#I could barely eat lunch too ugh this will not be good if it keeps up man

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

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You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen  unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much. 

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion. 

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid. 

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie. 

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating. 

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless. 

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

#curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #the DUFF #series #andy barber #defending jacob

[ghostykapi]

breaking point

yoo jeongyeon & fem!reader // happy birthday to my jeongi u are like a precious soul that i will forever n ever have a special place in my heart. so sorry i ended up making smut LOL / minors dni

when you and your girlfriend are out on a lunch date, is it normal to split a chocolate with an extra aphrodisiac kick in it?

probably not, but for shits and giggles you pretend it is.

“this is” you stare at the chocolate, then up at your girlfriend’s face “probably one of the most sane ideas you had this week”

“sane?” jeongyeon loves getting under your skin, probably with the way how she knows she’s got you under her later “since when we’re we sane?”

“that you have a good point in” you give in to her idea, taking a bite of the chocolate “i think there’s a bit of strawberries in this”

“strawberries can be an aphrodisiac” jeongyeon thinks about it though, but then says “i’m not sure though so maybe it’s just to help it taste better?”

“chocolate already tastes good sweetie” you both finish your halves, before stepping out of the car to go into the quiet restaurant booked for the date “this better kick in slow”

it did not kick in slow

10 minutes in sitting in the restaurant, you could feel the primal urges start to rise. teeth aching, hands getting a little to fidgety, that wetness starting to make an appearance and that urge to absolutely lose it.

so 10 minutes in? you were a mess

jeongyeon’s patience is outstanding you would say. even now when your eyes are narrowing down on her lips, hands and neck, she’s still innocently smiling and making her no jam jokes.

she’s the kinder one between you too. with her angel like disposition in contrast to your more, probably unhinged, no bullshit personality. always spoiling you, always giving you what you want, always with that sweet sweet smile that makes you melt

so yeah in 10 minutes she’s still alright, still so patient and so sweet

and yet she’s already asking for the food to be packed to go because “oh sorry an emergency came up.” and helping you up into the car

give it another 10 minutes you both are in your shared apartment, her biting down on the flesh of your thighs as she has you spread out on the couch

give it barely another few minutes for her to start eating you out though like you’re her actual lunch

“baby baby babyyy” you are a ruined piece of art at this point, jeongyeon thinks as she’s eating you out, pussy stuffed with three fingers in.

“i know i know baby” she’s a little bit mean, but you love to see her laugh maniacally while pumping you full “i’ve got you baby just keep on taking it baby that’s it”

“hngg-ugh fuck” you aren’t trying to boost her ego, but the way she’s got your head thrown back, legs shaking and eyes watering? fuck you’ve got her head right up high

“you can take more right?” as much as you want to stop, you know yourself better. you know you want more

“‘m wan more” you cry out, in broken and high pitched moans “please! break me!”

she breaks.

by the time she’s got you through 3 orgasms in that position, she’s lying down and got you riding her face, her arms locking your hips in place as she moans against your pussy, her own thighs shaking as you play with the vibrator stuffed in her own

“sweetheart–oh fuck! jesus right there baby–gods you look so–hnggg ughh–you look so good eating me out” you’re head is a mess, but looking at your girlfriend looking like this makes you say a lot of things

she can barely reply back to you, too pussy drunk and too focused on the pleasure she’s both giving and taking

“can’t be the only one cummin’ aroun’ here sweetie” is what you say before maxing out the vibrator and getting enough orgasms out of her, and before she forces you down to fucks you with a strap

so yeah is it normal to split a chocolate with an extra aphrodisiac kick in it?

if you’re looking to make yoo jeongyeon break into her primal wants? sure

#it’s so short i know next time i’ll make it just a lil longer mwa #yoo jeongyeon #twice imagine #twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice smut #yoo jeongyeon imagines #yoo jeongyeon x reader #yoo jeongyeon scenarios

[anoiaa]

Time for regret 2

The next morning you stood outside your class, unable to open the door on your own. Your moment was cut short by the footsteps of aw certain teacher who was headed your way. You quickly opened the door to leave but it was too late as she had, long gone noticed your presence. “Good morning.” A simple introduction, yet you stuttered as you answered. “G-Good morning, sensei!” 

what’s wrong with me today? you thought as Chiyabashira-sensei passed and entered the class. You took in your surroundings, quickly noticing your close friends smirking at you. You gulped. Hard and dry. 

“Sit.”

You calmly reached for your seat as the teacher instructed. “Today’s lesson will be...” You were unable to concentrate as the fear of the clock striking twelve ran through your veins.

___

“So? How did it go?” Satou reached to your table before you could run for lunch. A small crowd had started to swarm around you and you got even more nervous. So this was what it was... You gulped, as if swallowing the words “I got rejected”. You couldn’t bring yourself tp say it. One of the popular girls in class, the girl with beautiful looks, was rejected by a guy like him. Never.

“He said yes, obviously.”

Satou and Shinohara exhaled in disappointment as they realized that they lost the bet. Karuizawa didn’t seem to care as she heard the conversation whilst scrolling through her phone, Matsushita smiled apologetically at the two girls who were dramatically diving the 100,000 points that they would pay you for wining. 

“But, that means that you’re like, a couple now?” Karuizawa glanced at you from her phone, disinterested. 

You shook your fear and smiled at her, “It’s okay, It’s not like I like him or anything.” you announced. Matsushita’s eyes sparkles as  new challenge arose, “Then, I dare you to keep the relation going for at least two months” You felt your knees drop.

“Two months?” You repeated, hoping that it was just a mindless joke, but Matsushita looked serious. 

“Think about it, new couples are born every now and then, but the hardest thing in a relationship is maintaining it. So I say, you get the other part of the reward if you keep dating him for at least two months”

“I-I don’t think I want to date Ayanokouji-Kun for even a day.” one reason being that you weren’t actually dating. “He’s so boring, I would get embarrassed if people know of it.” and the fact that, you weren’t actually dating.

“Come on~ Me and Shinohara-san’s points barely add up to 100, 000 points anyway” Satou complained.

“And we can keep a secret, you can trust us right?.” Shinohara begged with her hands.

“I don’t know guys, I don’t want to do it.” You said with an apologetic tone.

“Well, it would be weird if you suddenly break up with him after confessing how much you love and want to date him, no? I would find it weird if I was him.” Karuizawa said. 

“Right? You don’t really have  choice~” Matsushita chimed in. “Besides, I would like to date a pretty girl longer than a day.”

“You’re really?...ugh, fine I guess.” You said as you couldn’t bring the thought of losing your friends over a simple bet.

___

“Hey, Ayanokouji-Kun~”

For the first couple of weeks you had been chasing after him after class every day, hoping that he would t least look at you differently. But this guy, you have never seen him smile even once. It brought a feeling of anxiety in you. How could you ever win the heart of a man who doesn’t let himself out to smile. He was so mysterious, almost as if he didn’t exist when he sat in the corner of the class. 

He turned to your figure, his eyes revealing nothing but darkness. “Um...where are you headed to?” You asked, almost scared that his stare would eat you up. 

“Do you need anything?” 

Maybe it wasn’t even worthwhile to ask him out again. You could somehow convince Horikita to lessen everyone’s curious questions by telling them that the two of you were really dating, but then again Horikita being Horikita could never agree to it.

“Can we talk again? If you have time, I want to tell you something.” You did well not to stutter under that gaze. He waited, as if taking something in consideration. Maybe he would reject you again, but you couldn’t let that happen twice.

“Look, I might not be your type but my looks are beyond average. I can even give you popularity, points, whatever you want just name it, but please, date me, only for two months...please.” 

You waited as you stood in the empty silent hallway. Nothing came from him for the first lord-knows-how-many seconds

“If you can beg like that, you might actually be of good use.”

You shivered at his words, 

“What?” leveling up your head to look at him clearly, you lost sight of the usual Ayanokouji.

“Fine, I’ll date you if that’s all you want, and In return, you will do every thing I ask of you. fail, you can forget this conversation ever happened.”

Wait, what!? was he actually making this all about himself now! Does he think I'll die if he doesn’t date me? All your life you had met arrogant guys who thought they were better off without you after rejecting them, but he’s going to boss you around because he thinks he has the upper hand?

Well, you do need him to be your pretend-boyfriend, so it’s a fifty-fifty situation and you won’t have to owe him anything after two months.

“As long as it’s not anything risky, it’s a deal.” You wanted to shake hands in mutual agreement, but part of it disgusted you so you just passed the hallways and left through the stairs.

Those two months would be the longest you ever lived.

#classroom of the elite #ayanokoji #suzune horikita #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokoujixreader #tumblr #anime #anime fanfic #youzitsu #Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e

[aching-tummies]

RP-Starter “That doesn’t sound good...want me to rub your tummy?”

Inspired by the line above...

"Mmmph...ouch...ugh..." I pat my stomach a few times, dislodging a pitifully small puff of air that brings little-to-no relief. My stomach is stewing, livid at the twice-reheated leftovers I polished off after an exhausting shift. A sickly burble rises, clearly audible in the silence of the bedroom.

Unnngh...shut up! It was either finish the packed lunch or go hungry--you'd be just as angry if I threw out the remainder of the (once) food and got into bed without eating anything. Lousy, useless stomach. I worked all day and I ate something--now do your damned job and digest it!

I curl my hand into a fist and slam it down on my misbehaving belly. The impact causes a sharp cramp in my angry guts and I curl around the new pain, still mentally cussing out my distressed innards for not fulfilling their function. My stomach continues to burble and whine as I squeeze the hybrid of hunger and indigestion. The leftovers from my lunch were barely enough for four mouthfuls of food--clearly not enough to fill a hungry tummy after more than seven hours without eating anything (lunch break happened early on in my shift because the only employee that could cover breaks demanded to be off by 1PM).  

Something sour rises up my esophagus and I frantically swallow it back down. I'm exhausted--too tired to get up and locate a proper receptacle for vomit. There's no way I'm going to let myself spew on my sheets. Nope. Throwing up here means I'll have to strip the soiled sheets and wash them...even if I don't bother with re-making the bed, the act of stripping and washing the sheets sounds far too daunting for someone that's too exhausted to sit up and dive for the wastebasket that's somewhere in the room. My stomach lets out an indignant burble, unhappy at the sick that was returned to it. Hunger rumbles ominously, quickly interrupted by another indignant sound of indigestion.

