#sorry its taking a bit to get through the asks

[familyvideostevie]

alright, hear me out. i looked through the prompts list and can we give roommate!steve a little airtime beCAUSE—

trying to not hit anything or each other, when there is a power outage and it’s way too dark

— is SO steve coded. i wanna see this man during a power outage. please and thank you. i love you.

hi baby. here you go. sorry it took so long. it is the first thing i have written in about 6 weeks so apologies for it's roughness. i adore you. thank you for helping me give steve Harrington his triumphant return. | fluff, 1.3k, roommates!au

Summer storms in the Midwest always take you by surprise. The never-ending expanse of blue sky becomes crowded with swirling grey clouds without warning and everything stills, like the very fabric of time is holding its breath. Until the dam bursts and rain pounds on your windows, the roof, the pavement with wild abandon. Deep, rumbling thunder follows bright flashes of lightning.

You find it relaxing. A steady, reliable chaos into which you settle without complaint.

Well, usually. Your roommate, Robin -- a talkative and whip-smart girl who makes you laugh-- enjoys storms just as much as you do. It's one of the only times she settles, so you often read side-by-side in companionable silence. Sometimes, if you're feeling bold, you'll both dance in the rain.

But Robin is on some six-month trip for brilliant people and she's left you with a subletter.

"My best friend Steve," she'd said. "Come on, I talk about him all the time. You basically know him."

It's true. Robin is full of stories and this Steve is in most of them. A funny, brave, well-intentioned guy who is a bit of an idiot and has a great head of hair.

And now he's living in the other bedroom. And he's hot. And he always does his dishes and remembers to put the seat down after you scolded him once for doing otherwise and you have a crush on him.

It's annoying. He's been here for like, three weeks and keeps asking you where the spoons are and you like him.

But Steve? You are learning that Steve does not like summer storms.

In the few you've had since he arrived you've noticed that he paces, or sits in the living room with the television turned up high, or something noisy. You've never asked him about it because honestly, he could be much worse as far as roommates go.

You can hear his radio through the wall and it's making it hard to focus on your book. You should really go to sleep but this chapter is really good and does he have to be so loud? Maybe you should get up and ask him to keep it down --

A flash of lightning makes it seem like daylight in your room for a brief moment and then everything is dark. Everything.

"Fuck," you say. The power must have gone out. A clap of thunder so loud it feels like your building shakes startles you. You hear a shout from the other side of the wall.

It's not as hard as you'd expect to feel your way to your bedroom door in the dark. You manage to do so without injury apart from bumping your hip on your dresser.

But when you open your door you smack into a solid wall of warmth. Your fingers grasp for purchase and find none -- only bare skin.

"Jesus Christ --" Steve says. He manages to prevent you both from falling over and holds you at arm's length in the dark. "What are you doing?" His voice is tight and he squeezes your shoulders once before releasing you.

"Uh," you say. You're certain that he's not wearing a shirt. You can feel that he's not wearing a shirt. "The power went out."

He huffs. "Wow, thank you. I had no idea."

You wish it wasn't dark so you could see his face. Three weeks hasn't been enough time to learn all of his expressions. "Were you sleeping?"

It feels like a dumb question considering how loud his music was.

"Yeah," he says. "Obviously I was sleeping. It's like, 1 am."

"Just go back to sleep. If you can, under the volume of your radio."

You imagine him wincing. "Sorry," he says. "I don't, uh. Sleep well during --"

Lighting illuminates the hall and you see him for one brilliant second, messy hair, bare chest rising and falling, boxers slung low. Boxers with...are those...bananas? Then: darkness, thunder. You sense his flinch.

"That," he says flatly.

A smile creeps its way onto your face and you allow it because he can't see. The fact that this guy, your temporary roommate, your sort-of crush, is afraid of thunderstorms fills your chest with warmth. It's endearing. It's adorable. It makes you like him so much more.

You ease past him and into the dark of the rest of the apartment.

"Woah, woah," Steve says. "Where are you going?" You hear him follow you and immediately run into something. He curses. You keep your hands out to avoid the same fate.

"You okay?" you call back.

"Why do we have so much furniture?" he grumbles. "Fuck, that hurt."

You don't correct him that we actually means you and Robin.

"Watch where you're going," you say lightly.

"Oh, ha, ha."

Careful steps take you closer to your destination. "Go look for candles in the kitchen," you tell him. "They're in the drawer by the trash."

"Uh, okay," Steve says. He bumps into things with quiet curses on his way as you look for the matches that should be in the closet. "Why? You could just go back to bed. I'm fine."

You chew on your lip. He's right. But you want to hang out with him. The dark makes you honest. "The thunder is loud," you say. "I won't be able to sleep. We might as well hang out."

He laughs, the first genuine one all night. "Oh, you want to hang out? In the dark? You know what this sounds like, right?"

Ah, the famous Harrington charm Robin has told you about. It makes your cheeks feel hot and you can't hide a smile. Steve ruins the moment by running into something again.

"Fuck! Jesus --"

"Steve, be careful."

"I can't see anything!"

You sigh and finally find the matches. Box in hand, you carefully make your way to the kitchen, your eyes adjusting just a little and making it easier.

Steve is looking in the wrong drawer. You should just tell him so, but instead you reach for him, fingers circling his wrist and dragging it to the right one. His skin is warm under yours, the back of his hand softer than you'd thought it would be. You open the drawer together and hear the candles roll around inside.

His face is a dark outline but you focus on the dark and think you see his eyes. You wish you could see him.

"Found them," he says. You're much closer than you realized, so close you feel his breath on your cheek. Steve leans in -- or maybe it's you, you have no idea, and your noses brush. He puts a hand on your hip, fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shirt and burning you like a brand.

Your eyes slide close and you miss the flash but not the boom that follows, sending you both about a foot in the air and away from each other.

"Shit," you gasp. Steve laughs and you join in, giggling in the dark like teenagers.

Maybe this is a one-night thing, the darkness making you both a little lonelier and a little braver. But you've got months more of him and the idea of spending that time being something more than just roommates? It's appealing, to say the least.

You reach for Steve in the dark and he must have been doing the same because your fingers tangle without much effort.

"Come on," you say. "Let's light the candles and sit on the couch. I'm sure the power will come back on eventually."

He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. "Okay," he says, a smile in his voice. "Don't let me run into anything."

You grin at him in the dark and hope that come morning he'll be familiar with it in the light, as well. "Don't worry, Steve," you tell him. "I've got you."

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[denjilvrr]

[5:16 PM] ATSUMU MIYA

“cmon y/n we are gonna be late!” atsumu said rushing you towards the door. you were already ready to go, but he decided to take an extra long shower before his game.

“nobody told you to take 45 minutes in the shower,” you mention as you guys stand in the door way while he tries to gather all his things. “i lost track of time, my coach is gonna kill me if im late again.” atsumu said as he struggled to put his shoes on.

these past couple of days atsumu has been late to practice and today is game day, he cant afford to be late. his coach told him he has one more chance or he wont be starting in todays game, hopefully giving atsumu a push to come on time.

but no, atsumu decided to take his time to shower and when he realized he had 10 minutes to meet with the team he freaked out. “why didnt you tell me to hurry?!?” he asked frantically, grabbing his keys and jogging out the door.

you kept up with him as he scrambled to get to the car, dropping things within the apartment hallways. “because I didn't want you to tell me I was nagging you..” you said. when you rush atsumu he becomes very disorganized, and you didn't want to be the one he blames for “forgetting something.” though he doesn't really mean it when he blames you, it's just he doesn't like being the one who's at fault.

atsumu sped through the streets just to try to make it to the bus on time. with one minute to spare atsumu gave you a kiss on the cheek ran out the car into the gym. “see you in a bit!”

you laughed as you see him run into the gym, getting into the drivers seat to drive to the actual location of the game.

—

you take a seat in the bleachers, waiting for the team to arrive, and when you see them walk through the doors all their fans start cheering. your boyfriend has a very serious look on his face, yet when he sees you he smiled and waved.

everyone knew you guys were dating so it was cute to everyone when they seen the serious face turn into a genuine smile just seeing you. he gave you a thumbs up meaning everything was good. you smiled to yourself as the ge started, ready to see your boyfriend win.

hey guys!! sorry its not that long I just had the urge to write and thought I might post something really quick

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

girl like you 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as kidnapping, marital discord, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a fight with your husband leads to an unexpected situation.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

"Marge," you struggle to keep the exasperation from your voice, "that's not how it works. It's a civil dispute, not criminal--" 

"They signed a contract," the blonde dictator bites back at you. 

"Right, and we're going through the appropriate channels to have there violations dealt with--" 

"Ugh, whatever," she throws the folder at you, "shoulda know better. I heard you never even passed the bar." 

You catch the file before the papers can flutter out. You scowl at her as she pushes her hands out in frustration and stomps her pink heel. You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You never got to take the bar, you got married. Like her. Maybe you should ask about the dust on her English degree. 

"And that lipstick is tacky. It looks awful with your skin tone," she snarls as she rams a manicured nail in your direction, huffing and spin, taking off like a tornado towards the rest of the doll-like HOA clones. 

