#trying to be the bottom righttt

[morgluvsconnie]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭.

bestfriend!ony , fluff , cheating , you and ony being adorbs .

“you think this looks good for a second date?” you asked, looking at your body in front of your body mirror.

ony, halfway through a blunt, glanced at you for a few seconds before shrugging. “whatever you think look good, must look good.”

you turned with a frown. “think? now ion wanna wear it no more.” you turned back around, running your hands down the red sundress with your lips pursed together.

“youn look bad at all, just sayin. whatever you put on look good.”

“oh. thanks.” you turned to walk back into the bathroom to try on a different dress.

ony stared at the door for a few seconds after you closed it before rolling his eyes. you came out a while later to look in the mirror again. it was a shorter dress with different heels. “what about this? wait no this ugly.”

you stared for a minute.

ony took another drag from the blunt before sitting up on the edge of the bed. “why you tryna impress dude so much? it ain’t like it matter.” he stared at you as you stumbled to take your heels off.

“that’s my boyfriend, ony. i wanna look good for him.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“youn look this good for me.” ony put the blunt out and leaned back on his hands, staring at you.

“you my friend. friend and boyfriend are two different things.” you said with a serious face, glancing back at him while searching for perfume to put on.

ony pursed his lips together and raised his eyebrows. “ain’t this the second date? why y’all going out to eat on the second date when y’all did that on the first date?”

“why you worried?”

that right there irritated him a little.

“shit… i’m just asking, don’t act like i give a damn.” he shook his head before looking at you again. he couldn’t help but scan your body. you looked good in everything, why was it such a big deal?

you stayed silent at his remark, sighing and dragging yourself to the bathroom.

“now you mad cus i’m being for real. yeah ight.” ony rested his elbows on his knees, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.

as long as he been wanting you, and you been going on dates with all these different boys? well, like three. but to him? that was reaching.

“not mad.”

“ain’t this yall third month being together and you just on the second date?”

you furrowed your eyebrows in an annoyed way and slowly turned your head towards ony. “whattt does that have to do with you?”

“ion know i’m just sayin that’s kinda lame. y’all should just be goin out by now.”

you waved him off and fully came out the bathroom. “is this cute or not, ony?”

“you not listening.”

you rested your eyes and crossed your arms.

ony stared you in your eyes for a few seconds. “just don’t go.”

you frowned and uncrossed your arms “what?”

“don’t go. he ain’t putting in no real effort anyway.” ony sighed and shook his head. “that’s dumb not to go. that’s my boyfriend.” you tried to explain but he really wasn’t tryna hear that.

“if you gotta spend 3 hours to impress him, he ain’t yo boyfriend.” onys eyes trailed down to your body. “me personally, i think you look good in everything.” he grabbed your waist to spin you around. “for real.”

“ony.” you grabbed his wrists, but you didn’t even wanna move his hands. “if you think i’m about to cheat on my boyfriend…” you tilted your head, unsure of what you really wanted to do.

“what he gon do?” ony rubbed your waist, pulling you towards him, looking you up and down.

you smacked your lips, sighing loudly. “why would you do this?”

ony grinned. “righttt. you can take that dress off and get comfortable.”

you poked your bottom lip out a little before turning around to walk towards the bathroom. “but do i look pretty?”

“gorgeous. always.”

ignore typos!

[phoenixinthefiles]

WAIT A MINUTE

So Gwen opened Miles sketchbook and flipped through it right? Then she opened the package of one of his special figurines right? And those were objectively minor offenses right? RIGHTTT

Then she committed a big offense by lying to him because she stupidly thought she was supposed to and it would help him right? RIGHT

AND SHE GOT CALLED RACIST AND WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF FOR DOING THAT RIGHT?

AND PEOPLE ARE SAYING MILES SHOULDN’T FORGIVE HER RIGHT?

But when George, a GROWN man, pointed a GUNNNNNNN at his daughter we moved on because she forgave him? 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

I don’t know about y’all but I consider pointing a gun at your DAUGHTER to be a more serious offense than anything Gwen did.

And no I am not saying you’re a misogynist for hating on Gwen and not talking about George because that would be stupid

I’m saying that Gwen is a teenage girl who made a BIG mistake but she is ACTIVELY trying to correct it and y’all aren’t whining about her because you’re angry she did something wrong,

You’re angry with her because you want to be. I don’t know the reason, only you do just answer me this.

If Gwen pointed a gun at Miles to stop him from leaving the spider society and going home, would you forgive her simply because Miles did?

You want to know what I think y’all would do if Gwen did that? I think the atsv tag would be absolutely flooded with people taking about the trauma Gwen inflicted on Miles because she pulled a gun on him and he’s black. And you would all be right to say that because it would be true.

But it’s not true that Gwen is racist because she made all these mistakes and they affected a black person. Miguel literally slammed him into a train, put all his grown man weight on him, yelled in his face and called him a mistake and nobody called him racist??????

Bottom line stop hating on a teenager who THOUGHT she was doing the right thing because you apparently have issues with her relationship with Miles.

And you may be wondering to yourself “why is she getting this riled up over a fictional character?” Because the hate that people have for her transcends the fictional world she’s in.

[aangel-fishh]

you thought i was feelin you? [spider noir brainrot :3]

y’all i’ve been obsessed with spider noir for a hot minute he’s so fine.

CW: some grammar errors, ngl this is a test for how i wanna write him in the future, ftm reader :3, headcanons for coin slots and slingers, use of the words ‘cunt’ ‘goodies’ and ‘t-dick’, fingering (reader receiving), oral (both parties receiving), using ‘hear me out’ way too much ☠️, soft dom noir, spiderMUNCH noir :3, !! NOT PROOFREAD !!

☆ - ftm reader

FEM ALLIGNED DNI

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okay i need y’all to hear me OUTTTTT i think he eats pussy and sucks dick like a god.

like he def gets off to hearing you whine out broken phrases of “wait-! s’too much, slow down~!”

you’d probably have to physically PRY him away from your goodies he’s just so EURHRHRHRH 🤭🤭😽😽😽😽

don’t even bother trying to move your hips away from him. he’ll grip your hips and pull you flush against his face just to hear you whine and cry

hear me out rq

☆ after a good amount of time of being on testosterone, bottom growth was a side effect.

☆ he’d eat you out and pays special attention to your clit because he knows your sooo sensitive.

☆ he’ll even bob his head a lil bit while sucking on your t-dick <3

☆ stuffs his face in your cunt and eats you out like a starved man at the last supper LORDDD

☆ fingering you while y’all make out ^_^

☆ loves love love love LOVESS the feeling of your cunt around his fingers while his index and ring finger brush against your g-spot and you’re moaning into his mouth.

☆ circles your clit while you make out, maybe slapping it a few times if he’s feeling a lil bit silly

don’t even get me started on sucking dick.

he looks so pretty with your cock in his mouth, looking up at you to see your head thrown back and your brows furrowed

circling his thumb around ur head and playing w the slit as he makes out with you just to hear you moan into his mouth <3

pumps your shaft with his gloves on while he swirls his tongue around the tip.

kisses the tip just to tease you. and fuck he looks pretty doing it

loses it if you push his head down or grab his hair and shove your dick farther down his throat.

doesn’t pull away until your crying and you’ve came at LEAST twice

on the topic of receiving, he has a sensitive spot *righttt* under the tip that makes his thighs jump and makes him whimper and WHINE.

mutters out broken apologies if he accidentally get a bit too rough (shoving his dick down your throat too rough or accidental face fucking)

puts a hand behind your head and pushes your head down if he’s really into it

whimpers when he gets close, his thighs twitch and his head is thrown back, his cheeks are flushed and he’s very *very* vocal.

LOVESS missionary, prefers it because it’s ‘lovemaking’ and not ‘fucking’

def says ‘i love you’ during missionary

sappy sex, send tweet

missionary while holding your hands, lips locked in the sloppiest way, bullying his cock into you with the intent of breeding you.

if he’s really into it he’ll fold you into a mating press or hold your knees to your chest while he spears his dick inside you

he doesn’t care if you’re on the pill or if you straight up can’t get pregnant, he’ll fill you anyway

he’ll probably try cowgirl if he’s feeling adventurous

grips your hips and bounces you on his dick

it’s not ‘fucking’, he’s ‘making love’

doesn’t like cumming on your face

he’s old fashioned, he thinks it’s weird

“why waste it?”

however he will pull out and cum on your stomach because he lovess how pretty it looks

BODY. WORSHIP.

puts your pleasure WAYYY over his

if you’re not crying from overstimulation or twitching, he’s not satisfied ‼️‼️

gets pussydrunk easily

overstimulates himself on accident and you because he just can’t get enough of how pretty you sound

top tier aftercare

goes the extra mile: cooks you dinner, runs you a bath, gives you a massage, cuddles

shit, he’ll even wash your hair for you.

cuddling after your bath and dinner. your head on his chest while he strokes your hair or caresses your face, kissing your head, telling you how good you did, and how much he loves you

he’s a good cook, he’ll even make you breakfast in the morning

marry him.

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i urgently need to eat his ass i’ve been obsessed w him since the first movie came out ^_^

[sensitivebellybutton]

Navel Play Guide Part 2: Advanced Play

First of all, I'm so happy to see that some of you enjoyed the first part! It was so flattering hearing how good you felt (and how some of you came hehe). We're now finally getting round to the second part, where I will be teaching you even more fun belly stuff!

This is some more advanced stuff that will hopefully make you even more flustered, whimpery and subby than last time. No time to waste!

PART ZERO: GATHER YOUR TOOLKIT

Your shopping list for today's lesson is as follows:

Electric toothbrush (preferably round-headed)

Lotion

Small bottle of a fizzy drink (keep it cold)

A fine-tipped pen

Snacks (cos they're tasty)

Got all that? Wonderful.

PART ONE: A LITTLE TEASE

I am a firm believer in the Knot Is Lava rule (see other guide for what I mean by this). So no going anywhere near your belly button just yet please! We have to get you all worked up first.

Grab your bottle of fizzy drink and lay on your back with your chest propped up by a pillow. Your belly up to your ribs must be exposed.

Unscrew the lid of the drink (careful of it exploding haha).

Now, as carefully as you can, pour a little drop of it between your ribs. The cold should give you a bit of a shock.

Okay, now let the drop run all the way down your belly, pooling in your belly button. Focus on the sensation of the bubbles fizzling about inside there. Shut your eyes, enjoy the sensation, pouring more should you need to top it up.

Did that feel good honey? Try not to make a mess with that drink, bring some kitchen roll to mop it up (though do NOT clean out the inside of your navel as that requires touching it).

PART TWO: COLOUR BY NUMBERS

If you followed the first guide, you would have given your belly button a thorough examination, learning where all the most sensitive and responsive little details are. We can't let that go to waste! Grab your pen, we're doing some artwork.

Lay with your back against something, a wall or a chair will do. Just ensurs you can see into your navel properly.

Now, I want you to place the tip of the pen down just next to your navel rim. Press veryyy gently.

Count to 10 slowly in your head. In this time, draw a circle right the way around the outside of your navel. You should only finish when you reach 10.

Place the pen tip righttt on the edge of your rim and repeat the above step. Don't let it slip inside your belly button.

The next step depends on your depth. If you are able to, place the tip onto the upper wall of your navel (again, no touching the knot). Another ten second circle please.

And now, place the tip in the corner of your knot. Twenty second circle please, right the way round the edge of your knot. Don't go near the central point just yet.

Finishing the circle, you're going to draw one line from the bottom end of your knot to the top. Begin counting to twenty, then start repeating this process along your wholee knot. Lines from bottom to top, slowly and gently, activating every single nerve ending.

