#i miss the smallest dogs in the world

[woahthatshella]

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[mashmouths]

my parents are selling their house and i'm dealing with it so rationally and maturely btw. the 73 pictures i just took are completely unrelated to my fears of change and forgetting the little bits of memory that made this home

[81folklore]

heaven - OP81 - part 5

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: australian adventures of yn and oscar

type: social media au (smau)

authors note: IM BACK WRITING MY FAVORITE ANGELS!!! ive been feeling slightly more motivated so i thought id just continue a story instead of creating a new one (at least whilst im in this slump) i do hope you enjoy!!

heaven masterlist masterlist

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oh australia how ive missed you and your gifts 💫

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user3 whats the best gift australia has given you??

yourusername oscar!!! liked by oscarpiastri

user3 SHUT THE FUCK UP WHATTTT?!?!??

user62 i feel SICK THEYRE SO??

oscarpiastri oh my goddd

oscarpiastri 😍😍

user4 you cannot separate oscar from that emoji

yourusername not even i can😕😕

oscarpiastri you can pry it from my cold dead hands

user81 that dog is so stinking cute

user22 yess but that dress is GORGEOUS

user5 right shes sooooooo pretty liked by oscarpiastri

user88 australia is the one whos lucky!! liked by oscarpiastri

user67 like they are being blessed with the yn ln

yourfriend3 you are oh so lovely liked by oscarpiastri

yourfriend3 i take it back stop your boyf from liking my comments abt you

yourusername he loves me🥰🥰

oscarpiastri i do!! its true!!

oscarpiastri 📍location home

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my favorite lady in my favorite place

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user18 SHE IS HIS FAVORITE LADY OH MU GOD😭😭

user17 AND HIS FAVORITE PLACE IS HOME😭

user24 oh my god she is gorgeous liked by oscarpiastri

user84 i will never ever get tired of them

user28 i hope theyre in love forever and ever liked by oscarpiastri

user55 oscar liking this comment☹️☹️

yourusername my babyyyy

yourusername oh how ill always love you liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri 🩷🩷

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the day you entered my world you changed my entire view on life and myself, you help me find love and happiness in things i never expected and showed me how to appreciate the smallest things in life.

sometimes i wonder if im being selfish, how can i be worthy of all the love and time youve given to me? surely there is someone more deserving, someone who needs everything youve showed me more? i think about what i must have done in a past life to be gifted with you and then i wonder if we are destined.

maybe i dont deserve you in this life, maybe i dont deserve you in a thousand other lifes. but i believe we are meant to be which means for every universe we dont find eachother, we find eachother in a hundred more

im so glad we found each other, i dont know if i deserve you but i promise i will cherish and appreciate the way i have done for 6 years and the way i will continue to love you for as long as this universe allows and then i will love you even longer in another

six years used to feel like forever but now ill never have enough time, happy anniversary lovely

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oscarpiastri you continue to help my heart keep beating

oscarpiastri i didnt think love was real until i found you

oscarpiastri we will find eachother in every universe i promise

oscarpiastri you are the prettiest and most lovely person i have ever met and you deserve everything and more

yourusername my good looking boyyyy🩵🩵

user29 i have no words i cant comprehend what im reading

user10 i feel so violently ill they are so sweet

user62 my parents everyone!!!

user53 is that an engagement ring?!

user33 wait pause

user5 theres no way right??

oscarpiastri

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you’ve impacted my life in more ways than you will ever know and im so thankful that i get to love you for all eternity, you have such a beautiful soul and i can’t believe i get to hold it

happy six years and to a lifetime more

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yourusername you are so so incredible

yourusername i dont know how many other ways i can say it but i love you

oscarpiastri i love you too

user66 they are sooooo

user7 oh my gooooood i am a puddle of tears

user56 you just dont get them like i do

user32 anyone else sad we didnt get a long caption like yns was beautiful

yourusername oscar said more than enough in his letter☺️

user43 OH MY GOD HE WROTE HER A LETTER😭😭😭😭

user3 six years.. six damn years and they are still so in love

user48 guys are they engaged or not😭

yourusername not!! we are still young and exploring ourselves and the world and we are still grow into better people. we didnt want to rush when we still have so many things to do but we will when we know we are ready🩷 liked by oscarpiastri

user65 i didnt know it was possible to love two random strangers so much☹️☹️

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text on story reads: 🩷🩷🩷

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text on story reads: sunshine ☀️☀️

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[sminiac]

Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

⋆ Haku Shota + Reader

💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

[sweetiecutie]

GOD KRUGER IS GREAT I'd fucking LOVE to see you write for him

A/n: I genuinely think that the only reason Krueger is not popular among CoD fandom is simply bc he’s canonically under 180 cm💀💀

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, dark! Krueger I guess, obsession, nasty😜

Another a/n: also it’s extremely OOC, but what can you do abt that, huh? Let the girl be and share her delusional fantasies on her silly lil blog😩🙄

Okay, so starting off strong - Sebastian Krueger is an absolute, pathetic, needy simp for you. You so much as throw a fleeting gaze in his general direction? He’s there by your side, like an obedient dog that he is for you, happy to do whatever just to please you, to make your day a bit better and easier.

Yes, Sebastian is a terrifying killing machine and a literal war criminal, he doesn’t hesitate for a single second to blow enemy’s brains out or pitilessly cut them open with his knife, letting their guts spill onto the dirt under his feet. But with you? Krueger turns into a literal pookie-bear, all soft and lovey-dovey the very moment he so much as senses your presence (it’s a secret how he does it). And no, he is not ashamed nor scared to show his feral side to you; moreover, he’s pretty sure that this way he can fully let you see just how capable he is, that he can protect his little sweetheart no matter the circumstances, that he is a perfect match for such a frail and helpless thing as you (even though you are fully capable yourself)

Krueger is definitely bigger than you - if not in height, then definitely in weight and muscle volume; and fuck yes would he take advantage of this. He’d corner you somewhere relatively private, pressing you against the wall, his burly body not allowing you a smallest opportunity to slip from within his grasp. Mighty hips are pressed flush against yours, and so is his painfully hard dick. Krueger will hump your leg shamelessly, like a needy fucking dog; he’ll moan and groan and whimper against your reddened ear, telling you just how good it feels, how good you smell, how much you make him wanna cum.

And it’s not like you can do anything about it. You’ll ask Krueger to leave you alone - he’ll distance himself slightly (very slightly), allowing you some personal space, but then you’ll notice your stuff going missing - your tees, lip balms, panties ofc. And even if you confront Sebastian he’d just shrug it off, acting as if he doesn’t have a slightest clue what you are talking about.

You may even try to run but of boy, I don’t think that’ll end well. Being a skilled soldier that Krueger is, having excellent tracking skills, it’ll take a few weeks max for him to get to you, even if you flee to the other end of the world, to some small shithole of a town. And the moment Sebastian actually finds you? God knows what’ll happen, so better don’t push your luck.

So all you have to do is to just allow Krueger love onto you and be his kleine Mausi <3

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

Appreciate You | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Mutually Beneficial AU | Drabble

Bucky returns home from a mission and you're desperate to show him how much you appreciate everything he does. But all he wants to do is take care of you.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, d/s relationship (dom!Bucky & Sub!Reader), thigh riding, handjob, dirty talk. little s for a little bit of smut, F for fluffy.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Mutually Beneficial Masterlist

"Babydoll, let me take care of you, I missed you." Bucky removed your hands off the coffee pot and started moving you to the sofa. "No one fuckin' listens to me like you do, not going another mission without my best agent." He'd rushed straight from the Quinjet, still dressed to the nines in his suit, tie slightly undone and a smallest splash of blood on his cuff.