You look down as you shuffle the papers straight and shrug. You've never quite fit in. This place is like high school 2.0. You never have the right clothes or the right makeup, and no matter how much you primp, your hair just won't behave. You don't know why you bother. 

Well, it's something to do. A hobby in your mostly empty life. Brock promised you it wouldn't be like this. To his defence, you're the idiot who believed him. 

Your husband hasn't exactly kept his promises, has he? You leave through the gate, not bothering with the niceties. You're certain your dismissal was thoroughly witnessed. Besides, the meeting is as good as done. 

You wait by the curb, a text sent to Brock. Your feet kill in these slingbacks. You hate those as much as you hate the mascara that makes your lashes stick. 

The black car comes down the street and you open the door, dropping inside with a puff. You rest the folder in your lap and roll your eyes back against a repressed yawn. You shut the door and buckle your belt. 

"Hey, honey," you greet your husband. "How was your day?" 

"Busy," Brock answers curtly. 

"Oh, did you have dinner? I left it in the oven to reheat--" 

"Your my wife, you're the one who warms my dinner," he insists. 

Your nostrils flare and you look away. This is exactly what you dreaded the day you accepted that ring. All those years of schooling and you threw it away for an empty vow. 

"Alright, I'll turn the stove on when I get in--" 

"How was it? You're early. You didn't stay for drinks?" 

"I'm tired." 

"So? Five years and what do you have to show for it? Like I wanna hear about those dumb bitches at the barbecue? No, I wanna hear about my wife. About everything she's doing for the neighbourhood." 

"Don't talk like that," your murmur. If he thinks they're dumb, what does he think of you? 

"Don't tell me what to do," he snorts, "you know, you might be a little happier if you put in a little effort. Not like I don't bust my ass so you can buy nice dresses and yet you're still wearing this." 

He reaches over and tugs your skirt. It's one of your favourite dresses. You don't see an issue with it, other than it might be a bit past its prime. Besides, he does make a lot of money but you're the one who counts it and makes sure the bills get paid. There isn't room for you to buy Chanel. 

"Sorry," you mutter towards the window. 

"Don't be sorry, do better," he rolls the steering wheel as he rolls around the cul de sac. 

Your chest sinks and your lip twitches. Do better. You're tired of hearing that. You're tired of trying. You're just tired. 

"Stop the car," you demand as you sit up. 

"What?" He scoffs.  

"Stop the car and let me out--" 

"We're almost home." 

"I said let me out of the car," you snarl, "now!" 

He slams on the breaks so hard, you nearly smack into the dashboard. You hit the button on the seat belt and let it rebel. You grab the folder and throw it on the dash so the pages scatter. 

"You can turn a fucking dial," you snip and push the door open. 

He catches your arm, his grip tight and unbending, "where are you going?" 

"I don't know. Anywhere but here." 

"Don't be fucking stupid, get back in the car," he commands. 

"Let go!" 

"You're being stupid--" 

"Like always, right?" You spit at him and wriggle free, his nails scratching you hotly. "I'm done. I can't make you happy and I'm tired of trying." 

You get out and swing the door shut. You grip the strap of your purse, still hooked over your shoulder, and turn on your heel. You click down the sidewalk as he revs and jolts forward, following you. 

"Babe, get back in the car," he calls through the window. 

You ignore him and stomp on, nearly bending your ankle as you do. 

"Stop PMSing and get in the damn car!" He speeds up, almost driving past you, "don't make me tell you again." 

You keep quiet and march on. His brakes scrape to a halt and the car door opens and closes. You hear him behind you. You speed up to evade him. 

"You always gotta make everything a fucking task--" 

He grabs onto your purse and yanks you back, nearly knocking you on your ass. You cry out and face him, tugging on the bag as you play tug-of-war on the sidewalk. The sudden woop startles both of you and the purse drops to the ground.  

You look over as the cruiser pulls up. You know the car number and the face above the wheel. The same on that patrols the suburb. The HOA buys Sheriff Bodecker a special Christmas turkey every year and several other throughout to mark even the most redundant holidays. He's firmly in the pocket of the Stepford robots. 

"Everything okay over here?" Bodecker drawls as he rolls down his window.  

"Yes," Brock answers in tandem with your "no." 

Your husband sighs, "just a marital spat, sir, you know how it is." 

You grimace and shake your head. You pick up the purse as Brock looms close, "nothing to worry about Sheriff," you stand and swoop the bag over your elbow. "Thanks." 

"Babe," Brock says, "let's go home." 

"No," you retort and turn around, continuing on your way. 

You hear a footstep and another wail of the cruiser's siren, "sir, I'm gonna have to ask you not to follow the lady. She said no. She probably just needs to cool off." 

You shake your head and continue on. Brock's voice croaks but he can't summon words. He growls and backs off. 

As you continue down the block, tires slowly turn on the tarmac and you glance over at the sheriff keeps a light foot on the gas, "ma'am, you wanna get in? I'll take ya to the station to settle your mind." 

"It's fine, sheriff," you say, "thank you." 

"Now, miss, I don't mean to frighten you but I gotta," he insists, "I can't just drive off in case your husband decides to follow. I only wanna get you outta the way do he don't do anything dumb." 

"Sheriff, I--" you stop and your soles aches from the high arches of your shoes, "he wouldn't..." 

"Y'all were pretty heated back there," he says, "I'm not saying what would happen, but I'd feel better knowin' you're not wandering the streets alone." 

You chew your tongue and look back and forth. Brock watches from down the street, leaning on his car. You know he's just waiting for Bodecker to take off so he can do exactly what the policeman suggests. 

"Thank you, sir," you step towards the curb, "I appreciate that." 

"Anything for a good lady like yerself," he nods, "'fraid you're gonna have to ride piggy back though." 

He shifts into park and gets out. He opens the back door and you teeter at the edge of the pavement. You never pictured yourself in the back of a police car but it's preferable to the alternative. 

[hazel-islivingtrash]

Hi...if you don't mind, can I ask something from JJK? What do you think are Gojo and Geto’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Also, what are your fav stsg moments? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

Oh man this is such a loaded question 😭 Sorry it took me a while to get to this, I had to take some time to think about it. I’ve never really been asked these before so it was interesting to think about!

I think Gojo’s personality strengths lie in the fact that when he cares deeply for others, he will do everything in his ability to keep them safe. We can see this when he runs himself into the ground trying to keep Riko safe while they’re on vacation to when he puts his own life on the line to help his students and keep them away from the higher ups’ grasp as best as he can.

His weaknesses though I think come from his complex of “being the strongest” leading to him to struggle under that title. I believe he finds it hard to disconnect himself from that title, and the only person that truly saw him for him was Geto, so when he defected it only made things worse for him. After Geto left, leaving with his famous parting words “Are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest, or are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru.” it probably only perpetuated the problem in his head, especially after he failed to save Riko. If he truly was the strongest, how are all of these people that he cares for leaving him? 

When it comes to Geto, it’s a bit tricker to decipher his strengths and weaknesses. I think his strengths definitely come from his moral compass, as skewed as that becomes after he defects. When he truly believes in something, like he said, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. He attacks Jujutsu High in an attempt to chase his goal, but doesn’t kill Inumaki and the others when they come to stop him since they are young sorcerers and would only be beneficial to his cause in the long run if he was able to turn them over to his side.

But, I think a really prominent weakness of his also comes from that moral compass, and the blindness it causes him. Initially, he’s very for protecting the weak and non-sorcerers of society, but when that is slowly chipped away at, he’s left lost and wondering, leading to him having that mental break when he finds the twins. He put his belief so strongly into protecting the weak, yet the “weak” turned around and did that to two children. He puts his faith in this new belief that non-jujutsu sorcerers are a stain on society and should be cleansed from the earth which ultimately leads to his downfall.

Their dynamic makes me cry so much, it’s tragic. I feel like they see the real person behind the powers and cursed techniques in one another. Yes, they play jokes and annoy the other (mainly Gojo to Geto) but at the end of the day they still care deeply for each other. That even goes through Geto leaving. There’s no way in my opinion that Gojo COULDN’T kill him in the 10 years he was gone, I feel like he couldn’t bring himself to do so. If Geto didn’t declare war and try to take Rika, I feel like he could have gone on much longer without Gojo ending him. Gojo still has some trust in Geto even after everything, and I think that speaks volumes into how deep their connection runs.

To that point, a favorite stsg moment of mine has to be when Geto’s body instinctively fights back against Kenjaku (the first body to ever do so) to protect Gojo. While yes, I wish it was actually him doing that, the fact that his body did that on its own is incredible. Some of my other favorite moments include: the beach scene, when Geto is confronting and checking in on Gojo after he hadn’t dropped his technique, but Gojo assures him it’s fine because he was there too; Geto just calling Satoru’s name (the way he says it is to die for); and do I even need to say the end scene at the end of JJk zero gets me everytime? Because it does. There's more but those are the standout ones to me :))

But yeah! Hopefully I answered everything :) lmk if you want me to explain anything better ❤️❤️ Thank you for your questions!!

