#and yet… no its my fault for watching a video IN MY ROOM

[traumagenica]

i love my husband i love him so fucking much but if he comes in here and interrupts my alone time again i might have to maul him

[spidrgirl]

MILES MORALES 1610 X READER

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Masterlist: here ➼

Pairing: Miles Morales x sweet girlfriend ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: Headcanons of miles (1610) and his sweet girlfriend who he is absolutely obsessed with and whipped for!

Genre: fluff + slight angst

Word count: 801

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➳ Miles morales loveees quality time with the people who loves, and especially with you. If you arent laid up at his house chilling while watching him play video games, you were probably out exploring the city of New York with eachother.

➳ Miles Morales definitely likes hugs. You know, the kinds of hugs where he can smell your perfume and become so lost in the scent that he'll still be able to smell it when you let go of him. The kind of hugs where your soft and warm body is pressed against his, and he just feels like he's at home.

"can i have one more hug ma? ion wanna let you go yet.." he'll mutter before slowly bringing you closer to him.

➳ Miles morales who is always scouting for you. When he's at school, he's looking through hallways just to get a glimpse of you. during nightly patrols, he swings by your houses and glances into your window hoping to see you peacefully sleeping in the security of your home. When he knows that you are, he finally feels okay.

"Thank god shes alright" He whispers to himself before swinging back around the city.

➳ Miles Morales definitely loves when you plays with his hair. He loves feeling your soft fingers softly massaging his scalp while you tell him all the things you did that day, or just things that you want to do in the future. Whatever it is, he loves hearing it just because *you're* the one talking.

"Mhm, tell me more mama" he'll mumble while slowly falling asleep in your arms.

➳ Miles Morales likes kisses! Kisses on his neck, jaw, or cheeks just make him fold everytime. You can definitely expect makeout sessions to frank ocean or the weeknd playing in the background of his dark room, one of his hands draped around your waist and the other in your hair or cupping your cheeks.

➳ Miles Morales who hates arguing with you. He doesn't like leaving any conversation on a bad note, especially after Uncle Aarons death. He just feels like any moment could be the last he spends with you, so he tries to make the most out of any and every conversation he has with you.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes has his days where all he thinks about is Uncle Aaron. He comes to your house, enters your room without even knocking with low eyes and a tense body. You immediately rush to him, giving him kisses and multiple hugs while reminding him that his uncle would be so proud of him.

He doesn't say anything in reponse in that moment, but you know he's grateful that he can always rely on you in situations like these.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes calls you late at night holding back tears, especially when he hasn't had much time to see you because of spidey-business. He constantly goes on mute so you won't hear him sniffling, but you can always tell.

He just misses his sweet girl so much, and feels like he isn't doing enough to make time for her. You always remind him that he's always enough, and forever will be.

"I-I dont know. I just..." he pauses, trying to find the right words to say."I just miss you, that's all. I feel like we dont spend as much time as we should..and its my fault you know?".

➳ Miles Morales who helps you study. Sometimes, you feel really stupid around him. You're smart, but you dont feel like you're smart in the same way he is. It seems like he always knows the answers to everything, while you struggle with answering even the most basic of questions. He reassures you that you are smart, and probably even more so than he is. It doesn't convince you though, so he makes time after school to help you study and do homework with him. Really though, its just an excuse to hang out with you.

"See ma? You aren't stupid. You just need to stop doubting yourself. Podrías ser mucho mejor que yo si simplemente crees en ti mismo." He'll tell you, pulling you in for a hug as he plants soft kisses all over your face.

➳ Miles Morales who gives you the first and last bites of his food. If you have problems with eating, he'll always reassure you that your body is fine just that way it is, and encourage you to eat with him.

"Say ah.." he'll urge, holding a spoon full of the pozole his mother had made just a few hours prior.

➳ Miles Morales will always win the 'i love you more' game. No matter how much you try to argue that you love him the most, he knows that it'll always be the opposite. Its just no topping his love for you.

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#tags #milesmorales #milesmoralesupremacy #milesmoralesfluff #acrossthespiderverse !!

[cherrywrecked]

princess — jang wonyoung.

since you guys seemed to like these, here i am with another one.

cw: nsfw in the middle of the fic. wonyoung x fem reader. cnc. somno? sub!wony. mommy kink. you're wonyoung's makeup artist. mentions of chaewon from le sserafim.

jang wonyoung—she's everybody's princess. everything she does just seems so fancy, elegant, beautiful yet at the same time, innocent. a lot of people love her for it, but of course, as an idol, that could just be a facade, right? wrong. for wonyoung, she really is like that. beautiful, elegant, sweet, but more importantly, she's yours.

she's no saint. jang wonyoung was far from being innocent and all of that was your fault. sure, she was once a cute little lamb, but ever since she met you, she changed. still sweet, but not innocent. how can you call her that when almost every night when she has the free time, she drops by your apartment, begging for you to make her cum?

you don't have any schedules with wonyoung until next week and it was killing her. you, on the other hand, is so busy with the back to back come back shows of artists you work for so really, you don't have much time to think about her. not until you got a message from her just after you finished packing up your things from le sserafim's shoot today.

wonyoung:

hi, mommy! i missed you today. i've heard from chaewon eonnie that you were working with them today. good luck and i hope you get to finish early. if you do, stop by my flat and spend the night with me? i miss you a lot.

ah, jang wonyoung, truly the cutest princess you've ever had. you immediately started typing a reply for her, letting her know you're free for the rest of the night. it was only nine pm, anyways, and undeniably, you missed her as well. so it was a win-win for the both of you. you felt your phone buzzed on your pockets as you were bidding your bye's with your team, but you didn't get to view it until you were in your car.

of course, it was a video from wonyoung feeling herself. along with it is a message that read; “can't wait to take these off for you tonight, mommy.” and so did you. you can't wait to see her.

it was exactly ten thirty pm when you arrived at her flat. without bothering to knock, you just typed in her passcode and let yourself in. wonyoung wasn't in her living room, so you quickly called out for her. “wonyoung? i'm here, princess.” you said as you walked towards her room. it was open, and there you saw wonyoung in the same clothes she wore on the video, except she fell asleep. she must've been so tired today, but you came all the way here, you're not going to let the night end without having a taste of her.

carefully settling yourself next to her, you caressed her hair as you called out her name softly. “baby, wake up, mommy's here.” but wonyoung was sleeping so deeply. she looked so pretty asleep, but the straps of her top slid off her shoulder already, exposing a bit of her chest and you could see a glimpse of her pinkish nipples. you bit your lower lip as you let your hand do its thing— tugging her top down, fully exposing wonyoung's chest. her nipples were hard— probably because of the aircon.

not saying anything, you just started to play with her nipples which made wonyoung squirm in her sleep. god, she's so cute. you pinched her nipples, rolling both of them around your fingers as you watch them get harder. wonyoung, sensitive as ever, parted her lips as she lets out the cutest pants and quiet moans. “mommy...” she moaned asleep. she's dreaming—or at least she thinks she is. wonyoung shifted, her legs now spread just enough for you to fit one of your hands in between them. she was wearing cotton shorts with nothing underneath and you can see her pink, shaven pussy. you smirked, taking one nipple onto your mouth as you played with the other, your gaze locked on her beautiful, flushed face. “sorry, princess, mommy just can't help herself.” you whispered against her ear whilst your free hand traveled south to her pussy. pushing the fabric to the side, you exposed her cunt before using your index finger to lightly pat her clit, loving how wonyoung would squirm every time your finger touched her.

wonyoung again shifted, giving you more space to play with her princess parts while you brought your kisses down to her stomach, and eventually, her center. still with the shorts on, you pressed a kiss just above her clit, watching wonyoung's sleeping face as you do. no reaction, you hated it. getting bolder, you pulled her shorts to the side before you flattened your tongue above her slit. finally, another reaction. wonyoung's eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head to the side. you started to circle the tip of your tongue around her clit, and wonyoung could only moan in her sleep. she still thinks she's dreaming, but she feels too good for this to just be a dream, right?

you wrapped your lips around her clit, softly sucking on her sensitive muscle and that's when wonyoung found herself waking up. shocked, but she was feeling so good. “m-mommy, y-you're here—a-ah! m-more, please...” wonyoung, still groggy, has now finally her legs spread widely enough for you to fit in between them and eat her out. “s-so good, mommy... more, please. m-more...” wonyoung breathe out, one hand cupping her boob while the other held a fistful of your hair, pushing you more against her.

wonyoung was a squirming mess and you could feel her juices dripping down to her ass. you toyed her hole with her own wetness, teasing the younger. “f-fingers, please... please please! 'm so horny, mommy, please.” wonyoung begged through her lashes, her doe eyes that looked so innocent yet full of lust. you gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers inside of her. “ssshh, baby, it's okay, mommy's here.” god, she's so tight that she can't even handle two of your slender fingers. wonyoung arched her back as she stabilized her breath, walls clenching tightly around your digits. wonyoung swear she could cum with them alone without the need for you to move them around, but of course, she's learned her lesson not to cum without your permission.

“m-mommy... so so good, f-fuck...” she moaned, hips moving subconsciously. this made you chuckle, seeing her so desperate for you. “yeah? you miss mommy's fingers, baby?” wonyoung could only nod as she pushed your head more against her. taking her signal, you went ahead and started to suck on her clit as you started to move your fingers in and out slowly, gradually increasing your pace. wonyoung's moans are just as pretty as her face. you looked up at her through your lashes and god, you can't believe that a jang wonyoung is caught around your fingers... quite literally.

it didn't take long for wonyoung to feel the familiar knot forming on her tummy. she started to move her hips more and clenched even tighter around your digits and you knew, she was close. not wanting to disappoint the lady, you started to flick on her clit with your tongue before slightly pulling away, “cum for me, baby. cum for mommy.” and again, wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking on it harshly, the same time you started curling your fingers inside of her, making sure the tip of your digits hit her sweet spot every time.

