#constantly tries to convince me to brush my teeth!!

[saetoru]

[ 𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈.

“shuji are you asleep?” you tap at his arm, hovering over his figure. hanma swears that if his eyes weren’t closed, they might have twitched. 

“fuckin’ hell, baby. yes,” he grumbles, “i am asleep.”

“then how’d you answer,” you huff. he can practically hear the pout in your tone, and hanma would think it’s adorable—really, he would. he’d crack a smile and giggle at your antics if it wasn’t three am right now, and if he wasn’t so drained from cracking skulls open all day. 

he wonders if maybe if he ignores you, you’ll simply go away. 

you, of course, don’t. “shuji, don’t ignore me, it’s rude.” he offers you nothing but silence. “oh, shujiii,” you hum, voice all but singing as you poke the tip of his nose, “shuji, i know you can hear me. i’ll die if you don’t—”

“baby, i love that mouth of yours, it’s done great things. but i’m gonna duct tape it,” he warns, finally cracking his eyes open and glaring at you. two amber (and rather irritated) orbs meet your elated ones, and maybe if he wasn’t so damn used to giving in to you, his eyes would be a bit more stern—instead, they falter when they meet your grin. 

“oh no,” you giggle, “what a shame it would be if you duct taped my mouth and tied me up,” you wriggle your brows, making his lips curl at the edges in an amused grin against his will. chuckling, he shifts to face you properly, raising a brow as you brush a few loose strands of hair from his face. 

“is that why you’re buggin’ me? cause you’re horny in the middle of the night?”

“no, i just got bored,” you murmur, slumping over his figure and digging your face into his chest, “but if you are, then i’m not gonna say no because i’d never say no to you,” you offer (too) sweetly. his arms instantly wrap around you, an exaggerated grunt pulling from his lips when your weight presses over him. 

“well, i’m not, so get sleepy instead. or i’ll put you to sleep forever,” he clicks his teeth in what seems like irritation, but his hand still finds its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin as you inhale his scent. 

it’s been a while since you’ve felt him like this, under your touch and against your skin—and hanma shuji knows life with a fugitive isn’t one you’re meant for. he knows in the long run, it’s not even possible for him to consider a future with you when he’s constantly on the run and hiding. but something about this, about you, draws him back every time—even if it means he has to be interrupted just as he’s about to fall asleep. 

“you’d never,” you say with a cheeky grin, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest. the loose ponytail he wears to bed tickles your cheek, the smell of your shampoo in his hair meeting your nose. “then how else would you get home cooked meals?”

“baby, cracking an egg into ramen doesn’t make you a chef,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he feels you pout. this time, he does crack a smile—and it’s a rather wide one if he’s being honest. 

“well, at least one of us can crack an egg,” you argue back, hand tracing small loops of your initials with his. he tries not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, but he finds he tries even harder to fight back the relief.

and hanma tries to convince himself that here, in your home, in the comforts of your bed and the gentleness of your embrace, he belongs. because you’re perfect—you’re warm and sweet and your lips trickle with honeyed laughter that someone with sins as heavy as his doesn’t deserve to hear. but you’re stubborn, and if hanma shuji is damned to hell, he thinks you’d find a way to still bring heaven to him, clutched in the palm of one hand as the other reaches for his. 

he kisses the side of your head, indulging you (and himself, though he never admits it) in the small bit of affection he can offer you. he can’t hold your hand and show you the world, and he can’t follow you to the ends of the earth, but he can let you interrupt his (much needed) sleep for moments like these. 

and it’s enough. for now, he’s grateful it’s more than enough for you. 

“are you sleepy yet?” he mutters, “cause if i get grumpy i might just get dangerous.”

“ooh, how ferocious of you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek. he grunts, shooting you a glare as he swats your hand away. “my dangerous little gangster, aren’t you,” you giggle. 

“you know, on the streets, the people are scared of me, baby,” he insists, scowling at the beam on your face. but something warm spreads through his chest, something that almost feels like he’s swallowed the sun whole on a cold night, light and comforting as it seeps into his bones and melts him from within. 

something that feels like he’s reached the gates of heaven even as hell calls for his name, dragging him by the ankles, but never enough to fight the grasp of your hand in his as you tug.

“that’s because they’ve never seen you try to crack an egg,” you chuckle, “if they did, then they’d know you’re just stupid.”

“i’m a killer.”

“but you’re cute too,” you counter, “who says you can’t be both?”

if hanma had to describe love in one word, he thinks he’d choose stupid. because if he’s stupid enough to walk through your door and climb through your windows no matter the risks, you’re stupid enough to welcome him with open arms and a saccharine smile. 

so he laughs, giggly and real and just a little stupidly in love. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, baby, the world would ruin you,” he mumbles, tracing your cheek with a rough fingertip.

“well, you’ve got your scary street cred,” you tease. “you wouldn’t let it happen,” you whisper quietly, so sure of him that it’s almost unbearably painful. 

“i might if you don’t let me go to fuckin’ sleep,” he grumbles. his lips press into your forehead, and for a moment, you both let yourselves be foolish enough to think it’ll all be okay. 

notes: this is really self-indulgent so it's more for me than anything, but if you read this and enjoyed then that's pretty dope too :)

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[aalyssah]

No More Drinking

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,267

Summary: Dean struggles to take care of you while your drunk.

A/N: This isn’t as fluffy as I wanted it to be, but I think it’s okay. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean was fast asleep in bed, peace and quiet taking over the room. It was soon interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

Dean groaned, looking at the clock that said 11:47. He rolled over, snatching his phone off the nightstand before answering the call. "Hello?" His groggy voice croaked out.

On the other line, there was yelling and giggling. "Dean, you need to come get your girl. She's sooo wasted right now." Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Y/n? Is she okay?” Just as he asked the question he heard your voice in the background. "I-I'm okay, don't c-call him!" Dean sighed, grabbing his jeans off the near-by couch. "I'll be there in 10." He hung up the phone, rushing to get his keys, and drove to the bar you were located in.

It was a Monday night and after the Raw show, you and some girls decided to go out for some drinks to celebrate a win for one of your friends winning the divas title.

At first, you denied, wanting to go home with Dean and watch some movies, but after a little bit of convincing from Dean himself, you went. You ended up having a lot of fun, and had one too many drinks, and that's how you ended up drunk.

Dean pulled up to the bar, the sound of music blaring loud through the building. Dean stepped out the car and instantly, the girls and you came out of the bar. "Deany!" Dean turned at the sound of your voice calling for him.

You walked erratically, almost tripping over your own feet. As you took another step forward, you tripped on air, almost landing face first on concrete, but Dean was quick to grab you.

The girls behind you all made 'ooo' noises, teasing you as you fell into his arms. "You smell really good." Dean chuckled at your compliment, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder.

"H-hey, put me down!" You protested, kicking your legs, and squirming in his hold, but it did nothing as his grip on you was tight. "So you can fall and break your teeth? I think not." Dean carried you to the car, buckling you up and closing the door.

He then turned to your friends, putting his hands in his pocket. "Thanks for calling me about her." Your friend, Paige, brushed it off. "Oh it's no problem, she's a lightweight." She winked, walking back in the bar with the others.

Dean took a deep breath and got in the car, driving you two home.

All car ride you were asking questions.

"If I was a worm, would you still love me?" You asked curiously. Dean looked your way, confused. "What?" You repeated your question. "Yeah, I would love you no matter what you are."

It was silent for a good minute.

"What are trees made out of?"

"I don't know? What kind of question is that?"

You then began humming to a song, making Dean feel like he was going crazy. You were constantly talking, humming, and even falling asleep until he hit a bump in the road, causing you to yell at him.

When you finally made it home you tried opening the car door, but it was locked. "Why is my door locked?" You slurred, slowly getting frustrated as you pulled at the door handle. "Stop it, you're gonna break my handle! It's on child lock."

Dean exited his side of the car and went to you, helping you out. He held your hand, guiding you into the house. You instantly made a b-line for the living room couch, belly flipping on it with a huff.

Dean smiled at your tired reaction. "Baby, let me take your shoes off." You groaned as Dean made his way over to you, gently taking your shoes off, and putting them next to the door.

"Are you hungry?" You sleepily nodded your head, closing your eyes. "Alright, I'm gonna go get you some food. Stay awake for me." You muttered something under your breath as Dean went to the kitchen to get some noodles.

Dean had instant noodles in a cup, putting some water in them and popping it in the microwave. Dean yawned, watching the cup spin and before he knew it the microwave was beeping.

He took the noodles out and stirred them with a fork while walking over to you. “Baby, I got some food.” Dean sighed, seeing you passed out on the couch as if he didn’t just tell you not to go to sleep.

“Y/n!”

You jumped up, eyes wide. “You need to eat before you go to sleep.” You whined, pushing him away. Dean’s eyes darkened. “I won’t say it again. Eat this food.” You finally sat up, taking the noodles and slowly shoving them in your mouth.

You soon finished your noodles, throwing the cup on the coffee table and attempting to go back to sleep, but Dean was quick to stop you. “Nope you can go to bed yet. You gotta shower.” He picked up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet stool, and turned on the shower.

He waited until the water got warm and began stripping you down. “Gotta wash you up and then you can go to sleep.” Dean also stripped down from his clothes, and helped you in the shower.

You moaned at the feeling of the hot water hitting your body. “Let me wash you and we’ll be out in 15.” Dean did his word, gently, but quickly washing you before washing himself.

You were well behaved, enjoying the feeling of his soft hands dancing around your body. When he was done, he turned the water off, helped you get out, and started drying you both off.

He focused completely on you, making sure that you were situated before dealing with himself. Once he was done with you, he put you to bed, watching as you fell asleep.

Dean felt a ton of weight lift off his shoulder. He looked at the clock and saw it said. 2:36. Everything took up most of his day. He was supposed to sleep, but you ruined it, and he isn’t mad about it. He’s done this way too many times when he was drunk.

Dean’s never taken care of a drunk person before. Usually he’s the one who gets drunk and now he thinks it’s best if it stays like that because he doesn’t know how you do it.

Dean got in bed beside you, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Now that he’s been up for almost 3 hours taking care of you, he’s not really tired anymore.

He watched TV until the sun came up.