[aswefindourwayback]

Authors note: hi guys! this is my first fic for spencer, but i’ve been writing fics for another fandom for a bit. i watched all of criminal minds back in 2020 and have recently gotten back into it and wanted to write something for spencer. this fic is a bit short and like my intro into the fandom. i hope yall like it! feedback is always appreciated as well.

wc: 625

warnings: a bit of fingering

it had been a long day. spencer left early in the morning, not without lightly kissing your neck and adding his hand around your waist. his warm breath caressing your neck, his hand roaming your body, slowly making its way lower and lower down your front. he lightly swept his finger against your clothed clit, making you whine and squirm. you moved your hips forward, silently begging spencer for more. he took the hint and slipped his hand under the front of your panties, inching his way towards where you needed him most. you were practically soaking, your thighs were sticky with your slick. matty softly and slowly rubbed your clit with one finger, slightly teasing you.

“please spence, more. i need more.” you whined.

who was he to deny his favorite girl? he then moved his hand further down, inserting a finger into your cunt, slowly pumping in and out. it felt good but you needed more, you needed to feel him. matty then inserted another finger and started pumping his fingers a bit faster. you could feel yourself hurtling towards your orgasm. just a bit more and you were going to be there. you could feel your stomach turning and tightening at once. the string in your stomach was about to snap, you were so close you could taste it. the only sounds were your moans and the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

but you woke up, it was a fucking dream. spencer had actually left early in the morning for work, but only leaving you with a kiss on your head as you were fast asleep.

you were now feeling all types of discomfort, and your panties were soaked through due to your dream. you knew if you tried to relieve yourself, it wouldn’t feel half as good as when spencer does it, so you got up and spent the day waiting for spencer to come home. you spent most of the day absolutely feral due to your lack of a orgasmic high that you’ve been craving. not only that but you were dead tired but you couldn’t sleep. you were too horny and frustrated to take a nap to pass the time. you’re eyes were itching for sleep, you could barley function.

he got home quite late. you were on the sofa watching a film when you heard his keys rustle in the doorway. you heard as he dropped his bag onto the ground, kicking his shoes off and taking his coat off before joining you on the sofa. with a huff, he plopped onto the sofa.

“hi darling, how was your day?” you ask as you run your fingers through his unruly hair, making him let out a groan that makes the heat between your legs grow.

“it was alright, morgan was being a pain in the ass, i’ll tell you that much. i’m glad to finally be home though, i missed you.” he said giving you a quick peck on the lips. (not the lips you wanted though 😗)

“im sorry darling, is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” you asked.

“no, just be with me please.”

“how do you want me?” you asked seductively, moving to straddle him before he pushed your leg back.

“in bed. asleep. get your dark circles out of my face.”

“bitch. i’m fucking horny.”

“okay and? the bags under your eyes are so bad, you look like a raccoon, love.”

“fuck me then i’ll sleep.”

he moves too fast for your brain to register. one minute you’re sitting beside him on the sofa, the next you’re being pinned down by spencer with your back on the floor.

“fine.”

KISS MWAH MWAH AND THEY FUCK

[amongemeraldclouds]

better than revenge | alt chapter: one last cigarette

Toxic!Ex!Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

Chapter summary: Just when you were ready to leave the past behind, the very person you're trying to escape shows up. 949 words.

Author’s note: Final upload for this series! Wrote this back in March, but it took me forever to post because it's hard to officially say goodbye to the series but here we are.

This chapter is not canon. The main story line officially ended with the previous chapter. This one is just an alternate ending I wrote when I was trying to figure out what to do with Mattheo’s story arc and I like how it turned out. Ex!Mattheo isn’t very popular in this story and for good reason. In the end, I couldn’t write this ending without him being toxic!Mattheo so be warned.

This chapter contains angst and a bit of angry sex so 18+ only below the cut. It was hard writing this because the tone has been mostly fluff, but you can’t really have an ex!story without the heartbreak.

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A rude awakening

A/N: This is the final flashback with yours and Mattheo’s story.

“I love you, Mattheo,” I whisper against his ear as the first rays of sunlight filter through the window. 

Mattheo wonders what he did to deserve her affection. Breathing here in between slumber and the waking world, his defenses dwindle. The thoughts he long kept at bay claws its way to the surface. 

He is the dark lord’s son. He was always fated to ruin everything and everyone he loved. If he didn’t hurt her now, he would in the future.

It was easier, kinder even, to let her go now.

So he did what he knew best.

The last cigarette

A/N: Timeline wise, this takes place before chapter seven. In this alt timeline, you and Enzo never attend the ball.

I inhale the cigarette smoke, letting it fill my lungs, and exhale. One last cigarette for Mattheo. Once I snuff it out, I’m letting him go.

A week after we broke up, grief came in waves. I’d do well in class and get excited to show Mattheo before I remember I no longer could. I’d see his favorite food at the Great Hall and turn, but he wasn’t beside me. I’d snuggle in bed and wait for him to climb in, but he no longer did. How did I keep forgetting?

How did I keep remembering?

I remembered one evening how smoking helped him relax. Maybe it could help me too.

All it did was make me smell like him and I clung on because it was the closest I could get to him. 

But here, now, one last smoke then I'll let him go. I inhale and think of twinkling night skies, when Mattheo and I pretended we were floating among the stars. The way they reflected his eyes.

I remember hot chocolate and croissants, snuggling by the fireplace. He complained about my chocolate flavored kisses. Deep down, I knew he loved them.

I recall his fire. Hair pulling, lips crashing, back scratching. The way his touch seared my soul.

And it was good for a while. I exhale and watch it all drift away in the night wind.

I inhale and recall that night. Begging him to stay, to talk to me, we could work it out. Instead he said he got bored. Instead he kissed her.

And oh. Love really did leave you hollow when it left. I exhale and watch the smoke disappear.

I inhale and—

“I thought you liked your lungs?” Mattheo asks, approaching me.

“Don’t talk to me like you know me.”

He stands beside me, eyes searching my face. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“It’s a little too late now, isn’t it? What the fuck, Mattheo? I’m with Enzo and suddenly you care about me?”

“I’ve always cared, please—” he tries.

“You had three weeks to find me, Mattheo. To apologize. But you didn’t. I’m not some trophy you can take from Enzo just so you can score another point against him!”

He recoils, hurt in his eyes. “Do you really think that little of me?”

“Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” I ask.

“If I could take it back, I would.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me,” I accuse him.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks, exasperated. “I’m an idiot! I messed up. I never felt like I was good enough for you.”

“No Matty, you don’t understand,” I point to him, a tear escaping. “You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough!”

My tears spill and his eyes water. He pulls me in his arms as I sob.

“You don’t get to hurt me and cry as if you’re the victim,” I say.

“Angel, please, I didn’t mean to” he shifts so he can look into my eyes and wipe my tears. “If words are not enough,” he kisses me.  

My lips are electrified, everything inside me burning. Needing, hating, mourning. I want to scream, instead I suck his lower lip hard enough to bruise and grip his hair. It earns me a grunt as he hauls my body to his, closing the gap between us.

His hand trails down my waist to press me where he needs me most. Moving against each other, friction and heat sparking embers within. And it’s still not enough.

Without leaving my lips, Mattheo turns us around. Hands locked around his neck, eyes closed, I follow his footsteps until I feel the wall behind me. His hand snakes under my skirt, caressing my thigh. A filthy moan leaves my mouth—begging, praying, craving. More.

He moves his finger where I’m most sensitive and I gasp, breaking our kiss. He brings his mouth to my ear, “I’ll show you just how sorry I am.” With his free hand, he tugs my hair until I’m staring at the stars, and runs his tongue from the base of my throat to my chin.

Muscle memory takes over as his fingers slide across my folds, knowing just where I needed him. My breathing gets ragged when he fills me up with his fingers, exploiting all the ways he can make me moan and whimper. “Fuck. I missed you, angel.”

I ride his fingers, hating his stupid voice and his messy hair.

He bites my neck, leaving marks and I hate his filthy mouth.

He moves relentlessly. I hate his eyes. I hate his hands. I hate his voice.

I burn until I’m overcome with white hot rage, coming undone for him. Shockwaves of pleasure writhe through me as he presses me for all I have.

A second before afterglow, in the quiet darkness, I hate myself most because I still love him. 

“Come on angel, I’m not done apologizing,” he says, taking my hand, leading me to my dorm.

I never get to finish my cigarette.

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A/N: If there was a quote for you and Mattheo in this series, exploring your past relationship, it would be:

"The love was there. It didn't change anything. It didn't save anyone...but it still matters that the love was there."

Thanks again to everyone who followed the series! ♡

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[pa1n-0f-l0ve]

୨ৎ: punished fem, dom!Tom, current!Tom, sub!fem, caught masturbaiting

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I sat in bed, scrolling through the pictures Tom had sent me while he was “running errands”. The photos of his veiny hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, the swollen tip dying to be shoved into my hole and use my body like the little sex doll I was. I missed him, not only him, but also the feeling of him in me. I felt so empty without him in the pussy he claimed his. I needed him, I needed my daddy so badly.

I started to feel all tingly and hot, I imagined him covering my mouth with his big hands as he fucked my pussy - taking his precious time while we were at his friends’ house. I missed my daddy so much, holding my teddy he had gotten me - I felt a little naughty, I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch myself without asking but I couldn’t help it.