Now, you may enjoy your knot. Use the pen to stimulate whatever details feel the best at whatever speed is comfortable for you. This marks the end of this activity.

PART THREE: DEEP CLEAN

Don't make your button too sore just yet, we still have one more activity! Make sure you have the lotion and toothbrush with you, you're laying down and you're suitably navel-horny, this is a big one.

You've already teased your navel enough with the pen in the above activity, this is your chance to simply let go and experience everything your belly button has to offer! Drop a small amount of lotion onto the toothbrush (only a bit), place it inside your navel, and then hit the on button.

I like to move mine around in anti-clockwise circles, moving the surrounding belly with it. Hold it as hard or as soft as you feel is best and let yourself enjoy darling, you deserve it <333.

You can keep up this exercise as long as you like, whether until its when you orgasm or when you simply have had enough, this is a fun reliever from all that teasing you've been doing.

That wraps up this second part! I wanted to provide more interesting self-play options before I moved onto stuff like partner play. If anybody has any more ideas for the next installment please do let me know!

Until next time,

Navel Sweetheart.

[rggie]

twst boys on a school trip

characters: all.

summary: crowley (after being bribed) prepares a little reward for all his students’ hard work. a trip to an amusement park!

cw: gn!reader, crack and fluff, sfw, carsickness. ortho = strictly platonic! wc: 900+

𓏸 arrives an hour early

sunglasses? check. sunscreen? check. emergency first-aid kit? umbrella? a spare change of clothes? extra money? check, check, check. he even bought an extra backpack in case the huge camping one he already bought wasn’t enough. he was not taking any chances, scratching the nape of his neck and tapping his foot impatiently as his stomach rumbled.

admist all that preparation, he forgot to have breakfast.

RIDDLE, AZUL, jack, sebek (was overexcited)

𓏸 takes mugshots on transport

drool is running down the corner of your chin and your head is rested on his shoulder, lolling to the side a little when the vehicle travels over a bump or indent in the road. he thinks you look absolutely hilarious, snickering under his breath as he pulls out his phone. his best friend gives him a warning look but he’s rolling his eyes. you have so many pictures of him looking atrocious, but he has none of you. of course he’ll delete it later if you tell him to, & you can always get him back for it on the way home. he snaps a selfie of you both: him in the foreground, grinning, you in the background, barely visible due to his broad shoulders, his friends frowning around you. adds heart emojis and sends it to you before making it his lockscreen.

keeps looking back at it afterwards and smiles. nobody else understands what’s so endearing about that photo for him to be looking at it so lovingly. he’s holding his phone with a dreamy look on his face… cringe.

ACE, CATER, lilia, floyd (will NOT delete the photo), rook (he genuinely thinks you’re beautiful like this. what is wrong with him.)

𓏸 the reason the trip takes twice as long

blame the rough road, not him. his stomach is doing flips as he lurches forward, hand flying to his mouth. get him out of this wretched thing! you’re calling for a teacher when he spills his guts all over you. horror paints his whole face as he realises what he’s just done. you meet his eyes with a grimace. your bottom half is ruined. he will never live this one down.

does anyone have a spare change of clothes?

AZUL, IDIA, JAMIL

𓏸 heads straight for the food

yeah, rides were cool. but amusement park snacks? it’s time for him to eat his fill. such a vast plethora of different things… the smell… his mouth is already watering…

oh, are you hungry? you want to share some of his...? bad news. seems like he ate all of it already.

GRIM, RUGGIE, (he thought it was free. you had to pay for him in the end)

𓏸 passes out on the rides

he’s holding onto you tightly as the rollercoaster climbs higher and higher up it’s path. why did he go on this again? for fun?

oh righttt, he’s trying to prove how capable he is to you. you can lean onto his shoulder if you’re scared, okay? you’re at the peak of the rollercoaster now, carriage slightly tilting as you exchange apprehensive glances. huh… this is kind of romantic? he opens his mouth to say something. what if he confessed—the rollercoaster whooshes down faster than he expected it to. you’re screaming at the top of your lungs when you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder. you turn to see him PASSED OUT?? you’re frantically shaking him but receive no response. he’s a goner.

the ride’s camera snaps a comical photo of him. you’re buying it instantly. he pushes it into your hands telling you to keep the events of this ride a secret. this was for your eyes only, okay? you just wave him off absentmindedly with a smile before checking up on his condition. for a second you were scared for him!

he internally fistpumps. he might not have gotten to confess, and he may have looked like an idiot, but at least he got you to dote on him. so who’s the real winner here? (…it’s not him...)

EPEL, DEUCE, RUGGIE, KALIM, TREY, SILVER

𓏸 survives all the rides like a champ

what? you thought a place like this would take him down? please. give him more credit. this is child’s play. literally.

but feel free to reward him for being brave.

VIL, LEONA, LILIA, ROOK, FLOYD, JADE, JACK (not cocky, just proud. jack is built different)

𓏸 still stuck on claw machines.

he doesn’t care if these are rigged. he. WILL. get. that. plushie. he noticed earlier you were looking at it, but before he could ask you about it you were getting dragged away by another student. this is his chance. he’ll win this prize and give it to you!

except his thaumarks are being run dry. each time the claw machine picks the plushie up, it just falls again! or if he manages to grapple the toy, it slips out before he can even get it to the drop zone. he’s been at it for at least half an hour and there’s a cue of children behind him asking when it’s their turn. parents are cursing at him for hogging the machine and his patience is running thin. just one more try, and he’ll give it up. just one more, okay?

IDIA, ORTHO, RIDDLE (he doesn’t know it’s rigged.)

𓏸 was left behind

he’s clutching the amusement park flyer with a grim look on his face, lips pulled into a perpetual pout. where is everyone? he leans against the school entrance; it feels as though crickets would start chirping at any second. looking through the gate, there seems to be no sign of any other people around, or a school bus—or anything at all. the area is desolate, lacking the life or incessant chatter a school should have.

as he checks the time on his non-existent wristwatch for the umpteenth time, his eyes widen and then narrow again. he realises that he’s been left behind.

MALLEUS (teleports there enraged)

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[wheredafandomat]

F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P5❤️‍🔥 Swive

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Your lips continued to glide over one another’s as his hand travelled up your top leaving shivers on your back. Relief flooded your system with the knowledge that it wasn’t as cut and dry as Loki not wanting to marry you, he had a reason. You were happy to continue the relationship knowing that you’d never wed. As long as you and Loki loved each other, that was enough.

“How much do you love me?” You asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“A lot.” He answered, resuming the kiss, unhooking your bra, helping you to rid yourself of it.

“How much do you love me?” You repeated again, with a grin.

“More than anything.” He answered, reciprocating your expression before kissing you passionately again, bucking his hips into you as the kiss grew more shameless, sinful. Switching your positions, Loki was on top of you, breaking the kiss to move his lips to your neck. Soft moans escaped you as he alternated between sucking and biting.

“How much do you love me?”

“Exceedingly.” He replied, stopping his kissing as he sat slightly up, looking down at you. You felt his hand gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your breasts. Leaning back down, he began massaging one of your breasts with his hand whilst his tongue explored the other, running over your nipple. He alternated his movements as you arched your back at his touch.

Kissing his way down you, when Loki reached the hem of your trousers, he glanced up at you, stopping his movements. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him before nodding, prompting him to continue. He did so by pulling your bottoms down before you kicked them off of you when they reached your ankles. Leaving delicate kisses over your exposed legs, Loki slowly opened them revealing you to him. He showered dainty kisses on the inside of your thighs, working his way upwards towards your core.

“Lokiii.” You whined at his teasing.

“Shhh.” He smirked, stopping his movements as he looked up at you causing you to roll your eyes. Slowly, painfully slowly, he leant back down, pressing a kiss on your clit causing you to instantly close your eyes again. The whole feeling of him simply kissing you there so lightly was euphoric in its own way, you almost gasped when he began adding more pressure, flicking your clit with his skilful tongue. Your hand found the back of his head as you held him against you. Using one of his fingers, he entered you causing the moans you were trying to stifle escape you.

“Righttt thereee.” You moaned as his tongue circled your clit whist his finger pumped in and out of you hitting that perfect spot. The sound of him lapping you up was almost impious.

“That feel good my inamorata?” He questioned, glancing up at you as you writhed beneath him.

“Mmmm.” You hummed desperately chasing your release.

His movement on your clit accelerated as he alternated between circling it, sucking it and flicking it side to side. He revelled in the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair as he pleasured you. You finally let go with a breathless pant of his name prompting him to slow his pace. Your eyes remained closed as you rode your high until you felt him hooking your legs around his shoulders.

“What are you—OH.” You gasped when he lifted you up, carrying you towards the bed. He laid you down onto it before settling between your legs as he unbuckled his belt, quickly discarding it on the floor. Pulling his trousers down enough to allow his erection to spring free, he glided it through your wet folds, lubricating himself. Reaching between you both, you took charge, guiding him into you. You both moaned as he entered you deeply. His lips found yours as he began unhurriedly moving in and out of you. You moaned into the sloppy kiss feeing Loki entering you again, filling you to the hilt as your hands ran up and down his back. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as he basked in pleasure.

“I love you.” He spoke against your lips as the bed began to move whilst he fucked you harder. “I love you y/n.”

“Don’t stop” you begged, tightly gripping his shoulders. At this point, he was mercilessly entering you.

“I can’t control myself.” He groaned “you’re perfect.”

“LOKIIIII.” You screamed as you came. Feeling your walls gripping him, Loki came too, slowing his thrusts as he caught his breath back. Falling into the bed next to you, you and Loki lied on your backs, facing the ceiling as you swam in utopia. Your mind began to wonder. Curiosity getting the better of you, you broke the silence.

“What happens if I do?” You asked.

“Do what?”

“If I survive?”

“You’ll be like me.” Loki answered tiredly.

“Immortal?”

“Mmm.” He hummed. You once again laid in silence as you took his words in. Immortality? You’d never leave Seven, always have Loki. “Y/N, No.” Loki Spoke sternly knowing your silence meant you were thinking.

“Loki we have to do it. We have to try.” You insisted.

“I can’t.”

“We have to. There’s a chance we could be in sevens life for millennia together. Loki we could even have another child.” You pleaded. Despite how much Loki wanted another child, he couldn’t risk loosing you. He wouldn’t risk it.

“It’s too great a risk y/n.”

“Fine! Sentence me to death in a few decades or perhaps I’ll die even sooner.” You exclaimed, standing from the bed and wrapping a sheet around you as you walked towards the bathroom “would that satisfy you? No more having to look after your whiny midgardian girlfriend.”

“Y/N THAT IS ENOUGH!” Loki snapped, standing up from the bed “don’t you dare insult my y/n, the mother of my child, the strongest woman I know, the love of my life. I can’t risk loosing you, I can’t risk Seven loosing you.” He spoke calmer as he moved some hair out of your face “why can’t you understand? I can’t lose you so soon.”

“But I want to stay Loki. I want to stay.” You mumbled “it’s not fair.”

“I know y/n, I know.” He soothed, pulling you against him.

AU where Lokis a vampire 😂

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@geeky-politics-46

@laufeyson965

@mischief2sarawr

@immersed-in-mischief

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Thottery

Summary: your doing pottery

Warnings: i guess sexual tension? AND YOUR A WITCHHH- AND A PLANT MOMMY- AND SOULMATES

A/n: its all i could think of when i saw tom in that tank top- and

It was another day in the shop, silence filling the room as you walked around to see the stuff you and tom made, the small store cozy, mostly green and beige everywhere to get a warm mood going.

The room smelled like roses, an incense in your hand as you took your time, slightly bobbing your head to nirvana in the background.

