#filled w veggies!!

[01tsubomi]

i made super delicious curry with pork, potatoes, carrots, eggplant, green pepper, mushrooms, and pumpkin and because of how big a pot i made it's only like $2 per portion. adult success

[plague-vulture]

idk why these things my dad got from a taco truck are called "el vampiro" but they're sos so tasty and they have a bunch of goodies and I smmmmmmmmsjshks s

[startledpossum]

Y'all I really outdid myself this time. I made tiramisu cupcakes and they are fantastic.

[bbokicidal]

"Where Did I..." | Corruptive!SKZ [H.H.]

If you've read any of my other works (on my previous account) you would know that I have a knack for (and often write) corruption kink!skz lol. So this delved into that a little, because the theme of 'dumb bimbo gf' tends to go along w/ that. if you want it rewritten more specifically, lmk. ALSO - i labeled the title as a 'bimbo gf' because just saying 'dumb gf' feels a little rude i dunno lol.

warnings : NSFW CONTENT (MDNI), corruption kink! hyunjin during the NSFW headcanons, MEANDOM!Hyun, and I'm talking fucking mean. Like calling you dumb to your face mean.

Hyunjin w/ A Bimbo!GF

BF!Hyunjin who cherishes you so so much and absolutely will help you with anything you need or ask him for. He'll do your laundry if you aren't sure which button to push, will cut up veggies for soup if you don't know how to, will hand you your phone even when it's right in your back pocket.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks that it's sooooo fucking cute every time you forget something. He'll tip his head and let his hair fall in his face as he watches you fumble with your phone, forgetting how to turn on Do Not Disturb.

BF!Hyunjin who adores the way you get pouty when you forget where you put your favorite dress. He'll watch you get mumbly and all cute about it before offering to just buy you a new one - find one online and he'll go to the store to get it just for you.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks it's SO fucking cute when you walk in a room and pause, eyes glossy and lips popped apart because you can't remember why you walked in there in the first place. He'll stare with a giggly smile as you walk out, then back in, and eventually sit down with a pout as you try to remember.

BF!Hyunjin who ties your shoes for you after watching you knot your laces two different times. He'll just straight up tie them - he won't teach you how to because he thinks it's just so cute watching you forget and fumble. He wants to tie your shoes for you forever.

BF!Hyunjin who has to do the grocery shopping because you can never remember where a single thing is in the store, even if the aisles are labeled. You just go along as his pretty little arm candy.

BF!Hyunjin who doesn't let you carry cash because you count twenties like they're tens and he's not going to let you embarrass yourself in some fancy store - Just take his Black card.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who thinks your 'stupidity' adds to your sexiness in bed. He is obsessed with the way you so willingly submit yourself to him because you don't know any different and you're just too dumb to figure out how to top him.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who presses his thumb into your lower lip to pry your mouth open, murmuring about how cute you are on your knees and how you should just stay his pretty dumb bitch forever.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who hums out shit like, "Open your mouth for me. Just like that. Now sit pretty and let me fuck your throat since you can't suck me off right." And, "You're just my dumb little whore, huh? Don't know any different; Useless unless you're acting as my personal cocksleeve."

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you he's so happy you're his girlfriend - and how he knows you'd never cheat on him because you're too dumb to go out and find anyone else.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who pumps you full of his cum and then blatantly lies to you, telling you there's no chance you'll get pregnant because of some dumb reason he makes up in his head. He takes EVERY precaution afterwards to clean you up however and make sure you actually won't get pregnant, but he's going to let you believe that his cum can't get you pregnant so he can keep filling you up.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you it's totally normal for guys to share their girls with his friends just so he can have threesomes with you and the others - He knows for a fact Changbin, Minho, and Seungmin love how dumb you are, too. And you just look so pretty all confused and whimpery with their cocks stuffing all your holes.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who makes the effort afterwards during aftercare to assure you that he absolutely does love you, and that he doesn't really mean all of those harsh words he said to you during sex. He adores you the way you are and outside of the bedroom he really wants you to know that his love runs so deeply for you. He'll curl up from behind and wrap an arm over your waist after cleaning up, press kisses to your shoulder and hold you as tight as possible as he whispers about how one day he'll marry you and keep you safe from the word. And those mean cashiers who can count right.

[wardenparker]

Woo hoo! Way to go on the 2.5k followers! You deserve it

I would like to request Joel Miller w/ “put me down”

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller 1,642 words. "Put me down." Co-written with @absurdthirst

Reader has been drinking. Established relationship. Jealousy.

Joel rolls his eyes, wondering again what the hell is in the air tonight. He’s glad Sarah has already gone to bed, although she would probably be snickering at the scene. “Babe, maybe you should slow down.” He grunts swiping the beer bottle that he had been nursing and tossing it into the trash.

“Baby, it’s game day,” you protest with a giggle, even though you know he’s probably right. You made your sangria much stronger than usual and you’ve had more than a few cups while hanging out with his friends.

“Yeah it is.” You’re having fun, which is something that he would normally never deny you. Although it seems like you’ve gotten a little….boisterous in the last half hour. “How about we get a sandwich?” He suggests, thinking the bread would be good to help counteract the wine sloshing around in your stomach.

"But we have so many snacks!" The remnants of a chip and veggies and dip plate, the garnishes from a pile of wings, and the last two cookies from the batch Tommy baked are all out on the counter around you, but none of it constitutes actual eating.

He snorts, shaking his head at your wild flailing as you gesture around the counter and miss when you go to grab a chip. “Yep, sandwich.” He grunts to himself, turning around to grab the loaf of bread off the counter. “Or a wrap?”

"Can you be my wrap?" Alright, so you might be a bit tipsy. If the intense giggling from your silly joke is any indication. That doesn't mean you don't want to take advantage of the fact that you're the only two people in the kitchen right now to snuggle up with your boyfriend.

That makes him laugh, rolling his eyes at your antics and he turns to press his lips to your forehead. “You’re drunk.” He accuses fondly.

"Not totally," you protest, pouting at him as deeply as possible.

“Totally.” Joel laughs, leaning in and squashing your lips between his fingers playfully until you pull back. “Eat a wrap then you can have a glass of water.”

"And a kiss." Tacking that onto the end with a grin, you pull your arms around him so he can't pull away to do anything – let alone make a wrap or get a glass of water.

“And a kiss.” If you hadn’t almost started a fight, your possessiveness might be cute. Amusing even. But you had almost been ready to throw hands and he didn’t need the cops showing up here tonight.

"Oh-kay." The pleasant buzzing in your head and the fact that that bitch Larry Anderson had brought with him isn't in here to eye fuck Joel, combine to put you in a very amenable mood.

“Good.” He pecks your lips and reaches behind you to open the fridge. “Ham, or…ham?” He asks, the fridge slightly bare, but in his defense, he had been buying for the party and not wraps.

You hum, pretending to think really really hard, and realize you've forgotten the question while you were screwing up your face into comical expressions. "Ummm...wine?"

“Jesus.” Joel rolls his eyes and moves to the cabinet beside the fridge. “Water now.” He orders, tone a little sharper than before. He doesn’t want you with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow.

"Don't be mad." A pout overtakes your face immediately, but you lean against the kitchen counter and prepare to take whatever Joel dishes out. Even tipsy you know you probably overdid it earlier. It's not your fault that girl wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

“I’m not.” He grabs a plastic cup, not even trusting you with a glass one at this point. “I just want you to be well hydrated.”

"Well..." The best you can do is shrug, but you're still pouting. "You sound mad."

“And I always look like an asshole.” Joel reminds you with a small chuckle. “So….?”

"I had to be mean to her." He pulls one of Sarah's plastic cups out of the cupboard and moves back to the fridge to fill it with cold, filtered water. "She was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, baby."

“Doesn’t matter.” He reminds with, turning around to hand the cup to you with a smirk. “I’m yours.”

Joel always takes care of you, and you know that even after two too many glasses of sangria, so you take the water cup dutifully. "I knowww. You're my piece of meat. But she wasn't respecting that and that's not okay."

“You don’t need to worry.” He promises softly, moving back to the fridge. “She doesn’t have anything on you.”

"I trust you," you clarify, dutifully sipping the water that he's gotten for you. Joel's loyalty has never been in question. Not when you were friends, not when you crossed the line into dating, and not now that you're living with him and Sarah. But the sangria had made you feisty and that was that.

“Good.” He chuckles as he slaps together some ham and a thick slice of that Muenster cheese you insist is better than Kraft. “Because you are the one sleeping in my bed, hogging the covers.”

"I keep telling youuuu." The singsong in your voice is interrupted by another drink of water. "We need a king-sized blanket. A big blanket. For us two hogs."

“I just will shiver every night.” He teases, folding the wrap up like a letter and handing it to you to eat. It wasn’t pretty, but he never claimed to be a good cook.

"But we could be warm snuggly burritos!" You insist, which is always the argument you give for why you should get an extra-large blanket for the queen sized bed you share, but this time you take a dramatic bite of the wrap he's made for you to punctuate your point.

“You would just steal all of those covers too.” He reminds you, leaning back against the counter as he eat watches you eat.

Giggling, you hold up one finger, crushing your wrap into an accordioned lump in the process. "One snuggly burrito."

“You might be a little cute when you’re this drunk.” Joel huffs, folding his arms over his chest.

"Baby..." Trying very hard to make your face serious fails spectacularly, and you end up giggling again. "I'm always cute. You said so."

“I did, didn’t I?” He huffs. “Finish eating and we’ll go back out to the party.” He bribes.

“Okayyyyyy.” It doesn’t stop you from leaning into his side though, and Joel lets you snuggle him without protest or question.

You eat the wrap quickly, making Joel think that one of your problems might be that you haven’t eaten today. When you reach for the veggies and dip, he encourages you to eat some of it too, not wanting you to have just the wrap on your stomach. Not having realized you were hungry in the first place, you’ve now eaten an entire meal standing in the kitchen and the pout you give Joel afterward intensifies. “Now I’m sleepy…” you huff, indignant at yourself for daring to be tired during a house party. Even a small one.

He chuckles quietly and pushes off the counter to walk over to where you had drifted away from him. Grazing off the table. Smirking, he bends down and scoops you up, about to carry you upstairs.

The squawk you let out could raise the dead, but he laughs so it ends up in half-hearted huffing and puffing as he carries you up the backstairs. “Put me doooowwwn! I can walk!” Not that you actually want him to, of course. Being manhandled by Joel is a privilege.

He smacks your ass, laughing again when you squeal. “No.” He tells you, continuing to climb the stairs. “You’ll go back out into the living room and fight that girl.”

“She put her tits in your face!” You groan, not bothering to fight as more stairs pass under Joel’s feet. He’s far stronger than you anyway. “Only my tits go in your face.”

You’re possessive when you’re drunk and it’s kind of hot. “I like your tits in my face.” He hums, grabbing your ass this time instead of slapping it. “That’s why I stood up. So she couldn’t do that.”

“And I like your little pancake ass,” you giggle, smacking his ass as he goes. Slinging you over his shoulder was a tactical error on Joel’s part.

“Hey.” Joel’s step falters and he snorts as you start to giggle. “Payback, huh?”

“Yep!” Another bright giggle breaks through as he hits the top step.

“You need to go to bed.” He huffs, shaking his head.

He carries you into the bedroom, only setting you down again when it can be directly on the bed. Before he can step away, though, you reach up to snag the edge of Joel's t-shirt and give him a soft smile. "I love you, baby."

“I love you too.” He promises, leaning back down to kiss you softly. “Lay down, I’ll get you some aspirin and water.”

"Then cuddles?" When you're tipsy – or drunk – it's not hard to turn almost any expression into wide, pleading eyes. In this case, it's the wide and pleading eyes that you know Joel just can't resist.

Joel sighs softly, knowing you are feeling a little vulnerable and he nods. “Fuck ‘em.” He decides. “Tommy can keep their asses in line.” He tells you as he brings the bottle of Advil and the cup of water from the bathroom.

“Cuddles!” Maybe it’s simple of you, but ending any night in Joel’s arms is all you want. All you’ve wanted for years now. The day you went from friends to lovers was a gift, and that gift is just as precious to you now as it was then.

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Take It Easy

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈10.2k

Summary: Your family throws an impromptu barbecue. You’re usually the one they throw every task on, but with today being your most painful period day, you say fuck it and leave them to fend for themselves. Only one other guest is invited today, and that’s Joel Miller.