You chuckled, "I should hope no one listens to you quite like I do," you winkes, kissing his cheek and squeezing his forearms.

"That's true," he kissed you back, the taste of him was wonderful and familiar, a balm for the anxiety you'd been feeling, god - you'd missed him so much. "But it is nice to come back to you. Look at you, all cute and snuggly from bed at 4am, just for me. Let me at least get my little Babydoll a coffee." He rubbed his nose against yours, running his hands over your shoulders and down your back, drawing you closer.

You let him guide you to the sofa, but when he tried to get you to sit you shifted, making him fall over you. His dog tag dangled infront of your face mirroring the little silver necklace at your throat with the matching tag, and you shivered at the view. His dishevelled hair and smart suit, the hint of the man underneath now so enticingly close.

"But, Sarge, you've been away and busy, saving the world," and maybe you exaggerated, giving him a little pout, but only because you kned he needed the praise as much as you did, the reassurance that he really was doing something important now. "I wanted to welcome you home, make you feel good." You ran your palm down his chest towards the growing bulge in his formal trousers and squeezed, not noticing his quiet gasp, drowned out by your own moan at the hard feeling of him under your grasp.

You had woken up to see the Quinjet land on the pad in the compound, desperate to welcome your Sergeant back home and had been feeling wet and needy since. In a hurry to meet him you'd thrown on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, switched the already prepped coffee pot on and run bare foot through the compound to meet him.

You'd thrown yourself into his arms and let him carry you back to your rooms, but now he was being difficult, resisting you attention when all you wanted to do was serve him and make him feel good.

"God, Baby, the things you do to me," his lips, hips, whole body pressing you into the sofa, the smell of his sweat and his cologne surrounding you. He was so impossibly hard already, the length of him grinding against your core.

"Just wanna appreciate you, Sergeant Barnes," you cooed into his ear, kissing at the little spot that made him growl and paw at you. He was cracking a little, letting you grind up against him, " please - sir," you whispered coyly.

"You're very naughty, you know," he groaned in return, low and dark in your ear, "but - fine, I give up. Get me a coffee, Babydoll and then we'll see," he slapprd your ass lightly as you stood, his shirt riding up over your hips as you skipped over to the kitchen, much to awake for this early.

You returned with a huge mug of pitch black coffee full of sugar. Bucky used his left hand to take it, the mug itself hot, prewarmed under the tap just how he liked it.

"Where's yours, Babydoll?" He picked his head up from the back of the sofa, watching you slink back slowly, dropping to your knees and running your hands over his thighs.

"I want something else, Sarge," you looked up at him through your lashes, "I think you want it too? Let me take care of you. Drink your coffee, I'll make you feel good and then I'll run you a nice -" you placed a kiss to his clothed thigh, "hot," kiss, "bath," you kissed the inside of his thighs, feeling the rough scratch of his suit and the tight muscle underneath, getting higher and higher until you could mouth over his throbbing cock, held back only by a zipper and straining button.

"Come up here, Babydoll, sit on my knee so I can kiss you," Bucky unzipped his trousers revealing the aching tip of his cock, his hand took yours, sliding through the slick together as you gave him a few tight pumps. He let his head fall back, giving you the space you craved to kiss and bite along the exposed skin, his scruff against your cheek and his heartbeat wild under your lips had you rubbing against it.

"That's it, Baby," he soothed into your ear, one hand on your hip, encouraging you to rub your arousal over his leg, "you make your Sergeant cum like a good girl and then what I want, what I really want, is to take you to our room," he kissed your cheek, humming against your warm skin, "I'm going to take you to our room and watch you fall apart on my cock," his words had you squirming on him, his hands holding you still, one on your hip, the other over yours as he released over your clenched fingers.

[tirfpikachu]

it really does feel like having emotional intelligence as a woman is a full-time fucking job. like you're so aware of how to defuse situations and fawn and mask and be pwetty and be so polite so that no man gets mad or creepy around you. it's like we're stuck on a theatre play and we're not allowed to leave our roles. but i wanna leave my role. i'm a woman i'm a hairy sweaty grunting angsty animal like any other trying to survive in a male dominated world and i have to be miss sunshine while therapizing and mothering men emotionally???? FUCK THAT i'm done!!!! I'M DONE!!!! no more nice woman. i'll use my emotional intelligence, my empathy, my comfort skills, only on those who deserve it. i don't want to overextend myself emotionally for other ppl's sake bc i was raised trained to be a Good Little Girl and do whatever other people needed me to do and become arm candy or an overworked mother with a shitty husband. like holy shit. i'm really realizing my upbringing living as a girl reallyyyy affected me deeply i'm glad in some ways bc thank god i'm not emotionally constipated like cis men, but also sad bc it's like i'm a soldier who was trained for a war i never wanted to go to anyway, and that i wasn't even contractually obligated to go to!!! and now i'm realizing i can opt out. i can be my own woman. i can be a human being first, woman second, and i don't need to be defined by my upbringing. i can be my own kind of woman and i can be human now. like i can start acting like an actual human being and not my idea of a Good Woman

i have finally fully 100% realized that i don't need to brainwash myself into worrying abt every little thing i do bc the patriarchy wants to keep me submissive and insecure and soft spoken. it wants me to doubt myself and stay in line. an easily swayed woman is a good woman by male society's standards. child-like, always needing guidance, not loud and brash and unlovable. when a man is outspoken, loud and proud he's the next president. when women do it they're nags and feminazi bitches. and i actually love bitches, i'm more of a dog person than a cat person tbh. i'm just a human who happens to be a woman too. it's the least interesting thing about me, like my height or hair color or me being a lesbian!!! it doesn't define me beyond just a trait i happen to have. i'm really starting to shed the layers of internalized misogyny i've always had about myself and it's SOOOO FUCKIGN FREEING!!!!! like oh my fucking god. i was like a turtle who kept retreating into her shell at the smallest thing and didn't want to inconvenience anybody. so unnecessary! turns out i don't need to do that i can just be a little guy who lives her life to THE FULLEST!!!!! bc you only live once bitches!!!! seize the moment be ur true self don't fawn all the time it's okay to be a grown ass adult and speak ur mind and make ur OWN choices!!!!

[desertwritings]

A BREAK FROM STUDYING

A Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman x Cis Female reader Y/N fanfic? 

TBH this is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still figuring out the formatting. This story is smut based... like heavily smutty and gross so you have been warned. If you like it enough for me to make it a series let me know!

NOW TAKING REQUESTS!

CONTAINS: age gap, daddy k!nk, cream pie, mild squirting, public(ish) sex. 

CONTEXT: You have been working with Jimmy in the mail room for years now and have always had a puppy love schoolgirl sort of crush on him since you first met, but always thought it wasn’t reciprocated. Now, one night, he shows just how badly he’s wanted you this whole time while you try to study for the bar exam. 

