#as the 'debate' over remote work continues

[inadequeer]

i think the best thing someone can do to be a better ally to disabled people is to just believe other people. believe people know their own abilities and limitations and understand your own.

just. fucking listen to people when they talk about how they are feeling, because most likely theyve been feeling this way for a long time before saying anything either. trust another person to know their body better than you. they know what they can do and then please don't question it.

laziness is a myth.

don't apply your standards for your ability level (even subconsciously) onto other people. be gentle and forgiving with others and most importantly yourself.

[goldsbitch]

My name

Busy schedules don't allow Y/N and her boyfriend Lando Norris much down time to chill with her friends. But missing a wedding is a no go.

fluffy fluff, wedding, one shot, for the vibes only

It was almost a stroke of luck that Y/N's friends managed to pick a date for their wedding on a day that Lando could attend. This was a rare opportunity, while she accompanied him often during his events or outings, more than often he was unable to be there as her partner on her personal affairs.

Missed family gatherings, friends birthdays and grill parties. She accepted that part of their relationship, with the hope that in the future, it might come to change. They'd been dating for two years now - if she had to pick the brightest days of her life so far, it would in this time frame.

There was lot of excitement in the late summer air. One of her best friends was marrying a guy she became good buddy with over the years. And Lando would finally be joining her, as her partner. No more half smiles following the question "Would Lando join us this time?". These two friends marrying each other were a nice inspiration for the kind of relationship Y/N strived for. And Lando was that for her - a partner, lover, friend and the one to always make her laugh. But some of the people in her life were not convinced that he was good for her, mainly for the lack of his presence. She did not want the opinions of other to spoil their relationship. However, it would be a lie to say that her heart wasn't jumping around with happiness at the prospect of having him join them.

Her friends organized their dream wedding in a lovely estate somewhere in South of France. Small village remote from any city, safe from any prying eyes. It was refreshing from the flashing lights of racing tracks. Eighty people, all mostly friends with each other.

Y/N came in earlier with the main couple, in order to help them put everything in place. Two days of hard work navigating typical struggled of wedding organizing, with tomorrow being the big day. Regular guest were coming in, but she was only waiting for him, counting every minute.

Those prep days were packed with dealing with logistics and all this wedding usually concern. Going back and forth and trying to make everything perfect for the main event. But, she manages to find a moment of solutide to take in the beauty, the smell of late harvest, sun kissed valleys and heavy summer air, that set everything in. Having the bottom of your dress shiver with light breeze is the epitome of bliss. Life was good. And for the main part, she would get to experience all this with her love around her arm.

//

The two getting married? They were something else.

"Babe, what the fuck are these glasses?" said the bride to be as she watched the caterers setting up table for an evening dinner buffet.

"Well, you said yes, to them, remember? Back in May," was how the groom replied hastily. Y/N watched, knowing well enough that the strange looking glasses that were too big for her friends small hands were definitely not what the bride would have picked. She smirked as she watched them bicker playfully.

"They look like some futuristic ashtrays," the bride continued, shooting arrows playfully at he soon to be husband.

"Hm. Isn't that cool?" he said, trying to talk himself out of it. They were both strong opinionated people, so this was not a rare debate.

"No? How do you think this suits our late summer garden vibe?" she said, pointing around to the fields.

"You said yes to them, I remember specifically..." he defended without a beat.

"My mom's going to think we smoke."

"Well...we could use them as ashtrays," he said, inspecting the items.

The bride threw her hands up, not believing the game her "soon to be" was playing. "Babe, we don't smoke!"

He mimicked her hand gesture ironically. "We could start!"

"Just admit you've made a fuck up, honey, and we're good."

"That will never happen. This is all part of the plan."

Y/N observed and chucked, knowing well enough that the best thing to do was to stay out of their way.

A small quiet whisper came from behind Y/N. "Is this how they always act?" Shiver down her spine. She smiled, because she could recognize that voice anywhere. Heard it thousand times in the morning, in the middle of a busy day and on too many late night phone call to count. She turned her head slightly only to find him standing right behind her, his head now resting on her shoulder.

"Hi, muppet," he continued as he wrapped his hands around her, hugging her from behind. "I'm sorry I am a little late. Turbulences held us up."

The two stood there, as young lovers would. Completely wrapped in their own world.

"Did they? I completely lost track, as you see, big problems over here," she said and pointed inconspicuously to the couple still bickering about glasses. It wasn't technically true, she managed to get her phone out every other minute as they were unpacking stuff. But that was too embarrassing to admit.

She finally turned around to give him a welcome kiss, a much needed physical contact after not seeing him for almost three weeks. "Do you think we could take a walk around the garden? I would to get my head clear before facing other people," he said sheepishly. The last few race weekends had been very tough on him.

"I would be more than happy," she replied with a smile.

The scenery was too good to be true. Never ending fields of trees, heavy air sitting on the top of everyone trying to breathe and smell of hot soil and dried leaves cut though it all. They walked hand in hand in silence for a while, the sound of cracking branches accompanying them with every step. These two had spoken a lot in the past few weeks, every day it was either a phone call of few videos shared mapping their separate days. Texting was not good enough for these two. Lando was pretty much touch starved. Even though he was touched by random people more than an average person would be, as some fans felt like it was ok to do so. It made him miss the consensual touch he shared with his girlfriend more than ever. Girlfriend was an interesting word, felt outdated for the feelings he had for her. A small box had been accompanying him whenever he saw her for a while now. But he figured that highjacking someone else's wedding with his own proposal was a bit rude and selfish. He was grateful that this time he did not bring the box with him, as he was not sure he'd be able to resist proposing when he saw how the light reflected from her hair made it all shine, like a fresh jar of honey. A white dress would definitely suit her and his last name as well. He knew she'd want to keep her maiden name too and was more than fine with that. But to add "Norris" behind it was his ultimate goal.

"You seem more quiet than usual," she asked after a moment, being more than capable of reading his face. He was slowly letting go of his stress from the races.

"I'm loosing myself in the thoughts about your dress," he replied cheekily, letting her think he is talking about the teal summer dress she was wearing at the moment.

"Are you, now?" she winked and pulled her dress up slightly, only stopping at her bikini line.

"Oh, you can't do that to me," he said, defeated.

"You sure?" She stopped walking, came closer to him and put her arm around his neck. "But it's been so long since you've touched me," she added, knowing this will set him off. Teasing and seducing him was like a second language to her. She god real close and rubbed her core against his crotch.

"You're asking for trouble, Ms....Y/L/N," he nearly had a Freudian slip there. He panicked slightly and decided to kiss her immediately. She didn't seem to notice. Once he calmed down a bit he slid his hand down to he legs and the went back up to cup her ass and pulling her dress up again. "I would have you right here and now," he mumbled into their kiss and she smiled. Absolutely in love.

"We'll have to wait until the evening, we have a very nice room..."

"I don't care about that, I want to cum into you right here and now," he continued and bit her upper lip lightly.

"Anyone could walk by," she kept resisting.

"As if I care."

She laughed and broke their kiss. "We have to go now. I still have to help the poor bride with the decorations."

He signed overly dramatically. "You are making my life a living hell, Y/N."

"You can punish me later," she ended and got out of his embrace and started heading back to the estate. "Come on," she instructed as Lando watched her ass as she walked away. Norris. It's going to suit her.

//

Evening marked shared laughter, catching up with many friends, local wine with cheese and hands held under the table. Only once it was really happening did Y/N started to notice how much she needed this. Being able to "show" Lando off to her friends for longer than a short appearance. They got to finally know him, not only listen to stories about him. Oh and he was marvelous that evening. Charming, funny, criminally handsome - and always by her side. He was happy to be there. One of the reason being finally able to listen to the people she spoke about, but also to let loose and not have to think about what he says. These were no sponsors, interviewers or teammates. He loved that they cared about her more than him. It was a nice change. And he was on board with that, enjoying the fact that she was the star and not him.

//

The wedding day had swung by in a blur and suddenly, Y/N and Lando were sitting in a small local chapel, watching her friends making a mark on their relationship.

But Lando was not watching them. He was watching his now girlfriend. With the sight he had in the corner of his eye, the thoughts hanging in the back of his mind were getting louder and louder.

The ceremony was a non serious and cheerful one, the priest making many jokes while still keeping the atmosphere together. As far as ceremonies go, this was an honest one. The only thing to bring people out the holy romantic vibe this gave off was an unapologetically explicit kiss the bride and groom shared as they got wed. It was more like watching drunk teenagers make out. Some people laughed, some people cheered and the rest were slightly mortified. Y/N was one of the people to turn their heads away from the sight, she had known this girl ever since they were kids, this was a little too much. Lando found her reaction amusing, as he had heard many stories of her and her friend to know that she'd witnessed way more extreme things. "Look at you, prude," he whispered to her ear as he watched the bride and groom fight with their tongues.

"I refuse to accept this," Y/N said, keeping it up with the grandmas in the room.

"Well, if this repulses you, then I'm afraid you're going to die of embarrassment at our wedding," he said as if it was no big deal. But to Y/N it was. They had joked about marriage few times, but Lando used a different tone of voice this time. But she had been secretly dreaming about it for a while now.

"You're going to have tie me down if you're planning on doing that," she said, pointing at the pair, not quite sure how to process that he was probably thinking about their marriage too.

"So far, you've never said no to my plans," he winked at her.

Y/N smiled and turned her eyes to the ground. If someone had asked why she smiled so much, she'd say it was because of her friend's wedding. Though it would only be one half of the truth. She held his hand, as they walked out of the church. For some reason, it almost felt like a rehearsal.

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

on camera / jj maybank

rated: m (18+, minors dni)

masterlist

wc: 4.2k

cw: onlyfans!jj, voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do this!!), cursing, some degradation (whore, slut)

you complain to jj about being broke. after being offended at his onlyfans suggestion, you learn something new about your best friend. offering to show you what he means turns into something neither of you were anticipating.

(i'm going to make this a series, leave comments/send requests for what else jj and reader could film together *winky face*)

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  “i’m not making an only fans,” you scoff, walking away from jj and towards the chateau.

  jj rolls his eyes before chasing after you. “why not? you need money, it’s so easy, and you have a hot body. it’s a no brainer, y/n,” he tries saying.

  “i don’t really want my naked body on the internet,” you say.

  jj grabs the door you try hard to slam in his face to get away. “okay, that’s a valid concern, but just blur your face,” he continues.

  you groan, turning to face him since you won’t be getting away. “even if i wanted to, the thought of recording myself and just ugh it’s terrifying,” you explain.

  “it isn’t that bad, y/n, i swear,” jj says, looking at you seriously.

  you shake your head, eyes closed. “like you would know, jj,” you mutter. 

  jj purses his lips, debating the risk of just saying it all. “you don’t really think i make all that money just working at the country club, do you?” he asks in a lower voice. your face changes to shock, jj does what?

  “wait… you have a…” you begin, not knowing fully how to process.

  jj nods slowly. “yeah, and it’s not like i make enough to live off of, but combined with my job… it helps. and you’re saying your job isn’t enough and i’m telling you something like this could help you get more of the money you need,” he says.

  “i need a minute,” you mutter, walking to the couch. you bring your hand to your mouth, biting your nails as images flash in your mind. how did it work? what did he do? did he set up a camera? did he take photos? did he video himself cumming? did he make videos with other girls? 

  jj chuckles awkwardly, seeing the gears in your head turning. he walks over, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “most of the time, it’s like pictures i just take on my phone in the mirror or something. or i’ll take short videos just… well, you know like on snapchat or something type ones. and occasionally i’ll go through the effort of setting my phone up, bought a stupid tripod and everything, and i get more money when i talk in them or really just make noises in general. my face is either never in them or always blurred, it gets easier as you go,” he explains.

  you shake your head again, covering your eyes. “j, i don’t wanna think about you like that,” you whine in complaint. jj laughs, putting his hand on your shoulder.

  “sorry, sweetheart,” he says with a small smile. “just trying to give you an idea of how easy it could be, only if you want,” he explains before taking his hand away.

  “well, i just don’t think i could. i honestly find it hard to believe you can,” you chuckle, picking at a string on the couch. 

  jj puts his hand to his chest in mock offense. “what do you mean? i happen to be quite the sex symbol thank you very much,” he says. you both laugh, shaking your head at his theatrics.

  now how did you get in this position? you weren’t sure. jj’s always been known for being convincing and a little too inappropriate, especially when it comes to you. you just weren’t sure how he managed to convince you into this.

  “you sure?” jj asks, grabbing the remote for his led lights and turning it to red. you blink in surprise at the lights and then he turns the overhead light off.

  you look at him, seeing him already looking at you expectantly. “did you buy led lights just for this?” you ask, and jj nods sheepishly. “i knew it was out of character for you,” you mutter, looking around more at his room to see that it’s more cleaned up than usual.

jj takes a moment to process your words. he didn’t know you realized that much about him. “that’s not an answer to my question,” he points out. 

you take a breath, analyzing the scene in front of you. for the first time in your life, jj’s bed was made. the room was casted in the warm light of a single lamp and the red leds. his phone was set up on a small tripod on top of his dresser facing his empty bed. “you have a door, if i can’t do it… i’ll leave,” you say. 

jj nods and walks over to his phone. “i do talk… during them, it uh, they like it more that way. so it’s kind of like i’m acting out a scene with no one else there. really makin’ use of the imagination,” he explains. you nod, wrapping your arms around yourself and standing next to the dresser and out of frame of his camera. he gives you a sheepish smile before pressing record. 

it’s not like you had much time to prepare for this. i mean… how do you really prepare to watch your best friend make porn? if jj was uncomfortable, he wasn’t showing it. 

he moved in front of the phone camera, giving you one last glance before peeling his shirt over his head. “i’ve been waiting on this all day, baby,” he mutters, causing your eyes to bulge out of your head. why did he sound so much sexier all of a sudden?

he rubs his hands down his torso slowly, sensually until he reaches the waistband of his shorts. “you want me to take them off? you wanna come help me get my dick hard?” he asks in a teasing voice. 

maybe you weren’t ready for this. but part of you wanted to stay, needed to stay even. he tsked, pushing down the basketball shorts he’d been wearing for the day. you bit your lip, watching him sit down on the edge of his bed. “come touch me, baby,” he says, leaning back and sliding his hand down to run over his half hard length. he lets out a small groan. “just like that, mm,” he says, closing his eyes. your stomach dips in arousal. jj had always been hot, but he’d also always been your best friend. but right now, you wanted nothing more than to be the girl he was fantasizing about for his video. 

your eyes are trained on the growing tent in his boxers, seeing his dick grow with each pass of his hand. everytime you thought he was at his fullest, he kept growing. you rock from foot to foot to give yourself something else to maybe focus on, but it wasn’t working. “you feel how hard you get daddy?” he asks the camera and you’re at a loss of air. you never thought hearing jj referring to himself as daddy would get you so hot. you knew your face was on fire, and you felt all too hot with way too many clothes. jj glanced at you, gulping when he saw your flustered expression. 

“time to get out of these,” he muttered, eyes more on you than the camera, as if to warn you. he lifted up his hips while leaning back on one arm and then used the other to push down his waist band. his cock bounced free and you felt your panties dampen. he pushed them completely off quickly and then his hand was wrapped around the base of his thick, long, cock. he looked… ethereal. bathed in a mixture of warm light and red, making his skin look perfect. he let out a low moan as he tugged upwards. “fuck, always making me feel so good,” he grunts, jerking himself slowly. he dares to look at you once more, dick twitching at the sight of your obvious nerves and subtle movement of your thighs rubbing together. 

he continued to jerk himself, imagining you getting on your knees in front of him. “i want you to choke on this cock baby, get it all nice and wet for me so i can fuck you so good,” he groans. you’re unable to hold back the small whimper and jj’s eyes shoot to you as you put your hand over your mouth. 

jj knows he has the opportunity, and he would hate himself if he didn’t try. “why don’t you just come over here, y/n?” he asks, sitting up straighter. 

you blink hard, glancing from him to the phone in complete shock. “i-, you-” you scramble, pointing to the phone. 

he understands your concern. “i’ll bleep out your name, our faces will be blurred, i won’t even post it if you don’t want to. just try, with me, please?” he proposed. a million thoughts ran through your mind, hundreds of concerns, lots of questions, but above all: desire. 

“o-okay,” you whisper. jj smiles at your response and motions you over to him. he scoots to the side of his bed, looking at his phone screen to make sure he’s still in view. 

you walk slowly to the side of his bed. “take these clothes off for me, pretty girl,” he hums, grabbing you by your waist and running his hands up and down your sides. “i’ll cut this part out, but if you want to slow down or stop just let me know okay? this is all in your ballpark now, y/n,” he says, massaging your hips with his thumbs. 

you look to the phone, seeing the image being recorded and take a deep breath. “okay, but i-i’m going to need to just follow your lead, i-i’m nervous,” you admit.

“nervous because of the phone or because of me?” he asks. 

you shrug, looking away from him. “both,” you answer truthfully. 

jj nods understandingly. “um, would you rather not do it, because it’s me? i’m going to be so honest when i say, i’ve thought about you, like this, a lot. but i get it, we’re friends and if you’re scared of this hurting that i get it. but personally, i don’t think anything could ruin our relationship,” he says. 

“j, i want to, i just… need your direction,” you explain. 

jj smiles at your response, it soon turning to a smirk. “good thing i like being in charge,” he mutters, snapping your waist band. you giggle shyly before guiding jj’s hands to undo the button of your shorts. “oh, needy girl needs me to do it all for her. i see,” he says, yanking you towards him so he can pull them down. jj looks at the pair of underwear you have on and his face starts to get a bit redder. 

“look at these,” he hums, running his hands along the band at your hips. they were a nice dark green lace with a little bow that was way too innocent for how they looked. “show them your pretty panties, baby,” he says, using his grip to turn you to face the camera. you move your hips jokingly side to side, trying to make yourself less nervous. “there you go, look at this little bow,” he chuckles, flicking it with his finger. “let’s show em the back,” he says after a minute of you standing there and him running his hands along them. he lets out a grunt as the cheeky bottoms show off your ass.

jj always thought you had a really nice ass, but right now? he was obsessed. “what?” you muttered, noticing his silence.

he just looks up to you shaking his head. “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this ass from me,” he says, reaching around you and gripping a cheek harshly for the camera to see before slapping it. you yelp in surprise causing jj to smile smugly.

  jj reaches for the edge of your t-shirt, pulling you back to face him before pushing it up. you follow his hint, taking it in your hands and pulling it off to drop it on the floor. “oh fuck, look at those,” jj says, grabbing your waist and pulling you as close to him as he can. he wastes no time burying his face in between your breasts and kissing up your sternum. 

