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Hospital tea is awful. Hospital food is worse. Sometimes Sherlock thinks hospitals provide awful food on purpose, to keep patients motivated to get well as soon as possible just to escape the food.
He knows it’s not true, of course. Hospital kitchens cook for the lowest common denominator, and more often than not, sick people don’t have the most refined palette anyway.
Still, there is no excuse for this croissant. It’s dry, tasteless, hard as a rock, and the jam inside is present on a molecular level at best. This pastry could be qualified as a hate crime against the French, or a human rights violation.
Or, Sherlock is angry and trying to take it out on the croissant instead of yelling at the person lying in the hospital bed he’s currently sitting next to.
Or maybe both.
It’s fuck o’clock in the morning, as John would say, and quite honestly, Sherlock would rather be anywhere else. If he has to be here, the least this hospital could do for him is a decent cup of tea and a mediocre pastry, instead of distilled bathwater and this abomination.
There’s an audible groan from the bed. Blue eyes blink open and look blearily at Sherlock.
“What the actual fuck…”
“Good bloody morning to you too, I hope you feel like shit,” Sherlock says, his voice as brittle as his smile.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry groans, closing her eyes against the dim light. “And where the fuck is here?”
“Glad you asked,” Sherlock says in a mockingly cheerful tone. “We just had a thoroughly delightful night together, you, me, and your brother, who’s just stepped out to phone your work and make up some bullshit excuse why you can’t be in today. See, it all started at one on the bloody morning, when your neighbour phoned John to inform him that he heard a loud bump and crash from your flat. Your brother decided he couldn’t just wait until morning to see whether you’d actually managed to off yourself this time, and so we went to check on you. We found you delightfully unconscious, lying in a pool of your own blood from a nasty head wound.”
“I must have tripped and fallen,” Harry mutters rebelliously.
“We found this next to you.” Sherlock holds up an empty vodka bottle. “Coincidence? Probably not.”
Harry looks away, turns her head towards the window. “Fuck off,” she mutters, quietly defiant like always.
“Oh, believe me, I would love to. But as long as you insist on dragging your brother through hell, I’m along for the ride, I’m afraid.”
“I didn’t phone him! I never asked for his help! Why does he always have to stick his fucking nose into my business? Who asked him?” Harry’s voice is raspy and raw from the alcohol and emotion, and she’s glaring daggers at Sherlock.
“Would you rather he let you die?” Sherlock asks acerbically. “Is that how selfish you are? Don’t you realise what that would do to him?”
“Yes, and who the fuck cares what it does to me,” she mutters.
“You are an adult,” Sherlock says, leaning closer and holding Harry’s angry gaze. “And furthermore, you are not my responsibility. But your brother damned well is, and it’s my job to protect and support him to the best of my ability. And quite frankly, he’s at the end of his tether, Harriet. I’m not sure how much more of this he can take.”
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know that, right?” she whispers, tears gathering in her eyes. “You act all high and mighty, like you’re so much better than me, when you’re one fucking weak moment away from ending up right down here next to me.”
Sherlock rubs a tired hand over his face. She’s right, of course. He’s a junkie. A sober junkie, but there is no cure for addiction. He will always be tempted. He will always be one needle prick away from the abyss. But that is very much not the point.
“You’re right, of course. I understand the rock bottom you’re hitting every time you disappear into that bottle better than most people. And I’ve been where you are. I’ve bitten the hand that tried to help me up, again and again. I regarded it as entirely my brother’s problem that he didn’t just wash his hands of me when I was at my lowest. But if he’d done that, I would be dead. And he would have to carry that guilt for the rest of his life. I don’t want that for John. Do you?”
She looks away, tears now streaming freely down her face. He has little sympathy, because he suspects she mainly feels sorry for herself, not for anyone else.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she mutters.
Sherlock sighs, feeling his anger slowly drain out of him. This is pointless. Addiction is complicated, nobody knows this better than him. No rousing speech will change the grip the bottle has on her. And all the love she has for her brother—and she does love him, as much as she resents him at times—won’t make her get sober. He can’t articulate, to this day, why he managed to drag himself out of that black hole. Resources helped, sure. But he doesn’t know what changed, what shifted within himself, to make it possible for him to accept the help that was offered to him.
And nothing will keep John from extending a hand, again and again, until she’s ready to take it.
“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I…” he looks down at his hands, then admits quietly, “I can’t fix this for him. I want to, and I can’t.”
“I’m trying, Sherlock. I’ll keep trying. I’ll probably fail again, but believe me, I am trying,” she says quietly.
Sherlock doesn’t answer, but he gives her a short nod as acknowledgement, because he believes her. It doesn’t necessarily make a difference, and he hates how much she keeps hurting John, but he does believe her.
She’s trying. She’ll keep trying. They all will keep trying.
And maybe someday, they can break this vicious circle. Maybe someday, she’ll stop hurting John and Sherlock can forgive her.
Until then, he’s here, because John needs him to be. And as much as he would like to fight and slay all of John’s dragons for him, that’s never going to happen. Life doesn’t work that way. But what he can do is fight alongside him. And that’s what they’ll do. They’ll fight this dragon together until they slay it.
“Don’t eat the croissants,” he tells her, as close to forgiveness as he will get as long as she keeps hurting John. “I’ll make you some topfengloatschen later.”
“Five years in, and you still can’t fucking pronounce golatsche,” Harry says, but she’s smiling at him in silent gratitude.
“Shut up,” he says, returning the smile.
Truce restored, he thinks. I wonder when we will finally have peace.
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look the idea that the same skincare advice is gonna work for everybody is such bullshit cause washing my face daily is the worst fucking thing i could do for my skin (besides doing a full skincare routine). it’s not your fault that your skin doesn’t look like your insane clean girl fave’s. they probably just don’t have skin that’s acne-prone the same way that yours is and also they’re trying to sell you things
#look. hi. it’s nobody’s fault that they have acne. you can help by keeping your face clean if that’s something that works for you obvi#but it’s genetic!!! a lot of times that’s just how your fucking skin works!!!!#as someone who has clear skin: it’s because my skin self-regulates. and if i wash it too much i break down that oil barrier#and then all the nasty shit gets in and i can Feel how raw my skin is#and i get nasty under the skin pimples starting up IMMEDIATELY.#the best shit i can do for MY face is leave it the fuck alone.#which is not to brag but to say that hey: the seven step skincare routine isn’t meant to work for everybody#and it is vehemently not your fault if it doesn’t work for you.#you gotta figure out what your skin actually needs. sometimes it’s not salicylic acid sometimes it is. y’know?#all that to say. i’ve been taking daily showers lately (good!) and washing my face every time (not that good!) and my skin hates me a little#no pimples to like three or em Under the skin. time for bracken to stop washing his fucking face like he knows he should’ve been doing :|#gotta get my oil barrier back 💔💔 skin feels raw as hell without it fr#i can Feel the bacteria getting in there#valentine notes
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HIGH OFF A HONEY PACK
chris smut, i spurred this idea when I watched this yt storytime abt this girl and her man being wild off a honeypack 🙏🏾
dom!chris • poc!reader friendly
contains: use of honeypacks (duh), chris as your bsf (i like being messy, it shouldn’t be a surprise 😪), standing up sex, raw/unprotected sex, face riding, oral (m!recieving), THICK ASS reader (I HAVE TO), pet names, no use of y/n, use of vapes (fem)
we in boston 4 this one (you’ll need to know that in the story)
word count: 1.5k (my longest one yet 😝)
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“Here, only have half, imma have the other half” He laid the honey on tongue, expressing a revolting face “That shit is nasty” He then passed back the honeypack.
Trying a honeypack with my friend/crush/Chris was the last thing I thought I would ever be doing on a late Saturday night. Prior to us being in Chris’ room taking these horrible tasting packets we were making cookies with Nick and Matt which we’re going back to after. “It is, but let’s go”
Chris and I got downstairs to Nick attacking Matt with his hands coated in cooke dough but instead of getting Matt he got Chris who was trying to stop them from potentially making a huger mess.
We waited a hot minute to roll, flatten and place the baked good on the tray, struggling to do the whole thing with the other two tattooed brothers fighting. We created alot of clutter in the kitchen but we had fun doing it. I was bored out since I hadn’t felt the honey kick in yet even though we took it about 30 minutes ago.