Warnings: Age gap (23/43). Established relationship (to everyone but reader’s family). No physical description of reader besides outfit choices. Use of feminine pet names. LATINO JOEL MILLER (he’s canon in all my fics, sorry not sorry). Fluff with slight angst - getting caught, kinda (?) - happy ending, don’t worry. This version of Joel is always soft for reader, but I feel like he’s extra soft here. These idiots are so fucking in love (highkey jealous). SMUT 18+ MDNI: If you know the traffic light system for safe words, reader uses yellow at one point - but fluff & comfort happens immediately after. Dom/sub and Brat tamer/brat dynamics (subspace!). Daddy kink. Degradation kink (very brief). Making out/body appreciation. Masturbation (F). Oral sex (M receiving). Spit kink (I'm so weak). Exhibitionist kink - reader is being bold 🫣. Face fucking. Vaginal fingering. Lots of kissing (these two definitely have some sort of oral/kiss fixation istg). Soft unprotected p in v. Reader gets a surge of dominance, soooo ya get a glimpse of sub!Joel😏…...I think that's it. Let me know if there’s anything I missed. 🫶🏼

Author's Note: This can be read as a stand-alone, but I accidentally connected this a bit more than I intended to the What You Need fic. That fic talks a lot about reader's background/family dynamic and why/how Joel is the way that he is with reader. There's also some little details in here that might fly over your head if you haven't read What You Need. However, I genuinely don't think any confusion or such will occur if you only read this one shot. I hope you'll be able to enjoy all the same. Much love 💚

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“Can you prep the veggies?”

“Can you prep the grill?”

“Can you make the rice?”

“Why don’t I make the entire fucking dinner at this point?” You snap in the direction of the kitchen from your place on the couch, wrapped in blankets, snuggled with a heat pack over your lower belly. 

“Well, if you’re offering,” your brother smirks. 

You started your period yesterday, and the second day is always the absolute worst. Your flow is heavy, your cramps are excruciating, and your mood is all over the place. Today was not the day for an impromptu barbecue, regardless if there were guests or not. 

You promptly give your brother the middle finger then pull yourself off the couch to make your way to the bathroom. You’ve filled up an entire pad, yet again, in less than 20 minutes. 

You always do everything for your family, but today, you absolutely don’t give a fuck. Today is self care day for you — popping three painkillers then heading straight to the dark of your room. 

You’re not entirely sure how long you fell asleep for, but the smell of charcoal smoke and sizzling steak is what wakes you up first. The next sensation that fills you is the sound of heavy boots walking from, what you assume to be, the back door to the kitchen. Joel. You’d know that walk anywhere. He’s taking on the tasks for your family that usually fall on your shoulders. 

He called you this morning before everyone (including you) woke up, saying he’s excited to see you tonight. You grumbled sleepily, about to tell him you were just as excited when a searing pain ruptured in your stomach, causing you to gasp out in pain. 

“Baby?” Joel called out, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Fuck, sorry, baby, it’s nothing,” you shyly say. He says your name. You start to explain, “I started my period yesterday, and-” but Joel cuts you off. “The second day is always the worst,” he states factually. 

You smile to yourself, “Yeah, exactly.”

He tells you to get up and get a glass of water and some medicine to ease the pain, which you do, then he tells you to let yourself sleep in today, which you don’t. 

“Fine,” he relents at your stubbornness, “but at least take it easy today, darlin’, ya hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Miller, loud and clear,” you tell him. 

You can feel his dumb fucking lopsided smirk through the phone, “Fuckin’ brat,” he snarls. 

“Mhm, but you’re fuckin’ brat,” you correct him.

“Yes. Mine.”

“Mmmm,” you let out a soft moan at that. Mine. You love the way it sounds, the way he claims you. “I love you.”

His cock twitches at the sound you make, but he wills it stay down. He takes a breath before he responds, “I love you, baby.” He can’t get ahead of himself today. He needs you to take it easy. So he tells you exactly that, again, for the last time before he ends the call and lets you take on your tasks for the day. 

Even though the mouth-watering scent of all the delicious food has completely pulled you awake, you stay in bed a little longer, basking in the sensation of absolute no cramping in the position you’re in. And as if on cue, Joel quietly knocks on your door, waiting for you to invite him in. 

“Come in,” your voice cracks, still groggy from the hours of no speaking. 

He enters softly, clad in that denim button up you love so much paired with some dark washed jeans. “Hi, darlin’,” he makes his way to place a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, then a longer one to your lips. “How you feelin’?” 

“Better now,” you coo, completely enamored by how soft your big, burly man can be. “Food smells good. You helped them?” 

He’s sitting at the side of your bed now, facing you, so he can rest his arm across you. “Only your old man. Carried in the food as he finished puttin’ em in the trays,” he says as he draws little circles on your arms. 

You hum in response, too content at his presence. Still unable to use your voice, you tug on his arm, silently asking for him to hold you for just a moment before you eventually need to get up. 

“They all left, by the way,” Joel soothes. 

You finally have the strength to lift your head up, a quizzical look on your face. 

“Your brother needed an herb, your dad s’more charcoal, obviously your mother drove ‘em. I don’t know where your other siblings are, though,” he explains. 

“Oh.” You look up at him. “So what you’re saying is,” tugging harder on his arm to pull him into your bed, “you can freely cuddle me until then.” 

He chuckles at that, giving into your pull, and wrapping his hand around your jaw to pull you into yet another sweet kiss. He’s laying down next to you now, and you take the opportunity to completely entangle your limbs into his, your head tucked into his neck. 

Your family is gone for another forty-five minutes from that point on, and you two spend each minute just completely wrapped into each other, sharing sweet, wet kisses everywhere both of  you can reach. His thigh supplying light pressure between yours at your core, spurring you both on just enough but not to the point where you lose all self control. 

There’s something about the way you two can touch each other like this. With past partners, they always wanted things to escalate. To undress you and devour you at any sign of affection. But with Joel, it’s natural. Of course, his body will react in ways that show he physically wants more, but truly, he just wants to adore you and appreciate you and love you. And in the moments where those three words aren’t enough, he shows it in the other pure way he knows how to. 

You’re too distracted being consumed by Joel’s touch, but as sharp as an eagle, he immediately perks at the sound of your family’s arrival. He slowly pulls away, trying to savor the kiss as much as possible. Finally it breaks, and you immediately pull your bottom lip into your mouth, trying to savor the way he feels and the way he tastes. He gives you a look of pure love and devotion—a look you know is only reserved for you, a look you’ll never get tired of. “Time to get up, darlin’.” 

“Ugh,” you whine out, “Okay, I’ll meet you out there. I’m just gonna change, baby.” 

He pulls you up out of bed and straight into another chaste kiss, “Want me to make you tea?” 

“That sounds lovely, baby,” you blush at his attentiveness. You’ve been spoiled rotten by him for the past year, but you still get so flustered every time. “But I think we’re out of what I normally drink-”

He stops you with yet another kiss. “I bought a box of that peppermint blend before I came.” 

You can’t stop the way you absolutely fold for this man, evident in the shaky breath you take and the way you completely stumble on your words, “Y-yeah, o-okay, yes, please.” 

He smiles and nods, walking directly to your kitchen without another second to waste. 

God, he deserves some fucking head right now, you think to yourself as you quietly giggle. 

You make your way to your bathroom, taking a quick body shower because those several hours of sleep, plus the way Joel was on you for 45 minutes, had you looking like a murder scene down there. You dry yourself off, lotion up, and change into some loose black sweats and a fitted, light blue baby tee. 

You look a lot brighter after your rest; Joel was right in telling you to sleep in, you needed it. Not that you’d ever tell him. He doesn’t need anymore ego boosts. Ya see, what’d I say, darlin’? you can hear his Texan twang scolding you already. 

He looks up from the kettle pot boiling before him to see you perched on the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island, bright eyed and awake, watching him make your tea. “Thank you again, baby,” you softly say. 

He comes around behind you, setting your mug in front of you accompanied with three soft kisses peppered to the area where your shoulder and neck meet. “Of course, my sweet girl. You ready to eat? Everythin’ is set up out back, and everyone is out there, too,” he sighs, “already eatin’.” He says, annoyed at the fact that no one thought to call and check in on you, let you know that the ritual of eating together already started. You’re used to it by now, but seeing his reaction reminds you that it’s not normal for your own family to treat you this way. You smile a little sadly, trying to think of how you want to go about this. Usually you just wouldn’t eat, but with Joel around, you know that’s not going to fly. 

“How ‘bout,” he says as he wraps his arms around your waist, his head still resting on your shoulder, “I go out there, make a plate big enough for us both, and I come back in and we share?” He could easily get you your own plate, but he knows your family. They’ll jump at any opportunity to shit talk you when they don’t understand the entire situation. Getting you your own plate and serving you when he’s a guest in your own home could inspire that, and he really doesn’t want you to experience that right now. 

You lean into him, turning your head a little to place a kiss to his cheek. “Okay, baby,” you smile, “yes, let’s share.” 

He comes back inside to you snuggled on the couch again with a pullout table propped right in front. He snuggles up right beside you, placing your legs right on top of his, keeping you secure with a hand on your thigh. 

The plate is filled with a mountain worth of food. You already know three-quarters of that is going down his bottomless pit of a stomach, laughing to yourself at the thought. One thing that wasn’t on the original menu for tonight was on his plate. It also just so happened to be one of your comfort foods whenever you weren’t feeling good. “W-who made the mashed potatoes?” 

Joel looks up at you sheepishly. He thought he’d be able to pull it off. He didn’t just go to the store, before he came, for your mint tea. He also went to get the ingredients for the mashed potatoes recipe you love so much. Within the almost two years he’s spent getting to know you, he’s recognized that every single time you’re feeling under the weather or falling into some type of depressive slump, you’re either eating or craving it. “I, uh- When I went to go get your tea… I figured I’d get ya your stuff for this, too. Made it before I came to wake ya up.” 

“Joel…” your voice cracks and your eyes tear up. 

How is it that after 23 years of life, you’re finally experiencing what it means when someone loves you? And you’re not talking romantic, you’re talking pure, genuine love. Love that you should’ve received from your parents, your siblings. They have never once shown you the consideration of making you your favorite meal, or fixing you a cup of something warm when you’re not feeling well. They have never shown you what it means to appreciate someone, in any of the love languages. The only person that has shown you remotely anything is your mother, but even that is limited because she cowers behind the directives of your father. You see her try, and you feel selfish not to appreciate it. But is it selfish to just want to be wholly loved by the people who created and raised you?  

You pull the fork out of his hands and set it back on the plate. And in an instant, you completely throw yourself on him, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, legs tightly hugged between his own. He loses his balance and lays straight back onto the couch, letting out a grunt at the landing, with you on top of him. You push into him for a kiss, your noses smooshing together as you lick inside his mouth with a sense of urgency to show him how much you love him. Once the initial shock of you pouncing on him wears off, he immediately wraps himself around you, tightening his hold to pull you in impossibly more. His tongue dances with yours, one arm wrapped around your middle and another secure around the bottom of your ass. 

You adjust to straddle his hips, sitting up and pulling him up with you by the collar of his denim. You break away from him just for a minute, heavy breathing and eyes dark, and you let your hand glide down his chest, swiftly undoing a few buttons of his shirt, making sure to leave a trail of sloppy, wet kisses as you go. You make your way down to his belt, unbuckling it with such a need that he can’t help but just watch you. You slip the belt out of the loops, letting it fall to the ground, and you’re scooting back more to situate yourself in between the tight space of his legs. You palm him through his jeans, feeling how absolutely hard he is, which elicits a deep groan from the man above you. With that, the button and zipper of his jeans are undone. You bring your hands up back to the hem of his jeans, looking back up at him for his approval. 

“Sweet girl, ya know your folks are right outside,” he tries to warn but fails with the way his voice wavers with need. 

You look to the back door that’s twenty feet away, curtains completely drawn, and look back at him. “You and I both know none of them are coming back inside for a while,” you raise your eyebrows in defiance. 

He is truly at war with himself right now. He could let you do what you want, knowing you get off just as much as he does when you give him head. Or he could situate you back to your original positions and finger a few orgasms out of you, and he just pulls away from you if someone were to walk in — the safer route. Or. The safest option being he bids your folks goodnight and you let them know you’re going out for the night. 

Though, the latter would just be too easy. He knows you both revel in the risk, in the act of sneaking around. Which is why he finds himself scooting forward to the edge of the couch, and you take the hint loud and clear. He wants you on your knees for this. He meets your stare once more, both of you sparkling with mischief. “Well? Darlin’? Best get on with it then, huh?” Followed by him lifting his hips slightly so you can tug his clothing down, his tip red and aching. 

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp out, “been thinking about this since you left my fuckin’ room, daddy, I want you so bad.” 

Your admission spurs him on more, and his eyes go impossibly dark. “Go on, darlin’. Prove it to me. Show me how fuckin’ bad.” 

You pull yourself up to stand on your knees for a moment, and murmur a quiet come here to him, urging him to lean in for a second. He pulls closer, stopping an inch away from your face. You open your mouth for him, tongue sticking out and flat. He gets the hint, and before you can even register, his hand is on your jaw, tilting your head back and opening you wider, and he spits. 