“j,” you mutter in ecstasy, arousal flooding your panties as you start to really think about the situation you’re in. 

you put your hands into his hair, running the strands between your fingers. “don’t say my name, baby,” he mutters against your skin. his tongue softly caresses the swell of your breast before he begins sucking. 

you pout, but realize you probably shouldn’t be using names if this was going to be posted to jj’s only fans. “what am i supposed to call you then?” you ask, letting your head fall back as you took in the feeling of him sucking on your tits.

jj chuckled and then pulled away from your skin. “daddy,” he says, squeezing your ass in tandem to get you to look at him. you look at him in shock, not expecting him to be so forward. “or, if that’s too much, just stick with babe and stuff, ok?” he continues before checking to make sure you were good. you nod in response and he smiles, looking to the camera before beginning to adjust you. jj pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle his thigh. 

he presses his lips to your neck passionately and you let out a moan of surprise. you held his neck with one hand, the other fisting the hair at the nape of his neck. jj held your hip with one hand and used the other on the back of your shoulder blades to push you into him. “need to work you up a bit, don’t want this done too fast,” he mumbles into your skin. 

after a moment of just that, both his hands fall to your hips and he uses his grip to grind you against his bare thigh before pulling away. “fuck, baby, i can feel how wet you are through your panties,” he groans, eyes closing at the feeling of your arousal seep through the thin fabric and leave a trail on his thigh. you whine, burying your face in his neck and beginning to suck a hickey above his collarbone. “what a good girl, getting all messy for me with so little attention. you just want to be my good little girl, don’t ya,” jj grunts, his mind struggling to process that he was talking to you and not a screen. 

jj pushes you off him carefully, laying you down on the bed so your pussy was facing the camera. he sits to your side, grabbing the sides of your panties and looking to you for approval. you nod and he wastes no time peeling them off your body, mouth watering at the sight of a string of arousal connecting your soaked panties to your core. he throws your underwear to the side and then yanks your knees open so the camera could see you all spread out. jj pulls your leg over his lap as he slightly turns. “can i touch your pretty pussy, baby?” he asks, rubbing the innermost part of your thigh just centimeters from your throbbing cunt, all while looking you in the eyes. 

“please,” you whimper, trying to thrust your hips down towards his hand. 

jj smirks, using his middle finger and dipping it into the pool of your arousal near your entrance. his fingers slowly glide upwards, the anticipation making you bite on your lower lip. he reaches your clit, using his singular finger to make slow, slippery circles around your clit. you look to his face, seeing just how focused in he is on his movements. “so wet for me, i think i might have to make this pretty pink little pussy mine,” he says in a husky voice while using his finger to pull your clit upwards, stretching your lips and making you whimper.

“daddy, please,” you say, wriggling your hips. jj looks up to you in slight shock, not expecting you to fall so comfortably so fast. 

jj tsks, adding another finger to swipe across your clit a couple times before lowering down. he checks his phone to make sure you’re both still in frame and then dips his middle and ring finger into you. you moan lowly, letting your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of finally having something inside of you. jj closes his eyes to hold himself together as he starts slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. “you look like such a whore for me, baby,” he says, watching you through his phone screen, mesmerized by the way his fingers easily disappeared into you. he knew his head would be spinning the second his dick was inside of you. “dreamt of this cunt, holy shit,” jj groans, speeding up his pace as you grip onto his arm. you whimper beneath his hand, needing more friction on your clit. 

you squeeze your legs together, the sensation making you choke in pleasure as you scratch jj’s arm. “more,” you moan, back arching as your closed legs make jj’s palm make contact with your clit. 

“more?” jj chuckles, taking his hand away from your pussy and watching mesmerized as you whine for his touch. “does my little slut want my dick? already?” he teases, shoving your knees apart once more. you nod eagerly at him, pussy clenching around nothing. jj motions for you to sit up and you do. he helps maneuver you so you’re now facing sideways, but a little diagonal with your bottom angled slightly towards the camera. 

jj moves to his knees, kneeling in front of you now. “you good with this still?” he asks, faltering back to his semi worried state, checking on you. 

you hold your hands out towards him causing him to lean towards you. you grab the sides of his neck forcing him to stare directly into your eyes. “i really, really need you to fuck me,” you say, thumb tracing his jaw. jj lets out a breath through his nose, nostrils flaring as he tries to hold himself back. he was doing this for you as a friend. he said that this wasn’t going to change your friendship and he wanted to stick as closely to that as possible. he had an overwhelming urge to kiss you, but you didn’t ask for anything romantic between the two of you, this was business. kissing you would mess it up, it would make it too personal. 

he pulls back gently, grabbing your hips and pulling them to him. to avoid having his urge to kiss you worsen, he opts to keep his face further from yours. “i’ll pull out,” he mutters lowly, not wanting to stop to search for a condom he wasn’t even sure he had. you just nod feverishly, not even caring if he decided to cum inside you anyway. “gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good,” he groans, using his hand to guide himself to your entrance. 

he slips just the head of his cock inside, feeling you clench around him as a small moan leaves your lips. “daddy, please, want it hard,” you whine. jj swears his eyes could roll back into his head after hearing you say those words.

before you can register his movements, you’re moaning and throwing your head back as pleasure begins blooming in your gut. jj grabs the backs of your knees, moving your legs up to rest on his chest. he holds onto your lower calves as he rams his dick fully inside of you with no warning. you’re gripping the bed sheets as he grunts and pulls his hips back. “bout to fuck you so hard you’ll go fucking stupid,” he says, punctuating with a sharp forward thrust would sends him into a steady rhythm. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass fill his room, his phone picking up each whimper and grunt that escapes the two of you. you look over to the camera, pussy clenching as it fully hits you. 

jj was recording himself fuck you. he was filming, and he was fucking you. and he was going to post it. not only would a bunch of strangers get to see this, but jj would have it. he could watch it over, and over, and over again. you look at the image reflected on the screen. jj had your legs held tightly to his chest, your breasts were bouncing with each impact he made and you could see his balls slapping against you. your fingers were gripping the sheets and jj’s thighs were beginning to shake. he was holding himself back. he was going to cum because of you on camera. shit, he was going to make you cum on camera and then post it for his followers to see so he could make money off it. you had never felt so turned on.

not wanting to make jj suffer, you reach your hand furthest from the camera to your clit. “that’s it, babygirl, fuckkk yeah rub that pretty clit for daddy,” jj groans, watching your fingers move swiftly over your slick, sensitive clit. you curse, clenching around him as your fingers begin to send you to your edge. you’d never cum so fast, but the idea of being on camera and doing it with jj was something much more arousing than what you’d previously experienced. 

the feeling in your lower stomach was causing you to see stars as it grew tighter and tighter. you sped up the movement of your fingers as jj’s cock stretched you perfectly. “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum already,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut. 

jj picks up his pace, using all of his concentration on not busting inside of you. “cum for me, my fucking whore, fucking cum,” he grunts, his own vision beginning to blur. a loud, gasping moan is heard from you as you tighten around him almost painfully hard and your back arches high off the bed. you body jolts as your fingers continue their speed on your clit. jj drops your legs, pulling out of you quickly to rut between the juncture of your hip and lip of your pussy. you feel his cock nudging the edge of your hand as you send yourself through your orgasm and immediately grab his cock, moving him over to hump against your wet slit, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit as you covered him with your hand. jj grunts, hips stuttering as ropes of his cum splatter against your clit and up past your belly button. his hips grind harder into you as his jaw is dropped in a moan, reveling in riding out his orgasm with the feeling of spreading his cum across your pussy lips. 

both of you pant as you come down from your highs. once jj has enough of a hold on himself again, he pushes himself up and moves your hips to once again face the camera. he shows the camera your pussy, coated in his white cum as you intermediately clench around nothing while you finish coming down. jj moves to get up, stopping the recording and grabbing a t shirt from the floor. he wordlessly wipes you off, being extra careful to lightly go over your sensitive pussy. he wipes himself off as well and then throws the shirt back down and sits next to where your head was resting, eyes closed against the bed. 

“doing okay, y/n?” jj asks, looking at you unsure. you hum lowly, nodding. you blindly reach out next to you, your hand patting against the bed and jj’s thigh until he takes the hint and grabs ahold of your hand. “you sure?” he asks, rubbing the top of your knuckles with his thumb. 

you slowly blink your eyes open before looking at him. “i am doing… so much more than okay,” you say with a smile on your face. you both laugh and jj smiles at you with adoration. “so, when are you um, posting it?” you ask.

jj looks at you for a moment, smiling fading into a more serious face. “you know i don’t have to post it right?” he reminds you.

“uh yes you do, do i get a cut of what you make off it?” you say, also serious but putting a joking tone underneath. 

his finger stops stroking your knuckles. “you’re for real?” he asks and you’re quickly nodding. “well, um, it shouldn’t take me more than tonight to edit it,” he shrugs.

you smile up at him before pushing yourself up to your elbows. “so send me the link when you post it?” you ask, tone flirtier than before. jj smirks at you, liking this attitude on you. 

“you’ll have access to everything i’ve posted…” he trails off.

you raise your brows. “is that a problem?” you question. 

jj shakes his head, smirk growing. “just don’t hurt your arm fingering yourself to me,” he shrugs. you roll your eyes and smack him in the arm to which he just laughs.

“funny, now can you help me up please?” jj immediately moves to help you stand, talking to distract you from the fact that his dick was twitching again at the thought of you getting yourself off to him. 

[carmenized-onions]

Tony, Terry, Tommy? | Walk-In Hotfix

synopsis; You get an unexpected call from an old friend in need of an emergency repair. Good thing: that's kind of your whole gig. Bad thing: You've been avoiding the Berzatto family for the past year.

tasting notes; hurt comfort? idk man, he's in a fuckin' freezer. this is gonna be a long slow-burn series. We don't use Y/N here and we've got a very preestablished storyline going on babes. Eat up.

portion; 3.1k+

possible allergies; SEASON 2 FINALE SPOILERS, I've started writing this before Season 3 comes out in June so we're going WAY off canon (unless I'm an oracle), Mikey is gonna be central baby, any tw you require for the bear-- you require for this.

pairing; Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto & Fem Reader (No pronouns!)

I have not written fanfiction in 5-6 years and once again some goddamn pretty boy just YOINKS me back in. I'm making up my own season three here so I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this series, hopefully it turns out. If it doesn't... C'est la vie, I had fun.

The inciting incident, the thing that pulls you in, and permanently alters the trajectory of your life—                    Is honestly quite boring, because it’s just a phone call from an old friend.

You stare at your screen for what feels like eons but it’s really just a few rings. It’s enough time to frantically search through blankets on your couch for your remote to pause your show— Which might as well be like 10 years of time. You’re heavily debating not answering; what if it’s something heavy? What if a mutual childhood friend died? What if it’s a love or murder confession? What if it’s about the money you owe her? The money she owes you?

Do you really want to take that kind of call? On what’s been a peaceful Friday night? That’s a rarity in your part of Chicago, c’mon. If it’s important, she’ll leave a voicemail... Who are you kidding, she doesn’t leave voicemails— Frankly, it’s bizarre and concerning that she’s calling in the first place instead of spam texting. …Alright, she’s let it get to the fourth ring, she’s probably dead or dying. You need to pick up.

“…Syd?”

She sounds infinitely stressed, but relieved to hear your voice.“Hey, hey, uh—”

There’s a cacophony of yelling, banging, and what you imagine are kitchen noises in the background. Guess she kept to her guns after Sheridan. That’s nice. Or maybe it’s not. Hard to tell.

“Are you good?” She can’t see the concern on your face or your free arm crossing over your waist— But she can imagine it in the worried lilt of your voice.

“Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah— I-I’m good— Well actually, no, I’m not good, that’s why I’m calling. Actually. Sorry. I know it’s been a minute, it’s fucked up to call only when I need something—”

“Syd.”

“Is your dad still a handy-man?”

Ah. Goodbye peaceful Friday night. Hello emergency hotfix services.

You click your teeth, “Oh, no, he retired. Got a case of… Getting fucking old disease.” But a part of you is relieved it’s a thing that’s broken, and not her. This is at least manageable— Whatever it is.

“Fuck. Okay. Fuck. Ha, yeah, my dad’s got that too— Well, okay, then I’ll talk—”

You’re quick to jump in. “I took over the business though. So, if you’re—" “We need help so bad right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at the speed of it, but immediately feel guilty hearing the desperation in it. “Yeah? Who’s we?”

You stick the cellphone in the crux of your neck, already walking across your apartment to throw on your jumpsuit— Dark navy blue, elbow length sleeves, dad’s old logo embroidered on your right breast pocket.

CHICAGO’S KINDEST ⚒ FIXERS & CO. It’s managed to grow on you.

There’s an egregious number of patches ironed or sewn onto the back and shoulders of it. All from businesses you and your father had either worked with or done odd jobs for. A NASCAR jumpsuit, but for nostalgia and small businesses. Something something ‘it all starts with your neighbourhood’. Your dad would say.

Syd continues, she hasn’t changed much. You hear her sharp dicing in the background, the rhythm seems to calm down into an actual flow instead of erratic speed. You figure either the dinner rush is starting to slow down or she’s relieved you’re coming. Who are you being humble for, no shot it’s the former.

“So, you know how I’m like— Like a chef and shit?”

 You hum the affirmative, putting her on speakerphone so you can pull out your tool kit with both hands.

“So like, I actually co-own this restaurant opening tonight.”

“Oh nice!”

“Yeah— Yeah, yeah, it’s really nice, but actually, it’s not, because it’s bad.”

“In the way I can fix?”

“In the way you can fix, yeah. Hopefully.”

“What’s the damage?”

“So, my co-owner uh, Carmen, he got locked in the walk-in. Like trapped.”

You take a beat, a confused one. Half-stepping, almost tripping. You stare at your tools, picking out what you’ll actually need for this— How the fuck— “How is he trapped in the walk-in?”

“So, he meant to call to get it fixed—” “And he didn’t?” “And he didn’t.”

“What was broke about it in the first place?”

“The doorknob on the inside, broke off. And right now, or, more like, 5 minutes ago, the handle on the outside broke off too.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.”

“Do you have the outside handle, still?”

“Yeah. Yeah, laying around somewhere— It snapped off though, like—”

“Clean?”

“Uh…. Y’know, I would check, but I’m actually kinda—"

“Can we run table 36, please, Chefs?!” Now that’s an uncomfortably familiar voice.

“Yes, Chef! …I’m kinda busy.”

“Right. Restaurant. Oh, what fucking restaurant? You said Carmen, that’s that fuckin’ Michelin guy, right?” Berzatto. It has to be. The smallness of this world is a personal prank on you.

“…How do you know that?” Son of a bitch.

“…I try to remember what you like.” It’s a good save, but that was too intimate for 3 years of no contact besides Happy Birthday texts, fuck fuck, recover— “Ahem, uh, Restaurant?”

“The Bear. Formerly The Beef. You do still live in Chicago, right?”

Berzatto. Confirmed. Bleh.

“Fortunate for you, I do. I know The Beef, I’m not far, I’ll be there in ten. Tell him to not have a panic attack, if you get a minute.”

“I will not get a minute. But I love the dream.”

And you’re off. Jumpsuit half zipped over what was supposed to be a sleep shirt but is now posthumously a work shirt. Nobody has to know you’re wearing pajama shorts under this. Carhartt jacket thrown over your shoulders— Your dad’s, so, a bit oversized. Toolbox in hand, utility belt on— Though you’re mildly sure if your hypothesis is right, you will only need your threateningly long sledgehammer.

Thank God for your car. CTA would not like you right now.

You pull up front. Oh boy. The sign change is making you feel a type of way that you were not expecting. Pride? Envy? All seven of the deadly sins? Maybe. No time to stew on it because there’s an older woman smoking and having an emotional spat with who you assume is her shivering son out front. So. Definitely going through the back alley instead of getting in the middle of that shit.

Alas, it’s not any better, because there’s Syd, vomiting next to a dumpster.

“Better to ignore or acknowledge you in this moment?” Is the response you decide is best, despite the question, you’re already by her side. You put your tools down (out of the splash zone) and rub her back with one hand, holding back straying braids with the other.

“I couldn’t—” More vomit. “Fuckin’ tell ya.” Syd takes a few deep breathes before standing. She considers going in for a hug, but remembers, the vomit. “Good to see you. I want to catch up, f’real, but—” “The bear in the walk-in?” “The bear in the walk-in.”

You nod, fishing through your pocket. You hand her a mini container of Tums. She waves it off, of course, and you double down, of course, “Who you acting tough for?”

“Fuckin… No one.” She grimaces, taking the box. She makes a show of taking one, like a fussy kid.

You refuse to take it back. “Keep it.”

“Never stopped being the mom friend, eh?”

You laugh, picking up your tools again. “Listen, there’s no telling what the night and your stomach holds. Lead the way?”

The Bear is pretty, or at least the kitchen of it is, so far. It’s clean. Cleaner than it used to be. The death trap walk-in is really the only eyesore for you. You stare at the broken-off handle in your hand, twisting it back and forth to look at all the angles. It’s honestly a pretty clean break.

Sydney’s left to talk to her dad, as she should, and the rest of the kitchen is either too busy to pay you mind or is just silently relieved to see you.

Tina— Who has thankfully opted to not say ‘Hey, good to see you, it’s been a year, what the fuck’—Taps the walk-in door and says to this elusive Michelin Carmen that she’ll be right back, that help’s here. He does not seem to register this at all. She gently slaps your cheek before rushing back to her station, regardless.

“Maybe I’m just not built for this, maybe, maybe that’s okay— Maybe that just is.”

You’ve never said his name to him, it feels heavy on your tongue. “Carmen.”

“Right? What the fuck was I thinking?”

Alright, he’s too far gone. You flag down one of the cooks that are just shadowing for the night. “Hey, can you hold this in place for me?”

You stick the handle into what’s left of the hinge still attached to the door, which is, not much— But hopefully, again, if your hypothesis is correct, it’ll give enough leverage. The cook holds it in place, a little terrified as your sledgehammer comes into view.