-

The sun now shines bright in the room as you wake up to see Dean sitting up in bed, watching TV. “Never again." Dean said, staring at you.

You looked at him, confusion taking over your face. "Never again what?" // "I'm never taking care of you again when you're drunk. That was hell." You giggled at him, scooting closer to him. "I wasn't that bad."

Dean looked at you like you were crazy. "No more drinking for you, please. Let's make a deal, you're not allowed to drink after shows without me." You smiled at him, agreeing. "Okay, buddy. If I really was that bad, I won't drink without you ever again."

Dean let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes, and finally falling into the peaceful slumber that was taken away from him hours ago.

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[captain-mj]

That memory loss fic has done me in. I’m on my knees, captain. A part 2 would make my week <3

I've seen the requests and I got you guys!! Was planning on this being the last part, but uh... it got rather long lol.

Price had escaped relatively unscathed despite how hard that punch was. Soap wasn’t too surprised, Price was very tough. It didn’t stop Graves from fussing over him. 

“Uh, Captain?” He knocked and interrupted them. “Ghost is still...”

Price sighed, sitting back in his seat. “Any luck figuring out what’s going on?”

“Yes, actually. He thinks he’s been with a Roba for four months. Thought I heard you two mention the name before.” 

Price visibly paled a little. “Ah. That’s not good. That’s not good at all.”

“Who is he?”

“Cartel leader a few years back. He had several soldiers taken. Experimentation, brainwashing, conditioning. It was nasty. Simon ended up the only person surviving it.” 

Graves stood up. “I don’t think Ghost would want me around for this. I’ll see you two later.” He kissed Price’s cheek, punched Soap’s shoulder and left. 

Soap nodded at him before continuing. “He thinks he’s four months in. He’s paranoid, not as much as I was expecting though. Let me give him a drink and only bit me once.”

Price nodded. “He’s not going to wear a mask like this. He didn’t back then. It would explain why he reacted that way in the van.”

Soap nodded. “Couldn’t see our faces.” 

“I meant the skulls. Roba wore skull face paint. Had all his men wear it too. Not to mention a couple of other nasty memories. It’s why Ghost wears it. Symbol of fear for him.” Price sighed. “Did you try explaining?”

Soap was a little caught up in the information he was just given. He didn’t understand why Ghost would wear something that would remind him of his past like that. 

“I told him he lost his memories and he said that’s a new form of brainwashing. Basically brushed me off. Gets real upset when you call him Ghost to. He also... made a couple concerning comments.... He mentioned a Lady. I said I’d reward him if he’d work with me and he said he didn’t want the Lady. Didn’t really specify. You know anything about that?”

“No. I’ll tell the nurses though. We’ll keep women from going in there alone, just in case. Doubt he’ll attack them, but we don’t want him anymore scared than necessary.” Price shook his head. “I hope we get this figured out soon. If not, he might have to go on leave and possibly discharged.”

Soap knew what that meant. If it goes on, Simon will disappear. He wasn’t technically alive. They’d be dumping him on the street. 

“Sir, I’m aware that Ghost doesn’t have any living family.”

“Don’t tell him.” Price said immediately. “I’ll make sure everyone knows. We need to make sure he does not find out.” 

“Why not? If he doesn’t wake up and he knows we lied...”

“Soap, that is a very valid worry. But Ghost right now is a very big flight risk. I’m... Simon will try to commit. He did it the first time he found out and he tried twice our first month of working together. He’s fragile. He can be pissed at us later. Right now, we have enough problems without needing him on suicide watch.” Price whispered it to him and Soap’s stomach turned.

“What do you mean tried to commit?? You’re telling me a man with three suicide attempts is allowed in the fucking army?” Soap hissed at Price. Besides the rules and regulations around those things, if Ghost really did try and Price just fucking let him go back. Let him on the field with big guns and plenty of opportunities to fucking die. Soap gritted his teeth to Keep himself quiet.

“Look, he’s legally dead. I know it’s hard to understand, but when he wasn’t let back in, he went to Mexico himself and destroyed an entire cartel single handedly. You want him walking the streets? Near civilians? Yes, in the beginning, he struggled. Was convinced he was dead. That he had never crawled out of the graves. Used to say and do shit that concerned me. He’s better.”

“Better? He wears a mask constantly and avoids conversation like the plague.”

“You didn’t see it.” Price suddenly sounded very far away. “I’m worried you’re about to, but you didn’t see it. You think Ghost is fucked up now? He walked around like a goddamn corpse. He found his family murdered only a few months after being tortured and buried alive. I feel like all things considered, he’s better than most.” 

Soap was still angry. So goddamn angry. He just didn’t think it was directed at Price. “When was the last time he... attempted?”

“Over a year ago. He’s been clean since. I check him occasionally.” Price sighed. “I... need you to keep an eye on him. He won’t be as slippery as he is now, not as experienced, but he’s smart as hell.” He shook his head lightly.

“Will do, sir.”

“Soap, I know you two are close. I trust you, okay? Be careful with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Price shook his head and looked away. Soap could see the exhaustion sound like the plague.

“How long did they have him?”

“Seven months.” Price sighed. 

Soap nodded and then left Price’s office. He made his way straight to Ghost who was asleep now. One of the nurses smiled awkwardly.

“Gave him some drugs in his iv. Sedative and a painkiller.”

“Thought you weren’t supposed to sleep with a head wound?”

“Only when you first get them. He’ll be fine.” The nurse reassured. “You can sit with him as long as you want.” She took her leave and he settled next to Ghost again.

Soap hesitated before leaving for just a moment to grab his sketching tools. With his sketchbook and pencils, he started to sketch him. He so rarely got him maskless like this. He drew him with a loving amount of detail, including each scar and fleck on his skin. It passed the time as he waited for him to wake up.

After a moment, he reached over carefully and felt under his shirt, feeling the raised ridges of his scarring. When he had seen it, Ghost had explained it had occurred while he was captivity one time. They had made him. He had looked so ashamed that Soap hadn’t pressed.

Ghost yawned and looked up at him sleepily. “You’re here again. You were gone a while.”

Soap frowned. “Wasn’t gone too long.”

Ghost frowned at him, not saying anything. He noticed the book and tilted his head.

“Just taking notes.” Soap answered the question before he asked. He smiled gently. “Sleep well?”

“This bed is better than the concrete floor.” Ghost answered smoothly, smiling a little. It felt like an odd attempt at being suave. Soap blinked and nodded.

“Are sure? These beds might as well be made of rocks.” Soap laughed a little, trying to study the smile on the his face. He looked younger. Small.

Ghost looked away. “Didn’t say it was that much better.” He was clearly smiling again but he didn’t let Soap see it. Instead, he stretched as much as he could while cuffed and winced. “Morphine? That’s new.”

“How did you know it was morphine?”

“I’ve had to use it once or twice. Doesn’t have much of an effect on me but it takes the edge off.” Simon relaxed back into the pillows. “I’m starting to think you’re a dream. You were gone a while.”

“How long was I gone?”

“I don’t know. Time is funny.” Simon waved him off.

“What is usually used?”

“Opioids. Benzos. Hallucinogens. You guys keep me hiiiiiiiigh as a kite.” Simon’s words started to sound funny and Soap wondered if they maybe gave him a touch too much morphine.

“Well, like I said, i’m here to keep you safe.”

“Liar. They were just torturing me.” 

“I don’t think fixing your iv is torturing you. Or poking at your bandages.” Soap smiled indulgently.

“One of them cut me open and cut out parts of my liver.” Ghost looked at him and Soap felt his breath catch at the aching sincerity there. “He fed a piece to me. I’d really prefer if you didn’t say you’ll keep me safe. You’ll just waste your breath. I know when you leave, it’ll start again.” 

Soap stared at him. It must’ve been while he was asleep that he dreamed this. He looked at Ghost’s chest, what little he could see. Ghost had a giant y-shaped scar across his entire torso. 

Soap leaned over and touched his hand. “Are you okay?”

Simon stared at him before slowly relaxing. “I’m fine. It’s weird. I feel like I know you.”

“You do. You do know me.”

“No, I don’t.” Simon pleaded. “I don’t know you.” 

“Yes, you do, Ghost.”

“I’m not dead.” Simon said coldly. “I’m not dead. You can’t convince me I’m dead.”

“You’re right. You’re not dead. You’re right here with me.” Soap reassured, reaching up and gently tracing his jaw. Simon looked distressed.

“Stop it. Stop it.”

“What do you want me to stop doing?”

“You’re in my head. You’re messing with me.”

“No, I’m not. I promise you’re safe. I’m not going to leave again.” Soap comforted him until Simon weakly shook his head and dropped his head onto the pillow. 

“Please...” Simon mumbled, staring up at him. “Please, I don’t want them to go back to the rainbow room. I don’t want the Lady.”

“No one is going to, Simon. I promise. Why don’t you go back to sleep? Aren’t you tired?”

Simon hummed, clearly fighting sleep. He did so for a while before giving in. 

Soap took a deep breath and settled back down. His hands were shaking. After a moment of consideration, he messaged Price to update him, telling him that Simon woke up for a while before going back to sleep. 

Before long, Soap ended up falling asleep in his chair, focusing on the steady beat of Ghost’s heart monitor.

Screaming. It shocked him awake and he jerked up, watching Simon writhe and scream as loud as he could.

“Make it stop. Please make it stop.” Simon mumbled between ear shattering wails. 

Price and Gaz were suddenly there, both just as panicked as Soap was. They tried to hold him down and watched as he thrashed, yanking so hard on his restraints that for a moment Soap wondered if his wrist would snap. 

Then, his wrist snapped. 

Simon choked out, sounding so angry. “You promised. You promised you wouldn’t leave. There’s so much blood.”

Price grabbed Simon’s shoulders, pinning him down. “There is no blood. You’re safe.”

“it hurts it hurts so much. I don’t want it. I don’t want them.”

“I know, Simon. i know it hurts.” Price reassured. “You hurt yourself.”

“You bastards hurt me.” Simon hissed at him, but he was shaking so hard now. They were all trying to hold him down as much as they could. “Please. Please.” He begged, pleaded with Price to make it stop.

Price just stared at him, holding his shoulders down. He looked so helpless that Soap felt sick. 

“I know, son. I’m so sorry.”

