#my uncle did this except by my underwear

[munson-blurbs]

Thoughts on how eddie would react to the reader (his girlfriend) buying new underwear/lingerie and showing it off to him whike she changes into comfy clothes for the evening? Bc my boyfriend apparently didn't even look long enough to differentiate between two very clearly very different pairs and I need Eddie to have a better reaction🥲

Combining this with a req from @kellysimagines:

How about reader and Eddie dont wanna go out to celebrate their 3 year anniversary so they spend it at his trailer and the reader suprises Eddie only wearing thigh high leather boots and only that and Eddie is surprised and they have sex?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, c*m eating, thigh riding, praise

WC: 1.3k

A/N: The model in the picture is just there to provide a visual of the boots, and does not necessarily represent how Reader looks. Eddie would worship any of your bodies 💚 also, shoutout to @big-ope-vibes for convincing me to post this tonight in an attempt to defeat the Sunday scaries and to @pastel-pillows for helping me write sub!Eddie.

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“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Eddie’s voice calls out. His nose is pink from the chill in the air. Indiana winters are brutal, and this one is no exception. “And I brought Chinese for dinner!”

“I’m in the bedroom,” you call back. “Got you a little surprise.”

Eddie’s brows pinch together in confusion. “I thought we said no gifts,” he whines, placing the bag of takeout on a snack table. It’s your third anniversary, and you’re trying to save up for a house. The trailer Eddie bought from his uncle Wayne after the older man moved to Florida was cozy, but it wasn’t where you wanted to grow old together.

You giggle mischievously, further piquing his interest. “Just come over here, handsome!” You hear him stomp through the living room; he isn’t angry, just walks with a heavy foot. It makes it nearly impossible for him to sneak up on you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder to say, “guess who?”

“Baby, you’re making me look bad–holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie’s jaw basically hits the floor as he takes in the sight of you before him. You’re kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheer pink bra, a tiny matching g-string, and black thigh-high boots. “When did you–how did you–can I just touch you? Please?”

It seems bizarre, Eddie asking you for permission. He’s usually the dominant one, making you beg for an iota of pleasure. You’re taken aback for a moment before replying, “of course.”

His hands immediately fall to the swell of your breasts, thumbs easily finding your nipples through the gauzy material. “Don’t even know where to start,” he mumbles. He looks up at you with wide eyes. “Tell me what to do, Sweetheart. Please. I’ll do anything you say.” 

“Touch me, Eds. Need…need you to touch me.”

“Tell me where, baby,” he begs. “You’re in charge tonight. Want you to use me.”

The idea of bossing Eddie around is so foreign to you, and it takes you a beat before you can figure out exactly what you want. Your whole body buzzes with need. “Let me ride your thigh,” you murmur, “and while I do that, you’re gonna suck on my tits.”

Eddie nods, lifting you onto the bed and placing you on his lap. He starts to unhook your bra, but you shove his hands away.

“Did I say you could do that?” you snap, feeling more confident in your dominance.

Eddie gives you a confused look. “N-No,” he stammers, “but you said–”

“I said to suck on my tits. You can get me fully naked once you make me come. Got it?” When he just nods again, you tilt his chin upwards towards you. “Good boys use their words, Eddie.”

“S-Sorry.”

You sigh impatiently. “Don’t apologize; just tell me you understand.”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand. I won't get you naked until you come.” He swallows thickly, leaning in and bringing his lips to your clothed nipples. One hand rests on the middle of your back, but he stops before using the other one to cup your ass. “Can I please touch your ass?”

You kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull back. “Since you asked so nicely.” He whimpers lightly, grabbing the soft flesh in his strong palms. For a brief moment, he looks like he wants to spank you–which he typically does–but quickly remembers his new role. His mouth returns to your tits, lapping and sucking on them hungrily. You wrap your arms over his shoulders, grinding down on his upper leg. ‘Keep your hands right here; that’s my good boy. Don’t let them move or I might not let you come.” 

“Won’t move,” he promises meekly, “take whatever you need. ‘M your fucktoy to use.”

You suck a harsh bruise into the nape of his neck, licking over it once you finish. “And what a sweet little fucktoy you are, hm? All mine, and ‘m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” You tug his shirt above his head and leave a trail of hickeys across his chest. Already started to feel pent up and overstimulated, Eddie instinctively begins bouncing his leg up and down. “Stay still,” you order him, ‘hold me and stay fucking still. Fucktoys don’t move.”

“Could I, um…could I kiss your neck?” Eddie asks, and you can’t help but note the slight whine in his tone. “Please, baby? ‘S my favorite spot…” He pouts as you shake your head.

“Tell you what,” you reason, still grinding your needy cunt on his thigh. You’re so wet that it’s leaving a damp patch on the denim, turning both of you on even more. “If you let me come, I’ll let you kiss my neck.” The friction is driving you wild, and you dig your fingernails into his bare back. “Fuck, Eddie. ‘S like your body was made to get me off.” 

You watch as his hand instinctively snakes down towards his erection, palming at it pathetically. A tiny whine escapes his lips as you pull it away and push him back onto the bed. “Trying to cheat the system?” you taunt him, rummaging through the dresser drawer until you find what you’re looking for. “Sit over there,” you motion towards the chair tucked under your vanity, “and put your hands behind you.” Eddie does as he’s told, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. The shiny silver handcuffs glint as you snap them around his wrists. “This is what happens when you can’t follow directions.”

“‘M sorry, ma’am,” he gulps, but you’ve already devised a new way to torture him. Slipping off your panties and unclasping your bra, you let both fall to the floor. You’re left only in the thigh-high boots. “Wan’ touch,” he mumbles, knowing that the effort is fruitless. Instead, he watches as you get down on your knees, pulling at his belt buckle and unfastening his button and fly. When you take his cock out of his boxers, he lets out an audible sigh of relief. He thinks I’m gonna blow him, you realize, a suspicion that’s only confirmed when he says, “Yes, baby, please.”

You tut disapprovingly as you make your way back to the drawer, purposely bending over a bit more than is necessary to give him a better view of your ass. Grinning, you slide a cockring down his shaft and press the tiny plastic power button. Eddie yelps out as the toy begins vibrating around the base of his length.

“Now,” you say, bringing yourself back to your position on his thigh, “I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re not gonna come until I tell you to.” He’s too overstimulated to respond, so you take his face in your hand and turn it so he’s looking into your eyes. “I said, good boys use their words.”

“Okay, yes, shit, I w-won’t come.”

You rub your clit against his naked thigh, faster until you feel your orgasm about to hit. His upper leg is covered in your slick, and you throw back your head in utter pleasure as you finish. “Such a good fucktoy, letting me come all over him. You’re so fucking good to me, Eddie.”

The praise combined with the vibrations and your own orgasm is too much for him to handle, and he groans out a loud string of curses. Thick, hot ropes of cum trickle down his cock, pooling in the thatch of curls at the base. “Shit, ‘m so sorry–I didn’t mean to–”

But you just kiss him, roughly and deeply, effectively shutting him up. “That was really hot,” you murmur into his ear, before dropping to your knees again. This time, you use your tongue to clean him up, swallowing every last drop. “And delicious.”

Eddie writhes against the chair, and you let him out of the restraints. “Baby, any time you wanna be in charge, just…just fuckin’ do it, holy shit.” He pauses before adding, “and wear those boots, too.”

“Okay,” you say, shooting him a salacious grin, “how does ten minutes sound?”

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[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Charles x Pureblood Reader

For A Series of Firsts hosted by @aquagirl1978, prompt(s): First Celebration and First Time and Sweet & Spicy Wintertime hosted by @xxsycamore prompt(s): Quickies at the holiday party

Just a little bit late from the event's ending because the first time I posted, it wasn't showing up so I tried reposting. Hope it's okay

And is it showing up now? Doesn't seem so

My last fic of 2023 (I finished it before midnight) and first of 2024 (I tried to repost it a little late for reasons stated above). Funny that I started and ended last year with smut (and technically started this one as well)

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

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You knew the two of you shouldn’t be doing that. Not here or now. You had just gone out to get some air, and Charles followed you when he felt lonely. Or maybe someone said something to him.

The others would be expecting you back at the party. If you didn’t, they would start making assumptions. Some right, although embarrassing, but the others worried you the most.

Things were already a little wacky because the residents already knew Charles, and not in the best of circumstances. You didn’t want to make things worse. Not when it was the first party you had with your boyfriend and also the first party you had with your only considered family. It was important to you that at least someone in your family supported you, having already run from the rest of them.

Everyone was trying to be nice - except the guys who were rarely nice at all - especially your uncle. It was clear he wanted to support you but was worried at the same time, for a lot of reasons.

But if not now, when? Your uncle would never let Charles spend the night.

So you let him pull you into a random, empty room and push you against the wall as he kissed you. He pushed up the skirt of your dress, slipping a hand under it to gently caress your thigh, then higher, pushing your underwear aside, touching you directly.

His kisses moved to your neck, and as soon as you gave him access, he bit you, probably just to heighten your pleasure and sensitivity because he didn’t linger, only licking the initial rush of blood from the wound.

A couple of fingers pushed easily inside you, moving slowly, keeping you just at the edge. With one hand, you tried to get his pants out of the way, and with the other, you pulled him closer. Charles tilted his head, giving you space to bite him back. He shuddered as you did so, your bite always seeming to have a stronger effect on him.

Charles’ hand left again, only to adjust your positions. Your bodies were joined in one swift motion, and when you pulled back from him, bit you again. That sent you over the edge with an explosive sensation.

You held tight to him as he kept thrusting into you, hard and fast, while whispering words of love and praise in your ear and making you see stars with every movement overstimulating you.

He joined you soon with a cry of your name, the two of you almost collapsing to the ground, but Charles managed to move you to a sitting position.

The two of you laughed, snuggling into each other.

“I can’t believe we did this.” You muttered.

“It was good. But next time, I would rather take my time with you.”

“Then don’t do it somewhere we can get caught".”

But your complaint was empty,and both of you laughed again.No. This was not your last quickie, and not the last one in a daring place like that. Now you only hoped no one had heard you and that you could get sorted quickly enough to return to the party.

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[vneuns]

Eddie with a hippie gf??

i think of myself personally as a hippie so this ask? the SECOND. and yes i mean second. i got it i HAD to start writing— ooh what if i made this a series 🤭🫶🏾

♡‧₊˚ lighting the stick of incense in your hand you placed it in your small vase you made in ceramics that was shaped like a women whilst the smoke flew out of her mouth.

you moved from your dresser by your tv over towards the plants by your window, leaning down you grabbed the small mist spray bottle your loving boyfriend had bought you and begun to spray each and everyone and giving each a compliment of how well they’d been growing.

jazz music played lightly in the background from your mint green radio as you stood up and looked over at your boyfriend who was passed out on your bed in his outside clothes, you cringed internally before deciding you’d let him be and leaving to go make some sandwiches for dinner.

when you came back you weren’t surprised to see the boy still asleep except this time he was facing the doorway drooling slightly on the pillow you gave him, and your frog you got from a thrift store not to long ago.

chuckling internally to yourself you placed the plate with two lettuce, cheese, tomato, mayonnaise and turkey sandwiches on your nightstand along with the cup of ice tea you’d made yesterday.

your eyes drifted over to eddie his chest rising and falling slowly and his eyelids fluttering slightly, smiling to yourself about how lucky you were to have him you leant down placing a single kiss to his forehead, before moving towards your closet grabbing a metallica t-shirt ed had left one time you’d claimed as your sleep shirt.

closing the door after grabbing your eddie’s shirt you pulled the white tank top from your body throwing it into your dirty clothes basket before doing the same thing with your long skirt and bra leaving you only in your underwear.