The bell rung letting you know someone was here, you poked your head from the shelves and looked at the door, seeing tom struggle with donuts in his dominant hand while the coffee stood in the other.

“Youre late!” You smiled and he groaned, thanking you when you made your way over to grab the donuts. “Im not late- your just early” he said, watching as you took a donut out and bit into it.

You and tom shared the shop, yes he had dreams of going to be a actor but he wasnt gonna ditch you. Youve both been best friends since he accidentally tripped you and made you cry in 5th grade, which he begged to do your homework as an apology. But there was always a tension when you both grew up, he sent you letters, well check up letters, if you need help on your homework letters, sometimes a hershy bar glued to it.

You told him your okay all the time and to stop wasting time on you, telling him to go feed his dog or clean his room because you knew he always forgot. You sent letters back too, you both didnt call each other because you liked the old ways and he admires that, he liked that you rode on your skateboard just to see him and ask him hows hes doing, he just felt like you are heaven sent.

“Righttt, well i got some crystals” you smiled at him, setting the donuts on the small white table before grabbing the box of crystals. “Y/n you know i dont like that witch stuff!” He glared at you and placed the coffee down next to the donuts.

“But tommy!” You smacked your lips, bending your knees repeatedly like a child. “They’re so beautiful and they mean something! I even got candles and cardsssss!”

He gave you a blank stare, before looking away “fine” “thank youuuu!” You walked over and he sat in his stool infront of the turntable, you made your way over and set the box in his lap, getting on your knees and opening the box.

“Swear that you wont curse me or this has no bad juju” “i just have to clean them first-“ “Y/N!” He groaned “whatttt!” You poked his leg, “stop being mean to me!”

“Im not being mean to you!” He looked down at you, you let out a hmph and got up, snatching the box before taking it into the backroom where your shared stuff went.

“Im sorry y/n!” He said, looking in the direction of the back room but sighed when he didn’t get an answer, instead of saying something again he got up to go back there, seemed like you went to the bathroom because you disappeared. He grabbed a bucket and filled it with water, then he grabbed a thing of clay that was wrapped in saran wrap to keep it fresh and went back to his turn table.

He set the stuff down, putting his foot on to buttom and watching the small circle turn before lifting his white shirt, revealing his abs right before his black tank top came down.

He heard the box of donuts opening which left a smile on his face, quietly walking over and sneaking behind the shelf before throwint his shirt at you, leaving a groan before you looked back at him, shooting him a glare.

“Can you hold that for me?” “You couldve kept it in the back smarty pants” “i guess i didnt want to this time” he shrugged with a smrik, walking off “your shirt stinks!” You lied, making him laugh and shake his head before sitting down and getting to work.

You looked through google trying to find more research about the crystals before tom called you for help. “Y/nnnnn!” “Yes thomas?” You asked, still looking at your phone.

“I need your helppp!” He said, looking down at the awkward clay bowl, a few lumps here and there in it. “Coming!” You stood and made your way over, wheb you peeked your head out you saw him trying to fix it.

His hair fluffy so his curles hanged over his head, his fingers painted with clay as he gently rubbed the bowl trying to flatten it out.

“What happened?” You asked and he sighed, shrugging “it just isnt working” “it’s probably like that because you didnt put on your lucky apron” you chuckled, grabbbing the both yours and his aprons next to the large green plant.

A loud groan left his lips as his shoulders slumped and rested his eblow on his knee, setting his cheek on his knuckles as he looked at you walking over. “Dont bring any bad spirits in here tom”

“Hey! Im not trying to!” He playfully rolled his eyes, you handed him his apron, small spidermans on it while yours had my little ponys.

“Alrightttt” you muttered, telling him to move his hand, when he did you sat on the leg nearest to you and he instantly wrapped his hand around your waist, watching as you dipped your hands in the water. “Its your turn to wash the aprons” you muttered, he let out a hum and a small laugh before you stepped on the button, letting the water drip from your hands and onto the clay.

“Can you make a heart in the middle?” He whispered, rubbing your side as he watched your hands work. “Whos it for?” You laughed and he shrugged “you” “me?” Your eyebrows furrowed and he squeezed your waist tight “yeah, why not?”

“Uh- i dont know?” You shrugged a bit, stuttering. Trying your hardest to focus but you messed up, a sigh leaving both of your lips as you had to restart.

You put the clay back in a glob, putting your hands around making it tall, a cough left toms lips as he looked away, while you tried your hardest not to laugh. “Y/n fix it” he asked. “I dont know...i kinda like it like this” you said, placing a hand on his knee.

“It looks like a penis” and with that you laughed “no seriously fix itttt!” “Okay okay, only if you let me do a reading on you”

“Y/n i dont like witchery” “but you like harry potter?” “I-its different” “fineee, i only wanted to know what your love life is looking like” you muttered and toms ears perked up. “You can find that out?” “Yeah, but you dont want to soooo-“

“Okay okay! Just fix please!” He lifted the knee that you were sitting on and rubbed your side letting you know he was ready. You chuckled and got to work.

About 5 minutes later you asked for toms hands, he gave them to you willingly and you sat all the way in his lap, tugging his hands forward his head was right in your neck, heavy breathing on your neck as you could help but get a little goosebumps on your neck.

You rocked his hands back and forth “mhm, just like that” you muttered “yeah like this?” He teased, “no your fucking up”. “Fuck off” you both laughed, you let his hands go and let him do it on his own.

“Are you ready for the reading?” You asked, tom sitting infront of you nervously and shirtless, both of your hands clean and creation drying in the back.

“I think so” he shrugged, you lit the sage “this is a cleaner okay, calm down. This is to save me and you from getting possessed”

His jaw dropped as he got up, a loud laugh leaving your lips before you told him your kidding. “Dont play like that y/n!”

You set the crystals out, on the end of the both of your ends of the table. “Y/n we arent transporting to another dimension, right?” He asked, looking at the sage and how professional it looks. “Noo we arent, you want the love reading or not”

“Im gonna shut up” he said and you agreed, telling him it would save the whole world. You shuffled the deck before knocking on it, his eyebrows furrowed as he let out that the sage stinks which made you shoot daggers.

“Alright tom” you let out a deep sigh, looking at the card infront of you. He looked at you confused, then looked at the cards.

“The Fool, High priestess, The Lovers, and death reversed” you looked up at him and lifted your eyebrows “are you resisting something?”

He shrugged “what could I possibly be resisting?”

“Im seeing soulmates, mystery and innocence. Maybe uhhhh something from childhood, someone from childhood”

He felt a cold chill, but made it stay hidden.

“Young, im getting young, you’ve probably walked by your soulmate already, had some type of chatting with them, gotten close to them, maybe some type of physical touch?” You mostly talked to yourself, tapping The Fool card before grabbing the deck, two cards flipping out and landing on tom. You reached over and grabbed them, “The World Reversed and The Star, tom you are holding something back and your spirits are giving you hope, they are hoping you are gonna speak up because you are disappointing them”

“Well im not holding anything back!” He said, panicked. “Do you think or feel like youve passed your soulmate?” You asked, he hesitatingly nodded his head. “That you have touched them?” He nodded again, a large smile on your face.

“Im so excited for youuu!” You danced in your chair, tom grinned a bit, “uhm with these card i feel like they ARE spiritual. Thomas” you glared at him. “And lets check the bottom of the deck”

You looked at the bottom and saw “temperance, i getting that after you do this, weight will be lifted off of your shoulders”

“Uhh okay” he awkwardly smiled, shifting in his seat. You looked at all the cards “lets get into looks”

“Im seeing a lot off y/s/c (your skin color), they might have y/e/c, i see they have a bright smile, y/h/c”

“Y/n?” He asked. You looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows “why does that describe you?” “Describe me...?” You took it all in, going back and furrowing your eyebrows as you thought about what you said.

“Are you my soulmate?” He asked. “How am I supposed to know that? And uh, soulmates doesnt always mean that we like each other, were just connect platonically” “but what if we arent.......platonic soulmates?” He asked, looking at you.

“Why wouldnt we?” You did a panicked laugh. “I dont know” “do you think we are soulmates?” You asked, putting the cards down. “I mean, we get along really well” he looked away from you, you bit your lip.

“So we are soulmates,” “i guess yeah” he shrugged “platonic soulmates-“ “i-i dont think so” he looked at you, “tom what-“ “i dont wanna be platonic soulmates y/n”

Your eyebrows furrowed “do you like me?” You laughed, and he nodded, “i uh always have” he played with his fingers and looked down at his bare chest. “Why did you tell me sooner?”

“Huh?” He looked up at you. “You were obviously stressing for no reason-“ “do you like me too?”

“Yes” you shrugged, you had to. You noticed your love for him when he sent you your fith letter.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚/𝒏,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆-𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒈. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒊 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚.

“And you didnt say anything?” “Well i wasnt into spirits and shit like that when i was 15!” You said to him. “So we love each other. Like not platonically but like” he put his first fingers together. “To fast!” You said, and he laughed standing up and leaning over the table and you did the same, his hand came up to your cheek as yours went to the nape of his neck to play with the hairs, he gently pressed his lips on yours, you giggled against his lips and kissed back.

When you both pulled away you pressed your foreheads together, both laughing and pressing each others lips together again “im like 95 percent sure our spirit guides are high fiving each other right now” you muttered. “Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your lips. “Yeah” “mhm” “are they like watching us right now?”

“I dont wanna freak you out” you bit his bottom lip tugging it. “You wont freak me out i promise” “nahhhh”

[zae82]

Ouh… Awkward

This hot guy over here went over to Tony’s fancy penthouse. Well Sharon lives there now. So Steve O went for a swim. Tony has this cool pool where the bottom and sides are all glass.

So he had lunch with Tony, Pepper and Sharon and Steve spoke with Sharon for a while.

Then Sharon sort of flirted with him and it was awkward but Steve was like Righttt… I gotta go now. Got a hot wife I’m crazy about waiting for me at home. Also I switched to Sharon’s household while in the game and as soon as she came on to him, Steve immediately needed to leave Tony’s place. Like he knew what Sharon was trying to do and he was like Nope… gotta admit it, kinda impressed because I had no control over Steve’s action and he just needed to go. Steve Rogers. What a man!

Said wife is having a nice time relaxing by the pool while Wanda swims.

Okay Hot hot hot Capwidow bedroom activities.

Like you know doggy is hard to make it er passable here.

And Date Night at a seafood restaurant.

Also Mr & Mrs Rogers do love to slow dance.