“He promised. He promised he wouldn’t leave.”

“I didn’t leave.” Soap said softly, though he was looking at Price. “I think he’s dreaming through his memories. Said something about me being gone a long time earlier.”

“Shit. Can’t really protect him from that.” Gaz said softly as Simon finally stopped struggling, staring at the roof.

“Who’s the Lady?”

“Pilar. Her name was Pilar. She can do things with her hips that men would kill for.” Simon mumbled and it sounded like he was quoting someone. He eventually closed his eyes. “I don’t want her.” 

Soap felt like he was going to be sick. He traced the Glasgow smile on Simon’s face, despite Price’s alarmed look. “I’m sorry.”

“You left.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” Soap decided. “How long was I gone?” 

“It’s been... I don’t know. I think its been a month since we first met. It’s so hard. Time runs together.”

Soap bit his lip, feeling a hole digging in his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure when you see me, it’s nice.” 

“Fuck you.” Simon eventually coughed out and then just fell back against the bed. “Fucking hell.” He tried to curl away from their hands but it didn’t work. Ghost continued to shake for a while and they retracted their hands. 

Gaz sighed shakily. “Is he... okay?”

“Go back to bed, Kyle.” Price smiled. “We’ll watch him.”

Gaz nodded and quietly stepped back. He left them alone. 

Price shook his head. “Simon. Roba is dead.”

“No, he’s not. I see him. He’s there when I close my eyes.”

“Simon...” Price said softly. “This all happened a very long time ago.”

“Except it didn’t.” Soap pointed out. “To him, it feels like its right now. He’s currently going through it and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.” 

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[maxislvt]

i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome

toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!

You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.

It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.

Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.

After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.

It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.

Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.

Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.

It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"

You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is

God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her

Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"

Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.

Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you

Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."

You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.

#panther speaks #pvntherz #wanda maximoff #toxic!wanda #panthers headcanons #wanda headcanons #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #anon

[rageofthemuffin]

Valentine's Day Sneak Peek

I've actually made really decent progress on the werewolf au the past few days, and while I'm not going to make any promises about when the next chapter is coming, hopefully it's pretty soon!

Anyway, here's a snippet of the chapter as a reward for your patience:

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As the full moon neared, Cody grew more and more agitated.  He was quieter, but Obi-Wan could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes darted back and forth in search of threats, the way his hands had to be touching Obi-Wan or his breath would catch in his throat, panic lighting up his face.

Sex was one of the only things that could get him to relax for more than a minute or two, and his sex drive had started to rival Obi-Wan’s earlier in his pregnancy.  Not that Obi-Wan minded, he’d never been more sexually gratified in his life.  He just wished it didn’t have to be attached to something that brought Cody so much anxiety.  

Despite Obi-Wan’s assurances that the wolf didn’t scare him, assurances which he wholeheartedly meant, he was worried about how the full moon would be for Cody.  The man was barely eating, constantly on edge, and though he didn’t say anything, Obi-Wan knew he was in some amount of physical discomfort.  Waking up seemed harder, and Obi-Wan had caught Cody wincing one too many times to brush it off.

If he didn’t know any better, Obi-Wan would have thought Cody was teething, and maybe he was, in a way.  In addition to his need to constantly touch Obi-Wan, his teeth were almost constantly nibbling on some part of him.

Currently, it was his shoulder as they came down from their most recent bout of lovemaking.  Obi-Wan brushed his fingers through Cody’s short hair, his other hand gently rubbing Cody’s neck and shoulders in an attempt to ease some of his discomfort.

“Cody?”

Cody grunted, his mouth still intently working at the skin above his collarbone.

“Will you tell me what will happen on the full moon?”

Cody stilled, unmoving.  “You already know what’s going to happen.”

“Generally, yes,” Obi-Wan agreed.  “But what do you do while you’re out there?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, Obi-Wan, maybe after-”

“I know,” Obi-Wan interrupted.  And truly, he didn’t want to push Cody about the topic when he was already so on edge.  “But I think if I don’t know, I’ll be up all night worrying.”

“You’ve seen it before,” Cody grumbled petulantly, rolling onto his side and pulling Obi-Wan closer.

“Yes, but I was exhausted and convinced I was having some sort of hallucination to ease me into my death,” Obi-Wan said wryly.  “I didn’t know you then.”

Cody sighed heavily.  “I won’t be in any danger.  We just hunt.”

Obi-Wan blinked, mildly surprised.  “Really?”

“You expected worse, didn’t you?” Cody asked, amusement coloring the weariness in his voice.

“Only because you hate talking about it so much.”

“That’s not the part that I don’t like,” Cody said.  “I hate the feeling of not being in control.  Kote just does whatever he wants to, and I can’t stop him.”

“Seems like all he wants to do is hunt,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“Most of the time,” Cody nodded.  “Did I tell you he tried to find you?”

“I think he did find me.”

“No, before that.  Right after the first time we met.”

Obi-Wan leaned back slightly so he could see Cody’s face.  “Really?”

Cody nodded.  “He tried to track you down.  I tried so hard to pull him back, to convince him he didn’t need to do that, but he didn’t listen.  He never listens when he’s the one in control.  My brothers had to spend the whole night herding him back into our territory.”

Obi-Wan tucked his face back against Cody’s bare chest, relieved he had brothers who cared about him to help him through the night.  “Well, now I’m here.  You have no reason to leave the territory.”

“Yeah.”

“That seems scary, though, not being able to control your own body,” Obi-Wan sympathized.  

“It was.  It is.”

“Do you think Kote feels the same way during the rest of the month?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help asking.

Cody stiffened.  “Not a good time for this, Obi-Wan,” he warned through gritted teeth.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan accepted with a flash of guilt.  “I’m sorry.”

Cody just sighed again, pressing a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s hair.  “I’m glad you’re here,” he said after a while.  

“So am I.”

#codywan #my fics #i promise ive been working on it lol #in an ideal world the whole fic would be done by the end of the month #but in a more ideal world it would have been done in october so we'll see

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Toxic | {DouKaza}

Theme: Angst

Note: *Randomly wants to do a little toxic relationship* (that's my version of a TW- Basically, this will be more toxic relationship type of angst than my usual angst writing) (I'm not romantisizing toxic relationships, this is merely writing. If you're in a relationship like this, or worse, please get help and end it. This isn't a good thing.)

Akaza had started by hating Douma. Very much. From his fake smile to his stupid way of walking. Everything about him was so fucking irritating. But somewhere in the middle he'd fallen in love. And his smile and his walk and his voice and his body and everything. Everything about him became so endearing he couldn't take it. 

Douma was the opposite. He never felt anything. He just was there. Trying to make friends, seeing if he would feel. He might say he wanted to know how it would be to feel actual emotions, but that would be a lie. Because he'd be feeling want if he wanted something. He didn't want anything. He just watched how others acted and tried to fit in, not that he minded if he was shunned aside. He just noticed how others hated that and acted as if he hated it as well. He felt if he faked it he would be more normal and could just live as he wanted. He never grew attached, didn't care about anything. And if he was being honest, he didn't care if he died. He neither wanted to live or die. He didn't care what happened to him or to anyone. Akaza seemed to take a liking to him eventually, though. And since he'd seen so many people fall in love and be together, he'd accepted the confession. He pretended he felt the same and forced himself to blush at Akaza's touch, forced his body to act the ways Akaza seemed to want him to. But it was all just an act. It was a fake little thing he pretended just so it would go on. He didn't care about Akaza but convinced himself he did because otherwise he would realize the lies in his own act he pretended were just facts.

Akaza didn't noticed this at first, blinded by his own feelings. When Douma wrapped him in his arms and repeatedly expressed how much he loved him, he believed this. Because he wanted to. Not because it was real, but because that's what he wanted to hear. When Douma kissed him tenderly and rested his hand on Akaza's thigh, he embraced it. Simply because his heart was still naive. He may have killing thousands but his heart knew almost nothing about love. His last love was centuries ago. He wanted to believe this was real as much as Douma had convinced himself it was. But at the end of the day, Akaza was still perceptive as ever. He could be naive but he wasn't stupid.

Douma and Akaza fought often. Fought about insignificant things, fought about the past, about the present and future. Fought about who was with who, when, where. Their fighting was constantly ceased either of them might either give up or one might try a touch of affection to stop the fighting. But it only ceased for a little and one of them always burst eventually. And this time, the topic was a lot more than a small irritation. Akaza had been brushed off by Douma as if he was nothing. Akaza was furious.

"Douma," he growled, crossing his arms and looking up at Douma.

"What is it now," Douma asked, sighing. 

Akaza raised an eyebrow and Douma realized he shouldn't have said that. "What? Do you think I'm just a child who gets angered easily? Is that what it is?"

"You do! You get mad about the smallest things ever," the blond said exhasperated. He was used to these fights. He didn't really care but he knew Akaza wouldn't like it if he just walked away, so he stayed.

"You.." Akaza started, gritting his teeth. "What the fuck do you mean? It's always your fault!!"

"Oh, is it my fault now? My fault you constantly shout at me?" Douma shot back.

"Yes! Yes it is!" 

Douma was still talking though. He continued, his arms crossed as well now, an eyebrow raised in a mocking way. "My fault you think everything I do is suspicious? My fault you keep fighting me? My fault that as hard as I try to keep everything at bay, you keep making it worse?"

Akaza was very irritated now and stomped down with one foot, like an upset child. "Shut up! It's your fault you don't actually love me!"

Douma froze then, and he paused his rant. "What did you say?"

"It's your fault for dating me and not actually loving me," Akaza repeated.

"But I do love you, I've told you that so many times!" Douma said, though he felt that Akaza was right.

"You don't, I just know it," Akaza whispered. "You just use me."

"I do not! I can't believe you would say such a thing about me, I thought you loved me!"

"Don't you fucking dare turn my feelings against me," Akaza said, his fury rising.

"You said you loved me, but here you are, saying I don't love you, saying I'm a liar," Douma said, ignoring Akaza's comment.

"You're sick. You're a sick and toxic person who thinks it's amusing to use people for yourself," Akaza said, slowly backing away. But Douma shook his head and darted forward, his hand wrapping around Akaza's wrist and pulling him towards him, an act he did often. He wrapped his arms around Akaza's waist and said, "No, I'm not using you! I swear! Besides, that wouldn't make sense."