I bit my lip embarrassed as I shoved the teddy under me, laying my pantie clad cunt on top of it. I made sure to have Tom’s naughty pictures loaded onto my screen as I slowly grind my hips into the teddy. I pretended Tom was watching me pathetically hump my teddy, my face flush as my lips fell agape, little moans left my lips as I continued creating friction between me and my teddy bear.

I was so tied up in my own world I didn’t notice Tom sitting at the door with his arms crossed, actually watching me.

“Schatz… what are you doing!?” He grumbled under his breath.

I shot my head up quickly, staring at Tom and his angry expression, “Daddy it isn’t what it looks like! I- I swear!” I whimper out. Fear takes over my features as I look in his brown eyes.

My heart beats quickly in my chest, I immediately scramble away from the teddy. “Daddy I’m s- sorry..” I look up at him with a pout and the best puppy eyes I could pull, There was no getting out of this one.

I watch intently as Tom begin to take his belt off, his big and veiny hands wasting no time. He held the belt together in the air as he approached my shaking body, he had a look of seriousness on his features.

Before I knew it, his leather belt was connecting with my bare ass, leaving red welts all over my cheeks. With each hit I received came small yelps from my quavering lips. “D- daddy! St- stop!” I cried, small tears came from my eyes as he abused my bare bottom.

He roughly flipped me over, the belt in his hand and a “wand” in the other which he retrieved from the nightstand. The cuffs that always resigned above the headboard were forced onto my wrists as I cried and pleaded. I felt the warm leather of his belt be place around my thigh, where he soon proceeded to stick the wand in, my skin pinched slightly as it slid in place.

My face was still flushed and wet with tears, I could barely see due to my damp lashes and watery eyes. The vibrating noise of the room filled my ears as the wand started its stimulation on my clit, my high pitched whines and kicks made Tom chuckle to himself ironically.

“Is my little girl being bratty? Is this not enough for your little body hm..?” Tom teased, I could practically hear the grin in his voice.

My cries and whines were all I could pathetically respond with to his teasing. My body jolted with each vibration I felt on my princess areas, I couldn’t stop shaking and crying, the sensations were too much on my sensitivity. I couldn’t take it.

In a whimper mixed cry I pleaded, “D- daddy! P- please.. please.. ah-!”

Tom continued to laugh at my convulsing frame on the bed, tied and bound with a toy on me. To him this was what I deserved, to me I believed I should’ve gotten a more pleasing “release”. Daddy didn’t like when I got bratty, he would pull my hair, spank me, make me sit time out, and more for my bratty actions and antics.

My body began to grow exhausted, my throat hoarse from screaming. I was panting in exhaustion, I was sweating and crying, I felt disgusting. Tom smiled admiringly at my convulsing form, his adoration towards my shaking and overstimulated body was evident.

The cool cushion began to grow humid and damp, I felt as if the room was spinning around me. I felt the bed dip, the springs in the bed sinking as Tom straddled my laid form. He turned the wand off, the buzzing still seemed to be ringing in my ears, he wiped my tears with his warm and long fingers.

My sobs and breathing slowed as I tried catching my breath, low whimpers seemed to be the only thing that slipped out. “D- daddy… It hurts..” I frowned, trying to catch up with my words.

Tom wiped the hairs that stuck to my face, smiling comfortingly as he untied the belts and cuffs. My head was tingling and I felt nauseous, I was grateful for Tom’s gentle touches to my sensitive body. “I know doll, I know it hurts. But this is what happens when you break daddy’s rules.” He said, a slight frown on his features. He went on to add, “I hate having to do this to you, really, but when you disrespect my expectations it upsets me and I have to make you learn your lesson.”

I nodded in reply to his comments, I respected my daddy and I didn’t want to let him down again. I would continue to follow his rules and commands to avoid the punishment.

[banquetwriter]

this might be too angsty 😭

but can you do one where the reader has chronic anxiety and is literally house bound most of the time because of how bad it gets and johnnie just helps them through it

୨୧ brittle breathes ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ panic attacks, extreme anxiety 

summary: ʚ reader’s chronic anxiety binds them to their house but Johnnie is able to save them ɞ

Words: 1452

An: sorry it's taking me so long to write i can't help it lol 

Every day has felt the same to you. You wake up and immediately doom scroll on your phone. Your brain is hyper-fixating on every bad comment you receive. You eventually get off Twitter and turn on YouTube. The torment doesn't end there.

You turn on someone who has consistent uploads, better looking than you, and overall is just better at your job. You feel so sick. Constantly nausea, your hands and feet are freezing, and your brain seems like you mushed it into pieces. 

It had been weeks since you had last uploaded on your channel. It wasn't so bad at first. You felt less anxious at home so you just stayed in more. Unfortunately, it has its talons in you. You could never leave the house anymore.

You were sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You hadn't gotten ready in weeks either, posting the occasional post on your Instagram story of something random. 

It wasn't like your fans hadn't noticed, hell everyone in your life had noticed. Your boyfriend Johnnie had asked what was going on with you lately, and he saw it. Of course, he saw it. The light in your eyes slowly dimmed. 

The way you wouldn't do anything anymore. Your interest didn't excite you anymore, you never ate anymore, and the most worrying thing was you'd stopped hanging out with him. 

He knew how hard anxiety could be on a person and how he wanted to help but he also knew how fragile people can be in this head space.

You had dried tears staining your cheeks as you scrolled through Twitter. You were looking at any tweet with your name involved in it. You were just a sad little lump on the couch. It was pathetic really. 

Your heart jumped as a notification went through that Johnnie started a live stream on Twitch. You had forgotten he was going to stream tonight. You clicked on it saying hi in chat. 

“Ahh fuck my settings are all messed up hold on guys,” Johnnie mumbled moving closer to his screen and clicking around. You giggle watching his fans say hi to you in chat. “Alright sorry guys,” he says, sitting up and looking at the chat. 

“Wait, is y/n in chat? A bunch of people are saying hi,” he says looking at the chat zoom bye. You smile to yourself already feeling calmer just by listening to his voice. “Yes, I am ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” you type in the chat. You watch him read the chat and smile to himself. 

He hides his blush by putting his hand over his mouth. The whole interaction made you giggle. He was the only thing that ever made you feel good anymore. You knew that wasn't healthy but you couldn't help it. You texted a black heart emoji to Johnnie.

You sat and watched the stream for a bit longer at some point while Johnnie stopped for a second to respond to your text. ‘Love you nerd’ he said with a heart emoji as well. He smiled down at his phone before realizing he was still streaming and had to keep them entertained. 

He came to a slow point in his stream so he looked over at his chat. “Why isn't y/n posting?” he asked, reading a fan’s words. Your heart skipped a beat. “Um, they are just having a hard time right now. They will be back soon though don't worry,” he answers, it was a true statement.

It just stung that your fans were reaching out to him about you. Johnnie would never make you feel guilty about this of course he understood, it's just you felt like such a burden on him because of this. 

You snapped back into reality, Johnnie had continued his stream and the chat slowly moved on from the topic. You had to do something about this. It was consuming your life.

You swiped away from Twitch and pulled up your messages with Johnnie. ‘Can you come over after the stream?’ you asked. If you were going to get out of this you were going to need help to do it. You had the stream pulled back up again. 

Johnnie was looking down at your phone. ‘I will get an Uber right now.’ was a text Johnnie sent you. You sat up reading the message on the top of your screen. “Hey guys I'm actually going to have to end stream early,” he said looking up from his phone.

You watched the chat as they started to freak out at the sudden end. Well, this wasn't how you wanted things to go. “Everything is ok. I just realized I have something to do.” he murmurs closing all the tabs on his computer going to full screen.

You turn the stream off, your heart pounding. Guilt flooding your veins. You stood up only worsening your dizzy state. You fumbled into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. You failed, however.

You never made it to the sink. Your brain is racing and your mind is melting. A panic attack flows over your bones and into your soul. Your phone is lost somewhere you don't remember. 

Your breath in rapid paces as you can't make anything out. The lack of oxygen fuels your state. Tears start to pool out of your eyes, you start to sob. The crying mixed with the rapid breath causes you to lose all the air you had.

You can't breathe anymore. Any semblance of being able to return to normal is gone. You fall onto your hands and knees scratching at your throat in immense panic. You try to scream or kick or anything that can save you. 

You don't even hear when Johnnie uses the key you gave him to enter your home. Finding you thrashing on your kitchen floor, tears falling from your eyes. “Y/n?” he yells dropping to the floor with you. 

“What's wrong?” he yells trying to see your face. He manages to grab the side of your face and hold it up. “Can't… breathe,” you mumble, your face starting to lose color. 

“You're ok,” he says looking at you. He isn't able to say it with much conviction. His words betrayed his face as it flooded with worry. You try and fail to return your breathing to normal. Johnnie sees you struggle. 

“Try and follow mine,” he says, unsure of how to help you. You nod your head trying to listen to his breathing. It wasn't any use if you couldn't hear him properly. You hold your hand on his chest, you can feel his exhale and inhale. You could feel his lungs fill with air. 

You tried your best to mimic him. Closing your eyes eventually works. Eventually, you feel your worry melt away, like snow when the weather warms up. It leaves and melts from your body.