“Not gonna hit you, promise.”

“—I’m a fuckin’ psycho. That’s why. That’s why I’m good at what I do.”

You tap (bang) the hammer on the door, enough to stop his train of thought. For a second, at least. “Sweetheart, I need you to stand up for me, Carmen Chef Sir.”

“…Tony?”

“...Who the fuck is Tony?”

The meek cook beside you speaks up, “He means Tommy.”

And Tina is quick to yell from across the kitchen— hearing how? We don’t know. “It’s Terry!”

“I am none of these people.” You sigh, readying the hammer. “Carmen, can you stand up, and just tuck your fingers in the wedge of the door? If there is one?”

“Heard. Yeah.” There’s shuffling from in there, getting into position. Though the steps and the words seem dazed, as he’s forced out of a mental fog. “Here.”

“This isn’t a fix by the way. Your whole door is fucked after this. Not that it isn’t already, but, y’know.” You back up, teeing yourself up before running forward.

“Well, wait—”

You slam the mallet into the tip of the handle perfectly, forcing it way too tight into the gap of the hinge. You push the cook aside with your hip, now using the long handle of the mallet to stick between the knob and the door, using it as further leverage to pull it open. It is incredibly straining.

“Carmy!” Is it okay to say that nickname before you’ve even seen his face? Eh. You’re moving the boulder, he’ll forgive you. “You feel air?!”

“Holy shit— Yeah, yeah— Push?!” “Of course fucking push!”

And it becomes apparent in this exchange of force that this Head Chef must be significantly stronger than you, because it’s opening a lot faster now. Though, fast is a strong word for the snail pace this is happening at. But it’s more than the nothing that was happening a minute ago.

“Aye… Cousin?” Richie, in a… suit? Runs up to you, coming from front of house. He immediately grabs a free spot on the sledgehammer’s handle to help pull. He was shocked to see you doing, well, this, right now, but then upon registering, he’s just shocked to see you. Period.

You can only groan in response, sticking a leg up and putting your foot on the wall as if it’s gonna add meaningful leverage— Oh wait, it kinda is. “Y'clean up good, Rich— Opening going—Fuck— well?”

“Oh yeah, fucking peachy.” He can only manage to wheeze in reply. Investing his strength in yanking rather than reintroductions; thankfully it pays off.

The hinge shoots open, you would have absolutely fallen on your ass if Richie was not ready to stabilize you. The walk-in door cracks open. Just a bit. It’s not dramatic, it’s just a breath.

It’s so anti-climactic that Richie doesn’t mind walking off to cheer before Carmen even comes out. Clapping your back as he does. “Let’s what I like to fuckin’ see, Cousin! Ingenuity!”

Though, to be fair, he’s moving to intercept a very sweet looking, worried girl. You look up at her, wheezing as you keel over slightly to catch your breath, hands on your knees. She’s saying something along the lines of ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Is he okay?’ Girlfriend? Probably. Richie seems to be coaxing her accordingly. You turn your head back to the door. Carmen hasn’t come out yet. That’s a red flag. With another wheeze, you stand up right, opening the door further, peeking in.

He's standing there, catatonic. Not looking at you, but straight forward, beyond you. He must’ve been by the door to push it open but now he’s stumbled against the back shelf. Every time his girl’s voice manages to ring into here, his eyes crinkle— Wince. His breath keeps hitching. He looks afraid. It is better to be caged right now than it is to be out there, doing whatever he could be doing, right now. Talking to anyone might be a death sentence, right now.

“I don’t need to provide amusement or enjoyment. I don’t need to receive any amusement or enjoyment. I’m completely fine with that.” He mumbles repeatedly. You can barely hear it over the buzzing of the freezer.

Whispering it just for himself, like some sort of fucked up mantra. Like it’s a state of inner peace to feel this bad. You doubt he even sees you right now.

You know you don’t know Carmy personally. Mostly just through hearsay.

He’s never met or heard of you, that’s for sure.

But you know Berzattos. Or. Knew the one.

And you know a downward spiral. Intimately.

And you know that right now, he’s fucking cold. He is shivering and making no move to leave that state. You think he thinks that’s the state he deserves to stay in.

Nothing to lose but a good first impression, right? You drop a screwdriver in the doorway as a doorstop— Because how fucking dumb would it be if you both got stuck? And. Extremely slowly, you approach him not unlike approaching an actual captive bear. In your eyes, you might as well be.

Standing right in front of him doesn’t stop his mantra. You slip your jacket off, half hugging him to drape it over his shoulders. “You’re just cold.”

“I’m a—” “You’re just. Cold.” You cut him off before he has the chance to self-deprecate again, smoothing out the sleeves on him. His eyes readjust to actually look at you rather than somewhere beyond.

You sniff. You’re already cold and it’s been 30 seconds. This poor thing. You rub your hands together, breathing hot air into them before touching them to his frigid fucking face. “Fuck you’re really cold. Like danger cold.”

Never being one for boundaries or hesitation, you hug yourself to him. It’s the fastest way to warm him up. You slip your hands under the jacket— Your jacket— And just engulf the Italian Popsicle Man before you.

Shockingly, he doesn’t push you off or suddenly reawaken to his senses and tell you to fuck off. He doesn’t flinch, if anything he leans in. His body doesn’t really have time for surprise, right now, it just takes what it needs. And what it needs is warmth and oxytocin. His breathing slowly but surely self regulates, and once you start to remember decorum you lower your arms— But. He opts to place his chin on your shoulder, like the world’s most gentle hook, and that alone is enough to keep you there.

It's a long, silent, liminal spacey moment before he speaks again. Both of you speak just above the decibel of the freezer's buzzing.

“You’re not Tony.”

“Terry.”

“You’re Terry?”

“No, Tina said Tony’s Terry. I don’t know who the fuck Terry is.”

“Terry’s the fridge guy.”

“You’re still going to need to call him; I did just make it worse.”

“That’s fine.” He swallows. “Who called you?”

“Syd.”

“Should’ve called you earlier.”

“Should’ve called the fridge guy earlier.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, but he makes no move to move, so you don’t either.

“You know Mikey too?”

Ah. The patch. The Beef. It's worn, but it sits proudly on the left shoulder of your jumpsuit. Your heart tightens and so does your posture.

“Yeah.” You sigh. It’s shakier than you’d like it to be. “Dad knew him, so then I knew him, so then I occasionally fixed shit for him. Shit that ‘Fak couldn’t?’ I think his name was?”

“Hm.” He hums. “He ever got locked in the walk-in?”

“Yeah, he really fucked it up, like waayy worse than whatever happened with you tonight. Like whatever happened. At least 10 times worse.” Your voice is coated with sarcasm, but it’s not entirely untrue.

You’re relieved, when Carmen laughs at this, a touch maniacally, but it’s something. Right now, any emotion from him besides regret and anxiety feels like a trophy. He straightens up, pushing his hair back, so you remove your arms.

“You’re fuckin’ funny, Tony.”

“Still not Tony.”

“Oh my god!” A blonde, very pregnant woman cracks the door open, relieved. “Are you okay, Bear?” You step aside so she can hug Carmen, holding his cheeks to look over him. Oh, this has to be—

“I’m good, I’m great, Sug.” He says this incredibly unconvincingly, hanging one hand on her wrist.

But what matters more in your brain right now is: That’s Sugar. Natalie.

And now you can put a face to both siblings you’ve been bitched about to.

Chain-smoker, means well, cringeworthy husband, too good for her family, incredibly judgemental, cares too much and worries more, loves to fight, her mother’s daughter, pushy, sticks her foot in her mouth, can’t take no for an answer, would lay down her life. Natalie Berzatto. Little sister.

Michelin Star retaining, big shot, sensitive, definitely a virgin, ball buster, sweats the small stuff, sweetheart, asshole, incredibly smart, flighty, coward, deeply loyal, whiny, screamer, show-off, fantastic drawer, shell, mister new york, annoyingly humble, undeniably the most talented. Carmen Berzatto. Baby brother.

Mikey’s words. Of course.

Nat turns her gaze over to you, “Thank you.” You can only bring yourself to nod in reply, a bit awkward— Lost in your rolodex of memories of the people you’ve never actually met until right now. It’s weird to feel parasocial about a normal person.   

“Our toilet, exploded.” She says.

Now that pulls out you of it, and gets a laugh out of you. You put your hand over your mouth. “Yeah?”

Sugar shakes her head, eyes widening like she’s just stepped in it, “I didn’t mean like— Like, you just did a job, right, that’s like tacking on another last-minute service—”

“That’s fine.” You put a hand up stopping her from continuing, still chuckling. “I’ll take a look at it tonight and try to fix it tomorrow?”

She nods, smiling bright, “Thank you, Tommy.”

Who needs to use Y/N when you have the fridge guy?

I so desperately hope you liked this first chapter. I've been stewing on this for like a week so I beg of you to reply/reblog/send me an ask (anon or not!!) telling me what you thought!! Unless it's mean!! In which case, do NOT!!!

And just a forewarning, as we step into uncharted territory where the walk-in meltdown was cut short, I need you to hold my hand through it bb. We're making this man's life better or we're gonna die trying.

Next Part

[kingkatsuki]

— crush’d

You’re Bakugou’s one true love, but you’re curious to know if he’s had any crushes before you.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship.

Word Count: 0.9k.

You’d known when you first started dating Bakugou that you were his first proper relationship. It was something that never really bothered you, in fact it was quite the opposite. It felt nice knowing that you were experiencing things together for the first time, and with no real expectations you both formed the perfect bond. But there was always an inquisitiveness in your mind about Bakugou’s previous love life, and whilst there weren’t any previous girlfriends you were curious to know about the crushes he’d had before you.

“You must have had a crush on someone” You sat beside him on the couch, snuggled beneath a large Dynamight fleece blanket as you debated which movie to watch for date night.

“It’s only ever been you” Bakugou replies simply, his left arm slung over your thighs as his right hand holds the television remote. Sinking himself deeper into the couch as he relaxes after a long day at work, the slightest smudge of black from his hero mask still streaked beneath his eyes as his hair sits damp after his quick shower.

“Yeah, but you can still have crushes on people!” You pressed.

“I don’t have crushes,” Bakugou scoffed.

“I told you, silly.” You roll your eyes, “You must have had a crush on me before we started dating, right?”

You thought back to the times where Bakugou would appear at your workplace between shifts, spending a little longer than necessary on his patrol route in the same area in the hopes of catching a glimpse of you.

“Nah, you just annoyed me until we started dating.” He snickered.

“I think it’s the other way round, mister.” You gave him an incredulous look, “Do I have to remind you when you sent Kiri in to ask if I hated you because I didn’t see you when you waved that one morning.”

“Wait— I annoyed you?” Bakugou gave you a defensive look, his eyes widening in worry as he looked like a kicked puppy, “You said you liked when I came in to see you.”

“I’m only joking,” You snorted, “You’re too cute.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, hiding his face back inside his hoodie as he gave your thigh a soft squeeze. Continuing to scroll aimlessly for something to watch on television.

“No, but seriously. There must have been a girl you fancied before me.”

It wasn’t that you were insecure in your relationship with the number two hero, it was quite the opposite really. Bakugou made you feel more wanted and loved than anyone before, even with his demanding career he made it abundantly clear how much you mattered to him. A fact that had your heart racing whenever you thought about it.

“Not really,” He shrugged, clicking onto one of the action movies on the screen to read the synopsis, “Didn’t have time for that shit.”

“Come on, Katsu. There must have been someone,” You squeezed his arm, “Not even asking a girl to marry you when you were five?”

“Nah,” He smirks, “Most girls were scared’a me.”

“So who was the first proper crush you ever had?” You continued, “Even just the first person you thought was cute.”

Bakugou stopped scrolling through the list of movies, nose scrunched slightly as he was deep in thought. You knew his friends would tease and taunt him for you being his first girlfriend in his thirties, the life of a Pro making it difficult for him to form any lasting connections— not that he seemingly wanted to anyway, too focused on his career goals than trying to settle down. But there had to be people in his past life that he found attractive, or at least crushed on growing up. Thinking back to the crushes you had when you were younger, drawing silly hearts around their names in workbooks at school or dreaming up fantasy scenarios of you getting married and having kids.

“Didn’t really get a crush on anyone until I was fifteen, sixteen.” He thinks.

“Yeah? So spill-“ You poked his side playfully.

“Off, woman.” He made a feeble attempt of batting you away as you yelped playfully, “Mirko.”

“Mirko?” You grinned, “The rabbit hero?”

“Yeah,” He chewed the inside of his cheek.

“That’s so cute,” You continued, “No wonder you have those action figures of her in your room.”

“They’re collectibles.” Bakugou corrected you with a scoff.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” You replied, sarcasm oozing from your voice as you gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. So what about you?” Crimson eyes look to the side to shoot the same question across to you, “Who’d you like?”

You thought back to all the crushes you’d had over the years, the older Pro-Heroes that used to cover your walls as a teenager, and the musicians that held your heart in their hands whenever you heard their songs. But you couldn’t think of another guy that had the same effect on you that Bakugou had, no one else felt the same.

“I don’t think I had a proper crush until I was a little older either,” You think back, “I did ask a boy to marry me when I was five though.”

“I woulda married you first.” He replies simply.

“Katsu, I was five.” You laugh, and Bakugou is certain you’ve never sounded prettier.

“So?” He scoffs, “Reckon I woulda known back then you were the one too.”

“That’s sweet.” You lean onto his arm to press a glossy kiss to the stubble against his jaw, the slightest tinge of pink glowing against his cheeks as he stays facing forward.

“Wait, who asked you to marry them?” Bakugou whips his head to the side to lock eyes with you, brows furrowed in irritation.

“Katsuki I know you’re not getting jealous of five year old me being proposed to.” You grin.

“I’m not,” He grumbles, pausing for a moment as you take the control out of his hands to start scrolling through movies, “But you said no right?”

[t1red-twilight]

hi i love ur writing :-))) could you write smthn about play fighting with peter :( he’d let you win fs :(

play fighting

summary: play fighting with peter parker.

content/warnings: gn! reader, fluff, play fighting, chili’s mention (i <3 chilis), i made the play fighting a little less physical, i hope that’s alright anon:)

notes: tysm! i really appreciate your support. ily<33

word count: 1.1k

masterlist

“peter, could you hand me the remote? please?” you looked over at him from where you were lounging on the couch.

he looked over at you and gave a devious crooked smile. “hmmm, no. i think the infomercial channel is rather exciting right now.”

“hand me the remote, peter.” you looked over at him with an attempted appearance of distaste, but your amusement showed through. reaching over him for the remote, you tried to keep your smile to a minimum.

before you could reach the remote, he grabbed it swiftly. you collapsed on top of him in false exhaustion. he chuckled as you stretched your hand and continued to try and take the remote from him.

you lightly hit him and he gave you a gentle shove back. this continued for some time, but you could tell he definitely was not giving his full strength in fighting you off.

eventually, you gave up trying to get the remote and face planted into his lap. muffled, you whined at him. “peter. please hand me the remote. or at least change the channel.”

“not when you look so cute trying to steal it from me.”

you groaned again. “you are such an ass, peter.”

he snorted in response, and then changed the channel.

-

after a long day of grueling work and dealing with insufferable people, all you were looking forward to was getting in bed and sleeping for nine hours. you had forced yourself to get out of your work attire, and you were laying with peter in bed.

suddenly, your cocoon of warmth was pulled from you. you tried to reach over and pull the duvet back over you and resume trying to sleep, but the sheets stayed put.

sitting up, you looked over at peter. he was very clearly still awake; you could tell this from his boyish grin that laid atop his face. the covers were pulled right up to his chin. he would have looked very cozy and adorable if you had not been absolutely frigid.

he peeked one eye open and shut it quickly. “peter.” you realized the game he was playing and decided to play along, even though your day was very tiring.

you laughed lightly. “oh, you ass.”

you took hold of the covers, and pulled with all your might to peel them away from peter. success! then, with them firmly in your clutches, you dove for your side of the bed and held on to them as tightly as you could with your back turned towards peter..

from the other side of the bed, you could hear peter sit up. you heard him chuckle raspily.

peter then proceeded to flop on top of you.

“pete, i can’t breathe.”

when he replied, his voice lowered. “share the covers, honey.”

“no! you’ll just steal them from me again,” your voice heightened in pitch as you ‘argued’ with him.

“mmmm, i won’t. not if you let me hold you,” he mumbled into your neck.

you pretended to think about this prospect, even though you were more than happy with his suggestion. “fine. your proposition sounds perfectly adequate.”

-

peter had treated you to some chili’s. when either of you would have a particularly rough week, you would have an extra date night (wednesdays were assigned date night, but sometimes extra dates were required).

you had reached the end of your meal, and after debating over who should get the last bite of lava cake, the time had come for the bill to be paid.

one look at pete and you could tell what his plan was. he reached for the tablet, but you were able to grab it long before he did.

you shoved yourself as far as you could into the wall of your side of the booth the two of you were sitting in, and desperately tried to pull your card out of your wallet. your attempts were in vain, however.

in your moment of distraction, peter nabbed the tablet out of your hold. you very stealthily tried to move your card over to the ‘tap’ portion of the tablet without peter noticing.

nonetheless, he did notice. he promptly swatted your hand away lightly.

you folded your arms over your chest in defeat. after he had completed payment, he looked at you with a victorious smile that spanned from ear to ear.

“you are such an ass. you know that, right?” you said as he stood up.

he held his hand out to help you up. “yeah, sure. if you say so darling.”

-

the movie that you were watching (some sci-fi that you both were meaning to watch) had not come to a close at all. in fact, it was barely past the exposition.

yet, you were falling asleep on peter’s shoulder. you had meant to stay up and alert for the entirety of the film, but your plan was failing.

peter turned his head and looked down at you. he brushed some hair off of your forehead and smiled. “all right. it’s time for bed.”

“no, i’m awake.” even as you said this, your eyes remained closed. “this is just how i watch movies.”

“you are very not awake, my love. you were almost snoring a second ago.” the timbre of his voice vibrated against your head.

you picked your head up and tried to blink the sleep out of your eyes. he had paused the movie previously when he had noticed how tired you were becoming.

you tried to snatch the remote, but he moved it out of your reach. you lightly smacked his chest. “i can stay awake, i promise.” he moved his hand to hold yours and stroked his thumb over the back of your hand. “we’ve been meaning to watch this movie. i can stay awake, i promise.”

he kissed the top of your head and chuckled. “we have the whole weekend. let’s just go to bed now, yeah?”