I only had another week left until the bar exam and I spent most of my time either working in the mailroom of HHM or studying in doc review. Howard had been supportive enough, allowing me extra time to focus on my studies, all while also paying for my school costs — even if it was just through the local community college. Go Suncats! Honestly, this had been the most support I had ever received. Maybe if I grew up having more support, I would be going to Harvard instead. 

“Heya y/n.” I heard the familiar raspy and pitchy tone of Jimmy as he leaned in the doorway of doc review, where I hunched over a textbook, an empty coffee cup, and a tear-stained notebook. 

“It’s like — almost midnight. What are you still doing here?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my pen and paper. 

I heard his footsteps get closer and the chair beside me pull out and creek as he sat beside me. “I have my reasons.” He answers in a half-assed manner. 

I turned to face him, the dim lamp highlighting his playful smile and I felt my core grow weak and mushy for him. 

The first time I had met Jimmy Mcgill I was working in the mail room, trying to get a job as an assistant or a paralegal for one of the partners. Freshly twenty-three with a bright and optimistic view of the world — full of drive and childish ambition. I was so focused on work and starting classes that I hadn’t taken any time to unwind — let alone care about boys or dating or anything like that. But the first time I met the mysterious brother to Chuck Mcgill, I’ll admit it was like I became a sappy, sick puppy dog. Sure, he was older — a little bit of a loser. But I was weak for the funny pathetic underdogs. Not to mention he was flirty and funny and fed into my childish delusions of how I could “fix him.” I flirted back, wore short skirts, wore the hoop earrings he complimented once, and wore my hair loose and fun. I tried. But for some reason, it never went past harmless office flirtation. I assumed maybe it was the age difference. Maybe he was uncomfortable with being with someone as young as me. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing but not giving in to temptation with me. 

Now I was almost twenty-seven, and though the schoolgirl crush had dulled a little, there were times when I would catch myself looking at him like he could move heaven and earth. Like in this moment as he sat next to me in the dimly lit document room. So I cleared my throat and turned back to the papers in front of me. 

“Admit you just missed me.” I teased as the smallest of smiles tugged on the corners of my lips. 

“Objection. That’s hearsay.” He teased back, leaning closer as he slid my favorite energy drink across the table with a single finger — the condensation leaving a small streak of liquid on the wood top. “Some of us went out for drinks, and I noticed you weren’t there. Ernesto said you were here studying.” 

“Yeah, yeah he came and asked if I wanted to go but —” I shrugged, motioned to all the school work displayed in front of me. 

“You work too hard. You should take a break and come back out with us.” 

He carefully takes the pen from my fingers, puts the cap back on and sets it aside. It was a subtle and simple thing he did but I felt my skin grow warm. 

“I wish I could, but — I just have a lot to study still, and the exam is —”

“ — a week away.” He interrupts me. “Which means you have time to take one tiny break out of your evening to have a little fun and destress.” 

“I don’t know, Jimmy.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. It’ll be good for you!” He inches so close I can almost taste his cologne and the head and shoulders 2-in1 shampoo. “Come on — for me?”

And with that, I knew. I knew he knew that I had a stupid schoolgirl crush on him and he was using it against me, and fuck — it was working. I tried to fight a smile, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed pink. 

“Fine — whatever,” I said, slamming my book shut. “but only because you seem so desperate.”

He stands up with the dumbest grin. “See? That’s my girl.” 

I stand up, fixing my skirt that had ridden up, my thigh exposed past my thigh-highs, maybe even a bit of my black panties. I wasn’t thinking much of it until I caught a glimpse of Jimmy eyeing me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. It was unexpected, unfamiliar. He had looked at me before in a more appreciative way. This time it seemed more lustful, more desperate even, and it caused my chest and legs to grow hot. I could feel wetness going in between my legs, and for a moment, I got embarrassed.

“I just, uh — I just have to put this stuff in my car, and then we can —” As I was talking, he moved closer, not helping my flustered state. I stopped in my tracks, looking up at him.

I was about to say something. I was about to walk past him and run out of the room but his hands slid around my waist and I nearly forgot how to breathe. His bottom lip was pressed by his teeth, his brows furrowing in what looked like deep thought. Though it wouldn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about. 

“Jimmy —” I said, his name barely above a whisper. 

“Look — am I totally crazy for thinking that you — that you want me?”   He asked, head tilting just slightly as his eyes didn’t leave my own.    “If I’m making shit up in my head tell me now and I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if I’m right —”

I was so thrown off guard. This whole time I thought he didn’t want me. This whole time I thought I was too young for him or that maybe I wasn’t his type. But here we stood with his grip around my waist firm and hungry and waiting for direction. 

“I —”   I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me so bad in this moment he couldn’t even hide it. Without much thought, I got on my toes and pulled his neck down into my kiss. He let out a pleasantly surprised whimper, his grip moving down lower to cup my ass as he pulled me into his bulge. I could feel it stabbing me and twitching. I let out a soft and involuntary moan. 

“I wanna feel how wet you are.” He groaned into my ear, sliding his right hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers on the outside of my soaked panties. He smiled, placing a rather fervent kiss on my neck and biting my skin gently. “Fuck — you’re so wet. You’re dripping.”

“Mhmm — you make me that way.” I practically moaned the words as he moved my panties off to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me, the wet sounds loud and affirming just how badly my body wanted him. 

“Come here.” He pulled his finger out of me, making me whine in protest as his hands wrapped around my waist to hoist me on the edge of the table. 

At this point, I was panting, aching, my pussy pulsing for him to touch me. He shoved his index and middle fingers in his mouth and lubricated them with his own spit before shoving them into my soaking pussy without so much as a warning. I gasped, smiling, laying back on the table as he positioned my legs over his shoulders. 

At first, he started off with a gentle, slow rhythm. In and out. With every push of his fingers, I could feel him pressing against my walls, making my back arch. “Faster.” I pleaded. And with that he was picking up the pace, ramming his fingers into me with force and speed. I couldn’t even handle it, my legs tried to shut as I began to feel overstimulated, but he pried them open and continued to finger-fuck me while I wiggled and writhed on the table beneath him. 

I let out a loud moan that was followed by his hand cupping around my mouth to stifle my pathetic little noises. I had forgotten where we were and that anyone could just walk in and see us this way. 

“You like that? Do my fingers feel good?” He was getting off on making me feel good, it was easy to tell. He was boosting his ego by making himself feel good by making me cum all over his fingers. 

“Mhhhmm” I mumbled under his hand as my eyes opened and looked up at him.

“God — you’re so beautiful.” He said, staring down at me. “Be a good girl and don’t get us in trouble, okay?” He laughed a breathless laugh as he lifted his hand from my mouth. “You’re getting wetter.” He said with a pleased smirk. 

“I’m so close, Jimmy, please —” and with my pitiful begging, he finger-fucked me harder, this time with three fingers while his other hand played with my clit. “I — I’ll make a mess.” I confessed, more like a warning. 

“Good.” He said, not slowing his pace or showing me mercy as my body tensed and my back arched.

“Fuck — fuck I’m coming —”  I squealed, wiggling around as I started to squirt just a little in between every push of his fingers — my wetness drenched his entire hand and forearm. He just kept going, too, making me moan and writhe around, all pathetic and out of control of my own body. It felt good, though, to not be in control for once. My mind wasn’t thinking about the bar exam, bills, or moving up in HHM. Truth be told, it was just thinking about Jimmy and the way he was making me feel. 