“Well isn’t this a sight to wake up to.” You looked over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was sat up slightly smirking at you. “Come over here baby,”

You pulled the stolen shirt over your head turning around and walking back towards the bed just before you had put your arms through the holes. Eddie moved back slightly so you’d have somewhere to sit.

immediately after sitting down his hands went to your waist rubbing your stomach softly before his hands went down a tiny bit farther and began rubbing at your stretch marks.

eddie was obsessed. with the marks that were lined up on your sides just above your hips.

“How was your nap?” your voice was low barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you when his head went back and his eyes rolled towards the back of your head.

A small laugh left your lips as your hands went to his hair rubbing gently at his scalp.

“Felt like I was sleeping on a kings mattress, definitely beat sleeping in the trailer.” Your lips curved in a frown at the mention of his living arrangements at the moment. “Eddie..” Your eyebrows furrowed sadly and before you could say anything he spoke.

“I know princess, and I appreciate your parents for offering but I wouldn’t be able to leave my uncle like that and you know that.” And it was true you did know, but you also know that after talking to his uncle he wants what’s best for his nephew and would prefer he lived with you than him. except you never told eddie that.

he was independent and liked things done when he wanted and on his own time, so you never forced him into anything ever.

too occupied in your own head you hadn’t notice how close the brunette had gotten, his forehead against yours his lips pecking yours trying to regain your attention.

“Hey.. I’m okay, I promise.” He told you his hands moving under your thighs and placing you on his lap so you were closer than before. you nodded trying to convince yourself that he genuinely was okay.

“I see you made your famous sandwiches,” he turned slightly towards the plate on your nightstand before picking it up and putting it on the opposite side of the two of you.

“Just the way you like it,” You told him moving your legs to wrap around his waist and crossing them behind his back.

eddie picked up one of the triangular cute sandwiches putting it towards your mouth allowing you to take a bit before doing the same.

you watched in awe as he chewed his mouth making circles every time and when he caught you staring he scrunched his nose and placed his head in between your shoulder and neck taking a small bite out of the skin in the middle.

“Eddie!” You screeched laughing, and in that point in time all you could think about was how madly in love you were with this man.

#🧍🏾‍♀️ #she’s a hippie but it’s not the plot 🤭 #i got side tracked #i just <3 eddie munson #stranger things ff #stranger things smut #stranger things x poc!reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x black!reader #strangers things x hippie!reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x poc!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x hippie!reader

[khaleesa]

58! Or 80! Or both! 🥰

Bet you'd given up on getting a response to your prompt, Anon! But here I am--late, but better than never, right? This is for #80, “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”

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Division of Labor

"I'm not wearing any underwear," Chrissy said, walking into the kitchen. “Thought you'd like to know." 

The words made Eddie, who slumped half-asleep over the dinette, slurping soggy store brand Frosted Flakes, snap his droopy eyes wide open, and his dick snapped to attention. It had been a late Tuesday night at the Hideout, and Chrissy was sound asleep when he got home. He wondered now, though, if he'd slithered into bed beside her and murmured the same flirty phrase in her ear, whether they would've had the same magical waking effect on her? Uh, except for the dick part. Cream her panties?

Wiping a dribble of milk from his chin with the back of his hand, Eddie turned toward her with a grin, only for his face--and his dick--to fall as he took in Chrissy. She wore a silk blouse, pleated skirt, and a totally not flirty expression.

"Oh shit!" He smacked his palm against his forehead. "The laundry." 

Chrissy looked at him for a sec with pursed lips, then stepped away with a sigh and a swish of skirt. Eddie tried not to think about the jiggle of her perky little bare ass beneath it as she poured a cup of coffee.

"I did the laundry." He stumbled over his chair as he rushed to the washing machine and flung open the lid. A faintly musty smell wafted up at him. "I just, uh, forgot to hang it out to dry." 

Above her coffee mug, Chrissy regarded him with eyes that looked like she wanted to hang him out to dry. 

Annoyance flared in his chest that she hadn't put the laundry out herself, only for the spark to burn out when he remembered that she'd gone straight from an eight-hour shift at the credit union to her night class at the community college, and it was dark outside by then, and she'd had homework, and they'd argued about chores in the past before Uncle Wayne got sick of it and snapped that if they were old enough to get married, they were old enough to figure out a fair division of domestic labor. Eddie had volunteered to be the laundry guy. 

"Look upon me not with displeasure, sweet lady!" 

He dropped to his knees and scooted across the unswept linoleum (her chore) to take her left hand. He trailed kisses across the back and knuckles, lingering on the gold band with the single, tiny (but genuine!) diamond solitaire he'd gotten her at the pawn shop. It was so much less than she deserved, but she'd acted delighted when he proposed to her with it. Or maybe it had just been more than she'd expected from him. 

"I shall not send thee off to thine employer without suitable raiment!" 

Chrissy made a snorting sound. A laugh? She was softening. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure going commando violates the credit union dress code. 

Eddie crawled back to the washer and rummaged around in the drum until his fingers closed around a pair of her panties, peach cotton with lace around the legs and waistband. Brandishing them over his head, he bounded down the hall to the bathroom. "Just give me a few, I'll use your hair dryer!"

He’d just plugged it in when Chrissy appeared in the doorway with her coffee.

"Don't bother, Eddie." 

"No bother at all!" He flipped the power switch on the handle. 

"EDDIE!" 

He turned off the hairdryer. "What?" 

"That's sweet, but it'll only get them mostly dry. I don't want to go to work with only mostly dry underwear under my hose." 

Chrissy's nose scrunched, and Eddie nodded in agreement. He'd pulled only mostly dry boxers off the line plenty of times and gone to school damp and chafing beneath his jeans. Honestly, he preferred to just wear dirty undies. He didn't suggest that to Chrissy, though. 

"So what're you gonna do?" Eddie dropped his voice to a hush. "Break the credit union dress code?" He put his fingers to his lips and raised his eyebrows.

Although Chrissy's eyes rolled upwards, she let out a puff of a laugh. Getting even softer--though that somehow didn't make Eddie feel any better. 

She deserved better than a slob for a husband who forgot to put the laundry on the clothesline. 

Hell, she deserved better than a clothesline. 

"I'll just pop into Melvald's on the way to work and buy a pack." 

Eddie nodded. She was always very sensible. "Is that, uh, in the budget?" 

Chrissy was big into budgeting, which made sense, since she worked at the credit union and all, but Eddie both loved and hated that every penny they earned and spent was accounted for. But if they ever hoped to have their own place, and stuff to go in that place, they had a lot of saving to do. 

"It might have to come out of the fun money," Chrissy replied, "but I think we can swing it."

She stepped back into the hall.

"Underwear can be fun," Eddie said, following her into their bedroom. "Can I pick them out?"

Chrissy sat at the edge of the bed, rolling pantyhose onto her feet. Eddie couldn't help but tilt his head, hoping for a peep up her skirt. 

"I think your idea of fun underwear is a little different from what they sell in a five-pack at Melvald's," Chrissy said."

"Uh, I believe you mean funderwear," Eddie said, and this time, Chrissy's laugh rang out. 

She swung her feet to the floor and stood to tug her hose up her calves and over her hips. Her skirt fell over them like a curtain blocking Eddie's chance at a glimpse of her temporarily pantiless lady parts. 

"Tell you what," she said, coming up to him and sliding her hands up his chest. "Whatever underwear I get, I won't wear them tonight when I get home." 

"Funnest kind of underwear I can think of." Eddie squeezed her ass through her skirt and bent his head to kiss her, when he caught a glint of mischief in Chrissy's eyes. 

"I won't be wearing them because you'll be washing them, of course." 

She bobbed up on her toes to peck his lips, skirt swirling as she turned to pick up a pair of pumps from beside the bed. 

While she finished her coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, Eddie pulled the wet clothes from the washing machine and dumped them into a laundry basket. 

"You know, when we get our own place," he said, hefting it to carry out to the line, "we're gonna make sure it's got a dryer." 

Because Chrissy deserved it. 

And honestly, so did he. 

150 Random Writing Prompts

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[andipxndy-writes]

will you be my maybe

fandom: abbott elementary warnings: tw: injury; tw: blood; tw: hospital (in earlier parts) requested by: anon 1 & anon 2 word count: 2.6k

cross-posted to ao3

chapter summary: “Come on!” she called back, almost excitedly. Maybe she could have waited a little bit for him to actually get out of the car, but she didn’t turn around to check on him until she was a good few feet away and he was calling to her. He was leaning on the top of his car, his forearms resting there with his sleeves rolled up slightly. He wasn’t the kind of person to roll his sleeves up like that, not usually, so it was kind of… anyway, he was leaning on the top of the car. “Shouldn’t we get our bags?” he called out to her. “We can grab them later!” she called back, holding her hand out as though he was close enough for her to grab and pull along with her. “Come on!”

They're finally heading to Janine's cousin's house for the family barbecue… and Gregory is given the chance to meet all of Janine's family. All of them.

will you be my maybe? chapter 4: reunion

This time, everything did indeed go off without a hitch.

Janine managed to finish packing and got everything that she’d wanted to and more, and Gregory didn’t just stop at cleaning the kitchen. He migrated to the living room, which was actually incredibly dusty, and Janine was very sure that the room thoroughly appreciated the hoover being dragged along the carpet and dredging out dirt that she herself hadn’t had the time to get out since Tariq had left. Well, maybe even before then, since he never really hoovered whenever it was his turn to clean the living room, but she was moving past that now. Tariq was gone, and his chores were here job now. She’d had the chance to clean her own house.

Well, really, between keeping every other room clean, keeping on top of the bills, keeping on top of her car payments, preparing for the new school term, and at least trying to have a life, she hadn’t really had the chance to clean her own house. Home. Apartment. That she was renting.

God, was rent due soon?

Anyway, as already stated, she managed to finish all her packing without a hitch, actually taking the chance to ask Gregory to help her get to things on high shelves once he was done with his cleaning so that she didn’t fall off anything and injure herself again. And he looked pleased enough that she’d had the wherewithal to ask him instead of trying to do it by herself again. In fact, she was pretty sure that if she’d asked him to do all of the packing for her, he would have. Except for maybe the underwear. She didn’t think he was the kind of person to go rifling through her underwear to pack it. (Plus, there was specific underwear she had to wear at specific times and— maybe she was thinking too much on this, actually…)

By the time they got to Gregory’s car with both of their bags, both of them fully packed and ready for a whole weekend full of fun with her family, she was more than ready to get going, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.