Your body relaxes and the tension falls. Johnnie watches as you slowly return back to normal. He brings his hand up to your face and holds you close. You lean into his touch. Your body is slouching.

He wraps his arms around you, holding your body up. “Johnnie?” you ask quietly. The tiredness ebs its way into your body. “Yeah? I'm here. I'm here.” he says slowly. “I need your help. Or someone's I'm not sure. I don't think I can trust anyone else with this.” you whispered to him.

“What's wrong? What can I do?” he asks, moving the hair that fell into your face away. “I have been rotted away by anxiety. I can't leave my house, I can't eat, I cannot do anything anymore. I haven't posted in god knows how long.” you cry standing up and away from him.

He sits up to watch you pace through your apartment. “I can't eat or sleep or talk to anyone without my entire world collapsing. Which isn't helping, it's just making me more anxious.” you cry, pulling at the sides of your face in frustration. 

“What can I do? How can I help you?” he asks while walking up to you. You stop your pacing, before abruptly pulling him into a hug. “I need to start seeing a therapist or something else, I need you to help me,” you whispered into his ear. 

He pulls away, only a little, to see your face. “We can do that for you. I'm sure it's going to get better if you start slowly, ok?” he whispers back. You smile at him sweetly. 

It was going to be hard but little by little you were going to take your life back. You were going to be able to do it with Johnnie. 

[thegamingcatmom]

any chance you can please write anything with fem reader and tanya denali & carmen?

Sure I can! Love those two together. 🫶🫶

I wasn´t sure if your ask was more on the platonic or romantic side - I assume it´s the latter, yes? I´ve done a bit of both here, mainly because I view Carmen as very maternal in general. In the movies we see her being quite nurturing towards Tanya as well as Irina, despite the former being the leader/head of the family. I imagine that trait would be very present in a relationship as well, especially where you (a fragile hooman) are involved.

All in all, I think it turned out quite...intense, in a way. But they mean well, I promise. ❤️

With that said:

Have some doting!Carmen mixed with...Tanya, who´s just being...Tanya. 💋

That horndog.

Compromises

Enjoy!

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“No cheating, mi amor.” Came the scolding remark when you went to scratch an itch on the bridge of your nose.

“I´m not!” Not your fault that itch decided now would be a great time to make itself known, right there - under that blindfold you were currently wearing. You had to reach it somehow!

Besides, your eyes remained firmly closed the whole time. You knew better than to disobey your mother hen of a mate when she was, well, mother henning.

You had to admit though…you were getting restless. Neither Carmen nor Tanya had said much about what they had in store for you today – as per usual. You had awoken to soft lips trailing all over your face - as if mapping you – and a megawatt smile that never failed to turn your face various shades of red. Tanya would often lovingly call you her “blushing bride”.

(Which only ever serves to make it worse - just as your mate intends. That minx.)

Breakfast had then been served in bed – Empanadas, your favorite. Carmen loves to spoon-feed you - she gets that special gleam in her eyes when she does. Which is why you indulge her from time to time, even though you sit through it in a rather pained manner. You´ve never felt all too comfortable with people watching you eat - that didn´t stop when you found your mates. Or, well, when they found you.

In your defense: Having two sets of eyes glued to your every movement while being fed spoonful after spoonful does tend to get a bit overwhelming after a while. Surely you can´t be the only one. …Right?

(Especially if the only thing to break the silence are the demands being cooed at you – “One more, mi amor.” Only for that one more to turn into two more…or three more, or four more, or fi-)

After breakfast you had opted for a shower, and were surprised – and disappointed – when neither of your mates went to join you.

“Sorry, my love.” Your partner´s raspy voice had purred at you from her perch on the bed. “Carmen´s orders. Your darling wife knows we wouldn’t be leaving that room anytime soon.”

Well, you couldn´t argue with that. That didn´t mean you had to like it.

“Oh…none of that now.” Tanya had been in front of you in the blink of an eye. Her strong arms had come to wrap around you, cradling you close like the finest china. “I shall make it up to you…later.” She had winked, before pressing those cold lips to yours in a heated kiss that left you reeling.

Your back had met the wall behind you then, greedy hands sliding down until they were met with supple flesh - which they squeezed. The moan that had escaped you had swiftly been taken advantage of – a slick tongue had slipped in, gliding over yours in a way that felt more like a caress, taking its sweet time to explore every nook and cranny, like it hadn´t done so a thousand times before-

“Ahem.”

Oh…right.

Very reluctantly, the tongue had retracted – making sure to graze the roof of your mouth as it went. Teeth had clamped down on your lower lip – most tenderly – and had given it a playful nibble, before releasing it with a light pull.

It was only when a sigh had met your ears, that you remembered to breathe.

“Can´t the two of you behave for a few hours?” Carmen had chided, the hint of a smile betraying her true feelings on the matter. The reprimand had been addressed to the both of you, but the look your mates had shared spoke a different story.

“Can you blame me? I´ve already been deprived this morning. Stealing a kiss was the least.” Tanya had mocked, knowing full well things wouldn´t have stopped there.

Her complaint had been met with another good-natured sigh. “Will you please leave the poor thing to get ready now? We have a rather full day ahead of us, as you well know.” Another look had been shared, and whatever Tanya found - it had been enough to convince her.

However, a rather dramatic sigh had escaped your fair-haired lover at the prospect of it. “If I must.” Hands had come up to cradle your face, before closing the distance to bestow one last kiss. This one had been soft, tender – a stark contrast to the inferno that nearly burnt you alive before.

“Don’t take too long, moja láska.” As if you had been the cause of delay in proceedings.

At last, Tanya had parted from you with a light pat! to your rear, before swaggering past Carmen and out of your shared bedroom.

(Not before throwing you one last smoldering look over her shoulder though – “Later,” it promised.)

Such a drama queen.

You love her.

“Mi amor?” A perfectly styled eyebrow had been raised at you, giving you the look.

Right.

If there was one thing you had learned in your time as Carmen Denali´s mate, it was that one best not keep her waiting.

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So, here you were now - blindfolded, restless, impatient. Promises of “Nearly there, my love” had long since lost their meaning to you. You could feel yourself getting agitated, which really wasn´t fair to your mates. They had prepared a wonderful day for you, no doubt about that. You were excited – and slightly nervous – about what this was going to entail. You would be spending the day with the ones most dear to you – how could you not look forward to it?

However, it had been a tiring day so far - filled with seemingly endless teasing and doting and pampering. You did enjoy the attention you were receiving, but you were never one for being overly spoiled. You enjoyed the little things – a bunch of flowers on your bedside table in the morning, a little note on the refrigerator that reminded you of the food stored inside, forehead kisses.

You love forehead kisses.

Your mates are well aware of that, and they have toned it down quite a bit since you first entered this relationship. By their standards, at least. Which meant you still received a shiny new car every few months because your old one just wouldn´t do anymore…for whatever reasons. Because it got a speck of dust on it, probably.

(It was either that or being carried just about anywhere. Your lovers didn´t see the point in owning a vehicle anyway, since they were more than capable covering any kind of distance on foot.)

“Are we there soon?” You whined. You couldn´t help it.

It´s a good thing Tanya wasn´t present right now. She wouldn´t have let you live it down for ages. You can imagine it vividly – “Why so fussy today, baby?”

Your whine was met with a hearty chuckle. “Soon, love.”

Ugh.

“Why are we driving there, anyway? I thought you guys preferred carrying me around like a stuffed toy?” You snorted.

“Sí, my love.” Carmen agreed, the smile evident in her voice. “Waiting on you hand and foot is something the both of us enjoy immensely, and nothing short of what you deserve.”

…Great, now you felt bad.

“However,” your wife continued. “We know of your wish for a more…ordinary way of life. So, the car it shall be today.”

That shut you up. More than that: You were left speechless. At this point, it really shouldn´t come as a surprise to you just how considerate your mates could be. But no matter how long it´s been, they never ceased to amaze you.

You enjoyed the little things.

Carmen noticed the tears slowly dripping past the blindfold and down your face before you did. A cold hand reached over, wiping them away in a most tender manner, before taking a hold of your hand. “Are you alright, mi amor?”

You were more than alright.

“Perfect.”

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After what had felt like an eternity, the car stopped. The driver´s door opened and, before you could even blink once, it had closed again. There was the sound of your door opening - a gust of wind hitting your right side - before a steady hand helped you out of the car.

“So,” you prompt, listening to the passenger door closing again, then the beep! beep! of the car locking. “Can I take this off now?” Your hands were already reaching up-

“Ah-” Carmen tutted at you, nimble fingers closing around your wrists. “Not quite yet, cariño. Just a little bit further.”

Really?

A sigh escaped you, but the lips that met yours in a quick peck had you complying nonetheless. A soft hand slipped into yours, and then the two of you started walking.

And you walked.

And then you walked some more.

And then some more.

…And some more.

…

…You´ve got to be kidding-

“Took you long enough.” You were so focused on getting agitated again that the sound of Tanya´s voice caused you to jump slightly. “Did you stop for a little hanky-panky?”

Oh my god.

“If that had been the plan, I could have just left her with you, Querida.”

You didn´t have to see it – you knew the smile on Tanya´s face was rivaling Cheshire´s. Her absence made more sense now.