“Ah fuck — you’re so sexy.” He said, taking his drenched hand and slowly pulling it away from me, pressing it to his mouth and licking the tips of his fingers. “I knew you’d taste so good.” I grinned a little, out of breath and panting on the table. 

My eyes wandered to his disheveled hair and his cocky smile, then to his soaked hand that reached into his pants and pulled his erect cock out. He didn’t even need to hold it, it just stood there on its own — ready. 

I slowly sat up on my elbows, practically drooling over his cock, which was bigger than I had imagined. “I want you to fuck me with that.” I confessed, looking back up at his glazed-over eyes. 

He didn’t even say anything. He just grabbed me by the waist like he did before and flipped me over on the table with my ass and pussy exposed. I stuck my ass out just a little more, begging for his cock. But before he stuck it in me he kissed me down from the back of neck, down my spine, and then left a little bit on my ass cheek. Then without much warning he was shoving his hard cock into my still-soaking wet pussy. I gasped and groaned, tilting my head back at the feeling. 

“Ah — fuck.” he nearly whimpered, already breathing heavily as he started off with a slow and steady pace. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to the top back of my head while he said, “I want you to call me daddy.”  

I let out a soft whimper in understanding. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.” 

“Good girl,” he said, fucking me harder and shoving his cock deep into me, ramming into my walls and making me whimper with every thrust. His left hand came up to the back of my head and tangled in my hair as his right hand gripped my waist firm in place as he continued to fuck me.  

“Just like that, daddy, don’t stop.” I moaned, banging my hands on the table with nothing to hold onto. 

He gripped my hair harder, lifting my head up as he thrust into me even more fervently — nothing but the sound of our whimpers and moans and skin slapping together. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned, reaching his hand from my waist to my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusting. It only made me moan and shake more. 

“I want you to cum inside me, daddy.” I confess, biting my lower lip. 

“Yeah? You want daddies cum to fill you up?”

“Please daddy — please cum for me.” I begged, barely able to get the words out. 

He picked up the pace to a new speed I didn't even know anyone was capable of reaching, moaning and groaning and sweating all over my bare ass until he made a pathetic whimper sound then the next thing I knew he was emptying his load into my raw pussy — filling me up with his warmth and sliding his cock almost out of me but not quite. I could feel his cock twitching as he continued to empty himself inside me. The feeling of his cum made me even more hot and flushed.

“Holy shit.” he huffed, slowly removing his now flaccid cock from me. I turned over my shoulder to look at him looking at my cum-filled pussy with an arrogant smirk across his face. He was fucking proud of himself. 

I was about to ask for a taste of his cum before we heard footsteps near the mail room. We frantically got ourselves dressed and I rushed to fix the desk and open my book back to make it look like I was still studying. Jimmy fell hard into his seat, hair all sweaty and slightly curled as he zipped up his pants. 

Two cleaning ladies came in with their cleaning cart, staring at us with confusion. “Hola, ladies.” Jimmy said, with a simple wave of his hand. “You can, uh, skip this room tonight.” 

They looked at each other, nodded, then walked out.

Jimmy turned to me with an amused expression, eyes moving down to the now cum-soaked chair I was sitting in and laughed a little. “Guess we should have let them clean.”

[softstraykidshours]

silent cry

pairing: minho x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, more fluff

summary: you've been stressed about studies and aren't acting like yourself, so minho decides that no amount of distance will keep him from checking on you.

length: 1.9k

warnings: reader is really stressed about school/tests and is overworking themselves

a/n: fic inspo (go check out @taeminsung their writing is amazing)

long distance is really hard, even for you and minho.

now for you, long distance isn't hard because you grow apart or because you move on. for you and minho, it's hard, because you both miss being close to each other. you're the textbook definition of "distance makes the heart grow fonder."

although you miss being near each other physically, long distance has probably brought you closer than ever emotionally. not being able to read the other's emotions like you can in person means you've become experts on communicating your feelings, thoughts, and emotions in mature ways. you talk about eeeeeverything, whether it be big life stuff like marriage and kids, or the smallest things like what coffee you ordered that morning at starbucks.

you're constantly spilling every little detail and thought to minho, which is why it was so strange when your texts went from novels about the dog you just walked past on your way to class to barely saying "hello" in the morning. minho felt like he had to work to get a conversation out of you. he knew you weren't lying to him, but he could immediately tell something was wrong.

which is why he secretly booked the next flight out once he had a break in his schedule.

he hops on the flight as worry seeps deeper and deeper into him until it feels like it's running through his bloodstream. he can't help the way he anxiously bounces his legs in the uber from the airport to your apartment, wondering if the driver could go any faster. he practically runs up the stairs to your apartment complex before he stops in his tracks at the door. minho has a key to your place even though you both live on basically the opposite sides of the country, but he realizes it might startle you if he just lets himself in. and seeing as how he already knows something's wrong, he doesn't want to stress you out. minho gently knocks on the door a few times.

you quietly walk your way over to the door, standing up on your tiptoes to peer through the peephole.

although you're excited to see minho, you're not excited for him to see you in this state. instead of gleefully opening the door like you would any other time he surprises you, you hesitantly unlock the door and slowly open it.

"hey!-" the smile on minho's face slowly drops as he scans the scene. your apartment looks disheveled with dirty dishes, empty coffee cups, and schoolwork scattered on practically every surface he can see. his eyes land on you, and he notices you're wearing his hoodie that you stole last time you visited him. he slightly smiles at this, but the smile doesn't last long when he sees your tear stained cheeks. your puffy eyes and nose indicate you must've been crying for hours.

you stare at each other for a moment before he sees your bottom lip start to quiver as tears well up in your eyes. he immediately drops his duffle bag and hurries over to you, taking you in his arms.

tears start pouring as you bury your head in his chest and wrap your arms around him, taking in his scent and warmth. he gently rubs your back. you continue to cry like this for what feels like hours before you finally pull away from him, trying to rub away to tear stain you made on his shirt.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, your breath still jagged.

"your texts got really withdrawn. you didn't seem like yourself, so i knew it had to be something serious, so i came out here to check on you," he states matter-of-factly, trying to keep his voice composed. it breaks his heart seeing you like this. he wishes he could protect you from all the stresses of the world, but he tries to stray strong for both of you.

suddenly he picks you up and carries you towards the bedroom.

“you didn't have to come all the way out here. i'm sorry i've been so weird in my texts, that's my bad,” you assure him.

“i did have to come out here, because i care about you, and i wanna make sure you're ok," he says as he gently lays you on bed. he crawls over to lay on the other side of you, pulling a fuzzy blanket over the top of you both. he scooches closer and wraps his arms around you so he's spooning you before placing a soft kiss on your temple. "now, tell me what's going on?"

“nothing. nothing’s wrong, everything is fine,” you respond, dodging the question.

he lets out a small chuckle. "you know that i did not fly all the way out here just for you to tell me nothing's wrong."

"i've...i've just been really stressed lately. that's all," you say, still not wanting to give him the full truth out of fear of crying again.

"stressed about what?" he inquires. you realize you can't just keep avoiding the question forever so you decide to just answer him.

“i’ve just been really stressed with classes lately,” you begin. “i have finals coming up, and all the studying is making me realize that maybe i haven’t retained as much as i thought. i've been studying for days and days and days, but i still find myself slipping up and forgetting things. i'm just worried i'm going to fail, and i'm starting to think this whole plan of going to school was a silly idea. i just kinda had a breakdown and started questioning if i should even be here.”

minho feels your breathing become unsteady again as you begin to choke back soft sobs.