She was actually getting to go. Yes, Gregory was driving, which wasn’t exactly ideal considering she’d wanted to drive and he would have to use a GPS to get to the exact location, but she was getting to go. She couldn’t wait to see her family — her cousins, her aunts and uncles, even her cute little nieces and nephews. And, obviously, her mom.

“God, I can’t wait for you to taste the food,” she said as Gregory unlocked his car, the two of them getting in. “It’s so good! You’ll love it! There isn’t a single person who can’t cook in my family. Well… my mom isn’t the best cook, but everyone else is amazing. And I’m so sure that they’ll love you.” She was grinning at him as they shut the doors. “Oh my god, I can show you all the places I grew up around on the way! It’ll be great! I’ll show you the park we used to play at, which was a derelict building, and the skate park my cousin used to skateboard at, also a derelict building… oh, and the library, which might be a derelict building now—”

When Janine next opened her eyes and looked out of the window, she realised that they were three blocks away. Three blocks away from her cousin’s place.

“Wha…?”

Last she recalled, they were only a couple of streets away from her apartment.

She didn’t know when she’d closed her eyes, or how she’d even fallen asleep, but the next thing she knew was that she and Gregory were about three blocks away from where they were heading — three blocks from where her family were gathering for a barbecue, from where her aunts and uncles and cousins and mom and sister—

Oh god, she’d forgotten to tell her mom that she was on her way with a friend before they left the apartment. And that, of course, she was coming late because she’d had an accident.

Some small part of her hoped she’d guessed that something had happened from how she’d texted her from the hospital the night before, telling her about how she wouldn’t be able to pick her up on the way over so she’d have to find another ride or a way to her cousin’s, but she hadn’t asked anything. She hadn’t even responded (unsurprisingly).

“We’re not far off,” Gregory explained, as though she couldn’t see it, and then he glanced over at her. “You have a good nap?” The confusion on her face probably told Gregory enough to get him to explain as he started looking around for parking. “You somehow knocked yourself out talking about five minutes into the journey. I don’t know how it happened, but I do know why.” As he slowed the car to a stop, he gave her a look.

She scowled at him. A light scowl, but it was still a scowl. She was definitely sure that she’d got enough sleep, and now he was talking as though she hadn’t got enough and that was why she’d dozed off. (It absolutely wasn’t the reason why she’d dozed off, she was sure of it.)

He sighed. “Alright then.” A few minutes later, the car was parked a block away. A block away, but Janine could hear the music already. The music that reminded her of home, which made her smile.

If she closed her eyes, she could smell the food, she was sure of it.

“Let’s go!” She didn’t even realise the car had just about stopped and her seatbelt was still on when she tried to open the door, but Gregory reached across her, stopping her.

“At least wait for me to switch off the engine.”

“You could switch it off faster.”

“You could wait five more seconds.”

She stared at him as he moved to switch of the engine, and somehow, he looked like he was moving way slower than he needed to. Her eyes were just about narrowing at him when his finger turned the key, and then the engine was off, and they were left in a silent car.

And that was when she snapped off her seatbelt and jumped out of the car. “Come on!” she called back, almost excitedly. Maybe she could have waited a little bit for him to actually get out of the car, but she didn’t turn around to check on him until she was a good few feet away and he was calling to her.

He was leaning on the top of his car, his forearms resting there with his sleeves rolled up slightly. He wasn’t the kind of person to roll his sleeves up like that, not usually, so it was kind of… anyway, he was leaning on the top of the car. “Shouldn’t we get our bags?” he called out to her.

“We can grab them later!” she called back, holding her hand out as though he was close enough for her to grab and pull along with her. “Come on!”

He seemed to hesitate for a few moments, as though he was really wondering whether her confidence in getting the bags later was really okay, before he finally gave in and moved away from his car, shutting the driver’s door and locking it behind him before walking over to her.

She didn’t realise he hadn’t expected her to take his hand until she looked up and saw that he was looking at her strangely. At least, it looked strange to her. Maybe it was normal to him. Maybe this was how he reacted to everyone taking his hand. After all, she didn’t really take his hand a lot — it was usually the kids that did that.

“Hey, are you good?” she asked, letting go of his hand with a small frown on her own face — one of genuine concern. As a side note, she hadn’t realised just how soft his hands were—

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he responded with a smile. They were just reaching the front door, so in her head she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to take him in if he felt uncomfortable for any reason, or he might get more uncomfortable and that was not her aim right then.

“Great!” She smiled at him widely before turning towards the door, raising her hand and knocking.

***

To be honest, Gregory should have expected to be at least a little bit overwhelmed by the welcome he got. After all, there were a lot of people there, and at the front door he was greeted by at least four different women whose names he definitely didn’t catch. He was pretty sure two of them were cousins of Janine’s, but he couldn’t remember.

And of course, once he got into the house fully, there were many more people whose names he didn’t catch at all. Mostly women, many of them cousins, all of them smiling at him and grabbing Janine and trying to pull her to help them out. So much laughter and shouting and there were kids running about, playing with each other. He was very sure there was someone’s grandma yelling at them to slow down or sit down or something.

This was so much louder than his family.

He needed a break, and he’d barely been there.

Despite that, his eyes kept flitting over to Janine, to where she was being pulled out through the back door to the barbecue — something about her being some sort of taste testing queen (and he was very sure that was where her ferocity with ribs came from). They’d replaced the band-aid before they left her place, cleaning the wound beneath it. It still looked ugly as all hell, something he hoped healed soon so that they could take the stitches out and Janine would go back to looking like her regular self all over. But he couldn’t help remaining worried about her, about that head injury and whether she was really coping. She was really good at brushing things off and acting as though it was all alright, but then there’d be something so seriously wrong that you wonder how she could’ve even considered keeping it secret. He hoped dearly that she wasn’t doing the same thing again and putting her health at risk to please people.

“So, Gregory, right?”

The sudden question made Gregory jump a little, pulling his attention from watching over Janine from a distance and onto someone he knew had to be one of Janine’s many cousins. Of course, he couldn’t remember her name, and he was getting the feeling that he’d passed the awkward point of no return. It was also too late to worry about that, really. He offered the woman what he hoped looked like a comfortable smile. “Yes, Gregory. Gregory Eddie.”

The woman crossed her arms. “You a friend of Janine’s?”

“Yeah I, uh…” He glanced in Janine’s direction to see if she was watching the interaction. She was not. “I’m just a colleague,” was the safe answer he opted for. After all, he didn’t know whether Janine had spoken to her family about him, about the people she worked with, and even if she had… how had she described them? Did she say they were friends, like she did to their faces, or just colleagues? He knew she wouldn’t say anything mean about them, that wasn’t the kind of thing Janine did, but he still couldn’t be sure exactly who she’d told them about, or what she’d told them.

“Just a colleague, huh?” The look she was giving him made Gregory more than a little uncomfortable. “You must be some colleague if she’s bringing you instead of Tariq.” Before Gregory could even open his mouth to say anything in response, though, she was turning and calling out to someone.

Gregory had to bite his tongue to stop himself from talking. Didn’t they know Janine had broken up with Tariq? Or maybe they had, and they thought Janine had moved on? Or maybe they were in denial about it? Either way, soon enough there was someone else walking over. Someone else that made Gregory realise he absolutely wanted to run away and clear his head for, like, five minutes, at least. Just to feel a little less overwhelmed by this whole room of very loud people.

But also because this woman looked too much like Janine to be anyone but her mother.

“Auntie Van!” The cousin was calling her aunt over and being so friendly that Gregory absolutely could not run. Not when the older woman, Janine’s mother, walked over with a cigarette between her fingers, makeup a little on the overdone side, looking very much like Janine would if she were taller, bustier, and had a very different sense of fashion.

“Tanishe,” the woman greeted, except without a smile because she was focused on Gregory. “Who’s this boy?”

The way she looked him up and down made his skin crawl.

“It’s the guy Janine brought with her. You know, instead of Tariq?”

“Mmmm.” She was still looking him up and down, even as she took a drag. “I wonder why.”

Gregory had to try very hard not to cough when she breathed into his face (it was intentional, he was very sure that it was intentional), but then she was turning away without even saying anything, swaying her hips in a way that Janine definitely wouldn’t. Janine was so different to her mother that it was… a surprise that they were even related, really.

“Well.” Gregory’s attention was brought back to Tanishe, the cousin who had apparently tried to introduce him to Janine’s mother. She was looking him up and down just as ‘Auntie Van’ had, but the look in her eyes was a whole lot less predatory. (That, of course, was the point he realised the look in Janine’s mother’s eyes was predatory.) “That’s Auntie Van. She’s practically in charge here.” Tanishe folded her arms. “If she don’t like you, you’re gonna have to go.”

Gregory wanted to ask if she’d liked Tariq, and then realised that she had to have. She had to have liked the guy for him to be with Janine for so long. It was a stupid question.

“You’re just lucky she hasn’t made a decision on you yet.” And with that, Tanishe turned and walked away, following Auntie Van into the kitchen or wherever that woman had headed off to.

Gregory let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d even been holding. That was before she’d made a decision on him? That felt a whole lot like her making a decision already and deciding to hide it until he gave her a reason to say it and get rid of him. Which, of course, would be difficult considering he was Janine’s ride. They’d agreed to be there together for the whole weekend. Maybe he’d find a cheap hotel or something, somewhere to stay for the weekend if she kicked him out.

The smell of cigarettes lingered, though, and he glanced towards the kitchen to see Janine being fussed over by a couple of her cousins.

She was fine… right?

That was all that was on his mind as he turned and headed for the back door to get some fresh air. He had to get the smell of cigarettes out of his nose, and even with the limited grass space outside? It was better than the smell of tobacco.

As he stepped outside though, he couldn’t help but think, ‘This space… could use a lot of work.’ But, of course, he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

#writing: mine #abbott elementary fanfiction #fandom: abbott elementary #abbott elementary #writing: fanfic writings #gregory x janine #gregory eddie #janine teagues #multichap: will you be my maybe

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

This is loosely inspired by one of the incorrect quotes I did a month ago: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/713898214997278720/the-nile-river-egypt-a-few-miles-from-kom-ombo

Basically this drawing takes place during the 2nd half of "Stardust Crusaders" where our heroes finally made it to Egypt, Iggy joins the trip(albeit against his will), and my Jojo OC Medea, who was a agent of DIO, got caught and became their mole.

During their trip to Cairo, we witness Iggy being a jerk to the Crusaders and everyone around them, Medea being no exception as he raids her backpack of her personal belongings.

Her pajamas, her underwear, her toiletries, her game, her...."lady things", all just to mess with her and get his little paws on the ham sandwiches that she packed for her trip to Aswan.

