto the infant whilst brushing her other granddaughter away…it hurt.

She smiled curtly at Alma, who was fussing over Isabela and noticed Bruno in the corner feeding some of his rats. "...sorry Juanita, it's all there is today," she heard him mutter. There was an indignant squeak and Bruno held his hands up. "Unless you have any better ideas, then no, I can't help you there." Julieta swore she saw the rat put its tiny paws on its hips and give her brother an eye roll. "Alright, be like that. I'm simply saying that Héctor being Lupé's long lost fiance and returning just as she's about to marry his cousin and have another guy's baby is not that complex! I mean what is there not to get?" Another squeak. "Okay, you got me there. Oh, hey Jules!" Bruno pocketed Juanita and stood up as he noticed the pair. "Hola Bruno. Still trying to get the rat telenova thing going?" He nodded and scratched his face. "Yeah, it's…it's a process. And how is ¿mi sobrinita? ay eres tan linda! Sí, lo eres, ¿no?" Dolores cooed and kicked her feet, reaching out to her tio. It warmed Julieta's heart to see him interacting like this; he would make a good papi one of these days. That is, if a girl could even get past the rats. And the cave. And the sand. And the whole outcast bad omen hermit thing….arranged marriage was a thing, right? "Would you mind watching her for a bit Bruno? I need to put some shopping away," Julieta asked, not even waiting for an answer as she passed the infant over. "What? Oh yeah, sure! Totally!" He fumbled about awkwardly before finally holding Dolores in a comfortable position. "We buds, right Lo Lo?" Dolores smacked him on the nose and giggled as he gave his niece a deadpan expression. "Gracias, Dolores." 

Julieta hummed and sang to herself as she began to put away the various groceries she picked up in the market; papayas go there…dulce de leche in the pantry…

Thump!

Both she and Casita looked up for a second. The noise was followed by shrieking laughter, which calmed Julieta down. It was nice that Pepa and Félix had finally found another person to share their love with. Whilst that lifestyle wasn't for her or Augustín, it clearly made the couple happy, so more power to them. She finally got to the outfits folded neatly at the bottom of the bag and smiled. Just wait till they see this! Still humming to herself, Julieta patted the outfits down and took the bag up the stairs. The noise had died down by this point, so one would assume that it was okay to come in. Still, best be careful and knock just to be safe. 

She reached the familiar wooden door adorned with Pepa's outline surrounded by rays of sunlight and knocked precariously. 

"Come in!" Paquita called in a singsong voice from the other side. Julieta turned the handle and bumped the door open with her hip. What she saw next was a surprise beyond her belief and the first reaction was to shriek and cover her eyes.

"FÉLIX!" 

She almost dropped the shopping in shock, but was able to gain her composure and keep a hold on the bags. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Félix, who was completely tied up and unable to move. It was clear Paquita and Pepa had their way with him judging by the dusky grey panties shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag and a pink fluffy rabbit tail protruding from his ass.

"Ah, you found conejito de cola rosa! What do you think? Quite the specimen, huh?" Paquita asked, leaning on Julieta's shoulder. "Personally I think he'd look better with ears, but you try getting those damn things on that hair of his." 

Julieta couldn't even look her in the eye and shoved the woman awkwardly off her shoulder. She shuffled out of the room, her eyes firmly fixed to the ground and her face strained. 

She needed a fucking drink. 

[dailynabu]

nabu: day 0

Hi, everyone! It's Nabu. I'm currently 7986 days old and just now I've realize how young I truly am. By age 18 I already thought I was old enough to deal with life and I thought about how everything that would happen, the idea of all of this distress, anguish, pain and lots and lots of stuff made me uneasy. Of course, consider I had spent more than half of my life inside a box, a house that's not a home.

It feels so strange now, uncanny. How was I once 17 and now I'm 21? Don't come at me with all of these math witchcraft. Where all that time go? I don't think I had lived till last year. I don't think one quarter of my breaths were actual. All fake. I'd say: "but not in a bad way", but there's no "good way" to be fake. You're either bad for people or bad for yourself... And I've been too harsh with this person who stares at me in the mirror.

Everything I could, I've tried. I'm trying so hard to love myself but it is actually so incredibly hard. Went to all forms of therapy, tried every med and form. I don't know how to do it. I don't think that people like me does, but I want it, want it so bad it pains me physically.

