#i think i'm gonna get a yoga mat

[geisttheawkwardnerd]

Taking the bus isn't scary. In fact... I feel powerful...

I CAN GO TO THE CRAFT STORE AND THE FABRIC STORE WITHOUT HAVING TO ASK MY MOM TO DRIVE ME

#geist blabbers #i went to the thrift store yesterday (and the discount store that i thought was part of said thrift store) #unfortunately didn't find any red pants in my size but i did get some new black boots and a yoga mat #i think i'm just gonna wear my black pants (or my red skirt w/ some leggings) for zack

[apocalypseornaw]

Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester smut

[oikasugayama]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARTS 4 AND 5 CANCELED!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 I want CHUUUYYYAAAA GGRRRRRRRRRR ARFFFFFFRUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF RUFFFFF ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (plz consider changing you mind)😁

PFFFFT I will write Chuuya just for you because this made me laugh really hard. Apparently barking at me is a successful tactic lmfaoooo

He fucks you when you're stuck -- Chuuya edition

You're on an infiltration mission with your PM squad. You're all made to blend in with another group to seem like regulars as you start to get closer to your target.

This leads to you picking up yoga purely to be in the same class as your target's partner. You make sure to lay your yoga mat close enough to hers so you could hear if she ever talked about your target (she didn't)

You and several other PM members share a hotel suite. You and two others share one bedroom while another two people sleep in another room.

Chuuya is one of your roommates.

Your group is gone, out either getting lunch or working or something you don't know don't care. You got a new pair of athletic leggings to wear to yoga and you were trying them on in your room with the door open bc no one else was there. right?

Well the leggings are TIGHT even though they're your usual size the fabric is soooo tight and focused on compression that you can baaaarely get into them. It takes you a long time and a genuine LOT of focus to pull them up your legs, over you knees, holy shit your thighs are a struggle, YOUR ASS IS A FUCKING PAIN TO GET INTO THESE GOT DAMN LEGGINGS but you're so fucking determined you will NOT accept failure at this point.

You finally get them up over your hips and around your waist and decide... you fucking hate them. they're ugly and they're too hard to put on, you're deadass standing there panting and with a little bit of sweat on your forehead. it was so damn hard to get into these stupid leggings.

At the exact moment that you push the waistband down, someone walks in the room behind you and closes the door. you're so startled that you fall forward, leggings still stuck on your thighs with the waistband holding your knees together.

"well, well, well," chuuya says, saunting over as you turn over so your ass isn't in the air.

you try to cover yourself, you try to kick at him, but he chuckles and eaaaaasily strong-arms you. he pushes your legs back, puts the waistband of your leggings behind your head, and fuck, now you're stuck bent in half on the floor with chuuya kneeling in front of you.

"What the fuck????" you ask, trying to lean your head down far enough to get the leggings to unhook from your head but they wont, they're too stuck on your legs, too stuck around your head.

"you were giving me a show and you think i'm not gonna get a front row seat?" he asks, running his hands along the back of your thighs, slowly letting his thumbs get closer to your panties.

"what the fuck are you talking about??"

"wiggling into these damn pants, showing your ass off in the mirror, then bending straight over. i've been sitting on the couch the whole time, the fuck you think i was gonna look at?"

"i didn't know you were there!!"

"bullshit. i know you've been making eyes at me. this was all part of your plan, huh?" by now he's rubbing you through your underwear and you're clenching, twitching, trying to squirm away from him despite how your body warms up subconsciously to the touching.

"Chuuya, I didn't know you were there!!! I was not doing anything" you don't sound convincing even to your own ears, something about trying to be sincere with him right now sounds like a script from a badly written porno.

chuuya's fingers sliding under your panties and into your vagina really emphasize the "badly written porno" feel to this whole ordeal.

"oh no? then you just danced your little ass around and bent over for no reason huh? and you've not been flirting with me and sitting next to me and laughing at my jokes, huh?"

"that doesn't-- ahh-- that doesn't mean anything" you try to insist as he fingers you. he smirks when your voice breaks.

"no? then sounds like you need to be punished for working me up. making me think you liked me."

"p-punished?"

"gonna fuck you so good," he says, adding a second finger to your pussy and using his thumb to brush your clit. "you're gonna beg for this cock and say 'sorry daddy' for leading me on."

#ask answered #chuuya x reader #chuuya headcanons #chuuya smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs headcanons #this was literally the best ask i think ive ever gotten

[heyhilana]

Yoga (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: The day before your mission, you go to the workout room for a stretching session. But when Jack follows behind you, he alters those plans faster than you can wrap your head around.

A/N: Hi lovelies! Sorry for no stories in a while, but I had to unplug for a little bit and not think about writing so much since it was becoming a little stressful. I appreciate all the support you guys gave me while I took my time, and I hope to stay more consistent for the fall/winter season. <3 As always, I hope you enjoy and make sure to drink water! :)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x !f reader

Warnings: Squirting, p in v (unprotected, but hey, we don't encourage non-safe sex around here), mentions of titty fucking, mentions of male masturbation, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation (like...a lot, so sue me), use of the word daddy (look the man is fine it slips).

Word Count: 5.2k (I'm not gonna even explain myself this time)

1 day left.

It rang in your head constantly as you walked down the hallway with your yoga mat and bag, gearing up for another session to prepare for your mission. While most of it was routine, the part that required more expertise was flexibility in getting through all the lasered areas. That scared you more than anything, knowing that one trip on the laser would result in a lost limb and a botched mission. 

You knew this as the political official was paranoid, to say the least, and made every room lined with lasers that were not able to be disabled unless the official’s phone was cloned and decrypted or you were able to get to the control panel to disable them all. Getting ahold of his phone would be impossible given it was his lifeline in his corrupt work, which left the route of accessing the control panel as you possessed more flexibility out of everybody in your division, making you perfect for the job. 

So, while everyone in your field told you that you would be fine, it did nothing to calm your nerves and allow you a day of rest before the mission, leading you to make a right to the next hallway, the workout room straight ahead with enough space for you to practice your flexibility training. One of your colleagues, Nicari, came up behind you as she was headed in a similar direction.

“Going to do some yoga?” She asked, her eyes drifting down to what was in your hand.

“Yeah. I can’t go on this mission if I can’t work my way through the laser rooms. From what Ginger says, there’s at least five, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the control panel area had an extra set of lasers, too.” You answered.

“But you’ve been doing it for a month now. At this rate you’re going to be our contortionist around here.” She joked, hand running through her hair.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You half questioned and joked, with Nicari laughing in response. “But this is necessary for me to do. You know I like to be 1000% ready for anything that may be thrown my way.”

“That’s one of the traits I hope the newcomers have around here. But have a good session.” Nicari wished for you.

“Good luck with your training.” You wished her well as she walked past you, and you walked down the hall. You reached and opened the door, and you saw that it was completely empty, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you had at least an hour before the rush of agents would come in for their training. You laid your mat on the ground near the mirrored area of the room and placed your bag in the corner.

You did your quick stretches, rolling your neck and getting the blood flowing through your arms and legs before sitting on your mat to work more on your leg stretches. You moved your legs up, bringing them into a butterfly position to start off. You heard the door open, but your eyes were closed as you fluttered your legs.

“Hey. I have this room all to myself until 2.” You spoke, trying to determine who it was based on the boots creaking against the floor.

“Does that mean I can’t join you, sweetheart?” The honeyed voice that you loved echoed through the room. 

You opened your eyes and saw Jack in a casual outfit, the grey sweatpants surprising you. Loose yet form-fitting enough to make your eyes wander more than you should’ve. Given how cold it was in the Statesman building, he also had a jacket on. Jack didn’t comment on your staring, but you knew he noticed it.

“You can join me. More than enough space in here,” You responded, albeit trying to keep your tone even.

“I won’t distract you.” Jack promised, but knowing how you were when you were around him, a distraction was inevitable.

Jack closed the door behind him, and you closed your eyes again, trying to center yourself while you felt goosebumps rise along your arms. You attempted to clear your mind, but it was to no avail, a sign that the rest of your session would be filled with an inability to focus on the tasks at hand. Before switching to a tabletop pose, you fluttered your legs to get the blood going. You were rounding and arching your back in fluid motion until you looked up and saw Jack taking off his jacket, revealing his white short-sleeve shirt that was form-fitting, tight around his biceps. 

“How are you doing over there?” Jack asked, discarding his jacket near his bag and looking at you in a compromising position. 

“I’m doing good. Just getting started.” You watched Jack start his dynamic stretches as you leaned back into a half split, feeling your hamstrings loosen up and the stretch burning. But the burn in your leg was nothing compared to the burn in your core as Jack’s shirt lifted up, a glimpse of what lay underneath it and a happy trail that quickly burned into your memory. 

“If you need my help, just ask.” You could ask for his help in a few ways that would lead to your flexibility being used. But you pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind since it was not the time to let your fantasies run wild.

“I appreciate it, and the same goes for me.” 

You switched legs and felt the burn intensify in your tighter leg, finding yourself stopping short in your extension as you could only go so far. But then the thought of Jack’s hands wrapped around your legs, helping you stretch but inching closer to your thigh, spreading you a bit, was etched into your mind. It would be instinctive to spread more for him, explore your canvas, and draw with his fingers on the areas he loved the most. His touch would be forever ingrained into your memory longer than you would admit. But it didn’t sound all that bad. In fact, the thought of his big hands splayed on your body, finding your pressure points to make you melt, eliciting short gasps. Wanton sounds from deep in your belly, and your desire growing deep in your core all sounded wonderful, even if it led down a road that would make you cut your yoga session short.

And while you were having a war with self-control, Jack was having the same battle, only he was losing more than you were. Oh, how he couldn’t take seeing your soft, supple body in such angles that he wished to put you in. When you laid down on your back, and Jack saw you spread your legs wide with your hands holding your feet to stretch further, it took everything in him to not walk over there and push your legs behind your head. Jack was well aware of your flexibility, which proved to further his imagination on the nights with a tight grip around his dick, jutting his hips up into his hand, perspiration glistening his skin, and the slip of your name escaping his lips with ease as he got closer with each stroke. Dreaming about you in every way, Jack was sure that if you heard one of his ideas, you would turn red in the face. But all Jack wanted to see was your flushed face underneath him, legs pinned on your sides, and him buried deep inside you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he praised you repeatedly for taking him so well. And while Jack was sure that he would be coming on too strong if he walked over to you now, you were convinced that if you heard that phrase from him, you would come undone in mere seconds following.

“Do you need some help?” Jack asked, seeing that you had now switched to downward dog and struggled to get a deeper stretch.

“Y-Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” Your voice was strained as you tried moving your heels down to the ground but to no avail. 

Jack walked over and was near your side, unsure where to go. “Do you want me to guide you down this way?” 