Chris had the sticky cookie dough covering his fingers, taunting me with them, “Come on eat it” He brought his fingers up to my face. “Hell no” Who the hell was he joking?
It wasn’t that his hands were dirty or anything we all washed our hands before baking, it was just that it I did it… It might just turn me on regardless of the honeypack. And might was an understatement, Chris is so fucking attractive, he has been ever since grade school and i’ve had a crush on him since grade school. I’d bend my ass over anytime of the day for him and I kept it lowkey most of the time but this honeypack was making it show.
Matt went to wash off in the bathroom and Nick followed him like a baby duck while trying to scrape the dough off his hands after their little food fight.
“Lick it off” Chris pressed his fingers to my lips as I gazed up at his glistening coloured eyes that were (un)intentionally seducing me. He split open my plush lips with his index and middle fingers applying pressure to force them into my mouth. I sucked on Chris’ fingers replacing the dough with my saliva still keeping eye contact with him as he was pleased watching me.
He shoved his fingers farther down along my tongue to push my limits until he pulled them out leaving my mouth feeling empty. “Good girl” Matt walked back into the kitchen a quick seconds after Chris made the comment “Go wash your hands, bro what are you doing?” He listened to Matt and went on his way.
“Holy shit.” Matt spun his head towards me looking confused “You good?”
“Yeah, yeah”
The timer finally went off for the oven and Nick sped to the oven taking care of the cookies and I was about to also taking a last hit of my nicotine but I felt eyes on me.
“What?” Chris was eyeing me down as I sat across from me as I was across the counter, set down on the on the chairs. “Nothing, you just look… Really good” I played around with my vape in my hands still feeling Chris’ eyes burning a hole through my head.
Never-fucking-mind this honey was flooding my brain and my pussy all at once
The cookie unfortunately came out just a little burnt and by a little I mean alot, I didn’t really care though because I couldn’t help myself feeling a type of way about how he was looking at me right now. It was entirely different than usual.
Hearing Matt and Nick bicker in the background made everything realer as I tried to block them out but they quieted cause Nick stopped replying to Matt, “K. Can you guys get a room or something, stop eye fucking” Nick complains looking at us with a disgusted face.
“Re-fucking-lax” Chris says towards him. They were all irritated at the state of the cookies and I have been there thinking of the way I was going to silently take him to a room.
Scaling up to approach him, I got close to his body, hovering him as he grabbed my waist, pulling me in. “Come upstairs to my bedroom a minute or two after me”, he refrained from my body to take himself upstairs.
“Just make another batch!” I was tired of hearing those two bicker, rolling my eyes to then walk upstairs soon after Chris did.
Reaching his bedroom, I opened his door to leap inside when Chris lifted me up with ease, slamming me into the door before locking it and leaving wet kisses on my neck. Chris’ hands found themselves gripping my ass and the other holding my waist to support me.
He then let go of my lower body, snaking his warm hands up my shirt, unclasping my bra and removing my top to admire my boobs, placing kisses on them, “You’re tits are so pretty mama”. Groping Chris’ length through his pants, I wanted to feed more into validation so I got on my knees in-front of him, dropping his sweatpants Chris’ throbbing cock instantly jumped out “No boxers?” I teased
I grabbed the base of his dick stroking him while lightly licking his leaking tip. Chris sucked his teeth growing impatient with me until I fully took in his cock filling my mouth and a loud guttural moan escaped his lips. “Yes baby— Fuckkk”
Pulling his length out from between my lips, I spit all over the head of his length using the natural lubricant to tease the slit sucking on it. “Sucking it even better than my fingers” he chuckled as I hollowed my cheeks on him as I gazed up at Chris’ face which showed an expression of lust which made me pleased. Bobbing my head relentlessly until Chris gave me the signal that he was going to release.
Chris’ cum flowed through my throat and I had no problem swallowing it all, every last drop. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He hoisted me to turn around and make my back face him.
My libido was stronger than ever with the honey boosting my arousal ���Yes, I’m a good girl for you” I couldn’t wait any longer with Chris stroking his length at my entrance before he pushed into me with full strength making me feel completely filled up to brim and stretched out to my limit.
“Fuck!” Chris’ cock rubbed against my walls as I clenched around him, it didn’t stop him from abusing my insides, throwing deep and fast thrusts into me. Skins slapped against each others making fapping sounds shower along his bedroom walls. Pulling me back into him for my arms to fall to the door and I had to use it to support my body from the harsh thrusts I was taking.
Pressing my back for me to arch, the more he sent his length in my dripping cunt the louder my screams got and Chris spanked my ass “Shh, do you want Matt and Nick hear us?” He covered my mouth with his hands to avoid me from ratting us out even as he was hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle “Chris! Yes— Shit! I’m coming”
Chris pulled out abruptly “Chris—” I whined, “You’re gonna cum on this tongue mama” He carried me onto the edge of his bed, holding my legs up in the air, setting his tongue on my clit just nipping at it before he stopped and pulled his face from my heat “Stop teasing me”.
“You gonna sit on my face baby” Usually I would’ve been tweaking on some different shit about my weight being on him or whatever but I couldn’t give two fucks at the moment, the honey had me spiralling and I need to cum. I nodded my head yes and Chris laid straight on the bed and I climbed over him with my knees on both sides of his head hovering his face. “Sit”
He didn’t have to tell me twice and I lowered myself onto his face. Chris latched his lips to my pulsating cunt making me gasp as his tongue danced on me. I waved my hips over Chris’ face, his nose was giving me even more pleasure and my mouth fell open “Yes, yes, yes, fuck Chris”.
Riding his face continuously, I got close to my orgasm quickly from my last one, Chris used his hands to dig his face into my pussy and licking the wetness off. “I’m cumming, please Chris” I released all over Chris’ face, shuddering.
I lifted off of him to just let my body fall onto the bed.
“There’s no way they didn’t hear you”
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After Missions
Miguel O’Hara x Reader
Plot: Miguel rarely let’s anyone in after missions. But he does make exceptions.
Genre: PG-13
A/N: Movie was amazing! I would say more but I’ll stop myself. I see a lot of fics for Miguel but there’s few SFW ones, that needs to changed. Reblogs and comments are appreciated!
“You sure you don’t need to get yourself checked out?”
“I’m fine.”
“I can literally see a gash on your side, Miguel.” Jess deadpans.
“I’m fine.”
“Is that all you know how to say?”
“No-yes-argh! Just leave me alone please.” Miguel widens his stride, entering his private space. Well, almost private space.
“I can call her.” Lyla and her uncanny ability to pop up despite not being called for.
“You will do no such thing.” Miguel winces as he takes a seat. Peeling off his suit, he groans as the gash looks at him with a nasty red smile. This was going to take a while.
Lyla shrugs, “Suit yourself boss.” Her hologram switches off quicker than usual and Miguel knows that she’s up to something. Not that he had the energy to care.
Using his left leg, Miguel pulls out the first aid kit with difficulty. The gash was just all in a day’s work, but that didn’t mean he looked forward to stitching it up after every mission. You always did it much better.
“So, are you even going to sleep tonight?”
Miguel sees you standing at the entrance and curses internally.
“One of these days, I’m going to shut Lyla down.” He mutters, loud enough for you to hear.
“It was Peter actually. Thank god because he knew you would be to stubborn to call for help.” Despite your jab at Miguel, you didn’t seem to bothered at how grumpy he was.
Sitting across him, you take the needle from Miguel’s hands. “You didn’t think of taking some painkillers before I don’t know- you try and sow yourself up?”
“I don’t need it.” Miguel grunts as you prepare to clean the wound. He hisses loudly as the cotton touches the raw skin.
“Sure tough guy, keep telling yourself that.” You chuckle. “Here, take these.” You pass him a couple of painkillers before getting to work.
Silence takes over as you steadily work on his wounds. Pursing your lips in concentration, you finish the last bit, cutting off the excess string.
“Done!” You stand up slowly to stretch your body. You stand beside Miguel who is still sitting down, tossing on a grey sweater. You run your fingers through his curly hair, giving Miguel a head pat.
“What are you doing?” Miguel doesn’t seem annoyed. In fact, he seemed more confused at your actions.