Fuck off! Hungry or upset? You can't be both. I punctuate this thought with yet another fist to my gut. The resulting sickly snarl goes ignored as I'm too exhausted to bother reacting anymore. I continue to swallow, to try and get the sour feeling out of the back of my throat.

"Whoa! That didn't sound good." I peek at the door to my bedroom, arm covering my eyes. You're leaning casually against the doorframe, having been lured to my room by the sound of a distressed tummy. "Want me to rub your tummy?"

"I--" I'm cut off by a loud, liquidy rumble that booms out of my gut. I curl up, swallowing desperately and considering the benefits of stripping a pillowcase to act as a makeshift receptacle. "Ooh...o-oh..." I can't help but moan even as I swallow compulsively. It hurts. My entire digestive tract seems to be rebelling, trying to purge the nasty mess I swallowed...only...no part of my guts appears to be in agreement about what direction to purge the mess from. My intestines are intent on sending the mess upward while my stomach pushes right back, refusing to accept what it had so gleefully passed onto the intestines. The lower part of my esophagus seems to desperately want stuff to exit the way it went in, but my throat and my head are equally desperate to keep the gorge down.

"Aww...poor tummy. So upset..." You've wandered into the room and the turbulance from you sitting down on the edge of the bed is not doing my stomach any favors. It lets out a low snarling noise, like a dog grumbling as it gears up to bite at something annoying.

You slide a hand over my noisy belly, setting off more upset noises and cramps.

"MmPH--" I swallow against a burp that fights hard to get out. The two forces cancel out, leaving me very uncomfortable and adding to the ire brewing within me. With every movement of your palm, you draw an unwitting moan or other sound out of my lips. We manage to work up a few burps that are thankfully just burps, but they are pitiful and cautious because of the many times something hot and sour was forced up with the air.

It's going to be a long night. A long, uncomfortable night to see which wins the war in my belly: hunger or indigestion? All I know is that a war is raging and the state of my tummy is in the balance--what say you to giving it a little push? Which side are you going to root for?

#RP-starter #tummy kink #upset tummy #indigestion #aching-tummies

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(Part two! Enjoy! ~ Belgianon <3)

The more Evan spent time with Amelia, the better he found he felt. They had gone to that bagel place Amelia had mentioned for lunch while in Brussels one day, and he’d enjoyed the fact that he hadn’t immediately been mobbed as soon as they’d walked in. Amelia scanned the menu, choosing a chicken and feta bagel with honey and tomatoes. Evan was grateful for her translations, and went with a salmon and cream cheese one.

“You’re going to order, right?” Amelia smirked, looking at him. Evan paled. “Come on! You know the French!” The line ahead of them was long. “Go on – practice. I want?”

“Amelia, I can’t!” Evan said, laughing. “I barely know bonjour!”

“Come on! I want?”

“Ugh.” Evan thought for a moment. “Je… voodrays?”

“Yes! Je voudrais…” she gestured to the menu. “un…”

“Je voudrais… un… bagel… de… um… sall-mon et… crème fresh?” He looked down at her, nervous.

“Yes! And then do mine, too.”

“Ah, fuck, er… okay – un bagel de salmon et crème fresh, et… un bagel poolette et… what’s that? Mile?” Amelia chuckled.

“Mee-el,” she corrected gently. “You’re so good! I dare you to do it.”

“Alright…”

They approached the cashier, and Amelia grinned and gestured to Evan, who looked absolutely adorably sheepish. Only two months on Duolingo and listening to Amelia speak French, but he had no clue what he was doing.

“Bonjour monsieur!” the cashier beamed.

“Hi, um… un bagel de salmon et cream – er, crème fresh?” he looked at Amelia, who grinned encouragingly. “Je voudrais, sorry… et je voudrais un bagel poo-lay et mee-el…”

“C’est sur place ou à emporter, monsieur?” The cashier looked at Evan expectantly.

“Er… I never learned that far!”

“Sur place, s’il vous plait,” Amelia replied. “He just asked if we’re eating in or taking away. I said in.” Evan gave a nod.

“D’accord, et des boissons?”

“Drinks?” Evan’s face lit up. “Comme boisson?” Amelia beamed again. “Er… je veux un coca cola, see voo play, et… un… eau?”

“D’accord, monsieur, et pour vous madame?” the cashier was grinning too.

“La même, s’il vous plaît.” Amelia pulled out her bank card. The cashier grinned at Evan some more.

“Vous apprendrez le Français?” he asked. “You’re learning French?”

“Oh – yeah, sorry. I’m not very good.”

“Nan, you do very well! You’re good, hein! Keep going!” The cashier handed Amelia a table number and a receipt, and Evan felt himself colour a little. “Bonne journée monsieur, madame!”

“Bonne journée,” Evan replied. He couldn’t stop smiling as he followed Amelia to the table. “I understood him!”

“Of course you did! You’ve been surrounded by French and Duolingo helps.” Amelia settled into a chair, and gazed at Evan with pride. “You’re doing great, love.”

“Love?”

“That’s Northern English. You’ll be trilingual in no time.”

“Trilingual?!”

“Yeah.” Amelia leaned forward. “American English, correct English with a Northern twist, and French.”

“Get out of here!” Evan laughed, shaking his head. Amelia watched him. His laugh, his smile…

“You’ve stopped hiding them,” she murmured.

“What?”

“Your laugh and your smile.” She sat back as a waitress fetched over a litre of water for the two of them, and two cokes with four glasses.

“I… didn’t realise…” he sighed. “I don’t like… I mean, my… it’s not… it’s a bit much, you know?” not his sentiment. An echo of a sentiment that had been hammered into him by partners who’d once loved said they loved his smile… Amelia worked her jaw.

“Evan, whoever hurt you, I really just wanna have a really quick little chat with them.” Evan looked at her through his eyelashes.

“Why?”

“Because,” Amelia began. “When we met doing the Zoom reads, you were professional. Cold and professional. And then we did some choreography in person, and you were reserved, and professional. And then on that first day of set, you were timid. Shy.” She leaned forward again, resisting the urge to take his hand. Touching would always be on his terms, given how he’d reacted in the past. The flinches had broken her heart more times than she could count. “But I noticed you’d hide your smile. You’d cover your mouth or look down, and quieten yourself. And you always put yourself down…” Evan looked like he was being scolded. “I’m sorry, Evan, but the person I’ve come to know you as is far too sweet and kind and good to be hiding away the best parts of you like that.”

“I guess when you’ve heard so many times that you’re a bit much, you try to become less.”

“You’ll always be a bit much for the people who can’t handle the best.” Amelia moved her hand a little towards him, on the table. “Always. And your boundaries will always be ridiculous to those who are afraid of losing their control over you. But for the person who can’t get enough of you? Well, there’ll never be enough of you.” Please for the love of God ask me if I can get enough of you… Amelia fought to cool herself off. She wanted to scream it in his face. Evan looked at her, stunned.

“Well… my exes have all been pretty… rough, to put it politely.” He pressed his lips together. “I don’t know how much you know, but my longest one was abusive. Like, really abusive.” His voice was tiny. Like he didn’t want to talk about it. “The one after that was rough because she was a huge fan of mine, and expected me to be a certain way, but I was too broken and not what she expected… and then a couple short term things that I couldn’t get into because while I didn’t wanna be single, I couldn’t attach properly…” He sighed. “And then the last long term thing I had, I think she was just using me to get somewhere in the industry.” He kept his eyes firmly on the table number in front of them. “But every single one of them had expectations of me I could never hit. Never said the right thing, or had to get it right first time without them telling me what to say… didn’t like my jokes, didn’t appreciate that sometimes I just want to sit in silence and read or think or whatever… sorry – I know this is ridiculous.”

“Not even a little bit,” Amelia said softly. “They’ve wanted you to be something you’re not, by the sounds of it. A version of you that exists maybe in front of the cameras, but behind closed doors…” Evan looked up. “Like a mask that you wear for the public, but then as soon as you’re off… mask off, sweats on, cuddle pile, chill.”

“Right! Right… exactly that!”

“Evan, you deserve the world. You deserve to grin and be happy and laugh loud and you deserve someone who derives so much joy from that…” she smiled at him, turning on The Eyes just a little bit.

belgianon has returned 🥹💗

#fics

[kybelestorm]

Dynamic - Part 2

Saturdays are our lazy days. Even when there are chores to be done, it’s nice to take things slowly without any pressure. I wake up around 8 as the sunlight sneaks in through the crack in the curtains. My Dear is already awake, as always, and quietly goofing around on his phone. I snuggle closer for warmth and rub His tummy to let Him know I’m awake.

“Wanna order breakfast?”

It’s a silly luxury to get breakfast delivered, but once in a while we need to treat ourselves. I stagger out of bed long enough to grab my phone and curl back up next to Him as I pick out coffee, doughnuts and breakfast sammies. He kisses my head and rubs my back as we wait for our delivery.

The rest of the morning passes leisurely. We watch the new episode of Drag Race with breakfast, and take turns playing video games. I do a quick load of dishes while He plays Spider-Man. The kitchen is my quiet place, and as I rinse soap from the plates I replay the events from the night before. I’m still wet and beyond horny from the blowjob, and wondering exactly what time “afternoon” starts. Is 12:01 pm too literal?

I finish up the morning dishes and decide to get a shower. I want to be squeaky clean for later, so I pamper myself by taking my time under the hot water. When I emerge, skin pink and steaming, my legs are freshly shaved and smooth and I feel just a little sexier. I throw on some cute panties and a D&D t-shirt, and decide to spice things up with a pair of thigh high striped socks. (Who needs pants on the weekend?) I pause, biting my lower lip, then reach over to open the small black box next to the bed. I fish out my wrist and ankle cuffs, the pale pink ones with the soft fur lining. My heart hammering against my ribs and hands shaking slightly, I put them on, making sure that they are tight but comfortable. I take a deep breath and head back out to the living room.

“I think we’re actually going to get Carnage in this game,” He says by way of greeting. “I’m in a good spot to save if you want to play for a bit.”