“You can try, but if you need to be behind me, it's okay.” Jack hummed in response, placing his hands around your stomach. 

He pulled you down slowly as your heart began to race, trying to ignore how it felt to have him touch your exposed skin. Your heels gently touched the ground, but you knew the pull from behind would be better.

“I think it would be better if you were behind me. I might be able to get my heels down to the ground that way.” 

Your heels would be off the ground by now, Jack thought to himself. But he moved to the back, and his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you in more. The pull made you gasp, and his grip felt like heaven. Still, you were determined to get out of this alive despite your decisions that brought you into this situation. 

Jack pulled you towards him, ensuring he moved back so you would not feel his sweatpants. He looked away to try to save himself from looking at you from above, but the view in the mirror across the room proved to be better, making him want to pull you in more than he should. 

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. But she’s so pretty like this. So pretty for me. Jack’s thoughts were making his self-control disappear by the minute. But he returned to reality when your ass brushed against his crotch.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” You didn’t realize how far you were moving until you felt him on you. And what pressed back onto you was unmistakable, making you want to do it repeatedly until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Y-You’re all good, sweetheart.” He cursed at himself for having a hard-on now, leading him to think about the best excuse and relieve himself in his office. But then he caught a glance of your core, the little wet patch giving him all the confirmation he needed. 

He moved closer to you ever so slightly, bringing your hips back to where he could press up on you. You weren’t sure what Jack was doing, but when you felt him brush against you again, you bit your lip hard to avoid a small whimper from escaping you.

“Is this a good enough stretch, darlin’?” Jack asked, and you could hear his voice change from a lighter tone to velvet, becoming music to your ears.

“It is, Jack. It feels really good.” You answered, the slight quiver in your voice making Jack smirk.

“You look so pretty like this, doll.” Jack was bold, fully pressing his hard-on against your core, making you struggle.

“T-Thank you, Jack.” Speaking seemed to take all your effort, especially when you would be moaning his name instead.

“And I just realized something about you,” He trailed off as his hand trailed down to grab your ponytail and bring you up from your position. You gasped, seeing both of you in the mirror as he grinded against your ass.

“What is it?”

“That you want me just as much as I want you, and if I were to fuck you right here on this mat, you wouldn’t stop me.” Jack looked at you in the mirror, and you saw he looked different from when he first walked in. The controlled, confident aura he had spiraled into lust because Jack couldn’t wait any longer. He was leaving kisses down your jaw and neck that made the hairs on your neck stand up, and chills run down your spine. 

“Jack,” You couldn’t get the words out, and the look he gave you in the mirror was knee-buckling. “I need you right now. Please.” 

You were unraveling for him with your breathless words and how you rubbed up against him like you always wanted to. With each brush of his dick up against you, you were soaking through your underwear when you wished you would be soaking him from tip to base.

“And I’m sure I need you more.” He mumbled against your neck. Each kiss was electrifying, his soft lips against your skin proving to be better than the last. But you needed his lips on yours desperately.

“Baby, I need your lips on mine.”

You were going into a daze and were confident that you would let Jack kiss you all over for an eternity if possible. But Jack obliged, letting go of you for you to turn around and kiss him without a second to spare. Haste, desire, and need were entwined in the kiss, with your hands going up to his neck to play with the ends of his hair and going down to pull you flush. You nibbled on his lip, earning a playful groan from him.

“And here I thought you were innocent,” Jack mumbled against his lips. 

You smiled into the kiss, but you gasped shortly after when he gripped your ass and smacked it. It felt good to have Jack on you like this, grasping, pulling, and touching you in obscene ways that made their way into your daydreams with each passing minute. All you needed was to feel his bare skin against yours, and it seemed that Jack had the same idea as he let go of you to pull off his shirt. You did the same, following with your sports bra. Jack kissed down your chest, finding his way to your nipples with ease. He enjoyed seeing how swollen they were already, and the minute he licked your left, you squeezed your thighs together. Jack flicked and darted, taking his time teasing you, which frustrated yet excited you simultaneously. But the more you whined in frustration, the more it turned him on, with his hard-on growing more than when he daydreamed about you.

“Jack, please don’t tease me.” You begged, your hands moving to his hair to tug, gripping his locks and pulling, which made Jack grunt. It was strange, as he preferred pulling hair rather than his hair being pulled. But it was hot, your usual calm demeanor around him winding down to a needy state. Jack needed this, pushing him to suck and twirl his tongue around your raised nipple to elicit a savory sound from your lips that would make him throb. But he couldn’t help himself when he looked you in the eye as he lightly nipped, the unexpected sensation causing you to drip. With how soft your breasts were to the touch and taste, the thought of titty fucking you burned into his imagination. Seeing his dick slide in between your breasts, softness enveloping him, and you sucking the tip with your soft lips looking up at him. Fuck, he thought. Don’t wanna cum before I can feel her.

“Daddy-“ You gasped yet covered your mouth in embarrassment. 

It slipped.

It fucking slipped.

Jack stopped immediately, eyes darkening more than before. Did he hear you right? That name, pure sin, slipped before you could catch yourself, yet he wanted to listen to it again. 

“Say it again.” 

“Daddy,” You tugged on his hair, bringing him dangerously close to cumming. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jack praised as he got on his knees, which was a sight for sore eyes for you, given that he looked perfect down there. His eyes were locked on you, making you shy as his stare was intimidating. But as he kissed your stomach, adoring every roll and stretch mark with kisses and tenderness, you began to relax. Nothing felt out of place, him roughly pulling down your bottoms along with your panties, kissing your hips, inching closer to your dripping pussy only to move away to kiss your thighs. It was perfect, and as you stepped out of your bottoms with Jack’s help, you knew it would get better from here. 

Jack tapped your thighs for you to spread them, and with his head slotted right between them, he could finally see what he did to you. From there, you realized that his lips were not just good for kissing when he reached your slit and kissed your clit gently, with enough pressure to make you clench your thighs. Jack pried them open with his hands, ensuring he was perfectly between pillowy softness and wasting no time tasting you. It was as if he was hungry, trying to gather as much of your slick on his tongue since he couldn’t get enough of you. Jack was convinced your taste was intoxicating as he enjoyed your sweetness. It only pushed him to suck on your clit and have you gush on his face, the added pleasure weakening your knees.

Your thighs were pressed against his head, tugging on his hair harder than before, whimpering his name along with a string of other profanities you prayed could not be heard through the walls. But Jack pulled off you, sensing you were struggling to stay upright. He helped you down, your back on your mat and your legs spread wide for him. 

“You’re so soft, sweetheart. I could spend all day touching you, spending more time between these pretty thighs.”

Jack positioned his left hand on your stomach and his right hand right at your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in as he went back to sucking on your clit. The new sensation made you curl your toes, moving your hand up to your breast to cup it, twirling the nipple he sucked on as your head tilted back. But Jack didn’t take his eyes off of you. No, he wouldn’t dare miss the sight of you in pure ecstasy, hearing you whimper as he began his come hither motion with his fingers or the way you bit your lip to suppress a loud sound when he desperately wanted to hear it in his bedroom. Seeing you get off was a new drug Jack couldn’t get enough of even if he tried.

But while you tried to wrap your head around how you were on your mat soaking Jack’s face and fingers, you felt a familiar build-up that made you see stars. Yet, it was stronger than before. The more Jack’s fingers rubbed up on your g-spot, the more you felt the urge to soak him. 

Jack popped his head up from your thighs. “You a squirter, baby?” 

“H-Haven’t tried yet.” 

Your first time.

It rang in his ears as he picked up his pace, diving down again to suck on your clit. He wanted to give you every experience you never had, which would be the first of many. With the curl of his fingers one last time, you felt something gush out of you and land on his face and between your thighs. It was intense, making you feel lighter than air despite your labored breathing. Your thighs were firmly pressed against him, but it didn’t deter Jack from lapping up everything as much as possible, drowning himself in it because if that were a way to go, he would gladly take it. 

Jack's tongue overstimulated you the more he was down there, whimpers free falling from your mouth and your legs shaking, but it was electrifying. He was undoubtedly skilled in this area, making you wonder how good it would feel to have him deep inside you. But once you started to move away, Jack finally came up for air, his face glistening in your elixir. He quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers, and when you saw what was poking you earlier, you had to take a breath. It was thick. His pink tip was throbbing uncontrollably with little pebbles of precum adoring it, a prominent vein running down the shaft, heavy balls that clearly needed to be drained, but most importantly, there was a curve to it. It was perfect, and despite your sensitivity down there, you needed to feel him.

“You like what you see?” He leaned down to where he was hovering over you by mere inches.

“I like it a lot, actually.” 

Jack smiled at your honesty before kissing you, allowing you to glide your hands to his back. His hands trailed to your legs again, pushing them apart so he could slot himself between you. But you decided to surprise him with a special move you had been working on during your leisure. You pulled away from his intoxicating kiss to lift your legs up and behind your head. The move surprised yet excited Jack more than he could explain. He knew you were flexible but never dreamed you could do that. 

“You’re just full of tricks, huh?” He asked, and you smiled innocently at him.

“Maybe, but you’re just gonna have to see what else I have in store.” 

“I can’t fucking wait.” Jack rubbed the tip of his dick on your glistening pussy, precum mixing with your juices to gather enough for him to slide in easily. But each brush of the tip on your clit made you jump, given how sensitive you were. But it didn’t deter Jack, rather, it encouraged him to keep doing it, and when he started to slap the tip on your clit, you knew he was being a tease.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take anymore teasing.” You begged.

“I’m gonna need you to ask correctly, darlin’.” Jack dragged the tip down to your hole but didn’t inch forward.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” 

“That’s my good princess,” He mumbled before pushing in slowly. You gasped as he pushed the tip in, and with each inch that followed, you could feel the stretch intensify. It was a little too much, but Jack kissed your forehead to calm you down. “I promise to go slow, baby.”

“It’s okay.” You told him and tried to relax while he pushed in further. But for him, he was trying to not cum early based on how tight and wet you were. You were perfect in how you felt, and it took everything in him to not move in and out of you until you were ready. He kissed as a distraction, getting the last inch in to make you moan in his mouth. You felt impossibly full, the tip curved right against your spot, and your walls began to flutter around him. The discomfort subsided after a moment passed, with you getting lost in the kiss since if there was one thing you enjoyed from what you learned today, it was finally knowing that Jack lived up to his persona in every way imaginable.

You pulled away and brushed the hair out of his face. “You can move.” 