“A head pat. I thought that would be obvious. For a job well done. Usually the people that I stitch up are way more fidgety.” You mused. “Besides, isn’t it nice?”
Miguel’s about to tell you that he isn’t a domesticated animal but your fingers somehow work magic on his scalp. He finds himself automatically leaning into your touch, letting out a soft purr.
“Not a word to anyone about this.”
“As long as you come straight to me after missions.”
“Deal.”
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Afterword
“Did you guys see that! Miguel just smiled! Oh the world’s going to end soon.” Peter gasps dramatically as he paces up and down the room with a babbling Mayday.
“I knew our boss had some color to him! He’s not just multiverse business and all.” Pavitr grins. “Hobie come on, gimme my 10 bucks.”
“Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this. How was I supposed to know O’Hara had a soft side to him?” Hobie passes him a couple of bills.
“Alright guys, let’s get outta here before Miguel finds out.” Gwen ushers the group towards the exit before all four come to halt to see an unamused Miguel glaring at them.
“Oh shit.”
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Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer
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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!
Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*
Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰
Sam:
-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.
-he is SO BAD at hiding it
-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)
-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.
-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀
-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything
Sebastian:
-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing
-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell
-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two
-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)
-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰
-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀
Harvey:
-Harvey is a good man. A very good man
-god bless his soul 😫
-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀
-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol
-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.
-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him
-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer
-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭
Elliott:
-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes
-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss
-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP
-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)
-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE
-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭
- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)
-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼♀️ self care king ����
Shane:
-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!
-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction
-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him
-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭
-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day
-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)
-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(
Alex:
-my man, my maaaaan 🥰
-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul
-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon
-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!
-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰
-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?
-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog
-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)
-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀
-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡
-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— RANDOM DEKU HC’S
ʚ♡ɞ˚— a/n: these are some thoughts on what I believe izuku is like in the bedroom, what I believe he’s into, and the type of kinks he has.
MDNI || 18+ MATURE CONTENT BELOW
izuku is a freak bro- literally so fucking nasty.
will cum in your mouth and make out with you as he tastes his own cum.
his mouth is almost always attached to your pussy and ass. loves eating you out so much and will cum untouched at times where he’s too turned on from it.
any position where your pussy is on his mouth is his favorite. whether that be face sitting, 69, etc.
If you end up squirting, will literally burry his face in your cunt!
loves fingering your ass and pussy at the same time.
lowkey has a mommy and lactation kink. will often call you mommy while sucking your breast.
pull his hair- oh my god that definitely gets him going. he wants it so bad.
when he’s subbing, and you peg him?? spank him, pull his hair, choke him, he’ll come so hard.
loves when you ride him, the sound of your moans and your breast bouncing in his face will make him cum on the spot.
loves when you rim him from the back while jerking him off.
will say the nastiest shit ever. doesn’t matter how used to it you are, he will always have you blushing 😭
his dirty talk is so filthy, whether he’s submissive or dominate.
the textbook definition of a switch
when he’s submissive, he’s a whining and moaning mess. he makes sure to let you know how good you’re making him feel through his sweet noises.
when he’s dominant, he’ll be a soft dom, but sometimes he’ll be rough with you if he’s extremely pent up or if you ask him to be.
If you want him on his knees begging you to let him cum then that’s exactly what he’ll do. if you want him to fuck you so hard against the mattress that you forget your own name, that’s exactly what he’ll do. however, if he’s feeling one thing more than the other he’ll let you know so you both can compromise.
likes to fuck you in front of a mirror just so he can have a view of his cock going inside you
loves when you leave a ring of your arousal around his cock if he’s fucking you raw
would love to film you both someday, but he’s a little shy about that one. (funny enough)
he thinks mutual masturbation is one of the hottest things ever.
if you both are away from each other and he gets horny, he’ll steal one of you pairs of underwear, sniffing it as he fucks himself against his pillow.
toys are definitely welcomed. you both have a lot!
he loves fucking you and himself with a double ended dild o in both of your asses while he fucks you himself.
quirks are also used in the bedroom. has this fantasy of using black whip to move you up and down on his cock and use your pussy like a fleshlight.
If it’s too much for him he will unintentionally activate a tiny percentage of one for all and fuck you so hard you pass out.
praise kink, degrading kink go brrrr
edging kink, overstimulation kink go brrr
he also wants to give you a oil massage and get you off slowly. wants the same thing done to him.
he wants to be used so much he’s covered in love marks, cum, and back scratches, and wants you to be in the same state.
wants to go on for hours and hours. with him there’s never a dull moment.
and that’s why he’s such a fucking freak bro 😭
but don’t call him that cause he’ll get off to it 💀
however, he can also be extremely sweet and wholesome in the bedroom.
he loves you so much! sex is a very intimate act for him so he wants to show you how much he loves you.
he so soft, and sweet, will be so gentle with you and ask you if everything is okay.
body worship is one of his favorite things in the whole world. giving and receiving! please make him feel good with your words. tell him he’s beautiful while kissing every scar litering his body. he cries with love filled tears.
he also does the same to you. will spend hours kiss every inch of you body, commenting things like “you’re the most beautiful person in the world. I can’t believe you’re mine. I love you so much”
it’s very passionate and overwhelmingly emotional. If you’re not tearing up he is.
the amount of love he has for you cannot simply be described in words. It’s so much more than that
you’re his other half, his soulmate.
and despite his dirty mind, despite all of his sexual desires regarding you, he cannot help his infatuation with you.
so in love with you that sometimes he overwhelms himself with his own emotions, despite the two of you dating.
but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
so that’s why sex is such a roller coaster of emotions, passions, desires, intimacy, and fun!
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Apple - c.b. one shot
I’ll add all the fuckin banners and cuts later AND fix the formatting (LEAVE ME ALONE!! Lmao) For now 18+ or else I’ll send Mike Ermentrout to finish your sorry ass off. - warnings are smut. Choking spitting all the nasty slutty shit.
*pretend this is a pretty cut ooo so pretty and dainty*
The fucking apple granite. The stupid, absolutely unnecessary apple granite. He had replayed making the dish in his head the rest of his shift, he looked right at it. He looked right. at it. Where the fuck was his head?
You.
His mind, it was on you. It was on that god damned tattoo you had shown him last week. In tiny letters - so delicate and pretty, dainty even - was his last name. Berzatto. The first time he saw it knelt before where you were sitting on the bed as if he were worshipping a goddess and hugged your middle, kissing your ribs just over the second skin bandage your artist placed for you.
When Richie came to the kitchen with a plate, there were a few confused whispers, when he walked to Carmen’s station, cleared his throat and went “uh- Chef?” Syd paid attention, because he was returning with a plate - and not joking about it.
“Yo” Carm replied not looking up from the oysters he was splitting for the next plate. Focused. Something he always was - used to be. Used to be - used to be. That’s what fucks with him, still. Each day, it got worse. The feeling, the pull. Whenever he shut the door to your shared apartment behind him, he was counting the seconds until he could return. It never used to be like this. This angered him to say the least.
“Table 13” Richie set the plate down in front of him, half eaten and Carmen quickly looks over, having realized the meticulous plating he quickly understood the work to be his.
“And?” He asked without missing a beat, his tone was growing more agitated, now. What, what could this fucking patron have a problem with? That was what he thought at first, until Richie said
“They um- the wife - she realized halfway that she didn’t get the apple granite. She asked if you can..add it.” His voice got small by the end. Richie knew he was sealing the god damned warrant for everyone’s day to go in the shitter the second he had come into that kitchen with a plate for Carmen, and a complaint.
“Add it?” Carmy snaps, before he angrily took the plate, chucking it in the garbage can so hard the glass shattered. “Comp the fucking table” he grabs another plate and both quickly and masterfully put together the appetizer they’d ordered once again, making sure it was pristine.
“Fucking apple granite” he mumbled angrily to himself. “Tina where the fuck is my saffron how long does it take, chef?!” He barked, handing the plate to Richie and he hightailed it out of the kitchen fast as he could.
“Sorry Jeff! You put it on the top shelf I had to have Marcus help me get it” she drops off the bowl of the prepared spice at his station and quickly heads back to hers. The rest of the day went like this, and Syd exhausted herself trying to keep 3 steps ahead of him to keep the peace in the kitchen as best as she could.