"And how so?" Akaza asked, though his arms had fallen limp to his side. Douma had a way of making him feel weak inside. He would say he hated it but he truly loved it. 

"If I can't feel emotions, I can't feel amusement and I have no reason to use you," Douma said, forgetting to say it as if it wasn't true. And Akaza noticed that. He pulled away suddenly, shaking his head. 

"So you really can't feel emotions, no? So everything about you is fake? That plastic little smile of yours and your insistence that you love me? Fucking bitch. I can't believe it.. No, actually, I can. And I'm done with you," Akaza decided, glowering.

"Akaza, please, no. It's not true! I was saying it as, ah, as if it was true to make sure you would understand," Douma insisted, unsure why he kept trying with Akaza anyways. It did give him something to do, and though it only gave him a little entertainment, he found it a little interesting how Akaza kept coming back to him, even with all their fights. It was almost a game now, to see when Akaza might give up on him. "I love you so much."

Akaza shook his head again, as if wanting to believe it, but knowing he shouldn't. But then Douma was at his side again, running his fingers through his hair and Akaza melted. He leaned against Douma's body, his breath still quick from his outburst. He sighed quietly and Douma's arms were around his waist. "Sorry, I'm just paranoid, I guess," Akaza murmured. 

"It's alright, love," Douma whispered back, placing a soft kiss on Akaza's forehead. How easy it was to get Akaza back. He really was very naive. Douma had a strong hold on Akaza's heart. How long would it last? It really wasn't good for Akaza, and maybe Douma really was just fake and toxic.

{Word count: 1234}

probably not a good idea to end it right there just bc the word count was at 1234 💀 But anyways..

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #sillyness #angst #uppermoons #demons #doukaza #fluff #toxic relationship #toxic douma frfr #akaza being naive asf #sighs #random ahh ship writing #random writing #writes angst quietly

[lucysweatslove]

I don’t do habits well.

By this I mean a few things.

One, new habits are ridiculously difficult for me to develop. My habits aren’t actual habits, they’re just meeting obvious, immediate biological needs including energy conservation. People constantly tell me “once you’re in the habit, it comes naturally.” Nope. For YEARS I have tried to get in the habit of brushing my teeth or creating a skincare routine or whatever it is. Regardless of how long my streak has been, each time I do it is a concerted, real effort, as difficult as it was the first time I forced myself to do it.

Two, I can burn out quickly. Because each time I do a “thing,” it’s this strong effort to do it, the more and more I do it, the more and more my body and brain crave rest. In general, I don’t like to do something I “should” or “have to” do. I’m naturally rebellious and doing something, even light and not physically taxing, every single day just goes against my personality. I also don’t like monotony. While there is some relief in knowing exactly what to do- ie doing the same workout routine for each upper body day- it also just… feels boring. Even when I try to mix things up, like changing the routine and trying new exercises, my brain just doesn’t like having the same generalized routine. Like always working out at a set time- boring. Or Tuesdays and Fridays being leg and core day- boring. If there is ANY pattern to it at all, my brain figures it out and is like “but how about… no?”

Third way I suck at habits: the ones I can stomach, I get super rigid about to my own detriment. In my ED, I was very rigid about weighing every single food on my plate. Habit of weighing myself every morning. Habit of body checking- and saying terrible things about my body- anytime I saw my reflection. If these “habits” were challenged, I would be very upset. Imagine a habit most people do- brushing teeth. One day you wake up late and realize you’re out of toothpaste and can’t brush them at your normal time. No time to go to the store. You just have to deal with it until the evening. Frustrating? Yeah. Sets the tone for the day where you might just feel like things are a bit off? Sure. But you can probably still go about your day. Now imagine that instead of just merely feeling off, you’re in hysterics and can’t move on to the next part of your day. You physically cannot bring yourself to do anything but feel massive anxiety until you have toothpaste in your hand and can brush your teeth. That’s the kind of rigidity I can develop.

It’s not like I am consciously, or even subconsciously, thinking in an “all or nothing” way for most things. I half-ass things all the time in order to just get them done. I can absolutely be a perfectionist but I’m good at pushing through to do SOMETHING. It’s just like my brain literally cannot have a normal amount of “habit”. The only way I can make something into a “habit” is if I convince myself the world is going to end if I don’t do something habitually, which is also terrible.

#fitember

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: based off of mary's song by taylor swift

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing, slight arguing, no use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

𝐚/𝐧: this is one of my fav taylor swift songs i hope u all enjoy reading this much as i did writing it !! matt is so mary’s song coded so i had to do this. i love u all ty for all the love i’ve been getting on my writing!

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

⋆。˚ ౨ৎ

i was seven and you were nine

i looked at you like the stars that shine

and our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love

you were in the backyard, running around on the wooden play set your dad had built for your fifth birthday. it was an early evening in mid august, the heat of the summer day finally beginning to cool down. your family invited the neighbors over for a barbecue for about the third time this week, and it was only thursday.

“matty,” you giggled, brushing the dirt off your knees from the slight tumble you took, “i said no tag backs.” your mother had put your auburn hair into braids for today, which were beginning to fall out from all of your running around. you wore a light green sundress, bringing out the slight green specks in your usual blue irises.

matt laughed back down at you, running away once more, yelling you’re it. you watched as the taller blonde boy made his way down the slide, getting his washed out overalls wet from the sprinkler water that was spraying around the yard.

you two continued to run around while your dad was cooking, admiring the way the two children interacted.

“i bet they’ll get married on day.” he told matt’s dad.

take me back when our world was one block wide

i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

later that night, matt and his family stayed past dinner to have a bonfire. matt, being the big boy he said he was, convinced his parents to let him walk up the road to the connivence store with you to retrieve things to make s’mores with. he was nine now, after all. following thirty minutes of being told to stick together and don’t talk to strangers, you and matt made the quarter of a mile trek with the thirty dollars your mom gave you two.

although the walk wasn’t that far, it still was still exhausting seemed to take days, especially to your poor seven year old self. to make the time pass, you and matt threw rocks down the sidewalk, racing each other to see who’d get there first. matt won, but only because you were tired, or so you claimed.

you two began walking again, hands swinging next to one another.

“truth or dare, matty?” you spoke, grinning over at matt, flashing your new grown up teeth that were starting to grow in.

“hmmm,” matt began, already knowing his answer. he shuffled his feet on the sidewalk, trailing behind you slightly to make you look back and laugh. “dare.”

you thought for a moment, trying to come up with a dare. there wasn’t much to do seeing as you two were walking to the store.

“kiss me” you giggled, puckering your lips out at matt. when he began to pucker his back, you ran up the road to the store shrieking.

well, i was sixteen when suddenly i wasn't that little girl you used to see

you and matt stayed friends your whole childhood. constantly at each other’s houses, having after school play dates or movie nights during the weekend. you two were inseparable. over the years, you two began to change, both physically and mentally. you shot up when you were about 12, standing a few inches taller than matt, until he came home from summer camp taller than you again. you two went through the awkward teenage phases together, finally now growing out of it.

today was your sixteenth birthday, and matt was over at your house with his family for dinner and cake. you’d always been pretty to matt, but over the last year he’s watched you grow into the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. you’d grown tall, having long slim legs that seemed to be miles high. your hair stayed the same color, unlike matt’s who’s had turned brunette over time. you started wearing makeup recently, not much, but enough to accentuate your already stunning features.

matt watched you in awe as you blew out your birthday candles, silently hoping you wished for him. after dessert, the two of you found yourselves outside sitting on the swings of the play set you two used to once roam. you looked beautiful underneath the stars, wearing a brand new blue sundress you bought last weekend. you and matt gazed at each other, both secretly wanting more than you had now.

“remember when i used to give you birthday punches?” matt laughed, peering down into his lap and swinging ever-so-slightly.

you giggled, recalling the time he’d accidentally hit you so hard you’d bruised. he cried for days afterwards, he felt so bad.

“do i get any this year?” you asked him, leaning over into him more as he sat next to you, staring back into your blue eyes.

she shook his head. “i can give you something else.”

you didn’t realize how far you two leaned in until you felt his soft lips pressed to yours.

“one”

you smiled lightly as matt pulled away, suddenly feeling them again back on your own.

“two”

this went on well past sixteen, finally letting go of so much pent up feelings towards one another, as the both of you spent the whole night exchanging kisses back and forth on your old play set. at the end of the night he asked you to be his girlfriend.

take me back to the time we had our very first fight

the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight

you and matt had been together for two years now. it was late spring, and you got accepted into your dream college. the only problem was the school was on the other side of the country. matt had stayed home after graduation, deciding he wanted to pursue a career in youtube with his brothers. you two were currently yelling back and forth about the future of your relationship.

“it’s not fair for you to leave!” matt argues, running his hands through his messy hair.

“we’ll be fine, matt,” you assured him also sounding upset, “this is my dream we’re talking about here.”

“how do you know we’ll be okay? we’ve spent our whole lives together.” the brunette boy shot back.

you began to feel tears prick your eyes, blinking to keep them at bay. he was right, you didn’t know for sure if you two would make it.

“i waited my whole life to finally be with you, i’m not losing you now.” matt shouted, his eyes becoming red with tears as well.

“you won’t lose me!” you tried to plea, full on crying now.

matt huffed, walking out of your bedroom, slamming the door behind him. you spent the whole night sobbing into your pillow, hugging a sweatshirt you had of matt’s. he’d done the same thing, waking up extra early the next morning to show up to your front door with flowers.

upon seeing your poor boy at the door with red puffy eyes clutching a bouquet of daisies, you pulled him in for the tightest hug you had in you. “i’m sorry pretty girl” he kept muttering into the side of your head, repedealty kissing you over and over again. you spent the day with him cuddling on the couch, legs intertwined with one another as you watched the movie. you were both uncertain about the future, but you had right now, and that’s what was most important.

a few years had gone and come around

we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

matt decided to go out west with you to school. he couldn’t bare the idea of not being together for four years. he got an apartment that you two shared together, finally being able to wake up next to your favorite person everyday. little mundane things showed the love you two shared. you would wake up early for class, making an extra cup of coffee you’d set out for matt while you both ate breakfast together. you two had shared drawers, often finding his t-shirts mixed into your clothes. matt would always shower while you were in the bathroom getting ready for the day. little things.

it was now the summer after your college graduation, and you and matt were home visiting your families. upon arrival, his mother had sneakily given matt her engagement ring to propose to you with. you had no idea, so when matt had dropped to one knee in front of the connivence store you bought marshmallows from all those years back, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle

our whole town came and our mamas cried

you and matt decided to get married the next summer, right in your old backyard. the once sturdy playground was now old and rotting, so your dad broke it apart and rebuilt it as the archway you and matt stood under as you exchanged your vows.

you both stood facing one another, hand in hand as you listened to the officiant list off the promises you two swore to keep until death do you part. matt looked at you beaming, tears in his eyes as he imagined the future he would share with the girl next door he fell in love with so many years ago.