“c-cumming! mommy, mommy! fuck, 'm cumming...!”, strings of high pitched moans and profanities escaped wonyoung's lips as she came around your fingers and face. you helped her ride her high by gently flicking on her clit, tongue rolling around her labia which made wonyoung squirm even more. finally pulling away, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled her down to kiss your lips, tasting herself on your mouth. “wonyoungie missed you, mommy.” and you knew that with the way she locked her long legs around your waist. you were sure that tonight was going to be a long, pleasurable night for the both of you.

[hughesyodaddy43]

you're gonna be okay ⎸ J.H

Jack Hughes x Reader synopsis : when Jack loses a big game, he comes over to seek support from his favourite person. word count: 1.5k warnings: sad jack, fluff, angst? Authors note: I have more fanfics coming soon, i have a range of them pre -planned with covers and titles and I read everyones request so if i don't get to yours then it's because i already have a story planned for that player or request. I hope you like this one :)

I slumped down on my bed, easily immersing myself in the world of fiction, every now and then munching on the bowl of popcorn I had sitting beside me. Jack was playing for team USA tonight so I was waiting patiently for him to message me that the game ended so we could call or hang out. Something about these big games excited me, not for the sport but for the post game interviews. 

It was nice to watch the interviews and read through the comments as if you couldn't just ask Jack the same questions yourself and actually get real and honest answers. 

You didn't know the final score yet so you went on youtube to see if a post game interview was up and you were met with the prettiest blue puppy dog eyes you've ever seen, but you knew jack and this was definitely not gonna be a happy interview. You click on the video and are met with a saddened Jack on the verge of tears, your heart aches for him as you listen to his answers; you were mad that they would interview a 17year old on the verge of tears and still ask the most idiotic questions. 

I only made it about 5 minutes into the video before I  got a message on my phone.

Jack 💘:  I’m outside. 

                                                 Okay, coming down now.         

I  walk down towards the front door and see a dishevelled jack peering back at me.

“Hi. Can I come in?” The young hockey player asks while twirling with his fingers. 

“Of course” I answer, slightly smiling at him as I move my body so he can slip past me. 

He walks through my doorway and up towards my room, I trail behind him closely up until he reaches my bed and slumps down on it , exhaustion evident on his face as he looks up at me standing in the doorway. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly, not wanting to make him feel worse, though judging by the way his lip quivered and his head shook, I'm not sure that was the right decision. 

“We lost” he says just above a whisper 

“Hm?” I walked closer to him and sat beside him, reaching over to hold his hand that he was fiddling with in his lap. “We lost the game, we lost everything” he states, audible this time.

“Oh. well it’s okay-” "NO ITS NOT OKAY” Jack yells, standing up and turning to face me, running his hands through his freshly washed hair. “It's not okay, I let my team down, I let my parents down, I've let everyone down and I'm so tired” he rants on, quieting down towards the end. 

“Hey, hey . It is okay, alright? Just because you've lost this game, doesn't mean you've lost everything"

"yes it does, you have no idea what it's like to lose something like this. You don't have to worry about making sure you end up drafted. You'll never know.” ' Jack replies quickly, raising his voice once  again 

“you havent lost everything,i know it feels like it and i know you’re upset. But please don’t start yelling at me when I'm just trying to help you.'' He looks at me after I say this, tears filling up his eyes.

 “You’re right, im sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm just so angry at myself, I could've played better , we could've won but I let everyone down." I stand up and walk in front of him 

“Hockey is a team sport, Jack. One loss isn't your fault, besides all hockey players lose big games, even the best of the best.” Jack doesn't reply, instead he just nods his head and wipes a falling tear from his cheek.

“You’re an amazing player Jack, anyone can see that. You played well, and so did everyone else. Losses happen, it wouldn't be competitive if nobody lost.” He nods again, looking down at the ground. 

I sigh before continuing “why don't we just lay down and watch a movie?hm?” i ask 

The boy sniffles before nodding, replying with a light yeah as he makes his way back over to my bed. He sits against the headboard and watches me as I sit down and open my laptop. Stupidly i forgot to close the youtube tab i had opened from his interview and there it was, my boys said face displayed on my computer. I look over at Jack, he stares at the screen then back at me. 

“Sorry, i usually watch your post game interviews” i apologise.``its okay, i think its cute you watch my interviews” he smiles lightly at me, his beautiful smile that i didnt think i'd see tonight was there on display “what can i say? You're just too hard to resist” I joke, gaining a light chuckle from the boy  before fixing my eyes back to the screen so we can pick something to watch.

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“Do you really think everything will be okay?” Jack asks in a mumble. “Mhm, you're gonna be okay” Jack leans up to face me “i'm gonna be okay” he repeats “you’re gonna be okay” i reply before he leans in and presses his soft lips on mine, we pull away and jack returns to his previous position, snuggling his face into my neck. “Goodnight, Jack. Love you” i say softly “mm night, love you too y/nn” jack replies before swiftly drifting off to a much needed sleep.

I wrap my arms around Jack in a warm embrace, sinking down into the pillows and pulling the blanket up higher. Light snores are audible from the boy as he leans into my touch, even when he's sleeping, he still manages to tighten his arms around me, lightly rubbing circles on my skin from where my shirt rolled up. I play with his hair while  allowing my eyes to grow heavy and fall into a peaceful slumber. Comfortable with the outcome of this otherwise devastating night

[itsyagurlchip]

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Video Game Lover💜٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺warnings: cussing(!) (Y/N) is used (😱)(!) mentions of injury and bone (!)

✰⋆⁺Im actually really loving this plot that I'm coming up with. I hope the world around Player (that's what I'm calling reader) is making sense. Since I haven't written for this fic for a long time, I'm gonna try to finish this as i go thru the summer, and hope to finish it around august or september! Enjoyyyy!!!

✰⋆⁺ Chapter 2: What to Do...What to Do!?

(Chapter 1) | (Chapter 3)

WELCOME BACK! GAME START? (ok, back here...)

YES NO (here we go again)

{ tip:the shadows are sentient, its best to not ager them } (you spelt anger wrong lmao)

{ shut up! I'm trying to help you >:(( } (who even are you???)

{ It's me! } (who-!?)

GAME LOADING

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That interaction was odd. you wondered who that could've been.

or better yet,

what the hell happened after you finished reading that semi-biography gnome obituary? And why didn't Nigel have enough paper???

what were you thinking about? your memory is fuzzy. oh well.

Now the area in looked vastly different than the previous one, which disoriented you a bit.

Looking around, you saw that the world still had a pastel palette. Except this time, instead if a forest, it looked more like a field.

The inconsistent style between the character design and the background pissed you off, as you were still pixels.

But, instead of worrying about that, you drive your attention to your surroundings once more.

The grass looked super stiff, and despite the sensation of wind showing on your sprite, nothing actually moved along with it.

Oddly enough, the creator didn't add any flowers, which honestly surprised you. Instead, there were soft and plump succulents (???) and small bunnies and insect-critter thingies crawling around.

Who the hell designed and produced this game?

while your headache was growing bigger, you decided to press that white check mark above your head once more.

(Update!!✨ New Page Unlocked✨!)

1.Stats

Lives: 1

Death Count: 0

Health: 25/30

Attack 2/20

4.Objectives (✨new✨)

FIND GNOME HUT ◻

EAT SPARKLE BERRIES ◻

TEST YOUR POWERS ◻

The first thing that you noticed was the lack of health you had. Didn't you have full health? Then, looking towards the new page, you figured out why.

Honestly, you were lucky because it seemed that only hunger could personally damage you. Damn thirst.

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Back in Donnie's lab, Mikey, Leo and Raph sat in silence.

"So Leo-"

"Guys look!, the screen!" Leo interrupted, shallowly 'saving' himself. On the computer, it showed a round world with a pixelated character right in the middle.

It was you! But not?

The outfit you wore was something that the real you would never wear. Being broke and all. *cough* snacks *cough*

"(Y/N)'s a royal!! My prayers have been answered!!" Mikey sighs comically, despite not intending for them to be sucked into a video game for his wishes to come true, "I'll take what I can get."

"I knew it! It was Mikey's fault!" Leo said, jabbing a finger at the little man. "He and his 'DoCter FeEliNgS' cursed Donnie to never find love, man I hope Jaquelin's okay, AND TOOK ONE OF OUR HUMAN FRIENDS! prayers for homegirl. " Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you tripped the girl and she ended up in a hospital because Donnie was buildin' her a gift instead of your dumbass 'uNicORn RocKeT'" Mikey then gestured to his leg. as Leo crossed his arms and looked away. "Her bone was sticking out of her knee!"

"I've already told you, !" Leo yelled, "Jaquelin just so happened to walk in front of my leg! And the building just so happened to come to an edge- which was totally not caused by my lack of perception!" Leo huffed and stomped out of the room.

"So that was....o-okay-" Raph blinked froggily. Focusing back on the screen, he watched as you adjusted the crown on your head, curiously looking around. Raph found it cute how your sprite blinks with wide eyes.

"Back to my favorite couple!" Mikey said, looking towards where Raph was. The music in this is annoying as hell, they both agreed.

On screen, they watched as you tried to figure the world out, cheering you on as they watched you grab a log to cross the rushing river. Despite being mouthless in the world, you still had a range of emotions on your face that both turtles enjoyed.