Fun fact: Yesterday while I was still coloring this, one of my three uncles(my Dad's younger brothers) was visiting my house and actually saw what I was doing and thought the colors looked great.

That really puts a smile on my face.

Medea King belongs to me

#artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #iggy #jojo oc #oc #foodporn #anime food #ham sandwich #backpack #dirty clothes #nintendo switch #raiding

[plaindangan]

Heeeeello! Let me welcome you to the ask work! I hope you will have fun, big smooches.

Anyway now for the ask.

(No hopes peak AU Shuichi X Kaede) Saihara Shuichi did it! He’s finally a full fledged detective! Admitedly he’s still very not confident in himself and shy, especially around girls (which his uncle and mentor told him more than once, causing a lot of cute reaction from the admitedly quite feminine looking (except for what’s under his pants~) emo-looking femboy)

And today he’s going to take on his very first case alone! Well he wished he had an assistant but it’s not like he had many friends, and kaito his quite busy being in space as we speak. But anyway, his mission is simple, investigate and find who could be behind the theft of an expensive necklace at a very high-ranked gentleman club .. well, admitedly it looks more like a theatre, especially considering the fact the main attraction, the pianist, who is also the one who owned the necklace, is the reason why it’s so popular, some say she’s the new reincarnation of a sexy seductive Venus! .. and some says part of her body are so large they could be confused with planets, but it’s not like Shuichi liked curvy girls in particular. (It’s a lie, he DEFINITELY has a ultra thicc tall girl kink. Funny considering his own butt his incredibly large for a boy.) Uh, funny, she has the same name as his childhood friend crush who he told he was gonna marry when he was very young. Anyway hopefully it will go well!

(Spoilers, after that adventure a lot of problem are fixed, he has a girlfriend, good income, AND an assistant… hopefully he would be able to focus around her~)

(If you don’t like some part don’t hesitate to contact me in my dms so we can change what’s wrong , also Kaede is definitely gonna wear an ultra sexy dress~… or lewder~)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

They say that reality has its perks...and boy was Shuichi realizing that even the rumors her heard about Club Harmony's owner tended to not live up to how magnificent the truth was.

When he first got there, the club owner, Kaede Melodic (a name that brought back nostalgia memories...but certainly couldn't be her) was in the midst of her show. Beautiful, radiant, blonde hair that seemed to glow under the spotlight. Fingers that graced and played a melody that could rival even famed pianists in terms of skill. That had hypnotized every person, male or female, with its tune.

And, yes, there was no shame that she was incredibly sexy. Her curvy body was coated in a purple dress, that was hardly leaving much to the imagine in terms of covering her incredibly large breasts that seemed to dwarf friggin' solar systems, which seemed to jiggle ever so slightly as she played - enough to ensure people's eyes would remain on her show no matter what!~

When the taller woman stood up, giving a demonstration on how much said dress clung tightly to her body and how said dress had plump thighs exposed, people found themselves hollering like crazy. Shuichi only barely resisted doing the same, but did find himself clapping just as intently...hm? She had winked at the crowd, which earned even more fervor...but why did it feel like it was aimed at him. Like specifically?

Dismissing such thoughts, Shuichi had to wait until after clean up and the other patrons left, before he could meet his client. Knocking on the door of her dressing room he heard a sultry voice from behind it: "Come in!~" "Ah, ma'am, I'm hear to talk ab-oh!?" Her face turned bright red as he bared witness to Kaede as she sat in front of her dressing mirror, seemingly putting on her make-up. As it turns out, Kaede's dress was a backless one...and boy did it reach low. Just low enough that large peach that she calls her rump was partially exposed...and the fact it didn't seem like she was wearing underwear!! Shuichi began to stammer out, half embarrassed and thinking he should leave....and 'another part' of him stirring, getting him excited as he couldn't bare to turn away!

Kaede noticed through her mirror, and a small smile formed from her plump lips. Turning around and standing up (which had the effect of Shuichi realizing how much this woman towered over him), she sauntered up to him, hips moving ever so seductively. Stopping when she was right in front of him - of giving him a personal closer at her enticing breasts - said smile turned almost cheeky in nature.

"Like what you see, Detective?~ You always were a lover of the 'larger' side of life!~" That smile...that playful tone...it was then that the pieces finally put into to place for Shuichi. This was...his precious friend Kaede! Kaede Akamatsu!~

"I-It's you!? I-I didn't expect! I mean! I..." Kaede giggled at Shuichi's reactions and wagged her finger teasingly.

"What? That I'd grow up looking like a total bombshell? That'd I be just your type?~" she teased and pulled the detective in for a hug. A hug that had him face first in what seemed to be the world's softest set of boobs most would dream of getting a glimpse of!~ Doesn't help that the rest of his body was so pressed up against her alluring one which were as equally amazing...especially to that 'other part' of him that was barely containing itself.

"Pssh, the case can await a bit later...I've been so eager to talk to you ever since I saw that ad for your agency online! We have so much to discuss...and to do?~" That sultry voice came back and, as Shuichi glanced up, he could see a lustful smirk on her face. Slowly, Kaede reached down and grabbed at the detective's bottom. Even for a guy, Kaede could tell he had an ass that most girl's would envy. His pants seemed to be just straining to keep himself

"Aaaaah~" He moaned out, face flushed and flustered. Only encouraging Kaede to continue, pulling down both his pants and boxers....after a couple of tries given how tightly they clung to him. Once off, she was practically salivating as she squeezed and rubbed the pale rump in her midset. Jiggly and squishy to the core. Kaede could play with it all day.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one to grow up into something stunning!~ I could just sit you down and play with this all day.....but I can feel something else clamoring for my attention!~" By now, Shuichi couldn't hide it. Her large, thick, rod was now fully poking at Kaede's thighs. Just begging and throbbing to be place between them!~ Something looked ever so apologetically about.

"K-kaede! I-I'm so-!!" Her was about to apologize before a kiss broke such thing....and he found himself getting lost in how sweet it felt!~ A silent answer: there was nothing to be apologetic about!

As Shuichi felt her slender fingers reach around, softly grip at his member, stroke it (or to be exact 'play it' as if it was a piano key) and eventually situate itself in-between her awaiting thighs...he knew that this was going to be quite the long night before the case could ever actually be talked about.

The first of many long nights as, with Kaede's help, they found the thief responsible...and she happily stuck around!~ Club Harmony became a place where Shuichi could use as a second office, where both could conspire to figure out their next case, to 'investigate' each other's bodies some more...

To eventually get married in!~

#DRakamatsu-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #coweade asks

[postcards-to-home]

Letting Go: 2023

‘Have you taken a look at your old posts?” Yes, sort of, thats kind of what brought me to dig that password out again to make a post. “Well read them again. They’re pretty…inspirational actually. Truly. Just please do it.”

Shape of You/ Ed Sheeran

Fitting 9 people deep into a 5 seater Toyota Fitz at 2 am was not how I anticipated starting the year off. Riding the center console with all the windows rolled up I wondered out loud who the hell was sober enough to drive this thing back to the Aruba Beach Club? Last I recalled we had closed Ricardo's down after slamming over 100 beers in 3 hours, with a unanimous cry from the bartenders, ``You guys broke the record of the most beers ever consumed in one shift.``We’d managed to hit downtown, with chaos tailing closely behind us until open signs flickered off. Someplace between the Ritz and Hilton we huddled on the beach forming a semi circle around a fat Dutchmaster with our fingers cupping the flame of a single lighter. The waves trickled below the pier we stood on as we watched the boats pass between Venezuela and our tiny island of Aruba. Leave it to D-rock to get weed immediately after passing through customs. As a gang of cousins, It was a first for us to all be together overseas. There was peace between us all as we star gazed, except for Tyler filming himself in the background talking about "getting his bag" and "visiting the red-light district". Good Ole Frank shoved us into the clown car half dead at 3 am managing to hit every speed bump he could until we crash landed at the ABC hotel. Jason never made it out of bed the next day and Frank managed to be at the pool by 9. I understand entirely how we are family after that joy ride.

Im Good (Blue) // David Guetta & Bebe Rexha

Trips with family are always special and I wish I could have had that same feeling I had cruising down the Aruban highway at 3am as I did in Las Vegas this year for my Bachelorette party. While It didn’t pan out that way that I had pictured in my mind, those that made the journey sure did make me smile. The trip itself panned out so far in the other direction I actually wondered if anyone would give a shit about that one time I had 3 vodka cranberries on a vintage casino tour where I took pictures of the retro shag rugs with cowboys on them and fell asleep by 10pm sharp. It was the same trip in which I got to dress up like a bedazzled flamingo and had all my besties shower me with love, something I can't be thankful enough for. They had the ball literally dropped on their heads and they managed to keep moving forward with my happiness as the focus. It wouldn't have been a "Nicole" Trip if I didn't make a fool of myself at least once. I realized after I got off the elevator that my underwear were in fact tucked into the outside of my shirt with the worst part being I was 100% sober. Despite no one winning thousands of dollars or managing to buy a lap dance we did trek through the desert in a hot pink jeep and that was the highlight of the entire trip.After that, we flew home, we threw out anything that had to do with those that hurt us intentionally and we let that shit go.

When I grow up // The pussycat Dolls

Fast Car// Luke Combs

The year snowballed, and if I may, I’d like to address the elephant in the room. I’ll save everyone the details but I hope this is the last year of my life I have to experience the sudden violent interjection of a fentanyl overdose once again and the familiar destruction it brings. I hope those reading never have to live with seeing your family crowded around the kitchen window sobbing as you see your uncle bent over, dead on the sofa from a coke overdose.Upsetting and startling to read? Yes, but at least he wasn't found crumpled in a ball on the bathroom floor like his son was.  It was of no surprise to receive the news, still tragic no less. It's the one time in my life I wish my intuition was wrong. My mom reminded me I’d called it,emphasizing the need to never tell her in advance when my spidey senses tell me things are going to go south with someone. I had no memory of telling cousin Robert this in January but he wasted no time reminding everyone I knew this would happen before it happened. Jay and I spoke to the officer at the scene on a first name basis hearing “This is the 9th one this week.” It clicked there standing in the rain that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, something I said to Tommy at 9 years old. He was pretty pissed to hear that back then as a 15 year old delinquent. Yet here I am breathing and his ashes are now somewhere in the Moab desert, Schaghticoke, with bitch face and gram down at the cemetery in Cohoes . It was bad enough we buried aunt Ona next to Gram on Thursday but having to go back on Friday to bury Jr in the adjacent plot the following day was just simply too much for us. Maybe we all should have taken those free narcans Grandma Debbie was giving out two Decembers ago that she got from the county jail. But I'll let that thought go.