“please, pete. i can stay awake. scout’s honor.” your head had returned to its spot on his shoulder, and you held up your fingers in faux scout salute. you nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his collarbone.

he hummed before responding. “i think it’s time for bed.”

“you are such an ass, peter.”

all he did was guide you to the bedroom and chuckle.

-

a couple days later, you were both in bed. “peter?”

he opened he eyes to look at you. you were laying across from him in your shared bed. “yeah? you alright?”

“you know that when i call you an ass i don’t mean it, right?” you looked into his eyes.

he exhaled out in a laugh. “of course, honey.” he wrapped his arms around you and tugged you closer to him

“okay good.” you settled into his hold. “i love you,”

“i love you too.” he pulled you in tighter.

[nayziiz]

Bridges | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (you)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

Masterlist

Navigating a relationship fraught with distance and conflicting schedules can feel like traversing a rocky terrain, where every step forward is met with an unpredictable stumble. For you and Carlos, the challenges seem insurmountable at times. His perpetual travels, fueled by professional commitments or personal adventures, create chasms of physical separation that no amount of digital connection can bridge. Your own demanding job adds another layer of complexity, leaving scant pockets of time for meaningful interaction.

In this dynamic, the moments of togetherness become precious, almost elusive treasures hidden amidst the hustle and bustle of life. Video calls, once envisioned as lifelines, are reduced to fleeting encounters, struggling to capture the essence of your bond in pixels and sound waves. The warmth of his embrace, the sound of his laughter, the nuances of his expressions—these are distilled into fragmented pixels on a screen, a pale reflection of the real connection you crave.

The minimal time spent together often ended in arguments, particularly about your job. It wasn’t that you couldn’t work remotely—because you could—but rather, it was a matter of principle; sacrificing everything to please a man didn’t sit well with you. Carlos, to his credit, respected your career and never explicitly demanded such sacrifices, but the thought lingered, occasionally slipping out during heated debates. In those moments, you'd shut down, refusing to speak to him for days before mustering the strength to be civil again. You couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t consider giving up his job if it were so easy.

The aftermath of Carlos's slip of the tongue left a bitter taste in your mouth, a cocktail of resentment and hurt that soured the air between you. The weight of his words hung heavy in the silence that enveloped your shared space, casting a shadow over the once-intimate moments you cherished. The resentment festered, morphing into a simmering disdain that threatened to consume any remnants of affection.

Sleeping in the spare bedroom became an act of self-preservation, a physical manifestation of the emotional distance you felt compelled to maintain. Meals were solitary affairs, punctuated by the hollow echo of his absence and the gnawing ache of unresolved conflict. You sought refuge in the sanctuary of your bedroom, retreating behind closed doors as a shield against the pain that lingered in the spaces between you.

In hindsight, you couldn't help but question the pettiness of your actions. Was it fair to punish him with your silent reproach, denying him the opportunity to apologise and seek reconciliation? Perhaps not, but in the throes of hurt and indignation, rationality often takes a backseat to raw emotion. The desire for acknowledgment, for validation of your pain, outweighed any semblance of reason.

For Carlos, the silence was deafening, a constant reminder of his transgression and the widening chasm between you. He longed for the chance to express his regret, to extend an olive branch in the hopes of mending the fractured bond. Yet, each attempt was met with a wall of icy silence, leaving him stranded on the shores of remorse with no path to redemption.

In the end, both of you found yourselves trapped in a cycle of resentment and regret, each harbouring grievances left unspoken in the name of pride and stubbornness. The space between you grew wider with each passing day, a gaping void that threatened to swallow any hope of reconciliation. And as the silence stretched on, the echoes of unsaid apologies reverberated in the emptiness, a haunting reminder of the love that lay buried beneath the rubble of unresolved conflict.

Recognizing the toxicity of the situation, you came to the sobering realisation that the only path forward was to bring closure to the tumultuous chapter of your relationship. Amid the tangled web of hurt feelings and unresolved conflicts, the prospect of an amicable parting seemed like a distant beacon of hope, offering a glimmer of light in the darkness of uncertainty.

It was a decision fraught with emotion, tinged with a bittersweet mixture of sadness and relief. Ending things meant confronting the painful truth that the love you once shared had morphed into something unrecognisable, weighed down by the burden of unspoken grievances and unmet expectations. Yet, it also offered the promise of liberation, a chance to reclaim agency over your own happiness and well-being.

As you walked side by side along the familiar path to the nearby park, the weight of the impending conversation hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable tension over the otherwise serene atmosphere. The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves provided a backdrop to the silence that stretched between you, punctuated only by sporadic attempts at small talk that faltered and died as quickly as they began.

Each step felt like a journey into the unknown, a hesitant march towards a destination fraught with uncertainty and apprehension. You stole glances at Carlos, noting the furrow of his brow and the downturn of his lips, a reflection of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

As you walked together, the weight of the impending conversation still heavy on your mind, Carlos's sudden shift in focus caught you off guard. Following his gaze, you spotted the source of his attention—a young boy, no older than six, standing alone with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without hesitation, Carlos reached for your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, as he guided you towards the distraught child. There was a sense of urgency in his movements, a silent determination to offer comfort and assistance to someone in need.

As you approached, the boy's cries grew louder, echoing through the quiet surroundings of the park. His eyes widened in surprise as Carlos knelt down beside him, his voice gentle and soothing as he offered words of reassurance.

“Hey there, buddy. What's wrong? Are you lost?” Carlos's voice was calm and steady, a beacon of comfort amidst the storm of the boy's emotions. The boy sniffled, wiping tears from his cheeks as he nodded hesitantly.

“I-I can't find my mom,” he whimpered, his bottom lip quivering with fear.

“It's okay, we're going to help you find her, alright? What's your name?” Carlos's expression softened, his eyes filled with empathy as he reached out to gently pat the boy's shoulder. 

The boy sniffled again, his tears beginning to abate as he whispered, “Nicolas.”

you couldn't help but instinctively pull him closer, enveloping him in a protective embrace as you offered what comfort you could. His small frame felt fragile against your side, a poignant reminder of the vulnerability of youth and the universal need for reassurance in times of distress.

Swallowing hard against the lump that threatened to rise in your throat, you fought to maintain a façade of composure, knowing that your own tears would offer little solace to the frightened child in your arms. Instead, you focused on projecting an aura of calm and reassurance, drawing strength from the warmth of Carlos's presence by your side.

Turning to him, you met his gaze, finding in his eyes a reflection of your own concern and worry. Yet, beneath the surface, there was also a shared determination—a silent pact to weather whatever storm lay ahead, together.

“We'll find his mom, Carlos,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you sought to reassure both the boy and yourself. “We won't stop until we do.”

Carlos nodded, his expression a mixture of resolve and compassion as he reached out to gently squeeze your hand.

“We'll do whatever it takes,” he replied, his voice steady despite the hint of emotion that lingered in his tone.

“What does your mom look like? Can you remember what she was wearing?” you asked the young boy.

As Nicolas described his mother's appearance, you listened intently, committing every detail to memory as you scanned the park for any sign of a woman matching his description. Carlos, ever vigilant, was already casting his gaze across the sprawling expanse of greenery, searching for the telltale hint of pink amidst the sea of foliage and fellow park-goers.

Your heart raced with each passing moment, the urgency of the situation driving you forward as you navigated the maze of pathways and shaded groves. Every rustle of leaves, every flash of colour, sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through your veins, heightening your senses as you strained to catch a glimpse of Nicolas's missing mother.

Minutes stretched into eternity as you combed through the park, your determination unwavering despite the mounting sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

As you lifted Nicolas into your arms, feeling the weight of his small frame against your chest, a surge of maternal instinct washed over you, driving you forward with a sense of purpose and determination. His tear-streaked face nestled against your shoulder, his sobs muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and in that moment, you knew that you would do whatever it took to offer him comfort and reassurance.

Caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, you barely noticed Carlos's approach until he was by your side, his eyes soft with concern and tenderness as he reached out to gently take Nicolas from your arms. His touch was gentle yet firm, his arms cradling the boy with a sense of ease that spoke volumes of his natural empathy and compassion.

“He's too heavy for you to keep carrying,” Carlos remarked, his voice gentle yet firm as he adjusted his grip on Nicolas, offering him a reassuring smile. “Let me take him for a while.”

Reluctantly, you relinquished your hold on Nicolas, watching with a mixture of awe and admiration as Carlos effortlessly carried the boy in his arms. The resentment and anger that had simmered between you for weeks seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and love.

As you watched Carlos interact with Nicolas, his face alight with warmth and kindness, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride welling up within you. Here was a man who had faced his own struggles and shortcomings, yet had risen above them with grace and compassion. In that moment, any doubts or misgivings you had harboured seemed trivial in comparison to the depth of love and admiration you felt for him.

And then, just as doubt began to creep in, a flash of pink caught your eye—a figure emerging from behind a cluster of trees, her black hair glinting in the sunlight as she approached.

“There she is!” Nicolas exclaimed, his voice tinged with relief as he pointed towards the approaching figure.

You followed his gaze, your heart soaring with gratitude and relief as you spotted the woman, her pink shirt unmistakable amidst the verdant backdrop of the park. With a sense of urgency, you guided Nicolas towards her, Carlos at your side as you closed the distance between yourselves and the reunited pair.

As Nicolas's mother enveloped him in a tight embrace, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks, you couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion welling up within you. The tension that had gripped your chest began to ebb away, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and relief as you witnessed the joy of their reunion.

“You've been so kind,” Nicolas’s mother murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Of course,” Carlos replied, his voice soft yet resolute as he met Nicolas's mother's gaze with a reassuring smile. “We're just glad we could help.”

Carlos’s eyes reflected the warmth and sincerity of her words. With a nod of acknowledgment, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close in a gesture of solidarity and support.

Feeling his embrace, you couldn't help but return the gesture, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him closer with a sense of gratitude and affection. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the park and the gentle hum of evening, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment wash over you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

Turning back to Carlos, you met his gaze with a soft smile, a silent acknowledgment of the strength and compassion that had drawn you to him in the first place.

“I can't be without you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a breath as you voiced the depth of your need.

As the words tumbled from your lips, carried on a whisper of vulnerability and longing, you felt the weight of their truth settle heavily in the space between you. In response, Carlos's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of your words as he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands.

“Me either, my love,” he murmured, his voice a tender echo of your own sentiments as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver of emotion coursing through you, reaffirming the depth of the bond that bound you together. Yet, even as you revelled in the comfort of his embrace, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the recesses of your mind—an unspoken acknowledgment of the challenges that lay ahead.

“I don't know how, but we need to fix this,” you added, your voice tinged with determination as you met Carlos's gaze with a steadfast resolve.

The words hung heavy in the air, a solemn vow to confront the obstacles that threatened to tear you apart and find a path forward, together. Carlos nodded, his grip on your body tightening ever so slightly as he met your gaze with a fierce determination of his own.

“No matter what it takes, we'll find a way to make this work,” he replied, his voice infused with unwavering conviction. 

In that moment, as you stood locked in each other's gaze, you knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty. Yet, with love as your guiding light and determination as your compass, you were ready to face whatever obstacles lay in your path, hand in hand, united in purpose and resolve.

[shidouryusm]

𓆩♡𓆪✿༝༚༝༚ -> You're so cool. It makes me hate you so much

Kuroo x reader (gn)

word count- 2.5k words (excuse me wtaf?!)

content: hinted rivals to lovers, mutual pining, lots of bickering between reader and kuroo, mention of cunt (not in smut way).

A.n -> once again this is my worded desire of having a rivals to lover trope in my life. Also it's my first time attempting so let me know how it is. not proofread bruh it's almost 2:30am here.

The night arrives with all its glory of darkness. People marching out in costumes – fake  crimson blood dripping off the sides of their lips while face smothered in white paint, or dark cloaks shrouded their body while a skull mask decorated their face.

Loud music blares into life through the screen of your phone as you watch a small snippet of a party that was getting wilder and wilder via your bestfriend/roomate’s instagram story. She just took a swig of her drink and you were concerned how is she going to hold herself up.

Hollers of enjoyment and rhythmless singing along to songs were mixed with the deafening bass of music.  Everyone was out and about…everyone except you. 

Well, with a stuck up snob as a professor who assigned a report immediately the morning after and with final exams edging near, you had no option but be the bummer and cancel on all invites, leaving your costume hanging sadly on your closet and get down with laptops and notes. 

Frustrations bubbles inside you and FOMO nearly kills your motivation to even study. You put aside your phone, not indulging in moping over other people’s stories anymore. A sigh leaves your lips as you continue finishing the report you wished you didn’t procrastinate. 

Your mind still ponders over the party that you could have went to.

“well at the end, the little A’s splayed all over the grade sheet would be worth all of it.”

You attempt to console yourself. You shall compensate by scoring the top on the finals and rub it on the face of a certain ravenette. Smiling devilishly at the thought.

You hate to admit but a majority part of you keens to perform the best in this elective course that has remotely no relation with your major is to beat that one particular student in your class.

Kuroo Tetsuro. 

The overachieving dumbass nearly topping every exam that he takes. Waltz around the campus with a smirk that urges all the nerves in your body to break through and act on their accord to strangulate him. It’s been only the second time that you matched a course with him but no one in university was more competent than him when it came to pop a vessel in your forehead. 

You don’t even recall how the dynamic between you two ended up like the way it is but you would rather throw yourself from a cliff, down into a lake of acid before thinking about being civil, let alone be friends with him. 

Maybe you are exaggerating, you consciously think, before the memory of him completely destroying your arguments in a debate just a few days back resurfaced in your brain. 

The smug smirk and quirked eyebrows that he flashed your way after the professor referred his points as “seemingly unbeatable” and “you could learn a thing or two from him!!” made your insides fill with bitter grudge against him once again.

But are you the one always getting the short end of the stick? Absolutely not. You are positive that your feelings are reciprocated by him whenever you raise your hands to critic his works. The narrowed hazel eyes and scorned face mirrors all your emotions whenever you bite back his words with equal wit and banter, effectively shutting him up. And that fills you with brimming satisfaction. 

However, amidst this back and forth competition of getting the better grade and constantly critiquing each other, your eyes don’t miss out the way he looks. The unmissed tension that lies between the space whenever you both get in close proximity always leaves you a little breathless, like you’re holding your breath whenever he’s this close. The way his lips looks so glossy whenever your eyes land on them. Your mind subconsciously wondering how they might ta-

Tsk

You snap the book shut and click your tongue in annoyance. Why are you even thinking about him? Pretending that your brain did not just conjure the thought seconds ago, you open your book and return back on doing your work, your mind occupied with newfound competitiveness against him. 

--

The clock hit 10 pm when you rose from the chair, your back stiffened from being in this position, like any wrong movement could crack it. You decide on a quick shower to relieve yourself from the piling stress and stiffness. 

Just as you were finishing up with your skincare, humming while a towel robe drapes your body and hair saturated with water, a series of doorbell broke through your comfortable bubble. Constantly pressing the button like some stubborn kid wanting a trick or treat. 

“If you keep on ringing like that, you best believe I'm tricking your whole lifetime” you mutter as you hurriedly prod towards the door. Opening it with a bit more force, you are met with your stumbling roommate, head hung low and the smell alcohol reek off her. Her feet barely doing any work to balance her and no sooner than that, she topples over, wrapping herself around you.

“Yui?! Oh my goodness. YUI! Are you okay?” you barely register the second person accompanying her as you try to retrieve your passed out bestfriend.

“I don’t think she’s gonna wake up anytime soon”, the deep voice rang through your ears. Your brain processing it two times to reconfirm you actually heard that before your eyes finally landed on the second company. 

His hair was spiked up as usual in his bed hair. Eyes the same batch of hazel and honey. A white dress shirt adorned his upper half, sleeves rolled till the forearms and finally your eyes zooms on his nearly cat-like face. 

“What on earth are you doing here?” your tone carrying equal measures of accusation and surprise. He scoffingly laughs, “well I certainly did not drop by for a chat and some tea time with you. If you haven’t really noticed, your bestfriend is shitfaced to the point of no return. So me, being the gentleman I am, dropped her off.”, you roll your eyes till it reaches your forehead, a snide chuckle escaping your mouth.

“Humour me. You and gentleman don’t exactly fit in one sentence.” you taunt, drawing a sigh out of him. 

“Just like you and compassion, kindness, gratitude, appreciation do not?” he sneers. Before you can retort, you feel Yui’s weight slip off of you and you hastily try to balance her before she falls face down.

But an unconscious person carries weights like a sack of boulders, making it difficult for you to handle. You look over Yui’s shoulder to see Kuroo still standing, a look of pure amusement plastered on his face as he enjoyed the mess in front of him.

“Mind helping?” you bite back at him, barely able to hold the now tumbling Yui. Kuroo swiftly steps in, draping one of Yui’s hand over his neck and balancing her. 

“There’s a nice word called “please”, but of course you wouldn’t know.” you hear him mutter breathily. 

“People lend a hand voluntarily without asking in such situations but ofcourse, kuroo the entitled tetsuro needs a laminated invite card” you dryly say, watching his eyes narrow and mock hurt creeping up on his face. 

“For someone looking pretty as you, you surely got a foul mouth” kuroo hums and you act like your heart didn’t do an unsolicited somersault at that, you clear your throat, muttering a low "anyways" and focus on guiding your bestfriend from the threshold of the door to her bedroom. 

Grin crawls on kuroo’s face knowing he did hit it where it was supposed to be. 

Once settled into the bedroom, you carefully take off her shoes, and remove little of the makeup that she got smeared all over. Her hair was matted with tangles and a little remnant of her puke dried on the side of her lips, that you quickly wipe with a wet towel. 

“What made you all drunk like you lost your lover, Yui?” you wonder out loud. Yui was in no condition to answer so the only response you received from her were snores.

Kuroo chuckles behind you, the sounds of his laughter making you turn. He was leaning against the study table. His stance radiating confidence and ease even in the silent room.

“Haven’t you got a party to attend?” you ask him. He clicks his tongue, “nah not feeling it anymore. I already got out of there with your piece of a work best friend so don’t really see a point going back.”

“Did she talk your ear off with her breakup lore?” you genuinely laugh. The sound of it reaching Kuroo’s ear, further travelling down to his heart, tugging at a string. 