Now, you pressed on into the woods, your sprite skipping along in happiness. And suddenly stopped. A question mark appeared on your forehead before an exclamation mark popped up soon after. an idea?

Raph raised an eyebrow, before watching you reach your arm up to the white check mark above your head. Almost instantly, a page of black opened up. Purple lettering began to quickly type out across the page, a long with a note a the bottom.

Mikey was already sitting down in Donnie's gaming chair with a bag of popcorn, snuggling into the blanket as a voice actor began reading out the letter.

F in the chat for Nigel, he deserved better.

It was like a movie! A terribly illustrated, yet fully interesting, predictably flash backing, movie! Mikey wasn't gonna let this new form of entertainment go to waste.

He instead typed in the keyboard shortcut for screen recording, and sat back and watched.

Raph sighed and plopped himself down onto the floor, tired of standing anyway.

In a flash, the screen suddenly turned black, startling the boys as they leaned forward. Immediately they relaxed, seeing that it was simply a loading screen.

"[give player tips (?)]" The screen blinked, waiting for the "viewers" to make their choice.

YES NO

Mikey chose the right answer- god forbid (Y/N) takes this for granted.

Tip: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

"Hey Raph! Can I borrow your phone real quick?" Mikey asked.

Raph, already knowing what to do, pulled up the wheel of names, and inserted each number twenty times, before spinning and landing on the number 2.

"Number 2!! Raph was rootin' for 4 tho-" He said, shaking his head solemnly.

Mikey, chuckling a bit, chose the number on the screen. There was a tingling sensation in his head, which he'll just get medication for later! This was way too fun.

In a flash, Mikey was dissipating into the computer screen.

"OH SHI-" *pop!*

Raph sat there, stunned, just as Leo walked back in the room with April.

April, being the badass she is, noticed something wrong.

"Where's Mikey?"

i hope this is making you guys laugh. i literally i haven't touched this in weeks. I think im gonna stick to 2nd person, because i find that my silly shit is easier to reference and the narrating is funnier. I really wanted to make this longer but I just had to cut it off there or it would seem wayyyy to run-on for me.

Anything you guys wanna reference? some memes?

Also, do you guys recommend anything for the stats page? i feel like i shouldn't list all of that out (i may tire myself out as well as you guys) so i want to find a way to make that easier.

wait nvm- that lowkey gave me an idea. i think it'll help you guys visualize better as well too-

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[tinydemonpuppy]

It's a Sunday, I know mommy is coming over today but not yet when... Last week I gave her a key so she can just show up at any time. Eagerly waiting in discord telling my friends I'm excited but nervous for what is about to happen, checking my room door every few minutes to see if I can hear mommy coming but doesn't show up for hours. at this point my friends are laughing at the fact that's I'm dying inside from the wait and excitement not able to function properly while telling me "this is what you signed up for, isn't it..." "its your own fault" while they keep joking on even though I got all shy and flustered barely able to speak (that turned me on a lot)

It's time. As I hear the front door unlock I get up, run and jump into mommy's arms while she lifts me up and pins me to the wall to give me lots of horny kisses. But mommy has to pee very badly... So she puts me on all fours and spanks my ass hard telling me to crawl to the shower where she started peeing over my face and have it dripping down my naked body but mommy wasn't done yet... Mommy is never done... she then grabbed me by my hair and started face fucking me trying to push her big girlcock down my throat deeper and deeper till she pulled out and cummed all over my face so she could then clean me off with more pee. after that I'm just sitting there on the floor for a moment as a hot dirty mess defeated and barely able to think

Mommy turned on the showers and washed me of then padded me dry so we can have some dinner and cuddels. Mommy always takes good care of me after we do stuff like this 🩷 She needs some appreciation because she is such a good and respectful owner!

Anyways... all of a sudden she brings out a package and tells me to sit. As she gave me the first gift I jumped up and started kissing her without opening the package first... it was an anal hook! Wich I have been wanting to try for so longggg. The next gift was a cute blond puppy tail plug it's so pretty and completely made my heart melt (pictures soon). The third gift was a huge speculum that can fit almost 2 fists... the thought of that made my legs shake since mommy had been very vocal about fisting the past week. Soon... Soon...

Later in the evening we are watching a video as I'm all curled up in mommys arms cuddling until have the sudden urge to start biting her arm. Hasitating because she might punish me I bite her but softly. I notice I'm turning her on and doesn't stop me from touching her so I get on top and start biting her all over trying to be gentile as I bite mommys nipples and stroke her girldick. Then I started riding mommy but I have very bad stamina so when I couldn't continue I begged for mommy to fuck me. As she started pounding my ass roughly I started to wimper and wine because mommy felt so good but my prostate felt so sensitive I almost cried. "on your back" she told me proceeding to hit my prostate harder and fucking me rougher and rougher I felt so small as she hovers over me while grunting like a hungry wolf devouring it's prey and cumming inside of me filling me up (THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT TO ME)

Then she took me for a walk to get some food, mommy asked if I wanted the prostate massager or the buttplug for the walk... I went for the buttplug thinking it would be a regular plug but nooo the dumb puppy was wrong... it was a remote controlled vibrating plug she would control while I was in the store picking up the food trying to act as normal as I possible kdjdjdkd.... Could..... I got all hot and red at the counter acting shy while thanking the man for my food. As I walk away with shakey legs wondering when mommy would turn down the vibe plug, mommy just forgot it was on for the 20 minute walking home as she found out when we got back because she heard buzzing, laughed and said I should forget stuff like this more or just tie you up and leave you there while I go do my own thing... I MELTED at the thought of overstimulation

As we are talking and enjoying our evening mommy gets horny again... Get in doggy she says proceeding to spank me hard, Is my cute puppy girl ready to take the big knotted dildo? she asks while she puts on her strap getting close behind me and slowly starts slides it in forcing it deeper and deeper, calling me her bitch as she fully stretched me out, fucking me silly trying to push the big knot inside me as I whimper and whine. she slowly gets a bit frustrated as I'm not able to fully take the knot, as she pushes harder and harder just not getting it in she suddenly stops. Looks at my gaping hole as she turns me around and starts fucking me with her girldick hitting my insides as I almost cry from the overstimulation. While growling at me, using me and telling me what a good fuckdoll I am she cums deep inside filling me up

after I fell down, barely able to move I almost fell asleep as my mommy cuddled up with me stroking my hair. she praised me for the good job I did taking all that dick for mommy while I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Thank you mommy💖

[junoswrlld]

✧˖°📖nerd antics ୨୧˚

choi soobin x gn!reader 1.9k words warning swearing & lowercase intended & kms jokes genre fluff, established relationship, crack(this was very unserious) featuring sim jake-enhypen and eunchae- le serrafim junos’s note this is supossed to be a birthday present for nai @run2seob happy birthday pookster *runs away*

mini synopsis -- u do nerd anime stuff with Soobin (he shows u anime figure collection & jake jumpscare)

Friday 3am

your phone screen illuminated your face in the otherwise dimly lit room as tonight was just like any night for you, the usual scrolling through tiktok at 3am, more specifically scrolling through the soobin hashtag.

it was definitely endearing seeing all the heartwarming things moas would post about soobin. The genuine affection they harbored for your boyfriend, was palpable. Their posts ranged from heartwarming anecdotes to hilariously relatable observations, all testament to the magnetic charm of Soobin.

but one video caught your eye, an episode of Eunchae's Star Diary, a close friend of yours interviewing Soobin and Kai. It was a compilation a fan made of all their favorite clips from the show. about halfway through the clip show Eunchae asks Soobin about his fixation with anime.

Eunchae leaned in and asked, "oh, Soobin you like anime?"

soobin laughed, feigning surprise. "ah yes, how'd you know?" he said.

eunchae couldn't help but chuckle in response, "Aren't you famous for it....?"

seeing this clip made you go down a rabbit hole of trying to find times when Soobin talked about the interest of his of anime. and in one video he seems to mention having a shelf of sorts the he uses to display anime figures. This intrigues you because it's not like you didn't know of this fascination, having been dating him for a little over two months of course he's told you all about it, but a shelf dedicated to figures? you've heard no talk of the sort.

and you've also had to chance to see such thing since you haven't yet been to soobins dorm, thus you've also never got the chance to see this shelf, so you decided to text him about it

you: u collect anime figures??? soobie:WHO TOLD U?!?!?!? you: u did? you:i watched a clip of u mentioning it soobie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO you: its not that embarrassing soobinnnn soobie: SO U ADMIT ITS AT LEAST A LITTLE WEIRD?!?!? you: WHAT NO you:id collect them too if i had the money soobie: really?? soobie:oh my gosh im in love you: omg wtf kms ur killing me you: anyways can i come over tomorrow(x together)? you:or i guess later today since its 3am soobin: like after practice? ofc u can you: im #scared after what ive seen of the dorms from tiktok you:a bike right by the stove? really? soobie:OMG LOL ill definitely clean it up for u you: u better

5 hours later (8am)

soobie:y/n. you: what???? soobie: i just heard my 8am alarm go off you: not my fault u couldnt stop talking to me soobie: real u just have too much rizz you:real!!! soobie: but i gotta get ready to go to practice now you: wanna reschedule when i come over then? you:yknow so u (and me) can get some sleep? soobie:ur just reading my mind you: we should have planed it for tmr any since its saturady soobie: omg were so not smart you:im very smart idk about u tho you: since u spend all ur money on anime figures n stuff soobie: honestly fair

Saturday 2pm

you've arrived at the dorm building, its a modern structure with a sleek and contemporary design. It stands tall, several stories high, with large windows that allow plenty of natural light to filter through. The exterior is adorned with a combination of glass and steel, giving it a polished and sophisticated look.