Way of the Truine God// Tyler Childs

There came a point in the year where pounding the pavement felt like second nature. Work, farm, picking, shows, repeat.Toggling google maps and driving down back country roads into no mans land had me thinking I was pioneering my own adventure.But then standing outside some abandoned house, freezing in line with #27 stuffed in my back pocket I would wonder , is this even fucking worth it? Somewhere close by a  grouchy bastard cranked a heater next to me mumbling about the cast iron pan he wants at the sale. “Cheap thrills” Id giggle sifting through some dead person's Attic knee deep in a mouse house. I drove chaotically through the tri-county region slinging antiques, singing reggaeton of all things at the top of my lungs, driving down 787 doing 90 in a 65mph. We  trucked car loads of plants to antique shows this year all thanks to Dad, Jay mom and Toni. Success is easy when you have a mini squad of family cheering you on the sidelines, willingly sacrificing Saturday mornings to unload trailers at 7am. I was living the dream and my heart would explode on the good days. On the bad days I’d doubt myself but maybe it was willpower, or just simply my spirit throttling my vessel screaming “ You’ve got this,” but It all worked out the way either way.I let my doubt go.

Just Breathe// Pearl Jam

I understood the meaning of family even more when Jimmy and I were sipping Vodka sodas at the Saratoga Civic Center watching Marissa cross the stage for her high school graduation. Somewhere in between slow sipping and clapping Jen lost her large $1 Mcdonalds diet coke all over the venue floor.Poppy with no hearing aids stood by with judgment in his eyes while I took “Obituary” pictures. He wondered out loud "What the hell is going on," but his voice was lost in the crowd and he couldn't give damn.

Just like we did 7 summers ago, we took that first ride out to college for move in day except this time it was Marissa's turn.We dropped  Marissa off at college just two weeks shy of Jay and I’s wedding wondering what would transpire in the two weeks before her return. We conspired how her first term would go over chili and chicken tenders at the only bar in town. I heard alot of bitching about leaving a purse behind a dumpster and “I need a fucking smoke.” between gram and pops. With a black coffee and fresh pack of reservation grade cigs, poppy and I hit the road home from SUNY Morrisville. Believe it or not pops spent the entire two hours chatting about the past in a way I never knew he was capable of. I'll never see him the same way again, and i'm content with it. We started out with “ I dont believe in god so when I'm gone just do whatever makes you guys feel good,” and ended with “ I’m glad we got to talk to Nicole, I really liked it. I still don't believe in God but I believe you speak to my mom in your dreams and I can’t explain that.” It was an entire short novel of everything I ever wanted to know explained all at once leaving me with sentiments of peace.

Drive//Alan Jackson

The pivot towards happily ever after did not commence until walking back up the aisle to catch a drink in my hand.  What a magical day we had. Chalking the day up in my mind I anticipated something far less significant than what had actually happened, simply put, a beautiful day. A day that was talked about with anxiety and ten tons of stress for nearly two years straight, amassing to a single day of blissful drinking surrounded by LOVE and all our favorite people. It felt like our own movie premier, except it was the start our "New life". We had a crowd of family stare at us with tears of laughter in their eyes as we shared our first dance to Hootie and the Blow fish’s “Only wanna be with you." If you're wondering it was totally the wrong choice, last minute and we weren't nearly drunk enough to hide how mortified we were swinging each other round and round. Endless bouts of laughter rang throughout the entire night helping to deflect the thought that some of my favorite people in the world weren’t able to be in attendance that day. Despite the potential for rain as my dad predicted, the day was nothing but sunshine and bliss. A few people cried over their ex’s in the corner that I never saw while one guy went fishing in the pond catching a small mouth bass. Shortly after that he managed to drop an entire keg on his head leaving an egg sized welt on his forehead perfectly positioned for his headlamp to rest on. It all came to an end with everyone barefoot, slurring words in the barn at 2 am, muddy from drunkenly falling down the hill that the barn sat upon. With ruined dresses, we ran out of water and woke the next day with black feet and nothing but giggles. 

Galaxy// Quavo

Controversial to popular opinion, honeymoons are not easy breezy lemon squeezy and probably shouldn't be taken immediately after your wedding day unless you're prepared to melt from exhaustion prior to landing someplace thousands of miles from home. I will admit it was pretty cool to ride in a cop car through Newark airport while also being personally escorted through TSA all thanks to Josh. After that Jay and I tumbled fast, hitting EU soil with peak levels of bitchiness letting Mallorca test my zen before even getting there. European mannerisms are something we are still coming to terms with and my Spanish is still B2 at best despite Laura’s constant push for me to do more and be better. "Nico, you can do this, it will be easy, you know this." No one told me it was Catalonian Spanish..

If it weren't for Jason driving on 3 hours of sleep and a Xanax I'm not sure we would have survived the first 8 hours on the island (Ok I would have made it but it wouldn't have been an endless laugh).There is no other person on this earth I could imagine driving a fiat with into a plaza full of people..No one else I could picture driving down a one lane country rode with singing Quavos “Fuel Up” and crashing into a rock wall,forcing me to get out of the car and wave down a local for support. It would have been pretty awesome if a camera crew appeared to remind us of that moment of defeat when I bitchly slammed the car door in jays face, saying “STFU ill fix this,” while he sat defeated from the days series of unfortunate events. That tire was the only thing preventing us from entering an air-conditioned unit and I wasn't going to let my man melt away. Senior Tony came to the rescue after I waved him down through barbed fencing, letting me into his gated home to ask in Spanish for support along with his wifi password. All that to find out the parking break was jammed and our rental house had timed AC of 1 hour a day from 3-4am. 

Still,there's no person other than Jay i’d rather crash our vespa with in deadstop traffic just moments before returning the rental. Jay and I are what romcoms are made from. We lived it, we survived and we laughed the entire ride down the one lane mountain rode in one piece. We trash talked the guy with "Love” tattooed on his neck that told jay to never ride a vespa again because he's never been so scared in his life to watch a man ride one like jay.Jay's also the guy I can always count on to make friends with the black girls with the speaker and meet random townies at the bar with. His energy is truly unmatched. Bless his heart for picking me, his one beer queer that pees in dirt parking lots at 10pm on our honeymoon to live with the rest of his life.

6PM en Mallorca/ Eladio Carrion

There would be days where I was simply vibrating with the need to do it all at once and then some on an empty stomach and a few energy drinks. Healthy wasn't on my radar so I suffered the consequences. It shouldn't have been shocking to learn I was diagnosed with HSP (Highly sensitive person) but to be simply put, it felt like someone gave me the answer I’d been looking for my whole life. Jokingly, I now had an excuse for my hangry episodes, dramatic mood drops and inability to tolerate social outings for longer than 2.5 hours before committing an Irish goodbye home to charge my social battery. Swan would say “Hey Nicole, hows your HSP these days,” like an asshole and we’d all laugh at the thought of me actually having a real life crisis and not something I exaggerated. With this revelation I was mildly pissed because it meant Taylor was sort of right in saying I was autistic all those years ago. While she was sneaking cookies in her sock drawer, feeding her 8 month pregnant belly on the o there side of our shared wall, she screamed at me I was autistic because I didn’t care for loud noises or her shitty attitude. On the spectrum or not, I'll let that go too.

Seasons change and things wound down. It's January as I write this with my health intact along with everything else in my mental portfolio. I've stopped hearing from my manager “ Nicole Im worried about your mental health, maybe you should take time off.”  and instead I'm hearing from those around me “Congratulations" and "you should feel so proud." I am proud actually, its a new feeling. I learnt a lot of lessons this year but ultimately it boils down to one simple message that applies to every facet of our existence: Light & Love. Thats it.

As long as youre striving to be as close to light and love as possible, whatever that is for you, then it will all work out in the end. And It really has. My whole life feels lighter just knowing as long as I gravitate towards genuine love and goodness, all good things will follow and come back.

  "The whole universe is always about love and when it isnt about love its about the absence of love."

Thanks for reading,

NRCM

*Want to read my old posts? Curious what about the past, or just simply nosey? Click "Past Work" on the left to read all my old shit.

#pch18

[pr14nce15]

And we are Back!!!

Hey guys, it's Prince here. And we are finally back. We've had to a break as other commitments are more essential for us all but, it feels good to be back. As Mom is getting older, she has passed this on to me as Simone has her own life and probably can't keep up. so it's my turn. Wooo! So what’s going on with everyone then. We start with my lot. 

The McNeal’s:

So Mom and Dad are very well, they had lots of opportunities coming and they took them as they always do 😂 but one thing that has been a hard loss is losing the shop that my mom loved so much. Because the rent for the shop was starting to increase, it started to get too expensive for both of them so they had to let go. Another thing that has been difficult for us for these past couple of months, is more loss. After losing my Grandad Michael, things just went downhill. We lost my Grandma Kristina and my Grandma Michelle. Grandma Kristi was still grieving for my Grandad and was making herself really bad from it. Unfortunately, the grief got so bad that she took her own life and it was hard for Dad to process because he was still grieving from Grandad but at the end of the day we just have to keep going strong for them. We know that’s what they would have wanted from us all. Now we don’t really talk about my Mom’s family too much obviously except for Auntie Keisha but, lately, we have all been very close to Grandma Michelle and Grandad Chris. Little did we know she was suffering from the Early stages of dementia and we all took our part in looking after her even though it was really hard for both my mom and Keisha knowing their mom doesn’t know who her family is. It was hard for us all to watch. My Uncle Marcus on the other hand couldn’t bare the idea of seeing his mom in the state she was in. He was scared of what he was going to face but with the support of all of us and Helen, he decided to be there for her. We all came together to have our last moments and goodbyes with her. So as it stands it’s just Grandad Chris who is left and he is now living with Mom and Dad now. But even with him we just don’t know how long we have with him either but no matter what we have got to cherish every moment we have together.

So remember I said there is a lot that has happened in the past couple of months… yeah, there has been. Simone and Cole are doing great. They have been on the rocks for some time but at times like these, they really need each other, especially with the stuff that Cole is going through. I will explain later on… I always worry about Simone; now I can keep an eye on her and Cole. I keep forgetting that she is still a teenager and needs her space but as her older brother, I want to be there for her. Especially with all the stuff we have gone through and for what’s to come.

And for me and Sierra, we are doing great too. Even better than before. We have just been doing us and living our lives. She is my peace. My home. And my one and only love. I know for a fact that this is the woman I will marry someday. I can feel it. It’s me and her against the world. I'm so glad me and Sierra have finally got a home to ourselves. No worries about who's gonna walk in while we are... you know, Walking around in our underwear, having more fun than we do back at Mom and Dad's. For now, we shall see what surprises could happen in the next few months. For us guys, we just need something good to happen after all this sadness that’s been about lately.

#sims 4 story #the sims 4

[lelua-quotes]

My mother was a gorgeous model when young (the 1930’s); not too bright, but a gorgeous blue eyed redhead. Everyone focused on her looks, making comments about them. Her mother was a very young widow who lived near her childless sister and bachelor brothers, all of whom made a huge fuss over my mother partly, I assume, because she was growing up without a father. Her aunt hand-made her clothes, right down to her underwear; she always maintained a beautiful wardrobe that she constantly bragged about. Mom’s uncles gave her money and gifts, showering attention on her, while ignoring her brother. She eventually learned that her looks were her best (and only?) asset and they made her exceptional.