“I wouldn’t say she was a sad drunk, she was hollering, singing tunelessly throughout the car, surely embarrassed the shit out of me”

“Well, if there’s anything that is left of you to get embarrassed, that is. Pretty sure she cockblocked you rightly” you say slyly.

“Says you. Weren’t you destroyed in pieces in that debate? Should have learned a thing or two from me” kuroo snorts out his sardonic laughter as he parrots your professor’s words back at you. Purposely riling you up. 

You step in closer, jabbing your pointer at his chest, “listen you. You made points stupid enough to leave anyone clueless right at that time” you hiss. Stupid counter-attack but he really grinds your gear with comments like that. 

“Points stupid enough to be “unbeatable”. Let’s accept it, sweetheart, I was better. Wouldn't kill you to do this” he grabs your pointer finger, bringing it close to his lips. For a sec, you think he's gonna kiss but he soon lets it go.

Acting like a million thoughts didn't run through your head, you quip against him.

“Uh huh? who’s leading the assignments and questionnaires then?” you proudly retort to which Kuroo shakes his head. His face inches closer, closer till remnants of his cologne hits your nose. 

“Is this why you stayed at home? Busy being a nerd? Didn't digest your defeat well?” you can feel the jeering lilt in his voice, and closely enough you could even see little evil horns sprouting at the top of his head. 

“looking for me in the crowd? Also being ahead in your work doesn’t count as being nerdy. It’s productive. I’m pretty sure I’m way ahead of you while you slack away in parties” 

“Oh yeah? What if I was?” Kuroo steps towards you, scooting a bit to the right. Now towering over your figure. You unknowingly took a step back and press against the edge of the table. You could make out how sculpted his body was underneath the white shirt, illuminated with the golden light radiating from the study table. His hands reach against your sides, knuckles brushing against the towel robe. You momentarily forget you were in nothing but a robe like that and soon heat creeps up over your cheeks and neck. He dips down till he’s face level and now you could make out the pools of honey that his eyes possess. The shirt was unbuttoned till the first two buttons and that exposed a healthy part of his collarbones and the expanse of his neck. The space between you thick with the tension and shared breath and your eyes once again land on his lips, to which you lick your own. 

Kuroo cages you between him, the scent of your shampoo now directly reaching his nose. It’s so significantly you that he audibly inhales, the sweet fragnance of creamy vanilla and coconut engulfing his senses. 

" you were what?" you glare.

"What if I was looking for you in the crowd? Had a few things to say anyways" his stare was intense, voice holding a little rasp and breathlessness that skipped a few of your breaths as well.

Kuroo wouldn't lie, he actually felt grateful for the drunken Yui back there for landing him into this situation.

The moment you had opened the door and he discovered you like that, he was itching to be closer to you. His knuckles brush against the soft fabric of your towel as he grips the table on either sides of you. His eyes landing on the way you lick your lips and he tries his best to not get ahead and close the gap between them. His mouth curves into a smirk at your faltered expression, drinking in the way you look so cute. 

How can a girl with whom he engages in a tooth and nail fight when it comes to academics can invade his thoughts like that? Randomly popping in his thoughts throughout the day and making his insides feel giddy. The front he has to put up to prevent his real emotions reaching his face makes him feel like a teenager with a stupid crush. So he acts his usual self, suppressing all the little hints of affections and thoughts he harbours for you.

But to his relief, he is sure that he is not the only one who feels the exact same way. Annoyance, competition mixed with the little hint of affection. Constantly wanting to push each other to perfection and having thoughts that blends perfectly with one another. Without the constant bickers, you both would be a team that is formidable. 

You don’t know how much time has passed while you are still like this. Your hands rest against the table right beside his and you look at him. Not wanting to break the little staring competition god knows who started. Kuroo reaches over your ear, his breath tickles you slightly as he whispers your name. Your heart thrums like it is daring to leap out. His voice holding a musky timbre and the way it sounded like dulcet almost made you forget all the times he made you want to strangle him. 

“Tetsuro…” you reply with a breathy air, not daring to break the silence that has befallen. The light snores were drifting away into the background and the only place mattered to you was this little section where you and kuroo were attached. 

“Tetsuro huh? Not sure I’d ever let you call me kuroo again, darling” his lips curve into a smile and you shamelessly ogle them. Apart from the times he manages to be the menace, he really is handsome. it is not your first time registering it but the way you are looking at him like it’s the first time is really debatable. 

“I’ll call you an insufferable cunt instead” 

“Ouch that hurts” he grumbles, still unmoving. His left hand slide over the table and it’s almost encircling you. His face scoots closer to you as if a millimeters distance will close the synapse between you. He reaches over your ear once again, finding amusement in the way it causes you to shiver ever so slightly. “You have to know this, Y/n.” kuroo huskily says. 

Anticipation bubbles inside you, as you itch to know what he’s gonna say next. 

“It’s just…I…” you wait with patience, intrigue written all over your face.

“I…already submitted up the report that you slacked on and had to finish it, leaving out on all the fun.” he brings out a file that you had freshly printed out before shower, “impressive work, darling. But as always there are some mistakes you ought to fix” 

“KUROO TETSURO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE” you bombard him with a series of slaps across his chest while he half-heartedly dodges them, his unfiltered hyena laughter ricocheting off the room. Yui groans in the background to which you both pause before you silently launch your onslaught of attacks.

In a series of punches and slaps, you drag him towards the exit door when he grabs your hand, stopping you. Tugging your closer, this time his hands wrap against your back and once again he crouches down, whispering against your ear, an act that you discover freezes you against him.

Unfortunately enough for you, he seems to realise that too. 

“You should let Yui get shitfaced like this often so that I get the lucky opportunity to see you in a towel robe more. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.” His fingertips traces your jawline before his hands reach down your head and give a gentle pat.

uhh..what.

The tapping of foot indicates he has left, his presence still enveloping you, along with the hint of his cologne wafting through the living room. You contemplate on calling in sick tomorrow.

Damn you, Yui.

I'm not sure how to feel about this. may not be my absolute favourite but this is very self indlugent (not surprising). This is very rushed and it's me writing about kuroo after such a long time so lmk how I did!!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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[kooktrash]

DITTO | jeon jungkook [teaser]

summary: you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

[ POSTED ]

➢ established relationship [angst] boyf! jk x girlfriend!y/n [she/her. female anatomy]

➢ 604 words

warnings: teaser. soft boyfriend jk but relationship issues. smut. angst. fluff. [more warnings coming soon] [not a pregnancy fic] [haply ending]

song inspo: wasted affairs — minds eye , ditto — newjeans , still with you — jungkook , another (demo) one #2 — mac demarco

"Jungkook?"

Oh. He was still in the dark kitchen grasping his half empty glass. He looked to the bedroom where you must've noticed he was missing. Shaking his previous thoughts away he finished up his water letting his glass sit on the counter. With a stretch of his arms toward the ceiling and a small yawn he was walking back to the room. He could barely make out your figure but he could see the way you were turned to face the door.

He quietly climbed back into bed feeling you shift a little as you mumbled, "Where'd you go?"

"To get water, come here, let's go back to sleep," he whispered back to you as he tucked himself in next to you. He went to pull you into his arms but you turned the other way instead. He could practically feel the distance you were putting in the middle and just like that all the thoughts were racing back to him. So were you stressed because of him?

"You can't sleep?" You asked drowsily, he nodded knowing you couldn't see him before rasping out an answer, "No."

It went quiet between you two as he continued to stare at the ceiling unable to get tired. You were already half asleep but you could tell he was struggling tonight. Without much debate you turned on your other side to face him and moved closer. His eyes shifted down as you began to snuggle into him and he was quick to turn on his side too. The two of you met halfway and your limbs locked with his while he hugged you to sleep.

He looked at your closed eyes, feeling the way your breathing evened out in relaxation while in his arms. It was so late and you probably had to work early and yet here he was troubling you by being awake.

"Jungkook," you whispered, your voice a little raspy too. He looked down at you, "Hm?"

"Go to sleep," you muttered under your breath. He sighed, "I'll just go to the living room and watch some tv until I can sleep. I know you've got work early."

He didn't give you much time to process what he was saying before he was getting up and leaving. You laid in bed, eyes opening a little watching him leave. You were left alone in your shared bedroom and the guilt was just eating at you. You knew you were being distant but you just have no idea how to even bring up the news. You don’t know how he’ll take it, but you do know you don’t want to leave him and make him think he’s the one doing something wrong.

You were sitting up now, yanking the covers off as you padded across the hardwood floor out the door. Jungkook was laying down on the L shaped couch watching a movie on a low volume. His phone lay on his chest, an arm tucked behind his chest and the other on the remote.

He looked over to the bedroom door when he heard it open. His eyes were big and rounded, innocent looking as you shuffled over to where he was. He didn't question it when you were sitting on the edge of the couch moving to lay over him. He welcomed you with an arm around your waist as you snuggled into his chest. He reached out for the remote, lowering the volume all the way as you let your eyes shut. A small smile appeared on his face as he made himself comfortable on the couch to fall asleep.

::.

just a little teaser fun. yes it’s soft boyfriend hours but also sad boyfriend hours :):

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[lafayette-paw-arts]

HCs for each of the pairings (two of the vees) in the polyvee? Like their dynamic when it's just the two of them.

Oohh, love this question!

Velvette and Valentino will debate fashion for hours while doing makeovers (Vox doesn't see the appeal) they'll watch shitty tv shows in the bathroom and pick it apart while Valentino does Velvette's hair or while she applies a mud mask onto his face. There's been more than one time where Vox has walked in on the two of them having turned the penthouse bathroom into a spa and they've used the bathtub for a mud bath.

Other times Velvette and Valentino will have intense gaming sessions competing to see who is better at (insert game here) it's always changing. They make up stupid rules, they accuse each other of cheating, they throw out random things they get if they win. (More than once Vox's ass has been a reward for winning without him even knowing they're doing this)

Valentino and Vox will rent out a whole movie theatre for themselves. They'll eat snacks, talk loudly since there's no one to shush them and they'll just rip the movie apart even if they like it.

Valentino will often drag Vox out to dinner in a dingy diner that Vox is pretty sure wouldn't pass any sort of health inspection even for hell, but Valentino enjoys bringing him there for a little private date so he allows it. He'd die again before admitting he likes the food there tho.

Vox will take Velvette out to fancy dinners at expensive or trendy resturants and they'll talk for hours about almost anything. He's very charming not that Velvette would ever admit it out loud of her own accord. Then they'll usually end the night getting gelatto from Velvette's favourite place and slowly walking back to the tower continuing to talk, maybe a little lighthearted teasing thrown in.

There has been a few times when Vox has convinced Velvette to "play spies" with him. He'll allow her to dress them both up in whatever spy outfit she wants, and their task is to snatch something off Valentino without him noticing them, funnily enough they've yet to succeed, but they've gotten close before, they find it fun.

As for the dynamics there's a couple of fun things

Velvette and Valentino being the chaotic gossipy bitches who have been trying to come up with a way to get Alastor’s head on a silver platter for Vox- as an anniversary gift

Velvette and Val are chaotic people- more so when Vox isn’t around to reign them in. He has gotten calls from a fucking imp prison because Velvette ended up here… with Valentino’s encouragement

Velvette and Vox- They are… weirdly calm. Velvette seems to almost feed off the energy in the room. So if Vox is calm she’s pretty much on the same wavelength. Sometimes they’ll just sit there and scroll through social media or work. (Just kind of enjoying being in the same space even if not actively doing something together)

When Velvette isn’t calm it’s a different story. Long rants- sometimes telling Vox to find a universal remote and mute himself. He knows to just sit and listen and wait so they can talk rationally about it.

Valentino and Vox are not on the same wavelength but simultaneously are. They don’t need to talk to do a task together because they’ve known each other so long. If they are cooking together for example: (more like Vox is cooking and Val is handing him things) Valentino will rant and rant to Vox about the studio. And Vox will passively listen and make him see logic by treating him like a toddler sometimes. Meanwhile, they’re flawlessly handing each other things they need. Whisk? Handed over. Valentino shutting a pantry door that Vox almost backs into

It’s no offence to Velvette but most of the time if Vox is angry he goes to Valentino. Even if it’s not the smartest move. Sometimes you need someone to be angry with you. To take you to a shooting range or axe throwing or something. To a damn rage room (that’s not recommended for Vox anymore because Val almost hit him with a bat.)

Hope I gave you what you wanted!

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: Don’t know how this college will show up on tumblr, so let’s see. This is an old, old idea that I got one day after I drew all over my arm in eyeliner when I was in class. It was actually really pretty, and thus the idea for this was born. Due to my ADHD it’s hard to focus in class, and because of that I need some sort of stimulation to make my brain think. This was written with an attention disorder in mind for the reader.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: None, just a small drabble with fluff

Words: 900ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“We need to move in from this direction instead and then we can carry them out.” Bucky voiced from his place against the wall. 

I didn’t bother to follow the conversation, as this was the fourth time that they’ve been over editing the plan even when the first plan was perfect. 

I inwardly groaned and leaned my head back, moving my arms and stretching. Enjoying the feel of my back popping. The debate about how we were to get in was still going, and I ended up digging through my jacket pockets. Damn, I had a fidget in here this morning…

Still tuning everyone out, I found an eyeliner pen. Wait, wasn’t I looking for that yesterday?

You have got to be kidding me. I was. My habit, or rather, unconscious habit of losing things wasn’t fun. I misplaced things often enough to where I kept trackers on several items I used daily. Everyone idolizes having an attention disorder until you realize just how fucking shitty it is.

Seriously, I can’t get through the day without misplacing something. Or caffeine. Both. 

I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears as I pulled the cap off the pen. It was one of the oil-based ones, which meant it was easy to clean off of skin. Laying my hand on the table I started sketching some bones on my fingers, then moved to my hand. Keeping tabs on the conversation, I finished my hand and moved to my arm. Instead of bones I just drew swirls, some small stars, and honestly whatever came to mind. I did the same with my other hand, albeit a bit messier because it wasn’t my dominant hand that was doing the drawing.

“We’re done with this for now. Let’s go over this tomorrow.” Steve said as he clapped his hands together, and shut off the screen. I glanced up only to meet Natasha’s eyes. As soon as she caught my gaze she smiled. I smiled back at her.

Everyone in the tower knew I had an attention disorder, and if just given my fidgets I would be fine. It turns out both of the scientists and I share that in common, and more often than not we were inventing some sort of new fidget toy. Of course, after the lighter-knife-spinner combination, we were a bit limited on our creations. Still, we got along great.

Everyone slowly got up and headed out to wherever they would be going, and I pulled out my phone and earbuds. Donning my jacket and tugging my phone in a pocket, I started my music and headed out, headless of Natasha calling after me.

I got to my floor and immediately shoved my shoes and socks off, along with my jacket and pants. I was bored enough that the thought of doodling over my legs sounded entertaining enough that I discarded my pants as well, kicking them over the back of the couch and flopping down onto it. I grabbed the remote and started from where I left off of (Favorite show) and went back to work. Eventually my feet were covered, and I moved up to my calves, then my knees, and soon enough my entire legs were covered. I drew up my arms as best I could, and fixed my hands. 

“So, this was the result?” Natasha’s voice scared the shit out of me, causing a huge streak of eyeliner to mess up my doodles on my arms. I turned towards her, mouth open in shock. She huffed a laugh and went around the couch, sitting down next to me.

She held out her hand. “May I?” She asked. I handed her the pencil and she gently took my arm, and continued my drawing up my arm and onto my shoulder, before lightly drawing them on my neck, and eventually my cheek. 

“These are really pretty...have you considered getting these tattooed?” She asked me as she switched sides and started working on my other arm. 

“I have, but I also realized that I’d want them different as soon as I saw them.” I replied. 

“That makes sense. You typically don’t like things to be permanent, they always need to be changing.” 

“Yeah, some permanent things. Such as tattoos, furniture, clothes. I change those often. But people however...they’re always changing.” 

“Ah, so in relationships you wouldn’t be deterred if someone wanted something permanent with you?” She questioned, tracing the pencil up my neck and onto my cheek, leaning closer to me. 

“No, I wouldn’t. I prefer that type of stability in my life.” I whispered as she leaned closer to me. 

“Do you want something permanent?” 

“I do.” I leaned closer and closed the gap between us.

[clementine-writes-things]

Needy - E.N

Summary: Y/n is on a new birth control, and they are still getting used to how the hormones are affecting their body. After all, it takes a while to get adjusted. Well, the hormones certainly are affecting them...in pretty heated ways. It definitely catches Edward off guard, but he can't really complain. (this kind of just jumps write into it)

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ MDNI, explicit language, smut, periods, birth control, AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, penetration, fluff, a little angst if u squint, gentle sex that turns rough, Edward is a bit of an egotist, Edward being called "Mr. Nashton" and LOVING it, dirty talk, hormonal!Reader, emotional!Reader, horny!Reader, sub!Reader, soft dom!Edward, Edward being an AMAZING boyfriend, aftercare.

Word Count: 9.4k

Songs For Inspo:

PURPLE HEART (w/ Don Toliver) - Odetari

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon

(Apologies if this isn't the best work. I had a difficult time writing this for some reason, and I just decided to post it anyways. I've re-written it like 6 different times. I'm not too proud of it, but I hope you guys like it still. I'm really sorry <3)

"How can I help you feel better, baby?"

Oh to be a biological woman dealing with hormones.

Said absolutely no one ever.

Y/n certainly didn't say it. One of the worst things about being an AFAB woman, is having a period. It's pretty much non-negotiable. There's really no debate about it. They just suck. And y/n had terrible periods. They were so painful, that they were put on birth control by their OBGYN, in hopes that it would not only regulate their flow, but lessen the pain. Now sure, y/n could easily just continue to take birth control, and never have a period again, but it felt weird. It felt weird to not have a period every now and then. Maybe it was paranoia, but they liked knowing that their body was still working properly. Hell, if they were a day late to their period, they'd freak out and think they were pregnant. But they never were, obviously, because Edward and y/n were very careful. Neither of them wanted kids at the moment, and they weren't in the best living conditions to have any either. It was better to be safe than sorry, and wear a condom, even if y/n was on birth control. But that's besides the point. The thing about getting on a new birth control is...

Sometimes it takes a bit to get adjusted to the hormones...