You use all your self control not to swallow it right here and right now, desperate to feel any kind of warmth from him slide down your throat. You have other plans right now. You close your mouth and let your own spit generate, absolutely giddy with want to please your man. His eyes are fixed on you, knowing your next plan of action, but still stunned all the same at how fucking filthy his sweet girl is. You pull yourself back, hovering your mouth over his erection. 

You open your mouth and just let the combination of both of you fall from your mouth, sliding down his cock like the sweetest of syrups that you can’t wait to lick up. As the amount of spit starts to really gather, you grab him by the base and start stroking up and down his length, putting extra emphasis on his tip, running your finger over his slit for good measure. He lets out a stuttered groan at that, and you take that as your queue to finally put him in your mouth. Running your tongue in the same pattern your fingers did his tip, making him hiss in your ability to make him fold at the smallest of touches.

You keep this pace for a good while, using your hand in tandem with your mouth, stroking up and down in the speed and pressure that you know brings him to the edge fast. The sounds coming from your throat mixed with the slick feeling of your hand pumping him has your pussy absolutely dripping for attention. Fuck it. You slide your other hand down into your underwear, and begin to play with your clit, not wanting to go any deeper for fear of getting blood all over the place. Joel wouldn’t mind—of course, he wouldn’t—but you would, so you give yourself just enough to ease the aching need between your legs. Your moans get louder now that you’re touching yourself, your throat adding a delicious vibrating sensation to him. 

His eyes were shut at how fucking amazing you’re taking him, but with the sounds you’re making, he can’t help but make sure all his focus is on you. And god damn, when he sees you touching yourself so prettily while you’re being such a good girl making daddy feel so fucking good, he can’t help but cum at the sight. “F-fuck, sweet girl, holy fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, “It turn you on that bad to have my dick in your mouth, huh?” 

You pull off of him with a pop, making sure you keep as much of his cum in your mouth as you can—because there’s a fuck ton—and you fix your stare into his dark eyes as you swallow every last bit of him. “So fucking good, daddy, I-” you break off into a moan, your hand that was pumping him now gripping his thigh to maintain your balance as you continue the ministrations on your pussy. 

“Cum for me, baby, show me how good it makes you feel to be daddy’s little slut,” he demands. You gasp out at his words, that demand being what really throws you over the edge. Your clit pulses underneath your fingers, you feel yourself gush out, your blood and cum making you feel impossibly messier, and with that, your body goes rigid. 

Joel leans forward and grabs onto your jaw, keeping you upright while you come back down from your high. You’re so far gone that you don’t realize he’s peppering your face with kisses, uttering sweet nothings until you’re back with him. He gently pulls your hand from your pants and settles them into your lap.

“I’ve got ya, baby,” he kisses your lips softly. 

“My sweet girl,” he kisses your jaw, “I love you,” another kiss at your pulse point below your ear. He feels your body begin to relax. 

“Atta girl, baby,” he whispers before reaching down and settling his other arm underneath your legs, positioning himself so he can pick you up in a cradle position. He stands and carries you to your bathroom, settling you on your feet for one moment so he can pull your sweats and underwear off of you. He guides you down onto the toilet, kissing your forehead and muttering a quick one sec, baby before he steps out. He comes back two minutes later, and you’re still in subspace but slightly more grounded, and he kneels down in front of you, instructing you to lift one foot at a time. 

He went to go get you a new pair of underwear and some gray sweatpants. He already stuck another pad to your underwear, too. The action fills you with such an overwhelming feeling that you can’t help the tears that roll down your flushed cheeks. He looks up, knowing everything you’re saying and feeling by your gaze alone. He cups your cheeks with both hands, rubs his thumb to wipe the stray tears, and kisses your forehead, your left eye, then your right, your nose, and finally your lips, all in an attempt to seal every ounce of love and adoration he has for you.  

“I love you,” you finally say, leaning your forehead against his, and just take a moment with his hands on you. He pulls back again with a kiss to your forehead, and he grabs the wipes on the counter, encouraging you to lean back a bit, so he can clean you properly. 

“Wait, no,” you meekly say, trying to grab the wipes from his hands. He knows you get embarrassed at the fact that he sees you a little gross like this, and you know he truly doesn’t care. Usually he relents and lets you do it yourself, but tonight, he’s doing everything for you whether you like it or not. He raises one eyebrow at you, and that’s all you need to bring your arms back down in defeat. You lean yourself back a little, spreading your legs open, and let him clean you up. 

When it comes to other activities during your period, you usually are uncomfortable. But with Joel? With him, you don’t mind. You actually love it. It’s in moments like these that remind you how irrevocably in love you are with this man.

Afterwards he stands you up, pulls your bottoms on, and turns you towards the sink and washes your hands for you. He really wasn’t kidding at how easy he wanted you to take today.

He carried you back to the couch and wrapped a fluffy blanket around you. You threw yourself on him in the middle of your guys’ meal, so after he settles you into the couch, he transfers your shared food to a real plate instead of paper and warms everything up. He does the same to your peppermint tea. 

After everything is warmed, he settles back onto the couch beside you, pulling your legs up onto his thighs and holding you above your knee to secure your position. You go to reach the fork, but Joel is quick to swat your hand away, taking the fork and feeding you a bite of your mashed potatoes instead. 

“I told you,” he scolds, “to take it easy today.” 

You frown, “And I have been! You’ve literally been taking care of me since you got here.” 

He sets the fork down, reaching for your tea and lifting it up to your mouth. He’s not gonna respond until you take a sip, which was much needed as your belly immediately calms at the heat. You take one more sip as he begins, “You pouncin’ on my fuckin’ dick was not takin’ it easy.” 

You cough on the fucking liquid still traveling down your throat. You were not expecting that to come out of his mouth. You try really hard to will yourself not to fucking burst out in laughter because you know how serious he was with this statement. So instead, you settle for your typical smart ass remark. “It wasn’t?” You asked. “Seemed real easy to me,” you add as you take the fork from his hand and take another bite of the yummy food before you. His eyebrow shoots up and you give him a lopsided smirk in return. 

“Watch it, sweet girl,” he says as he brings his hand up, thumb and forefinger pinching at your chin to force your eyes into his. He gives you a bruising kiss, one that entices him to bite at your bottom lip as he pulls away. You can feel yourself slipping again. He’s not done with you, he’s just giving you a moment to refuel. 

“I’ll be good,” you softly whimper as you chase for his lips. “I’m not so sure about that,” he responds as his grip on your chin gets tighter, forcing you stationary and a few inches too far from where you want him to be. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes gloss over as you whisper out a small I promise, to which he says, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure of it.” 

He lets go of your face completely and continues feeding you, alternating between the food and your tea. As the next bite he prepares for you reaches your mouth, something that has never happened before decided to occur. Your mother comes inside the house, and her first sight as soon as she came in was you, completely wrapped around Joel, and him feeding you. 

Your jaw freezes, his grip on your leg tightens out of instinct to protect you, and it’s a staring standoff between the three of you. Joel doesn’t realize he’s still holding the fork up until his hand starts to shake, so he gently sets it down on the plate. It’s you who speaks first. “Mom, I-”

But it’s your mother who wants the first word. The first two words, actually. “How long?” 

Your heart is beating out of your chest, and the only thing keeping you from full blown panic is all the ways you’re in physical contact with Joel. “I can explain, mom, I-”

“Flower,” she says to comfort you. She’s not mad? you think. Your heart immediately calms, but now you’re just confused. Growing up, your mother always called you her flower. She used it predominantly when she wanted to help you regulate. You’ve always been full of anxiety and other strong emotions. Flowers are strong and beautiful, and show exactly when they need support. And when they are given the support they need, they flourish. That’s you. You are a flower. Her flower. But now she can see, there’s someone else tending to you. And she is not mad. 

“A year and some change,” you softly say. She looks between you two. Then she steps forward. “Look,” she breathes. “I know our family hasn’t been the best in showing love or appreciation. And they obviously haven’t been the best at fending for themselves-”

“Amen to that,” you say, and she chuckles in appreciation. She continues.

“Thank you, by the way. For everything you do around here. We both know none of it would get done around here if it weren’t for you. I try to help you as much as I can, but obviously not enough. If you can pull everyone’s weight around here, which you shouldn’t have been doing in the first place, then I can at least pull my own and whip them into pulling their own, too.” 

Your eyes are watering, and you take a deep, shaky breath. Joel feels it. He brings his hand around to rub small circles into your back. You’re so grateful he’s here. “I love you,” you say to your mom. 

“I love you, too, flower, but I’m not done. I also know that I’m not too great at using my voice. Defending what’s right. But you’re the one person in this family that’s given me the inspiration to fight for what I believe in. You give me strength, and constantly seeing this family pull you down lower and lower as the years go by breaks me. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.” 

Tears begin to fall, both on your face and your mom’s. 

“And in this last year, and some change, to be exact,” she smiles as she recalls your answer from earlier, “you have been the most vibrant flower of the entire garden. In the gloominess of this house, you continue to grow, and I’ve been dying to understand what changed. And now I see why. And I have never been more grateful for another human—the first one being you—until he entered your life.” 

You and Joel both look at each other, his eyes have a hint of gloss to them now, too. 

“So,” your mother says as she reaches for the tissue box on the counter and walks back to hand you the box. “I won’t tell a soul. It’s not my story to share. And remember. I will always have your back. Always. I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel comfortable enough to tell me about such a beautiful relationship, but we’re here now and I need you to know that I will forever support what makes my flower happy,” she looks to Joel, “and that’s you. I will support both of you until my flower decides on something different.” 

Joel’s face turns into a scowl, half joking and half pissed at the thought of you leaving him. “Which, I have a feeling isn’t gonna happen, so you can calm yourself, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” your mother adds after seeing his boyish reaction that would normally scare anyone but you, and apparently your mother. 

You lose your shit at his new nickname, and all the emotions just flow out at once. You pull yourself off of Joel and run into your mothers arms, needing her comfort. She holds you like that for a few seconds before she says, “Okay, go, I think Mr. Grump needs your comfort now. Absolutely no way I’m doing it.” You laugh and squeeze her one last time before she grabs something in the kitchen and heads back outside. You make your way back to Mr. Grump, straddling his lap. Before she opens the back door, though, she calls out your name. 

“Yes, mom?” 

“I’ll cover for you, hon,” she says nonchalantly as she goes back outside. 

You and Joel stare at each other for a moment, too shocked to take action on the opportunity that just presented itself to you. Then, it finally hits. You pull him into a kiss that’s downright feral, your hips grinding down on him on instinct. “Take-” you say as you try to break away from the kiss, but you’re too drunk on him to completely pull away, “t-take me home, baby.” 

He grunts in response, and stands up with you completely wrapped around him. He heads for your front door. 

“Baby, Baby, wait, not here,” you say breathily as you go back in for another quick kiss, “through the garage.” He looks confused for a second before he remembers. The front door camera. The left side of your driveway being the camera’s blind spot. Immediately he reroutes.

You would think the first thing he does is bring you to his bedroom, but no. He sets you on his couch, molding your body into his signature position for you that makes you sit on your heels, palms up on your thighs. He could’ve easily told you he wanted you in position, but again, he told you to take it easy. 

Although the position almost always forces you into subspace, you’re confused and coherent enough to question him, “Baby..?” 

He steps back, looking down at you with his eyebrow raised, “Don’tcha remember, sweet thing?” 

“You pouncin’ on my fuckin’ dick was not takin’ it easy”, he said. 

You promised you would be good. 

To which he assured you, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure of it.”

He sees the moment it clicks in your head, and immediately his hold is on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He leans down, his lips ghosting over yours. He whispers, “Color?” Still demanding but with a hint of softness to it. You tilt your head further back, trying to make your lips touch him more, “Green,” you say. 

He pulls your chin into him and kisses you, slow and sweet, his tongue tangling with yours. He pulls away, breath slightly shaky, but he composes himself quickly and stands straight up, letting go of any contact with you. 

His couch is either really low to the ground, or he is just one big motherfucker. Either way, you sitting on your haunches on his couch like this while he stands straight up in front of you makes your head in direct eye line of his crotch. And you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from it. You see his tent forming, and you’re smart enough to realize what lesson he’s about to give you. 

“Told you to take it fuckin’ easy today,” he says as he slowly unbuckles his belt, “didn’t I, baby?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you say quickly, not wanting to piss him off more. 

“But ya didn’t,” his belt falls. “Did you?” 

Your spit thickens. “No, daddy.” 

His belt is on the floor, and he’s reaching to undo his button and zipper. “My good girl was jus’ too fuckin’ eager to have my dick in her mouth, hm?” 

You lick your bottom lip, catching the drool you didn’t realize was pooling out of your mouth. Like Pavlov’s fucking dogs, he’s got you trained. You let out a whiny mhm in response, already completely blissed out at the prospect of what’s about to happen. He settles for it, this time. 