He obliged, pulling out a little faster than how he pushed in and going back in, the stretch feeling better the second go around. But his strokes stayed intentionally slow yet deep, with Jack losing himself in how it felt to be inside you. Heaven would be one word to put it in his mind and coupled with the view he had of you, eyes looking up at him, your breasts bouncing, and a perfect view of how your pussy opened up for him, there wasn’t much else he could ask for.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. Such a pretty girl for me.” Jack praised, and you loved every word that flew out of his mouth. It went straight to your head, and the fullness you felt in each stroke was stoking the fire that was building inside you the moment he touched you.

“That’s it, baby. Hold your legs up for me, just like that.” He leaned back up to get a better view, and a muttered curse followed as he almost came from that sight, making him thrust faster and tilt you up so he could see your spot perfectly. You enjoyed the new angle, feeling yourself pulse around him and slowly going over the edge with each deep stroke Jack gave you. It was riveting; your mind focused on nothing but this moment, and only were you brought back into reality when you felt the need to let go.

“You gonna squirt again on my dick, baby? Make another mess for me on the mat.” Jack cooed, and when he thrusted inside you again, you were in pure ecstasy. You couldn’t hold it, squirting again for him, which encouraged him to fuck you through it, making your eyes roll back as it felt like you were going forever. 

“That’s it. Love it when you let go for me.” He lowered you back on the mat and moved his hand up to move the hair out of your forehead to kiss it. You came down, and you could look at him as he moved back up, and you couldn’t get enough of the sight. You loved how he looked at you, how turned on he was by you. It was even hotter to see how much he was enjoying you, his grunts and moans making you throb. But the moment you looked down and saw how he slid in and out of you, you fluttered around him more. 

“You like watching me slide in and out of you?” He asked as he moved his hand to your clit, rubbing light circles. “Watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours makes you so wet that you can’t help yourself.” 

“Please don’t stop.” 

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop,” He promised as he rubbed faster circles. “In fact, you can give me one more right? I know you can, princess. Just one more for me.”

You were overstimulated for sure, but there was something about the low tone in Jack’s voice, the pet name, or maybe a combination of today’s events that pushed you to keep going. It was a chant in your mind one more time. One more time of making a mess for him, one more time of finally getting what you wanted. That thought set you off, your legs shaking, so you had to move them from behind your head. It washed over you from head to toe, and your moans that brushed upon becoming screams would stay in Jack’s mind forever. 

Jack was amazed by it all. To experience this with you and bring you to this point of ecstasy and overstimulation was a dream that he thought was too far-fetched until now. But seeing you like that only convinced him he had to do this again with you for as long as possible. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” He grunted as he thrusted into you sloppily, his orgasm nearing by the second.

“Please cum for me. Please, daddy.” You could feel he was holding on by a thread, and you wanted to set him off as he did for you. 

“Baby, where can I cum?”

“You seem to like these a lot,” You grabbed your breasts to give him a show with a smirk on your face.

Jack didn’t think twice before pulling out and stroking himself right over your breasts. He came within a few strokes, and the thick ropes of cum that followed you wished were deep inside you to fill you up to the brim. It was a mess, and when you swiped some of his cum on your finger to taste it, you swore you saw another drop of cum drip from the tip as he was fixated on you tasting him. The taste was salty, as expected, but you wanted more.

You took another swipe on your chest, licking and sucking to torture him further until it was all up; all the while, Jack’s chest was heaving from cumming so hard. But what made him overstimulated was when you leaned up to kiss and then suck the tip. His hand moved to grab your hair, him biting his lip so hard he could draw blood. You weren’t sure how far you could take it before you needed to stop, but Jack didn’t seem to mind when you took more of him in your mouth, the stretching tugging at your lips, but you paid no mind.

“F-Fuck, baby. You feel incredible everywhere.” His tone wavered from confident and dominant to inching closer to whimpering, and you had him right where you wanted him. It pushed you to take more, testing your limits given his fortunate size. But when your hands reached his balls, playing with them as you deepthroated him, there was no going back. Jack’s grip on your hair tightened, and he thrusted into your mouth as he was sure you could take him.

“Such a pretty slut on your knees for me.” Jack looked down to see you, smiling at how pretty you looked. You knew he was close when he began to tense up, prompting you to suck faster and swirl your tongue when you could, humming and making him twitch in your mouth. Jack couldn’t take it anymore, spilling down your throat and holding you there to take it. More ropes of cum painted your throat, and when Jack finally let go of your head and pulled out of your mouth, you swallowed it while looking at him. 

“You want to put me in an early grave I suppose?” He jokingly asked.

“Maybe. But I want to wait before I do that.” You answered as Jack got back on his feet. You tried to do the same, but you wobbled, earning a laugh from him.

“Seems like it’ll be a while before you can do that.” He teased as he put his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he guided you off the floor so you could get dressed.

“I think you need my towel considering what I did to your breasts.” Jack wiped you down gently to ensure you were clean, and when he saw a dribble on your bottom lip, he kissed it off you. You wanted more, but he pulled away, finding his clothes to put them back on.

“Well I didn’t get my routine in but I think you helped me for tomorrow.” You put on your clothes slowly, trying to keep your balance.

“I think this was better than any stretching routine you had in mind.” 

“Yeah, but now my legs are jelly.” You told him as you struggled to get your pants on. Jack was halfway dressed when he helped you, getting you dressed in record time before you heard the knock on the door.

“It’s time already?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. I better get out of here before I hear Bourbon’s god awful playlist.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

You shot a look at him. “It is definitely that bad. There’s a reason why they don’t allow him to play his music at the Christmas party.”

“Point taken.” 

You both grabbed your things and walked out, but Jack grabbed your hand and didn’t look back at the men who were whistling. Ginger Ale was walking down the hall when she saw you both, and the smile on her face was indeed causing trouble.

“Done playing hard to get?” Ginger asked you.

“I was not.” You answered and acted as though you were offended.

“You were, but it’s okay.” Jack interjected.

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah? Why’s that?” 

“Because I got you and that’s all I wanted.”

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[ghostfanwriter]

✨🍓 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🍓✨

🍓 Pairing: Joel Miller x Younger Fem!Reader

✨ Setting: No outbreak au.

🍓 Synopsys: Technology gets the best of Joel, and he ends up with a ton of strawberries. Thankfully — as he would say — half of them are yours.

✨ Features: Joel being clueless about technology; A bunch of fluff and Joel doing his best to annoy reader; Flirting; Slight thigh riding at the end (real quick, I promise).

🍓 Word count: A but over 1.2k

✨ About this: This was originally written for another person, and maybe you've even read it already, but...

🍓 Author's Note:... I love it a lot, and it gives me Joel-dealing-with-technology vibes. So I rewrote a few parts (because girly wasn't that good neither) and decided to give it to you all 🩷

The early morning sunlight gently lightens up your living room.

You're on your yoga mat practicing when your YouTube video is interrupted with a phone call.

It's Joel, and considering he's always finding reasons to call you, you don't find it strange.

You answer with a sweet and dragged "Hii".

"Hey baby, are you home?" You notice his voice slightly breathy.

"Yeah, doing some yoga, why?"

It takes him a second too long to respond, but when he does...

"Does that mean you're in yoga pants?" He asks, and you can see his grin on the other side of the phone.

"No. That means I'm still in my pijamas." You play along with it.

You love it.

"Oh, that's even better." He says, and you laugh.

Joel can sometimes be... Something else.

He is this overworked and low-key grumpy middle aged man who seems to almost exclusively be in a bad mood. But no matter how hard you try — and quite honestly, you were certainly not trying — to hate the man, you just can't.

The only times you've ever seen him smile were when he was with his daughter.

And he seems to each day be less and less in a bad mood since you two got together.

"Why does it sound like you're running?" You ask, as he grunts and his breathing gets even more laborious.

"Oh, I'm walking actually, just left the grocery store." He says.

"Are you coming over?" You ask, thinking of why he didn't go to his house, or took his car instead of walking to your place.

"Yeah, I'm gonna give you some strawberries."

Strawberries?

"Why are you bringing me strawberries?" You ask, chuckling.

"I've bought too many, and I won't need all of them. So I'm giving them to you!" He says enthusiastically.

And part of you believe him, but part of you certainly doesn't. You just can't tell when he's being honest and when he's messing with you.

"Oh, alright. Waiting for you then." You say sweetly.

You're gonna let him think he's fooling you.

"Be right there to help you out with those shorts." He answers.

Not even five minutes after you spoke to Joel on the phone, your interphone rings.

You answer it, and the doorman greets you by your last name.

"Hi, Miss. Joel is down here, can I let him up?"

"Hi, hum... does he have something with him?" You ask, trying to find out if he wasn't lying to you.

"Hum, he has two boxes." The doorman answers.

"Big boxes?" You ask.

"Kinda big, yes. He looks a bit tired too." He adds, whispering the last part so Joel wouldn't hear it.

"Tired from carrying these over!" You hear Joel's voice shout in the distance.

You hear the doorman and Joel laugh.

"Ask him what's inside the boxes, please."

"Right. Sir, what's inside the boxes?"

"Oh, she knows what's inside the boxes. Strawberries! Just let me go up, c'mon!" Joel shouts again, loud enough for you to hear.

"Can I let him up?" The poor doorman asks.

"Yes, let him up. Thank you, sorry for the whole thing." You say, apologetically.

"It's alright, miss. I've gotten used to the two of you." He says laughing.

"Ask her to wait for me with the door open, please, these are kinda heavy." Joel asks the doorman, his voice enough to reach the interphone.

"Sure. Did you hear that, miss?" He asks.

"Yeah, I did, thank you. Will be waiting. Have a nice day, thanks and sorry again!"

"My pleasure, have a nice day too!" He says and hangs up.

You open your apartment door and look at the elevator, that stays almost in front of it. Not even a minute later, it stops and the door opens, revealing a heavy breathing Joel, holding two huge boxes of strawberries.

"Hey." He says casually, grinning — or was him laughing at the confused expression in your face?

"What...?" You whisper, looking at the boxes.

"Let me in, they're heavy." He pants and you let him enter, closing the door behind you.

"Why did you buy all these strawberries?"

"Not important." He dismisses you. "Remember how I said I was gonna give you half the strawberries I bought?"

"Yes?" You ask, dragging the word, afraid of the answer.

He looks at you, then at the box. Then at you again, a wide smile on his face.

You get it, but deep down you don't want to believe it.

"I'm actually giving you almost all of it!"

"WHAT?!" You almost yell.

"I know!" He almost yells back.

"Joel why did you buy all these strawberries?"

"Because I know how much you love strawberries!" He says while going to the other side of your island, sitting on one of your stools.

He is laughing and you just know he is lying straight to your face.

"Joel, there are two boxes, each of five kilograms of strawberries on top of my counters. You don't want me to believe you thought I would have any recipe that requires fucking ten kilograms of strawberries, did you?"

"See? Means you can make more than one recipe!" He says, laughing.

"JOEL?!" You almost scream, trying not to laugh, biting the smile forming on your lips.