I love them 😍😍😍 best comicverse couple since Lois & Clark. I mean no one can beat the OG best comicverse couple of all time. But Capwidow is definitely the sexiest. Hah

[yamithediaperdork]

Crime and punishment (MHA)

Crime and Punishment

Out of all the duties that Katsuki thought was a waste of time for hero's in training and legends of awesomeness like himself, Touring experimental new prisons had to be up there near the top. Normally he'd be able to bully someone else in the class into taking the job off his hands but today no such luck as the teachers had taken notice and were watching him like a god damn hawk. Adding to his bucket of annoyance was who he was partnered up with for this little tour, Izuku Midoriya himself..or as Katsuki preferred to call the green haired cry baby: Deku. (though it did spoil some of his fun his cruel nickname for the weakling had been taken by the crybaby as his hero name. still...) Adding to the total bullshit that this assignment was, not only were they suppose to take notes and report back with their suggestions so the full trained heroes could make a judgment call (which rendered the whole fucking thing moot if you asked Katsuki his humble opinion) But they had to do it in costume. Being of the mindset he put on his uniform to fight and blow things up, not do paperwork, this just served to piss the already poorly tempered hero in training off even more. they were currently in the office of the warden for this new experiential jail and he'd gone off into his own little world while the balding man with the big nose rambled on and on. He knew Deku would be a good little suck up and soak in every word and he'd just copy the nerd's report when this was all done anyways. He only tuned back in when Deku nudged him with his elbow and Katsuki realized they had been talking to him and he'd just been staring off into space. "what?" He asked. "..As I was telling your collage here, we need you to both sign some waivers given the technology that will be on display here, as well as a wavier not to tell anyone other then the hero's your reporting too about what you saw here today." the warden said, frowning. "Yeah yeah, whatever. just give me the stupid paper work and lets get this over with." Katsuki said. "Ah, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite...I think you should read the paper work and make sure you know what your signing first. Since you kinda..zoned out there." Deku said. "whatever nerd." Katsuki said, though GOD he loved his hero name and leaned in as if he was going to humor the nerd..then just signed the paper work. The warden rolled his eyes but took out two badges that the heroes could wear around their necks and handed them over. "..what, you think SOMEHOW your guards are gonna mistake us for some of your inmates?" Katsuki asked and Deku face palmed. "I really wish you'd just pay attention.." the crybaby whined softly. "what?!" Katsuki huffed. "Maybe if you didn't have the attention span of a toddler Mr..and I can't believe I'm even going to say this.. 'Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite', You'd of heard how much of our system is automated and that badge will keep you from being seen as a prisoner by the computers." the Warden said dryly. "..Who you calling a tod-" Katsuki started, but Deku stepped in and broke it up.

Huffing and pouty, Katsuki trailed behind the warden and Deku as they talked on and on and pictured how easy it would be to just toss a little blast at their feet, for a jump scare. 'heh, better now. Deku will just wet himself and bawl like a baby, again. They should just get a pacifier for him to suck on like the big baby he is.' Katsuki mused, mentally picturing Deku in just a oversized diaper and in a playpen, oversized paci in his mouth and bawling. So vivid was the mental image for a second Katsuki thought he must of been imposing it as he looked into one of the cells. Because there on the floor, hugging a teddy bear was a bald tanned skinned man, maybe in his 30, and he was dressed like a fucking toddler. like, as in paw patrol socks on, and he was wearing a freaking diaper shirt with a dino print on it and uh, yeah.. Mother fucking diapers that showed due to their thickness! the guy didn't even seem to notice him, he was busy sucking on a paci and watching a tv in the room. "what the fuckkkkk?" Katsuki laughed out loud. "..and I see the toddler is back with us." the warden said. "I'ma let that slide because what the fuck? why's that guy in huggies?" Katsuki asked, jerks a thumb at the window and snickering. "We uh..we went over this in the office Great Explosion Murder Death God..This prison is utilizing a new form of regressive therapy.." Deku said, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, the fuck did this guy do to end up being put back in pampers?" Katsuki asked. "must of been a real terror in actual prison for them to make him partake in this!" "-sigh- for the benefit of toddlers who don't listen.." The warden said, coming over and taping a few button on the control panel by the prisoners door, and the wall became transparent for them to get a better view. "Call me a toddler one more time, I fucking dare you." Katsuki grumbled. "ANYWAYS! Every one of the inmates in this prison is a volunteer who is getting 10 years shaved off of their sentences to try this. If the program is approved and if they wish to keep being part of it, further time will be shaved off." The warden said. "Each cell  is equipped to look after and care for the inmates as if they were little boys or girls since it's a unisex prison, or if they just happen to be transgender. it's not OUR place to judge them." As the warden spoke, the prisoner who apparently didn't know he was being watched, suddenly got up on his knees and hugged a stuffie close to his chest as he started to make scrunchie faces. "..Is he.." Deku asked, turning and looking away to give the guy privacy. "Oh yeah, he's totally baking brownies." Katsuki snorted. As Katsuki and the warden watched, the back of the inmates diaper shirt and well, of course, diapers puffed out and expanded, to the point the crotch snaps burst open. "Sheesh, fucker must of been holding it in for ages." Katsuki observed. "actually it's part of the diet their on, we feel frequent and massive movements help with breaking down their ego's and let's them accelerate the reforming processes." The warden said proudly. "Righttt..ok fess up. you just like making tough guys shit they're brains out right?" Katsuki asked and chuckled. "..Your a very unpleasant person. I'm going to make a request you NOT be sent for the follow up review." "Oh nooo, I don't have to come here and listen to you drone on and on and watch adults crap themselves. I'm soooo heart broken about that." Katsuki said and rolled his eyes. walking away from the scene and leaving Deku trying to look over and make sure it was ok, Katsuki fiddled with his badge as he walked away from them and missed the sight of the metal arms coming out of the walls and attending to the stinky inmate, though Deku did take a interest in this part can came over to watch. "He doesn't um..seem that upset." Deku said. "oh this isn't his first dirty diaper, and there are speakers in there with a calming female voice praising him for making such a big present and telling him what a good boy he is. again, it could of been a male or female voice, we go with what works best for the inmate." Indeed, one of the metal arms with white gloved hands was coming down now and gently patted the inmates squishy bottom as his head, making the man blush but give a big toothy smile. "you wouldn't know it to look at him now, but he was a several bank robber and known for his brutal tactics. I figure with this treatment he'll be reformed in maybe 4 years..5 tops." The warden said with pride in his voice. "wow..I thought he looked familiar..Hey Ka- Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, you gotta come and see-" Deku turned to call Katsuki over and the machines started to lift the inmate to a changing table, but the Blond was gone. "What a shock. the toddler wandered off." The warden said, and punched in a command on the control panel again, making the wall go back to normal. "we'd better go and find him.." Deku nodded and they headed up the hall towards where the the hall split into two paths, and it was there Deku looked down and found Katsuki's ID badge. "uhhh warden? what are the chances he'll be snagged without this on?" Deku asked, holding it up. "Between his attuide and wandering off into areas without at least someone else wearing a badge? 93 percent." The warden said, clearly amused. "...Weeeee better hurry...if they try and diaper him he's libel to blown this whole place up. "

Katsuki had at some point stopped playing with his badge and was just busy looking in at the different inmates, trying to see if he knew any of them from news reports and the like on tv. He made a point of knocking on the windows and getting the big babies attention and smirked as they would blush and hide (well some of them, others would just give a sheepish wave and others outright ignored him) Sadly there didn't seem to be any super villains locked up, though then again what villain would of volunteered for something like this? He was making his way to the next cell when suddenly a green light scanned over him, hurting his eyes for a second. "Ow! the fuck!?" he growled, rubbing at them. "Warning: inmate in hallway and not in proper attire. deploying prisoner recapture protocols." A robotic voice called out in the hallway, then was replaced with a sugary sweet male who started to scold him. "Now now, what are you doing out of your cell, and without your cute widdle outfit on little man? you don't wanna make a mess everywhere do you?" as it spoke, multiple holes in the walls opened up and more of the metal arms with the white gloved hands came out of them. "Uh..Hold up, I'm a superhero visiting. I've got a badge and-" Katsuki said, gulping a little and taking a step back, reaching for the badge and finding it gone. "...Well shit on a stick. guess we're doing this the hard way." Having only expected to be doing a little walk around, he hadn't stored any of his explosive sweat for use, though with a fair idea of what these things wanted to do with him, he was flop sweating enough to make up for it. "Such foul language! somebodies in for a mouth washing if he doesn't start behaving! you're already getting a spanking and corner time mister." the Voice announced. "Counter offer: fuck you." Katsuki said and went to work, blowing up two of the arms right off the bat and chagrining in, there was NO way he was gonna lose to a bunch of shitty robot arms! Or that was the going theory till as he got close one of the hands opened up and sprayed a green mist in his face. coughing and then seeing double, Katsuki pouted and got out a final statement before collapsing to the floor. "Knock out gas? No fairrrr!"

He woke up shortly after, and found himself in one of the nursery cells and almost totally naked.  the almost part came from the thick mitten that had been put on both of his hands rendering his powers useless and the booties on his feet. "Nggggh.. damn cheating bas-" "Foul language detected! Bad boy! somebodies getting a mouth washing!" came the male voice over the intercom and before Katsuki could even try and fight back he found himself forced to sit up on the changing change and his arms pinned at his sides by two of the arms.A third one came out of the wall wielding a wet and sudsy bar of soap and Katsuki glared. "Go fuck yourself if you thin-" he started to rant, not quite figuring out that he should of kept his mouth shut and as such the bar was forced into his mouth and he couldn't spit it out, eyes shutting tight and soapy drool trails leaking down his chin. "Maybe five minutes as a soap sucker will help you stop swearing Little guy..but daddy isn't going to hold his breath." the voice said. 'oh good, not only is it a crazy fucking AI that wants to make me a diaper baby..but one with a sense of humor.' Katsuki thought dryly.

Five minutes later and the bar was carefully removed but held close, clearly the machine was waiting to see if he'd learned his lesson. Katsuki for his part was PISSED and wiped at his touage with his mitten hands, trying to get rid of the icky taste. 'Ok Katsuki..you've seen what being a brat got you..let's tone down the attuide and try logic...' He thought, eyeing the walls warily. He hadn't been diapered YET but it was clear that was where he was heading if he didn't figure something out. "uh..What do I call you?" Katsuki said. "Daddy of course little man,m or would you prefer a mommy?" the voice said cheerfully. 'I'd prefer someone dumped a bucket of water on your CPU' Katsuki thought but with GREAT effort kept the comment to himself. "C-Can we talk logically for a second and hold off the diapers? ..Please?" Katsuki said, giving a smile to show he was trying to be good but said smile would of terrified young kids. "..heh I'll hear you out." "Ok so..Were you programed to accept any new inmates at all today? do you have a profile on me that tells you what crimes I supposedly did?" "Scanning..Nope." Daddy said. "Alright..then if I'm not in the system, then I must be telling the truth when I tell you I'm not a inmate right?" Katsuki said and smiled for real. "Hmmm.. well the programmers have been known to be lax when it comes to updates..and you've already earned a 2 month prison term regardless." Daddy said. "What!? what for!?!" Katsuki demanded. the tv clicked to life and footage of Katsuki destroying two of the arms was played. "Destruction of government property." "..ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? YOU STARTED THAT FIGHT!" "Hmmm mouth washing didn't work, let's try anther something else..." Daddy said and the arms moved in again and restrained Katsuki on his tummy and to his horror, a large enema bag was brought out and a rather large looking nozzle. "I bet your just so grumpy because your backed up little guy!" daddy said. "..I really..really..Hate these kind of missions..." Katsuki whimpered.

Deku and the warden did finally find Katsuki, but it was only after finding the scene of the fight, and the warden warning Deku that the machine was programed to automatically add a months sentence for every damaging attack on it. "I mean, I'm sure if we get the head programmer in here we can clear that up..but the machines AI automatically files the charges with the DA so we'll have to talk to them too." the warden explained. With that knowledge in mind Deku thought he'd been prepared to see Katsuki, having known by that point he'd likely been er well..dressed as a inmate. Getting to the cell the warden believed he was in, he punched in the code to make the wall transparent and well..they were greeted by the site of a enema nozzle JUST coming out of Katsuki's backside, and he was being rapidly taped up in a massive white diaper. the blond brat's tummy was bloated and Deku almost could swear he could hear it sloshing and a Pacifier gag had been strapped to his mouth. "He must of been using excessive swearing for it to paci gag him." the warden said, sounding amused. "Yeahhh I can see that.. Uh..Anyway you can try and get this to stop? Like.maybe it won't release him but is there a training potty or something at least?" Deku asked, rubbing the back of his head. truthfully while he wanted to bust a gut laughing he knew that wouldn't be fair to Katsuki, even if the brat had brought this on himself. "Nope. once one of the super poopers goes on, it doesn't come off till filled to the brim." The warden chuckled. "..Super poopers?" "the name of that massive diaper the toddler is wearing." "..you know your enjoying this a little too much." "Oh come on, and your not, even a little bit?" Before Deku could answer he's eyes were drawn to Katsuki as the blond hunched over and loudly whined though his gag, the warden had taken the extra step of making it so they could hear everything too. "Anddd I don't think he's gonna last long enough for a training potty to get in there anyways." taping on the control panel, Katsuki went from staring down at the floor, sweat dripping at his face to looking at them and his cheeks flushed red. he held up one mitten covered hand and waved it, trying to get them to look away but daddy spoke up. "oh look little guy! you have visitors! Hello warden, How are you today?" Daddy asked.