Do you ever went outside and met a person that looked so confident you envy them? I did. Everyone always seems so much better than I do and I can't conceive the idea of being wanted even if it's about some kind of interest (not necessarily personal interest). I've worked so hard for so long and still is not enough. I catch myself falling into old patterns again and again.

Another question that just popped out my mind is where is that extroverted, cheerful, positive and bubbly person everyone around me seems to know, yet I do not? That person is always smilig and saying nice things, showing love and smiling, asking about how everyone's doing and mastering the art of telling people about how much they're worthy and how they care.

Not to brag, far from it, but people come to me saying they feel safe and not-lonely around me. I sympathize with everyone, like lots of them, love some and even worship a few; still, I feel lonely. Some of them may say: "you can count on me!" and I know they mean it, but I don't feel it, like it's some kind of sin of mine to count or seek them if I'm in need. Lastly, trusting people and opening up seems dangerous, to say the least.

I don't know. Today I don't feel sad nor upset nor distressed, just a bit tired and sleepy. I slept 4 hours in the last 2 days and I've been studying like a dog so I can have this 1 month off college. Exams and homeworks always make me feel insanely anxious and my heart problems keeps attacking me, but this time everything was... Calmer. Certainly not 100%, as you can see I barely ate and slept. I think that, under this hard skin, there's someone, a child I might add, who's extremely anxious.

For the record, I can't stand watching a match of the team I support. My hands feel sweat, my arms hurts and my heart beats faster. I know it's "just a match" and I don't really care, I barely watch something: but when I do, I do feel anxious like it was something really important. I don't really know if it's because my heart condition or anxiety or both, I run from this a-word "like the devil runs away from the cross".

Boyfriend keeps noticing it, how I hate this word (and a lot more) and he lightly jokes, but I truly get offended. I know, it's stupid. Anyway. Today was kinda... I'd exhausting, but it wasn't. I woke up by 9:20am, studied till 2:40pm and then went to college, do a test. 3 hours and half in only 4 questions, I can't stand seeing numbers nor greek letters, honestly. All of this humilliation for a degree, can you imagine? After it, went to Boyfriend's, watched some short films and cuddle till I got back House. Pretty much it. Not a hard day, I'd say, I had worsts and everyday is my best whenever I see his face.

Not too much to add. I don't feel extremely emotional to be venting, actually I'm so tired I could sleep right now. Normal day. I just wanna save this words and every single day of my life so maybe I start valuing it.

(About how much I want self love, how I feel fake with myself. About trust and difficult of opening up with people I know love me. In a good way, I don't feel bad while word-vomiting).

— 20.12.23

[babybluebex]

Thoughts on Yandere Jonathan Crane?

i like? was only just notified of this?? sorry for the wait lol

but yes! many thoughts on yandere dr crane! tw for kidnapping, manipulation, drugging (all the basic yandere tropes hehe)

ok so first of all, i def see him being your psychiatrist

he's typically pretty cool, a little reserved and maybe icy at times, but you trust him and the care that you're receiving under him

but eventually the anxiety of living as a young woman in crime-ridden gotham became too much and moving wasn't an option, and you told dr crane that you didn't know what to do anymore, that you hardly ever left your apartment for fear you would be attacked or hurt in some way

you cried in his office and his seemingly emotionless facade cracked a bit, those eyebrows pitching up behind his glasses as he handed you a tissue

"i think i want you to spend a few days in arkham. you'll be removed from your stressful environment and you'll be able to be watched and cared for."

of course, at the time, you agree with him and don't even consider that dr crane has ill intent

you're relieved to see dr crane at arkham once you're there, and he tells you that he'll be your attending doctor during your stay

your first visit to his office during that time, it's cold and you shiver a little, and he gives you a sweater that hung on the back of his chair

"you can keep it. it gets pretty cold at night here"

you wear that sweater every day, the sleeves a little too long and the hem hanging past your hips, but it's warm and maybe smells a little like him? it's something familiar at least

you see dr crane for private sessions and evaluations every day, and he seems a little more laid back in his office at arkham as opposed to the small clinic you used to see him in

he smiles and cracks the lone joke every so often, and he generally seems more comfortable

you tell him that you’re having a little trouble sleeping, and he prescribes you a sleep aid that you take with dinner every night

the meds help you fall asleep within an hour and they make you sleep through the night, but your dreams are riddled with nightmares that make you cry when you wake up

you tell dr crane about it and he listens to you, pursing his lips a little as he thinks