He pulls his jeans down, just enough to pull himself free. He leaves his boxers up for now while he explains. He walks closer to you, his hardness one lick away from you, and forces you to look up at him again. “You’re gonna take my cock in your mouth again, sweetheart,” he says. 

You eagerly cut him off, “Yes, please, thank you, daddy, I-”

He shuts you up by pushing his thumb in your mouth. “But you’re not gonna move or do anythin’, besides sit prettily for daddy,” his grip on your jaw tightens, “ya understand me?” He slides his thumb out and spreads your spit across your bottom lip and down your chin. 

“I understand, daddy,” you say, your eyes completely glossed over. Out of instinct, you fold your hands behind your back, signaling to Joel your complete submission to him. 

“Such a good girl when you remember how to be patient,” he says as he stands back to his full height again. He gets impossibly closer, crowding your face. He pulls his boxers down, and his erection springs free, the tip landing against your lips, smearing the pre-cum across it. It takes everything in you not to lick it up—you can’t, he needs to give you your next instructions. He hears your silent pleas, and as he settles his hand at the back of your head, fingers grounding themselves into the roots of your hair, he tells you, “Open.” 

Knowing how rough Joel can get, you take a deep breath, relaxing your throat, and you open wide, your tongue laid flat out, slick with the drool that’s been forming since the noise of the belt buckle hit your ears. 

His other hand is holding himself at the base, guiding himself into your mouth. He taps his tip on your tongue a few times for good measure, before pushing himself all the way in. You feel your gag reflex coming, but you take another deep breath through your nose, urging your throat to relax a little more. It does. He pushes slowly in until your nose is flush with the patch of hair above his length. All you wanna do is unclasp your hands and reach for his thighs to pull him into you tighter, wanting to engulf his scent into you, but you can’t. All you can do is take what he gives you while sitting pretty like the good girl you are. 

He starts to pull back a little, and that naturally makes your throat contract, forcing a groan out of him and more saliva out of you. He lets go of himself, and now both hands are on you. He taps your cheek, asking you to look up at him. “Hands behind the entire time. Any touch on my thigh signals red to me, okay?” 

You nod your head as best you can with his grip on you and let out a little moan for good measure. At your signal, he completely and utterly wrecks you with no hesitation. And you take it exactly as he gives it, just like you promised you would. 

The more he thrusts, the more spit that builds, leaking from your mouth and down your chin. Your eyes are shut at the feeling of him abusing your throat, but he won’t have that. You feel his other hand not tap your cheek twice. Your eyes fly open and land on his dark ones. “Those eyes stay on me,” he grunts out at a particularly rough thrust. You whimper out at his words, trying to convey your apologies for doing something that could make him mad. “No, it’s alright, darlin’,” he says, his pace never faltering. “I- fuck- wasn’t specific enough,” he grunts, “but ya know what I expect now,” his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. “Isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

Your eyebrows furrow and try to emphasize with your eyes that yes, eyes on you, daddy. He understands. “Atta girl, baby,” he breathes out, pulling out momentarily to give you a breath. 

You choke out a little as he pulls out. He softens, concern laced in his voice, “You okay, amor?”

“Yes,” you say weakly, “I promise, please. W-want more..” You open your mouth wide again, tongue positioned perfectly for him to slide back in. 

His eyes fall dark again and there’s that signature lopsided smirk. He guides himself back into you, completely, and his hand from your cheek glides down to wrap around your throat. “Shit, amor, you feel that?” He squeezes at the base of your throat. “I’m all the way fuckin’ in there, baby,” he says, falling back into a rough pace, feeling the outline of his dick glide in and out of your pathway. “You’re takin’ me so-” he lets out a pained grunt. He’s close. “-so fuckin’ good, shit, baby.”

Your throat constricts again, and that feeling is what sends him over. For the second time today, all of your senses are being consumed by everything Joel: his taste, his smell, his touch, the downright sinful sounds that grace your ears, and you take it all in, eagerly. Both hands release their hold on you as he pulls out of your mouth, and you’re quick to lean into his hips. His hand shoots back to the nape of your neck, pulling you back like a mother does to her puppy.

“You’re fuckin’ insatiable, you know that?” he says, out of breath, still trying to compose himself from the soul-sucking he just took from you. You give him a blissed out giggle, “You jus’ taste so yummy, daddy.”

“Yeah?” he asks, amused. “Well, so do you, babygirl, so it’s my turn now.”

Immediately your ears perk up and your body goes rigid. The thought of him giving you head with the flow you have right now doesn’t sit right with you. “Yellow,” you shakily whisper.

He lets go of the back of your neck and falls to his knees to match your eye level. “Oh, honey,” he cups your face, “Please tell me how to make it better. Do you wanna stop here, mi amor?”

Your body relaxes at his instant reaction. You’ve only ever had to use a safe-word with Joel twice. Today, included. And in each rare moment, he does what every caring partner and proper Dominant should: validate, comfort, and communicate. He has never given you any reason to be scared or feel disrespected. This is Joel we’re talking about here. You’re safe in his presence, always. The thought puts you at ease, but it also makes you feel a little ridiculous at using a safe word for something that could easily be communicated without it. 

“Wait, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you or anything, it’s something so tiny and stupid, I should’ve just communicated instead of going straight to the code-” you quickly start panicking as you ramble on, but he’s quicker. He pulls you off the couch and into his lap, holding you in a tight embrace, knowing the pressure is what helps pull you away from your panic attack. He’s muttering it’s okay, you’re okay and I’ve got ya, as he kisses the top of your head. As soon as he feels your body relax in his arms, he speaks. “Darlin’ girl, please look at me.” You do, teary-eyed.

“I completely forgot you were on your period. I was too in the moment, and I had a lapse in judgment in my words. I’m sorry. You should not be the one to apologize, ever, if you’re ever in an uncomfortable situation like this. The safe words are there for a reason, okay? Use them. They are there to keep you safe, always. Thank you for speakin’ up, my love.”

You nod your head at his words, too emotion-filled to respond with anything else right now. The only thing you can offer is a whisper of a “Thank you, I love you,” but that’s enough for him. 

He gives you a soft kiss to your lips. “How would you like to continue, beautiful girl?”

You think for a moment, and the way that his hand feels wrapped around you starts to make your arousal build again. All you can think of are his big, calloused hands all over you. In your mouth. On your thighs. In your warmth. Screw the bloody mess, he doesn’t care. You squirm at the thought, and he feels you falling back into your space again. His cock stirs beneath you. He tightens his grip on you to coax you out of your thoughts. “Fingers,” you squeak out, your cheeks flushing red instantaneously. He grins, but his eyes stay fixed on you, hinting at you for something more. Then, it clicks. “P-please, daddy, need your fingers in me,” you say, voice trembling with need. 

“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he says as he pulls your thighs around him and brings himself to full height. He leads you to his bed, setting you down on the edge with a kiss to your forehead and a quick one moment, sweetheart. 

He leaves to return back with a large bath towel and lays it across the center of his bed, dark blue to match his sheets. He situates pillows for your head and leaves a smaller one out, just in case. You feel his weight shift the bed, and he’s walking toward you on his knees. You lean into his touch the moment his hand makes contact at your lower back, and he’s guiding your shirt off of you. He takes that same arm, wrapping it around your waist, and leans down to situate the crook of your knees over his other arm. He’s carrying you up higher to the center of the bed, completely removing any opportunity for a thought to run through that head of yours. He wants you focused on nothing but the way he’s going to make you feel. 

Once you’re laying down on your back, he makes his way down, placing soft kisses on your belly and all over your thighs while he slides your bottoms down your legs. Once you’re completely bare, Joel situates himself in a way that he’s never done before. He lays next to you on his side, shoulder propping him up, so his hand is underneath your head and he’s still looking down at you. He grabs onto your thigh closest to him, and he hooks your leg atop of his, opening you up. 

The level of intimacy and vulnerability of the way you two are positioned against one another has your mind reeling, absolutely aching to be consumed by him. Joel is always sweet and soft with you, but this is completely on another level. It doesn’t feel motivated by a feral need to rip each other apart. The motivation lies in the pure need to feel. To feel you against him, consumed in the entirety of love and raw emotion. To feel him against you, filling you with a genuine intimacy and devotion you both know only he can provide you.

He brings his other hand up to gently cradle your face, and he leans in to slot his lips against yours, his tongue running along your bottom lip, swallowing the faintest of whimpers that slip from your throat. Your hand slides to the back of his neck, keeping him close, deepening your dance of lip and tongue. His hand drifts away from your face and takes his time to grasp and show attention to the rest of your body. 

He takes one of your breasts in his hand, massaging it with a care that causes your fingers to curl tighter in his hair. He shows the same attention to your other one, then flattens out his entire hand to run down your sternum and belly, positioning his hand on the pathway down for his middle and ring finger to be the first that make contact with your sex. 

And when it does, neither of you can hold back the groan that leaves your mouths. He’s too enamored by you to let his lips leave yours, but you have a feeling your filthy-mouthed man would make a comment about how wet you are for him. You know you’re right when he completely bypasses your clit and down to your entrance, eager to get his fingers covered in you, so he can spread it all over you. 

You pull away for a moment, both of you out of breath and pupils completely blown. “You see how good you make me feel, daddy?” His fingers reach your clit again. “I’m so fucking wet,” you moan out, “and it’s all because of you- all for you, daddy.”

“Baby, please,” he grits out, his fingers leaving your clit after a few more circles, dipping into your entrance with ease. “So fuckin’ good to me, but fuck, stop talking,” he breathes, hips involuntarily thrusting into you, “need you to soak my fingers first, amor.”

You shoot him a smile that gives him butterflies, and then you’re pulling him back in, needing to feel him everywhere he can possibly manage. 

The pace of his fingers are perfect, constantly hitting the spot that’ll get you there in no time with the heated sensation of lips. His hand behind your head moves down and wraps underneath your waist, pulling you in flush with his body. He needs to feel every part of you. Your leg closest to him—the one hooked around his leg—comes off of him, and now you two are completely laying on your sides, facing each other. 

His fingers leave you for a moment to hike your other leg up and around his waist, your pussy inches away from his center. His fingers find you once more, and the angle is impossibly deeper. You’re whining out now as you rock your hips against his hand. He knows you're close with the way your breath shakes. He reaches his thumb up to circle your clit, and you break away from his lips, throwing your head back at an instinct, exposing all your sweet spots for his mouth to reach. As his hands continue working you to the edge, he gives you the final push when he latches at the base of your neck where your shoulder meets, and he litters the area in wet kisses and painfully delicious bites. 

Oh, fuck, daddy, yes,” you moan out, your vision going white and your body going rigid. Your climax hits you so hard that you don’t realize his fingers left you, your thighs still convulsing and hurtling you through your high. You can faintly hear Joel, muttering his sweet whispers, as he always does. 

“Oh, fuck, that was so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

“You’re beautiful, yanno that?”

“I love you, my pretty girl,” he places a kiss right atop your heart.

Still, your mind is floating somewhere in narnia, so he understands when you don’t reply right away. You’re not even completely back from your orgasmic haze when he pulls his boxers completely off, throwing them somewhere in the room, and his aching cock is resting against your core. 

“Darlin’ girl,” he brings his hand up to guide your limpless head to look at him, “I need you to use your words f’ me, honey, please give me a color,” he says, the softest you have ever heard him. 

You give him the smallest smile back, but it’s so full of love and admiration. You’re lightly nodding your head yes, trying to will your vocal cords to respond. “G-gre..” you let out.

He stops you with a kiss, “Okay, honey, okay, that’s all I needed,” and another kiss, “Can I give my baby what she so desperately wants now?” 

The prospect of the sensation your body is about to go through because of him ignites a fire in you. It forces you to come back down from your haze, so you can register every second of him in his entirety. Your neck straightens and your eyes open fully, pupils blacker than he’s ever seen. “Yes, daddy, please give it to me,” you say with a neediness more than anything. His lip quirks up in a smirk. “What my baby wants, she gets,” and he’s pushing your hips into him as he pushes into you, his tip notching at your entrance. You hiss, reveling in the stretch he gives you regardless of how much he works you open. 

There’s a stigma with Dominants that they are always so calm and collected, always composed and never in a state of neediness and desperation like their submissive counterparts. However, that’s simply not true. In every please, in every whimper, in every cry; in every orgasm, in every act of brattiness, in each use of the honorific; in every demonstration of pure submission: there is a Dominant, willing themself not to give in and give their partner everything they need. There is a Dominant about to break because one more plea from the submissive’s mouth has them ready and willing to forgo every single plan they had for that particular scene. 

And that’s exactly what Joel does here. He had a plan for you, even after you used your yellow code, but with the way he’s wrapped around you tonight—you have the power. You’re calling the shots. He exists simply and solely for you and your pleasure. Nothing else matters. 