“Sure.”

His eyes flick over, land on my ankles and travel up my legs slowly. “W-what’s going on?”

“Oh, you know.” I smile as his gaze meets mine. “Just giving you some ideas for later.”

“Hmm, okay.”

I have to admit it’s hard to concentrate on my game, and I die more than once thanks to my distraction. It certainly doesn’t help when He starts rubbing my leg through my sock. By the time I get up to make lunch, I barely know where I am anymore. My panties are wet from the anticipation, my cheeks feel flushed and hot. I’m not sure I even taste the burritos. When we’re done eating, I want to beg for Him to drag me into the bedroom, to ravish me in whatever way He desires. Instead, I try to exercise some self control and flop down on the sofa to watch a movie. I half-heartedly pick out some weird Italian crime thriller.

“Before that gets started, I need you to come here.” His voice is a bit lower than usual.

“What’s up?” I slide off the couch and crawl over to Him on the floor.

He pulls me in for a kiss, His tongue pushing past my lips. My hand reaches up to cup His cheek as I lean in, catching His bottom lip between my teeth. When I pull away, our eyes lock and I feel like I’m falling.

“Now, do you want to watch a movie or do you want some sexy time?” His voice is taunting me. “Your choice.”

“I…” The hesitation is because I could stay here, wrapped in His arms, kissing Him forever.

“Or I could keep teasing you all day… But you better decide quick.”

“Ugh,” I groan and steal another kiss. “But both options sound so good.”

He feigns a shrug. “Like I said, your choice. Tell me what you want.”

My whole body is pulsing with my heartbeat, my head is swimming. “I… I want you to take me to the bedroom.”

“Then you better get your ass up.”

I do as I’m told and make my way to the bedroom, tossing the comforter off the bed and hastily chucking aside some of the extra pillows. I turn just as He enters the room and reach out to wrap my arms around Him, fully expecting to resume our makeout session. Instead, He takes a step toward me and shoves me back onto the bed. I don’t have time to protest as He flips me over onto my elbows and knees; a second later, I feel His palm connect with my left ass cheek with a loud crack and I gasp. Heat floods my body. The second smack leaves me breathless. I try to get up onto my hands, but He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and pushes me down into the mattress.

My backside in the air, I’m utterly vulnerable and yet completely relaxed. The next time He spanks me a moan escapes my lips and I clutch the sheets. Am I drooling? He pulls my panties to the center and brings His open hand down on the right cheek. I feel heat and color blossom across my skin. I desperately wish I could see the lovely red handprints myself.

My Dearest leans over me and I feel his erection press against my ass. For a split second I wonder if he’s going to take me from behind right then and there, but he reaches past my head and grabs something from the black box. A moment later my wrists are fastened together with a clip and a few inches of chain. I tug at them, savoring the feeling, when I feel His hand slide inside my underwear, His fingers stroking the slippery wetness there. I moan and grind back against His touch, and when He reaches my clit I nearly explode. He circles it, teasing, and I cum hard on His hand. He doesn’t stop. The next few orgasms leave me gasping for breath, my legs shaking like jelly, my panties drenched.

He flips me over onto my back, grabs the chain and pulls my arms up over my head. A second later the panties are gone. He grabs my thighs just above the socks and pushes my legs apart; I moan as He enters me. A thumb teases my clit again and I just want to beg for Him to fuck me senseless. He reaches over, His cock pressing deeper inside me, as He returns to the box. In my dream state I hear the jangle of metal, and my stomach does a flip when I see the clamps in His hand. The feeling of them pinching my nipples makes me squirm, and once they’re on properly he gives the rose gold connecting chain a tug. I gasp at the combination of pain and bliss, and He pushes my t-shirt out of the way so He can enjoy the view.

The moment He starts fucking me is like a sudden high. The world spirals away as I look into his eyes; there is nothing else. I think I’m screaming with each thrust, I can hear the sweet jingle of metal as I pull at the restraints and my breasts bounce with our motion. I feel my pussy swell and clench.

“Ah… I wanna cum for you!”

He grunts by way of permission, and I arch against Him, my body wracked by another orgasm. My brain is white noise now, incapable of coherent thought. His breath catches, and I hear Him groan, “Shit, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Please.” One, small word is all I can manage.

He buries Himself inside me and explodes, filling me with liquid heat. I’m still riding out my last orgasm, trembling and all but crying from the overload of sensation. I feel Him relax, giving a few gentle thrusts as He leaves His load inside me. I fall apart into the pillows and try to remember how to breathe.

He reaches up, and before I can protest yanks the nipple clamps from my chest. I shriek at the sudden pain and hear Him chuckle warmly.

“I think you liked that.”

“I… think I did.” Words are very hard.

He rubs my foot and gets up to wash Himself off. As I listen to the sound of the shower, I laze in a boneless heap on the bed. I can feel the semen running out of me, cooling on my skin. My wrists and ankles are still cuffed, but that’s comforting somehow. When He comes back, He sits on the end of the bed and strokes my legs as I take the wrist cuffs off. He playfully grabs one ankle and pulls it over, but then gently unhooks the leather.

I don’t want Him to ever stop touching me.

Once I’m unbound, I snuggle close and wrap my arms around His middle with my head resting in His lap. We stay like that until I start to get goosebumps from the cold, and I kiss Him on the knee before getting up to find a snack and a glass of juice. I feel calm and at peace. He is the love of my life, my Forever Human and the missing piece of my soul. Everything else is just a bonus, but at moments like this I realize how truly lucky I am. The rest of the day passes slowly, quietly, and there is nowhere I would rather be.

#eroticfiction #fiction #bdsmrelationship #dominance and submission #romance

[marvelsuperfangirl]

Untitled shitty Bucky Fic

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The first time you saw Bucky, at first you thought it would be a normal day, uneventful, like all the previous ones. But you were far from the truth. And even further to imagine how cliché it’ll be.

Spring was barely starting to show itself, the cherry blossoms were showing their first tinges of pink and the sun was warm enough to leave home with a light jacket. Your favorite time of the year.

You were crossing the little park opposite your university building, totally engrossed in a text from one of your classmate and close friend when you collided with a body, earning a yelp out of you and sending your phone flying to the sandy ground.

Before you could react, your shoulders were grabbed by two hands on each, steadying you on the ground.

“I’m so sorry, you okay?!”

The manly voice resonated in your ears, while you tried to focus on what just happened out of nowhere, pulling you out of your mainstream day.

“Yeah.” You answered before looking up to see the face of the man who you abruptly walked into.

Damn! You thought, if it wasn’t the real world and especially your life, you’d thought you just met your soulmate, just like in those cheesy fanfictions you liked to read. The man was big, at least two head taller than you, with dark hair, falling down to a few inches above his shoulders and a pair of clear blue eyes. An equally dark stubble was adorning the lower part of his face, giving him a slight dilf look and adding to that very particular style, you saw and felt how well built he was against you.

While you were busy, admiring him, he’d smiled down at you and let go of your shoulders started walking to your cell that was still laying on the ground.

He picked it up and wiped the dirt off the screen and checked all the faces for any damage.

“ I think your phone’s safe” he chuckled, handing it back to you.

You grabbed it and took your turn to inspect it before you refocused on the stranger.

“I..I..Fuck, I’m so sorry, it’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I hope I didn’t hurt you”

He raised his eyebrows playfully and looked down at his massive chest tattoning his front before looking back at you with a smile.

“No, I think I’m good”

You nodded and felt kind of awkward standing there with someone you’d just run into but he didn’t really give yoi the time to feel the embarrassment

“Feel free not to answer the question, but you’re going to Inalco right? I think I already saw you a few times in the corridors”

 “Ugh, yeah. You do? I ‘ve never seen you before, sorry. I mean it’s kinda easy not to notice someone with all the people in there”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, it is. But we probably have a classes not far from each other’s because I often see you wait in front of classrooms, even sometimes at the bakery around lunch.”        

“You go eat to Berthe’s too?”

“Yeah, their sandwiches and fries are to die for. Didn’t know they made that kind of stuff in French bakeries”

“Ah, it depends on the bakery, but they are really famous in the area”

The two of you smiled at each other, not knowing anymore what to say now.

“Hum…I’m sorry I need to go, I’m joining some friends for lunch and they’re probably waiting for me.”

“Ah, sure. Sorry for keeping there, and for bumping into you. I hope we’ll see each other again. Don’t be a stranger”

“Of course! And I’m the one who should apologize again for what happened. See you around” you waved while retreating backward toward the exit of the park.

He waved you back and sent you a wink, making the heat creep up your cheeks and you turned around to hide it, smiling to yourself all the way to the restaurant where your friends were.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what? I’m happy to see you, and sooo hungry!”

Chloe raised an eyebrow at you and pursed her lips teasingly

“Suuuuure. Tell us, you look like there’s something behind this and I so want to know”

And with an eye roll, you proceeded to tell them the whole story, starting your great journey into the depths of having a crush.

From that moment on, Bucky, despite being in another major than yours, became one of the main characters in your university life.

The first time you’ve seen him again after bumping into him, he waved at you in the corridor and introduced you to his friends, who directly sent you teasing smiles and winks that clearly meant what they were supposed to entice, but you discovered that they were a really nice bunch.

After a few more encounters, the two of you exchanged numbers and socials to stay in touch and not have to search the entire faculty to find each other. Quickly, you realized that the texts you exchanged were mostly not about anything studies-related.

Then, the two of you organized group hang outs with his and your friends, only to end up being the only two being free to go and having your own little friendly dates. Weither it was a restaurant or a café, a movie, an afternoon lounging in the park…Bucky and yourself spent a lot of time together and helped each other with your respective major.

“Remind me why I had to choose a subject linked with China when I’m studying Russian?”

“I know that’s because you adore spending time with me and used that as a pretext” you teased him, raising your eyebrows at him.

Bucky smiled sheepishly and blushed a little before he went to seize the book you just took from the university library’s shelf.

“If telling yourself that helps you sleep at night…”

You giggled as discreetly as possible not to bother the other student and pulled the book back from his grasp.