Edward sat at his computer, a remote controller in his hands. He had a pair of headphones on, matching the RGB keyboard and over set up of his PC. Currently, he had the color set on a soft green. It illuminated his face nicely in the dark bedroom that he shared with y/n. He had the day off from work, as it was a Saturday. Y/n, however, had work. Their schedule was never truly consistent, which irritated them greatly, but they got used to it. Usually if their schedule was going to change, they would be notified in advance, so it wasn't too bad. While y/n was at work, Edward had made himself useful around the apartment. He straightened up his desk, which was in the living room, and put away all of his files and books. He had a bad habit of leaving them out when he was finished with them. After he did that, he cleaned the kitchen, and wiped down every surface. He even managed to get a little workout in, but he was very sweaty as a result. He hadn't yet changed or showered, so he sat in his chair in nothing but a slightly sweaty tank top, and a pair of grey sweatpants. Edward didn't work out that much, as he wasn't a big fan of going to public gyms. But when he wanted to workout, and still wanted privacy, he'd just do simple stuff in the apartment. He still had a dad bod, which y/n loved, but he was also starting to get a little toned in the chest, arms, and even his legs. It paired perfectly with his dad bod, giving y/n the best of both worlds.

"Oh ok, yeah that's fine. I'll just ride right off the cliff on my horse. That's...that's definitely what I wanted." He sighed, putting the controller down.

Edward had recently gotten into Red Dead Redemption 2. Some of his coworkers had suggested it, and told him to start with the second game. He was confused as to why, but they said that it would get him more connected to the characters. So far, he was a big fan of the game. If you put an outlaw cowboy in front of him, and give him the ability to ride horses, of course he's going to love it. Who wouldn't? Y/n sure as hell loved to play it. How they played was very different though. Edward would play the game just like the game intended, and he focused on the story a lot. Y/n did the same thing, but they also liked to pretend that they were actually just living life as Arthur Morgan. They liked to wander around, hunt the legendary animals, gather plants and herbs, and fish. Edward loved to watch them play, because he enjoyed seeing them so happy. It warmed his heart a lot. And y/n needed as much happiness as they could get lately. Edward had gone with y/n to the OBGYN appointment when they talked about a new birth control. He went, with y/n's permission of course, because he wanted to be involved with it. Of course he wanted to know about his partner's health, he was their boyfriend. He knew about the side effects that could come with it, he knew about how the hormones could take a while to get used to, and he knew that y/n would be very hormonal for a while. But he told them that he would do his best to help in any way he could. That was one of the reasons he cleaned the apartment, actually. Y/n had mentioned that it felt cluttered, and that it stressed them out a bit to come home to it. Edward agreed, as he usually kept things nice and tidy. But lately he had gotten caught up with work, so he let it slip through his fingers. Cleaning, as strange as it might seem, was therapeutic for him. So really, it wasn't that tolling for him to clean. But even if it was, seeing y/n be less stressed when they came home would be all the reward he would ever need. Speaking of...

Edward looked at the clock on his nightstand.

'10:03 P.M'

He hummed softly, rapping his fingers against the desk. That was very strange. Y/n was closing tonight, and they closed at 9:30. They should be home by now, based on their former nights closing. Normally, being a few minutes late wouldn't be a big deal, but they lived in Gotham. If y/n was a few minutes late, Edward had every right to be paranoid. He sighed, pushing his glasses up and involuntarily blinked roughly. Sometimes when he got anxious or worried, he'd get tics. His phone vibrated on the desk, and he picked it up, looking at the caller ID. It was if they could detect his nerves. Answering the phone, he brought it up to his ear.

"Hell-"

"I'm so fucking tired of this job! I swear! It's like they think I don't have a life outside of work!" They huffed on the other end, cutting him off.

Edward fell silent, spinning in his chair slowly. He looked like he was a therapist listening to their patient.

"I'm sorry, honey. What happened? Are you ok?" He asked, flickering his eyes toward his computer screen.

"No, I'm not fine actually! They had me stay late for literally no reason! They said I needed to clean the store. Like what!? What the fuck do they think I did all day?! I clean while I work! That's literally a part of my job! I swear t- UGH!" They groaned, raising their voice at the last word.

He fidgeted with a bracelet on his wrist.

"That sucks, baby. I'm sorry about that."

"It's not your fault. It's my jizz stain of a boss' fault. Anyways, I'm almost home. I just got off the subway and I'm walking down the block right now." They mumbled, exhaustion evident in their voice.

"Alright sweetheart, I'll see you soon. I love you."

"I love you, too. Bye."

When y/n hung up, Edward put his phone back on the desk. He felt bad for y/n. They had complained about how much their boss sucked before, and Edward fully agreed. Y/n was a fairly new employee at the store, so it really didn't make sense as to why they would be expected to do so many things so soon. Plus, they also had coworkers that liked to slack off, so they tended to pick up the tasks they didn't finish. But Edward had a sneaking suspicion that y/n was dealing with a little more than they let on through the phone call. Grabbing his controller, he played the game again. He'd have to ask them about it when they got back.

It was around 10:14 when y/n arrived at the apartment. The jingle of keys and the click of the door caught Edward's attention. He turned around, ready to get out of his chair, but y/n entered the bedroom before he could. They didn't say anything, but walked towards the bed and face planted on it. Edward watched in pity, leaning back into his chair. Y/n screamed into the mattress, muffling the noise. Not even a second later, they got up and started to take off their work uniform. Edward remained quiet, watching as y/n got undressed and ranted about work.

"I'm going to bomb the building. Air strike. Mustard gas. Do we have ammonia?" They asked, throwing their work visor across the room, not caring where it landed.

"I'm not sure I want to encourage that." He said, removing his headphones.

Y/n pulled their shirt over their head, tossing it in the hamper. Edward's cheeks flushed a little bit, still getting giddy when he saw y/n like that. They had been dating for over a year already, and he still felt like kicking his feet back and forth whenever he kissed y/n, or got intimate in anyway. Y/n groaned, covering their face with their hands.

"Fucking SAMANTHA! What the fuck!? She's worked there longer than I have, and she 'doesn't know how to prep the veggies'. Can you believe that shit!?"

Edward chuckled a little bit.

"W-"

Y/n cut him off.

"Just wash and cut them! Wash. And. Cut. What the actual FUCK is so confusing about that?!" Y/n ran their hands through their hair.

Their boyfriend nodded, deciding to just let them vent. It was best if they got everything off their chest. He knew they would feel better once they did. They removed their belt, tossing it on the floor. Usually y/n would put everything away, but they were too frustrated right now. Unbuttoning the jeans, they let them fall to the floor. Edward glanced down for a second, but looked back up at them.

"And the customers, oh don't get me fucking started! They expect me to count change like I'm 20 seconds in the fucking future! And sometimes we don't have enough fucking quarters, so I just give them the change in fucking nickels and dimes, and I'm counting them like that banker from that one episode of Chowder!!!" Y/n groaned, walking into their bathroom.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't remember that episode."

"HE COUNTED SLOW, EDWARD." Y/n called back.

He nodded, saying a soft "oh". He got up from his chair, and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he picked up y/n's work hat and their belt, putting them on the dresser. After that, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and leaned against the frame. Y/n was taking their makeup off, using the makeup wipes a little too aggressively. It was then that Edward realized they were crying.

"A-And th-then...there w-was this e-elderly couple that came in. Th-They were so nice! A-And when I was checking them out, I must have f-forgotten how to talk b-because instead of saying 'your total is'..."

Y/n trailed, sniffling as they threw the makeup wipe away. Most of the makeup was off, except some of their mascara. They wiped a tear away, grabbing another wipe.

"...I said 'your turkey is' be-because they had tu-turkey on their sandwich, a-and my b-brain stopped workinggg!" Y/n sobbed, crying into their hands.

Edward stifled a laugh, biting down on his tongue. He frowned though, upset at the fact that y/n was crying. Not sure if they wanted a hug or not, he remained where he was. Y/n tossed the makeup wipe away, rinsing their face off with water before drying it with a towel.

"I'm sorry baby, it sounds like you had a stressful day." He sighed.

They nodded, lifting their head up from the sink. A groan left their lips, and they continued to dry their face off. Y/n looked down at the floor, staring at their socks.

"And all day I've been suffering! This stupid fucking birth control is making me crazy. I couldn't stop thinking abou-"

Y/n stopped talking, ending the sentence with a little whine as they looked up at Edward. In the heat of their rant, they hadn't noticed how he looked. Not to mention, there wasn't much light in the bedroom. Y/n took note of the tank top that was frankly a little too tight for him, and how it hugged his body perfectly. Because of how tight it was, or at least small on him, it ended a little bit below his below his belly button. His sweatpants were tied, but they rested on his lower hips, allowing his v-line and happy trail to be on full display. He wore one of the bracelets y/n made for him, out of those small rubber bands, on his wrist. And not to mention, the new hairstyle he was trying out. Oh have mercy. It wasn't too long, but more like a shaggy look. It was messy and all over the place, yet it looked perfect. It was long, but it didn't go past his mid-neck. It suited him so well, and for some odd reason, it complimented his clear glasses. Y/n's knees buckled, and they placed a hand on the counter for support. Edward raised an eyebrow, eyes widening in surprise slightly.

"...um." They mumbled, chest heaving.

Edward smiled, standing up straight instead of leaning against the doorframe. He turned around, leaving the bathroom and heading to the bed. Y/n followed quickly, turning the bathroom light off as she left. He had sat down on the edge, and patted his lap. With absolutely no hesitation, y/n straddled his lap. Edward brushed some hair out of their face, and pressed his lips against their forehead. One of his hands rubbed circles into their lower back, and the other cupped their cheek.

"Talk to me, baby. I'm here for you." His voice was soft.

Y/n's bottom lip trembled, and they wrapped their arms around his neck. They buried their face into the crook of his neck, and started to weep. He continued to rub circles into their back, moving his other hand to the back of their head.

"I-I'm just really emotional, and I k-keep thinking a-about you. It w-wasn't like this yesterday! But today a-all I could think about w-was you."

He nodded.

"What can I do to help you, baby?"

Y/n whined, bucking their hips against his. He groaned, closing his eyes tightly. They continued to move their hips back and forth, albeit slowly. One of their hands trailed up to his head, tangling in his hair to play with it and tug gently. Edward felt like he was on another planet. He had an IQ of 190, he was no idiot. But sometimes, he just did not pick up social cues that well. He had no idea that y/n had been feeling this way, up until now. It still amazed him that y/n was dating him, and on top of that liked to have sex with him. That absolutely blew his mind. Him. Edward Nashton. When y/n started grinding on him, everything became perfectly clear.

"Fuck me, Eddie, please..." They whimpered into his neck.

All of his blood rushed South, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Edward cleared his throat, suddenly feeling like it was closing up. His heavy breathing caused his glasses to fog up, and he wiped the condensation away. He had to admit, even though he was a fairly shy man, he liked to take charge a lot. It was true that he had a bit of an ego problem, and y/n just loved to stroke it. Sometimes when they got intimate, they'd get a little kinky and experimental, but other times they kept things pretty simple. Either way though, Edward couldn't help but let his ego and his possessive tendencies kick in. And right now, both of them were kicking in. Sure, y/n had asked Edward if they could have sex multiple times, but never like this. They had never grinded on his lap and beg in his ear for it. For him. It boosted his ego immensely. And he was always possessive over y/n, hating it when anyone looked at y/n with a hint of lust or want. Right now, he wanted to take care of y/n, because they were his. Y/n didn't want anyone else except for him. They wanted him. They were begging him to fuck them, and they were crying from how much they wanted it. Yes, the hormones they were dealing with definitely had something to do with it, but they still craved him. They were desperate for something only he could give to them. And why was that?

Because they were his, and nobody could treat them as lovingly as he did.

"Oh baby, you sound so frustrated." He cooed, kissing their shoulder.

They nodded against him.

"M' so horny, please! I need it so bad, Eddie!"

He seethed through his teeth as y/n continued to sloppily grind on him. His dick was fully erect, and it create a prominent tent in his sweats. Swallowing thickly, he picked y/n up and laid them down on the bed. They instantly whined, upset at the loss of friction. Edward was quick to shush them.

"Hey, hey, be patient. I can't fuck you with my clothes on, baby." He chuckled softly.

Y/n sat up, eyes wide.

"Y-You're gonna fuck me?" They asked, almost in shock.

He pulled the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them down. They pooled at his feet, and he kicked them of completely. Y/n's eyes focused on the large bulge in his boxer-briefs. Edward grabbed the hem of his tank top.

"I asked how I could help, and that was your answer. Plus, it's not like I'm complaining." He smiled, removing his tank top.

Y/n watched as he tossed it to the side. Edward stood in front of y/n, as they sat on the side of the bed. The green light from the PC setup lit the room up, creating a neon aura. It provided a nice atmosphere for the current mood. It amused Edward greatly, seeing y/n look up at him with doe eyes. They looked mesmerized, as if they hadn't had sex with him before. Edward could practically see the desperation in their pupils, but he could definitely smell it. Not sure how they might want it, he decided to ask.

"How do you want it, baby? I want to give you exactly what you want." He asked, reaching down to cup their face.

They moaned a little, melting into his touch. Biting on their bottom lip, they thought for a moment. After a moment, they slid away and laid on their back. Y/n rested their head on one of the pillows, rubbing their thighs together. Edward smiled, humming a little bit before climbing on top of them. He planted his hands on both sides of them, leaning down to mold his lips against theirs. Y/n didn't wait to reciprocate it, wrapping their arms around his neck again. They instinctively hooked their legs around his waist, pulling him down. His clothed erection rubbed against y/n's clothed heat, and they both moaned into each other's mouths. Taking their action as a hint, he decided to continue humping against y/n slowly. With every movement, y/n let out soft pants. Edward pulled away from the kiss, instantly moving to their neck. Y/n tilted their head to the side to give him more access, and he took advantage of it. His lips sucked at their skin, biting occasionally, leaving purple marks to remind them of this night. He pulled away from their neck, leaving it slicked with saliva.

"You wanna take that off for me?" He gestured to their bra.

He sat up, reaching into his nightstand. While he did that, y/n swiftly unhooked their bra. They threw it to the side, and propped themself up on their hands. Y/n watched as Edward grabbed a condom from his drawer, and closed it. He placed the condom next to him, moving his attention back to y/n. A soft hum left his lips, and he leaned down to pepper kisses over the exposed skin. Y/n let themself slide back down against the mattress, succumbing to the pleasure Edward was giving them. He could be so rough sometimes, and he could also be gentle. Tonight, he wanted to be gentle. He wanted to make y/n feel good, and focus on them. Everything was about them tonight. He made sure of that as he swirled his tongue around their nipple, grazing his teeth over it ever so lightly. Y/n, sensitive from being horny all day, arched their back. Their chest was pushed further against his face, and he groaned at the action. He wrapped his arms around their stomach, holding it in place as he continued to give attention to y/n's breasts. After a few moments, he trailed down their stomach, releasing them from his embrace. His entire body moved with him, and when he reached y/n's panties he let his breath fan against their skin. Y/n bucked their hips, making him chuckle. Edward hooked his fingers under the fabric, tugging it down slowly before discarding it. The sight made him shiver.

"Fuck, no wonder you're so needy..." He trailed.

Y/n whined as he spread them open with his thumbs. He just wanted to look for a little while longer. It amazed him that they were so wet, and their swollen clit only fueled his desire to make them feel good. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked up at y/n.

"What do you want me to do, honey? Just tell Eddie what to do." He cooed.

"Hey, I thought you were the one to boss me around? Are we switching roles or something?" They joked, giggling a little bit.

Edward rolled his eyes.

"No, I happen to like being in charge. I just want to help you out baby, but if you don't want it..." He trailed, pulling away.

Y/n wrapped their legs around his neck, pulling him down. He smirked, and raised an eyebrow. They blushed, realizing how needy that was. But they couldn't help it. They were so desperate.

"That's what I thought, so what do you want, hm?"

"Can you, um...uh...you know, um..." They stuttered.

Edward rubbed their thighs, shaking his head playfully. Y/n's heart was racing, and they were breathing heavily. He leaned down, lips just centimeters away from where y/n needed him. Keeping his eyes on y/n's, he blew on their center.

"You're so hot and bothered that you can't even talk, baby. You poor thing." He hummed.

Slowly, he let his tongue roll out. Y/n watched in awe as he pressed it against them. With a torturous drag, he glided his tongue through their slick folds. Their arousal gathered on his tongue, and he had to hold y/n's hips down to prevent them from bucking up again. Edward brought his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing as he looked at y/n. They let out a moan, whining a bit at the end.

"Is that what you want, angel? You want me to eat you out? You want Eddie to go down on you?" He massaged their thighs.

Edward's eyes, already a mossy green, were further accentuated by the light. The neon green danced across his iris, making the color of it glow. The best way y/n could describe it was like one of those pictures from the Hubble. They would often see pictures that were taken by it, and it amazed them at how perfectly they captured the colors in space. That was what Edward's eyes looked like. It was as if an entire solar system resided in his irises. Y/n swore they could see stars shimmering. Unable to speak properly, they nodded and let out a little "mhm". Edward chuckled, and brought his head back down between their legs. His hot breath fanned against their slick coated thighs, and it made them shiver. Carefully, and dare y/n say expertly, he spread y/n out with his thumbs again. He was handling them as if they were made of glass, worried that he might break them. Edward would have no problem being rough with them, but it didn't seem like that was the right move for the moment. Y/n needed him to help them, and he was going to do just that. His tongue sneaked out, and while keeping y/n spread out, he pushed it inside of them. It was fairly easy, as y/n was already soaking wet. Edward hummed against them, sending a vibration through their body. Y/n reached down, griping his hair tightly. He hadn't even done anything that pleasurable, and they were already losing it. It showed how much they really needed him. In hopes to comfort them, he slid his hands up and rubbed their stomach, as well as on of their right hip. When they calmed down a little, he started to gently eat them out. It was as if he was making out with y/n, but with their other pair of lips, of course. Edward didn't change his pace, and instead kept it consistent. He didn't want to overwhelm them, seeing as they were already extremely sensitive. The sound of y/n's wetness mixing with his tongue filled the room, and it clouded both of their minds like a heavy fog. It was impossible for Edward to think about anything else other than this moment. Y/n whimpered, bucking their hips and pushing him away with their foot. He didn't resist, and sat up fully as he looked at y/n. Their arousal coated his chin, and he looked like he was a dog that had just had their favorite bone taken away from them. His chest heaved up and down, panting a bit as he caught his breath.