“you may kiss the bride.” the man spoke as matt pulled you in. he grabbed your waist, spinning you around so he was holding you up as you leaned backwards, kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe. you both smiled as you shared the moment with your families and friends, something they had all been waiting for since you both were kids.

take me home where we met so many years before

we'll rock our babies on that very front porch

you ended up moving into matt’s old childhood home after his parents moved out of state to retire. you made it a whole project together, updating the wall colors and floorboards, making it your home. you two spent countless days and nights at the hardware store, buying and returning supplies to make sure your new home together was perfect.

you both sat in the center of the living room, the furniture covered in plastic as a fresh coat of burgundy was plastered on the walls. exhausted from the day’s work, you two ordered chinese takeout for dinner.

“when should we tell everyone about the girls?” you asked matt, taking a bite into a spring roll. a few months ago, you found out you were pregnant. at the last doctor’s visit, you two were informed you had twin girls growing inside you. you and matt were absolutely ecstatic, already beginning to prepare the nursery.

“i don’t know, i just hope they have your hair.” he smiled back at you tiredly but with love in his eyes.

after all this time, you and i

a quick six months after that, you brought two beautiful baby girls into the world, who did in fact have your hair. matt loved you three to pieces, constantly attacking you guys with bear hugs when he returned home from long days at work.

becoming a parent was easily the best thing that ever happened to you and matt. you both promised to raise and love your girls as best you could, and you two had absolutely delivered. everyone loved the twins, claiming them to be “angels sent from heaven.”

as time went on, your girls got older, until eventually they were packing up for college, going to the same school you went to. the first few months were rough, you two not being used the quiet in the once loud and booming house. the quiet reminded you of your time before you were a parent, and when it used to just be you and matt.

i'll be eighty-seven, you'll be eighty-nine

i’ ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky

you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect life. you spent all your time with the people who loved you the most, something a tangible item could never live up to. you and matt were sat on the porch of your house, waiting for one of your daughter’s to come home from the hospital with her first baby. you looked over at your husband, meeting the blue eyes you fell for so many years ago. you think about all the time’s you’ve shared together, both good and bad. you remember the big things, like being matt’s date to his prom, and the smaller things, like his promise to constantly keep your vases filled with fresh flowers.

you think to way back when you were seven years old, playing in your backyard with matt as your dad’s joked about you two growing up and getting married. oh my my my.

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[imthedoctordonna]

Things my daughter says/does that make me convinced she has autism:

*walks out of public restroom with tears brimming* "The toilet flushed loud and I wasn't expecting it."

*is only given an 8 minute transition warning til bedtime instead of a 10 minute one* *has a borderline breakdown until she is laying in bed and the routine is completed*

"Every time you tell me you have a surprise for me, it makes me anxious. Not a good or bad anxious. Just anxious." (I did ask if she would rather I just told her what it was as opposed to surprising her, she said it was ok.)

Bed time routine CANNOT be altered, including the bed time itself. It must go: 10 minute warning, she brushes teeth, gets jammies on, I braid her hair, she reads, I read, lights out then lamp, night light, hall light on, then we sing a song(the night the lights went out in Georgia), the she reads, then the radio is turned on as she puts on her sleeping mask and 'good nights' are said. If any of that changes there are LOTS of tears and anxieties.

*Tries to squeeze past peer, accidentally bumps peer, peer says "you can't say excuse me?"*

"She was rude. I thought I could make it past her. I didn't even bump her that much." (I explain again what personal space is, and even if you don't mean to, we need to say excuse me or I'm sorry any time we enter someone's personal space. She is missing some social cues)

"It BOTHERS me!" *This is mainly about clothes that are the wrong texture/ materials/ decorative socks that have all those threads on the inside, shoes that have insoles that are curled because she CONSTANTLY scrunches her toes*

"I'm sweaty" *through tears because she does NOT like it*

#parenting #about me #me #erika talks #autism #neurodivergent children #adhd #someone save me

[msnbutterfly]

feeling absolutely fucking batshit today

I want to take a hammer to my phone, kitchen scissors to my stupidly long and unmanageable hair delete all of my accounts and hit up my toxic ex who cheated on me to go camp in the desert somewhere. im so tired of existing in my own head and body and dealing with my internal dialogue and brain day in and day out. of wanting to be beautiful and cool and liked and nice and perceived as nice. im so tired of shyly smiling at people in my ceramics studio that I don't even like because I don't want to be disliked. of scanning my body every day and thinking about what surgeries I wish I had to change it. of how I can convince my mom to pay for teeth whitening because my teeth have always been yellow. of trying to be nice and calm and supportive to my little sister who never makes even a slight effort to check in on me or be there for me. of constantly trying to take the high road with her in order to preserve the relationship. being there when she calls me to vent about everyone and everything even though she can't be bothered to answer a simple text from me. of continuing to engage and communicate with people I generally dislike and have nothing in common with because im so insecure about my lack of life experience and lack of friends in a city where I've spent 99% of my life. im tired of all of this shit contributing to me being generally disingenuous and fucking vapid and shallow. Turning 25 is throwing me for a loop because all I can think about is how im finally coming to accept my appearance and how its all going to go away soon. im so tired of giving so much of a fuck about shit that does not matter. at ceramics today this young woman maybe 25 and strange older dude were talking about their seizures and brain disorders and matching scars from brain surgery. and a mom and daughter who looked homeless wandered in because the daughter was curious. that's the stuff in life that matters and makes a difference. not my yellow teeth, or big nose or cellulite. or if people like me.

I tried to run but im so out of shape and I've just been drinking soda and eating junk food and not even drinking water so I couldn't really. instead I walked down to the elementary school where I went and laid on the grass. the first Xanax I took started to calm me down and I felt more at peace. I walked home and went to Vons and bought a slice of birthday cake and a pack of American spirits. I smoked one on the way home and took a hot shower. I rubbed my face with face wash until the foam covered anything. I cleaned my room before I left the house today and it was genuinely really nice to come home to. I tuned on both of my fans to full speed and im sitting here typing this. Im going to turn on the Simpsons. or maybe a movie. and eat my cake. I took another Xanax before my shower so im hoping that will help me fall asleep. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. but I know that I don't want to go to work and preform. [preform as cool girl and make crude jokes to the back of house. preform as cute and funny because I think my manager is hot. preform in general. im so tired of it.

I swear im so fucked up im a perfect candidate for someone to get me to join some cult. shave my head wear loose robes.

I screamed bloody murder 4 times in my car on the way home tonight. a "primal" scream. im getting my mental health advice from corny Netflix teen movies now I guess.

why was I worried about the length of my t shirt today, of the bagginess of shorts. of what shoes would be the coolest with the two.

more likely than not this is all just manic irritable behavior and energy that's a direct result of my not taking my meds consistently, and getting my period from skipping my bc, and more than likely ill sleep the day away tomorrow like I have been for almost a month now, and rush off to work, not brushing my teeth or forgetting deodorant and showing up late with wonky makeup I did while driving. and ill buss tables while sports bros ignore me and curse at their football games. but tonight I feel like I might just be finally and officially fed up. of trying to control everything and edit and curate everything to the point that I've driven myself so crazy that it all needs to go out the window and im just going to be this crazy unhinged but relatively at peace person.

[mycreativepractice]

A Place I'm Afraid to Go

I'm scared to go quite a few places. I don't think I could even pick just one if I tried. I'm scared to go to campus to attend class most days. There's just so many people walking around and I convince myself that they are looking at me or laughing at me sometimes. I'm scared to walk into the classroom and having to find a seat. I'm scared to have conversations with my classmates, convinced I will say something "wrong."

I'm scared to go to the dentist sometimes. I hate the way it feels when they pull out that little spinning brush that scrubs your teeth. It tickles my gums and I'm not a fan of that feeling at all. I also don't like going to the doctor, I never feel like I know what I'm doing. I feel like a little kid playing dress-up as an adult person. That reminds me, I'm also scared to go to work. I work as a teacher and I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose a kid, or say something wrong that will scar them forever.

I'm scared to leave my bedroom when my roommates have friends over that I haven't met. I'm scared they will judge me while I bang around my kitchen looking for pots and pans that I can never remember where they go. Sometimes I'm scared to go back to my room when my roommates have people over. Will they judge me for not wanting to socialize? I assume so, I like to air on the side of caution.

I'm afraid to go to my student teaching internship. I don't like having my mentor teacher watch over me, I'm always worried that I'm doing something wrong.

I'm afraid of going to the grocery store too. I don't like how many people are there. I feel like they are constantly assessing my purchases. "Oh, she's buying milk and pasta today, what a weirdo."

I'm afraid to go to the gym, there's just so many people there. I don't know how to wait for a machine to open up. Do I just stand there awkwardly waiting for them to be done? Do I walk away and find another exercise to do while I wait? But what if the machine gets taken by somebody else again? I don't know the etiquette. I don't like stretching because I feel like it makes me look weird.

I'm scared to go to a lot of places, and sometimes I miss out on my own life because of it. I like to hide in my room and draw or watch movies while my life passes me by just outside the window.

8.25.22

12:40 pm

[delicatedandelion]

I have been feeling like absolute crap ngl. Mostly because depression has been hitting harder and harder and my family is just asfhdjafdlmafdlab.

I finished my exams home cause my dad was like “oh why stay at uni’s dorms when you can finish up home since they are online” which fair point cause -> no useless money spendings in a pretty expensive city like the one my Uni is.