She wasn’t always successful though, of course. Carmen flew off the handle a total of 3 times that shift, and his throat was actually a little raw from shouting. His voice sounded a bit deeper and horse due to this as well. He had scrubbed the skin off his hands just about brushing the grout until it damn near sparkled, and wasn’t walking in the door until around 12:05.
You were in bed, laid up watching some murder mystery show per usual in one of Carmy’s older ratty white shirts with sauce stains and random holes from god knows what. Your legs were bare, shining from having been slathered in Carmen’s favorite scented lotion after you’d had a shower. He nudged the door open with his knuckle, and you just stared at eachother for a moment.
The vibe radiating off him wasn’t the most pleasant. You’d known he’d had a bad day from the look on his face and the way he was holding himself. “You” he said. His voice was raw and scratchy, curls greasy from tugging on them all day.
“M-me?” You sit up a bit as he comes in the room, the fabric of his jeans swishing as he moved, the only other sound the soft volume on the tv and the hum of your bedroom fan. He dropped his backpack at the end of the bed, nudging off his sneakers and tossing them in the closet with a loud thud against the wall before flicking the door shut without a care of how brutely he was acting.
“What’s our word?” He asked and you swallowed thickly.
Oh…oh- he had one of those days
“Cocoa” you told him and sat on your knees politely, sitting back on your feet on the mattress as he approaches you and cups your cheek.
“M’not gonna go easy t’night, m’not gonna be gentle ‘er nice. You alright w’that?” He held your jaw, making you look at him, your cheeks slightly smushed.
“Yes” you said softly, looking up at him expectantly. He grabbed his ring you’d bought him from the nightstand, putting it on his middle finger while he watched you.
“Wanna know what happened at work today?” He muttered, flipping the ring to the inside of his hand so the initials were facing his palm and your eyes widened a bit. “Mmhmm” he nods and your cheeks heat at the realization of what was to come.
“W-what what did I do?” You squeak. In response you felt the cold white gold on your neck, pushing you back to lay down on the mattress and light pressure, just enough for that cool light feeling to start building in your head.
“This” he rucks the shirt up with his hand, calloused fingers brushing over your ribs to thumb over the now healed tiny tattoo under your left breast. “I can’t fuckin’ focus” he rubs his thumb back and forth over it, tightening his hand lightly.
“Why?” You asked lightly, since you could only get so much air. His piercing lust filled eyes met your glossed out ones, hazy, blissed out.
“Why?” he whispered, leaning in, more of his weight on your throat. The monogram was digging in, likely to leave a bruise. He tuts at your little squeak. “Don’t try to play stupid.” He leans in, his breath fanning your lips. “I was thinkin’ how nice it is that y’mine. Mm? How I can come take this pussy whenever I want” he trailed his hand that was thumbing over your tattoo down, down, down, until its cupping your heat through your daisy patterned panties.
You couldn’t think, all you could do was watch the Saint Anthony pendant dangling in front of your face “huh? Who owns this?” He spanks your pussy lightly, breaking you out of your daze with a small gasp. “I said who owns you?” He growled in the shell of your ear. You felt yourself dripping, your panties were becoming uncomfortable.
“You-“ you gasp as he spanked you again, harder.
“Who?” He challenged, rubbing away the sting with his cupped hand. “Try again.” He said in that soft, nearly patronizing way.
“Daddy” you whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Daddy owns me” you widen your legs for him more, inviting him to take more of you.
“That’s a good kitten” he released your throat, kissing over the ‘CB’ that had been branded into your skin before grabbing your hips, and flipping you so you were stomach down like a rag doll. You gasp a bit, hearing the shhhlick of his belt after he unbuckled it and tossed it to the floor. “Do you care about these?” He snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to squeak in surprise
“N-no but-“
Your interrupted by the sharp sound of ripping fabric and suddenly your entire backside was exposed, “good” he said as he lined his tip up with your entrance. He holds you open with his fingers, spitting right over your hole that was clenching and unclenching in anticipation before thrusting in. You whine into the pillow, gripping the sheets with a white knuckle at the burning sensation as he splits you open. He growls hotly, pushing in deeper and you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Tears spring to your eyes, wetting the pillow below as he used you. He spanks you, hard enough that the monogram of his ring would leave bruises on your ass to admire later before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth off his cock. “So fuckin tight. All f’me” he moaned, head falling back in bliss. He spanked you again, and again, your ass stinging and burning as he fucked up into your g-spot.
You were essentially sobbing with pleasure at this point, face buried into the pillow, muttering ‘please daddy please’ - babbling really. You weren’t sure what you were begging for at this point, mercy maybe? But Carmen wasn’t offering that until you’d been broken tonight. “Yeah? Beggin me t’use you? Mm? You like being my little cockwhore yeah?” He laid over you, tucking his hand underneath your frame and finding your clit, rubbing back and forth over the twitching nub.
He growls hotly in your ear “hear that? Mmm?” He thrusts harder. Your jaw was slack, face smushed into the pillow as the cold metal of his ring assaulted your clit. You whine in response, listening to the wet smacking sounds of skin against skin. “Fuckin suckin me in. Y’looove when I fuck you like this huh? Tell me how much you love it when daddy uses this pretty pussy” he spanks you “go’head. Tell daddy” he purrs in your ear.
“S-s’much!” You cry out, tears wetting your cheeks and your combined sweat causing your bodies to move together with no friction. “So much daddy- I love it- I’m yours. I belong to you” you clench around him, unable to stop it as your orgasm washes over you, making it hard for him to thrust it was so intense.
“Jeeesus” he spanked you over your raw pink flesh and you yelp “pussy is fuckin swallowing my cock huh? Beggin t’be fucked like this.” Your taken by surprise when he sits up, taking your hair in his fist and pulling fucking you faster. The entire bed shakes, the headboard slamming against the wall in a quick steady rhythm.
You couldn’t even think of anything. Your entire mind felt fuzzy and your body was overcome with pleasure. You weren’t even aware of the noises you were making, you could only focus on Carmy and what was making him feel good. Your back arched slightly and he pulls you up harder, you were now flush to his chest and he takes your neck into his hand once again, squeezing lightly and you smiled at the heightened pleasure it brought, looking back at Carm lovingly.
“Aww look at you huh?” He rubs your clit quicker and your hips jerk a bit “so pretty. Sooo pretty when I fuck y’stupid like this huh? Look at this droolin on my hand like a little animal” he thumbs the spit from the corner of your mouth.
“I-“ you rest your head back, trying to catch your breath. He released his hand lightly “I love you” you said softly and he kissed your forehead gently, tenderly - before holding your arm behind your back, and pushing you into the mattress, thrusts becoming sloppier.
“I know baby- I know. Y’take me so well huh? You were made for this cock” he moaned, his hand coming down on your ass and you flinch a bit so he rubbed the sting away with his palm, spreading you out with his hands so he could watch as he pounded you. Just jaw falls lacks as he sees the strings of your arousal coating his cock, pulling back and snapping with each thrust. The sounds he was making were lewd and whiny and raw
“So fuckin lucky- god I’m so fuckin lucky” he breathes, tugging your hips flush to his, filling you up with a low grunt, his chest rising and falling with each pant. He carefully pulled out of you, carefully rubbing up your sides with gentle hands. “Y’good baby?” He asked softly and squeezed your hips.
You let out a soft mmhmm before nuzzling into the pillow and closing your eyes, stray tears falling down your cheeks. “My sweet babygirl” he said softly and laid next to you, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair. “You did so good mm? Such a good girl f’me” he kissed your lips tenderly.
You looked up at him, still fully blissed out and mind swarming with nothing but him. “We gotta get you some water huh? That was a lot f’you angel” he reached on your bedside table, grabbing your big pink owala bottle and clicking it open, holding it to your lips. “Drink f’me- at least 3 sips huh?” He coaxed, gently kissing your forehead and brushing your hair from your eyes.
You blinked a few times, finally digesting what he was saying and realizing everything was over. Your ass was sore, your pussy was sore, and your mouth was stuck together like glue. “Mm” your lip pouts out subconsciously. “I hurt” you said softly.