"Smoothies, cakes, pies, strawberry covered with chocolate, you love those!" He says, and you take a deep breath, not believing the man in front of you.

"Joel! How did you end up with all these strawberries?" You ask, breathing deeply to stay calm and not laugh anymore.

Nor jump on his neck.

He hesitates a bit before answering.

"I bought them using the app you told me about." He starts. "But I didn't know how it worked, so I got the sizes wrong, and when I received them at home... I didn't know what to do." He admits, his cheeks red.

"You said you were coming from the grocery store." You say, confused.

"Lied. Thought you would maybe believe that it was a surprise…?" He says, shrugging, his big brown eyes glistening while he looked at you.

You were holding your laugh inside this whole time. But now, seeing the defeated look in his face, you can't help but burst into laughter.

He stares at you.

"What?" He asks, his own embarrassed laugh slipping in.

"How did you mistake the sizes?"

"I thought I was buying two boxes of 500 grams, not 5 kilograms. It was one for me and Sarah and one for you." He says, laughing a bit at his own mistake. "I was thinking you could make her ice cream and that cake she likes. And then there would still be some left for you." He pauses. "But now there's gonna be a lot left from it." He laughs.

You think it's adorable that he was actually buying one box for each of you.

That he wants you to bake for Sarah.

You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I would have loved to see the delivery person's face when you saw the boxes." You say and laughs, thinking about how confused he must have looked.

"Sarah saw it, she said it was pretty funny." He admits, laughing.

"How can you be so silly, old man?" You ask, running your fingers through his soft, slowly greying hair.

"Don't know, maybe I was thinking about you when I bought the boxes. Got distracted." He grabs your hips, pulling you closer, placing his right thigh in between your legs.

"Oh, it's my fault, then?" You ask, rolling your hips softly, rubbing yourself on him.

"Kinda, yeah." He smiles.

"And how can I make it up to you?" You ask, pulling his hair softly.

"Well, you know… maybe… I don't know… you could help me clear my mind." He suggests, squeezing your hips.

"Would love to." You say before kissing your man.

You truly love just how... Unpredictable Joel can be sometimes.

Hope you liked it, it brings a smile to my face everytime I read it.

Have a nice day, besties 🩷

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[jackles010378]

Jealous Dean 😏

(Just a quick one shot 😜)

Sam had been bugging you into exercising with him for a while now, so you finally caved. You'd go on runs with him, work out in the gym at the bunker with him and now he was suggesting Yoga. You knew Dean wasn't one for running or yoga, so it was pointless asking him to join you guys.

You gave Sam a quizzical look, you'd never done yoga before but you thought you may as well give it a shot.

Rolling out the mats in the library after Sam had moved the tables over a bit. Sam had put some what he called relaxing music on (mainly whale and ocean sounds) you ran off to your room to put on some comfy clothes.

After throwing on your skin tight leggings and a crop top you rejoined Sam and followed the poses he was showing you.

You didn't think you'd be one for Yoga, but you found it quite relaxing. You had gone through quite a few poses starting with Bridge which was simple enough, he then guided you into the Warrior then the triangle pose. You didn't want to admit to Sam that you were enjoying yoga and that you'd definitely want to do it again.

The next pose had you lying on the floor on your back. You looked over at Sam and thought now this is a pose I can do and laughed to yourself. But then you saw him lift his hips off the floor. You followed and groaned a little at how long he held the pose which you believe was called Bridge Pose.

Sam laughed at your little moan and told you to roll onto your stomach. He explained the next pose and you glare at him, Upward-Facing Dog, he can't be serious you thought to yourself. But nope you were lifting yourself up on your arms with your head held back, you could feel the stretch all down your body. 'damn that feels good' you thought to yourself.

"how much more are we gonna do Sammy, my body is sore and I wanna take a bath" you asked the younger Winchester. "One last pose and we're done I promise" at that Sam stood up so you followed. You then watched as he bent over and stretched his arms forward, "I am not doing that" you said through a laugh. Sam just looked at you "alright fine, but then I'm getting my bath". You got into the position Downward-Facing Dog.

What you didn't know was all the time you had been doing yoga with Sam the eldest Winchester had been watching you. Watching every pose you had done, watching how your body moved into each pose, the way you delicately moved from one to another. The way that you looked calm and peaceful and happy. It was rare that Dean got to see you like this. You were always stressing over the brothers, worrying about them being on hunts. You and Dean had been together for just over 6 months after one night out made you both admit your feelings for each other.

Seeing you do that last pose released a small groan from him, not realising how loud he was, you shot up and glared at Dean who was hiding behind one of the pillars. "Enjoying the view over there Dean" you said with a hint of sarcasm. Dean slowly came from behind the pillar and stalked over to you "oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that view" he was now standing directly in front of you. Your eyes travelled down his body and landed on his obvious erection trying to find a way out. You leaned in close and whispered in his ear while lightly ghosting his firm cock "I think I have a good idea" he swallowed harshly as he felt you cup him.

You heard Sam in the background coughing "you two get a room, or actually I will go for a run, a really long run. I don't wanna see this" Dean smirked at his brother. He kissed you passionately "y/n there are few moves I can teach you that are a lot more fun that what you've just been doing" he said winking at you. "what are you waiting for" you replied pecking his lips teasingly. You started to walk off, Dean grabbed your wrist picking you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a little squeak as he slapped your ass "oh darling this will be a night you're never gonna forget!"

I don't know what made me think of this but I like how it turned out! Hope you guys like it too 🥰

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[gummydummy19]

Kinktober day 6; Squirting

A good stretch

Summary: Nat and Wanda want a private *stretching* lesson from the team's personal yoga instructor, a cute (clearly subby) guy with a massive crush on the both of them.

Content Warning: smut, squirting, threesome, FemDom, Male sub, slight degrading/embarrassment, slight overstimulation, mention of sub drop, fluffy ending.

A/N: This was requested by @hauntedkittenfun. I kinda just did my thing with it but I really hope you like it!! This was also my first "male reader" fic AND my first Nat/Wanda fic so let me know what you guys think!!!

Word Count: 1800+

"Goodmorning everyone! I hope you had a good night's sleep because I'm not gonna go easy on you guys today!" you greeted the group cheerfully

"I sure hope you don't." Wanda giggled, immediately making you blush.

You'd had a massive crush on Nat and Wanda since Tony hired you as the group's yoga instructor. He said it was your job to help them all relax and give them a healthy outlet to deal with stress and trauma.

Who would have known you would be the one in desperate need of a stress reliever.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that you had a soft spot for the girls. They were both strong and fearless, and of course, ridiculously sexy. Sadly, they too had eyes. It didn't take long for them to notice the little crush you were harboring and they took every chance they got to tease you with it.

Today was no different.

After last week's class, they requested a private stretching session. Obviously, they were up to no good, but since it was your job, you decided to at least try and be professional.

And here you were, watching the two hottest women you'd ever laid your eyes on, wearing the shortest skirts you'd ever laid eyes on.

"I uhm...okay...so...let's get started!" You stuttered, making the girls smirk at each other.

"So how do you want us, sir?" Wanda asked sweetly.

Good god, they must be trying to kill you.

"I-I'd...uh...I'd start with some floor work. Can you guys do a downward dog?"

"Hear that Wanda? He wants us in doggy." Nat added.

Yup, for sure trying to kill you.

They both got down on their yoga mats, making a show of sticking their ass up in the air and looking up at you with big, innocent eyes.

"R-right...how is that going?"

"Well, I don't know, sir," Wanda spoke sweetly again. "Could you maybe help me go a little deeper?"

You suppressed a whine and adjusted yourself in your pants before you got down on the floor behind Wanda.

"Breathe out a bit more and tilt your hips...like this," you said, placing your hand on her hip.

Wanda arched her back a bit a pushed her ass up higher, this time giving you a clear view of her pussy, which you now noticed was completely bare and dripping.

"How's that?" she asked, looking back at you while chewing her finger.

"I-I...uh..wh-...I" you babbled, feeling your dick twitch. Dear lord, she was close enough to fucking smell...

"Well how about me?" Nat spoke up. "How's my doggy position?"

You looked over to see Nat in the same position Wanda was in, ass up with her bare pussy on full display.

"Holy-"

Your brain stopped working for a second. You were convinced they had successfully brought you to your end, and you had now entered heaven. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a buzzing sound accompanied by a moan.

The heavenly sound came from Natasha's mouth. Her arms were stretched out wide across the floor in front of her as her ass pushed up high in the air (a perfect downward dog, one must admit.) Only then you noticed the small pink silicone cord hanging out of Nat's entrance.

"Wanda, turn is up!" Nat whined.

You looked over at Wanda, who now had her phone in her hand, sliding her finger across the screen. The buzzing sound that came from Nat's pussy increased as Wanda's finger continued to move across her phone screen.

"Hmmm feels so good!" Nat looked back at you, making sure to keep eye contact. "M'getting really, really close. Wanna help me out?"

'I think you should...I really think you guys should p-put some panties on."

Nat rolled her eyes in playful annoyance instead of pleasure this time. "Stop being such a little bitch and fuck us already."

That was it. A man could only take so much. You felt like a pirate at sea falling straight into the claws of cockdrunk sirens, yet you didn't care. If this is how you died, it seemed like a good way to go.

Wanda must have sensed your urge to finally give in, so she decided to pull you in before you could change your mind. Grabbing the back of your neck, she yanked you closer and smashed her lips against yours.

She tasted heavenly. Like strawberries and Cinnamon. You moaned into her mouth as she tangled her fingers into your hair and slightly pulled. You felt powerless, in the best way possible.

While Wanda was busy absolutely eating you alive, Natasha reached over for the phone, turning her vibrator to the highest setting.

When Wanda gave you a second to catch your breath, you saw how Nat was thoroughly enjoying herself watching the two of you.

"Look at that, Nat. I think someone is excited." Wanda giggled, gesturing to the absolute tent that had occurred in your pants.

"Hmm, fuck! Grind on him, hun." She ordered Wanda, who happily obliged.

Wanda climbed in your lap and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. She nuzzled into your neck and nibbled on your ear as she started grinding her naked pussy on your bulge.

Natasha kept eye contact with you as she reached her hand down to her clit. You could tell she was getting closer by the way her back arched and her thighs started trembling.

"Oh FUCK!!!" Nat screamed, yanking the vibrator out of her pussy as she squirted all over her yoga mat. She furiously rubbed her clit and her entire body shook as she rode the waves of her clearly intense orgasm.

The entire scene unraveling in front of your very eyes combined with Wanda grinding and humping on your lap like a dog in heat made you lose your mind. Natasha squirting all over the floor. Wanda moaning in your ear. Her bare pussy rubbing right against your hard, throbbing cock over and over again. Your crotch was getting soaked, not only from Wanda's wetness spreading over your lap but also from your precum leaking out of your fat, needy dick.