“I was merely being mindful of our precious one´s needs.” Carmen clarified.

There was silence for a few seconds, before a soft swoosh! reached your ears, moving some of your hair slightly. You could feel cold hands on either side of your face, thumbs slowly stroking up and down. “Where are my manners?” A kiss was pressed to your forehead. “Hello again, my love.”

“…Hi.” You exhaled.

Real smooth. Great job.

“Well, are we ready?” Tanya sounded excited. Somehow, that made you even more nervous.

“I believe we are.” Carmen agreed. Her excitement wasn´t as vocal as Tanya´s, but you could still hear the slight tremors in her voice that confirmed she very much was looking forward to whatever was going to happen now. Which-

“Ready!” Your hands reached for the blindfold-

“Not yet, my-“

You are about to lose it-

“What now?!” You interrupted. You didn´t care how insanely rude that was. You just about had it.

A few seconds passed where neither of you said anything. You didn’t even dare breathe.

 It was most uncomfortable.

…Okay, perhaps you should apologize-

Just as you were about to do exactly that, angelic laughter filled your ears. Coming from both your wives.

“Oh my, such a bratty thing today, isn´t she?” Tanya purred, hands coming to grip your hips tight. Her nose was slowly running along your temple - breathing you in.

“Relax, mi amor. I am only teasing.” Carmen soothed behind you.

Finally, hands reached for the blindfold, untying the knot. You could feel the fabric slowly sliding down your face, before it was removed entirely. Sweet, sweet relief-

…That relief was short-lived, however. Because soon after, the blindfold was replaced with one of your mate´s hands.

You couldn´t stop the whine from escaping your lips. You also didn´t miss the brief rumble that sounded out in front of you in response.

Was Tanya´s mind ever not in the gutter?

“I know, love.” Carmen soothed. “But there is something that we must settle first.”

Oh boy. That sounded serious.

“…Okay?” You dared to ask. Had you messed up? Had they? Was someone dead?

“So wary. One could almost believe you don´t trust us, moja láska.” Hands were rubbing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. “Worry not, Carmen makes it sound much more dramatic than it actually is.”

Oh…really?

“Says you?” You snorted, which earned you hearty laughter from Carmen, and an overly dramatic gasp that only proved your point.

“Why, you little-“ The fingers on your sides starting wriggling, causing you to recoil out of reflex. Unfortunately, you were incredibly sensitive. Something Tanya loved to remind you of.

“No! Please, please! S-Sto-hop!” Carmen´s arm had come to wrap around your waist, keeping your trashing body upright. Which meant there was absolutely no way for you escape this torture.

“Oh…I do like you begging, my love.” Tanya snickered, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

At this point, you were wheezing-

“Alright, alright – enough you two.” Carmen came to your rescue, a joyful lilt to her voice. How she had managed to keep your eyes covered with all that trashing and wiggling you did, you had no idea.

The hands left your body, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

You had a feeling it wasn´t going to last, however.

“Alright, mi amor-” Carmen began. Your hands were starting to sweat. “Do you remember our talk about having…resources?”

You didn´t like where this was going.

“…Yeah? What about it?” You sounded irritated, and you knew it. Your mates knew it, judging by the collective sigh that followed.

“Cariño…” You knew that tone.

Oh no.

“We understand and respect your wish for us not to provide for you in a way we think is fitting.” Your wife was choosing her words most carefully. “However, we were hoping to…renegotiate.“

Oh no.

“…Renegotiate?” You weren´t sure you even wanted to know.

“Sí, my love.” Carmen continued in good spirits. “You see, today marks the start of a new month to our union, so Tanya and I had thought it fitting to celebrate that with a little ritual.”

Oh…no.

“Celebrate? With a ritual? What is that supposed to mean?” You loved Carmen dearly, but she could be so frustrating when she was trying to ask for something.

“Well, we thought we might-“

“Preboha!” Seems like you weren’t the only one getting frustrated. “Carmen, truly - I love you, but you´re confusing her!” Then, as an afterthought, “…and me.”

You couldn´t see it, but you had a feeling Carmen was looking as sheepish as a vampire could in this moment.

“What Carmen meant to say-“ Tanya continued, the mischief clear in her voice. “Is that we would very much like to come to an agreement on when to spoil our little human absolutely rotten.” Cold fingers pinched your cheeks then, using that grip to lightly shake your head left and right.

When.

Not if, but when.

“You…what? No! I-” You started-

“Ah, ah.” Came the authoritative reply. “There will be no discussion.”

This wasn´t fair. Tanya wasn´t supposed to be strict. That was Carmen´s job.

(It also wasn´t fair that it sounded much more intimidating coming from her.)

“Here´s what´s going to happen.“ Your wife continued, her inner coven leader really starting to shine through now. “At the beginning of each month, Carmen and I will prepare something nice and sweet of our choice for you. You will not complain, you will not mope. You will accept our gifts, and you will enjoy them. Are we clear?”

…Well shit. You forgot how insanely convincing – and hot - your wife could be. It wasn´t often you got to see that sight of her.

(Not that you were seeing much right now as it was.)

You said nothing in response, feeling thoroughly chastened somehow. Or, as Tanya had just put it – mopey.

There was another sigh then. ”Moja láska…” Soft hands came to cradle your face. “I understand why this upsets you, and I apologize for causing you to feel this way.” Her thumbs ran up and down your cheeks. “However, I will not apologize for wishing to provide for you. Carmen and I have the means, we have the time, and we love you. All we ask for is one day per month to properly celebrate that.”

You were never one for being overly spoiled. You enjoyed the little things. However-

You recognized those were little things to them. Their world was so much different from yours, it always had been. From day one of your relationship it had been abundantly clear that the lifestyle you used to maintain was pretty much history.

The first few months had been especially trying – they had showered you with things you´d never have gotten for yourself. Things that were either obnoxiously expensive, or that you didn´t even know existed up until that point in your life.

You love bagels with cream cheese. Not so much making them, though. It wasn´t like it was an overly tiring task, but sometimes you were just that lazy. You had made an off-handed comment once about how convenient it would be if all you had to do was push a button and those stupid bagels would magically cut themselves. It had been a joke, obviously.

Next thing you knew, you were owner of a shiny new bagel guillotine.

(Yes, those actually exist.)

Thinking about those early stages now, however…

It really put into perspective just how much they´ve toned it down since then. For your sake. Respecting your needs.

The least you could do was respecting theirs.

“…Okay. One day-” Soft lips pressing firmly against yours swallowed whatever it was you were going to say next.

“Thank you, my love.” Tanya murmured against your mouth, before you felt another set of lips pressing against your cheek. “You´re too kind, mi amor.”

God, it´s been years and you still blushed like a teenage girl.

“Well then, shall we present this month´s gift to our blushing bride?” Tanya snickered, the excitement creeping back into her voice.

“We shall.” Carmen agreed, the hand still covering your eyes beginning to lift-

This was it.

Whatever was about to happen, you had fully agreed to it.

(A fact you would have to keep reminding yourself of for the next few years to come.)

The hand had been fully lifted by now, but you refused to open your eyes. A part of you truly was anxious about what you would find.

“Open your eyes, dearest.” Carmen encouraged, a hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

You took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

Your eyes opened - blinking rapidly to adjust to the bright light at first - before focusing on-

…

Whatever you had expected, it sure hadn´t been this.

No shiny new car, no newly built house, no jewelry worth millions of dollars.

(All of them things you have received in the past. Several of them.)

No.

Staring back at you was the welcome sign of an amusement park.

It wasn´t just any amusement park, though. Judging by the lack of actual visitors and the welcome sign reading “Happy first pampering-day to our precious. Enjoy! ♥”, you reckoned it was your amusement park.

You were speechless.

“Well? What do you think, my love?” Tanya interrupted your train of thoughts. Which was good, because you were about to lose it just a little bit.

“I…This is…What?” You spluttered, really struggling to form a coherent sentence right now.

“Are you alright, mi amor?” Carmen worried.

Just peachy.

You had to be sure- “You…You guys bought me an amusement park?” This was insane, absolutely bonkers-

“Don´t be silly, love.” Tanya giggled, sounding immensely proud of herself. “We didn´t spend a single penny on this.”

…Oh.

Oh well, that was something at least-

“We built it.”

…

They did what now?

“…Huh?” You couldn´t care less about your incredibly eloquent comeback right now. “You built an amusement park? Just like that?”

Nodding was all you received for an answer.

“...How?” Your mind was reeling.Where did they get the materials they needed? What about electricity, out here – in the middle of nowhere? Did they think of toilets? Because your bladder was really starting to protest-

“This place used to be a power plant, but it´s long since been shut down.” Tanya explained. “We used forest wood to build most of it – polished and painted it. Laid a few pipes and that was that.”

(The park did have a plumbing system then. Thank god.)

She made it all sound so easy. Then again, to them it probably was.

“Well, shall we go in?” Carmen prompted, nodding her head at it. “Lest we get stuck in the line for too long.” She joked, a gleam in those warm eyes.

This was surreal.

You laughed – a hearty, boisterous, real laugh which was soon joined by your mates´ melodic ones.

This was your life.

You wouldn´t change it for the world.