“You were right to choose this one. Russia, and by that I mean the URRS had an alliance with China during the 20th century and most importantly, the Nationalist Party, and you’re soooo lucky to have a really nice student to help you. Especially since with this kind of file, you’ll need to write down the Chinese characters and pinyin in there.”

You were “feuilleter” the book looking for the precise period he needed to know about, completely unaware of Bucky’s eyes fixed on you. He was focus on your expressions, showing in your eyes above the mask , the crinkles at the corner of your eyes when you seemed to have found the very thing you were looking for.

And when you looked back at him, finding him already staring at you, you raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“What?”

He shook his head.

“Nothing. Thank you very much for helping me with that, I know you have a lot on your hands as well”

“No worries. I don’t mind. And if I’m completely honest, unlike a certain someone…” you punctuate your sentence with an emphasizing look at him.

“I appreciate spending time with you.”

Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise at your confession, feeling his cheeks burn under his own mask while your face reddened visibly.

“Really” he asked.

You took a few instant to look somewhere else, trying to calm your nerves before looking back at him, but not really in at him.

“Yes”

Bucky didn’t know what possessed him at this exact moment but he slid closer to you and delicately took the heavy book from your hands, setting it down in an empty spot on the nearer shelf, all while you watched him questioningly.

“I like to spend time with you too” he whispered, making both of your faces go bright red.

And with this very confession, he let go of any ounce of friendship remaining between you two and softly pulled your mask down, eyes trailing along your features and his hand went to cup your cheek.

He was testing the waters, to see weither you were for or against what was going to happen, your red cheeks made him doubt, but the fact that you ever so slightly leaned into his touch.

His pulled his own mask down and slowly closed the gap between your two lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He wasn’t that much ready to part yet, and only left barely an inch between your mouths after the first kiss, looking up at you, to see you with eyes barely opened, an expression of pure relaxation taking over your features.

And he kissed you again, this time, a multitude of kisses were pressed after the other, and he felt you kiss him back, it felt a little bit clumsy but nonetheless managed to make his heart burst.

“Wait” you whispered. Putting your hands on his chest.

Bucky pulled away, but not much, because you hand, despite having pushed him away, were grabbing the front of his sweater maintaining him against you. You lifted your head and pulled him closer so both of your foreheads rested against the other’s.

“I’m sorry. I’m not good at this, I hope it’s not too bad…” you whispered, visibly feeling embarrassed.

“Fuck” Bucky muttered, feeling his heart bursting for the second time in less than a minute.

His second hand went to your face, fully cupping it and tilting it upward so he could stare into your eyes.

“I don’t care about that. I wanted to kiss you on the very day I met you. Let’s pratice together”

#college!bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagine #college!bucky x college!reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel imagine

[asukaskerian]

monthly wordcound - september

TOTAL: 6 722 words. POSTED -Days on a wire chapter 7 - Madatobiizu fraternat poyamory ABO (4 013 words) IN PROGRESS -bleach suburban ot4 (1 161 words) -bleach grimmichi superheroes (1 548 words) hmrmrm. lowish wordcount BUT, lots of editing happened in there, so that's still writing work.

also family stuyff stole my last weekend è_é -- teasers thataway (only bleach ofc)

superheroes AU -- "Oh hey, a hollow." "--What?" The girl leaned over his feet, squinted through the glass. "I thought it was a cat at first, but, so many legs." Grimmjow watched it shuffle under a car and out the other side. Mmh. Nowhere near big enough to break into the house. Safe. "Probably ate a cat, yeah." She grimaced. "Ugh." Like it's a surprise that a hollow would be hungry. They weren't named that for nothing. "Probably gonna eat more." "Ugh! Be right back, I'm gonna catch it." --Huh. "And do what?" he asked, baffled. "Keep it for Zangetsu's lunch?" "Gross! No, I'm gonna put it in a crate and call Animal Control, they do hollows when they're that small, right? Dad? It doesn't need a hero team, right?" Engetsu came, wiping his hands on an apron, to squint through the glass with them. Grimmjow gathered his legs, watching him warily. He didn't track the small hollow. He could feel it, barely there, at the end of his range; it would break everything it used for teeth on his armor. Engetsu felt like he'd be more of a problem. "Probably not," the man allowed. The hollow skittered up a garbage bin, peered in, didn't deign to climb in. "Okay, then, Animal Control." "Or you could save them some time and kill it yourself." The look she gave him, her sour, suspicious face so shocked -- "... Did you think they did anything but put them down? They're hollows." It had never made sense to him that humans would bother to care for dogs and cats, even those that ended up on their own in the street, but at least they were tameable, if you were into that. He stared back, letting her see his bafflement. Her face fell. "I thought they had, like, wildlife preserves...?" Even as he barked out a laugh he knew it was the wrong response and she wouldn't like it, but he couldn't help it. "Oh my fucking god." "What!" "Putting a bunch of hollows together in a space they can't escape where their only choice for food is each other." Engetsu winced. Curtains looked betrayed. -- suburban ot4 -- "Looks like your kids were right about your harem, Ichigo!" "His what?" Grimmjow demands, eyes glittering in delight. "Oh, I have got to hear this." "Oh nooo," Orihime whimpers again, face in her hands, and Ichigo knows her, and it looks like embarrassment, and it is embarrassment -- it's embarrassment because she thought about it and liked it. But Nel doesn't know that and is generally nice, so she relents, goes "Sorry, honey, is it too much?" in a gentler voice, and Ichigo's wife (still whimpering) walks back down the stairs with Kazui still dripping merrily in her arms and goes to slump forehead-first against Nel's shoulder. "Not too much," Orihime mumbles, face scarlet and eyes still scrunched closed against Nelliel's exposed shoulder, half-hidden by cascading waves of teal hair. "I just, um, sultan Ichigo." All of Grimmjow's teeth are out, but he doesn't laugh, just grins so wide Ichigo wishes he would and get it over with. "Ooookay, honey, let's discuss cosplay some other day. Let's get this miscreant in the shower before he pees again, yeah?" he cuts in, and -- Almost -- Almost leaves it like that, retreats with her up the stairs, almost follows without saying anything more past this polite 'that was funny but let's drop it', because it's such a dangerous thing to joke about. But Nelliel and her boyfriend have the exact same way of waggling their eyebrows and leering smugly, and that cannot be borne. "I'm sure we can find Grimmjow a good sequined bra his size to go with the pants." Grimmjow opens his mouth to protest, even as Ichigo herds his wife and child away; then he yells after them, offended, "It had better be a good one, Kurosaki, you think I'm putting these puppies in an inferior one?" and when Ichigo glances back he's cupping his pectorals in both hands and squeezing up to give himself cleavage. Ichigo has regrets. Like, he still laughs his ass off, but very regretfully.

#teaser

[inazumaeveryday]

Day 13

At home

Kidou: Good morning, mar.

We’re playing against Biyuutei in the semi-finals of the regional qualifiers today.

Option 1

mar: It’ll be a piece of cake for you guys!

Kidou: Obviously. You can look forward to it.

Option 2

mar: Don’t let your guard down!

Kidou: Yeah, don’t worry.

Kidou: None of us in Teikoku have any intention of losing focus until our victory is assured.

Hakamada: Yuuto-sama, I found your student ID card in the hallway. You must have dropped it. Here you go.

Kidou: …………

Kidou: Focus!

*

Kidou: I can’t believe Endou told me I’m an idiot too…

No, wait. It must’ve been a dream.

Breakfast

Kidou: The match is this afternoon.

I shouldn’t eat too much… I need to be in top shape for morning practice.

Kidou’s room

Kidou: Alright… I’m sure I’ve got everything.

Are you ready to go too, mar?

In the car

Kidou: Biyuutei is not a weak team by any means. They’ve made it to the semi-finals, after all.

But they’re no match for Teikoku. They’re nowhere near being strong enough to compete with us.

Morning practice

Doumen: Biyuutei’s players kind of have a visual kei vibe~

Narukami: You think? But they don’t really look like they play music though.

I’d say they’re more like…

Kidou: Everyone, listen up. I’ll go over today’s training menu and the formation we’ll use in the match.

Doumen&Narukami: Okay!

At school

Class (Japanese)

Kidou: We’re going to manipulate the original copy of some historical works of literature today.

I’ll be wearing gloves, but I’m still nervous…

Break

Kidou: mar, how do you like studying at Teikoku? Are you starting to become familiar with everything?

I’m getting used to being with you too.

If you still have any questions, you can ask me.

Option 1

mar: I want to know more about your goggles!

Kidou: Oh, these? You could say it’s a kind of training to improve concentration.

When I put the goggles on, I can see the important parts of the game with more depth than I normally would.

For example, I can even predict where the ball is going to land.

I’m essentially intentionally limiting my field of vision to be able to visualize the entire playing field.

I’ve gotten so used to wearing them that I feel uneasy if I don’t have them on now.

Option 2

mar: I want to know more about your cape!

Kidou: Oh, my cape?

I just like the color red.

Wearing this cape fires me up. I feel like it boosts my fighting spirit.

Kidou: Well, I wasn’t expecting you to ask about simple things like this… But what do you think?

This cape and these goggles are like my trademark now.

Hehe… the captain of Teikoku is easily recognizable, isn’t he?

*

Kidou: I’m counting on you for today’s match, Gojou.

Gojou: Kukuku… Just leave it to me. I’ll crush them.

Kidou: Heh, alright.

Class (PE)

Kidou: When we first started doing clay target shooting, I could barely hit anything…

Now I can shoot the targets about 90% of the time.

The point system we use in class makes it easy to actually see how much progress we’ve made since the beginning.

Break

Sakuma: Kidou, we still can’t use Koutei Penguin no.2 in today’s match, can we…?

Kidou: Sorry, we still can’t use it yet.

Sakuma: Ugh... Alright. I want to be able to use it already, but I get it.

Class (math)

Kidou: Japan apparently had its own distinct kind of mathematics in the past.

People back then must have developed calculation skills on par with Western mathematics.

Break

Kidou: Banjou, your hair is so smooth and silky. The way it shines in the light makes it look like you have a halo… It’s beautiful.[1]

Banjou: Thank you so much… I’m very proud of it.

Kidou: It’s a shame that using Cyclone messes it up so much…

How about keeping the axis of your body in mind when you make that kick? It might even make it more powerful, too.