Before you knew it was happening, you grabbed Wanda's waist and weakly thrusted against her. Your entire body shook and you screamed a few incoherent sounds as you came right there and then. The hot, sticky, wet load of cum staining against your sweatpants immediately.

A few seconds passed before you heard a giggle coming from Wanda.

"Did he just...?" Nat asked

"Yeah.." Wanda chuckled, making Nat giggle as well.

They both burst out laughing, making your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You tried to move away from Wanda but she stopped you.

"No, wait! Don't go..." She looked at you, a hint of a smile still on her face.

"Yeah, you promised us a stretching lesson." Natasha said.

"And from what I felt...it'll be quite the stretch..." Wanda whispered, her smile getting wider by the second.

"Here, let me clean up this mess, baby." Nat said. Wanda finally got off your lap and allowed Natasha to take off your sweatpants. A mixture of Wanda's wetness and your own cum was smeared all over your thighs and your sensitive, softening cock.

Natasha threw a smirk your way before leaning down and licking you clean. When she got to your dick, you hissed.

"Sensitive, baby?"

You nodded, still unable to string together a sentence.

She took your cock in her mouth anyway, making you whine in pain and pleasure.

"Who's cock is this?" Nat asked you, continuing to stroke at a fast pace while she spoke.

"Yours!!! It's yours!"

"That's a good boy. Such a slutty little bitch." she said before continuing to suck you off.

Her head bobbed up and down until your dick got nice and hard again.

"Wanda, honey?" Nat turned around. "Your turn to cum."

Wanda smiled and moved to straddle you again, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. It was strange how different their approach was, yet how good they both made you feel.

You felt her lower herself down on your shaft. Slowly taking you inch by inch.

"Shit..." She whined.

"Are you okay?" You looked at her with wide eyes.

"Such a sweetheart." She smiled, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips once more.

She slowly started moving. Bouncing up and down on your cock with her head thrown back. Her boobs bounced with her movements and she squeezed you so hard you feared you might faint, or worse, cum before she does, again.

While you were trying your hardest to contain yourself, Natasha decided to taunt you some more. She came up behind you and pressed kisses to your neck while playing with your hair. Every now and then she whispered filthy things in your ear, about how pretty you were and how good you made them both feel.

"Please..." you whined

"Please what, baby boy?" Nat taunted

"Please cum! Can't hold it any longer! Want you to come so bad!" you begged and pleaded with all you had.

Wanda didn't have to be told twice, she had been circling the edge since she first felt your clothed bulge pressed against her needy pussy.

She leaned back and started circling her hip. Her hands held on to your knees for support as she started to tremble. Your cock nudged right against her g-spot and it was making her see stars.

"Press your hand against her belly," Nat whispered in your ear. "Trust me..."

You did as you were told and firmly pressed your large hard on Wanda's abdomen.

"OH fuck fuck FUCK!!!" she screamed, lifting herself up as she squirted all over your stomach and your cock.

Natasha was quick to grab your cock and help you reach your final orgasm while softly rubbing against Wanda's clit to help her ride out hers.

"Cum for me. Cum for us."

and you did, harder than ever before.

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"Did we break you?" Nat spoke softly as she stroked your hair.

You were laying with your head on Natasha's chest while Wanda spooned you from behind, pressing kisses against your back and tracing random patterns on your bare skin.

"I think so..." you spoke. Your voice was weak from all the screaming you had done earlier and your muscles felt sore.

"...you were really hot." Wanda reassured you, sensing your sub drop approaching.

"I was?" you asked, turning around to lay on your back

"Are you joking? I've never cum that hard in my life!" Nat assured you, snuggling against your chest.

"Yeah, she's right, me either." Wanda agreed, copying Natasha's movements

Pride swelled in your chest as the two of them cuddled against you, telling you how good you made the feel and how well you had done.

"Such a good boy," Wanda whispered, kissing your cheek

"Our good boy." Nat corrected, pressing a kiss against the other.

#marvel smut #smut #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda smut #wanda fanfic #wanda x male reader #natasha x wanda #Natasha x male reader #natasha x wanda x you #fluff #marvel #fanfiction #gummydummy19 #requests

[dreamypurplesky]

you know what's the most common experience of growing up as a girl? being made fun of. right since the moment you start having your own interests and preferences, people start making fun of you. it could be about something as small as the way you sit to bigger decisions like your career etc. I'm not even exaggerating but literally everything you do is a potential roast. i remember people would make fun of me because i liked to take selfies. i wasn't even taking too many but just the fact that i liked to take photos of myself was funny to people who were close to me. i got laughed at for working out cuz..."working out on a yoga mat is not actual workout" apparently. people literally don't let a single thing slide. your fashion sense, your hobbies, your music taste, your diet, your art, your opinions, the way you carry yourself, your daily routine, your social media presence and literally everything about your personality can and will be made fun of. growing up as a girl means having so much rage inside you. "oh you like taylor swift? ew that's so basic." "you dyed your hair blue? you think you're so edgy lol" "you like F1? name 5 drivers." "you have a best friend? i bet they will leave you." what makes me even more mad is that boys get praised about the same fucking things that you get made fun of. if he likes remote control cars then awww he's gonna be a racer someday let's buy him more. if he likes watching nat geo then wow he's so smart he has a bright future ahead. if he doesn't eat junk food then damn he's so health conscious i wish everyone could be like him. but god forbid a girl tries to be her authentic self she'll get crucified for it. and it's not even random bullies who do this, everyone including your parents, siblings, relatives, teachers, partners, coworkers, and everyone else will pick on you at some point. and then people wonder why most women don't know 'their worth' and get stuck in toxic relationships. i wonder why... and then if you stick up for women you get called a crazy feminist bitch while men sticking up for other men is just 'honoring the bro code'.

#girlhood #angry rant #patriarchy #fuck the patriarchy #feminism #men aint shit #girls supporting girls #bullying #hell is a teenage girl #feminine rage #taylor swift #girlblogging #divine feminine #feminine energy

[giggly-squiggily]

I Make You Laugh The Most (Blue Lock)

Hi hello I'm so incredibly soft for these two holy-

Hi eveyone! Welcome back to "Squiggily's brain is on Blue Lock Mode"- in which I write tons of it because I can :P This little ol' fic was a gift for a friend (you know who you are :3) that I decided to post because why not? Have some more Bachisagi I say! I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Blue Lock Second Selection Spoilers!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

Summary: Bachira overhears Isagi laughing- which is great. However, he wasn't the one who made him laugh. Not so great.

“Pfft- no you dihihihidn’t!”

Bachira perked up at the melodious sound, heart racing in his chest as he turned to look. Isagi’s laugh was so wonderful- deep and warm, punctured with silly noises and snorts. Anytime he heard it, it filled him with glee.

Right now, however, he felt a pinch of defeat alongside it.

“We did! Reo was LIVID. He looked like a titan from Attack On Titan!” Chigiri grinned as he retold a story to Isagi about his former teammates, sending the brunette into a fit of endless giggles. They were coming back from the baths it seemed, Chigiri’s hair was wet and Isagi was flushed from the heat. “He’s so expressive!”

“Pfft- not AOT!” Isagi shoved him lightly as they turned the corner into their shared room. “Man, you should have gotten a picture!”

The rest of their conversation was lost, but the sting in Bachira’s chest remained. He leaned against the wall, a slight pout on his lips as he replayed the lovely sound again and again in his mind.

“...Hm.” Rin hummed from behind him, making Bachira blink.

“What?”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d be jealous.” The taller boy shrugged, fighting down a yawn and almost missing Bachira’s wide eyed stare. “It’s not like those two are a thing. Pretty boy’s head over heels for the buff hero dude, yeah? Or was it the lazy one?”

“I-me-what-” Bachira was in a rare state of stupefaction. “That’s not it at all!”

“Kay.” Rin turned to go, making his way towards the workout room- likely for yoga. Bachira found himself following.

“It’s just- Isagi and I: I’ve always made him laugh, you know? Me! Like- don’t get me wrong, Missy’s great, and he can be funny in a sort of dry- when you least expect it kinda way you know? I don’t know- I haven’t seen Isagi in forever and I miss him-Whaa!” Bachira yelped as he tripped, falling face first into a pile of yoga mats. Rin only blinked before slowly pulling one out from the brooding dribbler.

“If it bothers you that bad, why not go make him laugh, then?” Rin suggested, tugging off his shirt and tossing it aside.

“He’s not on my team yet, Rin-Rin!” Bachira whined against the mats, unfazed when the shirt landed over his face. “It’s not the same! Plus, he’s still thinking about Reo’s titan face- whatever that means- it’s not my victory if ChiChi’s thing’s still rent free in his head!”

“Gonna have to change that.” Rin mumbled so quietly that Bachira almost didn’t catch it. “Look, I’m doing my cooldown. Either grab a mat and shut up or go complain to someone else.” Rin gave him one last look before taking his spot in the corner of the gym. Bachira stared for a moment before standing up, grabbing his mat and dragging it over beside him.

He napped the entire time.

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“If it bothers you that bad, why not go make him laugh, then?”

Bachira didn’t think the words would stick like they did, haunting his mind relentlessly as he watched Isagi grab dinner. Maybe Rin had a point- maybe he DID need to make him laugh to fix this bothersome jealousy. He didn’t like how it lingered, coating his insides and making him feel all sorts of broody.

“Is this seat taken?” Isagi smiled as he walked up, two trays in hand. There was no rule saying you had to eat with your teammates- currently Aryu was interrogating Chigiri on his haircare routine while Nagi was half-slumped against him, slowly eating his rice like a drugged sloth.

“Yep- that one’s the monster’s seat.” Bachira kicked a heel up on the seat across from him, stealing it away. “But the one beside me’s available.”

“Thank you.” Isagi grinned as he slid in, sliding the extra tray his way. The dribbler was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized he forgot to eat. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I used some points and got us steak. Hope that’s okay.”

Anything is okay with you. Bachira almost said out loud. Instead, he grinned, stabbing a fork into Isagi’s food and holding it up, waving it before him. “Say ahhhh~”

“Bachira- I told you before, I can feed myself.” Isagi dodged a few times, a grin pulling on his lips as they fell back into their old game. Finally, he gave in, letting the other shove the fork into his mouth. “One day I’m gonna be so spoiled from you doing that I’ll forget how to hold a fork.”

“I’ll gladly feed you, Isagirin~” He winked, delighted in the blush painting Isagi’s face. No giggles though. The pinch returned. “How’s the team going?”