“Let´s.” You agreed, taking a hold of their hands, and leading the way into your very own amusement park.

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A/N: Anyone else with cavity now?

Btw: I´m planning on writing a little sequel to this which will probs be named "Ferris Wheel". ;3

[sadwetcatmk]

Oh another one! Moon Knight as one of those cat illustrations, with the weird shapes that make them feel liquid?

GENIUS omg

This was so fun tysm!! I might come back to it and do more sometime

[mihrsuri]

I keep trying to write an update and then being embarrassed about it and feeling like I’m trauma dumping on people by updating and I just..I know it’s on me to manage my crap, I know. I am trying (not very well but I’m trying) and it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t even know.

[cringefailfagcat]

the way one of my friends offered to get people drinks. one of the others asked for a rum and coke, so i asked for a vodka lemonade n then they stood right behind me and went 'is olive allowed to drink?' it killed something inside me a little bit. like i wasn't episoding i've been responsible about my drinking recently don't take away my autonomy when i'm capable of looking after myself please. i know i barely can but don't. don't make this one of the few things people will actually talk to me for

[mirmidones]

ok bitter bitch moment, but i HATE when people repeatedly do not even try themselves to do something and just want me to do it for them.

even when it's something absolutely idiotic, like idk, bc of construction works the main entrance to the school is closed but there is literally a sign on the door that explains how else to enter. all you have to do is read and follow instruction. it's not like i did anything different yesterday when i got there. "nooo i still dont know im scared ill wait for you outside so you can show me" why. just get the fuck inside. or like when they ask me the time schedule literally everyday and at one point im like. or you could look it the fuck up. yknow. just how i do. since it is a class you also want to attend. it's not like the school desk calls me personally to let me and only me know. "what trains do i have to take to come see you?" i dont know, what trains are there? why cant you do it for yourself . and like i obviously dont mind being asked for help and offering help in general. i do mind it when people my own age start treating me like im their second mom or something. and i know it takes 2, i could just shut up and not be helpful but then most of the times it damages me as well as them and when it doesnt it is still super fucking annoying bc i have to sit there and listen to them whine and do nothing about anything and just. idk. patiently pretend to feel anything other that pure rage. and that does feel like a waste of my time

[gigagasp]

God is putting me through trials LMAO

[comvi]

I always have to remind myself that I don’t need to push myself to make art, and I don’t need to apologize or feel bad for not making a lot of art. art is something that should make me feel happy, so if I’m pushing myself to the point of not enjoying it anymore, then I should just stop and calm down for a second. and take some time for myself. Art won’t disappear, it will always be there waiting for me again, its okay for me to take some time doing others things sometimes.

[nanaslutt]

oh my god please make another part of gojo teaching us that was so good holy shit

Gojo teaches you how to touch him<3

Pt. 1 here

contains: fem reader, guided jerking off, experienced gojo, size kink if you squint, so much dirty talk, corruption kink, overstimulation, first time making out, gojo walks you through everything, cum eating

MDNI

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“Wanna learn how to touch a dick?” his question rang in your ears like a flash grenade had gone off. He was referring to himself right? You had to remind yourself how to breathe at how anxious his question made you. Touching yourself had made you embarrassed and self aware enough as it is, so touching someone else? The thought made you feel mortified.

Gojo must’ve picked up on your anxiousness because he used his big hands to rub comfortingly up and down your forearms, “Hey, if you’re not comfortable we can always stop here, you’ve already done so good.” He comforted.

Gojo might be unserious 99% of the time, but when it came to making you feel safe, he really nailed it. You came to the right person in asking for help with this kind of thing.

"N-no, I think I want to its just.. I dont know what im doing." You confess, even though he already knew. Gojo giggled, making the weight on your shoulders lift a bit at the sound, "Baby, I know, thats why Im gonna teach you, if you’ll let me." He smiles, leaning his body forward so you could see his face-- the visual of him smiling eased your nerves slightly.

"Right.. but what if I'm still not any good?" You say, shyly. "I almost came in my pants just watching you cum so.. I'm pretty sure you will do juuust fine." He confessed, making you huff out a laugh. "O-okay, what should I do?" You asked, turning your body so you were facing him, reaching over to grab your previously discarded panties while you waited for him to answer.

"The first thing you can do is forget about these," Gojo took your soaked panties from your hand, making you scoff as he twirled them around his finger before pocketing the fabric as quick as he snatched them, "The view of your little pussy is so cute, don't want these to get in the way of this eye candy." He praised, making you blush and look away from his intimidating gaze.

He brought his hand up to your face after pulling his hand out of his pocket-- caressing the side of your cheek comfortingly, "Come here." He instructed, sliding down on the headboard so he was propped comfortingly against the pillows, "On my lap," He adds when you hesitate to move twords him.

You situated yourself comfortably on his thighs, right under his crotch, you placed your hands on his lower stomach, staring at his intimidating bulge while you waited for his words to come. "You wanna start by touching it over his pants, just like you did for yourself." He instructs, speaking generally.

You picked your hands up from his stomach, hovering them a couple inches over his crotch before taking a deep breath and biting your lip. "How should I.. touch it?" you ask uncertainty laced in your words. "Wrap your hand around it the best you can and rub," He tells you, placing his hands on your thighs and rubbing his thumb on your skin for comfort.

You held your breath before you made contact with him, making him hiss air into his lungs through his teeth at the feeling of properly being touched after so much tension. You softly rubbed him up and down, gulping at how big he felt in your hand. "You can rub a little harder, it's not gonna break," He laughed, making you blush and whisper out a quiet 'sorry' as you briefly made eye contact with him, quickly averting your gaze back down to his crotch.

You gripped him through his pants, stroking him rougher now but still slowly, up and down. You took a peek at his face from under your lashes, watching him lick his lips and blink rapidly, his eyes focused on your hand at work on him.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that." He praised, keeping his eyes glued down between the two of you. You felt your face heat up when his cock jumped against your hand, it felt so hot even through his pants. The thought of seeing a real dick, unobstructed by fabric was making your head spin.

The man underneath you truly thought he would've came the second you touched him, it was a miracle from the heavens that he had managed to hold back and not bust in his pants at the first contact.

Your inexperience turned him on to no extent. He just loved the idea of corrupting you, showing you all of the amazing things you could feel, everything that you've been missing out on. He swore he would ruin you for anyone else—make you addicted to him so you never even thought about doing this with anyone else.

"D-does this feel good?" You ask genuinely, you had noticed his expressions and reactions to your touch—and they seemed like good ones—but you had no idea how someone was supposed to react when you touched them like this, hence why you asked for his confirmation.

"Feels better than you know." He grinned, his body running warmer the longer you stroked him over his pants. "It feels so big." You confessed, unaware of how your words went straight to his head and dick.

"Yeah?" his smirk grew as he felt his own ego inflate at your words, not like he needed that. "Yeah.." You meekly replied, "It keeps twitching too," you told him like he was unaware. "I know baby, means you're doing a good job." He praised once more, making you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Wanna see it?" He asked after he deemed that you had been touching him outside his pants for an adequate amount of time. You swallowed hard, stilling your hand on his cock as it continued to jump under the weight of your palm. "Yes, please." You answered, sliding your hands up his shirt and feeling his hard abs before you slid them back down to hold onto the hem of his pants. "Should I take your boxers off too, or?" You question, hesitating.

He smiled at you, giving you a short nod. You grabbed his pants and boxers alike, beginning to pull them down his body— gojo lifted his hips up to aid your efforts, jaw dropping in an open-mouthed smile when his hard cock sprung up and slapped against his abdomen.

Your mouth opened in a small o shape, running dry at the sheer size of his now unobstructed cock. There was a string of pre that had already dropped down against his abdomen, connecting the two.

It looked as thick as it felt, a nice upwards curve to it, and the tip was flushed a pretty pink color. It was the prettiest and only dick you’d ever seen.

“You like what you see, cutie?” he teased, making his cock jump as you stared between the appendage and his penetrating gaze. “Fuck.. y-yeah.” you confessed, feeling yourself start to throb between your legs at the new visual.

“Go ahead an touch it, the same as you did before.” Gojo instructed. You slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around his length, noticing that your fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around his girth.

The man underneath you couldn’t resist as he thrusted his hips up into your hand, biting his lip at the direct contact. “Your hand is so fucking soft” He praised, “Go ahead and spit on it for me, it doesn’t feel very good when it’s dry.” he told you.

The gears in your head were still turning at what you were actually doing right now. Without saying anything, you leaned down a bit, collecting the saliva in your mouth before you spit right onto his cockhead, making him gasp.

You brought your hand to his tip, rubbing it around in circles before sliding your hand down the length of his cock and coating it in your spit, easing the slide. “Fuuuck, just like that, shit-“ Gojo cursed, tipping his head back against the pillows and squeezing his eyes shut.

“S-squeeze harder at the tip,” he instructed, remembering he was supposed to be teaching you, so staying silent and moaning probably wouldn’t do you much good. “T-the tip is more sensitive than the rest of the cock, so make sure to pay more attention to it.” he tells you.