"Is something wrong, baby? Was I too slow, or too fast?" He asked, wiping the slick from his face.

Y/n watched as he licked it off his fingers, and let out a little whine. They shook their head instantly, trying to find the words to say. Edward gave them time, deciding not to touch them in case they were overstimulated. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they finally answered his question.

"I want you t' fuck me, now. Um, please...?"

Edward smiled, his heart leaping at how sweet they sounded. He gave a little nod, and got off the bed. Y/n followed him with their eyes, watching as he pulled down his underwear. He crawled back on the bed, and muttered under his breath as he kicked the article of clothing off of his ankle. Y/n watched as he picked up the condom, tearing it open and rolling it on with a soft hiss. He pulsed in his hand, and a sigh left his lips as he lowered himself down to y/n. They wrapped their arms around his neck, melting against his lips as he kissed them. Edward used his knees to spread their legs open a little more, positioning himself in front of them. He pulled away from the kiss, hovering over their lips.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked gently.

"Eddie, please, just fuck me! I need it so bad!" They whined, tilting their head back.

He smiled, amused at how eager they were. He agreed nevertheless, and trailed his hands down to their hips. With a gentle, yet firm, grip on them, he slowly pushed himself inside of them. Y/n instantly arched their back, letting a lewd moan escape their lips. Edward groaned, heart skipping a beat at the sight of them below him. He was only halfway inside, keeping still to let them adjust. When he noticed y/n was breathing more normally, he pushed himself in all the way. Y/n was filled to the brim, and he was stretching them out so strongly. The feeling was almost too much to handle, and they thought they might faint. Edward rubbed their hips comfortingly, leaning down to plant a kiss on their forehead.

"Is everything ok, an-"

Y/n brought their hips back, and bucked them up roughly. The sudden friction made Edward end his sentence abruptly and moan softly. His grip on their hips tightened, and his nails dug into their skin. He held them down firmly, resting his forehead against their chest.

"F-Fuck, you're really needy aren't you? I thought I was supposed to fuck you, not the o-other way around." He joked, his chuckle strained from the tight sensation he was feeling.

Y/n whined.

"I just need it s-so bad!"

Edward sighed, lifting his head back up. Being careful to not be too abrupt with his movements, he flipped over on his back. Y/n sat on his lap, giving him a good view of his dick inside of them as he laid back against the pillows. He looked a little shy, almost like he was more flustered than y/n was. Clearing his throat, he slid his hands down to cup y/n's ass. He gently moved them forward a little bit, making them moan.

"Can, um, can you show me? Like, show me how bad you, uh, want it?" He stumbled over his words.

He was always a shy man, and even though he liked to take charge in the bedroom, he still had his shy moments during it too. Edward was a dom all the way, there was no doubt about it. The man felt more comfortable in the dominant role, and y/n felt more comfortable as a sub. It was something they discussed a while ago. But that didn't mean that he was some sex crazed fuck machine during sex. Edward really just wanted to give y/n pleasure. It still blew his mind that y/n, a stunning person, would be involved in a relationship with a nerdy introvert like him. And the fact that y/n also wanted him sexually? Oh be still his heart. Of course he was going to get a little shy during sex every now and then.

"H-How do I do that?" Y/n asked, lightly grinding on him.

Edward rolled his eyes playfully.

"What, do I need to wear a saddle or something? You know what I mean, baby." He teased.

Y/n's eyes widened, but they nodded. Letting out a shaky breath, they planted their hands on his chest. They could feel the toned muscle, reminding themself to praise Edward for his progress in his fitness. He had been working really hard, and he definitely deserved praise. Slowly, y/n started to move back and forth on Edward. He reached his arms forward, resting his hands on their hips. When they sped their movements up a little, they whimpered and hung their head low.

"Oh fuck..." They mumbled.

Edward watched in awe, completely enamored with y/n. Instead of grinding against him, they were now lightly bouncing up and down. Their tits matched their movements, and Edward couldn't help but stare. His chest heaved up and down heavily, his arousal was skyrocketing.

"Yeah? Does it feel good, baby?" He asked breathlessly.

They nodded, mumbling incoherent things as they increased their speed. Edward bit down on his lip, gripping their hips tightly. It was taking every fiber in his being to not fuck up into them. He wanted to, but he wanted y/n to go a little bit longer first. They clenched around him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He winced, watching as y/n's movements got more sluggish and lazy. They were growing tired, and as a result, they weren't thinking about what they were doing. He calmed them down, flipping them over on their back and pulling out of them. Instantly, y/n whined and squirmed underneath him. They hooked their legs around him, trying to make him go back inside. He nearly melted, feeling a little sorry for them.

"Hey, baby, calm down. Just take a minute to catch your breath. You're exhausting yourself." He shushed gently.

They stopped squirming, and looked like they were thinking for a moment. Shortly after, they rolled over and buried their face into a pillow. Edward watched as they started to sob, feeling a little startled. Cautiously, he rested a hand on their back and rubbed circles into it.

"Angel, what's wrong?"

Y/n cried into the pillow, muffling just how loud it really was. Their body heaved with the cries, and Edward did his best to soothe them.

"I'm g-gross! All I w-want is sex, all the time! I'm just a-a-a whoreee!" They choked out.

Edward's eyes widened, completely baffled at their words. He couldn't help but laugh lightly. Shaking his head, he grabbed y/n's shoulder and turned them over. They covered their face with their hands, and he frowned. He grabbed them, holding them to their sides. They avoided eye contact, tears staining their cheeks.

"Y/n, you couldn't be more wrong. Do not call yourself that." He scolded softly.

They huffed.

"It's true..."

"Y/n, we haven't had sex in almost a month, what do you mean you always want sex? If that makes you a whore, then I have no idea what that makes me, because I'm far more sexually needy than you are." He chuckled.

"W-Whatever..." They sniffled.

He sighed.

"Baby, listen to me. You're just hormonal. The birth control is taking a toll on you, and it'll stop eventually. It just takes some getting used to. That's why you're so needy. You're not a whore, you're just, well, horny. And that's perfectly normal, angel. You don't see me complaining about it, do you?"

Y/n shook their head shyly, blushing a little.

"No..."

"Exactly. I want to help you with what you're going through, baby. And if fucking you helps, well, I guess I'm willing to do it. If I have to, you know." He said sarcastically, trying to make them cheer up.

"Oh shut up, Eddie!" They shoved his chest lightly.

"Look, this is a very strenuous task on my part, so I expect some payment." He joked.

Y/n rolled their eyes, wiping away a stray tear. Edward leaned down, kissing one of their tears away as well. They giggled, squealing a little when he started to pepper kisses all over their face. He only stopped when they pushed him off.

"Ok, that was payment enough. But the question is, do you still want to continue? It's ok if you don't." He reassured.

Y/n nodded.

"Fuck yeah I still want to! Um, sorry abou-"

Edward pushed inside of them, making y/n yelp. They wrapped their arms around his neck, clawing at his back. He winced, and let out a groan. Y/n furrowed their eyebrows.

"Y-You interrupted me!"

"Well, I didn't really want to hear you apologize for something that you had no reason to apologize for." He smiled, leaning down and kissing them.

"God you're too good for me." Y/n hummed.

"That's rich coming from an angel like you. You're like a precious mouse, and I'm like a plague infested sewer rat next to you." He chuckled hoarsely.

Y/n giggled, running a hand through his hair as he stilled inside of them.

"Yeah, well I love my sewer rat boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes at the playful comment. Oddly enough, it felt slightly endearing. That was probably because it was coming from y/n. Everything sounded pleasant to him if it came from y/n. He reared his hips back, and started to fuck into y/n at a steady pace. It wasn't too soft, but it wasn't too rough either. It was just right.

"Do you like it when he fucks you, too?" He hummed, leaning down and hovering above their lips.

They whined, nails digging into his skin as he continued to pump into them. He winced at the feeling, but suppressed it. Edward felt y/n clench around him, and he let out a deep groan.

"Oh fuuuck! Eddie!"

He smiled against their lips. Edward kissed them briefly, and kept his mouth against theirs. His mouth was agape, and so was y/n's. The two of them moaned into each other's mouth, making the scenario much more erotic.

"Mmm, I love when you call me that." He mumbled.

Edward propped himself up on his forearms, doing his best to maintain a consistent position and pace. He would only change things up if y/n told him to. Biting down on his lip, he slammed his lips fully against y/n's. His tongue slithered into their mouth, and the two of them lost themselves in the kiss. Y/n reached one hand down, resting it on Edward's ass, pushing him forward a bit. He took that as a sign to speed up, and he did exactly that. His hips moved back in forth in a fluid motion, resembling the waves in an ocean.

"Am I making you feel better, angel?" He murmured, pulling away from the kiss.

A string of saliva connected their lips, breaking after a few seconds. Y/n nodded frantically, eyes shut tightly. The pleasure was insurmountable, and y/n was overwhelmed by it. He whined, thrusts faltering as y/n tightened around him.

"S-So good, Eddie! It feels so good!"

He smiled and placed his forehead against y/n's. Each thrust he gave made y/n's body move back and forth. They let out a lewd whimper, clawing at his back desperately. Edward winced, cursing underneath his breath and biting down on his bottom lip. He didn't realize how fast he was truly going, not until y/n praised him.

"Is it too much, baby? Do I ne-"

"Fuck, babe please! I need more, Eddie. M' so horny, please just run me through!" They pleaded, whining in frustration.

His cheeks reddened, and he felt like he was going to cry. Not in sadness, but in desire. It was such an amazing thing for him to see, no matter how many times they did it. Y/n was not a stranger to begging and pleading, especially during sex. And Edward was no stranger to being a little more on the rough side during sex. But he wasn't sure that he should be rough in the current situation. Since y/n was so desperate for pleasure, he figured they'd want to get straight to the point and orgasm. But that was far from what they wanted apparently. He chuckled softly, and almost awkwardly. His thrusts slowed down, and he cleared his throat.

"A-Are you sure? Don't you want to cum, baby? I can tell you're al-almost there." He grunted, feeling them tighten around him.

They nodded, and then they placed their hands on his shoulders. Edward's eyes widened when they pushed him back. He let out a huff when y/n pushed him onto his back, switching their positions. Y/n sat on his lap, their hands placed on his chest. He looked up at them, completely in awe. They leaned down, lips next to his ear.

"I do, but I never said how many times..." They whispered.

Edward let out a little noise, twitching inside of them as he did so. He was an absolute menace when it came to dirty talk, but so was y/n. They were able to get him so worked up simply over their words. He groaned, and he grabbed their hips firmly. A small chuckle left his throat, and he watched as y/n sat up straight on his lap.

"Oh trust me, I have no issues with that. But I don't want to hurt you, sweetie. And I don't want to take advantage of your...situation." He sighed.

Y/n smiled warmly, and they started to move back and forth on top of him. He squinted his eyes shut, tilting his head back as he let out a heavy breath. They slowed their movements, and Edward looked up into their eyes.

"Eddie, you are not taking advantage of me, I promise. I want this so fucking bad. And if I get uncomfortable, I'll tell you." They comforted him.

He nodded.

"Alright, baby."

Y/n giggled, and traced shapes onto his stomach. Edward watched, a little taken aback by how relaxed they were being. A little blush spread over their cheeks, and they bit back a shy smile.

"And maybe I don't want you to hurt me, but I never said I wanted you to be gentle, did I, Mr. Nashton?"

His eyes widened, and a low moan left his lips. Edward's dick twitched inside of y/n, and it made them let out a quicky shaky breath. With his hands already on y/n's hips, he tightened the grip on them and began to move y/n up and down on his dick. The sudden action made y/n gasp, gripping onto his shoulders for stability. He swallowed thickly, and reveled in the sound of y/n's skin slapping against his.

"Fuck, you really are a needy little thing, aren't you?" He groaned, eyes flickering towards y/n's chest.

They let out a whimper in response, their grip still iron tight on his shoulders. Y/n was so enamored with the pleasure, that they started to bounce up and down by themself. Edward stopped guiding their hips when they did this, and instead moved them to different spots. His right hand went between their legs, using his thumb to rub their clit roughly. His left hand rested on their thigh, giving it the occasional rub and light smack.

"Ohhh, Eddie! Y-Yes!" Y/n cried out, tilting their head back slightly.

"Yeah, that's right. Bounce on it, baby. Bounce on this dick and show me how bad you want it." Edward's words were sultry and as sweet as honey.

Y/n couldn't help but grow more aroused with his talk. He was always able to make y/n crumble with mere words. They swore that Edward was the sweetest man alive, but also the most carnal and perverted. The pace at which y/n was riding him was fast, but it was also sloppy. It showed how needy they were, and how desperate they were to get fucked by their boyfriend. He wanted to fuck them too, but he just had to see them go a little longer. It was such a pretty sight, and he couldn't help but indulge himself. When y/n's movements slowed significantly, and he could see how worn out they were, he decided to take over. He easily flipped y/n over, switching positions once again. His blatant display for control made y/n shiver in anticipation. They wrapped their arms around his neck, and hooked their legs around his hips.

"Need you so bad! Need you t' fuck my pussy so bad, sir, please!" Y/n whined, bucking their hips up.

Edward didn't hesitate to rear his hips back and pummel into y/n's aching core. He filled them up completely, slamming into the bundle of nerves deep inside of them. Y/n arched their back as their body was flooded with ecstasy. With a smile on his face, he looked at how they reacted to what he was doing to them. It made him feel proud, and he could feel his ego inflating. Y/n knew that Edward had a bit of an egotistical nature, but it didn't bother them that much. After all, y/n told him that they were his #1 fan. It was sweet, truly, and it made him feel loved. Thought it certainly didn't help his ego, but that was ok with the both of them. He buried his face into y/n's neck, attacking it with kisses and leaving hickeys wherever he could reach.

"M' always gonna fuck you when you need it. Gonna make you cum on my dick, baby." He cooed, licking a stripe up their neck.

Y/n moaned, using their legs to push him further inside. He squinted his eyes, mouth agape as y/n tightened around him. Edward continued to thrust into them, kissing their neck as their breathing got quicker and quicker by the second. He let out a slew of curses as y/n clawed at his back, sure to leave marks.

"I-I'm gonna...Eddie!"

He maintained his pace, not wanting to change anything that might throw y/n off their orgasm. Edward placed his hand on their stomach, rubbing it with a bit of pressure. The action made y/n whimper, their breath catching in their throat as their climax came crashing down on them.

"C'mon baby, let it all out, you poor thing." He hummed, guiding them through their orgasm.

Y/n hid their face into the crook of his neck, pulling him closer to them as they came around him. Edward continued to fuck into them, but he slowed down just a tiny bit. His own orgasm was just around the corner, and he was chasing it. Y/n must have realized, because they did something that always made him crumble. It was his weakness. They laid their head back down on the pillow, and brought a hand up to his face. Y/n tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, and then cupped his rosy cheek in their palm.

"S-Such a pretty boy, Eddie..."

And just like always, he fell apart like a freshly baked cookie. He brought his head down, resting his forehead against y/n's sternum. The tight knot in his stomach was unraveled, and he muffled his moan by kissing y/n's breasts. His hot load filled up the condom, and he panted heavily despite his attempt to catch his breath. Edward's hips staggered, and his pace was now slow. After a moment to regain his composure, he sat up and pulled out of y/n. He quickly pulled the condom off and tied it, tossing it into the waste bin by his desk. Y/n opened their mouth to say something, but he silenced them with his own lips. They reciprocated it, and Edward slithered his tongue inside. When he pulled away, y/n's lips were puffy and red from the heated passion that Edward had given to them.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart." He smiled, moving down their body.

Y/n's eyes widened as he hungrily spread their legs open. They were given no time to react, as Edward had already attached his lips to y/n's dripping core. Their clit was swollen, and it was obvious to see that they were still sensitive from their orgasm. He dragged his tongue between their folds, and shoved it inside of them shortly after. Y/n let out a shrill moan, reaching down to grip his hair.

"Oh my God, Eddie! A-Ahh!"

His large hands were planted firmly on the inside of their thighs, giving him easy access to their pussy. Whenever he ate y/n out, they had a tendency to clamp their legs around his head. Usually he didn't mind it, he actually liked it, but right now he didn't want that to happen. He wanted them to stay spread open so he could easily continue his onslaught. He felt like a starved animal with the way he was eating them out. Guttural groans emitted in his chest, and they sent vibrations through y/n's skin. He circled their clit with his tongue, and then flicked the tip of it over the sensitive nub repeatedly. This made y/n let out a frenzy of whines, whimpers, and incoherent words. Their thighs desperately tried to shoot up, but he kept a firm hold on them. He removed himself from y/n's legs, and breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna make you squirt all over my face, you perfect fucking angel." He groaned, diving back down.

Y/n arched their back, moving their hands to grip the sheets of the bed. Their knuckles turned white, and Edward slurped messily at the arousal that was seeping out of them. His dick was hard once again, no surprise, and he felt the urge to ravish y/n for a second time. He nibbled on their clit lightly, not wanting to hurt them. Y/n squealed, bringing their hands up to their face to cover their mouth. Although they were both very vocal during sex, they had to be mindful of the fact that they had neighbors sadly. Edward did take y/n camping one time, and they really went all out during that. If there were any other people camping near them, well they probably thought someone was getting murdered by how loudly y/n was screaming and Edward was grunting.

Sensing that y/n was close, Edward removed his lips from their pussy. He let go of their thighs, and shoved two fingers inside of them in a swift motion. The sensation of them curling inside of them made y/n moan into their hand. He grinned, adding another finger not even a few seconds later. The sight of y/n arching towards the ceiling, covering their mouth, and bucking up into his hands was enough to make his dick fully erect and rest flush against his stomach.

"Oh, I love how responsive you get, angel." He cooed, pumping his fingers in and out.

Y/n wanted to say something, but they feared if they removed their hand that they would scream. Edward understood, so he just continued to dirty talk. He knew it would make them cum hard. It always did.

"You're such a needy girl. First my cock, then my mouth, and now my fingers? You'll take anything I give you, won't you?" He groaned, feeling them clamp around his long fingers.