I was told many times that she didn’t want children; my father did and having kids was all his “fault”. He was a USAF officer/pilot, so after her single days were over, the exciting lifestyle and constant attention from the other military men continued. She used to tell me that women didn’t like her because they were jealous. The truth was, women didn’t like her because she was a vain narcissist. She HATED any kind of competition from women because, in her mind, that would diminish her special assets. She had to be the most beautiful and most desired woman in the room. Her life was a constant game of “mirror, mirror, on the wall”. She craved the attention.

I was a pretty little girl (hard not to be with my parents’ genes) but, worse, I had my father’s brains instead of my mother’s, thankfully. So, I excelled in things that she didn’t. In self-defense, she would brag that her male teachers passed her in high school because she was so beautiful. Even worse to her mind, since my dad was the one who wanted kids, he loved my brother and me unconditionally, and it showed. He was very proud of our accomplishments, too. From my mother’s point of view, it was ok for my brother to have my father’s love because, as a boy, she didn’t consider him as competition for my father’s real attention. But, with me, a GIRL(!), she couldn’t stand it. SHE was the only female he was supposed to love and admire.

I spent my years from puberty, on, being put down, criticized, and one-upped by my mother. “Well, when I was your age, I had all the boys lined up at my door, waiting to ask me out”, with the unspoken “you can’t compete with me” always hanging in the air. When I was 33 and had just had my second child, my parents came for a visit after not seeing us for about 4–5 months. When they arrived, I opened the front door to my father, who gave me a big hug and smile, and was obviously happy to see me. My mother, however, only said, “Well, I can see you’ve stopped nursing the baby.” This kind of thing continued until the day she died in 2003 at age 86 years.

It took many, many years to finally figure out that my relationship with my mother was toxic and she was a narcissist, incapable of loving anyone but herself. As kids, we have a tendency to think our parental relationships are normal, even when they aren’t. It was my ex-husband who opened my eyes by telling me he didn’t like the way my mother treated me. I thought to myself, “you mean my hurt is justified?” It was a long process, after that, but I finally got my head straightened out and no longer suffer the ill effects of her abuse (I think). I now understand that the problem wasn’t with me.

My dad’s been gone since 1979, and I still miss him every single day. But, I never shed a single tear over my mother … like I told a friend about Mom’s memorial service, there wasn’t a wet eye in the room, not even the grandchildren. What’s to miss?

https://www.quora.com/Why-do-some-mothers-view-their-daughters-as-rivals-to-compete-against

[hotjellycow]

𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 🤤

You packed Eris clothes up in her little backpack as she sat playing on her new purple tablet, Aizawa was sitting behind her, putting her hair in two small pig tails.

"Are you sure you packed enough clothes? I don't want here to get there and not have enough" Shota asked watching you pack, "Yes Shota, she'll only be gone for 5 days it'll be fine," you answered zipping up the bag and setting it aside.

Aizawa sighed ,"I know im just worried," he said tying the ponytail in place, "Hey Eri go get your shoes on ok?" You asked her, she nodded jumping off the chair and running off to her room. You came up behind Shota putting your chin on his shoulder "She'll be ok my love," you reassured him he leaned back against you closing his eyes, "Plus it's our 10 year anniversary my love, we deserve to celebrate," he nodded before a loud ring came the front door prompting you to pull away from each other.

"He must be here c'mon," you said grabbing Eri's bags and walking towards the door. You opened it revealing Hizashi with his classic smile ,"Hey there (Y/n) i'm here for the kid!" You smiled, "Hello Hizashi, shell be right out and thanks again for taking care of her we appreciate it," you said sincerely.

"Oh its nothing plus you two deserve to have 'fun' for your anniversary, hmmm~" he said with a knowing smirk.

"That's enough now," Shota said carrying Eri in his hands, he handed her over to Hizashi while she was still on her tablet he also handed her the backpack. "Now you remember the rules," Aizawa asked, "Yeah yeah, bed at 8, not too many sweets blah blah blah, its fine don't worry~" he mocked smiling.

"And not too much tablet time," Aizawa added. Hizashi nodded, "Yes yes you can count on me" you walked up to Eri and kissed her head, "be good for uncle ok?" She simply nodded.

"Good, daddy loves you," you smiled she smiled back hugging you goodbye.

Aizawa did the same and you two waved goodbye standing on the porch as they drove away, you saw Shotas face and he looked slightly worried, "don't worry my love she'll be ok," you smiled hugging his waist he nodded leaning into you, you kissed his neck softly before leading him into the house.

~skip to the horny~

Aizawa put on the final part of his outfit before looking at himself in the full body mirror for a moment as you waited for him outside on the bed completely nude except for your underwear.

Aizawa saw how the fabric fit his body frame beautifully exposing his body except for his sensitive parts. He was very embarrassed but he love it, and he knew you would like it. He stepped out of the restroom in the clothing seeing you sit up when you saw what he was wearing. "Well this is surprise," you said watching his hips sway as he walked towards you.

He crawled towards you and sat himself down onto your lap placing his hands around your neck. "It's a special day so i got it just for you," Shota said leaning in to kiss your lips. You softly kissed each other before he leaned into whisper in your ear, "Wanna see the best part?"

Nodding with a dumb ass smile on your face he leaned back putting his weight on his palms. Moving his hips he showed his ass where there was a hole completely showing his ass hole.

"Wow that's definitely a surprise," you said your eyes widening since Shota never really brought anything like this, specially by himself. You were usually buying all the toys and sometimes when you were feeling horny you would shop for sexy lingerie for you gorgeous husband. You kissed his neck leaving wet kisses all over his jaw and neck, he sighed in content closing his eyes leaning his head back loving the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Wrapping your hands around his waist you pulled him closer to your body, "(Y/n)..." he let out a soft whisper moving his hips gently against yours.

You let out a low hum kissing up his neck, he put his head back down to face you when you pulled away from him. Aizawa leaned in forward to meet his lips with yours then pulled away biting your lower lip teasingly, letting go of your bottom lip he kissed you again, you pushed your tongue into his mouth his tongue meeting yours.

Kissing each other softly you pulled away to catch your breaths then dove back in even rougher than before, your tongues pushing against each other perfectly.

Shota pulled away from you suddenly noticing how you leaned in further trying to kiss him again making him laugh quietly, he gave your lips a peck and saw a small trail of saliva leave your mouth and down to your chin, he smirked wiping it away with his thumb.

Shota put his hand in your hair and tugged making you let out a groan, he teasingly grinded against your covered dick with his slightly exposed one making you both let out soft pants and groans.

The more you two grinded up against each other the harder you felt your boners get, growing and growing by the second before he stopped making you confused. He removed his arms from your neck moving off of you to the side of you then he positioned himself on top of your chest where his ass was facing you directly his legs on both sides of your body trying not put too much weight on your.

The fabric on his ass made him all the more beautiful with the way it framed his exposed ass hole (I can never find the right word for asshole/dick)

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks but you felt the familiar rope suddenly tie your hands in a tight hold making you unable to move at all. "You can look but you can't touch," he said letting out a teasing chuckle as he saw you try and pull at the scarf while staring at his ass.

Shota looked back in front of him where you covered boner was, he pulled them down making your dick spring out excitedly, "Wow your really horny hmm?" he said wrapping his fingers around it.

He pushed his hair back from face and leaned forward making his ass pop out more in your face, he gave small licks to your tip before taking it into your mouth sucking your red tip moving his hand up and down on the rest.

"Shit, wait Shota~" you groaned feeling yourself become sensitive with him just sucking the tip of your dick.

You tried to move your hips up so that he would take more of you into his mouth but his other hand held you down and the restraints limited your body movement. The more his wet tongue licked the tip of your dick and his hand jacked you off the hotter you could feel your lower body get.

"Shota, Shota~" you whispered his name, he knew you were about the cum by the way your dick twitched in his hold and by the way pre cum dripped from your tip into his mouth.

He sucked harder making you groan loudly pulling roughly on the scarf that held your arms from your beautiful husbands ass, just sitting there teasing you even more. You felt your self about to cum so you tried your best to move your hips, "Cumming Shota, fuckk~ wait!~" he didn't even slow down but went faster sucking even harder and right when you were about to cum he suddenly took you all into his mouth making you let out a choked moan cumming inside of his mouth.

He stayed there licking your tip before pulling off of you some cum falling onto your dick, he kissed the tip of your dick before leaning back up.

"Wow you came a lot, is it from my ass?" he asked looking back at your face all red and sweaty, you didn't answer just trying to regain your breath but you did nod slightly.

"Cute," he said moving off of your body again to turn himself back around to face you, he examined your face seeing how you panted with a red hot and sweat dropping from your head, he loved it.

Seeing your face like that made his boner even harder,  "Are you ready (Y/n)? I already stretched myself in the bathroom," you nodded, "Please Shota~" you mumbled looking up him, he reached his hand behind him taking a hold of your dick. He moved his hand a couple of times making you nice and hard again.

Aizawa squatted over you flexing his muscles and positions your cock into his loose asshole, he pushed your sensitive tip in before taking a breath and pushing the rest in.

He sat there with you inside of him looking down at you, "You feel warm Shota," you mumbled looking up at him with side smile, he laughed leaning down to kiss your lips. Moving his hips slowly grinding down on your dick making you mouth moan a little.

Leaning away he lifted his hips up then bringing them back down , "Mmm~" he moaned repeating this action even faster fucking himself on tip of your cock. His hot walls wrapped around your cock perfectly making it hard not to orgasm right there, looking up at Aizawa's pleasured face you could tell he was trying his best not to let out his loud erotic moans.

Your eyebrows and teeth clenched together in frustration from not being able to touch your handsome husbands body, Shota noticed your facial expression and decided to be nice.

"You wanna touch me right, maybe if you ask nicely I'll let you," he smirked stopped his bouncing to grinding down on you making you moan together from the over stimulation, "Please untie me, Shota, please~" You begged thrusting up into him to persuade him. He hummed pretending to think but he couldn't say no when you asked so politely, he leaned forward untying the scarf by hand to make you wait a little longer.

When you felt the restrains off of your hands you bought them forward groping your husbands ass roughly, you thrusted up into him before he could lean back down making his body jolt as he let out a loud moan.

You continued lifting his ass up still fondling it roughly continuing to thrust up into his loose ass, Shota moved his hands to your shoulder once he regained his balance and helped to lift himself up and down. "Oh f-f-fuckkk!~" he moaned loudly his eyes opened wide with drool falling from his pretty lips, his hair framing his pretty little face.

You moved one of your hands off of his ass and up his back to his hair tangling your fingers in his long black locks and tugged roughly making his head go back.

His tongue shot out of his mouth as small tears made there way in his eyes, his eyes going wider, one thing about Shota he loved having his hair pulled the slight pain was nothing but extreme pleasure for him.