The entrance is well-lit, and as you step inside, you're greeted by a spacious and stylish lobby. The walls are decorated with subtle, tasteful artwork, featuring images of past achievements or group photos of the residents. The floor is immaculately tiled, and there's a reception desk where visitors can check-in.

after the rigorous check-in process of the front desk ladies just making sure you're not some crazy fan trying to break into the dorms, they point you in the direction of the elevators you would be taking to Soobin's room.

As you step into the elevator, your anticipation for seeing Soobin intensifies. The doors start to close, and just before they shut completely, a hand slips through, causing the doors to retract. You look up, and to your surprise, you find yourself face to face with a group of idols entering the elevator.

you think that maybe it's one of the front desk ladies that might have forgotten something? or maybe it's Soobin getting to his dorm at the same time you did. so without giving it a second thought you spam the "open door" button, hoping to help whoever is on the other side of the door.

just when you think that it's surely soobin based on the height the person entering the elevator has, he turn to meet eyes with you.

JAKE?!!!?!??!?! FROM ENHYPEN???????

of course, you have idol friends since you're dating the Choi Soobin, but he hasn't introduced you to Enhypen yet! you don't even think he's told them about your relationship, so what if Jake thinks you're some crazy fan like the front desk ladies did??

jake side-eyes you as he exits the elevator, reaching his floor, clearly thinking you're not supposed to be there. silently relieved that the awkward encounter has come to an end, at least for the moment since you can't stop replaying the moment in your head and cringing.

exiting the elevator onto the floor where Soobin's apartment is located, the hallway greets you with a quiet atmosphere. as you walk, the recent awkward encounter with Jake replays in your mind, leaving behind a sense of unease and self-consciousness. however, amidst these feelings, there's a spark of excitement, especially considering this is your first time visiting Soobin's dorm. the anticipation adds an extra layer to the mix as you make your way down the hallway.

as you reach Soobin's apartment door, marked '127' as he had told you. taking a deep breath, you knock, eager to see him but after 10 seconds of awkwardly waiting outside his door you hear a loud thud coming from the other side. you knock again, thinking his clumsy ass might've fallen over and hurt himself.

just as you were about to knock again the door wings open, and soobins stumbles to lean against the door frame.

"hey, uh, you come here often? i said that with Rizz by the way." Soobin says with a sheepish grin, trying to mask the fact that he stumbled with his charisma. His disheveled appearance and the loud thud suddenly make sense.

as you observe Soobins slightly disarrayed state, a realization dawns on you. the charm in his smile doesn't quite hide the signs of a hurried cleanup. the misplaced items and the askew chair suggest that he must have been rushing to tidy up the place right before your arrival. and the thud? Probably something clattering to the floor in the midst of his cleanup efforts.

"hold on, why do you look so shaken up??? i swear the dorm isnt that bad, i cleaned it up and none of the boys are here. you good?"

"NO DUDE I LITERALLY JUST SAW JAKE FROM EHYPEN. I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LISTEN TO EHYPEN THE SAME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!"

soobin gestures at you to come in and you do. "it couldn't have been that bad y/nnn. what did he say anyway?"

"he didn't say anything BUT he did give me the nastiest side-eye on the planet. and i swear if i was near a cliff i would've jumped cause that interaction made me wanna kill myself."

"i hope you're joking about the last part cause i dunno what id do without you pookie." he says while winking and putting up double peace signs.

you couldn't help but cringe, your eyebrows involuntarily scrunching together.

"some light aegyo didn't make you feel better?" soobins shoulders slumped, and he cast his gaze downward in defeat. "how about i put on a studio ghibli film so you don't die of embarrassment?" he says while guiding you to sit on the living room couch.

"spirited away."

"what?"

"put on spirited away."

"of course"

after a Mini Studio Ghibli movie marathon, you remember the main reason you wanted to come over in the first place.

Soobin's cheeks flush slightly as you enthusiastically exclaim, "OH RIGHT!!! where's your little figure collection hiding? that's like the main reason I'm here."

"WHAT ANIME FIGURES?!?!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!!"

"YOU ALREADY TOLD ME YOU HAVE THEM?????? WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED??"

"i thought you might've already forgotten, and why do you wanna see it so bad anyway?"

"soobin, i literally think it's cool. plus i wanna see the things you're passionate about or whatever." you say with a teasing smile, trying to ease the tension of his embarrassment.

soobin sighs, giving in to your insistence. "i guess if you wanna see it so bad." He murmurs softly, fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you towards his room with a gentle tug.

as you enter soobins room you can clearly tell that the living room was the only one he bothered tidying up, as all of his room was left in chaos.

"welcome to my humble abode" Soobin says, gesturing playfully around the room.

"I'm surprised the figures aren't scattered across the floor with how messy this place is."

"to be fair i didn't exactly have time to clean considering you never told me when you'd be here till you were 10 minutes away"

"i guess you're right but wheres this shelf full of figures ive heard so much about?"

soobin pulls you out of the doorway and closes the door behind you, revealing the infamous collection that was hiding behind the opened door.

"WOAH. this is way more than i thought it would be."

"so it is weird???"

"WHAT?!? NO, if anything its really impressive cause how do you have all the money for this??"

"i'm an idol."

"oh right. well anyway, who's this girl?" you say as you go to pick up a chibi-looking figure. when you're only inches away from picking it up soobin slaps your hand away.

"what was that for!?!?!?!" You ask, fingers instinctively reaching for the tender spot where the impact landed.

"don't touch them?? they're only for display. and that's a Nendoroid of Lillie from the pokemon anime, kai bought her for me. also how did you not recognize her? do you not watch pokemon??"

"okay, nerd. also i hate to break it to you soobin but the last time i watched an episode of pokemon i was 12"

"im heartbroken," he says dramatically stumbling away from you, grasping onto his chest (CUZ THATS WHERE HIS HEART IS). "you've broken my heart, this is to much to bear."

"don't worry soob, I'll buy you a new figure to mend your "broken" heart"

"REALLY????? are you serious cause there's this one figure i really want to preorder," he says grabbing his phone out of his pocket at the speed of light to show you what he's talking about

"soobin do you really think i have the money for that? also, what the fuck is a Nendoroid???? what kind of alien name is that?"

"Nendoroid is the chibi figures, they're my personal have to collect."

"this wasn't as mind-blowing as i thought it would be."

"what did you expect?"

"i dunno maybe some secret underground vault of ultra-rare figures guarded by miniature anime warriors or something"

"Well, sorry to disappoint. But hey, can we go back to watching Studio Ghibli movies now?"

"absolutely"

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 43

Third POV

It's been hours, but to Jeff, it feels like years. Most of the proxies left due to missions or losing interest in the situation once they knew Jeff wouldn't try getting into the room again. BEN stayed behind, trying his best to comfort him.

"....nothings been determined yet Jeff. She might be -"

"The fucking machine flat lined dipshit just...just shut up..." he whispers, voice shaky.

He has lost all his strength to fight back, that was until he hears footsteps rushing down the hall. He glances up, seeing Hoodie, that gloomy girl, the witch, and Toby. The sight of Toby makes his blood boil. Jeff staggers to his feet. Without hesitation, he pushes past everyone and punches Toby in his cheek, knocking him back against the wall - goggles slipping down his face.

"You... you were supposed to be watching her!" He shouts.

Toby straightens himself back up. He looks at Luna, shaking his head. He didn't want her to intervene. Toby focuses his attention back to Jeff, spitting blood onto the ground.

"S-Something.....came up.." He mumbles, glancing at Luna again.

"What the fuck can possibly be more important than MY GIRL!?" Jeff shouts, trembling hands moving to grip his hair again. "Goddamnit! Why did I put trust in a ticking freak like you!? All you had to do was watch her you-"

"A-And all you had to do w-was get your sh-shit together. You didn't. I t-told you she was getting worse. D-Don't stand here and play victim. Y-You played the b-biggest role in all of this. The one at f-fault is you." Toby said, his tics getting worse.

Jeff, of course, didn't want to admit at Toby's right. Jeff said he wouldn't point fingers, but guess old habits die hard with him rather quickly than others. The guilt is becoming too much for the smiling killer to handle. It shouldn't be surprising. Jeff never felt guilt towards any of the things he's done. In his mind, he's always right - never wrong. Every decision, be it good or bad, is always justified no matter how twisted it may be.

"Must've seen it all then?" Jeff questions, moving away from Toby to lean against the opposite wall.

Toby nods, pulling his mask down to his neck. "I-It was fucked up. That v-video..." he glances at the door, sighing heavily. "I-I knew she would d-do something extreme. S-So I came back to regroup, make sure slenderman was gone. B-But as I said....something came up so-"

"You had Hoodie break me out. Yeah yeah...I get it." Jeff glances at Luna, "it was her, wasn't it?"

Toby doesn't respond, Jeff getting his answer once the gloomy girl breaks down into tears - Hoodie wrapping his arms around her for comfort. A heavy silence falls over them until Iris speaks.

"Sh-She called us...o-over and over again, but I-I...I..Its my f-"

"That wasn't you." Hoodie said sternly, pulling down his hood and taking off his mask. He places his hands on Iris cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe her tears. "That. Wasn't. You." He whispers more softly.

The sight is quite shocking. Jeff can't recall Hoodie speaking more than that. Jeff couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, shaking his head. He glances around everyone.

"Look at us. Killers gettin' all soft for bitches." He laughs, sighing afterwards. "And the ones we were supposed to kill no less."

"It was Zalgo, wasn't it?" BEN ask randomly, all heads turning to him. "Toby said something came up, that girl keeps trying to blame herself, and the witch is here - Slenderman must still be gone too."