Banjou: I see… I’ll keep it in mind.

Class (English)

Kidou: We’re translating manga into English today.

If it’s a soccer manga… I’m confident I can translate everything perfectly without having to look anything up.

Lunch

Kidou: Genda, are you really fine eating that much right before the match?

Genda: Oh, don’t worry about it! I need to eat at least that much so I’m filled with energy. Anything less and I won’t be able to bring out my full strength!

Actually, Kidou, is it really okay for you to eat so little? Shouldn’t you eat more than that?

Kidou: …No, I’ll pass on that. I’m fine.

On the way to Biyuutei

Kageyama: This is the semi-finals of the regional qualifiers… Against Biyuutei, dominating the game should be an easy task for you all.

Show yourselves worthy of Teikoku’s name. Bring me an absolute victory.

Team: Yes, sir!

Kidou: The commander’s words always boost the team’s morale.

Just take a look at everyone’s faces. Don’t they look filled with confidence now?

Biyuutei[2]

Genda: What’s with that smell…?

Sakuma: Is it… perfume?

Kidou: I’ve heard some pro soccer players wear perfume, but…

Augh, it stinks.

Lucy: Oh my gosh, no way~! Is this caped four-eyes for real? You clearly don't know the first thing about etiquette!

Kidou: Hmph. You’re quite rude yourself.

Lucy: Oh? Wait, actually? Now that I’m looking a bit more closely…

You, are you actually a hottie? Come on, won’t you take off those glasses? Let me take a look at your face~

Kidou: Don’t touch me.

Doumen: Uegh~ All that perfume they’re wearing is making me sick… There’s such a thing as too much, you know~?

Henmi: How do you even concentrate with that smell… Maybe that’s actually why Ooedo lost to these guys?

David: How dare you! If you play with fire… you’ll get burned, you know!

Sakiyama: Hah! Burned? Are you kidding? As if you could even make us sweat!

Kidou: Heh… Don’t get into a fight now. Just show him during the match.

*

Kidou: I definitely won’t go easy on them this time.

During the match

mar: (What should I say…)

Option 1

mar: Yuuto-kun, do your best!

Kidou: Oh? They’re marking me…

Option 2

mar: Everyone, do your best!

Kidou: Well? What happened to burning us? I’m not feeling any heat!

*

mar: (What should I do? Biyuutei’s falling apart…!)

Option 1

mar: I’ve had enough… They don’t need to go that far…

Kidou: Heh… We’re done playing around now.

Option 2

mar: ............

Kidou: They’re the ones who got burned, in the end.

After the match

Kidou: The semi-finals are done! It’s finally time for the finals!

Genda: Those guys from Biyuutei worked harder than I thought in the first half. I didn’t expect them to put in that much effort.

Sakuma: Yeah… Looks like their strategy was to focus on Kidou and have several of their players mark him. Can’t say that really worked for them, though.

Kidou: There’s no way something like that would stop me.

Henmi: We still won, but… I don’t know how to feel about a sickening game like that.

Doumen: Oh, I just remembered… I swear, these guys kept talking about “glasses” this and “glasses” that! What’s with that?

Kidou: They must have been talking about Gojou.

Banjou: Now that you mention it… One of the guys from Biyuutei told me to give his contact information to “the guy with glasses”...

Gojou: Kukuku… So they’re trying to recruit me? I might be in trouble.

Kidou: Hehe…[3]

Club activities

Kidou: Looks like Occult lost to Shuuyou Meito.

Genda: Occult lost…?

Sakuma: But didn’t they train really hard after losing against Raimon?

I’m sure I read that they got significantly stronger after that…

Doumen: This is the first time I hear about Shuuyou Meito even having a soccer club!

Genda: It’s just like when we played against Raimon… We don’t have any information on this team at all.

Jimon: Raimon versus Shuuyou Meito, huh…

This year’s competition is one unexpected turn of events after another. We keep getting blindsided by first-timers.

Kidou: And Gouenji won’t be able to play since he’s injured.

I can’t say I know a lot about Shuuyou Meito, but can Raimon really beat them without their ace striker…?

In the car

Kidou: It’s been a long day… I’m a little tired.

I don’t have lessons with Kyougoku-sensei today, so I’ll just take it easy and rest…

At home

Kidou: Oh, I know. I’ll get a sports massage today.

The therapist I usually see is a former pro soccer player. He’s really good at what he does.

In the bath

Kidou: Sigh… Next, the finals…

Well, it’s only the finals of the regional qualifiers, though…

Kidou’s room

Kidou: I’ll be getting a massage later.

I’ll ask to make it as thorough as possible.

Later

Kidou: Beautiful lady? It feels a little like your heart is squeezing in pain…?

No… Not now. Well, alright, I got it… Bye.

…………

Kidou: Oh, hey. I feel so much better after getting that massage.

mar: (I’ve never heard Yuuto-kun say that kind of thing before…!)

Option 1

mar: Were you giving relationship advice to someone?

Kidou: …Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for things like that.

Option 2

mar: Was it a love confession?

Kidou: …Sorry you had to hear that.

Kidou: It was actually Domon calling me to report on what Raimon did today.

They went to scout out Shuuyou Meito before their next match. Apparently, they hang out at some weird place called a maid café…

He was saying I absolutely had to go there at least once. I guess I’ll pay it a visit if I get the chance…

Now, back to what I was doing… I’ve been watching one of Shuuyou Meito’s previous games, but they don’t seem particularly motivated so far…

Hm? This is…

They’re cheating…! This team’s success in the tournament is a sick joke.

I don’t want Raimon to lose to guys who won’t play fair and square…!

…Not that I can waste time worrying about them. We have a test coming up.

How do you feel, mar? Confident you’ll do well?

If you’re not feeling fully ready for it, I can help you study.

I feel a little responsible since I’ve been dragging you all over for the past few days, so I’ll make an exception just this once.

I’m a strict teacher though, so you’d better brace yourself.

*

Kidou: Alright, time to sleep.

Goodnight, mar.

At night…

Kidou: …………

…the test…about…

I'm not sure if this is clear, but he's saying the shine of Banjou's hair forming a ring around his head looks like a halo. Like this! (click for a photo of it)

Biyuutei sounds like "beauty"

If it's not clear, the guy with glasses in question here is actually Kidou haha

#IM STILL ALIVE I SWEAR !!!! #i had a really busy week :'( #shoutout to kidou for cutting narukami off before he could say something that would get him cancelled

[solarpunknow]

March 13th, 20__

It was a hard, but good day today. Wren and I both have wednesdays off from our job, so we went out to Peigi's place to work on getting the garden there reading for the growing season. It was unseasonably warm for March, but then the last three years in a row have been the warmest globally on record. So, really, while I'm glad the sun has come back (less than a week until the equinox!), I'm worried about the heat waves and wildfire smoke that will certainly hit us this summer. Ugh, not looking forward to that. Just, hopefully no actual wildfires here.

Anyway, it costs a whole two hours worth of wages to drive out there, so we try to spend the whole day when we go- and yes, we've designed the garden around that. We packed a lunch (sandwiches with my sourdough and some black bean tempeh we've been working on), and a plan to fill the day.

See, we haven't been out there since the end of fall, and the crocuses out there have just now started to bloom. (Ours bloomed the last week of January, but we're pretty close to the water and they're halfway up- well I was going to say mountain, but with Mt. Tahoma right there that seems silly. Halfway up a tall hill? They're at roughly 2000 ft of elevation, and we're barely at 300. Still high enough we don't have to worry about the rising sea level though!) So today we went around and took down the temporary deer fence from the last two years (yes, that really should have been taken down last fall, but, well, life happened. What matters is we're getting back on track now... Right?), weeded two 4ft by 70ft rows, refenced one of them, and sowed fava beans as a cover crop/deer lure in the other. We also talked about putting in a real, sturdy deer fence- I think we can afford it this year, and Peigi and xyr parent, Nancy said they could pitch in.

Did I mention that we're getting to garden/farm/forage Peigi and Nancy's land in return for sharing the harvest? It's a pretty sweet deal, and the only reason why Wren and I kept our place in town.

So, anyway, out at Peigi's, we grow the plants that appreciate cooler temperatures (because that urban heat island effect is real! our place is toasty, and I don't appreciated it), plus the plants that are riskier to grow on urban soils, namely root crops and low growing leafy greens. That leaves the fruiting crops and heat lovers for our place (tomatoes, green beans, eggplants, corn, squash, etc, etc. And amaranth. Because amaranth is awesome). Well, and the raspberries and such, because up until now our place has been better protected from the deer. Small yappy dogs are good for that!

Anyway, it's still a bit early to start things out there, as they're still getting hard frosts and a little snow, but I sowed some fava beans, and while the deer have munched on the garlic, it's still there. I'm hoping that with generous enough fertigation that garlic will size up and make a decent harvest. Yeah, yeah, the deer ate them last winter and you'd think I would learn- what, the deer fence? Why didn't that keep them out? Uhhhhh, well, it's not a great deer fence. It wasn't actually a deer fence, or it wasn't originally meant to be for deer, it was originally an electrofence for sheep. And sheep are less nimble than deer.

And since no one wants to hunt the deer any more because of the chronic wasting disease and the cougar and other predator populations haven't rebound yet, there's too many deer, and this is the hungry time of year. So they're a bit desperate, and willing to eat things they normally wouldn't bother. Like garlic. I'm frustrated, but I can't blame them. And I certainly don't want to eat them myself. Ugh. Thus, getting a better deer fence, and in the meantime planting the favas as a distraction. Hopefully it works.

Where was I? Took down the fence, weeded the garlic/other things bed, sowed fava beans, covered them with fall leaves from like 6 months ago, put the fence back up around the garlic bed, checked under the mulch on the other beds (which, the soil looks so much better than it did three years ago! It actually looks like soil now! Deep mulching and cover cropping and patience for the win!). Wren was displeased by all the native black berry, but come on! Having that as a weed instead of the (invasive) cutleaf blackberry? I'll take it! I'll take it home, that is! I'm going to set up a really simple trellis and see if I can grow it semi-domestically so that it's easier to pick the berries. As tasty as they are, the vines are just unpleasant to walk through.