"hey, hey, hey," he coos gently, running his fingers through your hair. “i'm sorry you've been so stressed. but you have to take a break, for your own sake. i promise you’ve retained more information than you think. each time you study, you’re absorbing the info. i’m sure the only reason it doesn’t feel like it is because you’re overworking yourself. your brain is so tired at this point that any studying you try and do will seem pointless, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t learned anything. you're very smart, you’re just exhausted. you need a break.”

"you're probably right," you concede.

"why didn't you tell me all of this on the phone? we tell each other everything," he asks, bringing you closer to him.

“i didn’t wanna bother you, you’ve been so busy with work,” you respond. you’re not very keen on telling people when something is wrong, preferring to bottle it up and deal with it yourself. this has never been the case when you’re with minho though. you feel safe coming to him, because he always knows the right things to do and say. still, you didn’t want to be a bother to him when you know he has his own stuff going on. “i should have told you though. i’m sorry. i didn't mean for you to come all this way.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” he says, once again stroking your hair lightly. “you also don't ever have to feel like you're bothering me. we're in this together, and that includes the hard times. even if you had told me, i still would have come out here to be with you, so don't feel bad about that. besides, i know you would do the same for me"

"mhm," is all you manage to get out in between sniffles.

"now," he begins. "let's take a break. i’ll run you a hot shower, then we can watch some netflix. after we’re all done relaxing, i can help you study one last time if it would make you feel better about everything. but we have to relax first. i promise you’re not going to fail. you’re following your dreams at the school you've always wanted to get into to, and i couldn’t be more proud of you.”

tears threaten to fall from your eyes once again, only this time it’s not because of stress. this time it’s because you can't believe how lucky you are to have minho in your life. you both look out for each other so well, and it always fills your heart with love and appreciation. you wiggle around so you're facing him.

“thank you,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

minho crawls out bed to stand up. he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, gently setting you down to sit on the counter as he turns on the water, making sure the temperature is just right. he gives you a kiss before leaving you to it.

he makes his way back to your room. he begins picking up and putting away the laundry that’s on your floor before taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen and placing them in the dishwasher. he carefully picks up the notes and books that are scattered around your place and sets them on your desk. after lighting your favorite candle, he picks out your comfiest set of pajama shorts along with another one of his shirts that you stole from him for you to change into after your shower. he turns on the tv in your bedroom and gets your favorite netflix show all queued up and ready to watch, and he brings your favorite snacks and sets them on the nightstand.

he hears the water in the shower turn off and runs to meet you. knocking on the door, he waits for a “come in” before entering. “here’s your towel, i put it in the dryer, so it was nice and warm when you got out.”

“that’s sweet, thank you,” you say with a big smile, taking the towel before he leaves the room again.

you finish drying off, wrap your towel around you, and go to your room. looking around at your apartment, your mouth drops open, noticing how he had taken the time to clean everything up.

“you really didn’t have to do all this,” you say as you slip into the clothes he set out for you.

“i know,” he begins. “but i wanted to. i thought it might help you feel a little better.”

“thank you,” you say with a smile, making your way closer to him before wrapping your arms around his neck. “i really do appreciate all of this. you’re the best.”

you place a long, soft kiss on his lips.

“you’re welcome,” he replies, resting his hands on your waist. “and i really am proud of you. you’re going to do amazing on your test. now…are you ready to relax a little more?”

you grin. “of course!”

minho climbs into bed first and guides you to rest between his legs, so your back is pressed against his chest. he presses play on the remote, and you get lost in the show almost immediately. you’re both so relaxed that you can feel your breathing sync up as minho’s chest rises and falls at the same rate as yours. he begins to trace small designs up and down your arms, feeling your muscles physically relax as you melt further into him. you two remain like this for what feels like an eternity.

“i love you, min” you say softly.

minho places a kiss on top of your head. “i love you, too.”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

can i request a story where gavi comes home and finds his gf the reader crying in the dark? thanks 😊

A bit short but cute enough, I hope this is at your expectations 😊 i had a bit of trouble coming up with something for this so here you go.

Homesick -P.G

Summary: It's one of those days where you are homesick

Have you ever had one of those days where everything's going good, you are fine but still can't help but feel kinda weird? Like... You can't help but feel down, want to cry and just overall feel sad? Better said, a mixed feeling of homesick and lost?

That's what's totally happening to you after looking at a picture your uncle had sent of your late grandad. You had done a bit of clean up, you also did homework and finished in four hours, then you just made a snack and put on Friends with all the lights turned off, the only thing lighting up your face was the TV

You started thinking of your extended family who was away, of your abuela's food, your grandad's jokes you wouldn't hear again and the smallest things you could possibly remember, that much you don't know when you turned off the TV and just stared at it and then you felt yourself cry.

You keep on crying lightly, you were in your own world not even noticing Pablo had came home from training and straight towards you when he saw you crying your eyes out

"Mi vida, why are you crying?" He asked you worried as your eyes snapped to him, sniffling you dried your tears

"Everything's good, amorcito. I'm fine, don't worry. What about training? How was it? I saw Coldplay had been there, you must have been all over the moon"

"And now I'm all over the underground if you don't exactly tell me what happened to you, hermosa. I'm always worrying" He shook his head

"Just feeling a bit down today, I dunno" You shrugged your shoulders "Today's my grandad's fourth year of passing and I miss my family"

"We can always invite your mom and your brothers, include your dogs in the mix"

"I'd love that but I don't mean my close family, Pabs. I don't mean them" You shook your head "I mean my extended fam; my grandma, my tio, mis primos, everything and everyone. I'm missing my little town and my weather. I wanna be there with them for a few days during this time we all get a bit blue, but it'll be impossible"

"You're homesick, mi nena?" He asked pushing your hair behind as you lightly nod "What about we can go there?"

"We can't, mi vida. I have Uni and you have matches to attend"

"Not for much, season is ending we can go a few days, you can visit them, go to your grandad's, take him some flowers" Pablo pushed a stray of your hair behind your ear "walk around your town, anything you want" You look at him still teary eyed

"Would you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Y/N" He smiled as you finally cracked a laugh and the longing feeling started to go away

"Then you gotta tell me when do you have your day offs, so we can plan it"

"Of course, mi vida. You had me scared being alone crying in the dark" You laughed

"I was watching Friends but... I suddenly didn't wanted to anymore"

He hummed letting you know he was trying to come up with something

"How about Flips with milk?" You nod excited feeling him kiss your lips and get up towards the kitchen "And some kisses to cheer you up too?" He asked as you roll your eyes from his smirk, but still nodded and smiled

"You know it!"

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This wasn't proofread, so I'm sorry if there was some misspelled words, I'll look it up thorugh it tomorrow and edit it tho!

Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[bruciemilf]

oh that's ok but batkids reacting to bruce getting hurt in general?

It's such a bizarre feeling for all of them; They all bear marks. Not one bat is without scars; You'd be more of an anomaly if you weren't hurting than if you were.

Jason has his autopsy scars. Dick has calloused hands from all those years of jumping, or deeper memories carved deep in him from his Robin days. Damian carries traces of training where someone his age shouldn't.