"Something along those lines....yes." Luna admits.

Toby's eyes widen. "Luna y-you know you -"

"I already shouldn't be here, Toby. There is no harm in leaking a bit of information."

"But t-that'll-!"

"Toby....I told you it's fine."

It's not fine. Even Jeff can tell that much - but this shit isn't any of his business. He doesn't care about Zalgo, never had - though things could've gone much differently if he encountered him first before slenderman, just a random thought, though. Eboni is his main focus right now.

"It's my fault." Jeff said suddenly, everyone looking at him with widen eyes.

".....I think I'm hearing shit. Did you just....take accountability?" BEN questions, gasping dramatically.

The smiling killer shrugs, glancing at the door for what felt like the hundredth time. "What can I say? Got a soft spot for the bitch on that medical table."

For the first time in Jeff's life, he's taking responsibility - accountability for his actions, the ones he regrets. He should've never left to beat Masky. He could've done that at a later date and warned Eboni beforehand. He should've waited for Eboni to give out more information on the guy that hurt her. He shouldn't have fed into Masky's taunting nor pushed his buttons either. So many should've, could've, and would've - but these thoughts won't change nor erase what has been done. So all Jeff can do is wait for those three to finally deliver the bad news to him.

A new set of footsteps walks down the hall, approaching the group. The stranger has on a long navy trench coat that looks worn out and a striped scarf that seems perfectly stitched - yet this stranger as snitches edged all over their face.

"Never thought I'd hear my brother admit to being at fault of anything. What's the special occasion?", Liu Mason asks with a calming smile.

Jeff looks at his younger brother, his mood souring very quickly. He isn't the mood for this - not here, not now. So the smiling killer refuses to acknowledge his brother's presence, staring at the medical door.

"Wh-What are you doing here, Liu? Now I-Isn't a good time." Toby sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose. No one wants to deal with Sully.

"I've been hearing....a lot of things about my brother - things I just couldn't believe. Jeff, my brother, caring about another human being? Sounds impossible on this God forsaken earth. I thought it was a joke, a rumor that'll fade... but they disagreed, so here I am. And to say I'm surprised would be an understatement..." Liu said, his voice still an eerie calmness to it.

Jeff tenses, fist clenching in his pockets and jaw tight. He marches over to his brother, yanking him by his collar - carefully avoiding the scarf, their mother's scarf. "I swear on my fucking life if you touch her, harm her in any way I'll-"

"You seem to be doing a fantastic job of that already. Look where we are, and if I'm not mistaken, she's barely clinging to life." Liu hums smugly, holding his hands up defensively.

Being reminded of this again was enough to send Jeff over the edge. He brings his fist up to strike his brother, who's a few itches taller, but Toby quickly yanks Jeff away - pinning him against the wall to keep him in pace.

Liu's demeanor softens at the sight, a remorseful look taking his features. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing. "Oh...I see - You really do care. Wow Jeff...they were wrong, I'm s-"

Jeff knocks Toby off of him, moving to push his brother. "Shove your 'I'm sorry's' up your ass Liu! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" he shouts, moving to pull his hair again. "I know it's my fault! I know I fucked up! I know I should've stayed! I know she needed me! I know I'm just a selfish, narcissistic piece of shit! But...I needed to hurt him. I would've lost my fucking mind if I didn't let the anger out! Fuck...FUCK! DAMNIT! Those messages...she sent one every-fucking-day. My girl has gone through the worse hell of her life...all because I couldn't fight this...th-this... " Jeff places a hand over his chest, gripping his hoodie. He looks at his brother, tears in his eyes and woe filling his heart. ".....why does this shit hurt so damn bad?"

Liu is amazed yet startled by his brother's outburst. If anything, he's intrigued. What did this girl have that Liu didn't that makes his brother care so much? Why didn't Jeff hesitate in attempting to kill Liu but regrets aiding in this girl taking her life? What's the difference?

"....because you love her, Jeff. The only person you've ever cared about has always been yourself. Who knew you had the emotional capacity to feel for someone else....strange really..." his green eyes darken, becoming empty soundless sockets.

Love....?

Love...

Love-

No way in hell

That unspoken word between the two. Remaining in the air during all of their interactions. Sure, he has strong feelings for her, but love? Jeff isn't capable of that. He'll never be capable. He's been told this many times throughout his life - so much so that he believed them. Someone like Jeff, despite what others may say, doesn't have the heart to love - nothing will change his mind. And yet.....his stinging heart is crying out a different story - his body being torn in two, between the brain and heart.

"....this shit fucking burns."

"I know."

"I hate it."

"Mhm, I know."

"She's a weakness....its a weakness.."

"Ones that others can use against you - right?"

Jeff nods, aimless tears flowing. "A weakness. But..."

"But?" Liu hums, waiting for his brother to continue. He needs to know more.

"She should be enough...Eboni should be enough."

"But she'll never be. You can't let go of your need to kill. Your thirst for blood." Liu looks away from his brother briefly to glance around at the others. "None of us can. It's in our DNA. Programmed - as cliche as it sounds." He sighs, rolling his eyes. He pays his attention back to his brother. "But unlike them, you're struggling to come to terms with that fact that you still need this girl in your life. You love her, Jeff, whether you want to admit it or not. But the sooner you do - the less fuck ups you'll cause." Liu shrugs, struggling to come to terms with this himself.

His brother never cared about him. He only tolerated him. He killed their parents in cold blood without an ounce of regret because he never loved them. Most monsters are made, but Jeff is the few exceptions. Yet this girl somehow made a monster cry out to her - kind of reminds Liu of 'Beauty & The Beast'. He'll confirm his theory if he's able to get a glance at this mystery girl.

"Think about it, Jeff - if you don't love her, then think about all the reasons she's been worth keeping around."

Jeff did so unwillingly. He thinks of her bright smile, those sly grins when certain thoughts fill her mind. The smiling killer always found it funny how the girl thinks with her face. Doesn't matter how hard she tries to keep a straight face. That's how he's been able to read her so easily. Her voice wasn't annoying like most. It's calming, silky smooth to his ears. He wants to hear her sing again, preferably to him. Her laugh - he can listen to it for hours even if she believes she sounds like a dying donkey mixed with a hyena. He likes her honey brown eyes, how they seem to lighten or darken depending on her mood. The way she'd look at him, the look of admiration - adore and dare he say love? She makes him feel wanted, needed, and free to do what he wants with her since he has no control over his life. Freedom and control. Only Eboni has given him that....

"I don't fucking l..lo..lo- fuck you Liu!" Jeff shouts, drying his tears yet has a sad smile on his face.

Liu sighs, coming to a realization. The only way someone could keep his brother entertained long enough to avoid death is offering something in return. He knew how trapped his brother had been feeling lately after being forced to work under slenderman. Liu also was aware of how trapped and strained Jeff felt within their family. This girl somehow gives him the sense of freedom he's been longing for and the control to feel powerful. It's unfortunate that he'll most likely never get to meet her -

The door opens, revealing Eyeless Jack with a medical mask covering his mouth. He removes the mask, quick to close the door behind himself. Though eyeless, everyone can see how exhausted he feels. EJ looks at Jeff, body stiff as he finally delivers the news the smiling killer wanted so desperately to be good.

"She's stable."

[shinycollarboneapologist]

Dilf Matty building the crib all sweaty in a tank top and his grey curls

you get it.

you’re already incesscently hormonal and sweaty due to the growing bump attached to your midsection and the heatwave in the middle of june. you both tried so hard to not be in this predicament, but as most know, there's no real way to plan to get knocked up by your sexy, insane-sex-drive-having fiance. so you both rolled with the punches, and here you are- middle of june, fanning yourself as you watch matty expertly (he watched a few youtube videos and facetimed adam) build the crib.

his pink tongue is poking through his plush lips, brow furrowing in deep concentration. the thin button up he adorned over his black tank top is thrown somewhere else, and there's a line of sweat that's permeating through the darkened gray curls along his hairline. he puffs out a few groans every now and then, specifically when he mistakes the small wooden dowels for the slightly smaller wooden dowels and he has to take apart the section he's been working on.

you're draped along the chaise in the nursery, one hand rubbing small cirlces over your swollen stomach as the other fans you in an attempt to keep cool. "baby, why don't we just call the company and have them send out the experts?" you plea, watching him exert himself has just made you feel ten times warmer- and you're not sure if its because of the heat of the room or the growning need between your thights.

he scoffs, "i am an expert. besides, want to build something for our little peanut."

"you did have a hand in actually building the peanut," you hum.

matty tilts his head up from what he's doing, devilish smirk toying on his lips. "yeah, i did." he runs his tongue over his lips before his gaze softens, "but i want this to be special for them. our little bean."

hearing him talk about your unborn child has more of a reaction on you then you'd care to admit. there's a shiver that runs down your spine, icier in comparison to the heat that's been pulling at your skin for hours now.

"take a break," you plea, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"my love, i'm almost done," he's resumed his focus on the wooden pieces once more. he's not almost done, he's far from it. way too far from it to give you what you need, at least.

"matty."

"baby, i promise. i'll be yours in a moment, and then we can watch that new documentary you've been fiening for," his eyes barely lift.

"don't want to watch that documentary anymore," you groan, "just want to watch you between my thighs."

the wooden plank falls from his hands and there's a silence that casts over the room. its broken only by the way he clears his throat. once, twice, three times.

"oh."

its no secret that the welcoming of the second part of your pregnancy has brought out a bit of a beast within. your sex drive was high before, usually fueled by matty's own higher drive. but ever since the beginning of your fifteenth week, you've been incorrigible.

and matty loves it (despite having a hard time keeping up recently).