We also went through the wooded area and took out more invasive blackberries and did a light thinning of the native berries there. We really haven't touched that area, so it's super thick and very hard to work through, and it's mostly salmon berry. We'd like more thimbleberry, salal, and huckleberry, so yes, we did remove some salmon berry to make room for the others. I feel a little guilty about it, but it is the most abundant. I put them in the back of the truck and will post to the local groups to see if any one wants some. Not quite the right time of year for transplanting, but they're still dormant, so as long as they're mulched well and watered this year they should do fine. Also worked on expanding the trail, and checked on the nettle patch but they're still doing nothing. Too cold yet.

Now I'm back at our place, and it's time to do a little resting and relaxing before the next work day.

#solarpunk fiction #be gentle #it's my first time #I eventually want to build this in to a whole world #but this is just me day dreaming of what a more sustainable food #system would look like #in the transitional period between now and you know #a more hopeful solarpunk future

[eggs-love-loki]

Haha we’ve reached the “I’m physically repulsed by all forms of substance” stage of stress that’s funky fresh

#my surprise phone interview pushed me over the edge I guess #I mean I did good and landed the in person interview at least #but yikes that was a shock when I called to schedule and they were like ‘do you have time right now for a little phone interview’ #I was like ‘hahahahaha of course! let’s do it’ #I’ve never done retail job shit before cause I’m spoiled and just have been house and babysitting #so I tried my best to answer with ‘I live to serve customers in all my free times’ vibes #now I’m trying to eat my sub turned salad #which is a safe food mind you I love subs turned into salads #and putting it in my mouth makes me want to puke #tastes good still but like lifting my fork to my mouth is such a chore arghhhh #I could barely eat lunch too ugh this will not be good if it keeps up man

[eclipixels]

Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

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"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

#kaneki ken x reader #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul #kaneki x reader #kaneki #anime x y/n

[buckyownsmylife]

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

#my 2k challenge #chris evans smut #my fics #chris evans #smut #roommates au #friends to lovers #chris evans x reader #chris evans reader #chris evans reader insert #chris evans reader inserts #RPF #chris evans fanfiction

[taschamonnii]

Imagine This  - Sink

You x Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Anonymous asked:

TW!

Would you be able to write a Leigh Shaw x reader where the reader struggles to eat and Leigh comforts them?

It's totally fine if that goes too far and you feel uncomfortable writing this

You are married to Leigh Shaw and life has been pretty good but everyone has bad days luckily you are not alone and Leigh is the most supportive caring wife.  

TW: Eating Disorder, Struggling to eat, mental illness, depression, anxiety

Here is the title song: Suffocate by James Quick & Lauren Sanderson

Specifically “Can I justify the days I barely eat, If I starve until my cheeks can’t help but sink? How deep can I go ‘till it’s too deep? If you hear me start to choke, please reach for me.”

Read On Ao3

AN: I loved writing this thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it. I tried not to make it too triggering to folks who struggle to eat but please read with your own mental health in mind.

Word Count: 3,028

Imagine This:

The day seemed to really drag on. There was nothing particularly good or bad about the day but you just felt off. Your motivation was lacking and you just felt low. Sadness over nothing, in particular, was seeping into your bones. You figured maybe it was hormones and tried to keep up your routines. You pushed through the day looking forward to dinner time. Leigh has been out of town all week at a writing thing with Drew but everyday she has face-timed you for dinner and you eat together and talk about the things you usually would if she was home. You miss her like crazy but she is trying to get her book published and you couldn’t be more proud. 

Married life with Leigh has been the best part of your life. You met her at a grief group two years ago and she changed your life. When your wife died in a terrible car accident four years ago you were certain that you would never love again and for sure no one could ever love you but Leigh was different. Your wife had been your high school sweetheart and was one of the only people who could handle your depression, anxiety, and your eating disorder. You are alive today because of your wife. When she died a part of you died with her you fell off the recovery wagon and lost a lot of weight really fast. Your sister-in-law was the only reason you managed to pick yourself back up enough to join a grief group and start your healthy relationship with food again. That is when you met Leigh. 

Leigh was not like the rest of the grief group; she was real and honest and raw. You quickly became friends with her and the only other widow who was your age, Becca. You became really close with Leigh and it seemed like overnight you went from friends to more and something about it just made sense. 

You never thought you would love again let alone marry again. Now you are happily married and though both you and Leigh sometimes struggle you are both there for each other and understand what the other is going through. Your relationship with food and exercise has never been better thanks to Leigh and she has never been so in touch with her own feelings. You both agreed not to think too hard about it all neither one of you was religious so it is easier to think that maybe life was just giving you both a break since you have both been dealt some shit cards. 

You are going through emails at work when your cell rings with Leigh’s ringtone. “Hello, beautiful. What’s up?” 

“Hi love, I’m at lunch and well I thought I’d call you while I can since I have to cancel our dinner call tonight.”

“What why?”

“Drew and I are having dinner with a publisher. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that is great! No, don't apologize, Leigh, I'm excited for you! I know how long of a journey writing this book has been and I just know people are going to love it.”

“Thanks, y/n. I miss you. Ugh, I have to go, fingers crossed, this publisher wants it so I can come home tomorrow. I love you y/n!”

“I am sure they will buy it! I miss you too, be safe. I love you too. Oh and text me when you can!”

“I will! Love you, bye!”

“Love you, bye!”

You hung up and let out a heavy sigh. You were happy for Leigh but you also missed her. The rest of the day dragged on. By the time you get home, you are exhausted. The motivation to cook yourself dinner and actually eat it was beyond lacking. You wanted to go to bed, you wanted to cry and you were not entirely sure why. Instead, you forced yourself to stick to your routines. You completed a workout cleaned up around the house in hopes that Leigh would be home tomorrow. You got into comfy clothes and then found yourself repeatedly opening the fridge and cabinets trying to decide what to make yourself for dinner. 

The more you open the fridge and think about what you could eat the more the tears begin to well up in your eyes. You know you should be hungry but you aren’t. You quickly turn on your music to try and distract your mind but shuffle has decided to instead aid your mental breakdown as the familiar sad song sink begins to play and you feel the tears escape your eyes. 

The second the first teardrop falls from your cheek you take a shaky breath. You are exhausted and angry that you are struggling right now with food when it has been so long since you had an episode. You curse to yourself “I hate this I hate you why do I have to struggle with eating it’s just food! It’s just fucking food!”

The tears are now rolling down your cheeks faster than you can blink them away. Soft sobs leave your lips as you decide to just make mac n cheese because you already know you won't be able to chew for a long time without wanting to spit the food out. You get all the things you need out through your blurry teary eyes. The tears just won't stop and you are over trying to stop them. You get the stupid food done and sit down on the couch and turn on an old sitcom hoping it would bring you comfort and make eating easier. It doesn’t. Your mind races and all the things that make eating difficult for you swirl in your mind louder than the show. You take a bite of the food and quickly chew it forcing yourself to swallow. More tears fall from your eyes as a loud sob leaves you. 

You are sobbing so loudly that you don’t hear the front door open and the familiar jingle of keys. You are lost in your mind battling the voices that are telling you to throw the food away. You are crying so hard that it takes a full 2 minutes to hear your own name coming from the person that is wrapped around you. Once your brain catches up to your body and you realize you are being held by Leigh you sink into the embrace. 

“Leigh?” 

You question through a sob.

“Yes y/n. I’m here. Can you please take deep breaths with me?”

You nod your head in agreement and try to focus on the feeling of Leigh breathing while holding you tight to her chest. You realize then that the bowl of food is no longer in your hands and you grab at Leigh’s shirt and instantly feel a sense of relief fill you. You sighed out in relief as your body finally calmed down. You moved to face Leigh but kept yourself in her embrace. “I’m sorry Leigh.”

“Hey, no we don’t apologize and feel bad when we are struggling, we talk through it. What happened?”

“That’s just it. I am not sure. After you called the day just became exhausting but I was good. When I came home I stuck to the routine, I worked out but when it came to choosing food, I just lost it and started crying and that just made me more upset because it has been so long. I thought I was doing so well.”

“You are doing really well, y/n. We talked about this, bad days are going to happen and I am proud of you for fighting to stay strong. A year ago you would have gone straight to bed instead you worked out and managed to make food and it looks like you even got a couple of bites in. That is huge y/n.”

Your gaze fell to your hands still tightly clinging to Leigh’s t-shirt. You feel terrible, you are exhausted and feel weak for having a bad day. 

“Look at me y/n,” Leigh held both your cheeks in her hands and gently pulled your face up to look at her, “I am so proud of you.”

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to your forehead then each cheek and then your chin. You melted into the softness letting her words sink in and push the bad thoughts out. You moved to capture her lips in a desperate kiss. You kissed her with all the love you could give her trying desperately to say thank you with your lips. Thank you for loving me, for knowing me, for being you. You thought to yourself. You pressed closer as she melted into the kiss hoping she could feel how much you loved her. 

She pulled back slowly and rested her forehead against your “I love you too, y/n. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Leigh so much. Wait,” you pulled back, “why are you home?”

She brushed some of your hair back behind your ear and smiled. “I was hoping to surprise you. I tried to get home before dinner but traffic was crazy. Anyway, surprise! I'm home!”

You lightly tapped her shoulder with your dominant hand and kept your other holding the end of her shirt. “Leigh, I can see that you are home. Now tell me what happened?”

Her smile grew. “Well, Sorry for Your Loss is being published!”

You could feel how big your own smile was the second she said those words. “Leigh, that is incredible! You are incredible! I can’t wait to have my own signed hard copy!”

You were so proud and happy for Leigh you couldn’t contain yourself. She has been writing this book about grief and her experience for so long and it is beautiful and real and finally, the world is going to see it. You quickly squeezed her close in a tight hug. She squeezed you back with soft laughter falling from her lips. “I have to breathe y/n.”

You loosened your grip around her but kept her in your arms “I know I’m just so happy for you! We should celebrate!”

“We can celebrate tomorrow. I don't want to push you.”

You shook your head “no Leigh I’m not letting my head win I want to celebrate how amazing my wife is.” 