“It’s hell.” Isagi laughed, shaking his head. “Barou’s a neat freak, Nagi’s lazy, and Chigiri’s ever the princess.” His voice was fond though as he cut into his meal, chewing slowly. “But I like it. It’s a fun kind of chaos, yeah?” He smiled at Bachira, almost missing the dimming of his mood. “You’d fit right in.”

That perked him up almost immediately. Bachira smiled as Isagi went on sharing his adventures of their time apart, pride and sorrow touching his voice nearly as much as the giggles he let out recounting the great “King’s Bad Hair Day” incident. It was so, so nice to see him smiling and laughing.

And yet…and yet… “Bachira? You seem sad.” Isagi blinked, tilting his head curiously at the other. Bachira blinked, not even realizing he was letting it show. “You okay?”

“Yeah…yeah! I’m great!” Bachira put on his brightest grin. “I’m okay, really.”

Isagi narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Then he reached out and stabbed Bachira’s steak, bringing a piece up. “Say ahhhh~” He quoted, easily shoving it in his mouth with how surprised Bachira looked. “After tomorrow- we’ll be back together. I promise you; I’m bringing you home.”

Bachira pretended the sudden wetness in his eyes was from how hot the meat was burning on his tongue.

~~~

Isagi was a man of his word. Well-kinda.

No he didn’t necessarily WIN, but they were once again together. Bachira was reeling from it all still; the final shot that sealed the deal, the nervousness he felt when it was time to pick someone. Then the tearful glee he felt when Rin called out Isagi’s name.

That was a few days ago and yet it still felt so new whenever he was with Isagi. Isagi, who didn’t have to retreat to a different room at the end of the day. Isagi, who could now play soccer beside him instead of against.

Just…Isagi.

He couldn’t be happier.

“We made it this far, I can’t believe it.” Isagi sighed against his pillows, tired after a long day of drills and exercise. “It got scary for a moment there.” “Yeah- it’s still scary when you think about it. Look what happened to Kunigami.” Bachira stretched out beside him, staring up at the ceiling as the past few days hit him. “Is Chi-Chi okay?”

“Heartbroken, but he won’t admit it.” Isagi smiled a little sad at the mention of their former teammates. “I think I heard him crying the other night.” Isagi’s hand found his, squeezing it tightly. “Selfish as it is to say…I’m glad it wasn’t us. One wrong move against the wrong team and that would have been you and me.”

“Mm…” Bachira hummed, squeezing it back. “Chigiri’s tough though. He’ll be okay.”

“He’s no fragile princess, that’s for sure.” Isagi nodded. “Sorry, I killed the vibe.”

“Don’t be- I can bring it back.” Bachira, eager to lift the mood, raised his hands, wiggling his fingers. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for a good chuckle!”

“Are you now? Bring it on, bumblebee!” Isagi grinned, sitting up with his own claws. His eyes danced with challenge only for him, something Bachira missed for quite some time. There was a moment of silence as they watched each other before-

“GOTCHA!” Bachira cried, lunging and grabbing Isagi’s waist, pulling him into the sheets. Pillows and limbs flew as they wrestled in the bed, each trying to get the other hand. Isagi was already laughing, Bachira hadn’t even tickled him yet! He tried to pin him but instantly shot his arms back with a squeal when Bachira’s own kneaded the spot along the center of his ribs. “Gotcha now!”

“Ahehahahhahhahah! Bahahhahaha-Bahhahahhahchirahhahahahahahha!” Isagi cackled, doubling over in a fit of giggles as he tried gently pushing his boyfriend's hands away. It didn’t take long before the dribbler had him on his back against the bed, one hand on his ribs while the other pushed up his sweatshirt so he could drill into his belly. “Pleahhahahahhahase, it tihiihihihihihickles!”

“I know!” Bachira grinned, chest puffing with pride as Isagi flailed beneath him, cackling in glee. “That’s why I’m tickling you, Isagirin~” He leaned in so he was nose to nose with him, fingers dancing along his waist and sides. “I wanna make you laugh so much you explode!”

“Yohohohohoou ahahahahreahhahahday doohohooohoh thahahhahahat! Gehahahhaahhahahaha, Bahahahhachirahahahhahahaha!” Isagi’s nose was scrunched as he laughed, turning his face away to hide it as he weakly pawed at Bachira’s shoulders. “Iihihihihihim alhahhhahahhays lahahahhahaughing with you!”

“Really? You really mean that?” Bachira stopped his tickles flopping closer so he was once again nose to nose with Isagi. “I really make you laugh the most?”

“Ohohoof course you do!...Are you okay? You seem rather hung up on it.” Isagi was still smiling, but there was an unmistakable touch of concern in his gaze.

Bachira felt himself freeze. He’d been caught. “Well…maybe.” He flopped down so his face was against Isagi’s chest, cuddling close. Somehow it was easier to say these things to his beating heart than to his eyes. “I don’t know- I’ve been really…bothered lately. Whenever I hear you laugh, I get really happy; but I also get frustrated because for a while it wasn't me making you laugh like that, you know?” The dribbler sighed through his nose, feeling weirdly embarrassed. “Sounds kinda dumb, huh? Being jealous because someone else makes you laugh?”

“Hm.” Isagi made a noise of thought, his hand stroking Bachira’s hair. “I don’t think so, no. If anything- it’s kinda cute.” He grinned, deeply amused by the flush spreading over Bachira’s ears. “First you get real with me and now you’re blushing! Who are you and what have you done with my Bachira?”

“Shush! I’m still me!” Bachira sat up, pinching Isagi’s nose until the other was giggling like crazy. “But…you really don’t think anything less of me because of it?”

“On the contrary. I think I’ve just fallen harder for you.” Isagi’s eyes were warm, his voice genuine. Bachira felt his eyes sting again- goodness why was he so weepy lately? “I mean- I’d probably disapprove if you went on and shaved Chigiri’s head in his sleep over it.”

Bachira tittered, snapped right out of his tears. That’s the thing he loved most about Isagi- he always seemed to know what he needed. “Are you kidding? Missy would kill me if I did that! We’d have a murder in Blue Lock!”

“Best not get caught then- or find a way to blame someone else.” Isagi giggled with him, pulling him down into his chest before kissing him softly. “I’d take the fall for you.”

“No way- I lost you once; I’m not losing you again.” Bachira grabbed onto his sweatshirt. “You’re mine now.”

“And I yours.”

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #bachisagi #some angst but not alot #mostly fluffy goodness #blue lock spoilers #blue lock anime spoilers #I love them your honor

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 22

Author’s note: Next Tuesday’s chapter... 👀

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"Good morning, Mila."

"Morning."

"Are you... Making breakfast?"

"I am indeed" she says. "It's my way of saying thank you for putting me to bed last night."

"I couldn't leave you on the sofa. And you kind of were glued to me" Rúben smiles.

"I can't remember that. I was asleep" Mila shrugs.

"Yeah... You were" he says, still smiling. "Anyway, what are you making?"

"Your usual avocado toast. And I got you your ginger shot too" she says, putting the little bottle in front of him. "I don't know how you can drink that."

"It's good for you."

"Seeing the faces you make when you drink it, I'm not so sure."

"It is good. Look at how healthy and strong I am" Rúben says, flexing his biceps and making Mila feel her cheeks get warm.

"I actually think you drink it so you can be around the house like this and don't get sick."

"Like this?"

"Shirtless, Rúben. Since we started living together, I think I've never seen you having breakfast with a t-shirt on."

"Are you complaining?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"Whatever" Mila says, turning around and moving to the fridge to hide that, this time, she is properly blushing, something he would definitely be able to notice.

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"What are you doing at the door?"

"Watching" Mila says.

"I thought we were going to train together. Burn those chocolates, you know?"

"You have to burn them. I ate one, and I eat some chocolate every day. It's part of my diet, I don't need to do anything" she shrugs.

"Not even some stretching from falling sleep on a weird position?"

"You have a very comfortable shoulder. But I could do with some yoga, yes. I'm gonna see if I left any work out clothes in my room" she says as she leaves the gym. When she moved to her own place, she left some clothes and random things at their apartment. Rúben didn't mind that she used it as some sort of storage room.

After getting changed and going back to the gym, Mila can't help but stare at him. He's resting next to one of the machines with his back to her, and in a position that asks for his butt to be slapped. That, or for a photo. Or both, to be honest.

"What are you doing?" Rúben asks her when he sees her in the mirror.

"Taking a photo to put it on my stories. After the one with the chocolates, we need to make sure Pep knows you are burning them."

"Does he follow you?"

"Nope. But his daughter does. She knows Manchester is red" Mila says, putting her phone down and picking a mat.

"Manchester is red..." Rúben repeats, shaking his head.

"It is and you know it" she replies, lifting her arms and bending down.

Now Rúben is the one staring. Since when is yoga this... Sexy? He's seen people doing those same moves many times before, and he's never felt anything. But seeing Mila arch her back during the cat cows, and the way her butt is popping out, is making him think of things they've done and...

"Focus."

"What?" Mila says while looking at him, her body on that exact position that is driving him crazy.

"Nothing. Just thinking what I'm doing next" Rúben says, moving to one of the machines.

"Ok..." she says, going back to her routine. She's so focused on it, that it isn't until she gets up and does her first warrior two, that she notices that Rúben has taken off his shirt. And to make things worse, he's doing some back exercises. "Oh, c'mon."

"Uh?" Rúben says, looking back at her.

"Did you really need to do that?" she says, not being able to hold her pose anymore.

"Do what?" he asks, taking a towel and rubbing it over his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Rúben" she says, rolling her eyes. "Did you seriously have to do that shirtless and in front of me, when you know they way the muscles on your back make me feel? And now... That too?" she says, moving her hands in the air and in front of his chest.

"Me? You are the one sticking out your butt while stretching, and you perfectly know how that makes me feel."

"That's how the moves work!"

"And with a t-shirt it's uncomfortable to make my moves!"

"Since when?"

"Always! When have you seen me on that machine and with my t-shirt on?"

"Maybe never" Mila says after thinking about it for a few seconds. "But things are different now."

"They are, yes. And we need to do something about it" Rúben sighs.

"What do you mean?"

"We need to get this out of our system."

"Rúben... We are not going to..."

"We are going for a run" he says, cutting her before she can finish her sentence. Though he knew what she was going to say. The smile that he's trying to hide says it all.

"Running? On our free day?"

"Yes, running. Did you leave any shoes here?"

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"I fucking hate you, Rúben" Mila says, trying to catch up her breath once they make it back to their building.

"What?"

"That was horrible."

"That was nice" he says with a big smile.

"Nice is the bath I'm having the moment we walk through the door. That run... That run was torture."

"C'mon, Mila. You are a professional football player, that should be nothing for you."

"I'm a professional football player, yes. But I'm not a freak. Only freaks like you can run like that, my God."

"Maybe you should try being a freak, it can help you against certain players. That West Ham goal from the other day? I think you could have avoided it if you were a freak like me."

"Oh, fuck off" she says.

"It's the truth" Rúben shrugs.

"Did I ever tell you that Rodrygo, the one that plays for Real Madrid, follows me on Instagram? He sends his regards."

"Oh, that was low, Mila" he laughs.

"It's the truth" she shrugs before walking towards the door.

And that's the mood for rest of the morning. They keep teasing the other and laughing, feeling like the old days. Like what they've always been. Like two best friends.