They all know; No one with the Wayne name is a stranger to pain.

But Bruce; Bruce has more than all of them. They know, because mending and healing wounds is a family tradition, just as tracing them when snuggling up on a huge bed is.

But they can't conjure a moment in time when Bruce's were fresh. They're all healed and pink and more memory than guests. And it's not as often as them.

It's Tim who figures it out. Those eyes were designed for detail. " You didn't think he took all those vacations to actually relax, right?"

" Bruce's idea of relaxation would send someone in a psych word, so no. So all this time, he went away to...Heal?"

" Something like that. I don't think he'll be successful with this one, thought."

Not even Bruce can walk off a coma.

It wasn't supposed to be that explosive. Bane's twisted little bombs had 5 minutes left on them when Barb checked, and they were supposed to get the hostage to safety on time, and Tim wasn't supposed to miscalculate--

" Your self-employed guilt is no help to anyone, Drake." In Damian language, this passes as It wasn't your fault, so Tim knows him, and knows better, than to put it to heart.

Dick wants the graveyard and sunrise shift, but Jason shuts that down, set in his way. Either they all look after Bruce, or none of them do.

They take turns.

Jason sits by Bruce's bed side with his feet planted deep in the carpet. Shoulders squared, posture ready and stiff for any incoming danger, gun safety off and bullets still hot in their holder. A hell hound made man.

" You're not doing it right."

Tim shoots a dagger of annoyance with his eyes alone, because he hasn't slept in hours, because he's trying to track Bane down, because he needs to send that bastard packing straight to Arkham's smallest cell.

All while maintaining some degree of calm as he tries to change Bruce's bandages, " I'm a genius, not a nurse."

" Maybe if you actually watched Grey's Anatomy like the rest of us normal people, --"

" Just because it helped Bruce get through med school--"

" If you're a selective genius, just say that."

" I'd rather be a part time genius than a full time idiot--"

" Dick!" Jason calls, but, Tim privately thinks he's hoping Bruce would answer, " Timberly's mean to me again!"

" Am not!"

" If you guys don't stop I'll tell B!"

Because he will wake up; He has to. Before Batman, there was Bruce Wayne, and if there's one dog to bet on in Gotham City, it's him.

Cass makes sure Bruce has clean sheets. That his burns are medicated and tamed and watches very closely for any sign of discomfort. Bruce winces at the small cotton ball of alcohol and there's a collective breath of relief.

Alfred makes sure they have sleep. That Jason won't wayward his way into a battle he'll regret and take Damian with him. That Dick actually has some sleep. That Duke and Cass are updated on patrol.

They're fearful. Every breath they take are like small stones stacked up on top, waiting to drop to the core of their bellies as a week passes and there's no sign of Bruce even flinching anymore.

Of course, when he does, -- because he always does, -- it's when they bicker. Tim can't remember who started it. He said something, and then Damian tossed a snarky comment because he's mean when he's scared, and --

" Can you be nice to eachother for 10 minutes?"

They all jump on him; He hisses, every numb nerve in his muscles buzzing back to life, but he's being squeezed and embraced and hugged in the ground by his kids, so it's not the worst fate in the world.

" Did I miss something?"

" Jason crushed the Batmobile."

" TIM!"

[stillbeatingheart]

thought about burning the past (chapter 2)

Also on ao3

Summary: Billy is a cat, Eddie is a bat, and Steve is just trying to keep everyone alive now that they are again.

I don't see any warnings that apply, but this is post Upside Down, established polycule, Harringroveson, also it's crack so don't take it seriously

Chapter one

Chapter two under the cut:

Billy's got it made.  No job.  No school.  No father.  No social constructs to adhere to.  So he’s gotta put up with Eddie’s constant chipping and chattering all day.  His attempt at stunts that he can’t pull off.  And his crash landings onto Billy’s belly.  But if Billy wants affection, all he has to do is climb up in Steve’s lap.  If he wants food, all he has to do is brush against Steve’s ankles.  If he wants attention without physical contact, he just hops up to the counter and knocks shit off to the floor.  His biggest expenditure of energy on any given day is having to move every so often to follow the sunny spots on the floor, or the couch, or the table, or the counter, or the bookshelf, or Steve’s bed.  It’s just really not that bad of a trade-off.  

Billy spent his life, after his mom left, being the sole focus of Neil’s anger.  Trying to fit into what his father expected of him.  Then he finally had a plan, a summer job, and a savings account to get the hell out of Hawkins and out of Neil’s house in the Fall for college.  Only to have the Upside Down fuck that all up.  He has no idea how long he was down there.  He spent all of it in some weird comatose state where his mind was bogged down with visions of things he wasn’t using his own eyes to see.  Surrounded by false reality and being kept alive by the Mind Flayer for some super special evil plan to take over the world or whatever stupid shit villains are always after.  Billy doesn’t care, he doesn’t need to know, and he wants no part of stopping it if it ever comes down to some heroic action necessary.  He already played the hero card by trying to fight the Spider Monster with his bare hands.  And he died.  Or sort of died.  

So why the hell would he want to go back to his human form?  That’d be stupid.  Nothing good has ever come of being in his skin.  Maybe the fur is the way to go.

Billy rolls over onto his back, kicks his legs up and closes his eyes.  That’s the other great part about being a cat, he can sleep.  He can sleep anywhere, any time, and in any position.  

Eddie doesn’t seem to be any worse or better off either.  He doesn’t seem in any rush to get back to his human body.  He’s terrible at those wings and Billy thinks it’s a waste that he’s the one who gets to fly.  Though if Billy had wings, he’d be the fuck out of here.  Going back to nature and surviving that way without the smallest trace of a human life at any point.  

Billy’s left back leg twitches and wakes him, just enough to blink one eye and make sure Munson is still hooked on the ceiling light and not about to dive-bomb Billy’s belly.  

He’s a good looking cat if he does say so himself.  Of course his soft fluff is irresistible to Eddie and Steve.  Steve has a bad habit of messing up the fur on the top of his head, running his palm back and forth like Billy is a dog asking for a head scratching.  But all Billy has to do is give him a glare, lick his paw and smooth the fur back out for him to get it.  Not that it stops him the next time.  The idiot always smiles when he’s scratching Billy’s head, so if he has to admit it, then it’s not bad trade.  

The licking though.  That’s the biggest downside.  Licking his own body to get clean, and getting fur-balls stuck in his throat.  Of course, he just pukes them up on Steve’s sock or in his shoe or something anyway, so at least it’s amusing.  For Billy.  And Billy is truly all that matters.

Eddie appears to still be sleeping.  Lazy fuck.  Billy closes his eye again and makes himself comfortable.  He wonders if Eddie is starting to miss anyone, maybe his uncle.  Billy only met him once but he seemed like an actual decent human being - which is a strange new concept for Billy when it comes to adult males.  And maybe Eddie’s missing his bandmates or his nerd club.  For being a freak and an outcast, the guy’s got a pretty big group of friends.  

Billy doesn’t miss a fucking soul.  He never did.  Except for Steve and Eddie.  When he was allowed reign over his own mind, it would always drift to the two of them.  Then one day Eddie appeared there too, Billy couldn’t tell him to run, to stop fighting and just get the fuck out.  He couldn’t tell Steve either.  Or any of the idiots that kept coming down there.  He couldn’t say a thing.  The one small mercy the Mind Flayer had on him was not to use him as a weapon against anyone other than Max.  Max is one thing, Billy knows she’s a tough bird, he’d never tell her that, but he knew that she’d see through the Mind Flayer’s shit when he was using Billy as a puppet.  If Billy had been used against Steve or Eddie, he’s not sure they’d have fared so well.  As it was, Eddie didn’t exactly fare well considering he also “died”. 