“it’s your anxiety. you’re in a new place with new people; once you settle in a bit, that’ll go away... by the way, i remembered you said that you wanted a book… take this”

it’s a soft cover book, some generic fantasy something, but just the feel of it helped comfort you

“thanks dr crane… it means a lot”

you don’t notice until later that night when you open the book that there’s messy handwriting on the front cover: from the library of jonathan crane

you like the thought of his first name, jonathan, and you fall asleep with him in your mind

the next day, he tells you that he wants to extend your stay at arkham

“you’re doing better here, but you’re not stable yet. a week is hardly enough time to rehabilitate you to go back home. gotham hasn’t changed, and i can’t, in good conscience, send you back, knowing it’ll make you spiral again”

that night, he starts you on a new medication that he tells you is to help manage your anxiety, but the pill is awfully bitter as it goes down, leaving the absolute worst taste in your mouth

the nurse tells you that some medications just taste worse than others and not to worry about it, so you don’t

when you’re sleeping that night, your nightmares are replaced by dr crane

you dream about him coming into your room, walking around and looking at the meager belongings that you brought with you, then sitting down on the corner of your small bed

“so beautiful…” he whispers and lightly plays with your hair, and you dream that he smiles at you

“you’ll be mine, my darling, one day… soon… we’ll be queen and king of gotham together, i’ll make sure of it, even if it kills me”

jonathan leans down and presses his lips to yours and, when you wake up the next morning, you can still feel the brush of his lips against yours, as if it wasn’t just a dream

you tell dr crane that you didn’t have any nightmares that night, and he smiles

“good, good, the meds already seem to be working”

“yeah… but, god, i feel so out of it… like, i feel like i’m still asleep”

“drowsiness is a common side effect. don’t worry, it’ll go away within the week”

your heart jumps in your throat and you ask “the week? well, when do i go home?”

“i can’t send you home so soon after starting a new medication,” dr crane tells you and adjusts his thin glasses “we need to keep you for evaluation, to make sure you don’t have any adverse reactions. it’s all protocol, it’s honestly pretty stupid, but i can’t release you until next week. i’m really sorry, i know you’re ready to go home”

you cry that night in bed, muffling your sobs in jonathan’s sweater

you dream of him again that night, entering your room and touching your hair and kissing you and promising you that you would be his

you finish the book the next day and give it back to him “i liked it. thank you… y-your name is jonathan?”

“yes… nobody calls me that anymore, though”

“oh… can i call you that?”

he smiles and his pale blue eyes twinkle behind his glasses

“i’d like it if you did”

jonathan can see that you’re struggling at arkham, homesick and bored and unhappy, but he can’t just release you

he finally has you where he wants you, in his grip, seeing you every day, giving you medication to slow you down and make you more susceptible to his tiny advances

every book he gives you, he takes care to dot the pages with the smallest amount of the hallucinogen that he makes in the basement of the very building you sleep in

it’s not a big enough dose to make you have the fearful visions, but the scent of it lingers, and he hopes that he can condition you to associate him and his kindness with the hallucinogen

one day, you’re curled up in the chair in his office, reading your book

he had told the nurses that you were expected to sit in his office when the others were in group therapy sessions (he didn’t like the other psychiatrist at arkham, he didn’t trust that dr. quinzelle had your best interests in mind like he did)

“umm… jonathan? what’s this?”

his heart drops because oh my god what did you see? what did you find?

he looks and sees you lightly touching the corner of a page of the book, your eyes focused on the small heart he had drawn on the page

below it was your name

he saw your heavy-lidded eyes, he heard the slugginess in your voice, and he knew that you were in just the right place for him to finally reveal his intentions

he gets out of his chair and kneels down in front of you and finally tells you how he feels, how much he loves you and how he wants you so badly to be his little lady

he doesn’t expect you to refuse

you watch his face turn red and his jaw clench and he mumbles “well… that’s a shame. i suppose that you’ll be staying here for just a little while longer, then. maybe in isolation? you’re obviously not responding to treatment, and you’re acting hostile towards me. i can arrange for you to become a threat to yourself and others. you’re not leaving me that easily, my darling.”