She smiled softly “We can celebrate here at home. Why don’t we order in and celebrate just you and I and then this weekend we can go out with everyone to celebrate more? Please I’m tired and I missed you.”

You know what Leigh is doing. She is making it about her instead of the fact that you were literally breaking down when she got home. You sigh knowing that you won’t win this argument. You also know Leigh is right if you went out tonight you might have another breakdown. 

Her hand caressing your cheek pulls you out of your thoughts. “Please y/n.”

Her eyes are so loving that you find yourself nodding in agreement. “Okay fine, but we are definitely celebrating this weekend. I am so proud of you Leigh! I want to scream it out the windows.”

She laughed as she shook her head “I’d prefer if you are going to scream it be other things but food first.” 

Her smirk is pure evil and you can feel your entire face and neck heat up the deep red blush taking over your skin. She quickly pecked your lips before she stood up. “I missed that blush. Now, I’m gonna go change and call for the usual. You throw that away and pick a movie.”

She pointed at the now dry mac n cheese before turning towards the bedroom. You quickly cleaned up your now gross dinner and chose a movie. You settled onto the couch with a pile of blankets just as Leigh returned in a big t-shirt and her sleep shorts. You soaked her in not even caring that she was watching you stare. “Damn I missed you. Did you get more beautiful?” 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head but her smile and blush were clear as day. She moved to her bags at the front door and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Your smile fell from your lips. Leigh probably had a cute plan for tonight but had to come home to your mental breakdown instead. Guilt and shame seep into your bones as negative thoughts begin to swirl in your mind. Thoughts of how much you don’t deserve Leigh, how she deserves so much better. You feel your vision fade the world in front of you a haze as you pick at your cuticles mindlessly. You feel numb, your mind is telling you that you ruin everything and all you want to do is curl up in a ball but you can’t seem to move. 

The pop of the champagne bottle in the kitchen startles you out of your head and you try to shake it off so you don’t ruin things more. You take a deep breath and force a smile hoping that faking it till you make it will work. Leigh enters with two glasses of champagne and a soft smile. She hands you a glass and you take it. She takes a seat next to you and you both turn to face each other. You smile “Leigh I am so proud of you, I know it wasn’t easy to write but you did it and you created a masterpiece about grief and love and it, no, you are truly amazing. Cheers to you for being absolutely incredible.” 

You moved to clink your glass with hers but she stopped you. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. So, cheers to the most supportive wife ever.”

Your smile softened as she clinked her glass with yours. You both took a drink and your body automatically reacted to the fizzy liquid craving more in hopes that the effect of the alcohol would clear your mind. “Hey, y/n slowdown.”

You quickly pulled the glass away from your lips and set the glass down on the coffee table. “Sorry, Leigh.”

She set her glass next to yours and turned back to you. Her hands came up to push your hair back behind your ears. She kept her hands there softly holding your face. “Talk to me, what is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

A sigh escapes you, you feel defeated like you just keep ruining everything. You close your eyes as you feel the tears welling up once again and it makes you frustrated that you are about to cry again. “Hey, it’s okay y/n.”

“No, it’s not. I ruin everything. You brought champagne home you wanted to celebrate and instead, you came home and had to console your crazy wife.”

She brushed her thumbs over your cheeks clearing the tears that escaped as you opened your eyes. “No y/n. You don’t ruin anything.” 

You shake your head as your lip quivers and you fight back more tears. “Listen to me, not the voices in your head, y/n. You are my love, my everything. I love you and you make my life worth living. Hard days are going to happen but we are in this together, right?”

You glance down, her green eyes melting your heart. She lifts your chin. “Look at me. Together?” 

You nod agreeing quickly under her serious stare. “Together.”

She leaned in and captured your lips in a hard kiss. You return it knowing she needs to make sure you understand. She pulls back after a moment and drops her hands from your face to your shoulders and pulls you into a tight embrace. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too.” 

She kept you in her arms and you breathed her in, calming at her familiar scent. You don’t know how long she held you like that but she only pulled away when there was a knock at the door. She pecked your cheek before going and getting the delivered food. She brought it over to the coffee table and spread the takeout containers in front of you both. You took a deep breath as you prepared to try and eat the food you usually enjoy. She turned to glance your way and noticed your hesitation. “Hey, will you give me a bite of that?”

She pointed to the container in front of you and you nodded as you picked up the container to hand it to her. She didn’t take it but instead just opened her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows. A smile took over your features in an instant. She hadn’t done this for you in so long because well you hadn’t needed her too but here she was asking you to feed her so she could then feed you like she used to like it was so natural to her. You scrunch your nose and lips as you try to contain your laughter. You quickly grabbed a fork and got some of the food on it before slowly guiding it into her mouth. She dramatically moaned out as she closed her lips around the fork and cleared it. “So good!”

She took the fork from you and scooped up a smaller portion for you, “Here try it babe it’s so good.”

You opened your mouth as she brought the food to your lips and you focused on her smile as you took the food into your mouth. You began to chew it and had to close your eyes for a second as an urge to spit it out overcame you. “Do you taste that? It’s so sweet and savory.”

You focused your attention on trying to taste it instead of the texture and sensation that stuff was in your mouth when your body didn’t want it to be there. When you finally actually tasted the food you sighed and managed to swallow it without too much of a struggle. You gave Leigh a soft smile “Thanks, Leigh.”

“Always y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked this Anon! Again please know you are not alone sending you nothing but love and support for you to have a healthy relationship with food :) Thank you for the request. I enjoyed writing this one, it was very therapeutic. 

#Elizabeth Olsen #Sorry for your loss #Female Reader X Leigh Shaw #ask #anon #request #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss 2018 #wlw #ED #trigger warning eating disorder #anxiety #depression #angst and fluff #sink #lauren sanderson #james quick #imagine this #imagines #writing prompt #lizzie olsen has my heart especially as the character leigh shaw!

[fraiserabbit]

“Do you see that? That’s the first time I’ve ever seen him cry. And yet...he’s still got that stupid smile on his face.”

“Do you think he’s trying to hide something?”

“From who?”

here’s a story -- Through Hell and Back :]

Timothy finished wrapping up Bill’s wounds, rolling his shirt and pant leg back down. “There you are, Bill. Should be good to walk in half an hour.”

“Half an hour? I have to pull a train with Ben down to Brendam Docks! Fuck this.” Bill stood up, but his knees buckled as a stabbing pain shot through his leg. He quickly grabbed Timothy’s arm, catching himself.

Timothy’s voice was firm. “Don’t be an idiot. You need to rest.”

“I have a job to do.” Bill scowled.

“Ben can wait.” Timothy set Bill back down on the stool. “Or would you rather I take the train with Ben instead?”

Bill opened his mouth to argue, but a knock on the door stopped him. “Bill, did you find what you were looking for yet? This clay isn’t gonna deliver itself, y’know.” It was Ben. Bill looked up at Timothy with pleading eyes. Don’t say anything. Timothy sighed, opening the door and greeting Ben with a smile. While the two men talked in the doorway, with Timothy obscuring Ben’s view, Bill struggled to stand up and walk over to a nearby stack of boxes. He grimaced as he dropped down to one knee and pretended to search through the crates.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking too, but it’s just…nowhere to be found!” Timothy shrugged, glancing back to Bill. Ben stood on his tip toes to look over Timothy’s shoulder at his brother.

“Well, if you find it, hurry up! The dockworkers are getting impatient.” Ben called.

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your ponytail in a twist.”

Ben rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, and left. Bill’s shoulders fell, his shoulders rising and falling in deep breaths as he placed a hand on his side. Timothy’s voice lowered. “Don’t try to play the hero, Bill. Trust me, it’s not worth it.” Bill slowly rose from the floor, his arms shaking as they tried to support his body. Why did he feel so heavy?

“It will always be worth it. He’s counting on me.” With that, Bill straightened his posture and walked out with his head held high. Timothy only shook his head.

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After they’d dropped off clay at the docks, Bill and Ben were now headed back to the quarry. Bill made sure he was driving way ahead of his twin. He could barely stand straight; he had to support himself entirely on his good leg and hold onto the cab door to keep himself balanced. Luckily, Ben couldn’t see him. He shouldn’t have to see me like this. Once they stopped at a junction to allow a goods train to pass, Bill took the opportunity to lift his shirt and assess his torso. Dried blood stained the bandages. Ugh. The signal turned, and the twins continued onward.

When they finally got back to the claypits, Bill very carefully exited his engine cab. His knuckles turned white gripping the handrails as he anticipated having to put pressure on his injured leg. He steeled himself, gritting his teeth. He stepped onto the ground, immediately putting his other foot down to take the weight off his injury. The day can’t end soon enough. Bill looked around, spotting his brother watching him. Is my injury obvious? He felt panic rising in his chest, but kept his composure as Ben approached. “You’re usually so fast to leave for lunch, Bill. What happened? Feeling tired?”

“Yeah…didn’t get much sleep last night.” He gave a half-hearted laugh.

“Don’t go sleeping on the job, now. Marion needs us to haul trucks around for the rest of the day.” Ben smiled, patting his brother’s shoulder and leaving. “But for now, I’m hungry. And I’ve made you some oats with sliced bananas for today! Man, you’ve sure been eating more of it lately.” Bill went to follow Ben, but his leg suddenly tightened. He stifled a pained gasp, doubling over and supporting himself on his knees. Ben was still walking ahead, rambling to no one in particular. “I’m more of a chicken soup kind of guy, but I respect the oats.” He hadn’t noticed. Good.

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Almost there. Almost out. Bill was intently staring up at the darkening sky, briefly forgetting the dull pain in his side. “It’s not healthy to hide every injury from him.” He spun around. Marion placed a hand on her hip.

“But did I ask?” Bill crossed his arms, glaring.

“I’m just saying, Bill, you’re not going to be able to keep this up for much longer.” Bill looked over at Ben, who was being lectured by Timothy. His twin looked on the verge of falling asleep as Timothy went on and on. He turned back to Marion, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

“I’m afraid I worry too little.”

“He hasn’t noticed!”

“Yet.” Marion’s voice resounded in Bill’s head. Yet. Bill huffed. Marion sighed. “He isn’t stupid. You know that.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? You know he hates seeing me hurt!” Bill lowered his voice. “And I hate seeing him so upset.”