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#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[beomgyw]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎⋆⁺₊⋆HOMEBOUND TRAIN⋆⁺₊⋆☀︎⋆⁺₊⋆

you chose the yoga mat

you've unlocked a new timeline !! remember that each decision generates more alternative realities, so choose wisely.

if you're new here: link to the beginning !!

standing in the snaking line to board the train, you look the sea of people around you. it's like a mini migration, all headed to geoje-ssi, your hometown. and rightfully so, it is a beautiful place.

you remember it to be an attractive vacation spot. memories flood back of your childhood, surrounded by tourists snapping photos and getting under your grandma's skin with their incessant chatter. she never missed a chance to curse them under her breath.

as the queue inches forward, the station workers call for a second line, reserved for those lugging around massive suitcases, bikes, and other oversized gear. you watch as they shuffle off to form a new queue, feeling pretty smug about your minimalist packing skills.

thanks to your decision to travel light, with just your yoga mat snugly rolled atop your backpack, you breeze past the need to stuff anything extra into the luggage compartment. its a small victory, but it allows you to hop on the train ahead of the crowd.

most of the compartments are still empty, so you're free to choose any spot you like. snagging a spot by the window, you cozy up for the ride. but as the train begins to move, the steady rattle lulling you to sleep, your phone buzzes with an incoming call.

you smile upon discovering the familiar name on the screen. despite having gradually lost touch since you moved out, you had never deleted his contact and apparently he hadn't changed his phone number in 7 years.

"well, this is awkward" he chuckles softly from the other line.

"yeah, kinda." you agree, trying to suppress your own smile. "i mean, i didn't expect you to call like, at all. the old kai i knew would've probably let the awkwardness win."

he let out a light giggle. "guess i'm not that kid anymore. but you're right, it wasn't exactly my initiative. gran insisted i call."

"why's that?"

"to let you know that i'll be picking you up, of course! you didn't think i was gonna leave you stranded at the station, did you? awkward or not, we're top notch hosts, us huenings."

"aw, that's sweet of you, kai, but really, it's fine. i could just grab a cab or something. no need to go through the trouble."

"but i want to! plus, i've got a surprise for you," he added eagerly.

"really?"

"yep! and trust me, it's a win-win. it'll totally ease the awkwardness of us reuniting after, what, 8 years without a word."

"what's the surprise? tell me, pretty please..."

"see, y/n, i know for sure you're pouting. but we're on the phone, so it has no effect on me..." kai teased.

"fine. whatever," you chuckled. "i guess i'll have to wait and see."

"you won't have to wait long. what's your ETA?"

"hmm, i should be there around 6pm."

"sweet, i´ll be there! i'm eager to see you again, y/n" he admits, his tone softening. "it's been too long."

"yeah, it has," you agree. "i'm really looking forward to catching up."

"me too. oh, and one more thing," kai added before you could respond. "gran insisted that we picked up those pastries you like so much from dan´s bakery on our way home, so start brainstorming flavours, alright?"

"i will," you said with a smile. "tell grandma i'm excited to see her!"

"will do. see you soon!"

"see you soon, little cousin." even after hanging up the phone, your smile lingers.

your little cousin kai had always been the quiet type, shy to a fault, but hearing him on the phone just now, he sounded different—more confident, somehow. it's funny how people change, you think to yourself, a sense of pride swelling in your chest as you picture kai, no longer the timid child you remember, but growing into his own. just like you had, just like everyone must have while you were away.

and that's when the grin started to fade. you're different now, you realize. you've changed. changed a lot, actually. maybe for the better, you like to hope. you've morphed into this conventionally beautiful woman, ticking off all those boxes of academic success. but deep down, that awkward little girl, the one who used to get teased and called names, she's still lurking in that beach town you're heading back to. it's like a part of you never left.

and just as you were mulling over this, the worst case scenario materialised in front of you. seems like you've got some sort of accidental superpower – call it manifestation, call it anxiety gone wild, to think terrible things into existence.

from your compartment window you see a bunch of rowdy guys strolling down the train like they own the place, their laughter bouncing off the walls. matching baseball jackets over broad shoulders screaming go team. it gives you the ick, you don't have a particularly fun history with jocks.

you attempt to curl up into a ball, hoping to disappear into yourself, maybe even fake a quick nap. but no dice. just as you're getting into position, you catch one of them saying, "just one chick in this one, let's go in." and before you know it, the door's swinging open. you ditch the fake sleep act real quick. you're gonna need your senses on high alert for this one.

they come storming in like a tornado, all noise and laughter, sharing jokes you couldn't have understood if you tried. as they barrel into the compartment, one of them—an apparently the more considerate one—asks, "mind if we snag a spot here?"

"sure," you mumble with a tight smile, shooting him a quick glance. brown hair, handsome features. and though he's not the tallest of the bunch, he definitely has a solid build.

his eyes though, those big eyes, they're what gives you a pause. they look familiar, and that makes you uneasy. his smile is stern, but if you squint, apologetic even. but his attempt at politeness goes unnoticed by his buddies, who just dump their luggage without a second thought.

your stomach's doing backflips, and your hands are practically dripping with sweat. it's unreal, really. you haven't even reached your hometown yet, and already you feel like you've been transported back to your awkward preteen years. it's like all the confidence you've managed to build up over the years just evaporated the moment these guys stepped into the picture.

if you hadn't been so wrapped up in your own nerves, maybe you would've caught on to the fact that one of the guys was checking you out and nudging one of his buddies with a smirk. but poor you doesn't, being too busy trying to blend into the upholstery. so, naturally, you miss the sly exchange of gazes between them and the way one of them strategically sidles up next to you.

shit. you think as you notice him plop down in the seat beside yours. six seats in the compartment, four units of idiot and one yourself. he could've left an empty spot between the two of you but chose not to. you still refuse to look up, keeping your eyes glued to the scuffed linoleum floor as if it held all the answers. but then he talks to you.

"you know, you're kinda cute" he says as his friends snigger.

and that's when it hits you like a ton of bricks. that same boy had called you cute many years ago, but for diametrically opposite reasons. your old middle school bully, park jintaek –that's if he could be considered a bully, at all. more like a professional at dishing out lame nicknames and being a total moron. seeing him again feels like a slap in the face with a mortification stick you never asked for.

"m-me? thank you." you say. you give him a polite but dismissive smile, hoping he'll take the hint and move on. but of course, he does not.

"aw, look at you, all shy and cute," he coos, leaning in a little closer. "no need to be scared, doll. we're all pals here. and hey, if any of these clowns freaks you out, i've got your back." 

he flashes a cocky grin, but you stay silent. partly because you're not exactly itching to keep the conversation going, and partly because you have no idea what to say. not only had he not recognised you, he was trying to flirt with you. like some bad joke.

he slings an arm over your shoulders, and your entire body tenses up. you've never been good at handling this kind of situation, especially not if it's coming from fucking park jintaek.

back in middle school, he used to pull this kind of crap all the time. not because he wanted to get in your pants, though. no, he did it to mock you, to remind you that no one would ever want to be close to you that way. it's unsettling, you think, how similar his genuine flirting is to his bullying antics.

"so, where you headed?" he insists despite your silence.

you struggle for a moment, trying to come up with some lie, but nothing comes to mind. you end up telling the truth, even though you figure they're probably off to the same place. "geoje-ssi," you mutter.

"no way! us too! talk about fate, right?" he says with a smug grin. corny ass, you think as he keeps on blabbering. "i actually grew up there, you know? in geoje-ssi. i'm off to spend the summer break. so, if you need a tour guide or anything, just hit me up. you're all cute and quiet. exactly my type... if you care." he adds.

"sure," you reply cautiously, hoping to put an end to the conversation. he doesn't have a type, you know that. he filters the world in terms of boobs and ass, he doesn't give a shit about anything else.

"oh, but you don't have my number." he says, and you try so hard to not roll your eyes. "you know what, i´ll take yours. imma make sure you get the welcome you deserve."

...jerk.

what do you do?

no way you're giving him your number. you're not a scared little kid anymore and this has gone too far for you to tolerate.

give him a fake number and stay quiet. anything to shut him up.

#txt fic #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #multichoice #txt angst #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu fic #txt #beomgyu angst #tomorrow x together #txt fluff #beomgyu fluff #txt headcanons #txt smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun #blue crush

[dylan-westwick]

character: Theo Bailey @theobailey

location: The Humming Bee Yoga Studios; December 18th

Maternity yoga had been something they'd been talking about doing basically throughout her whole pregnancy. Which meant nine months, but her doctor had said it was still good to try to do this and that the classes that were taught were meant for all trimesters. It didn't mean that right now she wasn't feeling some sort of pain. She'd woken up to the contractions that she'd been feeling for the past couple of weeks. It always stopped her for a moment, but she had gotten used to them now. She was walking a little slower this morning and she'd almost told Theo they should just skip out on it, but this little tradition that they had surrounding yoga made her sentimental so here she was. "I think we're going to have to help each other gettin' up from the floor and those yoga balls." She warned him with a small grin as she moved to take a hold of his hand, slowly trying to get the yoga ball and having a very hard time trying to lay out the mat she had only used once this year when she'd done goat yoga with Theo. "I think I'm gonna have to take it easy today...the babes are really havin' a rager right now." Dylan positioned herself on the ball and let out a sigh when she realized she'd be able to straddle it.

#thread #thread: theo bailey #pregnancy tw

[andypantsx3]

hello andie!! i hope the end of the year has been treating you well!! i'd like to ask 7, 61 and 62 for the ask game!✨️

Hi Birdie!!!! Right back at you!! I hope you have had plenty of time to rest up (and let that full length Bakugou fic I think I heard we are getting from you marinate)!! 😌😌😌

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

I'm gonna switch it up and give you a little snippet from a Kaminari WIP I talked about a long time ago!! Where he is a shameless flirt with everyone in the world, so we don't realize until it's almost too late that he's actually in love with us. 😌