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Quick Thought: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Out

note: just something short because i'm getting my wisdom teeth out soon and won't be able to write or post for a few days most likely!

uh...ambiguous peter? implied that it's tom's peter

gender of reader: gender-neutral, pronouns not specified

warnings: none! --mentions of surgery but its not graphic--

~~~

The rays cast down by the disappearing daylight somewhat stung your eyes as you stumbled away from the outpatient section of the medical practice, your arm slung around Peter's shoulders for support.

"Ugh...worst restaurant ever. I think something I ate broke my tooth...something's missing," You complained, still in a state of postoperative delirium.

Peter had already brought his vehicle around, guiding you to the passenger side and helping you get in before jogging around to the driver's door. He got in a was quick to start the car.

"That was the oral surgeon, (Y/n). You got your wisdom teeth out?" Peter quizzed you, trying to make you remember the last hour and a half you spent under the knife.

You shook your head, looking out the window to a building that you couldn't associate in your mind as anything other than a diner, "Nope. No bells are ringing, none. Zero."

Peter sighed, pulling out of the medical practice's parking lot while talking to himself, "You'll remember soon."

Within just a few moments, the effects of the medications used on you for the surgery ebbed away at your consciousness and urged you to slip into a heavy drowsiness.

Shortly after that, you fell right back into reality, realizing you were still in the confined vehicular space with Peter and that the car wasn't moving. The radio also seemed to be playing, but you couldn't register the song.

With a mind that was half-asleep and the other was half-medicated, you groggily asked the first question that came to your afflicted mind, "Why are we going so slow?"

"There's traffic, (Y/n)," Peter blatantly answered, lightly tapping his hands against the steering wheel in time with whatever song was playing on the radio.

You played it off as if it was nothing, offering an arbitrary solution to a problem with only one solution, "We're in a racecar or something, right? Just drive forward..."

Peter laughed, "That's illegal."

As you toed the line of dozing off to being energetically present in the conversation, you started up with something that was more coherent to Peter than before.

You looked to the webhead, studying his complexion and the minor imperfections that came with it, "Hey, you look like someone I know..."

"Yeah, I'm the guy driving you home."

"No—no. That wasn't it. Wait! I got it—you look like the boy I'm in love with, but don't tell Peter," You spoke, trying to bring your index fingers to Peter's lips, to which he pushed away as not to distract him from driving.

Peter felt the heat hit his face, creating a distraction than simply your finger. But, he had to keep his cool. After all, this was you talking on meds, and the possible confession of feelings could mean nothing.

He didn't want to alarm you either, so he played it off like he wasn't the boy you were talking about, "I'm pretty good at keeping secrets."

[neptuneofthesky]

Hopeless Ramentic

Punz x reader

crack, fluff?

just a short chaotic drabble to feed my ramen addiction-

"Amen? Ramen."

----

"Hellooooo Chat! How's everybody doing?"

You happily waved at the camera as your chat greeted you.

You clapped and grinned, "Chat, I'm SO pumped up for this stream, but do you wanna know why?"

A mischievous smile came over your face as you showed them a bowl, full of ramen, "Luke said too much ramen is bad for me and didn’t let me eat ramen for a WHOLE WEEK but guess who secretly went shopping?"

You slurped the noodles as actual tears gathered in your eyes, "Oh my god, is this heaven? Does Twitter still exist? Oh my god, I love you ramen, please marry me, I’ll eat you every day. Wait, that sounds so suggestive."

WAIT IS SHE ACTUALLY CRYING?? LMAO

DONT CRYYY

I UNDERSTAND WHY SHE IS CRYING RAMEN IS SO TASTY

You sighed and wiped your eyes, "I think I just achieved a new level of happiness..."

You gasped, "That meme, chat, have you heard that meme? That 'only men who are hot and spicy and won't disappoint you, is ramen.' That is so freaking true- wait, but not for me. Luke is very hot and spicy and never disappoints me. Except when he tells me not to eat ramen, that disappoints me very much. Speaking of Luke..."

You got up and exited your room, and pressed your ear against your bedroom door, and heard no type of commotion or something and nodded to yourself in satisfaction, only to grab a can of sprite and running back to your stream, "Guys, sprite is the best, there is nothing better than sprite. Except for ramen. Ramen is better than everything. You, me, we all are going to bow down to ramen."