“Yeah honey? S’okay, let daddy take care f’you mm?” He pressed the bottle to your lips “drink-“ he ordered gently. You obliged leaning in slightly and sucking up the icy beverage. As soon as it hits your dry throat you moan softly at the relief, eyes fluttering shut as you gulp down the water. “Thas’a good girl” he coo’d, carefully brushing over your brow with his thumb. “Yknow I brought your favorite chocolate cake huh? There were a few pieces left - took ‘em all f’you” he mused with a slight smile.
You pulled away from the water, a bit dribbling down your chin from how desperately you were gulping down water, unsure how badly you needed it before he pressed it to your lips. “W’the-“
“Chocolate ganache? Mm- even put strawberries on the top f’each slice sweet girl, made y’a batch of chocolate covered strawberries too a dozen of em. Couldn’t let y’favorite chocolate go to waste, mm angel?” He rubbed over your bum gently, taking his hand away when you flinched. “Oo-“ he hissed through his teeth in surprise. “And some ice f’this poor bum eh?” He carefully sat up and padded to the kitchen.
He came back with a damp dish towel and gallon ziplock full of ice, as well as a spoon and plate of cake and a few chocolate covered strawberries. He set the supplies on the nightstand, opening the draw and you watched him as he pulled out your ‘after play numbing spray’ as the bottle called it, and aloe baby wipes. He took out 4 wipes, gently spreading your thighs. “Tell me if it hurts mm?” He said softly.
You watch as he carefully flips you over and cleans you up gently, assuring there was no cum left dripping out of you uncomfortably before picking you up carefully and taking you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet and leaning against the wall as you went, crossing his arms and looking at the ceiling to give you some privacy. “Was I too rough?” He asked quietly as you tugged toilet paper off the wall and wiped gently to avert the soreness.
“No” you replied simply and stood, flushing and going to wash your hands. He wrapped his arms around your waist, carefully lifting your breast to observe his last name inked into your skin in the mirror.
“Y’sure?” He ran his middle finger over it, your nipple becoming hard at the action.
“M’sure. Can you feed me cake now?” You asked, shutting the sink off and drying your hands before padding back to bed, laying on your stomach. He laid the cool towel, before the bag of ice over your bum that felt like it was on fire and you groaned softly.
“Mm- thank you” you rested your cheek on your forearm as he sat, holding a chocolate strawberry to your lips. “So what really got you all worked up?” You asked, opening your mouth and taking a bite of the sweet and sour berry.
“Some dipshit lady realized I f’got the stupid apple granite.”
Fin
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fuck I just. I just scrolled through your entire blog and just. it just got me so worked up I had to send anon
I'm imagining just. being at a club or a rave or something. dressed in something slutty but my cheeks are flushed and I'm looking around nervously and you can tell I'm ashamed because of it. maybe someone told me to leave my bra at home or maybe I made myself do it because it gets me off
either way we lock eyes and I see something in your gaze and I gulp and you see something in mine and.
and then we're in the bathroom and you're shoving me against the wall and. my tits are heavy and bare and you rip my top off to get to them and. anything else I was wearing too
and I'm barely able to brace myself against the toilet before you're smearing your cock against my cunt and. it's dripping because I'm a whore and I've been turned on ever since I entered the building and felt my nipples poke obscenely through the fabric and. kept thinking of someone like you seeing me
and so you fuck into me raw or maybe I shakily hand you a condom but it's too small so you snap it in half on the way in and you can feel how I clench when I realize you don't give a shit
and you're lifting me by the hips and fucking into me hard and rough and nasty and raw and I have to cling onto the toilet for dear life and. I'm so tight and I hardly ever take more than two fingers but you don't fucking care and some broken sound escapes me as you rip me open
and you fuck the last inch in and I feel your tip nudge against the deepest part of me and you're just slightly too big so each rough skin-slapping thrust sends a dull painful throb through me
but it's worth it, it's all worth it and I'm moaning like a whore and tears are streaming down my face and my makeup's fucked but I don't care, and you rut into me and you look down and you see my ass spread so wantonly, and you spit on my crack and that's the only warning before you shove your thumb in my ass, and I tighten like a fucking vice and a shaky, deeper pathetic groan escapes me
and you keep fucking me and keep digging your thumb into my ass whenever you want to feel me clench down around you
and finally you press flush against me and grab my ass until there's red streaks on each cheek and cum so deep inside me I can feel it pool in my stomach
and before I know it you're gone, the feeling of you cumming inside me bringing me over the edge too, too blissed out to hear you leave
too blissed out to notice anything, like you spreading my thighs and taking a picture of my claimed ass and gaping, leaking cunt, or a picture of my tits and my cumdrunk face
and I wouldn't notice if you took my panties or ripped holes in my clothing
I'd just be left there, cold and alone, knowing I'll think about you for the rest of my life
fuck
anon this is the single hottest fantasy I've ever been sent and I fucking. WILL be jerking off thinking about this what the fuck. anon I want to pump a load into you in a back alley. god I need this.
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Weekly recap | October 16th-29th 2023 (Part Two)
And here is everything that wouldn't fit in the last rec 😅
Complete
I hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Accidental Marriage | 4K | Teen): "Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married."
but who could stay? by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Post S5E11, Canon Divergent | 8K | Teen): or, afraid of Eddie leaving, Buck proposes to Taylor. She says no.
this could be your happy hunting ground by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Post S5E10 | 13K | Teen): or, Eddie leaves the 118. Everyone adjusts. Especially Buck.
i'd spend a lifetime giving you my heart by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting | 10K | Teen): or, there’s an earthquake. Buck and Eddie meet trapped together.
raw denial by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Getting Together, BDSM | 4K | Explicit): Or, the one where Buck wears a shirt with a specific meaning and Eddie kind of spirals about it.
take control (mind, body, and soul) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Vampire Eddie, Established Buddie, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Or, the one where human Buck wants his vampire boyfriend to compel him during sex. They get nasty with it.
Coming On Ever So Strong / Coming Off Ever So Soft by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Getting Together, PWP | 14K | Explicit): They get drunk, Eddie makes a move and then there is the next morning.
Hot and Heavy by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-Season 6 | 9K | Explicit): Five times Eddie had casual sex with someone who wasn't Buck and the time they finally got their shit together.
if you go down in the woods today by oklahoma/ @forthewolves (Getting Together, Hurt Buck | 6K | Teen): “Oh, oh. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you.” Buck grips Bobby’s hands as he goes down to the ground, looking up at Eddie with hot fire in his big blue eyes. “You’re gonna owe me so many blowjobs when I wake up. D’you hear me, Eddie Diaz? You owe me so bad.”
I thought I saw you caught in the high branches by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Magical Realism | 3K | Teen): Buck dreams of an invisible boy. (Part 1 of All I Am, All That I Am)
🔥where all of the people dancing and clapping would greet me with such warmth by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Season 6, Magical Realism | 15K | Mature): In the fall, Buck begins to disappear. (Part 2 of All I Am, All That I Am)
my palm upon your collarbone by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Coma Buck | 1K | Teen): Eddie waits. (Part 3 of All I Am, All That I Am)
falling apart (feeling lucky) by elless (Getting Together | 1K | General): Or, the aftermath of their first time.
the next best thing by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (PWP, Getting Together | 9K | Explicit): Or, Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.
Appetency by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Getting Together | 4K | General): When Buck learns Eddie has suddenly developed a sweet tooth, he falls down a bit of a research spiral about the cause behind unusual sugar cravings, and tries to help Eddie with this perceived problem. Eddie’s ‘problem’ isn’t exactly what Buck has in mind.
interlude. by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (S5E16: May Day | 1,7K | General): or, a look at the conversation buck and eddie had in the hospital after the dispatch fire.
how long (till we call this love?) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-Season 6 | 18K | Teen): post-finale. it takes a lot of twists and turns and arguments and misunderstandings, but buck and eddie eventually find their way to each other.
'cause you were never mine by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post S5E14 | 1K | Teen): or, the instructor at the equestrian center thinks buck is chris' other dad, and he has feelings about it.
the feeling you can know so much (without knowing anything at all) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post S5E09 | 2K Teen): “You don’t have to cancel your plans with Taylor, you know,” he says quietly. “Chris will understand.” Buck shakes his head. “Some things are more important.” “More important than spending the holiday with the woman you love?” Eddie blurts out without thinking.