Katsuki whined and started to cry. between the cramps and the utter humiliation of being seen like this he lost any sense of bravo and turned away from the pair watching him, trying to find somewhere to hide before he well, disgraced himself. "I'm fine Daddy. You've made a mistake though daddy, This isn't a inmate of the prison." Katsuki whimpered, massive diaper butt wiggling as he tried to crawl under the crib in the nursery and hearing Deku snort and start to laugh before coughing. "Oh, I guess the little guy was right. It doesn't matter though, per regulation 3467 he's been sentenced to two months of baby rehabilitation warden. the DA has already approved and made it final." Daddy said. "Of course you can start a appeal but that will take 3-5 business days and my little guy here is about to make presents." "wait, how can it get approved if they don't even know who he is?" Deku asked. "I sent a picture of the big baby to be to the DA's office and they handled the rest." Daddy said cheerfully. "..Man I know he pissed off some of the DA last month when they tried to give him a lecture but.." Deku said and rubbed the back of his head. "oh so he's just a ray of sunshine for everyone huh?" any further conversation was drowned out as hearing how he might actually be stuck in baby land for two whole fucking months, Katsuki lost the battle of will's and the back of his massive diaper started to fill up. a little meter even appears as the mushy mess poured out of him, going from 'clean' to 'oppise poopise' in a matter of seconds and heading for 'whoa, stinky' at a alarming pace. "awwww see? I knew my little guy was backed up! Oh! Receiving data from the DA...Update file...There's my good little Katsuki! who's a good super pooper? and such a silly baby, trying to hide!" Daddy coo'ed and then two arms came out and dragged him out from his half way hidden spot under the crib. a rocking horse was moved over as Katsuki was picked up in the air and he shook his head no over and over, but was planted with a SQUISH anyways. "Ride'em cowboy!" Daddy encouraged and Katsuki lost it and was full on bawling, even as he was forced to rock back and forth.

One week later and Katsuki had semi gotten used to his new daily routine. it didn't mean he liked having to wear and use diapers or the stupid fucking baby food or formula..but after 3 days of being gagged except for when eating he'd learned to keep his opinions to himself. he was just a baby in daddy's eyes after all as he was reminded. He got used to the squishy warm wetness that came with a wet diaper though still bawled like..well a baby every time he pooped though he made a honest to god effort to load his diapers at least twice a day to avoid anther enema. Making things so much worse for poor Katsuki was the fact that somehow it'd gotten leaked where he was, though both the warden and Deku claimed it wasn't either of them, and as such other students from the school LOVED to come back and watch Katsuki in his baby punishment. Katsuki didn't even think they should of been able to get in but the bastard warden was handing out passes like candy on Halloween night. Still, Deku had promised he'd follow up on getting Katsuki's appeal put though and get him out, and he should be getting out either today or the next. Or so he thought till a sheepish and squirming Deku visited him. "Ummm.. Sooo I have some bad news." he said. "..Don't tell me they rejected the appeal!?!" Katsuki whimpered and whined. "Uh..yeah..see..It's a little bit worse then that. After reviewing the footage and all the facts..the judge decided that you not only deserve the two months in here..he..might a added 3 month on top." "WHAT!?! But..But..I..But.." Katsuki whimpered, plopping on his diapered behind and picking up a nearby stuffie, cuddling it. "T-That's..thats not fair!" "W-well he says as a hero in training..you need to be held to a higher standard..and thanked me for pushing so much on the appeal, he wouldn't of thought of it otherwise..soooo..uh..Sorry?" Deku squeaked out. "Your sorry? Your SORRY!? I'm the one who's gonna be crapping his pants for almost half a year and YOUR sorry!?!" Katsuki growled. "Little man.." Daddy warned. "uh..Katsuki..you might wan-" Deku started but Katsuki tossed the stuffie at the wall. "know what? FUCK IT! If I'm gonna be here and get a stupid diaper punishment I might as well fucking earn it. fuck YOU! fuck DADDY, and fu-" was as far as he got before the gag was popped back in. "I'm sorry Deku, somebody is cranky and need a little time out. please come back later." Daddy said. Not wanting to watch whatever punishment the blond was about to get, Deku nodded and walked away, wondering if he maybe should of mentioned that every time daddy was forced to punish Katsuki, the blond would get a week added. 'Nah..I'll just mention it to him tomorrow when I visit.'

the end?

[sneakyseventeen]

Drunk ♥ Jun

 Member: College! Jun x reader (gender neutral) ft. Bff! Joshua

Genre: Fluff (little bit suggestive but no smut)

Word Count: 2.2K 

↬  Request:  Smth with Jun?? Maybe like him or the reader getting drunk at a party and them confessing?💕

✿ summary: - going to one of Jun’s parties seemed to be a right of passage at your school. After being persuaded by your friend, Joshua, you run into your hopeless crush, the party man himself.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & drinking

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It wasn’t even eight in the evening, and you could already tell tonight was going to be a long one.

After constant pleas and begging from your classmate Joshua, you finally decided to go to one of his friend’s stupid parties. They normally, from what you had heard, were a bit crazy, to say the least. But Joshua insisted they were fun and if anything bad happened he would take you home right away. But the main reason he wanted to drag you along was so you could talk to Jun. He conveniently forgot to mention the last part to you. You had had a major crush on the man for over a year now, and Joshua, yourself included, was getting sick of the two of you not being together. Jun could be odd and a little out there. It was just what you needed to balance your calm and rather shy personality. 

You snapped out of your daydream as you saw Joshua staring at you with a questioning look on his face. His sunglasses dangled from his shirt like his solo cup in his right hand, similar to the clock hands you were staring at above his head. 

Joshua’s shoulder hit yours harshly, nearly knocking you over as you saw a wider than normal smile on his face, as he giggled at his movements. 

“Woah there josh, slow down,” you said carefully, taking the red cup from his hand. You knew he was getting tipsy now, as normally he would protest at your action. 

“We should get going soon,” you said knowingly, “you need to be home, because I know for a fact that you have an exam tomorrow.”

“Hmm.. fineee...” He stopped, pulling your hand in his in another direction, before slurring, “Les’ go find Jun furst.”

Before you could protest, Joshua pulled you downstairs into the main living area. The two of you moved grudgingly through tens of party goers, some dancing, a small group looking like they were experiencing the best moment of their lives, and you had just slipped past a girl yelling at a male around her age.

Before you could think, your eyes caught the man Joshua seemed so desperate to find, as you whipped your vision in the other direction before either of them could notice. Joshua was still moving sluggishly alongside you through hot bodies with you when he stopped, spotting Jun himself. He giggled again, and made another wide smile as he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly.

“God, you’re so tipsy,” you breathed out to him as you rolled your eyes, a delicate pink color coming on your cheeks. Joshua smiled again, but it wasn’t his tipsy smile, it was more like a smirk. But just as you opened your mouth to question his new expression, a finger tapped your shoulder from behind.

You turned around steadily, a slight blush creeping up on your face. Thankfully, the lights were emitting a soft, greenish-blue color, changing every few seconds, now turning an orangery-red. They gave the person who had tapped your shoulder an infatuating glow, as his eyes peered straight into yours, and allowed your flush face to be hidden in the dancing light. Jun looked a little less tidy than normal, but incredible nonetheless. His wine colored hair was a bit ruffled, and his jacket hung off one of his shoulders, hanging onto the other. 

“Hey,” you breathed out, trying to break the tension you could feel rising as you lost track of time staring at him. 

“You look gorgeous tonight,” he admitted. There was a soft glaze over his eyes, that seemed to force you to keep looking at them. You weren’t sure if it was the lights, the alcohol, or if it was simply because you liked him that much. This was the closest you two had gotten since you had met, besides the time you, Joshua, and him had watched a movie together. His scent was light, and smelled of citrus and must, mixed with liquor. 

“Thanks,” you stated, a bit louder than you thought as the music came down a bit. Jun laughed at you as he took your hand. He gave Joshua a look that you couldn't decipher, before the younger man walked off to meet a few friends, leaving the two of you alone, in the large sea of people. 

“It’s too loud in ‘ere,” he whispered in your ear. He glanced behind him at a corner of the frat house near a couch that was empty, raising his eyebrow. 

“Mind if we sit?”

You followed Jun to the couch, sitting next to him as you sighed. You just now realized how much your feet were hurting from your shoes, relieved to let them rest for a moment. Jun was quite calm for being, from what you could tell, super drunk. He was mainly like himself, but seemed relaxed and a bit more flirty than usual. He was laughing a bit more than normal as well, but not as much as Joshua did when he was drunk. 

“You know... I’m glad you finally showed up to one of these,” he started, looking around. 

You faced him, waiting for him to continue as you weren’t sure how to respond.

“I started thinking last year... that I would have muchh more fun if Joshua brought his pretty friend to these parties,” he drawled. He was close to your face now, almost as if he was telling you a secret in your ear. He pulled back, and stared at you with stars in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in the room. 

“I... really?” You questioned, hoping that tomorrow Jun would feel the same, and that it was him rather than the alcohol talking to you. 

“Yeah, isn’t it obvious?? I like you, Y/n.” 

Your face was definitely red now, there was no doubt, but you were too shocked to notice. Jun looked at you with wide eyes, looking like a puppy as he pouted at you.

“You know.. righttt??” He smiled a bit now, raising his eyebrows before laughing softly while turning away.

“But... I... I thought you flirted with everyone?”

“Uhm, not as much as I do with you,” he laughed.

Jun stared at you affectionately as he learned closer to you slowly, his eyes fluttering softly. Before he was able to do what you had been waiting for, he seemed to forget about his right hand, as alcohol spilled onto his shirt, as well as you, soaking the both of you. He shot up quickly, a look of alarm spread on his face before he laughed. 

“Sorry... at least I didn’t get y—” 

He stared at you before apologizing, then smacking himself in the face.

You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head and taking in the humorous scene in front of you. Jun grimaced before glancing at the space in the couch previous between you as he opened his mouth.

Jun looked around with wide eyes, as if he was scared someone were to come out of nowhere at any moment and attack him. You got up gingerly and wrapped a hand around his shirt, tugging it slightly towards you. Jun flashed a smirk before you rolled your eyes, asking, “Which room is yours? You should change.” You glanced behind him at the clock on the wall illuminated by an orange glow. It was nearly midnight. 

“And,” you started strictly, “you should get some sleep.”

His smirk immediately dropped as he looked at you momentarily, like he was trying to find something in your eyes, before sighing.

“Okay, but you have to come with me.” 

“Of course I’m coming with you, yo—” 

“Oh, eager, are we?”

“No dumbass, you’re too drunk for your own good.” 

You smiled slightly before frowning. Maybe this was the alcohol taking. 

“Let’s hope Jihoon doesn’t notice the stain on his couch. He’ll kill me.”

You rolled you eyes as Jun pulled you up the stairs, and into the first room on the left. Inside were two medium sized beds with dark sheets, a small nightstand sitting in the middle of it with a light adoring it. To your left was a beige desk covered in papers, trinkets, and plants. The room was quite tidy, minus the closet space to your right. Pairs of shoes were crammed together on the bottom of the small space, hoodies and shirts hanging messily from the top. 