You squinted your eyes as you read your chat, "'Make your sub-goal to not eat ramen'- fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, die, die, die, die, die, jump off a bridge. Who the fuck is this person? You're gonna get banned. Never EVER come to my stream and disrespect ramen like that. It's more likable than you. Who the fuck is this? I'm gonna report you-"

Your eyes slightly widened, "Wait, I forgot to take my sinus meds- meh, who cares about them."

You leaned closer to the mic and muttered, "Dream himself said don't take your meds- wait, I was kidding, taking your meds is important, do not not take your meds. It doesn't matter if I take my meds or not because they are homeopathic and I have to take them again later anyway- GUYS! Don't cancel me or Dream over this. I'd be very angry if you canceled Dream, I mean, technically, he was the reason Luke and I met in the first place."

You excitedly gasped, "Chat, do you actually know how Luke and I actually met?"

'AND THATS HOW I MET YOUR FATHER'

HOW DID MOM MET DAD

MOM AND DAD'S LOVE STORY

You laughed at the growing excitement of your chat, "Okay, so- wait, technically we met through Bad because I was a moderator on MunchyMC, but like I was new, and Dream was the one who introduced me to Luke, like everyone was there that time, and we were just fucking around. I think, um, Bad, Skeppy, Callahan, Alyssa, George, Ant, Sapnap, Dream, Punz, and I was there... So basically Dream was the one who interviewed me, and when I passed he then introduced to everyone, and like after a few days Punz messaged me on discord, 'hey, do you wanna play csgo with me and my friends?' and I was like, I don't know how to play, because, I knew what it was, but I wasn't into FPS games then. And he said, 'ah no worries I'll teach you', and then boom, we have Minecraft date next week."

Your cheeks lightly turned red at the memories, "The date was fun, but it turned chaotic halfway because of the fucker Pandas-, and like, Sapnap was so little that time- like a baby, but overall, it was awesome. Then we kept talking and gaming and, here we are now, and that's how I met your father."

You slightly furrowed your brows, "I was supposed to play with Boomer but fuck that guy. How does he have such a fat ass? I don't want to live in a world where Boomer has a fatter ass than mine. I'm gonna unfollow him on twitter I swear to god..."

'how did you escape punz?'

You raised a brow at the dono, "Yes, the most important question, how did I avoid Punz? Easy, because I am sneaky as fuck. Also, he's sleeping. Or was sleeping. I don't actually know, he was sleeping the last time I checked."

BoomerNA: Im tellin daddy

Your eyes widened, "You fatass, don't tell Punz, you idiot-"

Loud banging on your door interrupted you as you flinched, "Oh no."

"Are you eating ramen again?!"

You closed your eyes and sighed in frustration, "I'm gonna kill you, you bald bitch-"

You flinched again as Punz banged on the door again.

You groaned and stuffed the remaining ramen in your mouth, "I'm naked! Don't come in!"

Punz furrowed his brows, "I thought you were streaming- wait, you never lock your door. Not when you're streaming OR when you are changing your clothes- YOU ARE EATING RAMEN AREN'T YOU?! OPEN THIS DOOR."

You almost fell from your chair as you hurried to open the door, "I can explain-"

Punz shook his head, "The only thing you are gonna explain missy, is why do we have like six packets of ramen on the kitchen counter."

You closed your eyes in frustration, "Fuck, I forgot to hide them."

He flicked your forehead as you yelped and pouted, "What did I tell you?"

You rubbed your forehead, "No eating ramen, only healthy food."

He raised a brow, "And what were you doing?"

You sighed, "Only eating ramen, no healthy food."

He folded his hands, "Then as a punishment-"

Your eyes widened and you pushed tried to push him out of your room, "I'm streaming, we can talk about this later!"

He gave you an unimpressed look, "Nu-uh, I'm staying here until you finish your stream."

You groaned and plopped back on your chair, "Fine."

He pulled a chair next to you as he connected another set of headphones, "I can always trust Boomer to snitch on you."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm never playing with that asshole ever again."

' 'punz scolds y/n on stream' sounds like a good trend'

The dono announced and you groaned, "Oh my god please don't clip it you guys, this is so embarrassing."

Punz leaned back on his chair, "Well, it wouldn't have to come to this point if you just listened to me."

You gasped, "I always listen to you! It's just that ramen is an exception."

BoomerNA: daddy needs to spank mommy uwu

dreamwastaken: agreed UWU

Punz hummed, "She does need spanking-"

"OH MY GOD PUNZ PLEASE-"

tags!

@rexit-mo, @alex--awesome--22, @hi-imuwu, @the-official-memester, @beeissdead, @malfoysslutt, @beeseira, @incorrectquotesformyuse, @uselesssapphickitten, @ahmya-4, @penumbrasposts, @itsberrydreemurstuff, @chaoticotaku

[hot-wiings]

The One Where You're A Retail Worker And Have To Deal With Christmas Karens All Day, But You Get To Come Home To Two Sweet Boyfriends.