Now that I came home I feel like a burden constantly cause it’s like he LOOKS annoyed with my existence here. He wanted me to apply for my driver’s license but I didn’t because well…depresso. So if I wouldn’t have failed and taken the test, I would’ve probably had another meltdown and take the car and crash by impulse. Getting very CONSCIOUS about that thing, I decided not to apply

My relatives raised my anxiety levels to the moon. I’m 21 and next year finishing my Master’s and my fam acts like I am 40 living out of my dad’s salary in the house basement. I started getting a lot of white hairs cause of the stress and anxiety they are causing -besides ofc the way it affects my sleep and everything else- but at least I’m blond now so not as easily noticeable as before lmao. And like…I tried to find jobs but it’s a lil hard when it takes you 6h just to convince yourself to get out of bed to brush your teeth 😅 but ig those are just excuses so yeah…it’s fine and it’s my fault and like…ik that but do they really have to remind me daily tho…? Haha…

I wanted to quit smoking cause like…I’m stressed and anxious enough but with how it’s been going? Honestly cigs pretty much the only ones to keep me sane. And it’s either those or sh so yeah. I literally don’t have any other coping mechanisms. Except for maybe alcohol but I’m not going back to my teens nah ah. So probs will go this friday and buy some cigs

I either don’t eat or b/p or just eat a lot. But I have 0 energy to move whatsoever. And I mean…I actually tried. I put on my workout clothes and that in itself felt like it needed a 12h nap afterwards. I tried to workout but I end up either collapsing on the mat or just unable to move cause my body refuses and my brain dissociates. I feel drained of energy for any task mostly. I’m also afraid my fam will end up doing something stupid and take my books or something because honestly reading or mindless tiktok scrolling have been the only thing I am able to do lately. (1) to stay away and out of people’s business cause if I just don’t talk or do anything they won’t be mad at me and tell me cruel things on and on and (2) I won’t mess anything up like I usually do haha. They keep telling me how annoying I am basically and how I ‘need to be shaken up cause you live in another reality!!!’ and that I’m nothing and will do nothing and am too spoiled and don’t have any idea what life is and stuff like that and I think it’s a bit hypocritical to be told that from them who like…go on vacations abroad when they get bored or feel ‘under the weather’ 😅

I kinda gave up ngl. Just existing, sit there and smile and try to stay away, say the right things and one day…yeah

[bugjomes]

Just woke up from the weirdest dream and idk how to interpret it yet.

I pirated a game and I was being chased constantly by like armies of thieves. They would do this thing where I would catch them as I was leaving a place. Once they knew I caught them, and once I stood in front of the car, they would show me they had a weapon, a pistol, then assault rifle, then sniper, climb a fence, do something on a terminal and leave. This happened 3 times.

The things that preceded these things were: I pirated a game, and when I went to play it, it was in a language I couldn't understand, and the graphics were messed up badly. Faces were obscured. While playing it though, I swore I could hear quiet voices, and felt like I was being listened to.

Then I left, and the car scene happened.

After this I drove to Chase's house. There was a large table. So large that it was hard to see the other side of it if you were on one side. Caleb showed me a box of parts while Jaret and Chase did something. The parts were all badly damaged and didn't look useable. I was confused by this, picked one up, and it fell apart in my hand. Caleb noticed, but he got a phone call so he didn't say anything. While he left to take this, I looked at the insides of a DS he had in there, and at his computer. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror while he was gone. His parents were dentists. So I looked at my own teeth since they felt grimey. They were enormous, and rotten, and black in a patchy sort of way. They were also all loose, and by moving one tooth in order to fix the large gap I created when figuring out they were loose, more black, patchy teeth were revealed. I was amazed they weren't painful. I was anxious and felt I needed to brush immediately. But there was no toothbrush of mine or a new one, and I didn't want to use someone else's, so I left. Then something flew around the room, either a moth, butterfly, or drone. I was convinced it was sent by those people who tried to take my car, and chased it around the infinite table. I remember going to another world. There was a pit and a black medieval room, black walls and flooring. I fought someone here, but was going to lose, so I ran east. I remember he was also slender and black in his armor. I don't recall the weapon. Eastward, it looked greener, there were many mountains. I thought I was finally at peace, but then it darkened, and the grass turned to dark water and rocks. A dragon swooped down from the sky and tried to kill me. It stood no chance against it, and his behind rocks and tried to avoid it, until it eventually knocked me off a cliff into a great void. Then, I was back in the room with the large table. Caleb was also back, and he was trying to pull a bad wifi part out of his DS to put it in a computer he was called about repairing. He fumbled with the parts, but the wifi part he was going to use looked misshapen and weird like his other parts, so I offered him a part from my computer, which looked fine, except it was very dusty. He accepted, and said something like "because you did me this service I forgive you." I was happy. He gave me the box of parts and said I could keep it. Then he told me he was going to go get something else for me and left. I watched the moth or drone fly around and was afraid of being watched, so I chased it to inspect it closer.

Then, I was with my parents in their home. This looked normal. We chatted idly before they asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with them. I didn't want to because I didn't want to take off my shirt in front of them, but I said yes.

Then I was being driven. The place my dad wanted to go was closed so we went to a backup area. I remember we drove on a bridge, and I remember it appearing in the distance. The lake was murky, the equipment inside the lake looked like a wooden playground, it was covered with sand and algae though. I didn't want to go. We got out of the car and walked down a large staircase. People passed us. A couple children seemed to be happily playing, most people looked morose. I had taken my shirt off by the car, and when I did, my dad poked my chest and made a face of disgust. He kept passing me, him walking up the stairs while me down, and doing something similar. "What's this?" Was all I remember him saying.

I don't remember swimming, I'm not sure that we went, but I was then in a parking lot, and the car scene happened, with the assault rifle. He shot in this one, but just to get me to back away from the car. I was terrified and frustrated. Was this going to happen any time I left my car alone? I thought. I didn't want this to be my life forever. Always in paranoia.

I got in and drove away. Stopped and got a cake, and then went to another store close by. Drug Mart. It was enormous, tall and wide. When I went inside there were barriers in either side of me, and a white haired woman at the counter at the end of this short hall. She looked at me sternly, then turned to a coworker to speak. I slipped inside and walked the aisles. After a while, I noticed my mom at the end of one of them. I wanted to slip away before she saw me, but she saw me immediately. I walked forward and said hello. She didn't respond so I walked away, past the aisles. Then I saw a crazy looking homeless man putting things in his pocket. A casual business man turned into this aisle and when he saw me and the homeless man, his eyes went blank. I looked over, and the people at the counter had blank eyes too, as did all of the customers in between us. They also all stared right at me, their heads were slightly upturned, in a questioning way, perhaps, but only on the surface. People began pulling out guns and shooting me. Some would summon ghostly wrenches which would line up in pairs of 5 beside me and either grow, do nothing, or shoot at me and explode, or simply explode. Some also had weak guns in their hands. My mom one one of the ones with weak guns. They ran out of ammo quick. I managed to make it to the exit, which was open, and I passed through the first set of doors, but couldn't get myself to walk through the second. My legs just wouldn't move. I watched as these robotlike people crept toward me, terrified, until a large man came bursting through the door. He was a bug black man, but he spoke as if he was Caleb, and said something about repaying me, while being these things off. Another person appeared too. I think it was the one I fought in the black room. They urged me to go and I did. I ran out with the cake still in a plastic bag in my hand, and made it to my car, which of course, was in the middle of being stolen. The guy would not get out this time though, he just watched me. I put my hands on the hood and yelled at him to get out. He did, and then he pulled out a high caliber sniper. I backed up, putting up my hands in the sign of surrender, but she shot anyways. It started to shoot at the speed of an assault rifle, and I saw this man merge with the other two in my mind, all were the same minus the guns exactly in build, clothing, etc. He jumped the fence, did something in a terminal, and ran away. Before leaving he left his rifle. I picked it up and tried to shoot at the terminal but I couldn't get it to fire. I went to check the safety, but then I heard a whirring noise. I saw a drone. I tried to swat it out of the air, but it would casually dodge, and then go back to my face level, where it would watch me. I got closer to it and it let me. Then it suddenly flew upward and I lost track of it for a second, until I heard a fluttering. I watched the moth that was just a drone fly toward me, and recoiled. It kept getting closer though. The fluttering grew louder and louder until it was on my head, and I couldn't get it off or see due to the beating of its wings. The loudness woke me up, and I shook my head because I wasn't sure if there really was a moth or other bug in my room or not. The dream left such an impression that I immediately wanted to check on my car, and was very afraid of that being real. Though quickly this subsided, and I was still anxious, but there was some relief now that I was more awake.

[kkodzvken]

take the dive - sugawara koushi x milf!reader

tags/warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY! slight dubcon, infidelity, post timeskip (suga teaches reader’s kids). overstimulation and slight dumbification, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public (in an empty classroom)

a/n: this is my piece for @ultimate-astridwriting’s milf fuckers collab, which you can find here!! thank you for hosting this astrid, and thank u to everyone in the server for ur love and support as i worked on this <33. title cred: take the dive by jonghyun

wc: 3.9k

Amidst a faculty full of stuffy old dinosaurs and suits, Sugawara Koushi is a breath of fresh air. He’s a welcome distraction, a pretty face to focus on at dull PTA meetings and assemblies. And you knew that you weren’t the only one making heart eyes at him. Everywhere that he went, heads turned, and moms whispered. At the bus stop, on the sidelines of sports matches, in the waiting rooms outside dance classes.

It was just that, though -- just whispers. Little knowing glances and nudged shoulders, dreamy sighs and brief sinful indulgences. Nothing more than a brief escape from the monotony of your everyday lives. You’d lose yourselves in the fantasy for a few seconds, and then pull your heads down from the clouds and plant your feet on solid ground. You enjoyed your gossip with the other moms, and then you returned home, to your husband and children. To your family.

You love them, of course. Your children are your world, and your husband is a good man. He’s a good man, and that’s what made it so hard. He treats you well, keeps his words soft and never once put his hands on you. 

He may be good, but, God, was he boring. You can’t remember the last time that he’d even kissed you, let alone fucked you. He came home later and later each night, too tired from work to do anything but silently scarf down his dinner and plant himself on the couch in front of the television. He dragged himself into bed hours after you did. He tried to be quiet, he really did, but he woke you up every single night with his stomping and shuffling. When you snuggled closer to him, he pushed you off. My back hurts too bad, he’d say, voice tinged with regret. Remind me to book another appointment with the chiropractor. 