Jun looked around hazily before turning back to you. 

“Sooo... are you gonna change?”

“...What? Oh, yeah.” He turned from you then skimmed through his closet. He pulled a large black t-shirt from a hanger and started taking off his shirt. You turned away, blushing and trying not to look, but not before you saw his toned form. After a moment you looked back, seeing him in his new, un-stained shirt.

“Here, you can wear this one.” He handed you a white graphic tee, around the same size as the shirt he was wearing. 

You pulled the shirt over yours and shifted as to take off your smaller one under the large one, that smelled just like the man sat behind you.

“Y/n...?”

You turned over your shoulder to see Jun sitting on his bed, a serious look on his face. You noticed the glass on his nightstand was empty, happy that he now had something rather than solely alcohol in his system. He patted the spot next to him softly as you walked over. You sat down and stared up at him, his scent overwhelming your scenes.

You hummed, then he responded airily, “You know I really like you, right? Like seriously?”

“Jun...”

“I’m not drunk okay!” He said, raising his voice before slouching again. 

“I do like you. You know, you can say it back if Josh isn’t lying.” 

“If he wh—”

“He told me. I know you like me as well.”

Oh my god. You were never trusting Joshua with a secret ever again. Your brain was spinning rapidly trying to focus on one thought. How could you respond to that? Why did Josh tell him? How in the hell did Jun...

“...You really like me?”

Jun rolled his eyes and nodded, a small smile on his face. 

“Have I not made it obvious?”

“I just... why? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, Y/n. Every time I see you my chest tightens up. You’re so caring and kind to your friends, and even people you don’t know, or didn’t know. Like me. I didn’t think someone like you would like someone like me. I’m too...”

“Out there?” You said in a small voice, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“Yeah. You’re so... good and sweet and you do well in school and I’m not like you, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

Before you could respond, Jun continued passionately, “And I thought you liked Joshua, anyways.”

“He, he told you I liked you though?” 

Yeah, he did. But it was hard to believe, because he did it right after I confessed my feelings for you...”

Jun placed his hands over yours as he looked at you again, with that charming look of longing that you had fallen for. Your chest was tight, but it was slowly falling soft as you were putting the pieces together. He liked you.

“I like you too.”

The words came from your mouth before you could stop them, tired and dazed from the party scene as if someone else had said them. But you meant it.

Jun smiled softly as he leaned close to you, you could smell his cologne and it engulfed you, pulling you into his parted lips. He kissed you. It was soft and delicate, like you would break if he was too harsh, and it felt like your surroundings were colored and bright. He pulled back slowly, his left hand on your face, holding you like he didn’t want to end the kiss in the first place.

“Would it make you feel better if we talked about this tomorrow? I’m tired.” 

“Yeah...” you replied softly, taken aback still by his lips on yours. “Uhm, I should go get Josh, so he can walk me home...”

Jun grabbed your wrist lightly, staring into your eyes knowingly.

“He’s probably already sleeping downstairs, the party sounds about over.”

You hadn’t noticed before, but now listening for sounds below, it was nearly silent. The clock on Jun’s tidy desk displayed that it was nearly one in the morning, explaining the absence of noise. 

“I can drive you home, or you can stay here.” 

His tone was casual, something you didn’t normally hear from Jun, especially paired with a could-have-been flirtatious sentence. 

“Mingyu is at his girlfriends, you can use his bed...” 

You glanced at the bed next to Jun’s, before a thud caused you to look up at him. He had crashed on the bed and was now out, sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face. You sighed, turning off the light and getting on Mingyu’s bed. 

“Goodnight, Jun.”

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This is soo long omg i don’t usually write stuff like this !! And I wasn’t super sure how to end it oops😅 Hope you all enjoyed, I’m going to try a tag list for some of my active followers, tell me if you’d like to continue being in them or if you’d like me to take you off!<3

- madi ❀

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[disloopy]

the heart is deceiving pt 4

BLOO

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 1.7k

coming back to this fic after monthsss made me realize how shit and cringe it is and oh my god, you all deserve much better writing. yuck. HOWEVER, i will keep posting it until it's finished ( since id already written the whole thing ) because i do kind of like the ending sooo

pls stay w me cause im working on a sik k friends to lovers au and i know it's gonna be way better than whatever the hell this is...

clubbing really takes a toll on you, physically and mentally. i didn't even drink but i managed to have a headache by the night. i stumbled through the crowd, approaching the counter and slumping down in the seat. the bartender asked if i needed anything and i only ordered some water. she left to get it. 

my phone buzzed with a text from my dad, saying he might not be home tonight because of work. "oooh, that's exciting," said daniel, glancing at the text and sliding into the seat next to mine. he asked the bartender for something that sounded pretty intense and i gulped down my water.

"live a little," daniel urged, offering me the dark liquid but i shook my head. "ugh, you're so annoying and uptight." i rolled my eyes.

"thanks. that's sweet."

"kiss me."

"no."

"why?" daniel asked, pouting. 

"cause you're drunk as fuck and i hate the taste," i told him, trying to walk away but daniel grabbed my hand, turning me around. i pulled my arm away from him with a frown. "will you stop following me around like a lost puppy?" 

"i get worried when you're not with me." 

"yeah, i know," i said, reaching for my phone and showing it him. "you probably can't read but you know what says? 17 missed calls and 51 unread messages..." daniel grinned sheepishly but i wasn't finding it funny. "i was right next to you, daniel... i get that's it kinda dark in here but there's no way you could have missed me." 

daniel stuck out his bottom lip. "i just didn't want you to get lost, that's all. there's lots of creepy dudes here, they'll pick up anything with boobs." i groaned.

"stop. this isn't funny, it's an obsession and i don't like it." 

i tried to leave again and again daniel tried to pull me back but this time jojo got in between us, noticing the tension. "what the hell is going on here?" she asked, her voice trembling like she had just finished crying. i looked at her. her eyeliner was slightly smudged which gave me the answer right away.

"she won't let me love her," daniel whined.

"you only love me when you're drunk," i murmured and then jojo convinced daniel to go away for little while which he finally complied. the two of us sat on the curb outside the club, just on the sidewalk where we could still here the muffled sound of the music inside.

"what's wrong?" i asked her. she's usually the one comforting me and giving advice, so it was strange to be switching roles.

"boys are so complicated," she answered, blowing a puff of smoke into the dark of the night. "were you the one who gave my number to jinyoung?"

i nodded. "i'm sorry if i wasn't supposed to... i thought he was cute and you're cute and things could maybe..."

"it's not that," said jojo, taking a swig of the bottle she was holding. "did you know he loves me? he told me that."

"i just assumed..." i shrugged. jojo buried her face in her hands and i furrowed my brows. "jojo... you don't have to cry about it. you can choose the man you like... it doesn't have to be either." 

she sniffed, looking up and wiping her tears. "i know... i just feel so bad. i just like to fuck around and stuff but what if i'm actually catching feelings? nick called me babe.... what's it like to be in a relationship?"

i chuckled. "it's not all that... trust me, i feel like i'm not even in a proper one." we both laughed a little and the air felt lighter. "what are you going to do?"

jojo shrugged. "what i always do... nothing. besides i'm receiving clout from hanging out with these rappers so," she laughed and the smell of cigarettes just filled my nostrils. "why do i have to be so hot that boys are just tripping over themselves for me?" we talked for a little bit about how boys suck but also about which ones we'd smash because they can be fine sometimes too.

"it's fun when you're around," jojo told me with a smile. "daniel really bought out the wild side of you." i nodded and jojo leaned over, pressing her chapped lips against mine for a fleeting second before pulling away. 

"heyyyy, is it too late for a show?" daniel chuckled, walking over to us. "oh come on, keep going, don't mind me." 

"you're disgusting," jojo said, shaking her head and shoving him as he tried to put his arm around both of our shoulders. 

"i gotta go home anyway," i informed the both of them. "my head hurts and we got school... i haven't finished homework yet." 

"good luck with that," said jojo, brushing off her jeans and walking back into the club after ruffling me and daniel's hair. 

daniel rested his head on my shoulder. "i can drop you home." i sighed.

"you're too drunk to drive."

"we can test our limits." 

i ended up driving myself home in daniel's car while he blasted music and sang the lyrics out loud. then, i let him inside my house even though i told myself i wouldn't when we first got into the car. it was my foolish self who held his hand all the way to my bedroom and lied in bed with him until we let our bodies do the talking and our sounds created music in the silence of the night. i slept knowing he was right beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his bare chest slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of his  beating heart. he was safe and i was safe and we were each other's for the night.

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"honey, are you decent, can i come in?" dad's knocking the door woke me up with a start. i quickly sat upright and shook daniel awake who just groaned. 

"um yeah, one second." i pushed him off the bed and his eyes shot open, about to complain but i hushed him, ushering him to get under the mattress which he obeyed. "come in!"

dad opened the door and i tried not to look nervous at all. "sorry i wasn't here last night." i didn't reply cause it was usual. "but i made breakfast for you and i wanted to tell you to have a good sunday before i leave to run some errands."

i smiled. that was the first time he'd said something like that. "okay daddy, i love you."

"i love you too baby."

when dad finally left, i let daniel come out of hiding. he clutched his head and i had to get him some tylenol and water before i let him eat breakfast with me. "did something happen last night?" he asked, eagerly digging into the pancakes. "cause you never allow me in your room and i just woke up in your bed."

i shrugged with a sly smile. "oops?" 

"well, whatever it was, i'm sure it was good."

"do you not remember anything?"

daniel shook his head. "nope." good, i thought, breathing out a sigh of relief. i was a major bitch to him last night - understandably. but i hoped it was something of the past that wouldn't ruin anything.

"i wish i could stay with you but i have to go to the studio today," daniel informed me while putting his clothes on. "jinyoung's like... totally diligent and he may be my friend but he's also my manager so." 

i giggled. "yeah, i get it." i handed him a water bottle to drink on the way back and he kissed my lips very gently. "i'll miss you."

"you can see me tonight. there's another party, i can pick you up."

"no, i have homework to do today."

"righttt, you're still in school." daniel chuckled, pulling his shoes on. "sexy schoolgirl." i rolled my eyes and kissed him once again at the doorway. i lowkey didn't want him to leave because i spent most of my weekend with him already and didn't want to be alone again.

"i'll visit you tonight... at your window." 

i was glad he left me with those words because it gave me something to look forward to tonight. i didn't go out at all that day. jojo came over and we did our homework together and we never usually did something like that but i enjoyed it.

she showed me her texts with jinyoung which we squealed over because i never realized how smoking hot he was until then. besides, he was good at flirting, just like daniel. 

when jojo left after eating dinner (which was thai takeout), i felt that loneliness again. no one was home but me so i decided to watch tv and maybe study for my next exam. life is quite boring like this but at least daniel would visit me tonight after the party.

i waited and waited and waited. he didn't show up. i called him a bunch of times but he didn't pick up. obviously he was partying too hard but i just wished he hadn't promised me something if he couldn't pull through. 

i sighed and lied in bed, still waiting. but he didn't come so i ended up falling asleep.

about 3am in the morning, my phone buzzed beside me. i groggily answered it. if the caller had been anyone other than daniel i wouldn't have. "hello?"

"babe?"

"hmm?"

i heard daniel breathe out on the other end. "sorry for leaving you hanging..."

"it's okay," i murmured, too sleepy to say anything else or to guilt trip him. "i guess you drank too much at the party."

there was a pause. "no... i actually didn't go to the party." 

"seriously?" i giggled sleepily. "that's hard to believe."

"yeahhh... i didn't feel up to it," daniel chuckled quietly on the other end. i felt my mind wander but then it was bought back. "i wanna sing my song to you." 