They couldn’t communicate with each other down there.  They could see each other through the Mind Flayer’s eyes though.  It was much worse watching Eddie trapped than it was being trapped.  

Then one day the captivity was severed and they were here, in Steve’s place, in bodies that didn’t belong to them.  It was like waking up after a super long and vivid nightmare only to realize that shit was still not right.  Billy doesn’t really care though, he’s not Upside Down anymore and being a cat just ain’t that bad.  

He refuses to speak though.  He did it once when they were alone, just to see if Eddie could understand him, and he sounded so fucking stupid meowing that he never tried it again.  He can’t control the purrs, doesn’t really mind them either since they’re truly soothing for both him and Steve.  Maybe Eddie too.  Not that he'd know since Eddie always chooses the moments of deep relaxation to interrupt in increasingly more obnoxious ways.  

Billy slants one eye open, sometimes just thinking of the asshole makes him act up, like Billy’s brain pokes Eddie’s with a little needle every time he dares think his name.  Eddie’s wing is over his face.  Perfect.

Billy gives in this time.  Allowing himself to fall deep into sleep, his purring the only sound in the room.  And then a bowling ball falls on his bared belly.

His body reacts, curving into a shape that only a cat body can, grabbing Munson by the head with his claws and pushing into his body with his back-feet.  Billy holds him there for a second, right in close to his face, bares his teeth and glares.  He waits until the cocky little light in Eddie’s eyes gives way to a tiny flash of real fear and then he pushes him away.  Eddie rolls across the floor, under the couch and squawks, the type of chatter that sounds like a little kid tattling on another.  

“Fuck you, Munson,” Billy sighs as he lowers himself back down to the ground on his side.  he flips his tail and waits.  Knowing he’ll come out soon, he’ll make himself small and act all shy while he approaches Billy, like his animal nature is what made him do it and he was not in control of his actions at all.

“Fuck you too,” Eddie responds and then nearly shouts, “Wait, I just understood you!” as he’s scrabbling across the floor on his wings and feet, “Did you understand me?  I just heard you, Billy, I got that, and it was in English, tell me you got me too.”

Billy lifts his paw, keeping his claws in and holding it in the air over Eddie’s head.  Eddie cowers back a bit, stands on his feet and opens his wings to show that he’s innocent at the moment and not planning any attacks.  He tilts his head to the side and wonders again, “Can you understand me?”

“Yes,” Billy admits begrudgingly, “and it was much more peaceful before that happened, so let’s go back to just chirps and shit.”

“Ha ha Hargrove,” Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a step closer.  Billy keeps his paw hovering in the space between them. “Okay, I get it, I’m annoying.  But I don’t deserve to die - again - just for disrupting your sleep.”

Billy snorts, pushes his claws out.

“Fine.  Fine.  Maybe I do considering I’ve been doing it daily for weeks now.  But it’s so funny when you startle, you make it like a full two inches off the ground and your’e just a big furball and not at all the intimidating figure you are as a man, I have to get my shots in when I can take them.” 

Billy sneers, showing his teeth and Eddie takes another step back.

“I didn’t say not at all intimidating, I only said not as intimidating.  Or something close to that, hey, that’s not what we should be focusing on.  We can understand each other!  Billy, we can understand each other!  That’s fucking metal, man, c’mon, we’re one step closer to figuring this all out, and I haven’t heard your voice in so, so long that I almost forgot what it sounded like so can you say something now and interrupt me so I know I’m not imagining this?”

“Fuck off Munson,” Billy responds but finally puts his paw down on the carpet, kneading into it a few times before laying his chin on top of it.  If bats could smile, Eddie’s dimples would be showing by now.  

He hobbles over on his wings and feet, nudges Billy’s face with his own and admits, “I love when you cuss me out, baby.”

Billy could probably admit that he missed hearing Eddie’s voice, that he missed being able to speak.  Instead, he licks his sandpaper tongue right up the center of Eddie’s face.  Eddie squawks in protest and spreads his wings out wide to throw them over Billy’s face and attach himself there.  

Inevitably it starts a brawl, they're still at it when Steve opens the door and steps in.  Steve sighs, runs a hand through his hair, points a finger at them and opens his mouth to reprimand but Eddie hollers, “He started it!”

“I doubt that,” Steve responds.  Then freezes.  Completely.  The fact that he just understood what Eddie said dawning on his face, his mouth falling open and his eyes bugging. “Wait, did you just… did I just… can we understand each other now?  Or I guess you’ve probably understood me the whole time, right?  But can I…”

“Yeah, baby!” Eddie responds from where he’s still trying to push Billy’s paw off his belly, pinning him to the floor.

Billy only releases him when Eddie decides to nip at his toe.  He whacks Eddie across the face with his claws in, then gets up to walk over and sit on his sunny window ledge.  He needs a bath after all those bat germs got all over him.  And he’s not sure how he feels about this new development.  Being one step closer to being human again seems a lot more negative than positive.  He wants no part in figuring it out.

chapter 3

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Omg hello again miss😍😍😍

Im here to annoy you with my req so...

I'll describe reader first, she's an obedient girl, like anyone who order her to do something- she'll do it, doesn't matter who they are,,, its either she's afraid to that person or she love that person so much or maybe she oblige them so that they won't look at her with dissapointed eyes(which she hate so much) Her personality is.. (can't describe it well) soft hearted, innocent being and is like "the sunshine" for everyone.

I want to see Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Beel, Loki, Apollo and Hermes reacting to her☹️

This sounds kind of like Baby-5, only with less murderous tendencies lol.

-Sunshine was the perfect way to describe you, warm, bright, and gentle. You were always gentle and polite, always willing to help others.

-But sometimes others, both friends and those who didn’t know you, worried about you, because you always seemed to go out of your way to help others, even if you didn’t want to do something.

-You were terrified of letting others down, something you grew up with, after your parents abandoned you for being ‘useless’, claiming you couldn’t do anything right, while in reality they abandoned you because they didn’t have enough food to go around, and you were the smallest.

-Ever since then, even after you passed and ascended to Valhalla, you always did your best to please others, doing whatever was asked of you.

-You hated being looked at with disappointed eyes, hated it more than anything in the world, just seeing someone looking at you like that is enough to send you into a panic attack.

-However, a god took a shine to you, seeing how hard you work, not realizing the severity of why you help others.

-He saw that you were so warm and bright, and so gentle, you were a perfect woman, a perfect marriage partner. You were adorably shy with some things, like when he would ask to hold hands, you would do so while looking away from him, your face blazing bright red. However, he would never force you to do something that you didn’t want to, but when he was testing a theory, after a report came in, he told you to do something you were against and you looked so terrified to disappoint him, not so much not wanting to do the task. He realized your fears early on, not wanting to disappoint others, and so to counteract this, so nobody would take advantage of you, he told you to only listen to him, and nobody else.