🔥 Nothing Left But Youby Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU | 27K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.
and if someone asked me if I love you (I'd lie) by forgetmyname/ @kingmieczyslaw (Crack | 10K | Explicit): Eddie has a concussion. Suddenly he can't lie. It would be fine if he wasn't trying his best to not confess his undying love for Buck.
The dominoes cascaded in a line by forgetmyname/ @kingmieczyslaw (Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting | 4K | Teen): 8pack: I’m not looking for sex, but I really need a flathead screwdriver. I just moved here and I need to put my place together. So, I know it’s kind of random, but can I borrow one by any chance? I don’t really know my neighbors and you’re the closest person to me on Grindr. - Adriana Diaz downloads Grindr for Eddie. He needs a screwdriver. It's a whole thing.
🔥 All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.
All Your Ordinary Kisses by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Getting Together | 5K | General): Buck mentions to the team how much he misses kissing when he’s not in a relationship. Eddie makes a really stupid suggestion.
WIP
🔥 for all the haunts and homes of menby euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 11/? | 96K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.
Re-Read
Backwards Tango by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Post-Season 5, PWP, Getting Together | 11K | Explicit): When Buck lets himself be dragged out to a bar to "stop moping," he expected to babysit, nurse a beer, and silently bemoan falling for his best friend. The last thing he expected was for that best friend to be at the bar as well and... ...wait, is Eddie stripping!?
#buddie#buddie fic#911 fanfic#911 fanfiction#911 fic#buddie fanfic#buddie fanfiction#buddie fic rec#epic buddie fic rec
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𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍
This was requested by @gomussy I hope you like it
- 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝟑𝐥 💋
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ? 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 ? 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 .
When it comes to sex Jey is most definitely not ashamed to try out new things in bed and brag to others about how he has you drippin in under a minute , so why is it that every time you bring up the topic of bdsm and wanting him to choke you all of a sudden it’s a problem?
“ Bae i done already told you i ain’t doing that shit ”he said and plopped down next you on your shared bed . “ But whyyyy ? ” you groaned out in frustration still quite not understanding why such a small thing is so hard for him to do. “ Because i said so , now stop asking me questions and come over here so we can watch baddies east together ” Rolling your eyes you crawled up to him and made your self comfortable under the sheets.
A few minutes in you started to get bored , so what better way to past time than to tease your boyfriend ? you positioned your on top of his lap and pretended to situate yourself above his crotch area . “ Tf you keep moving for ? ” he breathed out a laugh and focused his attention back to tv even though you could feel the growing bulge up against your clothed pussy . Kissing your teeth at his dismissal you decided to start whispering nasty shit in his ear , cause if there’s one thing about Jey is he likes dirty talk .
“ I know you want me as much as i want you , so why you keep tryna stop the motion ? ” you questioned looking up at him . Breathing out deeply through his nose he said “ I ain’t tryna stop shit , now turn yo ass around and watch the damn show ”. Scrunching up your face you did what was told and turned back around , however you sure as hell wasn’t gonna give up so easily . Slowly creeping your hand up his thigh you froze when he suddenly grabbed it and gave you a “ i’m bout to fuck that ass up ” look . Grabbing your face between his hands he brang his face closer to yours and said “ You keep pushing and pushing the limit , now i’m finna show you sumn . Roll over on your hands and knees ”. Rolling your on knees you arched your back and spreaded your legs wide open so he could see the damp spot highlighting the centre of your white lace panty .
You couldn’t contain the big grin on your face finally getting him to snap . Getting behind you he used his thumb to gently rub your clit behind the thin piece of fabric . “ Look at you , so pathetic. You were just begging for my attention and now here you are moaning like no tomorrow over a little rubbing ”. Whimpering you tried to grind your hips against his fingers to get more friction “ Daddy pleaseee…” . Snickering he removed his hand and pushed your panties to the side allowing him to see your pulsating pussy clenching over nothing . “ Now see , i was gonna eat you out later , but because you wanna be a desperate little whore imma go in your shit raw ”.
Before you even had the chance to protest you felt his fat tip slowly begin to part your lips like a barrier. You both like out a sigh in content , finally being able to feel each other. He muttered a small “ fuck it ” and began pounding your shit in like he wanted you to feel it all up in ya guts . Letting out a yelp from not being able to take all his dick you try and use your hand to push back his hips but to no avail he just slaps your hands off him . “ Keep your hands forward ” he groaned out stopping for a second to let his spit drop onto dick and then tapped on your clit causing you to moan out even more . “ Give me both of your hands “ he commanded while sliding his cock back inside your slick heat . Listening you gave him both of your hands behind your back , and just like that he was of again using your hands like a bondage of some sort to fully make you feel all the curves and bumps on dick .
“ ohhhh… fuckkk” you whined out and moved your hands downward to rub your clit . Slapping your hands away he leaned over you and grabbed your neck from behind “ who told you to touch my pussy huh ? my dick ain’t enough for you ? ” weakly nodding your head you closed your eyes feeling overwhelmed from the way he hitting inside you so good and deep . “ I thought so . Is this what you wanted all along ? for me to treat you like a dirty slut hmm ? well you could’ve been asked from the beginning ”. His hips started to stutter letting you know that his orgasm was fastly approaching just like yours . You couldn’t even mutter a word , all that was coming out was breathless pants and whines . Then it hit you all at once like a powerful wave . “ Daddy ! ” you shouted out coming all around his dick almost collapsing in complete bliss . “ Shittt ” he mumbled quickly pulling out his dick and releasing his cum all over back .
Letting go off your neck he got up went to retrieve a wet rag from the bathroom but by the time he came back you were already knocked out . Laughing he got back into bed with you and whispered “ I hope you’re happy now babe ” and kissed your forehead.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 💋
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Ik this is shit and looks rushed but i hope you like it bae . Ps sorry for any mistakes.
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you think lance and his pretty cheerleading gf have a little chastity agreement? she’s in a small town, she goes to church, she knows the values of virginity. but somehow he convinces her she’s still a virgin if he fucks her ass
I've been thinking about this all day with a fucking out in my stomach because GOD YOU JIST KNOW WHAT'LL DRIVE ME CRAZY.
Listen, I think Lance has a unique relationship with pain. He's been pushed by his coach to play on an injury for what might be years now, the doctors talk about the heaps of scar tissue they had to remove from his knee when he finally went to the hospital, he is extremely extremely familiar with ignoring his own pain and smiling through it. Why I bring this up is... Anal. The discomfort, the way his little girlfriend whines and whimpers and squirms while he sticks his fingers in her ass to stretch her out. Not only is he familiar with pain, I think he has a fascination with the euphoria that comes from the intersection of pain and pleasure.
I think he Lance has a nasty habit of shoving his cock in just a little too fast, tells her it's because he can't help it she just feels too good but the truth is he loves the way it makes her squeak, loves the way her pretty face twists up when he dies it. It hurts? He knows all about hurt, keep pushing and it'll feel good, baby I promise. Sometimes she gets fed up with his shit and smacks his arms and chest just to try to express a glimmer of how much it pisses her off when he does that. Never too hard though, never as hard as she'd like and never close enough to that stupid pretty face of his because, god forbid they start a fight over it and there goes her ticket out of town.
Don't even get me started on the chastity bit like UGHH a whole other layer!!!!! Him being this perfect golden boy in town, shows his face at church every Sunday after the big Friday night games. Kid's a celebrity, and he's out here convincing his girlfriend to let him slather his cock up with baby oil and shove it in her asshole in the back of his truck, raw too might I add, because if he can't get her up the duff how bad can it really be? She's still a virgin, never had a set of fingers shoved up that pussy, she's pure as the snow. And meanwhile she's desperate to get out of this town, and so hungry for love, for connection, security, she lets him. It ain't all bad though, lance loves eating her pussy, loves her pretty big ol tits, and grabbing her ass in front of people letting them know she's spoken for. 🥴
Thanks for indulging me Indybug let's look at his pretty face
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babe! H, J, & K for Kuroo and Bokuto please!!! I have a need and I am dying 🫣
This is so fun, thank you in advance!