It was always some excuse or another. 

So, really, you couldn’t blame yourself for your wandering eye. You weren’t going to act on it, of course -- you weren’t a cheater -- but the young teacher was something to occupy yourself with. A pretty face to fill your thoughts as you wrangled your horde of screaming kids from swim lessons to dance practice to art classes. A pretty, pretty body to imagine as you fucked yourself with your fingers, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was him, lithe body leaning over yours. No complaints of aching backs and sore muscles, none of the complications that came with age. 

You’d leave your husband catatonic on the couch, put the kids to sleep, and then go dream of their hot teacher. You should’ve been more ashamed, but there was a part of you that loved the thrill of it. You flushed whenever you saw Mr. Sugawara the next morning, memories of your illicit thoughts filling your mind, but it also made your body feel electric. 

Of course there was a part of you that longed to throw caution to the wind and jump the young man, but your conscience was much stronger than your weak, lustful thoughts. You were happy with the way things were now. As dull as your husband was, and as insufferable as the children could sometimes be, you were happy. 

This was all you had ever wanted. A house in the suburbs, a husband with a well-paying job, three kids and a dog. You’re living the fucking dream. You’re happy, you tell yourself.

So why the fuck are you so unsatisfied?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With a deep breath, you stare down the heavy glass doors at the school’s entrance. You want nothing more than to find the idiot architect who designed this building, and strangle him for installing pull doors. Your arms are already sore from carrying the giant tray of brownies from your car to the front of the school, and you worry that if you put the treats down to open the door, you wouldn’t be able to lift them up again. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you have two minutes left to reach the gym where the bake sale is being held. The PTA president is notorious for hating latecomers, and you weren’t in the mood to get your head bit off.

You’re debating doing some gymnastics and using your foot to grab the handle, when you notice footsteps approaching from behind you. You open your mouth to ask for help, but they beat you to it. “Let me get the door,” says their syrupy, melodic voice.

Their familiar voice.

Your body practically freezes as a strong arm reaches over your shoulder. Long fingers – fingers that you’ve fantasized about too many times to count – twist the handle and push it open easily. You don’t know how you didn’t notice him approaching sooner, but now that he’s here, your senses are in overdrive. The sweet scent of his cologne, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his body – it’s all too much, and it makes your knees feel weak.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you say, voice coming out much breathier than you intended. This must be some kind of Pavlovian response from all your fantasizing, because there is no reason for your stomach to be twisting right now. “Thank you.”

He grins sheepishly and steps away, and you hate the way that your body screams at you to lean into him. “It’s no problem. Is that for the bake sale? Here, let me carry it for you.”

You try to protest, but there’s really no point. His long fingers are already pushing yours to the sides, and you swear you’ve been electrified as he pulls the tray out of your hands. It’s a shame, really, that he’s wearing a button-down. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, at least, but you would’ve loved to see his biceps flex as he carried that tray…

What am I doing? You dig your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of your thoughts, but it’s hard to stay lucid when he’s so beautiful. He carries the brownies with ease, using just one arm to support their weight as the other holds the door open for you. It should make you upset, that you’re so weak in comparison to him, but the thought just makes you feel even more breathless. He’s so strong, so young, and so unlike your husband.

“Thank you,” you say again as he steps into the building behind you. You reach for the tray, but he waves you off.

“Nonsense. I’ll walk you to the gym.”

“Oh, really, you don’t have to—”

“I insist. Anything for my favorite mom.”

His…favorite? His words leave you too stupefied to protest any further, and he takes your silence as compliance. Your body automatically follows in his footsteps as he paces down the hallways.

He looks over at you and smiles comfortingly. It lights up his entire face, but does little to ease your turbulent thoughts.

Your mind is still fixated on his words as you step onto the squeaky wood flooring of the gymnasium. Sugawara calmly walks over to the PTA president, who looks like she’s about to rip her hair out. She’s surrounded by a gaggle of other moms, all jabbering away with concern painted across their faces.

“Is something wrong, ladies?” he asks. His voice snaps them all out of their conversation, and their eyes widen as they take him in.

“Yes,” says the PTA president scornfully. “We were supposed to have the brownies here already! The sale starts in ten minutes, and if this keeps up, I won’t have enough time to inventory everything and make it presentable, and –”

“I have the brownies,” you cut in, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

She blanches, and looks from you to the tray in Sugawara’s arms. An oh is all she can muster before grabbing the brownies and rushing off.

“Is everything okay?” one of the other moms asks, her voice laced with fake sweetness. “Oh, and you look so tired, dear. If you couldn’t manage your part, you should’ve just said so!”

“It would’ve been no trouble,” another woman says. “I’d have had no trouble whipping up a tray for you! Everyone always does love my baking.”

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to snap at them. It’s always like this – the other moms seem so in tune with their lives of domestic bliss, playing games of politics and constantly competing to be the best. Try as you might, you just can’t satisfy yourself with a life like theirs.

The material of Sugawara’s shirt brushes against you, and you start. He doesn’t pull away as you flinch, instead gently resting his hand on the small of your back. “Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her away? Mrs. (L/N), I have your son’s science fair project sitting in my classroom. He keeps forgetting to bring it home. Would you like to go collect it now?”

You nod, relieved at the excuse to escape these women and their sickening artificial sweetness. Sugawara gently guides you with the hand on your back. You can’t help but internally smirk at the thinly-veiled jealousy on the faces of the other mothers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.  

“This is why you’re my favorite,” Sugawara says, once you’re safely out of earshot. “All these PTA moms are so fake. But you’re not like that, are you?”

You nod, still a bit convinced that this is all a dream. He doesn’t remove his hand from your back as you walk down the hallways, and only pulls away when you reach the door to his classroom. He fishes through his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys, before insert one into the knob and pushing the door open. He gestures for you to enter first, and so you do, blinking at the harsh sudden brightness of the automatic lights.

You awkwardly glance around the room. You’ve been here plenty of times before, but that was all during the daytime, when it was packed full of energetic children. It feels…strange, to be alone in a classroom as an adult. Or, well, alone, except for the stupidly attractive teacher that you’ve been lusting over.

“Where’s the project?” you ask, trying to diffuse some of the tension building in your stomach. “I should head home soon.”

Sugawara leans his back against the door and cocks his head. “You know, I know what you say about me.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His eyes rove across your body, lingering on your chest for far longer than they should. “I’m not deaf, you know. I hear all the things you say about me. You’re just like all the other moms.” He pushes off the door, stalking closer to you. You instinctively take a step back. “Only difference is, you might actually have the guts to do something about it.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, so hard that you think your ribs might bruise. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Sugawara. I-”

You take another step back, and another, and suddenly your back collides with concrete. Your body jolts, and you yelp at the sudden pain.

Sugawara leans closer. One of his hands braces against the board behind your head, and the other one comes up to cradle your face. His long fingers hook under your chin and press, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze. His thumb brushes against your lip, and you can’t deny how the sensation makes your body feel like jelly.

Every rational thought in your mind is screaming at you to run, to leave, to get away from him and go back to your husband, but God, it’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. It’s been so long since someone’s made your heart race and your breaths quicken, since someone’s made you blush like a schoolgirl over a simple touch.

“What was that you said?” he asks, his voice dripping with honey. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You swallow and bite the inside of your cheek. The pain does nothing to clear the fog inside your mind. “I-I don’t, I-”

“You do,” he interrupts, his thumb still toying with your lip. “You’re so fucking obvious. I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Mr. Sugawara!” His lewd words make you gasp, but more than anything, you hate the fact that he’s right. Your body has a mind of its own, and it wants nothing more than to wrap your lips around his thumb and pull him closer. It wants to feel his arms wrapped around you, feel his body towering over you.

But you can’t. As much as you want to, you can’t, because you have a husband at home who’s waiting for you. Sure, he isn’t home right now, because he’s putting in extra hours at the office. And sure, he hasn’t touched you or made you feel desired in weeks. Hell, you haven’t had a genuine conversation in weeks. But he’s still your husband! You try and remind yourself of that. You roll the thought around in your head, hoping that it’ll push your thoughts of Sugawara away.

But the young teacher is persistent, and there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes your chest tighten. “Call me Koushi, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess –”

“What, you’re going to pretend that it didn’t make you wetter? Going to pretend that you aren’t clenching your thighs together right now?” He leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes against your ear as he whispers. “Your body doesn’t lie, baby.”

A whine slips past your lips at his words, and then you gasp, mortified with yourself. But the grin that covers his face makes your transgression worth it, because God, he’s handsome. His hand squeezes your chin even tighter, and then trails down to your neck. Your breath catches in your chest. You’re hyperaware of his every movement, of his fingers trailing across your skin, his touch feather-light. It leaves you aching for more.

You instinctively whine again, and he lets out a noise of surprised delight. “Whining like this, and you’re still denying that you want me? What’s got you so embarrassed?”

“I have a husband,” you hiss – or, at least, you try to hiss. It comes out more like a whimper than anything else.

Sugawara looks at you for a beat – and then throws his head back and laughs. It catches you off guard, and you furrow your brow. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

He collects himself, but his eyes are still gleaming when he looks back at you. “Sure, you have a husband. But that doesn’t stop you from thinking about me, does it? Tell me, when’s the last time that your husband took care of you? When’s the last time that he touched you, or fucked you, or made you feel good?”

“Mr. Sugawara, this is inappropriate–”

“Stop lying to yourself.” His voice suddenly drops, his stare forceful and deadly serious. “Say the word, and I’ll go. We can pretend this never happened. But anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unsatisfied.”

“I…I don’t…” Your thoughts feel like a wave, building higher and higher. They bounce around your head, reverberating against your skull, so loud that you can’t even think.

“Why are you settling?”

“Mr. Sugawara, please, I–”

“Why are you settling, when you know you want more?”

The wave crests.