He bottoms out, and both his arms are wrapped around your waist, both of you completely aligned with one another. “How do you want me, baby?” 

“I don’t care,” your forehead falls into his, “I just need to feel you, please.”

With your words, he’s thrusting into you with a calculated intention. You needed to feel him, you said. So he pushes in not too fast but not too slow, and hard. He buries himself to the hilt every single time, and it’s like he put you in a trance. Your eyes softly shut, trying to stay open to look at him; your eyebrows are pulled together; and the only sounds falling from your mouth are moans and whimpers and sweet nothings only he’d be able to decipher with your babbling. You feel everything in this angle, with his rhythm. You feel every vein, every ridge, you feel his tip kissing every sweet spot inside of you while simultaneously stealing the oxygen from your lungs. He feels so fucking good. Your leg hooked around his waist squeezes tighter on instinct, and he groans at the feeling. Seeing you completely desperate and at his disposal nearly finishes him right then and there. 

Your hand is at its usual spot for tonight, wrapped tightly in the curls at the base of his neck. You're meeting his thrusts now, and it heightens the sensation tenfold. Both your breaths are hot and heavy, mingling into the thick air of Joel’s bedroom. You’re nearly at the edge again, you both are, but you need a little more of a push. “Baby, t-touch me, please,” you say with more breath than your actual voice. He sounds absolutely pained, “I got’cha, baby, I got’cha.” His hand leaves your waist, the other tightening around you to compensate for its absence, and his fingers are back on your bundle of nerves, circling at the same rhythm that he’s pulling in and out of you. 

A gasp leaves your throat, and every part of you that’s wrapped around him pulls him in impossibly tighter, “fuck, just like that, fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop,” you ramble on in an almost incoherent whine. You can feel your words and sounds spurring him on as his cock twitches inside of you. He’s close, too. Then it clicks, you realize what you meant earlier when you said you needed to feel him first.

His fingers speed up and so do his hips. “C’mon, darlin’, such a good fuckin’ girl, give it to me, soak my fuckin’ cock,” he grunts out, now chasing his own release. 

Not stopping your movements, you unravel your arms from him and you push down on his chest, pushing him onto his back. You’re on top of him now, your movements only faltering momentarily as you situated yourself to straddle him. You grab both his arms, the one working your clit and the other on your waist, and you bring them up above his head. You pin them there with your own hand, your body leaning over him and adding to the momentum as you bounce on him. “No,” you say, almost a growl, “Need you inside me first,” sucking his bottom lip. 

He fucking whines. “Need you inside me first, then I’ll give you what you’re looking for.” You switch off into a grind of your hips, moving back and forth as the feel of his pubic hairs rub against your clit causing your pussy to flutter on him. He feels it and his hands flex to move from your grip. Your hold on him tightens. You have the power. You lean down, licking a pathway up his neck and making your way near his ear. You whisper, “Stuff me full of you, daddy, and I’ll fucking soak you, I promise.”

“Fuck!” He growls as your hips speed up, and now he’s the one seeing stars. His face and neck flush into a bright red as he floods you with his release. And as if right on queue, the warmth and the feeling of him in you and seeping out of you is what finishes you. The constant stimulation on your clit from his pubic bone along with the angle his dick continues to prod at, you’re creaming and soaking him, just like he wanted. His thighs and even the area below his belly are drenched with the mixture of your guys’ fluids, and he can’t help but gawk at the scene before him. 

You are completely surrounded by the product of your two’s arousal (plus a bit of blood, but he doesn’t care), you continuing slow grinds as you work yourself through your orgasm, and the way that your head is thrown back in pure bliss—he’s entranced by it all. His cock is nearing the line of painful overstimulation with you still on him, but he really can’t find himself caring enough to get your attention. 

He thought he would never be into giving up his dominance, his yearn for control. But now that you’ve given him a taste at what you’re capable of, fuck, he feels downright insane if he didn’t want more of it. 

You realize he may not be used to the oversensitivity as much as you may be trained for, so you bring yourself to a halt and slowly slip off of him. You bring your eyes to meet his, and you can’t help the giggle that leaves your mouth, seeing the goofy, blissed out grin on his face as he looks at you. You lean towards his head and give him a sweet kiss to his lips and his nose, and you softly tell him that you’ll be right back but to stay here with a slightly more demanding tone. 

You quickly go pee in his en suite bathroom and wipe your bottom half down. You grab a pair of his boxers he leaves for emergencies under the sink (you let out a little chuckle at the fact), and grab a pad from the box he also leaves under the sink, for you, and stick it onto his underwear before shimmying it up on you. You grab another washcloth and soak it in warm water and walk back to the bed. You sit yourself up next to him and start wiping him down. As soon as you finish, you try your best and throw the washcloth, aiming for the sink of the bathroom, but you fail, miserably. It lands with a wet plop on the side of the toilet, centimeters away from landing in the toilet’s bowl. “Eh, that’s good enough,” you say to no one in particular as you nudge him to bring his hips up so you can take the towel out that he placed earlier to catch any of your blood drippings. You place it in the hamper, then you bring yourself to lay back down, cuddling into Joel. 

He turns so you both are facing each other again. His head propped up on his hand. His other hand runs up and down everywhere he can reach. 

“W-was what I did at the end there… was that okay?” you ask meekly as you slowly bring your eyes up to his. 

He lets out a hearty laugh, shoulders shaking. You weren’t expecting that kind of reaction. “Honestly,” he says as his fingers come to a stop and he just lets his arm wrap around you lazily. “I was really shocked when you flipped me over, but then,” he pauses for a second. Really just to spur you on more than anything. “I was so fuckin’ turned on and achin’ for you. I’d just about let you do anythin’ to me if you treat me like that, darlin’,” he says as he leans down to place a kiss to your lips. 

He pulls back and your gaze is away from him and your cheeks are as red as he was earlier. A shy smile paints your face. He brings his fingers up to your chin, “Oh, come on now, no point in gettin’ all shy on me now is there, my dirty girl?”

You give him the best reprimanding face you can muster (which he finds beyond adorable), and you parrot a common phrase he uses with you when you’re a brat, “Watch it, big boy.”

He laughs at your antics, but you see his cock twitch at the pet name. Your eyebrows shoot up. “Joel!” you say, actually reprimanding him this time, but you genuinely don’t know what for. 

His hand shoots to cover his mouth, an attempt at stopping his burst of laughter at your reaction. He lets go of his mouth after a moment and pulls you closer to him. He places kisses all over your face while you both giggle and let yourselves fall from your high together. 

He abruptly stops his kisses to look at you. He doesn’t say a word. “Yes?” you ask, curious of that mind of his. 

“Ya know how much I love you, right?” he asks, genuinely. 

“I think I’ve got a pretty good hint, baby.” 

“Good,” he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“And I love you so much, you do know that, right?” you offer as you bury yourself into his chest, inhaling his musk mingled the faint aroma of you.

He repeats your response back to you. You smile in his chest. It’s you who places a kiss atop his heart this time. 

You both stay wrapped up in each other for a few more hours before your tummy begins yelling at you for sustenance. Though, until that happens, you two lie in each other’s arms, wondering what you did to deserve such an all-consuming, raw and genuine love. 

Your mother was right. You really were the brightest flower in the garden, and it was all because of your big, macho man, who was actually as soft and cuddly as the clouds that bring water for the garden. Ever since he entered your life, he made sure those clouds poured all their attention on you. Giving you all the water and nutrients, all the love and care that you would ever need. 

Forever. 

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[cottonlemonade]

A Simpler Life [Part 1]

word count: 1585 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.

When you decided on a clean break and moved to the little country home, you finally got your long harbored wish of a manageable veggie patch as well as a few fruit planters, breathing clear fresh air that the city life had you only dream about for so many years. At first, of course, the people were suspicious of the newcomer - the foreigner-city girl who came to their part of Hyogo with no clear intention but when you greeted each of them warmly around town and offered an open door if anyone ever needed help, they soon treated you as one of their own. The grandmothers of the neighborhood quickly kept an eye out for any eligible bachelors because “it‘d be such a shame if a pretty girl like ya would be all lonesome in that house of yers“ but while grateful for their concern, you were happy on your own.

Although, that didn‘t stop you from falling for your neighbor as soon as you met him.

Your first impression of Kita was that he was polite, caring and warm but maybe a bit shy. He bowed his head with a smile when he passed by your front yard in the evening heading to his house, looking exhausted but satisfied. You wondered if he lived alone, too, because no one else seemed to be going in or out of the modest traditional nouka.

You were privately looking forward to the evenings when you could catch a glimpse of him and bask even for just a second in the sunshine of his smile.

This went on for a week or so of you two simply exchanging nods, waves and smiles until, “Good evenin‘.“, he greeted.

The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. You were tending to your garden, having opted to weed in the milder evening rather than the afternoon sun. A straw hat on your head, muscles already straining from the unfamiliar work, you straightened, trying to suppress a groan. “And to you.“, you replied, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smearing some soil on your skin in the process.

“It‘s really comin‘ together.“, he noted and nodded towards the healthy green surrounding your ankles.

Don‘t blush, you told yourself. “Thank you.“, you beamed, “I am worried about my tomatoes, though. They look a bit peaked.“

You pointed to some sad little plants on the end of your veggie patch.

With professional eyes he wandered along the fence to inspect them.

“Oh, yea, they might have had a bit too much sun and not enough water. Don‘t worry, happens to all of us.“, he smiled, “I have some extra starters in my greenhouse. Ya can have a couple if ya like. I always grow more in case bugs get to ‘em.“

“Oh, really?“

“Sure, come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up.“

“Thank you so much!“

“What else have ya got here?“, he now leaned on the fence post, examining the rest of the plants. You listed the few you had.

“Ya might wanna add sugar snap peas. They‘re easy to grow and the yield is really good.“

“Noted! But I might have to wait until next season, I don‘t think I have enough space for any more.“

“Ya can grow ‘em nicely in planters. I can build ya one. It‘s not difficult.“

Your heart did a little jump. “Are you sure it‘s not too much trouble?“

“Neighbors gotta stick together, right?“, he grinned and stood back up, “I‘mma let ya get back to it.“ and he made to leave.

“W-wait!“

He turned back to you.

“One of the grannies in town gave me a bunch of fresh greens and tofu today. My fridge doesn‘t work yet so I‘m worried it’ll go bad. Would you like to join me for dinner?“

He blinked. For a moment you weren‘t sure if you hadn‘t been too forward but then Kita nodded and walked around the fence to your gate. Oh my, somehow the fence had underplayed his handsomeness. As he stood right in front of you, arms tan and taut with lean muscles from a day‘s work and a towel tied around his neck you forgot to talk for a second.

“This way.“, you gestured to the front door.

“Don‘t ya wanna finish up weedin’ first?“

“But…“

“I‘ll help ya.“

“But…“

And he got to work. Of course, his practiced hands got the job done so much faster than you and where you had only managed a fourth of the patch he finished up the rest in no time.

Kita knelt on a seating pillow you had laid out around your coffee table, patiently waiting for you to plate up the hearty stew alongside some grilled tofu and rice. You figured he must be starving after all that hard manual labor. But to your surprise he ate slowly, chewed carefully and seemed to savor the taste.

“It‘s delicious.“, he said and let out a small content sigh, “I usually don‘t have much energy to cook in the evenin’s. This is great, thank ya.“

So he did live alone. How the masses of overzealous grandmothers in town hadn‘t flocked together to feed this man yet was a mystery to you.

In all honesty, Kita didn‘t agree with the people in town who said you were “pretty“. “Pretty“ didn‘t do you justice. He thought you were breathtaking. Because that‘s how he felt when he talked to you for the first time. Like his breath was stuck somewhere in his throat. Your genuine smile when he complimented your cooking now had a permanent place in his mind - framed it hung at the very top where he could always admire it throughout his day. Where his thoughts were usually busy with plans for the following morning or simply quiet, while his hands moved automatically through the water in the fields, they were now interlaced with you. Your twinkling eyes when he told you he would build you a planter, your cute protests when he offered to help you weed that tiny little veggie patch as if it was the most daunting task ever encountered and your voice, bright and lively as you told him about yourself upon his request. His grandmother had told him many stories growing up, about right and wrong, patience, kindness and fate. She told him when two people were meant for each other, their souls would recognize it and be drawn to the other by some unseen force. Back then, young Kita wasn‘t exactly sure what to make of it. It sounded very fantastical and without any data to back it up he thought it was another one of his grandmother‘s folktales. Now he wasn‘t so sure anymore because you were his first and last thought of the day.

He doubted that someone as beautiful and worldly as you would consider him as a match but he was merely glad to know he could be of help and make your life a little easier. After dinner the previous night he had told you he had some business in the city the next day and you could please wait for him at his place in the afternoon to collect your promised tomato starters. He had spent the morning making sure the little plants were in top shape, selecting the very best of the bunch. He was eager to get back home but as per usual, city traffic had other ideas.