"A-ahhhhh~! ah! yes (Y/n)~!" he moaned out his nails digging into your shoulder making it hurt but you didn't care too in the moment to notice. "I'm gonna c-cum! I'm gonna cumm~! Fuck~" Shota moaned a small wet patch forming in his black underwear though only barely visible.

Wow that's hot, you thought to yourself thrusting up into him before unloading inside of him letting out a loud moan and groan.

You grinded him down onto your dick before stopping to catch your breaths, "Fuck (y/n)," he laughed breathlessly making you smile at your beautiful husband. You moved to lay him down pulling out in the process making him groan, he plopped on the mattress looking up you with his watery eyes, "Come on baby this ain't over we still have all night," you smirked moving between his thighs, "Pfft I know," he responded pulling you down by your neck to kiss you.

As you shared a rough passionate you re positioned yourself and thrusted into Aizawa making him let out a small choked moan into the kiss but he didn't pull away.

You did holding his waist as you pounded into him hitting his prostate dead on, Aizawa squeezed his eyes shut focusing on your cock hitting his prostate with so much force. "I l-love you (Y/n)!~" he moaned tossing his head back into the pillows below him, you smiled, "I love you too Shota~" you groaned leaning down and biting his neck smacking noises filling the room along with moans of pleasure.

You trailed down leaving kisses where you had left hickies earlier, you looked down and saw Shotas cock pushing up against the underwear that confined it.

You moved one of your hands down pushing the panties down letting his cock pop out exposed in all its glory, "Ngh!" he moaned feeling his cock hit the air.

Taking his thighs into your hand you squeezed it roughly pushing them up to where you knew he could handle it, getting a better angle you hit his prostate with ease making Shota nearly see stars as his body shook.

"Fuck, yes! yes!~" he screamed out tears falling freely, his hands were on your hands trying to hold onto something to steady himself but every thrust just made his body shake roughly.

He squeezed your hands that were placed on his thighs when he felt his body becoming too hot for him to handle, "(Y/n)~! please I'm gonna cum!~ harder!" he screamed looking up you the best he could with lust filled eyes and his tongue out of his mouth. You put your head down sticking your tongue out and pushing it into his mouth capturing his loud moans with yours, drool leaked from in between your mouths.

You both moaned together looking into each others eyes, feeling yourself about to cum and Shota being close you thrusted faster , pulling away from the kiss you both let out a final moan feeling orgasmic pleasure together as you came inside of him once more.

Cum squirted out of Shotas slit going on both of your naked bodies, "(Y/n)! f-fuck!~ yesss!~" he screamed with his eyes widened as his body convulsed aggressively then he finally went weak.

You both panted as you plopped down next your husband who was still on cloud nine, his face showing how mind fucked he was. He finally regained his breath but was still weak and drowzy so you pulled him into your arms, "(Y/n) dirty..." he mumbled to which you hummed in agreement picking him up to the restroom with you where you set up the warm bath for both of you.

You placed him on your lap and though it was slightly uncomfortable you didn't care, you were cleaning up your husband as he layed on your chest closing his sleepy eyes.

"We still have a lot more celebrating to do," you said smiling at him, "I can't wait," he mumbled with a genuine smile finally falling asleep.

You let him sleep as you cleaned him up then bought him into bed where you had changed the sheets for him. Stretching your arms you got down under the blanket holding his body in yours closing your eyes letting sleep take you before a ringing came from your nightstand.

Picking it up you saw it was Hizashi calling so you answered, "Whats up?" you said, "Hey man how was the first night or am I interrupting something?" he joked, you laughed "Well Shota passed out," you said. "Nice." 

So many people wanted Aizawa it was crazy

#male reader #seme male reader #anime #dom male reader #gaylove #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha x reader #fanfic

[rowanaelinn]

If your requests are still open I have one for Rowaelin so this is smutty obviously because you’re the queen of Rowaelin smut. So I’m picturing Aelin is feeling blah about her body and doesn’t feel like Rowan desires her anymore maybe after they have a baby or two and Rowan finds this out so he decides to prove it to her with tender/passionate mirror sex. And he worships her like the goddess she is. This scenario has been living rent free in my brain for the past few days and I couldn’t find it anywhere so 🤞🏼

This is crazy because this exact prompt has been in my to-write list ever since august?? anyway, here it is.

Warning: NSFW | Word count: 2,8k

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Aelin Ashryver Galathynius loved her job as a queen so much that she had believed she wouldn’t love anything else more, with the exception of her mate. For a century or so, every day she had been proved right. But, she had soon found out she loved being a mother more than being a Queen.

Helia and Asper, her very soon-to-be one-year-old twins, were the highlights of her life. She didn’t count anymore how many nights she forbade herself to sleep just so she could watch them all night long. She loved her babies so, so, much. She was first and foremost a mother before a Queen.

No matter how much she loved her two monsters, today, Aelin could only see how pregnancy had affected her. Thanks to her Fae heritage and her very painful settling two months after the war, Aelin’s body had never drastically changed. Her hours of training with Aedion and Fenrys had helped, and so did the long hours she had spent in bed with her husband.

But today, as her twins spent the weekend with their aunt Lysandra and uncle Aedion, Aelin wanted to take care of herself, something she hadn’t quite had time to do in over a year. She hadn’t had time to do a lot of things this year, not when she had to handle two babies and an entire kingdom. Not that she was alone in this, but Aelin wasn’t the kind of person to easily accept help. Only Rowan was allowed to help her without making her feel like charity.

But Lysandra knew her more than a lot of people, she knew how hard her pregnancy had been and how affected Aelin still was. Aelin had confided in her, telling her friend how hard it was to even look at herself in the mirror. Lysandra had faced the same issues, but they both knew it had affected Aelin in a different way. Her body had been changed during the war, it had already been so hard to learn how to love her scarless body back then.

So, Lysandra had convinced Aelin to let her babysit Aelin’s twins for two days, while Aedion took care of Aelin and Rowan’s royal duty. Lysandra said the two of them needed a break, and if Aelin was honest she didn’t remember the last time she and Rowan even took a day off. Even heavily pregnant, Aelin had not wanted to sit in bed all day at the despair of Rowan.

Rowan was under what they called a shower, a new invention Aelin had been eager to install in their rooms. Instead of a bath, a system made the water fall on you. She loved it, and Rowan did, too. It was much easier and quicker, which was the best invention for young parents.

He wanted to take her out to eat today, claiming it had been too long since he spoiled his mate. Aelin had smiled, it had been too long indeed since they had a moment only to themselves. She had gotten out of bed and slipped out of her nightgown, leaving her in her underwear when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and Aelin’s smile slipped away quickly.

Aelin loved her children, she had loved every moment of her pregnancy, but she hated how she looked now. She hated how easy it was for an inanimate object to drop her confidence lower than the ground. She hated that even after everything she went through, her beauty still mattered to her.

It clicked, then. Why Rowan barely touched her anymore, why he spent so much time outside of their bed. With the way he looked, he had always been blessed with the attention of the prettiest females wherever he went. Even now, some daring females made eyes at him, believing that he would cheat on his wife for them, and they were much different from the way she looked right now.

It pained her to think all of that, it pained her that it was so easy to believe it now that it had entered her mind. She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn’t hear him coming out of the bathroom, his undershorts on but nothing else. Be walked behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed her shoulder, once. Twice.

“What’s on your mind, Fireheart?” No matter how easy it was for them to read the other, they both believed it was better if they chose to share their thoughts.

Aelin caught his eyes in the mirror as she asked, quite bluntly, “Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” She knew he never had, that much was obvious. She would have scented it on him, one of the perks of being Fae.

Rowan went still around her, “What the hell?”

It was so rare for him to curse these days, “Answer me.”

He frowned, “Where is this coming from? Have I done something?”

“You barely even touch me anymore,” Aelin explained. “Please, tell me.”

“Never,” he answered, his voice so firm and convincing that Aelin entirely believed it. “You think I am not attracted to you anymore?”

It was easy to let go of everything around Rowan, she took comfort in the way that she could never be embarrassed around her husband. “My body changed. I changed.”

“When I said I would love you to whatever end, it didn’t mean that I would love you until you changed.”

“Then why was two months ago the last time you touched me? You could barely go a day without making love to me before.”

He sighed, “We tried to get you pregnant.”

She raised her brows, both of them knowing damn well that heirs or not, Rowan always needed her. Exactly as she did. He explained, “You’re tired, darling. If I have to choose between letting you have a full night of rest or ravishing you until dawn, I will always choose what makes you the healthiest.”

Aelin nodded but answered nothing, her eyes on her body. She believed him, yes. He would never lie to her, he had never done so and wouldn’t start now. But her vision of herself and the way he saw her was different. He was her mate after all, wasn’t it a given that he’d find her attractive no matter how she looked?

“Is this something you struggle with? The way you look?”

Aelin nodded, letting herself be vulnerable. He sighed, as if it pained him to know this fact. Maybe it did, they had always shared their pain as much as their love. He kissed her neck then, his arms tightening around her. “Aelin, you’re the most attractive person I have ever laid eyes on.”

“But-”

“No, there's no buts. There’s nothing more attractive than your actual body, nothing more attractive than the knowledge that you bore my children.”

Aelin sighed into his kisses, closing her eyes as his delicate full lips traveled all over her neck and shoulder. “Show me, then,” she whispered, turning her head to the side so he’d have more room to kiss.

He chuckled softly on her skin, making her vibrate. “Anything you want, your majesty.”

As he ravished her neck with his lips, his hands took the job of wandering on her body, grabbing, stroking, brushing. She whimpered when one of his hands slipped her bra, his knuckle teasing the already hard peak of her breast.

She had missed his touch so much, he knew her body well, knew what movement tore the loudest moans out of her mouth. He had always known how to have her burning without using her power.

Her hand clasped around his forearm as his hand slipped under her panties, her entire body stiffening as he gently parted her folds with a knuckle. Rowan lowly growled at how wet she already was, she had just needed a few touches to be ready for him.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin.

Aelin did and the image she found reflecting in the mirror was absolutely sinful. Both of her mate’s hands were hidden by lace but it was very clear what these fingers were doing. As she looked at his face he looked pleased with himself, his lips lifted up in a smirk. “Good girl,” he praised her. “Now, keep your eyes open.”

It was hard to obey when he slid one finger inside of her heat, tearing a loud moan out of her lips. He cursed at the feel of her, his deep voice whispering in her ear, “You’re so wet, Fireheart. Is that all you need to be that worked up?” His finger curled inside her, “Hm? Just a few touches and you’re ready for me?”

“Ro,” she breathed.

He chuckled lightly on her skin, “Maybe. You’ve always been a needy little thing.”

He slid another finger in, the stretch delicious. His words were almost as good as his fingers. If he kept going she might come soon, at a speed that would only earn her teasing from Rowan.

“I remember how much you wanted me in the early days, how you ground yourself on me in that forest, unable to wait just a few weeks.”