“Saw you nabbed the subway crawler,” Kirishima said happily, leaning in to give Kaminari a fistbump. “Congrats, man.” A smirk pulled at Kaminari’s mouth, and he rolled the sleeve of his jacket up proudly. “That’s not all I nabbed,” he said. On his forearm, smudged blue pen spelled out a phone number and a name you recognized as the reporter’s from earlier, the ink slightly runny from Kaminari’s quick shower. Mina groaned, and Sero banged his head on the table. Kirishima’s grin turned rueful. Several hands were suddenly stuffing bills at you, and you accepted them with a carefully blank expression. Kaminari whipped around to stare at you, his eyes accusing. “No way, you guys bet on me?”  You looked up at him as innocently as you could manage. “It was more a bet on her than anything.” Kaminari’s golden gaze narrowed in on you. He leaned forward, right back into your space. “So, why did you think she was going to give me her number?” He was clearly fishing for a compliment from you, waiting for you to tell him how charming he was or acknowledge that no woman could resist him. You pushed him away with a firm hand on his chest, waving the money in front of him smugly. “You’re so predictable,” you said instead. “Now let me out, I’m going to buy a drink with my new-found fortune.”

61. In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Oooh since you didn't give a specific fic I'm going to shamelessly plug in incendiary!! My favorite scene is when Bakugou and Reader end up wrestling while negotiating whether Reader can go onto New Day Japan and do the interview. I had wanted to write the physicality of that scene for sooooo long, like Reader's panic when she realizes she's just grabbed a trained combat professional, Bakugou's smugness as he holds her down, and the way the underlying tension, not only of Reader's emotional state throughout the fic, but their unresolved sexual tension finally all come to a head on that yoga mat. :3

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

I'm again going to plug in a fic of my choice if that's cool!! In in cinders, I had a scene in mind where Shouto hides Reader away while guards are looking for her, but I couldn't get it to work. I wanted him to hide her in the suite intended for the crown princess, which can only be accessed through the crown prince's rooms, and may only be entered by the crown prince and princess hehehe. I wanted the implication of Reader being in there to sort of hang in the air. But I didn't have a good way to make it work with the plot so I axed it, although I did mention the rooms in a bonus drabble. But I might figure out a way to plug that into a future prince Shouto fic because I looove that idea; the tension once the guards leave and Shouto and Reader are alone in the rooms only his future bride is supposed to enter. 😌

#ask andie #fanfiction writing asks

[liesmyth]

you’re a sporty person. I have a question. I used to enjoy working out and trying out new sports, but in the last 2 years I’ve been really uninterested in, well, pretty much anything. This is gonna sound stupid but I feel like one of the biggest barriers to exercise for me is that I have to put on different clothes to do it. I just can’t stand the inconvenience. like for example if I’m in bed in my pajamas, now I have to get changed. If I’m already dressed for the day, now I have to put on a whole different outfit. drives me crazy. anyway, have you or anyone you follow ever dealt with this and do you have any tips?

That's not stupid at all! I would bet it's very common, but I only know for sure it's very common FOR ME, and yeah it absolutely majorly sucks. Especially in the winter if you're a northern hemisphere person, because you have to put on extra layers of gear in the morning. Sometimes just the idea of putting on a bra feels harder than running 5k. That's honestly why I have been working out in the afternoon / evening a lot this past year even though I do better in the morning usually — if I've already been out and about for hours I find it easier to get motivated for a workout, but if it's the first thing in the morning then I keep putting it off.

Anyway some tips that may or may not help:

Just get some fresh air. Walk to a window, a balcony is excellent if you have it, if you're on the ground floor then just step outside. Close your eyes and breathe. It's a nice reminded that there's a whole world outside and you just have to lace up your shoes

Find a fun / low effort exercise routine you can do in your bedroom in your pajamas, just to get a move on. Like one of those music video choreography dance routines. A 10 minutes yoga flow on a mat. A door-mounted pull-up bar. Personally, I love this 5 mins mobility routine. I don't even break a sweat but it gets me moving!

Blast music! I have a playlist of songs that get me going and it's 300x easier to get ready while listening to it

If you're an audiobook / podcast person, have a designated audiobook you only listen to while you're working out. Believe me, it helps! I have some recs for good audiobooks if you want them.

Make it a reward system! Like, there's a pizza place right next to my gym. I can get a treat once I'm there, I don't even need to go INSIDE the gym I can just walk by with my gym bag and grab a slice. But then naturally once I'm outside the gym I end up working out before getting that pizza slice

Workout buddies if you have them! Or even just messaging your group chat that you're gonna do X for accountability

Don't think about tying up your shoes as the prelude to a workout, just think of it as tying up your shoes. Same for any other layers. You're not getting ready for anything, you're just taking it step by step <<<< This is what my therapist keeps saying. Unfortunately I'm a chromic overthinker but sometimes it works

IDK anon I hope these help! It's less about exercise and more about procrastination, unfortunately, and I'm soso bad at it so I completely understand — but ultimately IME it comes down to finding lifehacks that make you work best.

Let me know how this goes <3

#anonymous #ask #❤️❤️❤️❤️ #exercise #fitblr

[traumxrei-archive]

【 book 6 thoughts ! (4) 】

i think this should be the last one until late march, and it should be a fairly short read bc i only had two chapters to read

part: one, two, three, four / whenever they release more

[ warning ! spoilers for 6-42 till 6-44 under the cut ]

[ about : uber eats and STYX ]

ok there was a conversation about this in one of the servers i was in, and the ob gang talking about how they're getting canned food + powdered drinks just makes me wonder if they really don't have any other food or deliverables on the island

leona and jamil complaining about the food, and jamil's subtle jab at the culture of the island of woe vs riddle "heartslabyul dormleader" rosehearts, who's demanding for tEA jskdfksf

and then on the opposite end, azul's asking to read the news. the news. and not just any news, but news about economics. when someone said that azul was a crypto bro, i think they were right...

[ about : crowley's whereabouts ]

it's quite interesting that they didn't bring crowley to the STYX headquarters. like...they brought all the students + grim there, this whole time, i thought crowley was staying in the city or something. but turns out, he's all the way at the land of dawning ? maybe that's a countermeasure, bc if they brought crowley to STYX he could've figured out the students' whereabouts + how to escape with them if he wanted to.

[ about : "having friends over" ]

ok. it saddens me a lot that the reason idia become a loner in the first place is bc he knew he wouldn't be able to have friends. like, ever. bc in the end, everyone who isn't in STYX would forget about him after he graduates + starts working there. bc it's his "fate". so he feels like it's useless to make friends + get close to others bc he knows he can't stay and he knows it'll only hurt him more in the future.

but also. ortho saying all that stuff about this being the first time idia's had friends over....it really DOES make me sad. like this is the first and only time that people that go to the same school as him are gonna be at the place where he's gonna spend the rest of his life.

[ about : "and who would call this bunch of troublemakers friends, anyway?" ]

answer: yuu. yuu would.

[ about : their demands ]

riddle: tea (even though we are not at heartslabyul, it is my duty as the heartslabyul dormleader—)

leona: meat. (they make the cheap steaks at the school cafeteria look like five-star restaurant food.)

azul: access to news (i need to stay on top of my investments.)

jamil: better food (i can't eat food with such unconsidered flavor and texture)

vil: exercise equipment or yoga mat (i'd like to get in my daily workout)

[ about : new test subjects ? ]

okay what ? why are they thawing the phantom subjects all of a sudden, i'm. so confused. idia called it an A-class phantom, so i wonder what class the ob gang's phantoms were.

also. why do i sense impending danger....they're releasing phantoms from tartarus aka phantom jail for testing, but i just feel like something will go wrong.

[ about : tartarus ]

holy fuck tartarus is big. i thought they only had one or two phantoms, but from the image they showed, there's a lot of phantoms that they've been keeping for who knows how long. and ortho said ten thousand phantoms. and idia says that some have been captive for over one thousand years. what about this doesn't scream dangerous ??

[ about : ortho, idia's biggest fan ]

i love it when ortho hypes up idia's achievements. bc like. he deserves that much !! c'mon !! he built an entire security defense system to protect all the people living and in STYX and no one else would know, so if it were me, i'd definitely pull an ortho and brag to people i know about it.

[ about : leona n vil sjdfkjsk]

leona really said "don't worry your pretty little head over it" to vil and i'm sitting here like sir you are about to get a foot slammed right into your head (also dude he's flirting— /hj)

[ about : idia and ortho's game plan]

it's so funny how they're whispering at each other about how to keep these people occupied bc they know that 3 hours with them all in one room is gonna lead to a brawl. i love the shroud bros going back n forth trying to settle on a game to pacify their classmates jsfkdsj

[ about : that cliffhanger is illegal ]

yk i would've been madder if they had stopped it right as rookepeyuu arrived to STYX, but i feel like somehow this is worse. bc there's A. the video game party that i wanna know about and B. the looming threat of the two phantoms being tested rn. but oh well, i guess i'll curb my curiosity and wait till march ^^

and that's the end for now !! argh still that cliffhanger should be illegal, i wanna see them play video games >:(((( but well, good things come to those who wait. although i know that an overblot is coming sometime, so that's the opposite of a good thing. but yes.

#/trau rambles #twst book 6 #book 6 spoilers #dire crowley #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland

[quillsandcrows]

Love letter of the Day. 19

So, about last night.

Yep, some discouragement and defeat. To get that suspicious tooth worked on at the dentist, and to not take medication that you think is possibly triggering the migraines, and then to still get pain. The kind that interrupts sleep, interrupts the nervous system, and hits you out of the blue, right before bedtime. Yes, defeating, scary and overwhelming. You are running out of medication and also doing everything (right) to obtain more.

I'm sorry it's been hard. I hate that you didn't make it through the day without another migraine episode. I want that sooooo much for you! I'd do anything I could to make this happen. I'm glad you held yourself, breathed deep, and talked to yourself like your own best friend. You acted like the kindest, sweetest, most accepting, loving parent. You were willing to sit with yourself so patiently this time - which is quite a change. You did sleep some, and that goes a long way. You got through the worst, and that goes a long way also.

Right now, today is a new day. Yes, the tinnitus has flared you don't know why, and you don't know for how long. There are blue skies and sunshine. Please take your yoga mat to the park. Lay on it and breathe. Listen to the trees. Touch the grass. Stretch. Get IN your body and eat some yummy dandelion greens.

Learn to have unwavering trust and faith in yourself.

Send one letter, one résumé to one place today. Stay true to your routine: medication, food, checking in with your body and listening. Practice your "noticing" habit. Which people do you want to share time and energy with, and who do you want to maintain distance from? It's all you can do for now. It's a waiting game for a day or two to see if this calms down.

You've done everything that is possible right now. It is time to take it easy on yourself. You need to make sure you separate "yourself" entirely from the experience of chronic physical pain.

It has felt too defeating, overwhelming, and scary. I'm here for you. I love you. I'm gonna hold you through it. I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna figure this out!

XO

March 21, 2024

Lisa Byrne @ 2024

#self love #love #healing #wellness #love letter of the day #chronic pain #migraine