“Don’t try to hide it if you really can’t, love. He literally saw me bleeding out over there.” She motioned to the nearby cliffs. “If something suddenly happened to you, do you really think you can-”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Bill was firm in his belief, but a sharp pain in his leg rudely reminded him otherwise. He audibly gasped, almost falling to the ground until Marion caught him.

“Bill.” Marion’s voice was firm, but kind. Bill avoided eye contact with Marion. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure of himself anymore. He turned to see Ben staring at him from afar. He couldn’t quite pinpoint his twin’s expression. Timothy noticed, looking back at Bill, before gently taking Ben’s arm and leading him away. Bill tightly hugged his arms around Marion, and buried his face into her shoulder.

#thomas and friends #ttte #ttte bill #ttte humanized #some creative writing #✍🐇 #UtE AU

[justshamie]

So went a bit wild on stream and came up with a College AU and then decided to write a lil oneshot for it. Enjoy c:

Link to AO3 | Link to Twitch if u interested in more shenanigans c:

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There was a soft knock on the door, but Adora in her hazy state barely even moved. She must have been dreaming or maybe she just imagined it. Her dream was more inviting than the prospect of someone bothering her in the middle of her afternoon nap. This was her only break before her evening classes, and she needed that dream to continue. The view of mismatched eyes, and the soft smirk on Catra’s face was imprinted in her mind. 

She could enjoy that, couldn’t she? They might not have been anything official yet, but Catra. The girl that Adora wished months ago, that she maybe liked her back. Just enough so they could at least be friends. But now, Adora knew that Catra had feelings for her, and after everything they went through, she could embrace that. Now Adora could lay in her dorm room and daydream about holding Catra and putting her face in the crook of her neck, just relaxing. So maybe she was a bit smitten. No one could blame her. They spent every moment together they could, texting during lectures and hanging out together after. She knew Catra wasn’t big on being affectionate towards others, and yet Adora was an exception. Whenever they spent time with their friends it showed, she would flinch at hugs, not expecting them. Still Catra found her ways to be close to Adora. Showing affection wasn’t maybe her strong suit, but Adora was there to meet her in the middle. Sometimes just their shoulders would touch. Sometimes Catra’s confidence showed and she would quite literally sit in Adora’s lap. Sometimes it was just her finger tucked into the back of Adora’s shirt. Out of anyone’s view. Sometimes she would hold her hand even if she was doing something else. Adora would laugh at the way Catra ate soup with her left hand if not for the warmth that spread in her chest then. If anyone would point out the affectionate gestures, she knew Catra would retreat. Last time that happened they were hanging out with their friends. They met up to play a boardgame, but Catra ended up telling them to play without her. She just sat snuggled into Adora’s side, her head tucked under Adora’s chin, while she was slowly scrolling some book on her phone. They ended up in that position after an hour of a game of pretend. Adora pretended that she wasn’t melting inside at Catra getting closer, and Catra pretended that her snuggling into Adora was just because she wanted to stretch her legs. After Adora had her arm around Catra’s waist and her fingers intertwined into hers, she was not too happy to lose that. It took all of three minutes for Bow to notice. 

“You guys are ADORABLE,” he squirmed, holding his hands to his cheeks. Everyone laughed at his comment. Adora felt a blush on her face, but that disappeared as soon as she noticed Catra freeze. Adora could feel the tension in her body right under her hold. When the goodnatured chuckling died down, Catra just excused herself to the bathroom. After coming back the weight of her back against Adora’s torso was just a memory. She ended up on the opposite side of the couch and remained there for the rest of the evening. Adora understood. Or rather she tried to understand, while letting Catra be Catra. She didn’t say anything and when they were getting back to their dorms, she found Catra’s hand in hers. Everything seemed right in the world then. They would find their place together and Adora was going to be patient about it. However, she still longed for those touches. She wasn’t innocent and she would initiate them herself, and the way Catra relaxed into her was cathartic. She would live and breathe those moments. It was like an invisible force was pushing them together. She sighed and looked at her phone. She texted Catra earlier that she was going to nap instead of getting lunch and they could get some food after classes were done. They had different schedules for the day, so Adora knew that Catra would be sitting in a lab right now, learning some photo editing software and being all grumpy about boring lecturers. Adora felt an overwhelming need to poke her in the cheek right now. Maybe she was a bit more than smitten. The knocking was back. Adora rolled over and got up, ready to tell anyone who wanted to steal her precious daydream to piss off. She grunted and opened the door, pulling the most displeased look she could.

“What’s that face for, you dork?” Catra laughed seeing Adora’s grimace. 

“Catra!” Adora’s face went on a full trip. From irritation to shock, bashfulness and into that soft smile that was saved only for Catra. She stood there wearing Adora’s soccer letterman jacket. That made the warm feeling inside her chest grow. Adora gave it to her after one of the matches, because she was cold. Now it was like Catra didn’t have anything else in her wardrobe. She never told her to keep it, but she quietly hoped Catra would never give it back. It was like a part of her was always with Catra. Before she could think about it, she had her arms around her in a hug.

“Whoa, look out dummy,” Catra pulled away, shoving a paper bag between them. Adora looked at her puzzled. “Wait, what are you doing here?” she wasn’t complaining, but a moment ago she was sure, she wasn’t going to see her for a few hours. 

“I got us lunch, duh,” she answered in that snarky way that Adora knew was just supposed to hide whatever she was actually feeling. There was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. Adora let her inside the room with a grin. Seeing Catra in there always made her feel warm. Something about her being comfortable in a space that was just Adora’s. Catra dropped down on her bed, settling the bag next to her. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, poking the bag absently. Adora saw those little glances directed at her. 

“Couldn’t sit in a boring Photoshop class?” Adora smiled and plopped down on the bed next to her. 

“I could learn more on my own, so I decided to bail,” Catra smirked. “Wait, you remember what class I have?” 

“I sometimes listen to you, you know,” Adora pulled out her tongue. “Besides remembering your schedule is convenient. That way I can plan when I can see you.” 

“I…uh. Okay,” Catra seemed to not know what to say at that. Adora waited. “Thanks.” 

“Thanks?” she tilted her head, imitating a puppy. Maybe she wanted to tease her just a bit. 

“Ugh… You know,” Catra pushed lightly at her shoulder. “For caring.” 

Maybe she also wanted to hear that.

“Of course, I care about you,” Adora smiled. 

“Dork,” Catra shoved her in the side and fell onto her back, stretching. 

“Yeah, I am,” at this point, smitten might not have been enough to describe Adora’s feelings. Catra was just laying on her back relaxing. Adora opened the bag with food and pulled out three small trays of sushi and some miso soup. She would have laughed for Catra’s choice of eating fish, again, but then seeing her all comfortable on Adora’s bed made her heart flutter. She heard the quiet rumble coming from Catra’s chest. Catra was sunbathing in the warmth of afternoon sun. Adora set the boxes on the coffee table. That feeling of longing came to her. Adora wanted to wrap her arms around Catra and bury her nose behind her ear, in that soft puff of fur there. She touched Catra’s hand and made gentle circles with her thumb on the top of the palm of her hand. 

“I’m gonna go grab us some plates, be right back,” she placed a soft kiss to Catra’s shoulder and got up. She was being patient, there was no reason to rush. If someone saw her in the corridor when she walked over to the communal kitchen to grab the plates, she didn’t notice. Her daydream came to life and she didn’t need any more distractions. Maybe she was pacing a bit. Having Catra in her room, wearing her jacket and relaxing on her bed was making her buzz. This was something she wished for a long time. Being patient wasn’t easy sometimes, but the feeling of being with Catra like this was worth everything. She stopped in front of her door. Plates in her hands. This was alright, she could have this warmth in her life, she could want to be with someone like this. She took a deep breath. It was alright. She opened the door. Catra was still lounging on her bed. She smiled. She put the plates down and crawled on the bed. 

“Did you just come here to nap?” she teased, her head over Catra’s face, hair cascaded over her shoulder. She saw how Catra’s ear twitched when it tickled her. 

“Don’t forget lunch,” a sly smirk showed up on Catra’s face, her eyes still closed. 

“Oh? Is that so?” Adora grinned and gently slid her fingers over the side of Catra’s neck. She felt the rumble hiding in Catra’s throat. 

“Maybe,” Catra said, the tone of her voice lacked that usual snarkiness. Adora knew that tone, although it didn’t come out of Catra that often. Maybe she wasn’t the only one that felt that in her chest. 

“Comfortable there?” she smiled and started to softly scratch behind Catra’s ear with her other hand. A soft purr started to fill the space between them. 

“Yeah,” Catra sighed. “I knew trading my classes for a nap was worth it.” 

“And lunch, right?” Adora smiled. She couldn’t keep the tease in her voice either. Being like that together felt too good. 

“Duh,” now Catra was smiling, that gentle expression that was saved for Adora. Adora had it catalogued in her mind. Adora could swear every time she saw that expression her chest was bursting from everything she felt. Their mouth were inches away. She could feel Catra’s breath on her chin. 

“I was daydreaming about you earlier,” she confessed. 

“Oh…” Catra’s cheeks turned a shade darker, she opened her eyes for a second but closed them right after. She looked like she wanted to say something. Adora waited again. “I missed you, that’s why I came here.” 

“I missed you too.” Adora touched their noses together playfully. She could feel Catra’s breath on her cheek. 

“You’re such a dork,” Catra smiled and bent her arm over her to grab at Adora’s shirt collar. “Come here.” 

That was invitation enough. Adora closed the gap between them in a soft kiss. Their lips met and she could feel all that warmth flow out of her chest and fill the room. She felt every muscle in her body relax. It was gentle and exactly what her body longed for. The sound of Catra’s even purr filled her ears. Both of them weren’t going to rush anywhere, just happy to be there. Together. They pulled away, Adora put her forehead to Catra’s. Both of them sighed at the same time. 

“Such a dork,” Catra giggled. 

“Worth it,” Adora joined in a chuckle and planted a kiss on her forehead. Catra’s stomach grumbled hungrily. 

“Right. Nap and lunch, how could I forget?” 

“And you.” Catra smiled, and Adora thought she could daydream about that smile forever.

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