Every couple of seconds he glanced at the clock on the truck‘s dashboard, hoping he didn‘t make you wait too long.

When he finally pulled into his driveway he spotted you sitting on his porch, his black and white dog lounging in your lap, getting his ears massaged.

A bundle lay next to you.

The dog‘s tail thwacked on the wooden porch as he approached.

“Ya look comfortable.“ He had meant it to his (guard) dog but somehow it seemed like your full cheeks got a bit of color.

“I hope I haven't kept ya waitin‘.“

“It‘s fine.“, you said simply, “I had great company.“ You petted the dog's head again who let out a happy huff.

Kita grinned and looked towards one of his greenhouses. “I‘ll go grab the tomatoes.“

You were brushing some dog hairs off your pants when he returned. Without meaning to, he searched your hands for an indication of a wedding band but shook his head when he caught himself.

He held out the tray with the starters.

“Thank you so much! They look great. And here.“, you bent down to exchange the tray for the bundle, “Since you said you wouldn‘t accept any money for them I made you dinner instead.“

His eyes widened. “Ya didn‘t have to.“

You shrugged. “I know, but it wouldn‘t feel right otherwise. And it‘s not like it‘s even close to an equal trade once these start producing.“

He was a little disappointed. After all, he had practiced inviting you to have dinner with him his entire drive back, but having more of your cooking was the next best thing, he supposed.

The following morning you found the bundle neatly wrapped on your doorstep, the large square bento box inside had been thoroughly cleaned and a note replaced the food “It was really delicious. Thank you very much. - Kita“.

Your heart stumbled when you stared at the neatly written words and grinning so hard your cheeks started to hurt, you pinned it to a little cork board next to the door.

a/n: thank you so much to @makkir0ll for helping me hatch this ostrich-sized brain egg 🌟🫶🏻

art: coloring done by @keiko-chan

[part 2]

[thatcupidgirl]

Eat Like Elena Gilbert!

Elena takes a healthy yet filling approach to all her meals! she has been seen eating breakfast, lunch, dinner & a snack! she loves coffee & tea.

breakfast ~

bran flakes & yogurt!

or

pancakes & hot black coffee!

whenever elena is seen eating breakfast she is either eating cereal or pancakes/waffles & she is also seen making early morning coffee <3

lunch ~

veggie burger w/ fries & tea

or

ham/turkey sandwich w/ a to-go coffee <3

elena often eats burgers & loves her coffee/tea!

dinner ~

chicken parm!!! (this is one of elena's favorite meals) w/ wine (or a berry flavored juice if you can't/don't drink!!)

or

chili w/ salad (her family recipe !!!)

She usually ends the night with ice cream/pie with her friends or tea with her family!

let me know if you want anymore "eat-like" posts with other fictional characters !!!!

[fairlyang]

Feelings 🕷️

miguel contemplating his feelings for you

w/c: 1.9K

pairing: grumpy!miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: more fluff than smut, slowly opening up, miguels pov, catching feels fast, his friends notice, 18+ smut. small bit of smut at the end, his thoughts get dirtier, cums by hearing your voice

part two

miguel o'hara who didn't believe in love at first sight or soulmates until the day you clumsily bumped into him on your first day at HQ and you looked up at him

"oh god- I'm so sorry!!!" you said nervously looking up at the man who you instantly realized was the boss of this place based on the description gwen was giving you earlier.

"You're fine, don't worry about it." he said waving you off which confused gwen and hobie who were watching from afar

miguel o'hara who was never upfront about his feelings or even wanting to open up to you but you were just so sweet and didn't bug him like everyone else

"Did you eat today Miguel? Drink enough water?" You'd ask kindly, really wanting to make a good first impression on your new boss on your first week.

"Yeah- yeah I did Y/n" he'd say and let out a sigh unsure on if he should continue having small convos like these with you

miguel o'hara who didn't exactly kick you out of his office when you'd wander in often after your first month at the spider society

"Hey Miguel!" you waltzed in with your usual cheery voice and wide grin

"hey" he mumbled after checking over some reports from other spider people before turning to look at you

"I brought you some chile rojo! Pues es asado, como dice mi mamá pero es lo mismo!" you say and present him a small tupperware of the food you had made for dinner last night

he eyes the container then looks up at you, your eyes not looking like you were fucking with him. He stands up and reaches for it, you gladly pass it to him and he quickly opens it. The instant smell of seasonings and of course, the guajillo chili filling his nostrils. He lets out a chuckle and gives you a small smile, "thank you"

miguel o'hara who told peter b parker that he wasn't interested in you but then when peter asked what he'd do if he saw someone asking you out on a date he couldn't exactly hide the vein on his neck from popping out or the way his fangs appeared

"well if you weren't interested then why is your-"

"fuck off" miguel snarled making peter shake his head and shrug

"hey- not like it'd be a bad thing." peter mumbled before walking out of his office leaving miguel alone with his thoughts

miguel o'hara who was eventually letting himself laugh at your stupid jokes as well as really start to pay attention to your stories about your day

"so then our professor told him to get the fuck out before he called security to grab him and kick him out." you explained talking about another mischievous student in one of your lectures. He just scoffed and shook his head while looking at files on his screens

miguel o'hara who started asking you questions about your parents and friends back at your earth, then listening to you very attentively

"how are your parents doing?" he asked and you smiled and leaned against his desk as he looked up at you from his seat

"they're good, they just planted some new veggies in their backyard!" you say excitedly and he just chuckled and nodded before you rambled on about their garden

miguel o'hara who slowly felt himself smiling and laughing along with you when you'd be in his office when you weren't off catching anomalies, now two months after you joined

"so you mean to tell me-"

"Yes!"

"Your brother just thought he'd get his way-"

"And it's not the first time!" you say and bite your lip fighting the urge to burst out laughing

he couldn't contain himself and let out fits of laughter, his smile being very visible making you grin

miguel o'hara who had a shocked face when you told him you'd made a new and improved version of his serum, just for him, and feeling incredibly impressed with your skills in the lab

"You made this-"

"Well I had some help from lyla with a few components but i've worked in a lab before and put together a list then made it to help you out a bit." you said with a small smile and held the vial up to him, not precisely saying it was for the slight anger issues he's been having lately

he looked at it, dumbfounded at the nice act but then he took it gently from your hands and smiled, "thank you... I appreciate it." he said and felt his heart race as you gave him a smile back

miguel o'hara who couldn't help but ask lyla to help him make a new suit for you (that was like his), which made her tease him for the entire duration of the conversation. she left him a flustered and stuttering mess, saying he just wanted to return the nice favor.

lyla popped up next to his face and narrowed her eyes at him making him grumble, "you're delusional."

lyla just responded with a sassy "sureeeee."

"Just help me with this-" he groaned and rolled his eyes

"And don't tell anybody about this!" he said quickly and she mocks him before disappearing out of thin air

miguel o'hara who couldn't help his heart from nearly exploding out of his chest after seeing your reaction to your new suit

you gasped and your eyes had widened at the new suit, almost identical design as your old one, same colors and everything but it just looked so much better. "Miguel-"

you stop and walk up to it and feel the sleeve softly, almost afraid you'd break something so pretty. "I- uh- wanted to thank you. for the serum." he said standing off to the side, feeling his heart race yet again

"you didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." he cuts in and you look to the side and look up at him.

"thank you." you say looking into his eyes as you walk up wrapping your arms behind his neck, giving him a hug

he nearly froze but then once he felt your head pressed against his chest he couldn't help but hug you back. "it's no problem." he whispered shakily, as he gently wraps his arms around your small figure

miguel o'hara who was beginning to be in denial about his feelings and wanted to talk about it with someone but not wanting it to get back to you

"I just- every time I see her- no- every time she's near-" he tried to say and just sighs, sinking into the couch shaking his head in disbelief

"God I didn't think I'd feel this way towards her-" he says and lets out another sigh

he heard little giggles and felt some weight on his head, "you're probably suggesting I let her know huh?" he says as mayday climbs down from his head and onto his shoulder then plops down onto his lap

she looks up at him with a toothy grin and points to him and lets out more giggles. "yeah I probably should." he whispers and holds out his hand to her which she gladly takes and begins twiddling with his fingers

miguel o'hara who nearly slipped up when ranting to himself not knowing you walked in

"le debo de decir- no- no... it'd ruin everything-" he muttered and shook his head, unknowing that you just walked in (I should tell her)

you furrow your brows as you walk closer to his platform, wanting to hear what he was going on about. "I just can't help it-"

"help what?" you butted it and he felt his heart sink and instantly cleared his throat

"nothing don't worry about it.”

"But-"

"I said don't worry about it." he says sternly, almost sounding mad which made you jump a bit considering he's never shown you any type of hostility or raised his voice at you

"I'm sorry- I just- don't worry about it." he apologizes calmly, not meaning to startle you

you gulp and nod, sitting up on his desk and looking up at him. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah- yeah I will be don't worry." he whispers and you nod, wanting to believe him

miguel o'hara who was losing his mind and unable to get you out of his head, the younger spiders instantly noticing there was something up in his behavior

"you sure you're good?" gwen asked looking at miguel suspiciously

"yes I'm fine-"

"then how come you have googly eyes whenever you're near y/n?" hobie cuts in with a smirk on his face as miguel's eyes widen

"Ah and 'ere's all the confirmation." hobie teased making miguel groan

"don't say a word." he threatens looking at them both

"alright big man we won't." hobie says giving him a wink while gwen just laughs

miguel o'hara who really couldn't keep it together anymore and his mind was going to other places

he really didn't know when his brain made a switch to thinking of taking you out on a first date and giving you flowers or even helping you catch an anomaly one day to just thinking of him slamming into you while you were underneath him whimpering for him

how badly he wanted to slip inside you and see the face you'd make once you felt him in your entrance, and also the face you'd make when he slowly slipped inside you, knowing full well you'd be tight

he couldn't help thinking of the sweet noises that'd leave your mouth or how he'd leave you breathless and tired or even how much of a cockdrunk girl he'd leave you, knowing he'd have you begging for more

miguel o'hara who now began to lock his office door to not have you accidentally stumble upon him stroking himself

he groaned and laid his head back against the couch as he stroked himself with both hands, precum dripping down his shaft, as he imagined it were your hands stroking his cock for him

he let out a handful of moans as he thrusted into his hands, feeling his orgasm approach just when he was getting an incoming call from his watch

he bite his lip and his eyes widen as he saw it was you. he hesitantly answered and gulped down a moan, "h-hey- what's up?" he breaths out, the grip on his cock being a bit tighter as he slowed down his pace not wanting you to hear

"hey I wanted to drop off a report but saw you have your door locked-"

"oh- uh yeah-" he says and bites his lips to hide a moan as he continued stroking himself, your voice helping him out a lot

"I- just leave it ou- outside the door for me please-" he said breathless and closes his eyes, feeling sweat beads form on his forehead

"alright sounds good! I'll catch ya later Miguelito." you say, oh so sweetly and hang up

he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips up, his cum shooting up to his stomach and legs. he sat there shaking his head, shocked he came just from hearing that nickname from you

miguel o'hara who was coming up with a plan with unexpected company to help him reveal his true feelings for you

"Hold on you want us to convince y/n that we're pranking you, but really it's a prank on her?" gwen repeats and he nods

"Alright say less." miles says and sets out a fake evil laugh

"You guys are gonna do this my way-"

"Yeah yeah just tell us what we need to do" gwen says and leans in as miguel quickly begins to explain his master plan

[skinnyhoneyy]

Supper-337cals - 53g protein

This recipe takes about 30 mins. It’s a huge portion and so filling, I couldn’t even finish it all, I ate about half and saved the rest for tomorrow. Also it tastes absolutely amazing! My boyfriend loved it as well, and he usually hates “diet food.”

Just because you’re on a diet doesn’t mean your food has to be boring or bland!

Recipe below ⬇️

Cheesy pasta w/ grilled chicken & veg - 337cal

Sauce - 110cal

0% cottage cheese 75g - 60c

Lactose free cream cheese 15g - 50c

Mustard 5g - 0c

Kernels white cheddar seasoning - 1.5 tbsp - 0c

Water 30g - 0c

Salt to taste - 0c

Pepper to taste - 0c

Garlic powder to taste - 0c

Mix everything well in a blender until nice and creamy, if it’s still chunky or too thick, add a touch more water and blend again. Set aside for now.

Chicken & Veg- 202cal

Chicken breast 150g - 180c

Salt to taste - 0c

Pepper to taste - 0c

Garlic powder to taste - 0c

Smoked paprika to taste - 0c

Baby spinach 50g - 12c

Broccoli florets 42g - 10c

Preheat frying pan on medium-high heat.