They nodded in response, quietly crying into their palm. Y/n bucked their hips upwards repeatedly, and Edward could tell they were about to cum. When he was certain y/n was just on the edge, he pulled his fingers out. With one of his hands, he made a cupping gesture in front of their pussy. The other hand moved to their clit, using three fingers to rub it in a circular motion. Sure, most men knew where the clit was, but not many truly know how to make someone cum from touching it. Edward knew. Oh, he knew a little too well. He knew how to make y/n cum in ways that they never even knew was possible. His wrist moved in a fluid motion, and before y/n knew it, they were squirting into the palm of his hand. He watched in awe, licking his lips as their arousal shot out of them and trickled down his calloused palm. Edward slowed the movement of his fingers, and worked y/n through the high. When they came down from the orgasm, he removed his hand and lifted the other one up. A prideful smirk was on his fast as he lowered his hand down to y/n, letting them see their climax literally in the palm of his hand. Some had dripped down onto the sheets and on y/n's stomach, but he would take care of that later. Instead, he brought his hand up to his mouth and tilted it. The liquid slid down his throat, and it coated his tongue. His eyes closed, relished in the taste, licking the rest of his hand clean. Y/n watched in hazy arousal as he smacked the saliva covered hand against their thigh, and licked the drippings off of y/n's stomach.

"Hhholy shit, Edward. I-"

He cut them off with a kiss, the taste of their own cum on his tongue. Usually, y/n would be repulsed, but in the heat of the moment they didn't care. They could feel his prominent erection poking at their inner thigh, and they moaned into his mouth. Y/n was exhausted, and they couldn't even picture themself going for round 3. Reluctantly, they tapped their boyfriend on the shoulder. He pulled away, looking down at them through his slightly foggy glasses. Y/n didn't have to say anything, though, as he could already tell what they were going to say. With a heavy outward breath, he rolled over onto his back. He ran a hand through his hair, and wiped y/n's climax off of his chin. Naturally, he licked it off instead of just washing his hands. He wasn't going to let something so delicious go to waste.

"I-I'm sorry, babe. You wore me o-"

Edward moved his hand to cover y/n's mouth, shushing them exaggeratedly. They raised an eyebrow, and sat up in the bed. His dick was still painfully hard, and it made y/n feel a little guilty. He swallowed thickly, and his chest rose and fell with each breath he took.

"Don't apologize for being tired, baby." He scolded gently.

"But you're sti-"

Edward shushed them again, and got out of bed. He grabbed the sweat pants that he was previously wearing, and slid them over his bare lower half. Y/n glared at him as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of water echoed in the room, and y/n fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. A few moments later, Edward came back out with a damp washcloth and a toothbrush in his mouth. Y/n sat up and looked at him, seeing him sit on the edge of the bed. They couldn't help but giggle at the sight of toothpaste foaming in the corners of his mouth, and not to mention the toothbrush hanging limply in his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows at their giggle, and brought the washcloth to their legs. Edward dabbed gently on their skin, because cautious of their sensitivity. When he finished cleaning their legs up, as well as their stomach, he stood back up and tossed the cloth into the hamper. He held up a finger, a gesture to let y/n know he'd be back in a minute. Y/n let out a sigh, and just rested completely bare on the bed.

"Ok, sorry I just wanted to brush my teeth..." He trailed, spacing out.

Y/n noticed that his erection had disappeared, and then looked back up at his face. He had a 100 yard stare, and he looked like he was thinking hard. Suddenly, he looked at y/n with furrowed brows and an agape mouth.

"You never had dinner! Oh my God!" He exclaimed, bolting out of the bedroom.

A stifled laugh left y/n's lips, and they sat up in bed. Sleepily, they walked over to their dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. They slid them on, and then put on one of Edward's band t-shirts. Yawning, they left the room and trudged into the kitchen. Edward was looking in the cabinets, trying to figure out what to make for y/n to eat. He had already eaten before they came home, so he was only worried about them. Y/n smiled and walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a box of mac and cheese in his hand.

"Honey, I ate something at work"

His cheeks turned bright red, and he glanced at the open cabinet. Slowly, he put the mac and cheese back. Y/n stepped back, watching as he nodded and clicked his tongue.

"Oh."

Y/n giggled, and Edward closed the cabinet. He gave a sheepish smile as he walked towards y/n. Without saying anything, he enveloped them in a hug, and then he picked them up. Y/n didn't fight back as he held them up with his arms under their knees and behind their back. He walked back into their bedroom, and placed them on the bed. Edward crawled back into bed with them, covering the both of them with the blankets.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, a little self conscious.

Y/n turned around to face him, smiling softly. They nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. He blinked as they took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand.

"Loads better. Though I think my legs are going to hate me in the morning." They joked, kissing the tip of his nose.

Edward hummed, a smile spreading on his face as well. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he sighed. Y/n looked over and rubbed his stomach, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly, he shot up and got out of bed. It startled y/n, but they watched as he sat down at his desk and the screen lit up. It illuminated his face, and he squinted.

"Can't see shit..." He mumbled, leaning closer to the monitor.

Y/n rolled their eyes, getting out of bed as well. They walked behind Edward and placed a hand on the chair. With a sigh, they took the mouse in their hand. They closed out of the game he was playing, and made sure to save it beforehand. Edward looked up at them with a goofy grin.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"You're welcome. Can we go to bed now?" Y/n asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah, we can."

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Centuries of indigenous presence in the Amazon defy legal attempts to limit the rights of Brazil’s native peoples

A study made by Brazilian researchers and published on October 5 in the renowned scientific journal Science, one of the world’s most respected academic journals, has found solid evidence that a significant part of the Amazon region has been inhabited by traditional indigenous peoples for at least 12,000 years.

Over the course of five years of research, Vinícius Peripato and Luiz Aragão managed to identify the existence of 24 uncatalogued and completely unknown archaeological sites hidden beneath the forest.

Peripato, a geographer, holds a master’s degree in Remote Sensing from the National Institute for Space Research (INPE) and is about to complete his doctorate in the same field and institution. He is supervised by Professor Luiz Aragão, who holds a master’s and doctorate in Remote Sensing from INPE and co-authored the publication.

In order to understand every detail of this work, which tends to trigger profound reflections on some of the issues currently being debated in the country, such as the right of indigenous peoples to claim ownership of their traditional lands, Brazil Reports spoke to the two researchers.

Continue reading.

[artificialsmartass]

NSFW MINORS DNI

Pairing; Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

Warnings- NSFW (minors dni),light bondage(cuffs) , unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal penetration, oral (reader recieving), fingering, established relationship, slapping, praise

"Hmmm how was work" you asked, glancing up at your boyfriend. He was taking his coat off, and hanging it on the rack behind the front door

"It was... good" he replied after a moment, taking his hat off and setting it on the coffee table. He glanced at his gloved hands, clearly debating on taking them off or not. Eventually, he decided to leave them on and sat down to remove his shoes. You scooted over to his side to lean against him, your head against his shoulder. He moved his head to sit against yours briefly, turning to give your forehead a swift kiss before continuing to work his shoes off.

"Nothing challenging today?" You press, thirsty for details of his day

"Nothings challenging for me. How was your day? Anything interesting?" He asked sweetly, glancing at you as he shoved his shoes under the coffee table with his foot.

"Mmmm nope" you said, glancing over at him. He switched on the tv then, leaning his side into you. You hiked your legs up to snuggle up against him, moving to lay your head against his chest, allowing his arm to wrap around your shoulders protectively.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" He asked, tapping your shoulder to get your attention

"Yeah. It's 12 in the morning, Chu" you chided gently. He smiled slightly at the nickname. The tv played for awhile as you enjoyed each others company, until Chuuya removed his arm from your shoulder

"Let's head to bed" he announced, picking up the remote and turning the tv off. You stretched, getting up to follow him to the bedroom.

You undress, intending to slip on more comfortable clothes for sleeping. You go to grab a shirt, but your movements are stopped by a gloved hand grabbing on to your wrist. The other snags around your naked waist, and you stood frozen in his grip, your face heating up.

"There's no need to dress" he whispered quietly

"Its cold" you say back, turning your head to look at him

"It doesn't have to be" you lean forward to catch his lips as they come close, melting into his kiss and turning around to place your hands on his chest. His tounge practically forces itself into your mouth, his breathing getting heavier and more rapid as he deepens the kiss. Your hands fumble upward to unbutton his shirt, and he removed one of his hands from you to help, eventually shrugging off the garment and letting it hit the floor. You two stayed in a kissing embrace for a few moments longer before he pulled away to catch his breath, looking at you with hooded eyes.

"Bed" he gets out, gesturing to it as he speaks. You did as he said, and swiftly crawled on to the bed, shifting to the middle of it, your chest and... everything exposed. Chuuya very quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs and joined you on the bed. He leaned over you, and bent down gently to kiss your neck. He moved quickly to place a swift kiss on your collarbone, then one of your boobs, his mouth catching the nipple and sucking lightly.

"Fuck, Chuuya!" You groaned. You could feel him smirk against your skin as he continued to travel downwards, placing kisses as he went, until he was facing your now dripping cunt. His blue eyes met yours for a moment before he licked a long stripe up your folds, causing your back to arch into his touch, your body practically aching for him. He continuing to give quick tantalizing licks near your hole, before he leaned back and just stared at you for a moment. His mouth was back on your in an instant, this time, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly, his tounge lapping at it. Without removing his gloves, he eased one of his fingers into your wet core, curling his finger tip against your sweet spot. The texture of both his tounge and the coolness of leather in you had your back arching, begging, desperate for more. He added a second finger swiftly, scissoring them. He pulled back off your clit, panting a bit, but kept his fingers working smoothly. You whined at the loss of contact.

"Gotta stretch you out for my cock" he cooed gently "gotta make sure you're wet enough for me, darling" he leaned back down again, continuing his work on your clit, giving gentle and yet harsh licks and sucks to the sensitive bundle. He could feel you approaching your orgasm now

"C-chuuya" you panted, your fingers now finding purchase in his hair "i-im I'm gonna-"

"I know baby" he whispered "go on and cum. Come on. Cum on my fingers so your pussy will be ready for my cock." His words seemed to send you over the edge, and you came with a sharp cry of his name, your cunt clenching down onto his fingers as you shook

"Good job" he praised, removing his fingers from you, and promptly sticking them into his mouth and sucking your juices off "you got my gloves all dirty" he chided, now removing them and setting them on the night stand "turn over, baby" you stared at him for a moment, still coming down from your orgasm. After the pause, you slowly turned over so your chest was firm against a pillow, your heart beating fast. You felt him move off the bed, and heard him rustling around a little.

He came back, and you felt something click against your wrist. Hand cuffs. The cool metal sent shivers up your spine as he dragged your hands behind you, now locking them in place with the cuffs. The position sent heat coursing straight to your cunt. It was just all too good. He placed a hand on your hip, and you could feel the tip of his cock lining up with your entrance now.

"Please fuck me" you begged "please. Need it, Chuuya. Need it" Chuuya almost groaned at your words. He snapped his hips forward, bottoming out in one thrust, both of you moaning in pleasure. He took his other and and gripped around the cuffs, letting himself stay still for a moment before he slowly drug out and back in. It wasnt long before he quickened his pace, now having to have both his hands firmly on your hips to help with his thrusts.

"Who's pussy is this?" Chuuya grunted out, slapping your ass when you didnt answer "who's?"

"Yours Chuuya! It's yours!" You keened panting "yours all yours!" Your words seemed slurred, already drunk on his cock, which made him chuckle lightly, continuinting his bruising pace and you moaned. Your hands stained against the cuffs, wanting so desperately to be able to grip the sheets beneath you. You almost wanted to beg for your hands' freedom. Almost.

" 'm gonna come" you get out, body shuddering. His dick was hitting just all the right angles so deliciously. You were surprised you haven't came around him already.

"Go on and cum" Chuuya groaned "cum on my cock. Go on" he encouraged lightly, leaning down to bite into your back. The slight pain that seared your flesh tipped you over the edge, and you began to spasm on his cock, crying out his name as you shook. His pace was beginning to falter, and he laughed slightly.

"Seems I'm not far behind" he moaned bucking into your roughly "im gonna cum in your pussy" you moaned at his words, stirring a little. Sure enough, his hips snapped forward once more, his tip hitting your cervix as his hot cum pumped into you. After a moment, he pulled out, undoing the cuffs and letting out small and shakey breaths as he rubbed your wrists.

"That was good baby" he praised "you did so good for me" he wrapped his arms around your naked body, and you drifted off to sleep feeling his cum dribble out of your used cunt.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Vox did grab Val by his fluff, drag him down, and scream in his face. Vox wasn’t just yelling at Val, he was yanking him by the hair and screaming. What about that doesn’t imply mutual toxicity in that scene?

Assuming you're talking about Vox's reaction to finding out Alastor is back, I... literally said that wasn't okay in the original post. I said that throwing your partner is unjustifiable and he shouldn't have done that. But it's one thing that is IMMEDIATELY followed up by Val continuing to manipulate him into doing something really fucking stupid, and the only time Vox does something even REMOTELY similar is when Val isn't listening to him and is about to shoot up a fucking building. He also says "fuck you" to Val in the lead up to Stayed Gone, but that's in response to Val obviously trying to make him angrier. The rest of his tantrum is confined to seething, talking to himself and singing at Alastor. So yes, while that IS a really shitty thing to do, and I STRESSED HOW BAD IT WAS IN THE ORIGINAL POST, it's still one thing that, in the context of the scene and when compared to the rest of the things Val was doing to Vox, doesn't mean Vox is just as abusive.

And if you're talking about when he was pulling Val in to get his attention so he wouldn't shoot up a building, while that was extreme, I'd argue that it was justified. Because he wasn't listening to reason and VAL WAS GOING TO VERY PUBLICLY SHOOT UP A BUILDING THAT CONTAINED THE LITERAL ACTUAL PRINCESS OF HELL, WHICH COULD BOTH DRAG THE VEES IMAGE INTO THE MUD AND PUT ALL OF THEM, *ESPECIALLY* VAL, IN SERIOUS FUCKING DANGER. GRABBING HIM AND SPINNING HIM AROUND WAS THE ONLY WAY HE COULD GET HIM TO LISTEN. Like. What the fuck would you do in that situation, anon? Literally what other course of action was there??? Val wasn't listening and the stakes were high enough that yelling and manhandling were justified. Idk if people understand just how dangerous Val was being in that moment-

Also I LITERALLY SAID AT THE END OF THE POST I WASN'T TRYING TO SAY THAT VOX IS 100% THE VICTIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I was saying is that that *one scene* being used as evidence for them being mutually abusive plays into real, dangerous misconceptions about abuse, and building your arguments for mutually toxic StaticMoth around it can be harmful. As I've said before, there are other things people can use as an argument that DON'T end up sounding victim blamey, like Vox being a weird controlling asshole who spies on the entirety of the pride ring being it's own massive red flag, or even how Val's industry(porn) is naturally very dependant on Vox's(TV), making it so that if they aren't at the very least working together, Val is lowkey kinda fucked. Also, again, I recommend watching Princess Weekes' video on mutual abuse because it's a really good look into how abuse actually works and just a really good, interesting watch overall that I would recommend even if it wasn't relevant to the StaticMoth debate tbh(I know I keep ending these posts by recommending that video but it's bcuz it really helped me put all of this into perspective and again it's a REALLY GOOD VIDEO-)

Anyways. The point of that post wasn't to diss your interpretation of the characters. I don't necessarily AGREE with your interpretation, but honestly beyond the connotations to using that one scene as proof, mutually toxic StaticMoth doesn't actually hurt anyone and there isn't enough proof in canon for any of us to be 100% sure one way or the other. Plus, I don't usually get that heated over differing interpretations unless it's Disney Zombies. The reason I made that post was because I was noticing a dangerous pattern and wanted to speak up about it.

[fieldsplitting]

latest cohost financial update sounds uhh. non-good, I think

as someone currently working through doubts about "bringing up the rear of the pack" / "holding the team back" / "not giving as good as I get" work-wise on my team at a "start-up" (sort of) (not remotely in the same sense that cohost is a start-up), reading one of the cohost staff basically say "I was the direct point of failure of a deadline that was a key part of how we were planning to make cohost financially sustainable" hit me in a very deep place. I feel for them, sincerely

having said that, "a major wrinkle in our immediate short-term runway is that our current anonymous sole benefactor and personal friend to several of the staff has been incommunicado and we have no way to figure out where they are" sounds like a plot detail from the B-plot of an unreleased episode of Silicon Valley, except it's literally happening to cohost

and it is difficult for me to reconcile that + the various ethical / legal constraints under which cohost operates + the simple fact that they are currently slated to run out of money in April (a.k.a. 3 weeks from now) with any real chance that cohost will continue to exist much longer

which kind of sucks since I was just starting to imagine myself really getting into it? the combination of CSS + MathML support + syntax highlighted code snippets (via codehost) sounds like basically all I could ever ask for, in the event that I ever decided to get serious about recreational programming / math & blogging about it.

I may be able to do some / all of that in Tumblr (I know for a fact that LaTeX support is possible by using custom HTML, it just won't load on the tumblr dash.) but given tumblr's own less than sturdy financial footing this all has the combined effect of making me wonder if I shouldn't just build my own website already

(in case anybody browsing the #cohost tag is tempted to snark back at this post like "oh well good riddance to those folks, I heard [pick your favorite unsavory rumor about the cohost staff]" you're going to have to provide sources, please. I'm not cancelling anybody based off of nothing but a gossip mill and a "trust me bro" pinky swear)

... but also, I spent longer than I had remotely planned on last weekend reading about various high-profile rounds of debate and general community conflict that unfolded on cohost over the past year, some of which involved cohost staff addressing themselves to the userbase in ways that didn't (in my opinion) cast them in the best light. to pose the question whether a staff with a grand total of 4 employees attempting to build, from the ground up, a microblogging platform whose community has attracted users, hence inherited discursive and behavioral practices, from ex-twitter and -tumblr userbases, might get in over their heads is practically to answer it. still, a passing remark from the March financials update seemed to basically confirm that the stress eventually caused staff to start losing their cool, and it seems reasonable to assume that some of the replies staff gave to users (as users themselves and in their official capacity as employees) were a manifestation of that, which is of course no excuse.

so, in conclusion: Fuck. What's a tired code-monkey with a penchant for functional programming / an on-and-off love affair with mathematical typesetting to do when they want a place to blog about it?

mathstodon? is the answer here mathstodon? I think it might be mathstodon. toot tooooooot