"go ahead," i whispered, holding the phone close to my face as i closed my eyes. the song started with something like "you're my downtown baby" and i couldn't remember the rest. i was too focused on how soothing his voice sounded over the phone while he sang.

after a couple minutes. "baby... are you still awake?"

"mhm," i replied. it felt like my mind was asleep but daniel's voice could keep me up all night long. 

"i'm moving back to korea."

[fourmisfitz]

Breakthru (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Prompt:  I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.

Summary:  The reader has quite a lot on her mind that she needs to settle once and for all.

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote immediately after securing the prompt but just edited now, i hope you guys enjoy:)

You had been sitting in Roger’s flat - or, more accurately, done anything but sit still - anxiously waiting for him to get home. You looked through a baby album, you ate some granola bars he would probably murder you for later, you found out which position to lay on his couch was comfiest for your neck. You even sat down at his drum kit.

He’d tried giving you one lesson before but one shattered window and a busted drum stick later...

  “So how much do I speed up?”

  “I need a bloody cigarette.” 

It made you giggle because you were really just kinda giving him a hard time for fun by that point.

Now, you began air-playing, and then your curiosity got the best of you as you started lighting tapping the toms. The stick in your right hand accidentally nicked a cymbal and you swore under your breath.

Getting up, you lost your footing around the stool and tripped, loosing grip of one of the drumsticks. It flung backward and the sound of glass shattering followed it as you winced. You got up and brushed off your jeans.

You began pacing the rug in his living room, a thousand thoughts a minute plowing through your mind. Should I be here? Should I be doing this? Does he deserve this? Probably not… But I need this... 

Just then, the door swung open and bounced against the wall.  He called out your name and you murmured an “In here,” for him to track.

A shaggy blonde stood in the archway. He looked exhausted from a long day. You felt the same.

“What are you doing in here, love?” He asked.

He noticed you continuing to pace.

“Huh? Oh, um,” You wrang out your fingers, fidgeting, mind absent.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed.

“You know, just uh- I really like this rug. It’s a good rug.” You nodded.

“Righttt…” He pretended to believe it.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“You alright?” He asked again, walking towards you.

“Yeah, I’m just… tired.” You murmured.

He reached out a bent elbow for your arm to link with his

“You need a sandwich.” He poked your nose, bringing out a small smile. You watched fondly as he bent down to kiss your stomach. “Both of you.” He added, smiling against your growing bump and returned to his feet to admire your toothy grin.

“There’s my happy girl. C’mon, let’s get some food into you.” He pecked your temple.

The smile he mimicked off yours fell for a moment, “Hey, what happened to the-”

   “So how ‘bout that sandwich?” You interrupted, smiling innocently, attemting to avert his attention.

The top of his head tilted towards you at your side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You,” He raised his head to stare in front of him as you stifled giggles. “Are untamable, woman, I swear.” He shook his head, giving in to a half-laugh as he guided the two of you to his kitchen.

    ‘When are you going to quit this?!’  echo.

    ‘When you stop being such an idiot!’

    ‘You’re being ridiculous!’  echo.

“You know, if I had a penny for every time the perfect sandwich just magically fixed all my problems...”

Your chin shifted in your propped up fists as you watched Roger work away, his mouth full from picking at the iceberg of lettuce.

“I’d have, like, two cents...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling at the poor comparison.

“-does wonders for the cravings, though,” He added, nodding to the small bump on your abdomen.

“Here, love, Rog Junior over there is probably starving.” Roger tossed the fresh sandwich in front of you before walking over and placing his palms over your stomach.

“Does Mummy not feed you, little one?” He tsked at you and turned to walk back to make one for himself.

“I can level with you on that one, baby Ro, I swear sometimes she forgets to feed daddy, too.”

A smirk overcame his face as he shot you a wink, waving the knife around. You rolled your eyes, grinning and pressed your own palm to your small but growing tummy, smiling shyly to yourself, but instantly feeling it twist into knots.

      “It doesn’t even feel like we’re together anymore!”

    ‘‘Maybe if you weren’t gone after we had an argument, we could actually work it out!”

     “Maybe I don’t want to work it out!” You spat back.

     echo echo echo...

  The memories were rippling through your mind, replaying over and over and over and-

You tried to snap back into the reality ensuing in the kitchen, but it was useless, your mind wouldn’t stop growing louder. Now Roger was eating his own sandwich, going on about a disagreement at the studio regarding differing opinions on lyrics.

You began twisting the cold piece of metal around your ring finger, no longer listening to what he was saying. It was just a hazy echo for background noise to your pounding thoughts.

     “You don’t even look at me the same anymore!” You pleaded.

     “I could say the same for you! I wonder why!” His voice was booming.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep this going when you felt different. It was wrong to keep it from him.

You muttered something to yourself, the word divorce sneaking into the mumble, focusing on the details of the cupboard to keep your eyes occupied. Like a vacuum, you were instantly sucked back into reality.

“What’s that, sorry?” He leaned sideways to be a bit closer to hear you, eyes still focused on his BLT as he smushed the slices together. You had said it so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard yourself.

“I’m done.” You tried again, breath shaky in your throat this time.

He knew exactly what you were about to do, but wasn’t ready for it. He just stared at you, paused with a dainty piece of lettuce hanging out one side of his mouth, chipmunk cheeks activated, frozen.

“What?” He stammered, his eyebrows lifting with his attention.

“You heard me.” Just shy of a whisper, eyes still fixated on the bland oak wood.

“Y/N, wait wait wait, just hol’on a minute.” Raising his hands in the air to pause you, rushing to chew and gulp down the sandwich and bomb you’d just laid on him.

“Let’s talk about thi-”

  “Save it.” You licked a tear that had found its way to the corner of your mouth.

“I know what I want.” You added, his wide eyes stared on as you continued.

“I want this.” Your eyes finally met with his, the blue orbs breeding worry.

“I’m sorry, Rog, but I-” You halted your sentence, shaking your head. 

What more was there to say? You didn’t need to apologize to him, either.

You paused then nodded as a final declaration of your decision, impulsive eyes blinking. You slowly glanced down at the digits you were fidgeting with and his gaze followed.

Were you ever going to get me a real one?

Prying it off, you peered at the green smudge left around your sweaty ring finger, a ghost of commitment.

This gesture was long overdue, you knew he’d seen it coming. He had to have. You wanted to do it for so long to prove you were serious about all the times you threatened to.

He uttered your name but it fell into some echo void, lost in the air as you ignored it and, without another thought, chucked the silver-plated copper impostor down the drain beside Roger, along with your marriage.

You dared to meet with his eyes again. They were stark blue. God you loved those eyes.

“You’re really doing this…” Pure shock coated his face along with a sweat sheen.

There was a pause before you huffed.

“No,” a hint of a smile crept up on your face, but was immediately robbed with a frown as you bit your lip, breaking the skin.

“You did this. You showed me it’s what needs to happen, Roger- that it’s not right to carry on when... so-...” You croaked. That was it. You’re done, stop talking there. You’ve said all that needs to be said.

You were admiring and mentally storing the colour of his eyes before turning on your heels to head for the front door.

It was the longest two seconds of your life because you knew what followed would be worse for you and Roger, but it would be better, too. Part of you was internally begging for him - waiting for him - to grab your shoulders and turn you to stop you in a hug, but he didn’t. You wish he would just pick you up, throw you on his bed, kiss you until the sun arose, and make it all better; that he would so you’d have an excuse not to leave, but he knew you needed to go and not stop you, encourage you, even.

As you walked to his door, passed the island counter, an echo of your laugh wisped over it from when Roger peppered kisses on every inch of your body after baking pizzas to cheer you up after a fight.

Next you passed the fridge, you again felt the cold metal against your back when the blonde shoved you against it in a heat of passion this past summer.

Then in the living room, connected to the hallway by the front door, you saw the two of you on the couch. That was the time everything in your life seemed to be going wrong and he held you, showing you if nobody else wanted to try, he would. He promised that day he would always be there. It was the first real time you experienced Roger being so endearing and comforting, genuinely seeming like he cared.

You bit your tongue by accident trying to suppress sobs. You should have bitten it a while ago.

Echoes of the argument this morning swirled about your brain,

“You know for a moment there I thought you were actually going to give me the time of day to show you how much I ~do~ care.” he hollered from the bedroom.

Your bottom lip quivered as you squeezed a train of salty droplets from your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat.

“~That’s~,” your voice didn’t even sound like yours. His tense face relaxed a bit when he saw the devastation crawling around your own, “How you made me feel,” waving a hand in front of you as if your sleeve were erasing a chalkboard, wishing you could do that for her tainted memories from the doomed marriage, “~all~ of these past few months.”

He stared, the only tension in his face now focused at the pinch between his eyebrows, utter remorse slumping his posture as he was lost for words.

He started to plea your name, softer this time.

“Tell your parents I said goodbye, you’ve done it now. You’ve pushed me away.”

As the door slammed behind you, your body faltered to your buckling knees and you slid down the wall of the apartment corridor. Every vein gushed blood to your heart, not able to tell if you were freezing, or smoldering. A crescendo of pain flooded from your throat, attacked your mouth muscles, forced a frown, and pushed tears beyond your eyes. You clutched your chest and thought about the times you felt happy despite the marriage getting rough. A montage of memories, rhapsodies of praise for the moments you clung to…

For reassurance...

“Look at the waterworks! Sweethearrrrt, come on, you’re acting like it’s going to be tomorrow!...” you had been bawling in his lap, insecurities of how long you would last blooming. “and it sure as hell won’t be any time soon.” He took your face in his hands. “This is forever.” His mouth claimed against your cheek as his long dark curls tickled your neck before kissing your ring.

And for hope...

Your name reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. “I just thought of this, tell me what you think! Come on!” grabbing your hand and rushing the two of you practically at a sprint to his drum kit before he forgot the beat, laughing through every word as his blonde hair rippled over his shoulders each hit of the batter heads and cymbals. Near the middle of it his eyes flickered up to yours as he confessed, “You inspired this part!” A crescendo arising as energy passed through his arms to either side of him.  You laughed and asked why, and he shrugged and told you it felt like the song needed it; he knew his life was missing something until you - that crescendo - hit and at last secured it as a favourite in his mind like when a favourite song captures you.

The longing to have that back, the first day you felt relief from your relationship you felt trapped in for so long.

The lazy day you spent on his couch, the record player booming Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash as you read a magazine, he - a detailed book about cars. You were biting your lip as you played a round of peek-a-boo behind the printed pages, rocking your propped-up, undressed, bare leg, tempting him before he finally snatched the reading away and lunged on you, pulling giggles out of your throat as he tickled your sides and latched his lips to your neck. His blonde hair tickling your cheek is burned into your mind forever.

Now, instead of throwing your head back in uncontrollable laughing fits, begging for sweet mercy, you threw your head back, smacking it against the wall, begging things to even out. You thumped your head once more, and then instantly regretted it.

“He doesn’t even look at me the same, he knows.” You sobbed to yourself. Echo.

You heard heavy footsteps - Rogers - running to the other side of the door to check on you. It hurt, a sharp pain throbbing around your brain and rushing to the front, clouding your vision with your tears. It hurt to feel this much pain in your head as you did in your heart. You cried out Roger’s name. It hurt. 

It hurt so much you woke up.

There was no sign of air exhuming from your throat as your shaky hand reached up to your quivering lip, some piece of metal cold against your chin. You jolted up in the bed to an upright position and flicked your hand in front of your face in a panic, blinking profusely to check, double check, triple check... It was still there, you hadn’t done it.

You fell back, bouncing into the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. What parts were drawn from reality and what was just a figment of your imagination.