Edited: 12-14-2020

You sighed as you walked up to your apartment door, your body ached and you sported what could be called the worst migraine ever. You felt completely done. With sluggish movements, you inserted your key into the slot and pushed the door open. Even with your mask on, your senses were immediately sent into overload from the scent of freshly baked Christmas cookies as you entered the apartment.

You would be gorging your feelings out later.

"How was work princess?"

You ripped your mask off and placed it in the mask basket and put your hand on the wall to balance yourself as you began taking off your work shoes. You tried to muster up the best smile you could find to deliver to one of your boyfriends, Katsuki Bakugo. You didn't want to worry him, him, or Eijirou. You didn't want them to think you couldn't handle your job. They were already pressuring you to quit, with the assurance that they would help pay for your bills, but the idea of taking advantage of the money they made as rising heroes felt so wrong, and medical school was so expensive.

"It's was fine."

You finished with your shoes and practically threw them on the ground before you walked over, leaned up on your tiptoes, and kissed Katsuki on the cheek. You felt too exhausted to kiss Katsuki, but you knew he wouldn't have let you go without a hello kiss. It was quick and brief, practically a graze against his cheek.

"Give me a real kiss."

You lightly groaned, turning from the entryway to your shared bedroom to look back at Katsuki who was frowning. Normally you wouldn't complain about how clingy Katsuki got when you came home from work. He was so clingy, especially after he baked, and you loved it. You loved when he was soft, a special side he showed to you and Eijirou that the world wasn't privy to. You loved it so, but today you were so tired. So sick and tired of everything, and you just wanted to be alone.

"I just got back from work, can't I just go shower? Gotta wash away any residue COVID."

"Fine, but you're gonna give me a real kiss once you're done."

You turned back around and made your way to the bedroom, thankfully your other boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima, was not in there. You grabbed some clothes from the closet, they weren't even yours but rather one of Katsuki's shirts and a pair of Eijirou's boxers. You were too upset to notice - not that either of them would care at the prospect of you wearing their clothes.

You walked into the bathroom, closing the door shut behind you. You tossed your clothes onto the closed toilet seat before you turned the nobs of the shower on so your boyfriends would think you were bathing, guise as to why you actually came into the bathroom. After a minute of letting the shower run, a minute of waiting to see if they would come to talk or interrupt you, you slid down to your knees.

Bringing your hands up to your face you tried not to let the sobs out. You wouldn't will your self to cry, you didn't want to give them the satisfaction. You couldn't handle it. Every stressful thing you went through that day. Every rude word yelled at you. Every word screamed at you. You tried to push it down, letting nothing but a few stray tears escape, but soon more and more fell. They fell and fell until a sob escaped your throat. A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie. Quickly, you swiped your hands over your eyes to wipe away the tears shed. You tried to steady your voice and even your breaths.

"What's up?"

"Hey, what do you want for-"

"I swear to god, please do not ask me what I want for dinner."

"Sorry, I won't... Are you okay?"

Eijirou didn't wait for your answer before pulling the bathroom door open. He frowned at your form, on your knees with your hand pressing into your mouth, obvious tears streaking down your face. He sat down on the ground next to you, pulled your body on top of his lap, and wrapped his arms around your frame. Carefully, he tried to pry your hands away from your mouth.

"It's okay baby, it's okay. I'll figure dinner out. I can go to the store, I can get your favorite, or there's takeout. You want takeout?"

Your sobs grew louder as Eijirou rocked you in his arms, trying desperately to comfort you. You didn't want to worry him, you didn't want him to see you break down. He was a hero who could handle everything, and you were a med-student who couldn't handle getting yelled at by a customer. You felt another pair of hands on your body, rubbing your arms and whispering words. Your sobs must have attracted Katsuki's attention.

Great. Another person to see the stressed med-student finally crack.

"Hey, what's wrong princess? What's wrong? Did some fuckin' extra hurt you? I'll fuck them up, they won't even know what hit them."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's okay baby, just that it all out."

"It's the stupid holiday rush. A woman got mad at me, she called me a stupid whore and threatened to spit on me, then my manager said I handled it too poorly and lost a valuable customer. My manager singled me out and gave me shitty jobs, and made me deal with any upset customers. I have a fifty-page paper due soon, my teacher hates me and medical school is so fucking hard."