“Is it kinda like the clit?” You ask, which makes him giggle before he responds, “Sorta..” he answeres, staring at the ceiling in thought before he continues, “Yeah actually, pretty similar, but if you spend too much time on just the tip it can get a little too sensitive.” He explains.

“Sensitive how?” you ask, continuing your slow but heavy strokes on his cock, using the knowledge he just told you in squeezing harder against his tip. “Why don’t I show you?” he says.

“Take one hand and keep stroking me just like you’re doing, with the other, lay your palm flat- yeah just like that- then curl your hand over the entirety of my tip, and rotate your wrist in circles.” Gojo instructed, digging his nails into your thighs prematurely as he braced himself for the intense overstimulating pleasure that was about to come.

“This won’t hurt you right?” you ask, getting your hands into place but keeping them still as you awaited his answer. “You’re so sweet~” he cooed, “I’ll stop you if it’s too much.”

With that, you started, quickly jerking the length of his cock while rotating your wrist over his dick in quick circles. Immediately his body started reacting, back arching and abs clenching uncontrollably as he bit his lip and dug his nails deeper into your skin to keep himself grounded.

“K- haaah- keep g-going-“ he moaned out, his legs jerking and twitching underneath you as you kept up your antics. “Fuck! f-fuck-“ The white haired man squeezed his eyes shut as his body spasmed without his permission.

Your cunt was throbbing at how you were able to bring a man as strong as Gojo to this state. “Ngh~” he was whining and moaning against the sheets, head thrashing back and forth as he tried to keep his voice down.

You never wanted this to end, you finally understood what he meant when he said he was worked up from just watching you play with yourself, as you felt your cunt clench, slick dripping down your leg from your tight hole.

His large hand came down to stop your wrist, panting heavily he spoke, “O-okay, okay- fuck, that’s enough.” He groaned when the pleasure quickly became too much. "S-sorry, are you okay?" you choked, once again making him smile at how sweet you were. "I'm just fine baby, it's just a little overwhelming," He said, releasing your wrist and placing his hand back on your thighs.

"Did so fucking good though, listened just like I told you to." He smirked, gripping your thighs and making you look up at him through your lashes. You pouted out your bottom lip a bit in embarrassment, trying your best to not look away from his intimidating gaze. "Alright, class is back in session, go ahead and pick up where you left off." He continued.

You released your hand that was caressing his tip, going back to jerking him off steadily with the one hand. "Don't forget about the balls either, you just wanna massage them softly," he instructs after a couple seconds of your continued ministrations. You nod, acknowledging his words before you spit on your other hand, and bring it down to his warm balls.

"Oh shit- haha- didn't even have to tell you to spit." He says, amazement laced in his words, "You had n-nothing to worry about, you're doing so fucking good." He reassured when you started to expertly roll and massage his sack in your hand, timing your motions perfectly with the jerking of his cock.

"Cmere baby," He asked, growing needier and needier at the more stimulation you provided him with. You tilted your head at him, confused, making him laugh. "Come give me a kiss, pretty thing." He clarifies. You hesitate slightly, You've kissed one or two people before, but you've never made out with anyone per se, which is what you were assuming Gojo wanted right now.

"Follow my lead, I'll show you how to make kissing feel as good as sex." He boldly said, making you blush. You released your hold on his balls, opting to place your hand against his hard chest for stability as you leaned forward, not stopping your ministrations on his cock. He gave you a toothy grin, his big hands coming up to grab your waist before he opened his mouth, huffing out a small laugh before he pressed your lips together.

He immediately took the lead, moving his lips against your own, massaging his soft lips with his. He groaned into the kiss, which made you reciprocate the sound, whining into his mouth. Where you normally would've pulled away by now, Gojo instead opened his mouth against you and pressed another kiss to your lips, repeating the action, and continuing the kiss.

You unawarely squeezed his cock harder at the stimulation, you had no idea that kissing could feel so erotic. When Gojo felt your fist tighten up around him, he pulled back half an inch from the kiss, panting slightly against your lips before he spoke needily, "Faster baby, give it to me faster." He rushed before conjoining your lips once more, rougher this time.

You felt him poke his tongue out and lick against your lips, "Open your mouth for me, baby," He said to you between kisses, to which you complied. He took this new opportunity to lick his tongue into your mouth. You thought French kissing would feel gross and unpleasant, but this was nothing of the sort, it really felt like he was fucking your mouth. He expertly massaged the inside of your mouth with his warm appendage, making you throb between your legs.

You remembered his words; which had told you to follow his lead; as you reciprocated, darting your tongue out and intertwining it with his, and it felt even better. "Mmmmm" Gojo hummed against your lips when he felt your tongue join the fun. Hips lips suddenly attached to your bottom one, slowing down the kiss briefly as he sucked it into his mouth and bit it between his teeth, smirking before he let it go, chasing your lip as it bounced back to your face.

You had switched up your technique on his cock just seconds ago, rotating your wrist over his entire cock, and pulsing your grip to imitate your pussy walls, giving him harder strokes when you slid your hand down him; you were having fun with it, and it must've been working.

Gojo pulled away from the kiss, allowing you to sit back up as he panted heavily, his cock was steadily dripping more and more pre onto your fingers, easing the slide against his cock while you jerked him off. "Did you like that?" He asked, referring to the kiss. "Y-yeah, I didn't know kissing could feel so good," you replied honestly, making him smile.

"I know~ made your pussy feel all needy again, huh?" he said, having noticed the wetness that was coating your inner thighs, his words sending a wave of sudden awareness through you, making you want to cower away. "Aww, don't get shy on me baby, look at me," He started, "I'm the one getting my cock jerked off, about to fucking burst," The man giggled, "If anyone should be embarrassed it's me~"

"You're about to cum?" You asked, those words being the only ones that made it into your dizzy head. "Yeah, and it's all cos' of you, didn't even have to give you that much i-instruction, you're a pro." he praised, making you look away from his gaze and instead focus on his cock in your smaller hand. "You wanna make me cum?" He asked.

"Wanna watch you cum.." You replied, making him laugh breathlessly as he felt your words go straight to his balls, "Oh don't worry, you will," He informed you, tipping his head back once more against the pillows, and letting himself really feel as you stroked your fingertips along his lower abs, while keeping the steady and mind numbing pace on his cock.

"Fuck, wish I was cuming inside your pussy," He suddenly moaned, catching you off guard with his words as he gripped your hips with his large hands. "Would fill you up so fucking full." He babbled, inching closer and closer to his high with every stroke, slightly thrusting up into your warm hand.

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"If I try hard enough, your little hand starts to feel like your perfect fucking cunt," He groaned through his teeth, "but I just know you would be so much warmer and wetter- fuck-." He moaned at his own words, working himself up as he dropped his chin forward to look at your hand on him, his jaw opened in a small o shape.

"You want that? Huh? Want me to split you open on my cock and fill you up with my cum?" His words had gotten so filthy and shameless, and so fast, it was giving you whiplash. You nodded meekly, not trusting your voice right now as his words alone made you feel like you were going to cum. But that wasn't good enough for Gojo. "Gotta hear you say it baby, need you to tell me you need it." He groaned through his teeth, making your body move above him as he thrust his hips upwards, helping you fuck his cock with your hand.

"Y-yes Satoru I want it." You said, meaning every word, "What do you want?" He rushed out, trying to hold back from cumming to hear you say those magic words. His balls and shaft alike were twitching so strongly against your hold, getting ready to release his seed. "W-want you to come inside me, please give it t-to me." You blushed at your own words, the embarrassment worsening when he groaned shamelessly at them. His pretty eyes rolled back in his head as his orgasm crashed down on him. "Fuck- coming-" he warned before you felt his warm seed start to cover your hand.

Long rope after rope of his cum coated your hard, making you moan with him at the erotic sight. His abs were clenching under your hand, body twitching and back arching slightly, similar to how your own did when you had cum, as you fucked him through his high. You kept jerking him off even after the spasms of his body ceased, and his cock started to soften in your hold.

His large hand shot up and gripped your wrist harshly. "C-careful," He laughed, heaving air into his lungs, "It's so fucking sensitive right after we cum." He said.

"Shit s-sorry," You blushed, releasing his dick from your soiled hand as you stared at his seed that covered it, amazed by how much there was. "Don't be sorry baby, I haven't cum that hard in my life, and all just from your hand" He laughed, rubbing his large hands up the length of your torso while he let himself catch his breath, his soft cock resting against his tummy.

An idea popped into your head, remembering how he had sucked off your cum from your own fingers after he made you finish, and it made you wonder what he tasted like too. Absentmindedly you brought your hand up to your mouth, not paying attention to the man below you as he watched your every movement with bated breath, knowing exactly what you were about to do.

You let your tongue poke out from your open mouth, licking up his seed at tasting him on your tongue. It was bitter, but not overwhelmingly so, there was something almost sweet about it, which made you suck your fingers completely into your mouth, swallowing his seed that coated them.

Gojo watched with a slack jaw at the show you were putting on, his cock twitched to life as he watched you eagerly lick up his cum. "Fuuuck." He drew, bringing your attention back to him as you popped your fingers out of your mouth, giving him a small smile that made his brain short-circuit.

"I have so much to teach you." He grinned, caressing the side of your face as you closed your eyes, and leaned your face into his hand.

pt.3