Fuck. He was going to kill her. Aelin’s nails broke his skin, her breathing turning frantic. “Are you going to come, Aelin?”

She could only nod, not trusting her voice now as he thrust his fingers at a fast rhythm, brushing that patch of rough flesh inside of her.

The image of them in the mirror was erotic, enough to threaten to push her over the edge. Their eyes connected in the mirror as he said the words that tore her climax out of her, “I’d spend my entire immortal life watching you receive pleasure and never get bored.”

Waves and waves of pleasure floated through her, her moans probably too loud. If Rowan hadn’t thought of locking a shield of air everyone in this wing of the castle would hear her. The thought shouldn’t have prolonged her climax as it did.

His words were calming, small praises in her ear. He never let go of her, his fingers still stroking softly her core to keep her climax going as long as he would.

He was unhinged in praise, telling her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, how good she was for him, how wet she was, how perfect she would fit around him.

“You did so well,” his voice tickled her skin as he kissed her neck. His fingers stopped but never pulled out of her, staying where Aelin loved them. “My perfect girl.”

“Rowan,” Aelin whined, wiggling in his arms. The bastard only chuckled.

“What is it,, baby?” Another whine from her, as if it’d tell him exactly what she wanted. “Use your words.”

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not.” A strong kiss at the base of her throat.

“Please.”

“What do you want? Ask me and you shall receive.”

She sighed, damn him. He knew what she wanted, if her body language wasn’t enough then their mating bond would have told him. He was just teasing her, no matter how much he denied it.

“Please, Ro, I need you in me.”

He groaned, the words freeing something in him. Maybe he had been internalising all of his desire, wanting Aelin to feel like he focused on her. The truth was, he always did. And it always got her hot and bothered.

His digits pulled out of her, leaving an empty feeling behind. She didn’t have time to whine, his expert fingers undoing her bra and then falling down on his knees, dragging her underwear down with him.

He got up and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips. When their tongues touched, everything was electric. Her entire body begged to be closer, closer, closer. She’d never be close enough.

Surely, as needed as he described her before, her hands slipped between their bodies, not wasting time before she grabbed him through his undershorts. He cursed, his hold on her waist tightening. “Aelin,” his tone was full of warning.

It was her turn to smirked, “What? Can’t handle some touches? You’re becoming needy too?”

He only chuckled, “You know what you are doing to me.”

“I need you,” she moaned into his mouth as his hands grabbed her ass. He nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with her. It had been so long for both of them.

She thought he’d take her to the bed then, making love to her on the soft silk, but he apparently didn’t have the patience. He lowered them on the floor, only protected from the cold stone by a carpet she had bought months ago.

He got rid of his underwear quickly, leaving him as bare as she was. She moaned when she saw him, her mouth salivating at the memory of how he tasted. But when she went to take him in her mouth Rowan stopped her, “I need you now.”

“Fuck,” Aelin breathed, instinctively straddling him. “It’s sexy.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, leaning down to steal a kiss. “I love how desperate you are for me.”

He groaned, his hands grabbing her hips. “I’m always desperate for a taste of you, Fireheart.”

They both moaned loudly as she grabbed him and lowered herself on him, stretching her more than with two fingers. His hands stayed on her hips as she adjusted, her hands holding herself upright on his torso. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her eyes were closed, her body feeling too many things at once. She had missed that, missed feeling him filling her like no one ever could.

His eyes were on her, his brow furrowed. It was the face he had whenever he felt pleasure, and Aelin found it extremely arousing. Slowly, Aelin lifted her hips and let herself fall down, the two of them moaning.

He guided her with his hands on her hips, quickening her pace, and soon enough, Rowan lift his hips and fucked into her.

She fell on his chest, the pleasure too much, his member too deep for her to be able to do anything else than take pleasure. His grunt of pleasure turned her on more than she already was.

He whispered in her ear, his breathing ragged, “Look at yourself as I fuck you, Aelin.”

She knew what he asked, she had such a need to please him that Aelin gathered her strength and turned her head to the side, their reflection in the mirror causing her to clench around his cock. His loud grunt was barely audible over her moan.

“Do you know why I never close my eyes when I am inside you?” He asked, his own eyes watching them too. Aelin shook her head, the only thing she could do as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Because you are divine. Because watching you makes my climax a thousand times stronger, because you are so beautiful I could come by just watching you naked.”

“Ro, I’m close-”

“Look at how good you are taking me, look at that ass,” he grabbed her backside, the slight change in position changing the angle of his member inside her. “You’re so perfect, I kept having to go to the bathroom and take care of myself because you are just that arousing. I constantly need you.”

She started rocking with him, needing just a bit more before reaching her high. He knew her so well, knew every single one of her body reactions. He slipped a hand between them, his fingers teasing her clit. She was in a frenzy, always wanting and needing more.

“I would fuck you days and nights if I could, even more since your body changed. It’s so arousing, Aelin.”

It was too much for her, the sight of their sweaty body moving together and his dirty words sent her over the edge, clenching around him. He thrust up a few more times before yielding to his own peak of pleasure, spilling inside of her.

She was still breathless minutes after, his hands stroking her back as she desperately tried to regain some sense of control. “It’s was so-”

“I know,” he said, and it was all Aelin needed. Yes he knew, he always did.

She managed to lift her head and kiss him, their kiss much more passionate than the desperate ones they had shared before, the need controlling them. “Don’t you ever think again that you are not attractive, that I would want someone else. You have always been and always will be my weakness.”

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[letarasstuff]

Too itchy, too loud, too bright

(A/N): This was not requested but I had to get this one off my chest, it started to bug me in my sleep (like Hamilton did to LMM).

Summary: How fast is Spencer able to connect the dots when his daughter complaints about the feeling, loudness and brightness of everything?

Warnings: Descriptions of sensory overload (I described like I feel when I get them and what the internet gave me)

Wordcounts: 1.1k

✨Masterlist✨ ________________________________

When Spencer starts his day, he never expects it to have this outcome. He wakes up his daughter, like every time he does when he is at home and not away on a case. Breakfast, brushing her teeth and doing her hair goes also uneventful. The young doctor likes to get her ready in the bathroom before dressing the girl in order to avoid toothpaste stains. The first mishap happens when the father wants to dress her.

“No Daddy”, (Y/N) screams and throws the shirt he put on her away.

“But Baby”, he tries to console her, “You need to wear a shirt. Or something else. What about the fluffy hoodie with the TARDIS on it?” Spencer hopes she agrees to that, because if not his options are running out.

Luckily for him she nods and lets him change her into the aforementioned clothing article. This is until she begins to whine again. “Daddy, it ITCHY!”

Patiently he asks: “Where does it itch? Is it the sweater or is there something inside that itches.” (Y/N) points to where the label inside the hoodie is. Spender sighs in relief. Finally he is getting somewhere, he thinks while cutting the label off. The father makes a mental note to do the same with all of her shirts.

Because of the whole clothing debacle the small family is running late, which results in them power walking to the train station. “Daddy, loud!” The girl stops and looks up to him. Given their small time window Reid just picks her up and starts walking faster. “Sweetheart, I know the streets are loud, but they are every morning. It will be quieter on the train.”

It seems like anything he does just upsets her further. “NO DADDY! YOU NOT UNDERSTAND” After her outburst, (Y/N) puts her head into her father’s shoulder and her hands over her ears. Only now Spencer connects the dots. The sudden realization makes him mad at himself, he deals with the human psyche on a daily level, but can’t see the symptoms in his own daughter?

“Oh Baby, I think I do now. Let’s get home, where it’s quiet, alright?” While screwing her eyes shut and clamping her little hands over her ears, she nods. As they find their way back with him carrying (Y/N), Reid shoots a quick text to Hotch saying he can’t come in today, because his child isn’t feeling well.

After he shuts the door quietly, he sees an answer from the Unit Chief telling him he hopes that she gets better soon. Spencer nods to himself at that, sure that Hotch thinks something different is wrong than what the case is.

“Ok Sweetheart, what about I shut the blinds on your window and change you out of your hoodie and leggings? Then I’ll wrap you into a little burrito with the soft blanket you got from Auntie Emily and I can read to you while you try to take a nap. You can even wear Daddy’s eye mask, if you want.” Worn down by even the short amount of time she was awake the little girl nods tiredly. “Yes please”, she says in a small voice.

Just like he said, Spencer dims all the light sources in her room, undresses her except for her underwear to reduce any kind of irritating material and swaddles her with the rather heavy blanket in order to make her feel warm and secure.

While reading a cute book named “Rumple Buttercup” by a guy that looks oddly familiar to him (gifted by Garcia for exact that reason), (Y/N) dozes off fairly quickly to Spencer’s relief. He takes a hamper he left next to her closet and takes all of her clothes out laying them in it.

While cutting off all the labels in them as he watches old reruns of Doctor Who on a low volume, a phone ringing startles him. “Dr. Spencer Reid”, the young agent answers it without looking at the caller ID.

“Woah, since when are we this formal? Do you want me to introduce myself with Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan or is Derek fine with Mr Three-PhDs?” Though Spencer knows his friend is just joking, it kind of ticks him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you, but next time I’ll make sure to take your call with ‘Yo, what’s up man’.” “Wait, what got your panties in a twist, Reid? I just wanted to check up on you. Hotch said (Y/N) doesn’t feel good and I wanted to know if I can swing by on my lunch break?”

Spencer now feels bad for snapping at him. “Morgan I’m sorry. It’s just- yeah. When you get here, can you get milkshakes? I’ll prepare lunch, if you are fine with dinosaur shaped nuggets and french fries.” With a laugh the older one takes the order and confirms the menu.

Not long after this Reid opens the door, he texted Derek to tell him when he gets there to avoid ringing the bell.

“Uncle DEREK!” An excited toddler greets him by the door, a blanket around her neck like a cape. “Woah, hey there my little hero”, he picks her up while getting into the apartment, “You feeling better?”

With a solemn face she nods. “I felt really overwhelmed, everything suddenly got really itchy and was loud and sunny. But Daddy helped me, he read to me and let me wear his cute eyes mask. I looked like an alpaca. Oh, Daddy said you got a surprise?”

After a sweet lunch with a very energetic (Y/N), who is afterwards sent to play in her room, Morgan sits with Spencer down. “You do know, what happened, do you?”

“I-I do. (Y/N) got a sensory overload and I tried to guide her through to the best of my abilities. I think it was mainly sparked by the reasons that she slept bad for a few nights in a row and my mom is not doing good right now and (Y/N) always kind of feels it when something is off. I also assume that the labels on her clothes ends the whole ordeal off. But I know how to prevent them and what to do when she has one. You don’t need to worry”, the father rambles.

After making sure that both of them are fine, Derek plays for a bit with his favorite (and only as of right now) niece before going back to the BAU. The rest of the day for the Reid family is filled with watching several Disney movies, reading books together and color some in. In other words: A day off in the Reid household.

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