"have i been neglecting you today, my love?" he pouts his lips teasingly, the assorted pieces of wood quickly forgotten as he crawls to where you're sat.

you nod once and he sighs, "i'm so sorry. what's got you all worked up like this, hm?"

"just watching you. hearing you grunt and groan, and that shirt. god, that shirt."

"s'just a shirt, love," he tantalizes, yet he's already bunching up the long hem of your sundress in his hands. he pushes it up slowly, pressing a kiss to each inch of skin that is exposed.

"but you look so sexy in it," you whine out. his tongue trails a heated line up to the apex of your knee. he nips at the tender skin, soothing it with his tongue.

"oh do i?" he continues kissing up past your knee and thighs, pushing the hem of the dress up and over the curve at your hips.

"you do. so this is really not my fault this time, s'all yours."

he mocks your whine as he kisses across your thighs, lithe fingers coming to move the soddened center of your underwear to the side, "guess i better clean up the mess i made then, right?"

[resowrites]

Spanner - drabble.

Summary: Henry attempts a home repair…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, language, nondescript OC body type/appearance, brief allusion to smut, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 804

A/N: Another one pulled from my drafts, if you want more let me know lol

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! No copyright infringement intended, gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Spanner - drabble.

She was only two hours into her work when the house became strangely cold. The heating was timed to switch off at midday so she decided to head downstairs and investigate. Henry had only been back from filming a few days but was already sending her loopy. She got particularly worried when she passed the den and couldn't hear him gaming with his mates. She crossed her fingers, hoping he'd taken Kal out for a walk. But no, the pooch was laying flat out on the rug in the living room. To her shock, she found him huddled over the boiler in the corner of the kitchen, its cover removed and on the floor beside him. "Er, Henry… what are you doing?!" She managed to keep her voice calm but rushed over to him all the same. He turned around and flashed her his usual cheeky grin.

"Ha-llo my darling! I came in to see why the heating had switched off and the warning lights were flashing. I'm just going to reset it." Her blood ran cold.

"Oh God Henry, no, please… we’ve talked about home repairs. Come on, give me that spanner.*" She desperately tried to reach for it, causing him to hold it up even higher.

"Sorry babe, the manual reset didn't work so I'm gunna have to do a bit of tightening here and there. Don't worry, YouTube's got me sorted." Henry tried not to laugh as her mouth fell open in horror.

"YouTube?! Henry for God’s sake, no! You are not fiddling with something that can fucking explode!"

"Oh behave yourself, if it's that dangerous why are there tutorials? The one I watched was from a first-rate gas man and--" she quickly cut him off.

"You're a first-fucking-rate gas man. Now go give the guy or someone else a ring, please. I'll wait in and you can go walk Kal--" Henry put the tool down and pulled her in for a hug before she could grab it.

"Listen to me darling, I promise you it's just a minor fault. There's no need to call anyone out and anyway, they won't be as handsome as me so it's a win-win for you. Why don't you go make me a sarnie? If you feed workmen they work faster." He gave her a quick peck on the forehead before picking up the spanner and restarting the video on his phone. She peered around his shoulders.

"Oh my God, that video isn't even ten minutes long!"

"So? I only needed to watch the first two. Now, skedaddle." She really did start to panic.

"Henry, please, I'm begging you… at least let me have a shower first! God knows when we'll have hot water again!" Suddenly Henry hissed and jolted backward. "SEE?! Oh darling please, you'll hurt yourself!" His shoulders started shaking and she pulled him around to find him giggling.

"I was only joking silly arse!" She swatted him on the arm and held her head in her hand. He bent low to kiss her once again.

"Stop. Worrying. Go take Kal for a walk, you seem stressed." She returned Henry's smirk with a scowl and stormed off.

"Fine dickhead, but if the house blows up, you better hope to God you go with it!" She slammed the kitchen door, earning another chuckle from him.

***

She didn't know whether to be pleased or disappointed that she was almost home and hadn't yet heard an explosion. The house came into view at the top of the road and even the windows were still intact. She held her breath as she passed through the front door. It was still cold. She rolled her eyes as she unclipped Kal's leash and removed her coat. Henry was nowhere to be seen so she tiptoed into the kitchen, hoping not to lure him back, but instead found the boiler humming away like normal. She was still standing there when he started thumping down the stairs. "So? Do I get an apology?" She jumped and spun around to find him standing before her in only a towel.

"What are you talking about? The house is still freezing, and at least stand on the bloody rug… you're dripping everywhere!"

"Oh, she of little faith! You don't need the heating on when the shower's running. You won't need it on now either if you care to follow your gas man upstairs…" She ignored his cheeky wink and grabbed the towel off his body. She then kneeled to mop the floor but looked back up when he wouldn't budge. Instead, he just stood there, grinning.

"… Now suck me off." They both laughed before she snapped to her feet and whipped Henry’s backside with the towel all around the house.

*I think non-Brits call it a wrench. Happily, it's also slang for idiot.

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[hectorthedoggo]

@kani-miso I finished the silly little fic!! AND your cat shows up! They're really silly in this one lol ^^

TW: DISASSOCIATION, DEREALIZATION, WATCHING

fic under cut because i feel silly (if you don't want to go to AO3 for whatever reason

They woke up, and the world was tilted. 

Their hair tickled the back of their neck as they slowly and mechanically turned their head to examine their environment.

They tilted their head, confused. Is this my home? 

Their identity was on the tip of their tongue, but it escaped them as of now.

They looked down at their hands. They felt the sensation of moving their fingers, connected to a habit long past. Or was it yesterday?

The person (?) stared at a spot in the room. Of course. They are watching me.

It winked back at them, and they stared at its empty void for a little longer, finding a semblance of a soupy thought in it.

This is my purpose, is it not? A hat lay on a nearby table, along with a cup of something. They reached out their arm, enjoying the sensation of the muscles pulling on each other at their discretion.

I have choices?

They picked up the hat, the silky yet firm material feeling nice on their hands. They stared back at the hole, the all-seeing eye.

They’re watching me, aren’t they all? Do they want me to put on the hat? An empty smile split their face. 

No indication came from the eye. That’s not right…

Their mouth was tugged down.

A small upset feeling tugged at the bottom of their stomach. Strange emotions blurrily leaked from their eyes. This choice doesn’t feel right.

They kept their eyes trained on the camera. Can they generate the clarity that I cannot?

They tried speaking. “Hi. Hi. Hello.”

The sound bounced off of the otherwise cold walls and had no effect. “Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can we hear me?”

The words emanating from their mouth did not quite reach their ears. They cannot hear me.

They can see us all. Imagine whatever they would like. They matched the empty hole’s stare.

They abruptly threw the hat at the teacup, making the liquid pour over the table. Is the table seen? They stared at the table. I see the table.

The liquid never quite sunk into the table, held off by the sheen. My table?

Am I mistreating it? Is it all my fault, or the hole’s?

They brought their hand up to their head, moving their bangs out of their periphery and into the field of their vision. Grey? Or is it blonde? 

Is it up to the hole? They let the blissful daze of the choice be left to the hole. They moved their eyes to face the wall, and yet again let it go to the side in confusion. Birdcage, or support?

Birds? Birds? Have I met one? Blue feathers came into their periphery, but they disappeared the moment they looked at it.

The unfamiliar sensation of a smile came upon them. They bunched themself up on the couch, starting to rock back and forth, eyes never leaving the hole.

The being that clutched at their own knees hummed a song from an unspecified time.

An upbeat tone. A couch. An injury. Is that me?

No, that doesn’t feel right. What melody is mine? They thought to their voice. That’s mine, right? Not anyone else’s.

The thought felt wrong, but they forced the piece into the center of the crooked puzzle. My voice, my voice.

They increased the melody in volume. It’s not mine, it’s not mine. What is mine?

They grabbed their hair, of which color was not determined by the hole. They pulled, with their hands. This elicited a reaction, fortunately.

A noise. They could scream, so they did. Did the hole do that, or was it my choice? 

Continuous noises issued from the being, noises of pain, noises of suffering. At least it’s mine. Can it get me out of here?

I am the one who makes these noises. 

That’s who I am.

*%$(@#^*!$%#@^%^@#%!$%&*$^@%^

A piercing scream flashed through their storm of indescribable thoughts. Thumping noises were heard, quickly clicking in from the outside. What’s out there? Am I supposed to know that?

The door was opened, a door they never truly noticed, but they ignored the intruding being.

What does it see? Does it see everything? What is it thinking?

An obstacle grabbed the rampaging puppeteers of their hands, their wrists, and ensured no more harm was done.

They kept screaming, even though the pain was gone. A struggle occurred.

Strings of words that would have once been familiar to them, resounding throughout the room, simply got lost before they came to their mind.

Can I speak now? Will that cause something?

They turned their empty stare from the hole to the entity that stopped their hands from doing what was necessary.

The thing, now recognized to be a person, flinched back at their stare, the hole they had stared in for too long reflected in their eyes.

It’s not scary. It’s not scary, he just doesn’t understand. He just doesn’t see them. The man tilted the corners of his mouth down.

The entity that occupied the space in their mind looked up at his face, owlishly tilting their head. Their struggle had stopped. Now, curiosity possessed them.

He dropped their hands, and they let them fall after he let go, like they were affected by gravity more than their own choice. Is it my choice to let them fall, or another’s? Is it his fault, mine, or gravity’s?

They registered him tapping their shoulder. It shook them in their distorted state, but not quite enough. The hole was still watching them. I don’t want to fall again, so I will stay down here.

“ Es? Es, please come back to me, you’re scaring me.”

A voice, but it felt far away. Am I allowed to respond? They started to hum instead of making sense, a song associated with that voice, yet a more dissonant melody.