Cut chicken breast into small pieces, and add to a bowl. Add seasonings to taste (I add lots lol.) Add seasoned chicken to hot pan and get a little color & crisp on the outside, then turn heat down to medium-low, let cook while you prep your veg.

Once chicken is cooked through, turn heat down to low, add veggies, and a splash of water into pan with chicken and cover with a lid. Cook until spinach is wilted and broccoli are cooked how you like them (I like mine with a bit of crunch still.)

Once chicken and veg are done, you can either transfer them to a bowl or get another pan…

Pasta - 25cal!!!

Nu pasta fettuccine 1 package - 25c

Drain pasta and rinse well. Add pasta into pre heated frying pan and cook for 3-5 mins. Then add your chicken & veg mixture, and your sauce into pan. Let simmer for a few minutes.

enjoy!! Let me know if you try this out!

[clovers-little-starlings]

Baby Steps: Drinking Water!

This is the first installment in a series of posts I'd like to do expanding on some of the things I've talked about here (which- blew up by the way??? thank you all so much??? <3) and here!

Long intro/backstory to this post series below!!

I often tend to immediately tense up at the thought of handling a big upcoming project or tackling something I've procrastinated on or neglected to do, even adding things to my daily routine like brushing my teeth or wearing my retainer- even drinking water, since I've spent a majority of my time in my room just sitting, over the past few years.

I know I have different little posts 'n' such that talk about these things already, but I want to expand on things and get a little more in-depth on advice and things that have worked for me and helped me out!

This series is separate from everything else, though I'll probably list more things in other "regression activity lists" or scenes- You might see some of the same content in multiple posts, is what I'm trying to say- but I do that because different things work for different people, and I know regression in particular isn't all sunshine and rainbows for everyone. I want to try to appeal to a wider audience and learn more from the community, be a bigger part of the community so I can help people out, because that's something I enjoy.

My regression in particular is voluntary and solely for stress-relief, so to me, I kinda feel like I only know surface-level things about it, although I've been doing my research.

There may not be that much to it anyhow, I just-

I just wanna help people as best I can, I think. ^^; Which is why I'm so intent on interaction and explaining that I don't know everything but that I want to learn, so that I can help y'all out.

Anyway!!

★ This will probably be a repeat bullet point in this series, but if you have a device that can set alarms, maybe a timer of some sort- any kind of time-keeping device that dings in certain intervals, I'd recommend using it.

Alarms on your phone, timers, any little reminders you can make to help you with the things you struggle with, if you're like me and stuck sitting a lot or don't do much during the day (or are the complete opposite and do so much during the day) that you tend to neglect taking care of yourself.

★ Fill up or grab a water bottle whenever you start your day or are about to do something, and keep it with you! This way if you do end up thirsty, you don't have to stop what you're doing and worry about getting water, you'll already have it on you!

When it gets empty, that's what you've got your reminders for! Maybe every half hour or so to check how much water you've got and if you need to refill, or maybe make something as a reminder once the bottle's empty to refill, just so you've still got water and don't have to go back and forth to fill up a cup so often.

★ You could also put ice or fruit in your water! Different shapes or sizes, and whatever fruit (or veggie? I've heard cucumbers taste good!) you want if that sounds yummy! I like my water with lemon sometimes. -w-

I'm not recommending any sort of flavoring or those Cirkul water bottles with the flavor pods because I'm not sure how healthy or reliable they are, or how much sugar they have, stuff like that. If anyone has any info on those sorts of things they use and would recommend, please feel free to share!

Edit: Check the notes, we've got insight! Thank you to everyone for their input!! :3

★ You can customize your water bottle, sippy, bottle, bowl (for the pets!) with whatever you want! Maybe stickers, maybe a straw, you could get one with your favorite characters on it- make it fit and customizable so it works for you, have fun decorating it and make it something appealing to the eye so it might get you to take a sip!

If you have any other tips, feel free to share! ^w^

Know that I'll always be here for you if you need me, and I'm very proud of you for trying!

"Fluttershy protects this blog! SFW interaction only, please and thank you! ^w^"

"Wouldn't show a kid? Doesn't belong here!"

[adviceformefromme]

Hi! Thank you for the health advice! I would love to quit or significantly reduce carbs, I also feel like it's heavy on my body, but so many meals revolve around grains (sourdough bread mostly) and I guess there's a craving aspect to it too... Could you give advice on what you're eating instead?? I have lots of eggs, fish, occasional meat, plenty of fruit, just enough veg haha but i find it hard to imagine going without carbs (or grains more specifically cos I have no prob with vege carbs). Especially in winter 😋 Thank you for any help 🙏🙏

I feel like society has normalised feeling heavy and lethargic after meals, but its amazing you have noticed this and want to change!

You may want to cut carbs gradually (no starches - breads, grains, rice, pasta, potatoes).

I would recommend looking into GI index to see what foods are high glucose, following Hormone Balancing recipes, juices etc (usually very low carb and support women's health). Listening to podcasts on microbiome, or even a tiktok search.

Introducing pre/ probiotics: I make sauerkraut (which is basically cabbage / onions in water and salt left to ferment for a few days - lots of variations on this), also just made my first batch of Kefir (I stay away from store bought Kefir as its pasturised and all the good stuff has been killed off during this process). I mention these as a healthy gut is going to support you as you remove carbs and introduce more wholesome foods.

Breakfasts:

Omlette (spinach / onion / parsley )

Scrambled eggs w/ coconut oil

Buckwheat porridge w/ blueberries (buckwheat is a seed not a grain so low glucose index)

Avocado salad (seeds, olives, rocket, tomatoes, cucumber) +tahini

Snacks:

Nuts, olives, blueberries, blackberries, watermelon

Main meals:

Veg + Protein (Broccli, kale, butternut squash, courgette, carrots, asparagus, cabagge, peppers). I do different variations of veg to mix things up, sometimes i do Chinese style stir fry, I try to add garlic and ginger as much as possible into the veg. Protein is usually grass fed steak, whole fish - seabream, sea bass, mackerel, cod fillet, wild salmon fillet, or turkey breast fillet. I make chimichurri sauce to add some extra flavour to the fish.

Protein + lentil / chicpeas dish. I have a stew a few days a week to break up the veggies because they do get boring after a while.

Bone broth. I boil the bones, and have as a little side dish with veggies but this isn't really filling enough for a main meal.

I make beetroot juice, and also watermelon juice, tumeric + ginger shots throughout the week. I try to throw in flaxseed and chia seeds where possible.

I cut coffee/ decaf all that and now only drinking fresh mint tea, slice of lemon + hot water, fresh juices (within the hour of making), and water ensuring 2l per day.

Number one thing that had to go was oats. So if you are having a morning crash I suggest cutting the carbs first thing. I know there are suggestions (glucose goddess) that fat with carbs or when you eat them (having carbs after veg can help) but personally i think its best to cut them.

I hope this helps! Its a full lifestyle change that has honestly helped so much! It's a commitments, but investing in feeling good and your health will make you feel so good and wholesome! xoxoxo

*I used the free 1 month trial of MyFitnessPal app to track my calories/ meals to ensure I was getting enough food - for some this might be extreme but super helpful to see what’s going on.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 5 - Away

In which Eloise had grown so used to seeing Spencer almost every day, she misses him when he’s away on a case.

Warnings: a crying toddler, fluff, a little sadness, Spencer low key being a dad—

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Y/N twirled around the kitchen with Eloise in her arms as music played through the apartment. She was cooking dinner for Spencer that night and Eloise was “helping”. Really, she was just stirring the pot of noodles every time her mother brought her over to it.

As she was trying to open the jar of pasta sauce her phone rang from the living room. She gasped and her eyes lit up. She assumed it was Spencer, he always called her when he was on his way over.

She set Eloise on the ground. “Can you go get my phone, baby?” She asked, kissing her cheek.

The little girl started clapping as she ran into the living room to do as she was asked. Moments later, she scurried into the kitchen holding her mother’s phone above her head.

Sure enough, it was Spencer’s contact photo. He had his tongue sticking out and his eyes squeezed closed tightly.

She licked the sauce off her finger and took her phone from Eloise, picking her up and putting her on the counter next to all the veggies in a bowl. “Thanks, Eloisey.” She kissed the girls cheeks and pressed the green button on her screen.

“Hey, Spence! You’re on speaker.” She told him, setting her phone down on the edge of the sink.

“Hi, baby. Is my Eloisey Cheesy there too?” He asked. She could hear a difference in his voice.

Y/N smiled, pinching the girl’s cheek and handing her a bowl of chopped carrots for her to snack on and wait for dinner to be done. “Of course! Always right next to me.” She winked at Eloise and the girl giggled. “On you on your way here? Dinner’s close to done.” She told him.

She heard a sigh on the other end and bit her lip.

“That’s what I was calling about…” He trailed off. “I’m gonna be gone on a case for a while.” He spoke quietly. Y/N’s face fell.

She ducked in a breath. “Oh.” She nodded.

Spencer’s voice was quiet on the other end. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.” He said. “It’s estimated to take about a week and a half so I won’t be able to see guys.” His voice was sad. Y/N could tell Eloise didn’t understand what was going on by the cute little look on her face.

Y/N nodded. “O-okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll see you when you get back.” She spoke quickly. She didn’t know why she felt so… scared. There was something just gnawing at her heart.

“Y/N…” He spoke, hearing how dismissive she sounded.

She sighed. “I know, Spence. I understand, just be safe, okay?”

“Can I talk to Eloise?” He asked. He seemed nervous for the answer.

Y/N looked at the girl who perked up at the sound of her name. “Of course you can! Eloisey, guess who wants to talk to you?”

“Spenther!?” She squealed. Y/N giggled and slid the phone closer to her. “Hewwwooo?” She spoke loudly.

“Eloisey, hi!” He spoke enthusiastically. The girl laughed at the nickname. “I Jaír wanted to let you know that I won’t be by your house to play with you for a while.”

Her lip quivered and her eyebrows furrowed. “W-why you not gunna pway with me, Spenther?” He eyes filled with tears and Y/N rubbed her thumb across the smoothness of her cheek.

Spencer cleared his throat. “I have to go catch some bad guys and it might take a while. But when I’m back, I promise I’ll play food with you for a long as you want.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. “Are you a thuper hewo?” Eloise asked.

Spencer chuckled but before he could tell her, Y/N interrupted. “Yes. Spencer is a superhero. He’s the best one!”

Eloise giggled and clapped. “Then I don’ wanna pway food wif you. I wanna pway thuper hewos.” She told Spencer.

He sighed and U/N could tell he was smiling. “Okay, Eloisey. I’ll call you and mommy tomorrow but I have to go now, okay?”

“We miss you, Spence!” Y/N called out over Eloise’s sad whimpering.

“I miss you guys too—“

“Reid who are you talking to?”

“Uh no—“

The phone was hung up and Y/N sighed looking at her daughter. She held out her pinky finger and smiled. “Looks like it’s just you and me this week, kiddo.”

“Jus’ you an’ me?” Eloise repeated.

Y/N nodded and smiled sadly. “How it used to be.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Day one without seeing Spencer was… difficult.

“Eloise, I said no more candy. Please put it back.” Y/N stood behind the couch watching her daughter hold a piece of licorice to her lips.

“Spenther let’s me eat candy before dinner!” The girl cried. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Eloise, put. It. Down.” She nodded. “Or you won’t get any candy at all.”

The girl held eye contact with her mom before making an annoyed noise and throwing the candy on the floor and storming past her.

Y/N groaned loudly and pulled her phone from her pocket.

To: Spence<3

It’s official. You’ve spoiled my demon baby.

She tossed her phone on the couch and went back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

When dinner was done, Eloise sat in her pink chair with a scowl on her face. “Mommy.” She spoke quietly.

“Yes, baby?” She replied, chewing on her veggies.

“I want to pway.” She stated.

Y/N sighed. “I know baby. Finish eating first and then we can go play.”

The girl whined through the rest of dinner and barely ate any of her Mac and cheese to be dramatic.

They played store and Eloise pretended to be a mean “checker outer lady” and not let Y/N buy anything all because she was mad.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer call Eloise and Y/N days later. It was almost time for the girl to go to bed and he knew that.

He heard Eloise sobbing in the background and tilted his head into the phone. “Is she okay?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “Uh… she misses you.” The woman nodded. “And she won’t let me read any books to her because she says that’s your job.” She told him.

Spencer nodded. “I could read her a story.”

She laughed. “How? You don’t have any of her favorite books with you.”

The man shrugged. “I have an eidetic memory, babe. I’m sure I can remember Pete The Cat.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’ll put you on speaker.” She shuffled around and sat on the edge of Eloise’s bed. “Okay, baby. Spencer is gonna read you a bedtime story, okay?”