You fed me with this, because I missed my man Bokuto!🤍🖤💛
❥⋱Koutarou Bokuto:
❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc
Bokuto loves giving you hickeys and he highly encourages you to give him hickeys as well! He wants everyone to know that he’s a happily taken man with a very healthy sex life 🤭
He loves to leave hickeys on your neck- trailing from your neck down your collarbone and down your shoulder. They vary in shape/size because he's constantly changing the tempo of his kisses, bites, and sucks. They will all be a bright to deep red, though, because he suckles on your skin like he's trying to eat it.
When he returns to his team after a heated night with you, he’ll intentionally walk around in just gym shorts and a wife beater so they all can see all the marks, hickeys, and nail indents that you've left on him!
❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?
Sweet Love - Chris Brown
“Oh, baby, let’s get naked, just so we can make sweet love
All these sensations got me goin' crazy for ya
Inside on top of you, grindin' inside and out of you
Baby, I know what to do, baby, I know what to do
So come on, baby girl, let's just take our clothes off
Just so we can make sweet love
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G-Girl, you shy you wanna slow it down? (Down)
And you start screamin' when I go downtown (Ow!)
Just as long as you get crazy
And baby, don't get it confused
I'll do everythin' you want me to
And just as soon as you get naked, makin' love
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Planez - Jeremih ft. J Cole
“I can put you in the mile-high club, what’s up? Let's take a trip,
Have you ever read “the world is yours”, on a blimp?”
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“I got you in the air, your body in the air - how it feel up here?
You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can, ain't nobody gone hear”
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“Oh you nasty, oh oh, you nasty
Both graduated, so fuck keeping it classy”
❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋
He is an overzealous kisser sometimes, and he gets messy with a lot of spit - so much that it’ll be dribbling down the sides of your connected mouths. It’s only because he’s away often traveling for games and he misses you so much! Not being able to kiss and taste you for so many months at a time makes him sad.
Once he’s home, though, he’ll calm down and kiss you softly - all over your body. Like I said, he misses you.
His lips suckle on your skin very gently. A stark contrast to his hornier, more urgent actions. He also likes to lick and flick his tongue over your skin while kissing it.
❥⋱Tetsurou Kuroo
❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc
Now, you would think that he would be more open about giving hickies, but it actually makes him kind of shy.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a little shit, but even he makes himself blush when he sees how overexcited he got in the bedroom last night once you’re getting ready for work in the morning and trying to cover up the marks on your neck with makeup.
The size of his hickies will vary depending on what type of mood he’s in. Pent-up? Large, bruise-like marks with uneven edges and a deep mauve color in the center. He’s feeling good that day? Medium to large, with less suction behind them but they might have teeth marks around the edges.
He’ll suck hickies into your titties as well, and lick over the nipples before raising his head to give you a mischievous grin.
❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?
Grind On Me - Pretty Ricky
“Baby, grind on me; relax your mind, take your time on me,
Let me get deeper, shawty ride on me.
Now come and sex me til your body gets so weak, with slow grindin’ baby”
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“I make em’ laugh and giggle, cuddle a little, suck on the nipple, lick the whipped cream from the middle,
Girlfriend I never go (raw), I rip off panties and I pop off (bras)
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“Pretty boy doin’ pretty good thangs, makin’ pretty good change
Gettin’ pretty good brain, from the pretty pretty chicks, gettin’ pretty damn rich
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“If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right, so let's take our time and do it right, cause we got all night”
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Meeting In My Bedroom - Silk
“There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so girl please don’t be late
There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so please don’t make me wait
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Looking at my Rollie, girl, I see it's almost time
I hope you're getting ready girl and don't forget the wine
How long 'til Monday, girl?
Tonight is just for you and I
And it's gonna be so fly (so fly, so fly, what what, what)
I like having you around so I gotta put you down
So be there or be square
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Step into mi casa, lay it down, down, down, down
(Come on yeah baby, yeah yeah yeah)
Got a little sumthing sumthing for my sexy mama, mama
Been checking for ya since day one
You're my moon and you're my sun
(You're my star, you shine, yeah)
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❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋
He is a very, very, very good kisser. Playful. Just like a cat.
He’ll suck your bottom lip into his mouth and hold it before pulling back to stare at you, trying to make those golden brown eyes look as innocent as possible.
Loves to suck on your tongue and the sides of your mouth. His kisses will make you wet and leave you breathless.
When you fall asleep after a night full of passionate love-making with him, he’ll caress and kiss your back and shoulders.
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I need more of your thoughts/ideas on Poly!Tory and Robby being nasty to Chubby!Reader 🛐🛐🛐
I like the idea of the two of them being a little mean to the cute chubby girl they just recently got with. She’s so soft and yet so sweet, they just can’t help themselves. If they didn’t mess with her a little then they would be wasting a prime opportunity.
Tory is the biggest aggressor out of the couple. She is the one who makes it a point to be rude to the girl. Maybe throwing a few hurtful insults her way, slapping her around a little. Her favorite thing to do is slapping the fat ass of their girlfriend as much as she can. Hard enough to leave a bring outline from where her palm meets the girls ass. Tory doesn’t even feel bad when she sees a few tears start to well up. It’s so worth it.
Robby is more of the follower, he sees Tory start up and he joins in. He goes in for the kill once things start to get hot and heavy.
He’s picking up the vibes Tory is setting. Going over and feeling her up harshly once Tory is done having a little fun it’s Robby’s turn. He loves sucking fat hickies into her skin, around her chest and shoulders, even up her neck. Tory likes to leave big ones around her chin and ears.
He loves to whisper harshly into her ear about how much stronger they are than her. It doesn’t matter if she is also in karate.
They are better than her in every way possible strength wise. They can and will beat her in any kind of fight. Both of them are willing to prove it at any given time.
We need-
Robby eating her out while Tory sucks on her tits and he just keeps coming up for air saying shit like “You real thought you could out match us? Well look at this.” “Your buckling over my tongue being shoved up that fat cunt of yours.”
Tory goes on to say “Drooling all over yourself like a fucking whore for us. Only us.”
“I can’t wait until Keene is done with you so I can have my turn fucking that pussy raw.”
Robby fingers her open all while grinning up at the two women.
Their strings of mean playtime with Reader are only getting started.
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it's interesting to watch you watch one piece bc its just reminding me that I also had all these issues with it when I first read it but I've been surrounded by one piece fans for so long that they've convinced me that there are no problems...i feel like I had all my essays peer reviewed and everyone said it was great and now my teacher is reading it and pointing out all the things that I was worried about that they all assured me weren't something to worry about.
I think I'm too invested in this.
thats the nasty trick of fan spaces. everyone focuses on the good parts understandably because unless you're a lifestyle hater who gets joy out of complaining, there's no real incentive to talk about the parts of a thing you don't like. at least not in fan contexts. like as much as i don't think anyone should be ignoring or excusing the parts of a piece of media that are bigoted, i don't think that means you need to bring them up any time you're just doing low stakes fan stuff. and things that Suck and are Stupid but aren't necessarily bigoted in any way such as 'guy who spends a bunch of his screen time shitting' are really just not worth mentioning at all. so with something as massive as one piece i understand why it'd be really easy to edit a lot of that stuff out of your (the general you in this case not You Specifically) memory due to only being repeatedly exposed to the parts that are good.
and i think the fact that you CAN edit that much of it out in your brain just shows how really unnecessary a lot of this shit is. one piece is really bogged down in stuff that just isnt interesting or funny. oda is great at coming up with enjoyable characters, good at making use of his large ensemble cast and making his world feel interconnected, and bad at almost literally everything else. it's a damn shame.
sorry to have to burst your bubble by reminding you about things that happen in one piece xx i went into this show knowing almost nothing besides People Really Like One Piece and so i'm basically missing the process that has to happen for the good parts to really shine. one piece fans are out here eating an omelette but i'm out here choking down raw eggs.
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Healing Hands - Joel Miller x Reader
Chapter One ⇢ Healing Masterlist
Summary:You finally have to kill and Joel takes care of you in the aftermath, something changing in your relationship with him
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: violence; gore that comes with TLOU universe
Y/N’s POV
The deal went sideways and I was set up by Robert’s men, ending up having to kill three of them before they got the hint. It wasn’t want I wanted to do, usually Joel or Tess does the killing as they’ve never seen me do it myself and believe I’m too sweet to do such a thing. This trade was meant to be simple, go get Tess her chems for a months worth of ration cards but of course as soon as they guys saw me alone they though they could try and get a bit of me.