“What the hell…” You breathed.

“Bad dream, sweetheart?” He rolled over, one hand gently retracting yours from your lap and kissing your ring, the other slipping underneath your neck to pull you close to him.

“What? Oh- y-yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you, go back to sleep.”

He rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand, eyes still asleep in a drowse.

“I’m right here. I adore you, sweets. Till death-” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek,  “do-” Then your temple, the wetness leaving it cool against your skin,  “us part.” And one last one just nicking your lips while you ignorantly still stared at the ceiling tiles. 

“Hope she didn’t wake you much, little one.” He bent down to kiss your tummy. “I wonder how curly his hair is going to be.” He yawned. Your stomach twisted again.

It was those brief moments in the morning grog where your daily arguments hadn’t started up yet. It was like a consensual silence of decency. It was a facade.

You were reliving the dream, brief sections of it being so accurate it allowed you to relive the actual memories embedded in your brain that found their way into the slumber.

You breathed away the experience, turning with closed eyes to place a kiss on your husbands warm forehead before burying yourself into his chest. You avoided his eyes, even if they hid behind sleepy, unknowing lids. You took one last deep breath, letting it go against his chest before forcing out,

“ ‘Love you too, Brian.”

And you drifted off to dream about your true love you would fall asleep with tonight.

*Ending Explained... Reader is married to Brian. The arguing flashbacks are between you & him. They are both equally to “blame” for the relationship going south. Taking that into consideration, reader cheats on Brian with Roger. Roger knows, but tries to stay out of it, that’s why he doesn’t mention Brian. The happier flashbacks are of Roger & reader, when you two first began seeing more of each other after you’d get into heated arguments with Brian. The dream sequence where you discard the ring is your gesture to Roger to prove you are ending things once and for all with Brian, but then you realized you hadn’t actually officially done it yet, and Brian noticed your bump growing and obviously assumes its his baby. Now, reader has some decisions to make... 

Part Two is now out!

@bensroger  Congrats on 3k lovely! Xx

[jaylovesfrance77]

Sooo whose my date?

Tate x female and James March x female

Summary: tate and his girlfriend go to a hotel with a lot of murders under its belt. On Halloween. They dress like they're from the roaring 20s . As shes looking for Tate. She thinks she finds him. And they have fun. But what happens when Tate shows back up.

It was the day before Halloween. Tate and his girlfriend had skipped out of school and rented a room on a hotel to just spend time together away from everyone else for a while.

"Babe you look so good in this bed. " he says as she gets up

"Stop trying to get me to stay in bed all day and cuddle tate." She says as she moves to sit next to him.

"No cuddles? Fine. " he says as he grabs her and pulls her into his lap.

"How abouuuttttttttttt.. we fuck?" He asks as he removes her shirt. She sighs loudly

"Damn you tate." She says as she gets on his lap he already didn't have anything on his bottom half.

"Weve already fucked a couple of times already. " she says as he starts moving her underwear to the side. He was already hard. She grabbed his dick and aligned him and sunk down onto his dick. She let out a sigh as she slowly went down. Tate wasn't gonna wait he grabbed her waist and pulled her down as he bucked his hips up. She squeaked and Tate smiled wide.

"I love it when you squeak ."

"Your dick is big. Give me a break." She says as she moves her hips grinding going up and down. She let's out a shaky breathe as Tate plays with her tits.he pulled her down by her tits. He buries his face in her neck. Grabbing her ass and racking his dull nails all up and down her back.

"I love seeing how you come on my dick babe." He growls out

She moans as he grabs one of her nipples and pulls her insides squeezing Tate tight

"God damnit... you are fucking amazing." He reaches down between there bodies and starts to rub her clit as he stills inside of her. They both sigh as Tate comes inside her. They stay like that till Tate goes soft and slips out.

"... you know I love you righttt." Tate chuckles

"Yes I know Tate. I love you too." She giggles out. Tate grabs her and starts to cuddle her

"Babbbee I gotta clean up. We don't wanna sleep on cum."

"Simple solution." He says as he sticks his hand down her panties and slowly collects his cum and shoves it back into her she let's out a squeak .

"You are so lucky I'm on the pill."

"I know that's why I like coming inside." He says as he kisses her again.

"Okay we gotta finish up the costumes babe." As she stands up and sighs

"I gotta shower tho so like one sec."

She runs and takes a quick shower coming back to see a relaxed Tate still completely naked.

"Its gonna be nice to live together huh. " he asks as she puts on one of tates shirts she found on the ground .

"Yeah. I can't wait babe. " she clapped her hands together and grabs two bags and pulled out the outfits. And some black spray paint

"What's the spray paint for babe? "

"Your hair babe ! I think you'd look fine as hell with black hair." She pulled out a very nice suit and a fake mustache. And a teal flapper dress with a matching boa

"My hair is already short and I know how to style it. I'm very excited!" She says as she throws the outfit on a counter and jumping back into the bed cuddling with Tate as he wrapped both of them in the blanket and they just start talking as she pet his blonde hair. They talk about how much they hated school.

"I swear sometimes I just wanna like ... shoot up the school and kill everyone. Make them fucking pay." She made him look her in the eyes

"Hey? Hey . Look I know I hate them too but that is not the way to go. If you shoot up the school do you think we would be able to live together? Don't you love me?"

"I do. I love you. I would die without you. Your my everything. "

"So just think of me babe.okay? You don't need to think of anything. Just me." She sees him shake as he holds her

"Your all I have. All I want is your love. "

"You have that babe." She whispered as he buried his face into her neck.

They end up cuddling and watching TV all night eating chips and cookies they had booze and some smokes but that was for Halloween night.

They woke up late in the after noon and they got ready.

The suit was a perfect fit. And so was just dress. She did her make up.

"Imma go and get some food you try and get that spray paint on your hair babe. " she gives him a kiss on the cheek. And goes to the liquor store to buy some more chips and also some weed to just chill. It was dark by the time she got back to the hotel she went to the room. No one was in the room she just thought that he ain't too explore the hotel. She fixed up her make up and walked out of the hotel room. She won't too the bar she asked for a water and the lady complied looking at her she asked

"You alive ?"

"Yes? What kind of question Is that?" She asked

"Oh nothing you look very familiar is all." She just nodded as she stood up heading back towards the room but some grabs her arm

"Oh my dearest. Your back! Oh let me look at you. Just as beautiful as the day you walked out. " she thought that Tate sounded werid like he was actually from the 20s. She played along

"Why thank you mister. But you just saw me earlier today didn't ya?and isn't that suit a different one then what I have given you? " He smiled and hugged her . He held her hips and kissed the top of her head

"My dearest love how I missed you."

"Wanna show me how much you missed me? " she giggled out

"If this means coitus I will gladly oblige my dearest." She lead him to her room. Kissing him happily as soon as she closed the door he was all over her pushing her against the wall roughly kissing her neck

"Oh God Tate wanna be rough now do ya?"

"Dearest call me James or better yet Mr March." He hurriedly took her underwear off practically ripping them off she stripped her dress off and ripped her bra off. He threw her on the bed and opened her legs wide he said with a mad look in his eyes

"My dearest usually I would be more gentle but oh my dear I miss your sweet cunt wrapped around me. " He didn't give her a warning and shoved his whole cock into her and wrapped is hands around her throat roughly thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull

"Ahh you might not be my dearest but good lord! Your just as tight as I remember. She was turning blue

" WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" They heard and in the door way was standing a blonde Tate

"Close the door boy and come and join me I remember she liked being shared. "As he continued to thrust he slapped her breast so hard that there was a bright red mark. She couldn't talk her eyes still rolled up.

"Fuck please moree... " she said

"Well you heard the girl. Come and join us. " he slipped out of her only to turn her around and said my dear if I do remember you loved to be sodomized." He rubbed the tip into her ass. And slowly slid in. She wasn't having it and pushed back and she screamed

"HOLY SHIT." He laughed as he grabbed her hair and almost angrily started to thrust

"This young Lad is my replacement now Is he? I wonder if you'd like this. Come here boy. You need to see what she likes.

" what?" Tate asked she was drooling by now hard slapping and bruising thrust into her ass . Her make up was ruined running down her face. And Tate couldn't help himself he slipped off his pants and put his dick in front of her face James pulled her face up and said

"Dearest will you service this lad? And be good or you won't get to cum. " James said

She lifts her eyes up as she takes Tate in her mouth . Her eyes glossy and far away just like Tate likes to see when he fucks her.

"Oh your a dirty fucking whore ain't ya babe. That's right open up that dirty fucking mouth. " Tate growled out as he thrusts into her mouth.

"That's the spirt boy! She is a dirty little vixen." He says as he slaps her ass. Making her back arch.

Tate pulled out of her mouth her face ruined with spit and tears

"Doppler ganger dude. Pull her up." She was pulled up. And was sandwiched between them and Tate shoved is cock into her. She just couldn't speak as they just sat there

"Fuckkk... wanaa... wanna...cum..please" she says as she tried to bounce on there dicks desperate for friction

"Say it nicely" the boys say

"Please.. please Mr. March... please Tate please wanna cum wanna be full of cum. Wanna cum please." She says and they look at each other as the start to thrust

"What do you say dude? Wanna make her cum?"

"I do believe she's earn it." He says as he reaches around and plays with her clit. She starts trying to get off the feeling was to much.

"No no no. You stay HERE." James says as he thrusts up even harder. Tate comes in her and kisses her.

And she cums as she cums she feels a blade at her neck and it slides across slitting her throat. And Tate just stares. Shell shocked as he sits there and James licks his knife

"Dearest you escaped once. You will start with me and Devils night has just begun."

[chittychittypewpew]

There always time that your spirit is crushed. Feel defeated, neglected , lost or it jus feel that you’re in the rock bottom.

I don’t like it and I guees Who likes going through the storm? No one righttt

But I also know that feeling hopeless and lost makes me choose to draw myselt to my prayer.

I think recent years i felt enormously overwhelmed with all what’s happening either personal and world.

Limitations of your escaping mechanism, drive you on to find any great way for easing you up to find peace, And one of it for me is “prayer”.

Trust me i am not all of being positive. There will be a time that i am jus lying down on my bed staring at my ceiling and that’s okay or I thought i ll be thinking that way.

Ok back to whats i am gonna say “prayer “ . Don’t get me wrong i am not all religious as well but i ll admit it i try and i wanna be.

I think this the part of my spiritual journey! And It changed me!!

It’s impossible to know someone if you don’t spend time with them. And Prayer is an opportunity to spend time with Allah SWT. To really understand the heart of you, you need to pray.

Talking with God, develops a deeper relationship , The deeper the relationship becomes, the more time you want to spend with Your prayer.

Sometimes we forget just how powerful prayer is. We aren’t fighting against something imaginary. Our prayers are fighting against spiritual battles that linger in dark places.

And the more time i spend with Allah SWT, the more i like Allah. My habits and lifestyles change. I no longer live a self-centered life, but try to focused on others with a pure and sincere heart. Prayer changes me inside out.

It protects me from the all nasty feeling in heart, well there’s will be a time i was being so cyinical and negative but the there’s will be a tiny voices said “ istigfar chitra istigfar “ funny right . And uh uh uh i also experienced like someone guards you like your conscience protects you from all harm! Trust me!!!! a.k.a intuition game strong!

Well It may be painful during the prayer and waiting process then i think everything good sometimes will take long way

And from there i learn how to be patient and even if the breakthrough doesn’t happen that day, i will receive the strength and the grace to carry on.

And eventually i will receive an answer to all my prayers, or a peace about waiting longer.

When i look back over this time especially when i read back again this post , i ll be most likely see it as some of the most spiritually rich time of my life.

Love,

Chits