The girl wiped her tears with her tiny fists and she sniffled, her breaths stuttering. “O-okay.” She nodded. She slid down underneath her covers and patted the empty space behind her and looked at her mom. “You way here wif me, mommy.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Okay, baby.” She laid down next to her daughter and smoothed her hair down. “Okay, Spencer. I think we’re ready.”

“Hi, Eloisey.” Spencer spoke. She let out a small greeting and he could tell that she was tired. “Okay, we’re gonna read your favorite Pete the Cat.”

Spencer’s voice had soothed Eloise to sleep. Y/N accidentally fell asleep as well, a smile on her lips as Spencer’s soft voice spoke the words of the book.

“Y/N/N?” His voice crackled over the phone speaker into the silent room.

He listened for a minute and then smiled when he realized both of his girls fell asleep.

He wished he could stay on the phone all night just in case one of them fell asleep but he had only found the time to call them while he was on the way to another crime scene about fourth minutes into the town him and the team were on.

He told them that he’d drive alone so he could think over the case when in all reality he was gonna spend some time with Eloisey and Y/N in the phone.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It had been two weeks.

Y/N was tired of her crabby three year old and she missed her boyfriend.

She had finally realized why she was so stand-offish when he had told her he was going away. It was because she was scared.

She was scared he wouldn’t come back to her. She was scared that he’d leave her and her child. She was scared that they would be abandoned again. Of course she didn’t think that Spencer had any obligation to stay with them, it still would have hurt.

She had to wrestle Eloise into a nap. She wanted to call Spencer and have him read her to sleep but Y/N was not about to bother him in the middle of a case.

They were alone before, they could do it again.

Y/N was dozing off in her bed. She had just finished a book she’d been reading when her phone buzzed.

From: Spence<3

I’m back and on my way up

Y/N smiled sleepily and got out of her bed. She quietly walked to her closet and threw on a pair of shorts underneath the big t-shirt of Spencer’s that he had left there.

She walked silently through the house, trying not to wake Eloise.

She unlocked the front door and opened it quickly. Her smile grew when she saw him standing there with a smile and a tub of ice cream in hand.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered. Y/N stood on her tippy toes and kissed him softly. After, she pulled him inside putting a finger to her lips.

She took the tub of ice cream from Jim’s bf set it on the key table and pulled him down for a kiss again. “I missed you.” She told him quietly between kisses.

He nodded and hummed in agreement, holding her tight. He could tell she was tired, sad almost.

She pulled away from his lips and buried her head in his chest, sighing heavily. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

He pulled her towards the couch and sat her down. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and bit her lip. “I…” She shook her head. “I never realized how alone I was before you came along until you were gone for the past two weeks.” She told him. “I think Eloise is completely attached now.” She let a small smile grace her lips.

Spencer nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N sighed. “I’m glad you’re around as much as you are. And I understand that your job needs you away a lot.”

Spencer nodded, grabbing her hands.

She bit her lip. “I think that you should explain to Eloise that you can’t always be around and that sometimes it’s gonna be just me and her again.”

A sad smile appeared on Spencer’s lips. “Y/N…” he drew out. “I want you to know that I will never leave you and Eloise alone unless you want me to.” He told her. “I will always come back to you. You don’t have to be afraid of being abandoned ever again.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and she looked at their interlocked hands. “Spencer…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

————————————————————

Yuhhhhhhhh

I hope you enjoyed this chapterrrrrrr I love them and I absolutely love dad Spencer

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

[static-kills]

Nerdy Prudes Characters as Filipino food!

The second coming because I couldn’t stay away

Steph - Lumpia

- A popular dish for a popular girl

- Lumpia’s typically filled with meat, veggies, and sometimes fish!

- An absolutely beloved food for anyone who’s tried it

- Steph would immediately put these on her plate if she saw them at a party

Pete - Champorado

- Imagine if hot chocolate was a porridge

- This was the most obvious answer for Pete

- He’d be eating this to get through the day

- I think he’d like evap milk better w/ his champorado, but has condensed milk for his blood sugar

Richie - Tocilog

- Richie gets a nice, full breakfast of sweet cured meat, eggs, and garlic fried rice

- Another beloved food for a beloved character

- I personally believe this man would instantly get hooked on garlic fried rice

- Like suddenly he’s having it with every meal

- Packs it in a bento box for school too

Ruth - Chicken Feet

- It’s not too freaky when you actually try it!

- Just give it a chance!

- Give Ruth a chance :(

- Alternatively, she is Filipino spaghetti in ways I cannot explain

Max - Lechon

- The life of the party

- The center of attention amongst the food

- Yk the party’s gonna hit when they bring Lechon

- Max would think it’d be so fucking cool if he pulled up to a party and saw it at the food table

Grace - Brazo de Mercedes

- Super light, super airy, an almost angelic dessert

- Brazo de Mercedes is a meringue roll typically filled with some kind of custard with powdered sugar on the outside

- A dessert befitting of miss chasity herself

- I can see Grace trying it at a bakery and being astonished at how fluffy it is

- It’s like a cloud in your mouth!!

- Must be what angels eat up in heaven

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 30

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count:

⪻ previous chapter | stranger things masterlist | chapter one

You sighed heavily as you felt the sun beating down on you and warming your skin. A sheen of sweat started to build up along your forehead, causing you to reach up and swipe it away with your forearm. In the distance, you could hear the sound of some of the kids playing and running around outside, and the barking of some of the dogs as they playfully ran alongside them.

It brought a smile to your face to see that in a little over a year – happiness seemed to have settled into the camp but most importantly…you, again.

The soft crunch of feet against the gravel path that lined the garden boxes and small farm grabbed your attention and caused you to turn your eyes and focus on the noise. Wendy walked toward you with a basket in her hands, the sun causing her freckles to become more prominent along her nose and cheeks.

Things have been going well since Hopper had given Wendy a chance and let her join the camp. It took a while for some of the others to accept her, a couple making it more than known they weren’t happy. But Wendy didn’t let that stop her from becoming part of the group. She worked hard for her place and to show others that she could be trusted. Though it had only been in the recent months the dirty looks and whispers seemed to disappear.

“Come to collect for the kitchen?” You asked, wiping your dirty hands along your apron, before standing from the gardening box you were knelt beside.

“Hoping there are a few more veggies for tonight? We’re running a little low,” Wendy spoke, stopping to stand right beside you.

“We should have something. Shannon will have what’s stored in the barn.” You sighed softly. “How is kitchen duty?”

“Liking it way more than the medical wing.” Wendy laughed lightly, “I’m all for helping people but blood makes me squeamish. I’m happy that Hopper let me switch.”

“Has nothing to do with a certain…someone…would it?” You teased, the gleam in your eyes making Wendy roll hers.

“Shut up,” She reached out and playfully swatted at your arm, causing you to laugh and dodge away from her touch. “Don’t start with that!”

“Oh come on, it’s so obvious that he has a crush on you too. He gets all pathetic whenever you come around. It’s adorable.”

“Jonathan and I are just friends,” Wendy spoke, following you as you turned to lead her toward the small barn. “He’s someone that I like to talk to, and makes me laugh, but it’s strictly a friendship.”

“You’d be good for him, especially after what happened to Nancy and his brother. He needs some good in his life.”

“Whatever you say, Wen.”

The two of you walked the short path toward the barn where a few others were working. Opening the back storeroom, you filled Wendy's basket with a few vegetables that would be needed for the kitchen.

“Eddie and the others supposed to be back soon?” Wendy asked as the two of you exited the barn.

“Supposedly.” You sighed heavily, “It’s been longer than planned,”

Wendy stopped and turned to look at you, seeing the furrowed brow and frown on your lips. She placed her basket onto her hip, before moving her hand to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“He’s going to be ok, and he’s going to come back. That man is too crazy about you to leave you behind.”

You nodded your head, “I know…I know…just worry, can’t help it.”

“Do you miss going on raids?”

“No,” You answered with hesitation, “I don’t. But in place of worrying about going out there, I worry about him coming back. Because I’m not there to help protect him.”

“I have a feeling he’d say the same about you if roles were reversed,” Wendy said.

“That’s why I like being on farm duty. Keeps my mind occupied and the chickens make great company.”

Wendy laughed as the two of you continued to head up the path, Wendy leaving out the gate before you returned back to your work.

You exit the cafeteria after having dinner with Robin, Wendy, Gareth, and Max. Night had fallen over Hawkins the soft sound of crickets in the distance mixing with distant conversations of those that lingered about outside. You pulled Eddie’s coat tighter around your body, a summer chill settling in the wind, as you walked the path back to the trailer.

You stepped into the trailer you shared with Eddie and were hit with a mixture of both your scents and the scent of home. You could feel your body relax even more the moment you walked through the small metal door. Stripping off his coat and sitting in on the back of the chair beside the door, you walked toward the back bedroom. All you wanted was to strip off your clothes from the day, take a quick cold shower, and crawl into your bed.

But the sound of the door opening, and closing followed but a familiar voice calling out; “Sweetheart?”, changed all of that.

You nearly tripped over yourself as you rushed to exit the small bedroom. Eddie chuckled to himself as he watched you race toward him in the small space, before launching yourself into his arms. He groaned as your body slammed into his but kept his arms tight around you. Your fingers fisted through his dark curls as his face muzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god,” Your body shook slightly in his arms, “Oh my god, you’re home.”

It was like you didn’t realize fully till that moment how afraid you were till you saw his face again. To feel him in your arms and to know that he was ok.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” Eddie repeated “I’m so sorry that took so long,”

You pulled back and caressed his face with both your hands, noticing a cut along his forehead, blood scabbed over causing a frown on your face, “What happened?”

“Flayed, that’s why it took so long.” Eddie sighed, stepping back but not fully out of your arms. “We got trapped in a neighborhood looking for supplies, bastard got me in the head. But I’m safe, I’m clean, saw Gareth before I came here.”

Your thumb rubbed against his cheeks, frown deepening more as you noticed the bruises forming, “You’re sure you’re ok?”

“I promise, baby,” Eddie nodded, “Now all I wanna do is take a shower and get into bed with you.”

You smiled softly and moved to kiss him, moaning softly against his lips, missing the feel of his lips pressed against yours.

“Come on,”

You slowly reached down and grabbed his larger hand into yours and led him toward the back of the trailer, the two of you stripping out of your clothes, and stepping into the small stall. The cold water didn’t feel as bad with Eddie’s warm body pressed against yours, the two of you helping the other wash up. The shower was quick, both of your drying off, before slowly shuffling back to the bedroom.

You slipped into your PJs and crawled under the old, warm blankets as you sank into the bed. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist and immediately pulled you into him – placing his face right back into your neck and taking a deep breath. The two of you load there in each other’s arms. Eddie moved his hands beneath your shirt and slowly began to rub against your skin.

“I think I need to take a break from the raid team,” Eddie spoke, his voice muffled by your skin. “Maybe do patrol for a little? Help out at the gate and border.”

“Is it becoming too much?” You asked, repeating the rhythm he was doing against your back as you moved your fingers against his scalp.

“A bit, and I haven’t taken one in a long time.” Eddie pulled back so he looked down at you, “Just…need it, you know?”

“I do.” You nodded your head, “Talk with Hopper in the morning, not going to say I’m not against you staying here for a little bit. I miss you too much.”

“I miss you too, baby,”

Eddie caressed your face gently before his lips were once again pressed against yours. His body pressed down against yours with his hand moving down and hooking your leg around his waist. The two of you laid there till the peace of sleep took over the both of you.

And after everything you’d been through – you were finally at peace as well.

At home with the one you loved.

thank you to all who read this story. I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoyed it. Just wanted to give a short, peaceful ending to reader and eddie.

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[lustfulsabbaths]

wieiad for 2 july 2024 but it's not aesthetically pleasing!! (+ commentary)

c@I Iimit: 500

lunch (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) [242 c@Is, 18g protein!!!!]

sauteed prawns + garlic in moderate oil + knor hot n sour soup with extra spices and negligible misc veggies

a soup my mom made ,, she added oil but thank GOD it was in moderate amounts , (2 normal spoons) , VEERY filling, i didnt cr4ve anything for HOURS!!

small snack ^w^

i ate half of a small chocolate bar (11.5g) which only ended up being 59 c@Is

i was craving something sweet the moment i woke up haha, after a lot of hours, i decided to treat myself to moderate amounts of chocolate to make my cravings shut up, please do try this!!! it helps you not binge and give up, you can eat your favourite foods in moderation (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

dinner!! [83 c@Is]

i ate 2 egg whites, scrambled with onions, tomatoes and green chilli n spices,, and instant manchow soup :3

no oil used! honestly i added too much turmeric to the egg whites this time ;w;

i was craving the coffee biscuits ive been saving for a long time so i decided to eat some in moderate amounts without going over my limit :3

snacks! [109 c@Is]

black coffee (negligible 1-2 cals depends) with 4 coffee biscuits (108)

day total 493/500 !