You don’t know who moves first, but somehow, your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his lips are slotted against yours. It’s not soft, or sweet – it’s a mess of teeth and tongues and feverish breaths. His hands are everywhere. They trail over your skin, explore the curves of your chest and your stomach, grip tightly at your waist to pull you closer.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you pant against his lips. Your lungs scream for oxygen, but you can’t bear to drag yourself away from him for even a second. He kisses so well. It may be rushed, and messy, but there’s so much hunger behind his actions that it makes your head spin. It’s like his lips are a live wire, and every second that they touch yours, they send a thousand volts of electricity arcing through your body.

“Koushi,” he breathes. “Call me Koushi, please.” You nod, and then hurriedly undo the buttons of his shirt, popping a few off in the process. Neither of you care. His hands finally dip beneath the hem of your dress, and he wastes no time in unceremoniously tugging it off your body.

Your hands instinctively go to cover yourself. Age and childbirth have changed your body, and you know that Mr. Sugawara – no, Koushi – is probably used to beautiful young women. You still don’t understand why his eye landed on you. He surely has dozens of girls his age fawning over him, with flat stomachs and perky tits. Why you?

He grips your wrists and pries your hands away from your body. “Don’t do that,” he says, so gentle in contrast to the fire from just moments ago. “Don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.”

Oh.

You can’t remember the last time that someone called you beautiful. You can’t remember the last time that you felt beautiful.

But right now, with Koushi staring at you, eyes blown out with lust… you feel it.

He sinks onto his knees, lips already pressing little kisses against your hips and upper thighs. You try and protest – really, Koushi, you don’t have to – but he shushes you instantly. He hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in without hesitation. Even through the fabric of your panties, you’re in fucking heaven. His tongue laves against your clit, focusing so much attention onto the swollen bead that you can’t help but let out a moan.

You slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. You’re in an elementary school, for God’s sake. The bake sale is at the other side of the large building, but you’re terrified of someone walking past and catching you. Guilt swirls around your heart, but it’s quick to dissipate when Koushi tugs your panties off and throws them over his shoulder. He buries himself into your cunt again, and it’s even better without the barrier. The coil in your stomach is tightening embarrassingly fast, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. His tongue laps at your folds, slurping lewdly.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Your body moves of its own accord. Your hips grind against Koushi’s face, and he moans right into your cunt. His lips move up to your clit again, alternating between licking and sucking. You’re so focused on his mouth that you barely notice his fingers, so long and pretty, collecting your wetness.

You do notice when he fucks two of those pretty fingers into you. He immediately starts scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, before hooking them against that spot inside of you that makes your head spin. Your entire body is shaking with euphoria, so much that you can’t handle it.

“Close,” you cry out, trying to keep yourself upright. “Close, close, please, don’t stop!”

He moans into you again when you tug at his hair. It’s the push that you need to finally fall over the edge. You bite into your palm to keep from screaming as you gush all over him, chest heaving and eyes tearing up.

He keeps curling his fingers, keeps lapping at your clit, until you tug on his hair and cry that the overstimulation is too much. As he lets your leg down and stands up, he makes a show of licking your cum off his fingers, slurping on them loudly. It would make you embarrassed, but you’re too focused on his other hand as it dips down to his belt. The muscles of his stomach flex as he undoes the buckle. You take the opportunity to rake your eyes over his toned torso. He seems so slender when he’s dressed, but his shoulders are surprisingly broad.

He looks up at you with a little smirk. “Caught you staring,” he teases. You blush as he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his cock. It’s already hard, and so pretty, just like him. His tip is red and dripping with precum. You want so badly to get a taste, but Koushi has other plans. He spins you by your shoulders, and then presses at the small of your back to make you lay across his desk.

You groan when you feel him slap his cock against your ass a few times, before running it through your folds to collect your wetness. “Please,” you gasp. “No teasing, please.”

“Just came, and you’re already needy?” he chuckles. “That husband of yours must really not be satisfying you.”

You’re spared from having to think of a retort by him sinking into you. A cry leaves your lips, but it’s too good for you to even care about the sound. He feels like heaven as he sinks into you. His cock stretches you out deliciously.

You’re already feeling delirious as he starts to shallowly thrust and work his way in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. “So – fuck…”

You can’t do anything but moan and scratch at the table as he starts to fuck into you in earnest. His cock is perfectly curved to hit your spot every time, and soon you’re reduced to a mess underneath him. His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. It hurts, it’s all too much, but it’s so fucking good. You don’t think you’ve ever felt pleasure like this – mind numbing and all consuming, so powerful that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he groans again, bending down so that he can loom over you and leave little bites all over your back and shoulders. “Not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that, shit!”

“Faster, please,” you beg, and he obliges. He sets an absolutely brutal pace, somehow managing to fuck you hard, fast, and at the perfect angle all at once. Moans and cries spill freely out of your open mouth. When he reaches forward to toy with your clit, it’s all too much, and it sends you over the edge again. Your body practically spasms as he fucks you through your second orgasm. He shows you no mercy, gives you no time to come down. You don’t know if you’re coming again, or if you just never stopped. Your mind is hazy with pleasure and overstimulation.

You’re a twitching mess by the time that he pulls out, but you still whine at the loss. You’re far too fucked out to turn around and look at him, but in the corner of your consciousness, you can hear him panting and stroking himself furiously. His moans are so beautiful. Within a few short seconds, he’s coming all over your ass, painting your pretty skin white with his seed.

You don’t know how long you’re laying there before he taps your cheek to get your attention. “C’mon now,” he says, a tired smile on his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want your husband finding out, would we?”

#sugawara x reader #sugawara x reader smut #sugawara smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyu x reader smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #koushi sugawara #sugawara #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyu smut #tw: dubcon #tw: infidelity #tw: overstimulation #tw: dumbification #suga x reader #🌘.collabs!!

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

reader taking care of sick feral boys

pairings: irl feral boys x reader (separate)  warnings: sickness, mentions of throwing up but no grossly detailed descriptions of anything 

note: i'm sick. this is 100% me projecting bc i miss my mom and want her to take care of me. it's fine. enjoy.

Dream

Dream rarely gets sick, so when he does, he always insists that he's fine even after throwing up or running a high fever

"I don't get sick, Y/n."

"You have a 101°F (38°C) fever..."

"I've had worse."

he’s stubborn so you have to be a little stubborn back when he tries to work while super sick

you have to basically drag him to bed to rest which is difficult because he's a giant and his tight grip on his chair is not easy to pry off (but you don’t try very hard because you don’t want to force him)

he doesn't listen to you until his fourth of fifth time running to the bathroom to throw up, leaning over the toilet bowl, exhaustion clearly written all over his face. he's so tired and sore.

"sure you're not sick?"

"maybe a little" he mumbles

you frown but help him clean up, brushing his teeth for him while he sits on the floor leaning against the tub before helping him up and into bed

as soon as he falls on the soft comforter, he almost falls asleep but you make him take some medicine first

“what would you do without me?” you tease

“probably get more work done,” he teases back but smiles gratefully at your care before laying back down and getting some much needed rest

George

George is suuuuper quiet when he’s sick

refuses to get out of bed

at first you think he just wants an excuse to sleep all day, which you're fine with because he deserves a break

but he usually begs you to lay down with him on his lazy days so when you walk in to make sure he’s eaten food that day and he doesn’t whine about you not being in bed with him, you know something is up

all he does is roll over, take a single bite of food, and roll back over, you realize he's definitely sick

“you feeling okay?” 

“no,” he hums distantly. “think i’m sick”

“what kind of sick? i’ll get you some medicine” 

he drowsily tells you his symptoms while you sit on the edge of the bed, feeling his forehead gently, and come back with a remedy

he pouts and takes a while to swallow the medicine, face turning sour as he swallows but hands you the cup when he’s done and you hand him some water 

doesn’t really like cuddling when he’s sick because he’s super hot but also because he doesn’t want to get you sick 

so you just kinda let him do his thing, which is just sleeping until he feels better, but check up on his every hour or so to make sure he’s not getting worse 

tired sick gog :[

Sapnap

definition of “mom I threw up” meme

acts like a baby but still follows you around everywhere, refusing to stay in bed

he would literally whine about throwing up and being on his deathbed while still on your heel

so his words definitely don’t match his actions

but he’s cute so you let him get away with it 

he tries to do stuff and hang out with you still but he also acts like a big baby so you try to make him sleep

"Y/nnn I'm so siiiccckkk"

"Then go rest, bud"

"Nooo that's boring"

you have to use incentives to get him to lay down for a while, like promising to play games with him on stream after he gets better or making him food

“you’re so nice to me :]” 

“yeah whatever” 

Karl

super quiet and just likes cuddling when he’s sick

not afraid to ask for help if he needs it, but still feels bad

"do we have any crackers?" he asks softly

"no, but I can go out and get some if you want,” you offer, pushing his slightly damp hair out of his face

"yes please.. and ginger ale?” 

“sure thing. you have to let go of me though”

“okay :( make sure it’s the good kind, not the off-brand one. please.”

when you get back with his treats, he’s fast asleep

you wake him up gently so he can take some medicine and eat a little but then let him rest after

he asks you to cuddle with him but understands if you don’t want to get sick, “but I’m pretty sure cuddling is scientifically proven to cure colds?”

“is that so?”

“mhm. we can always test it out though”

but obviously you stay because how can you turn down the chance to rest in Karl’s arms? also if you’re beside him, you’ll know if he needs anything

he’s super warm though so he doesn’t stay wrapped around you for long and instead just puts his legs on you

Quackity

similar to dream in the way that he just kinda ignores that he’s sick 

even if it’s painfully obvious 

but he jokes about it more 

“Y/n, I just threw my guts up” *laughs* 

“?????”

“oh don’t worry, I’m good, just thought I’d tell you” *gets on his pc to plan videos*

you have to lightly force him to stop working and just lay down but it doesn’t take much convincing for him to agree

cracks jokes constantly even when he’s incredibly sick

you put a hand on his forehead and say "you're so hot” 

and he just smiles and says "so are you" between his coughing fit

you: 😐 him: 😁.......🤮

but he appreciates how much you care so he tones down the jokes if you’re actually concerned for him 

but if you’re only mildly worried, he makes fun of everything 

but also hugs you a lot bc if you’re not going to let him work, then you’re required to cuddle with him. he doesn’t make the rules.

#rpf #real person fiction #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n

[otptings]

Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn’t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth,  savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of  Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

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