"I'll fucking blow up the department store."

"Katsuki, no."

"Katsuki, yes!"

"I'm fine, I can handle it-"

Katsuki pressed a kiss against your lips to get you to shut up. It was a long, deep one. One he would have liked to get earlier but you had deprived him of, all due to these fuckers putting you in a stressful sad state.

"You're overexerting yourself. Just drop your shitty job, simple as that."

"I need to pay for medical school. It's so expensive, student loans won't cover it all."

"Princess. You have a fifty-page paper due and you barely have time for it because of your job. What good is paying for medical school if you don't pass it?"

"Baby, Katsuki's right. We can pay for it, we might not be pros yet, but we still bring in a hefty amount combined. Well, take care of yourself."

You bit your lip, contemplating their words. Katsuki was right. What good is paying your school bills if you didn't have the grades to stay in the program? But you didn't want to take their money. You didn't want to be the girl who had to leach off of her boyfriends.

"It's really expensive..."

"I know you hate the idea of us paying for it, so we'll compromise. We pay now, and you can pay us back after you've graduated."

"I think that sounds like a fair deal. Consider it a secondary student loan."

"Okay, I'll quit... But you have to let me pay back every single dime, not a penny less."

Eijirou buried his face in your neck, leaving little grateful kisses up to your ear where he left sweet little murmurs and whispers.

"You've got this babe. For now, just destress, we can all take a shower, and we can even convince Katsuki to do his thing."

A little smile makes way to your face as you lace your fingers with Katsuki. You bring his hand up to your face and leave soft kisses on his knuckles as you and Eijirou look at him with pleading eyes.

"Will you do the thing...?"

"What thing-Oh. No. Last time I said I was done, I mean it."

"Please, Katsuki... It'll help me destress and relax."

"Yeah. Do it for her."

Katsuki gives you both a scowl, but you could see a discreet smile break though as he stood up. He put his hand out to help you up out of Eijirou's lap and lead you both to the kitchen.

"I swear to fucking god, this is the last time I'm doing this. I mean it this time."

Katsuki grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before proceeding to grab the knives and measuring cups.

"Now, what do you want for dinner?"

[vix-journals]

Just thinking about how I'm an angry person and how volatile I can be. I don't know if it's just how I am or my meds fucking with me, but I'm just so fucking toxic.

I've gotten pissed off at my friend three separate times just this year.

First time for getting me sick, but that anger was pretty short-lived and nothing really became of it.

Second time for not being there after my test when he said he would be. It was a misunderstanding and he left briefly because he didn't expect me to be done early. It reminded me of when he went to look at apartments with a group of friends that he is going to live with next semester, leaving me alone on the anniversary of my attempt, a day I told him I did not want to be and could not safely be alone on. I kept the anger bottled for a bit, ignoring and being very cold to him. Eventually, it was in front of our friends that I lashed out, bringing up the time he left me before, comparing it to the more recent one.

For the rest of the week, I felt awful for doing that and didn't feel I wasn't justified in my anger despite him and multiple others saying I was. Like, if it really mattered so much to me, why didn't I bring it up in November when it happened?

Third time being the comment about our friend weighing less than me. I didn't eat for almost two days and ignored him by taking a nap, only responding when he knocked on my door. I was going to let it go, then he made the same comment again, so I went quiet and went to my dorm shortly after, heavily restricting the next day. When we were at work, I started getting irritated and lashed out, saying something I didn't mean, but knew would hurt. The next day, I finally brought up what has set me off, only after I had realized I fucked up.

I don't feel justified in my anger. I don't have a valid reason to be angry with him. I don't understand why I decide to attack him verbally and be toxic to him when he tries so hard to help me through everything.

This is my best friend, yet I keep treating him terribly. One day he's going to realize he doesn't have to take it and leave me for real. He doesn't deserve my abuse. He doesn't deserve to feel like he has to tread lightly to avoid setting me off. It's not right.

I know I should just... not? But, god, I'm irrational and quick to anger and I don't think about how badly I'm hurting him in the moment.

Fuck, I don't know. I'm just not a good person.