It made the voice shake even more in its next response. “Oh god, what did they do to you ?”

Hmm, it’s like the melody of my voice changed his tone, like a duet. A song. Songs are important in some way. 

What did happen? They liked this man, he made things a little clearer. But, the hole was still watching them. Would they all like this? Does it align?

Do they like what they see? I hope they do. I hope I’m okay.

Their shoulder was tapped again. They temporarily let their eyes leave the hole, and look up at the man. His face… should I remember that face?

It all blended together. A part of… their head hurt from their earlier actions.

They looked from the hole to the man’s eyes. His eyes had more life. Hey… do I get to choose his eyes?

“Es?”

The name sounded achingly familiar, but it wasn’t quite theirs anymore. They blinked for a long time, trying to decipher the meaning of the syllable.

They decided to respond with their own thought, voice hoarse from the earlier expression. “Es… Hm, Es… that’s a letter of the English Alphabet? Oh! The 11th!” Right!

They faintly felt a sense of accomplishment at their connection. Is it the alphabet though? I know it’s essential in some way…

The speaker’s eyes widened in horror, contrary to their beliefs. “Oh god…” Did he see something different? Am I supposed to feel bad?  

They stared back at the hole, waiting for an answer. An answer of their own popped into their mind. “Right, and you’re the 5th!”

Blurry figures popped into their mind, a sense of clarity they hadn’t felt in a while. A thick soup of emotions sat ruminating in their throat. But it’s not the alphabet. It's something else.

What happened? The man put his trembling hands on their shoulders.

It was a little harder to look at the hole now, so they snapped their shoulders so he would stop grabbing them, so they could see the gaze upon them . 

The man responded with a voice on the verge of breaking. “What are you looking at?”

A warm feeling lifted their expression up. Recognition. He sees. “5.” That’s his name. “There’s a hole there.” They pointed right at it.

5 walked over to the hole. “Oh. Oh shit .”

He turned back towards them. “Es? Es, this is a camera.” Es. Why does he keep calling me that?

They bunched themself into a ball, staring at the slot that made sure they were seen. That idea should bring me comfort . 

They clutched their knees and started rocking back and forth. Will that make the unsettling feeling go away?

They observed 5, is that his name, I don’t know; as he hurriedly grabbed their slightly tea-stained hat and set it so that it blocked the hole.

They gazed upon their hat. Is it important? I should have that on my head, not blocking the hole.

A wave of thoughts came back to torment them. The initial sense of realization came back.

“Why? Why? Why? Why? ” A vocalization of their thoughts, constantly repeated. The man rushed up to them, taking their trembling, curled body up in his arms.

They started to remember events that they never wanted to remember, events that nobody should experience, should have been able to experience, and they clutched onto the pillar of support’s clothes.

A uniform, right? That’s what it is, why is it?

His sight, even with its barely masked horror, felt more comforting than the others. The others, with their unwanted gaze and thoughts invading everywhere.

He sat them down on the couch, and they clutched onto his arm, repeatedly bumping their head onto it. He gently stopped it with his hand, and they kept screaming, only they were more present now to witness their own emotions.

5, no, what is his name again? Shidou. Shidou was a silent witness, simply making sure they couldn’t hurt themself more, and providing as much comfort as possible.

They eventually stopped their sobs, just clutching on Shidou, as if the walls would jump out at them.

Their thoughts came back together, finally. The pieces to the destroyed and distorted puzzle were reconnected.

My name is... That’s right.

I am the prison warden of Milgram. They slipped that mindset onto their scarred self, like another suit of skin.

Doing this is a disgrace to myself. They pushed down the rest of their tears, and detached themself from their source of comfort, even if it betrayed the still terrified part of themself.

It had been quieted to the point they could push it away, but it still wasn’t gone.

Shidou was surprised by their sudden breakaway. “Es?”

“I apologize for that outburst. I’m fine, leave.” Their breathing was still quickened, and the faint sense of eyes still terrified them. Nevertheless, they persisted in their viewpoint.

He raised his eyebrows. “Es, you weren’t fine. You may be feeling better , but-”

“ Leave. ” A sense of shame consumed them. He shouldn’t see me like this. I need to be a perfect warden, I need to be a perfect-

“No, you’re not-”

The warden growled, ready to make their own support. I can't rely on him. “It was initially my fault, but now we can rectify that mistake. Get out.”

Shidou tried to stand his ground. “No, I’m not-”

“ Fuck off .”

They used the best of their physical strength to force him out of the room, and he decided to go willingly. “But, Es, if you ever need someone to-”

They slammed the door on him. I should return to work. No, we have to. No matter the disturbing feeling. '

The warden grabbed their hat from the place Shidou had hung it. I don't need protection.

They set up their workspace, decidedly not looking behind them, despite insisting they weren't scared. The papers were strewn across the desk.

They tried to still their shaking hands as they grabbed a writing utensil.

They gripped their pencil, scribbling on the papers.

They couldn't get the idea of being seen to leave them alone.

[bluesofawriterwithcoffee]

by the willow trees

tori spring x michael holden

“Charlie, i'm going-” she says and pauses “i'm going to the shops, need anything?” 

Charlie peaks through his room door and says “i know you have a date with michael, tori” 

Tori shrugged and left her house. It's not a date date, i don't think we even think we are together in that sense…I don't know; relationships and love is so subjective and what if Michael thinks of it in some other way than i do, i don't wanna break his heart he is too good for that tori starts to spiral as she walks over to the old higgs ground. 

She sits by an stone bench and tries to text Michael to not come over because she is feeling very overwhelmed by the idea of what this meeting must be for him, as she is about to hit send michael is standing by the construction workers waiting for her to see him 

“Hello” he says 

“Hi” she replies back “So shall we go to the city or by the park?”

“The park seems quieter, if that's okay with you” he asks. 

“Yeah of course” 

Tori can sense some awkwardness but she doesn't know if she is making it awkward or was it him? Her anxiety loves to blame it on herself but she pulls herself together as they walk towards the park 

“Is everything okay? You seem low” she said

“Oh it's nothing, sorry about that” he replies and tries to be lively again 

Tori holds his hand and asks again “Its nothing, really…just my parents want me to start competing again since it's been a while after the higgs burning..i don't want to because i need time but of course they don't understand it and we just fought about it, i'm just tired” he sighed. “You could have cancelled meeting up today you know” she holds his hand tighter 

Micheal points at a bench by the willow trees and they sit there in silence him thinking its his fault for ruining the date tori asked him out on 

“I am sorry, i ruined it again” he said 

“Michael you haven't ruined anything, we are just talking about what's going on in our lives. Its okay to talk about your feelings. Okay?” she looks at him and smiles 

He smiles back faintly. 

They hold each other’s hand and exist as the wind blows and people walk to places with their pets. They love existing in silence and feeling the world around but together, they love each other and they want one and other but yet that feeling is different. It's something both haven't ever felt, they never thought they would connect so well but here they are listening to the world and holding hands without any fire or their past lives behind. 

“I dont want to go back to school.” tori says 

“But its your last year..only one year more then never again…i know sounds terrifying but i will be there to annoy you-” he sighs “while i also go competing around” 

She smiles 

“I was watching this youtube video about someone being aromantic and how they view relationships..do you wanna watch it?” she asks 

Michael stares at her in awe and nods “Yes please!!!” 

The youtuber says “love and relationships are subjective and you should do what you want with that special person in your life” 

 They both stare at each other and blush away. Michael kisses her forehead and holds her as they watch the youtube video on the bench by the willow trees. 

They both have never been this happy. 

[ilovechubbieguys]

Not every man deserves to have kids.

Aug 21 2024 12:42 am

-today i cried for alot of reasons, i cried because i saw a video of dads getting the choise of money and beer and everytime they chose the beer. This just reminded my of my dad, because i know he would choose the beer or the cigarettes evertime. Ofc i love my dad but i dont like him, i dont like him at all.

Hes a crule, rude and, cold man. He makes fun of me all the time for everything. Its gets to the point that if i have any imperfection on my face or with what im wearing i hide in my room because im scared of the remarks he will make at me. He doesnt care at all about my dog max, he beats him and pushes him away when all max wants is a pet or to be played with the same way my dad plays with my other dog audrey. Everytime my dad pushes max away and yells at him i get so sad because i see maxs tail go down and his ears go back and he slowly goes and lays in the corner and watchs my dad play with audrey. There was one time max pooped on the carpet of my air bnb and my dad lost it. He started screaming to loud i couldnt breath and i felt like i was having a panic attack. Max wouldnt go outside so my dad took a broom and beat him with it. He beat him with it till the broom broke. Hearing maxs yelps made my world shatter and tears poured out my eyes before i could even think. He kept screaming "im gonna kill this fucking dog" and "im gonna shoot him in the head" and ofc apart of me thought he meant it so again

i cried. I was the only one that saw it.The worst part was my dads mother and his brother where there, they knew it was wrong and yet, they did nothing. They just stood by and watched. My grandmother even endured my dad screaming at her when she tried to help. Eventually i went into the room me and my sister where sharing i kept crying and my sister hugged me. My sister is not one to hug so i knew it meant somthing. She kept saying "shh if u keep crying it will only make him angrier" All i wanted was to die. He came into our room and told us he was getting rid of max and it was all my fault it was my fault i didnt make sure he pooped before we left so he was gonna find someone that toom care of him correctly. Ofc this never happened. Eventually everything "calmed" down and me and my sister where taking turns showering right before she left our room to take her shower to turned to ms and said "would you hate me if i moved out" i knew if i said anything i would cry so i simply shopk my head no. Nothing could make me hate her nothing. The morning after i sat on my phone in the living room where it had all happened acting as if nothing had ever happened my grandma came up to me and sat on the arm of the couch i saw sitting on and just hugged me and ask how i was doing. I knew exactly what she meant but she couldnt just say what dhe was thinking since my dad was in the room. It never got brought up again.