            -Hades, Thor, and Hermes

-You were obedient, following all of his instructions and doing everything you could to please him, beaming brightly up at him when you completed a task. He originally compared you to a dog, doing things in exchange for praise and head pats, but when you failed to do a task, not being strong enough to do so, you collapsed in a heap, covering your head, begging for forgiveness, refusing to look at him, refusing to look at the disappointment in his eyes. This surprised him, seeing your terror over disappointing him, and after looking into your past, finding out the reason you were like this and confirming it with a few more tests, he realized he could manipulate you. He gave the order for you to listen to only his orders and that you were to never take orders from anyone else. You followed his order, refusing everyone else, something he praised you for which made you beam and melt under his affections, and in turn, he would tell you to dote on him, showering him with your warm affections. He wasn’t going to share you with anyone else, and you were going to do what you were told, so you didn’t disappoint him again.

            -Poseidon, Beelzebub, Loki, and Apollo

[jifanjiang0710]

Warning: Manga spoilers!

"Miss Makima?"

"Hm?"

"What am I to you?"

One rule to abide when conversing with Makima is to never look into her eyes. Never trust the fake security they hold, for if you do, then you are nothing more than her mouse. Her helpless, obedient Country Mouse.

She pauses her caresses of your hair, and she says your name ever so softly. "Look at me."

From all those years of being with her, you know to avoid eye contact.

"Why do you doubt me?" She's redirecting. Best to humour it.

"When you obtain the Chainsaw Devil," one of her dogs shift, "and when you have it eat War, Death and Famine..."

"Once I have created the perfect world, I will rule over mortals and devils alike. I will become their God."

Death. War. Famine. Control. Out of the four horsemen, you do not doubt as to who should remain. Yet once her sisters are gone, what will become of you? If her plans are to become the singular omniscient, omnipotent entity of the world, there will be no one to stand as her equal.

"What about Chainsaw?" Just thinking of him made you unhappy. The humans might call it jealousy, but you recognise it as an acknowledgement of unworthiness. What has he done to enrapture her so, when you have been the one to trail after her like a collared dog for countless millennia?

"Ah. He will be directly under my command, my most loyal subordinate."

You are hurt, more than you would like to admit. Makima does not care for her dogs, but you could at least hope she loved you only a fraction of what you feel for her. In the end, it will be her, and Chainsaw Devil, and the world. No place for you.

You take great care to show no outward reaction. She will pick up on the smallest of details, a trait that could potentially greatly complicate your life.

Makima resumes her actions of running her fingers through your hair, coaxing you into her lap. Exhaustion prompts you to close your eyes. In the split second between semi-consciousness and sleep, you remember that she hadn't answered you initial question.

"Dear [Name]," she laughs to who who cannot hear. "Please do not worry, for even a god requires someone to rule by His side."

[mariamastermind]

TTPD is Speak Now grown up, and I think that’s why I love it sm

Long Live / I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

“Seems like I’ve been uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be” / “and no you can’t come to the wedding”

“Oh, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little” / “said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me”

Shaky breath in The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / shaky breath in Last Kiss

“In the heat of your electric touch” / “there was danger in the heat of my touch”

“Your eyes whispered ‘have we met’” / “tell me about the first time you saw me”

“I can see you, waiting down the hall for me” / “I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you”

“Flash forward and we’re taking on the world together” / “in a brink of wrinkle in time”

“Please don’t be in love with someone else” / “I love you it’s ruining my life”

“Who you are is not what you did” / “but you are what you did”

“It’s alright, just wait and see, your string of lights are still bright to me” / “I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist, I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift”

“I feel like my castle’s crumbling down” / “even statues crumble if they’re made to wait”

“Don’t forget, don’t forget about me” / “and i just don’t understand how you don’t miss me in the black dog”

“And you’ll be drunk in a bar talking over a football game with those same loud opinions but nobody’s listening” / “and I watch as you walk into some bar called the black dog” / “so when I touch down call the ameturs and cut them from the team, ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby I’m the one to beat”

“She should keep in mind stealing other people’s toys on the playground don’t make you any friends” / “just say when I’ll play again, he was my best friend down at the sandlot”

[letters-from-dekarios]

Gale;

By the time this letter arrives in Waterdeep I will have already departed from Candlekeep. I have found several tomes relevant to your interests and have copied what I can, though given my inability to withdraw books from the athenaeum it may be wise for you to visit yourself.

We should return together, when you are free of your students.

You may tell Tara to stand down - I have been informed that my good friend Arnold the Dog already has an owner, and that if I try to smuggle him out of the city again neither you or I would be permitted entry in future.

Be grateful I prefer you to the dog.

To say that I have missed you would be an understatement. These few tendays I have spent within the library have been the longest I can remember.

I remain unsure that my research will be seen as adequate. I do not doubt your faith in me my love, though I am forever uncertain about what the world may think of an academic Bhaalspawn. I fear that you may be the only learned man who forgives me my lineage, and though I am not surprised I am…

Distraug-

Devast-

Disappointed.

We will be passing through Baldur’s Gate soon enough, I will give Jaheira your best. It will be strange to see the city without you beside me.

With all the love I have to give;

Dreuer.

P.S. if you try to trick me into using a filing system again I will start moving the bookmarks around in your books when you aren’t looking.

P.P.S. i look forward to seeing what part of you you inadvertently dyed purple. I have several ideas, none of them suitable to be committed to ink and parchment.

Loveliest Dreuer,

It pleases me greatly that you were able to find such information. Even the smallest of copied words is enough to begin another journey in my studies. I am sure it is plenty to begin with and will provide a good starting point to search for more if I ever have the chance to visit myself.

Once the summer sun rises and the students have taken their break, perhaps we can make the journey. I still have much to do, and much to prepare, but I can never pass down an adventure for the literary arts.

Tara will be pleased to know this! However, I have several questions as to how exactly you found out Arnold had an owner. If you risk my chance to visit the Athenaeum, I shall be thoroughly disappointed.

I have missed you greatly so, my love. The longer I spend within my books without your embrace, the more weary I become. Though I know you are safe, I only wish to be by your side.

Trust when I say that your lineage is likely the least surprising thing any academic society could come across! They simply judge others for where they cannot judge themselves. I understand your perception of it is and will forever be worlds different than my own, but you truly have nothing to become anxious over. I know you may hate that I would do so, for pride or ego, but I would use my name in a heartbeat if anyone attempted to discredit your research. I know, as well as any other person, how much effort you’ve put into this- if that doesn’t change the minds of even the most heartless, I’m not sure what will.

What matters the most is not what others think, my love, but what you think. Be satisfied with your works, and be joyous in your research. Only you can pave your path forward to academic achievements- and I know you well enough to have full confidence that you will accomplish all you set your heart to.

I’ll send coin for you to use within the city. I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Buy Jaheira a drink, or yourself something if you’d like. I have gone too long without spoiling you since you’ve been away, allow me to make up for it even in such a small dose.

The heart that belongs to only you,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. If you even think of moving my bookmarks I will force the Netherese orb back into my body and use it. [ there is a small angry face drawn next to the text to convey that he is joking. probably. ]

P.P.S. Now I am going to lock you out of the tower until it returns to normal. I shall also solely blame this on you for not letting me label things. This is why we need the filing system.

[ there is an half-inked feline paw-print stamped at the corner of the page, some small splashes of ink surrounding it, indicating Tara was very much a part of the process in writing the letter. ]

text reads: gale dekarios