[danhowellz]

okay i know that bed drama is always gonna be a touchy subject (especially since we've had repeats of it in japhan) but i've always thought about that one clip at the start of the video where phils filming dan putting his shoes on in the hotel room and its only a split second when phil is panning around the room and u see it in the background but i have such a vivid memory of seeing the two beds and one of them looks like it hasn't even been slept in and the other you can see the pillows have been moved? and i've always wondered why they left it in bc imo its such damning evidence that they were obviously sharing a bed?

i think it just shows like how blissfully happy they were during that trip and maybe they forgot to edit it out? like i remember at the time people arguing that "friends can share beds too" but given dnps history i think those people were just trying so hard to be defensive about it and it was just weird tbh

then i think it was at the end of the vlog? they were back in the hotel room in the evening and they were gonna watch an anime or something and dan was filming phil lying on the bed that had been slept in and dan says "here's phil on the bed already" and then phil replies with "not my fault our bed is so comfy" and i remember people like analysing the audio and slowing it down and putting it through editing software to try and hear what phil said properly and yet people were so adamant he said "your bed" and the audio was just muffled bc phil was lying down. anyway i'm on team #OurBed. what a time

[xtrablak674]

A Delayed Gift from My Father

You may not know but my father died in September of nineteen ninety-three, found dead and rotting in his apartment by his parents, an event that would haunt his mom until the day she died, well at least her memory of the event did. But this isn't a story about his death, this is the story about the kind of dad he was in the context of something he did for me, before I could even speak.

When you're an orphan you don't have a point of reference to get clarity on details about your life before your recorded memory, you have to do your best to be a detective and piece together the piece left behind to figure out the story, meaning and significance.

As a part of my Monday binge-watching I was partaking in the second half of the first season of Smallville, finally watching this early aught series about Kal-El, better known as Superman before he donned a cape and blue tights. In the episode in question the character Whitney's dad has just died and he had found his father's metals who like my dad was a Vietnam veteran.

Whitney was sharing the metals with his girlfriend Lana Lang. I actually had to pause the video because clearly the property team did an amazing job with accuracy, and one of the metals staring at me from the screen was the exact same metal that had been mysteriously returned to me a couple of years ago by a former co-worker of mines. We aren't going to get into why this friend had my father's medal, but it was odd enough to be noteworthy.

I was taken aback because I remembered this small corduroy yellow change purse with a bronze-coloured zipper from my childhood. I didn't recall the medal as much as I did the large liberty dollar coin from 1924, I think for a child a coin was more familiar than a trinket from a war no one really wanted. But the maize colored purse with the green stripes and the coin were indelible etched on my recollection.

Now this is where my age betrays me, because if my mom told me more about the strange trinkets I don't remember, and since she proceeded her alleged husband (I have yet to see an actual marriage certificate) by nine years its not like I can ask her to corroborate my piece-mail memory. I recollect she showed me the pieces near the closet to the front door of our apartment at 1101 Brown Street, yes where I lived, and my last name were the same, there were so many jokes I got about this in elementary school.

Memory is funny, I remember exactly where I was, to even the position in the room. I remember the colors, the weight of the coin because mom let me handle it, but the sounds of her voice and the words that she attached to these moments elude me. There was one thing that was undeniable to me now as an adult putting this together, this was a gift a loving father gave to his first born son probably as a baby, and left in care of the mother of his child to be given at a future date. Something out of a television movie or a book, and the kind of parental love you usually see given to whyte children. Black fathers loving their children wasn't something that was a regular part of my diet growing up as a dark-skinned child in America.

My father as I keep referring to him, because he had an odd relationship to the role, and never embraced it in any traditional way. I don't recollect a moment of calling him either dad or father. It was B.R. (his initials) or Khule (nickname) but usually nothing more than 'hey you'. This awkward dynamic spilled over into my relationship with his parents, not by their fault, but unintentionally by his. In formal conversations I would refer to his mom as my grandmother and his dad as my grandfather and together as my grandparents, but unlike calling my mom, well mom. I never used either honorific to refer to my father's parents.

He died with us being estranged, for reasons I don't want to taint this particular story with, which is a moment of me directly feeling his love for me, something I sometimes had trouble resolving because of his unforgettable words to me as a young teenager, he loved me but didn't like me!

I realize that my father's sardonic sense of humor was reflected in my own humor, but at this age I took these words as more hurtful than humorous. And this intensifies my judgement of him not always making the best parenting choices. During those years of puberty when so many things are changing in your body the one thing you want more than anything is to be liked, why doesn't my father like me? #RhetoricalQuestion

But at least one mystery has been solved this mysterious pouch and its metallic contents were an attempt at a new dad to show how proud he was of having progeny and his attempts to endow them with something of meaning and significance.

This was momentous as I would learn later about my dad, was that he loathed his service in the Vietnam war and the war itself and I don't recall ever seeing one memento of his service. His saving this sole medal and giving it to his first-born was a very loud and clear declaration of his love that took thirty years to be delivered.

[Photos by Brown Estate]

[breathenbounce]

It's Just a Game

I grew up in a household that loved to watch sports. I was always against the grain when it comes to sports because in the past, I was a very antagonistic sports fan. My family tried to raise me on two premises. There are two baseball teams in Chicago, and you should always root for the team from where you were born. I disagreed with that as I was a White Sox fan through and through and despised the Cubs. I wasn't down with the 1985 Bears, but the 85 Dolphins since they beat them. I also loved the Blackhawks, and eventually found a way to root for the Miami Heat (because I was a very antagonistic sports fan.) However my feelings about sports have been starting to change over the years.

At the end of the day, sports is a game. It's where people compete, but unfortunately it has become much more than that over the years. What started as friendly competition between different humans has now become a pissing contest and a money heist.

First let me talk about the sports industry itself. There are billions of dollars at play here. Billions. Sports is a very marketable commodity and the athletes who participate are paid very large sums of money. I understand that this is what it is and it isn't' anyone's fault. As with most things, human begins find a way to take something beautiful and make it crazy. However, the way some of these athletes present themselves is not cool at all. They are role models to very impressionable young men and women who look up to them. Some of these athletes really do their best to maintain a positive image. People speak of hard work and getting your craft right, which i don't have a problem with. However, the drama show sports has become sucks. We should care more about what goes on in the field, than the locker rooms. The NFL has made itself a year round spectacle with the draft, the combine, and ofcourse we have salary caps and things like that which create much debate between fans.

Fueling the fans anger and "passion" about sports is the talking heads of ESPN and FS1. Listening to the ugliness that comes out of the mouths of people like Colin Cowherd, Skip Bayless just to name a few in insane. These people never have played sports, but they talk like they have so much knowledge about the game. They are very dismissive of people and their opinions. They add fuel to the hate machine that sportsmedia has become.

And the fans are taking things way too far. I have seen so many videos of fans fighting each other over silly stuff. I have seen fans dump popcorn on players heads. Anyone remember the malice at the palace? that was a result of a fan throwing a drink on a player.

As I said earlier, I like the Miami Dolphins. Their quarterback Tua Tagovailoa is one of the nicest, humblest, players i have ever seen, and he had led Miami to a couple of winning seasons, something us Finfans haven't seen since the days of Marino (the guy who made ma fan.) Yet all the complaining and personal attacks on Tua are crazy.

My bottom line is I believe the sports world should be looking at ways where they put kindness and sportsmanship first. I respect peoples opinions but some of the sports talkers out there need to go. Sports has become a world of toxicity and I never really became a huge sports fan until I reached my late 20s and early 30s because I felt I couldn't identify with anything. As I have taken a deep dive into my life, I find myself caring less and less about sports, with the exception of football. Sports is quite the commitment. As I said the NFL runs a year long business. But its only 17 weeks and if you are lucky your team plays a few games in the playoffs where they win and go home. Its not the 162 game marathon baseball is or the 88 game season in basketabll and hockey. It goes by fast, easy to keep up with. However, something needs to be said about the sports culture. The innocence of sports is gone.

People need to remember at the end, its only a game. The players don't care whether or not you have negative feelings towards them. The media only wants you to buy the stuff they advertise in between innings, downs, time outs, whatever. People need to stop taking it so seriously. Start looking at why you take it so seriously. What are you missing? What will help you feel happier? What will make you feel joy? It may be the thrill of victory, but that's not guaranteed. What is guaranteed is the impression you leave on the people around you, and I would strongly caution many sports fans to take that in stride. When you make hurtful remarks, they cannot be taken back. When you go after players, you forget they are human too because of the pedestals they have been placed on. Many sports fans will say they're just spitting facts. Facts don't care about feelings, people do. So maybe less facts, and more empathy is what is needed in the athletic world. These athletes leave the game not the same, and they are lucky to make the money they have, but they bleed red like all of us.

I asked for kindness on a Dolphins fan page on Facebook one day, and people told me to shut up. That this is a sports page and this is how people talk. Change is the most beautiful thing in the world. It has to start somewhere. I hope there are others who feel like I do and want to see less anger and sarcasm. I was there. i was the worst, Looking back I am ashamed how I behaved during my Sox vs Cubs days. I have been trying to grow and at the end of the day, I can only do what I can do. I can decide what I allow in my environment and maybe if this continues, I may have to reconsider my fondness for football and choose kindness and grace instead.

Sorry I rambled alot this week, but it just was on my mind so I spoke on it. How do you feel?

M