I don’t care how loud I am, storming my way up the apartment block stairs in such a rage I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m tracking blood and there’s a deep gash on the left side of my face that is going to leave a nasty scar and is currently staining my shirt. Most of the blood on me isn’t mine but theirs and I know I should try and clean myself up a little before I enter the apartment but I can’t be bothered. The door groaning with how hard I fling it open, Tess lounging on the couch with a magazine and Joel nowhere to be seen.
“Shit, what happened?” She’s jumping to her feet as soon as she sees me, eyes widening as she finally sees all of the blood in the small orange light across the room. I ignore her, kicking the door shut behind me and dropping my bag at her feet before storming to my room to grab some clean clothes to shower. Of course, just my luck today, I have no clean clothes so I just head to the bathroom. Tess tries to speak again as I pass her once more but I just slam the bathroom door, hearing the people downstairs yelling at us to shut the fuck up which just makes me angrier.
The tiles are cold under my feet as I strip down, the clothes I was wearing having to go straight in the bin and I’ll have to sell some of my ration cards for fresh ones. Looking in the mirror I look like shit, blood is crusted in my hair and smeared across my face, the gash worse than I though but nothing a few stitches can fix. I should really be getting Tess to stitch it up first but the pain will ground me, it always does. Shaking my head I’m turning on the shower, waiting a few moments with some futile hope maybe it’ll go at least somewhat warm but no, ice cold when I step in. I’m having to take a deep breath as my body tries to adjust to the cold as FEDRA doesn’t give two shits about us and our comfort. They don't care about our comfort, our safety, or our wellbeing. They just want to control us, to keep us locked up and isolated from the rest of the world.
The water runs red at my feet as I scrub at my scalp, trying to get every flake of blood from it as I use the shampoo Frank gave me the last time we visited them. The water pounds against my already sensitive skin, hitting me like needles and is a shock to my system even after five minutes. The sweet cherry scent fills the room as I wash the shampoo out and move on to scrubbing my skin until it’s pink and raw, wanting to wash away all the dirt, sweat and blood. As the water begins to run clear again a sense of relief washes over me and I can feel the sting of my cheek but I grit my teeth and keep scrubbing.
“Sunshine?” Joel’s knocking lightly at the bathroom door, concern lacing his usually gruff voice, “You okay Sunshine?”
He’s going to come in if he doesn’t hear the water stop soon so I sigh softly, turning the shower off and wrapping myself in a towel, making sure I’m covered before opening the door to see him standing there. He’s leaning against the doorframe, concern etched onto his usual scowl which in turn gets deeper when he grips my chin and turns my face away from him so he can examine the open wound. I pull myself from his grip and head for his room, hearing him follow me until he sees me going through the small drawers he has for clothes.
It’s rare for Joel to let me borrow anything of his but I take the risk anyway as I’m going to end up clawing my skin off if I have to get into anything dirty and I think he understands as he’s clearing his throat and speaking, “Let me stitch it up after.” Before he’s heading back to the living room where I hear the sofa creak when he sits down. It gives me time to really look through his clothes, settling on a deep green flannel that I think was once Frank’s that he gifted to Joel. It’s massive on me, feeling like a dress as I button it up but it’s clean and smells just like Joel. That addictive mix of woodsy musk mixed with something citrusy and burnt coffee. I can’t help bringing the collar up to my nose and breathing in deeply before finding a spare pair of his boxers and slipping into them.
Joel’s eyes practically burn holes through me when he sees me. He’s swallowing and patting the space on the sofa next to me, Tess gone. Being Tess she’s probably gone after Robert to find out what happened while I know Joel won’t ask unless I tell him. He’s a man of few words but his actions speak louder, like now as he has the equipment out to stitch up my cheek.
I sit next to him, almost nervous, knowing there’s nothing to numb the pain except the bottle of whiskey on the table. Joel’s picking up the needle to thread it, honey eyes full of surprise and amusement when he watches me reach for the whiskey and drink like a dehydrated man. The burn is nice, making me warm and fuzzy inside. Putting the bottle back down I nod to Joel and murmur, “I’m ready.”
“Here, squeeze as much as you’d like.” One of his large and calloused hands is moving mine to his thick thigh and all I can focus on is the heat radiating off of him and how easy it would be to slide my hand up a little further but before my thoughts can go anywhere there’s a sharp pain shooting through me. A whimper dies in my throat, my hand clamping down on his thigh as the pain is almost too much, even with the whiskey loosening my muscles, “That’s it Sunshine.” He coos, fingers moving over my skin with a tenderness I didn’t know he was capable with. He’s usually so emotionless and monotonous in his demeanour but as he focuses on stitching me up I get to see a glimpse of the Joel that Tommy once told me about.
Joel’s hand move with precision and race, almost as if he’s performing a delicate dance with the needle and thread. And although it hurts, his touch is caring and almost loving, as if afraid of hurting me even further. He’s finishing almost too soon, but also not soon enough. Relief floods though me but more than that, I feel grateful for Joel’s presence and his unwavering care.
His chest rumbles lightly when I keep my hand on his thigh and just let myself fall into his side, feeling his arm wrap around me. The moment feels almost sacred, a precious moment of peace and comfort that I don’t want to end. I just let myself sink into Joel’s embrace, feeling his warmth seeping into my bones and I let out a contented sigh. It’s rare to let myself feel this vulnerable, but with Joel it feels right and I know I’m safe. Just as I get comfortable and let my guard down my stomach lurches and I can taste the whiskey making its way back up my throat. I’m tearing myself from the safety of Joel’s arms and rush back to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.
I can hear Joel’s footsteps behind me and a cool washcloth is pressed to my forehead when I look up at him, eyes glassy with tears of effort from retching. He’s got an amused looking his face, honey eyes softening slightly, as his other hand rubs soothing circles into my back and I lean into his touch, letting my eyes flutter shut.
“Come on darlin’.” Joel’s broad and thick arms slip around my back and under my knees, lifting me up with ease and heading towards his room, “You're sleeping in my bed tonight," He says in that familiar gruff voice but there’s something else hidden underneath his words that makes me warm all over, "I want to keep an eye on you.” I’m nodding weakly, sinking into the bed when he lays me down and the exhaustion finally making itself known to me.
I watch as Joel disappears back into the living room, the sound of the radio faintly reaching my ears. The familiar tune of American Pie drifts into the bedroom and I smile shyly, burying my face in the pillow as he's setting the radio to 70s for Bill and Frank to expect us to visit tomorrow. It’s as if Joel can read me like a book as after today I think I need one of Frank’s hugs and the normalcy of Bill and Joel bickering while Tess gushes over how pretty their house it, Frank sneaking me a few treats that he knows Bill would want me to have even if Bill gives Frank a scathing look when he catches us.
When Joel returns, he's already stripped down to his boxers, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest and arms. I can feel my cheeks flush as I quickly turn my head away, pretending to be interested in the wall decor. But Joel doesn't seem to notice my embarrassment as he climbs into bed beside me and pulls the covers over us both. I can feel his warmth next to me, his arm draped over my waist, and I can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety as his thumb rubs soothingly over my stomach. I may be imagining it but I think I can feel his lips ghost over the back of my neck but the sound of his steady breathing has me lulled to sleep feeling something having shifted in our relationship.
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Chapter Two ⇢ Healing Hearts
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NERVOUS
warnings: drinking, kissing, riri got mommy issues
word count: 1k
A/N: another fic that turned out differently
Riri stared at her computer. She was supposed to be writing an essay about her feelings and her view on the world for an English Lit class but she wasn't feeling it. It had been 5 hours since she first opened her computer and she hasn't started it yet.
There's a knock at Riri's room door. Riri spins around in her office chair and goes to open it, letting her roomate, Shuri, inside. "So, what've you been doing these last five hours?" She says, sitting down on Riri's bed.
Riri lays down next to her on her bed. "Trying to finish—not even finish, start my English Lit paper."
"Since when do you have trouble writing? You're like the flash when it comes to that."
"See, that's the thing, Shuri, when I write for myself I write about fictional characters. Not real people, not real things. I don't even know how to start with this."
"Okay, then vent to me about it. I'm sure that'll help."
Riri sits up. "Well, what I haven't said is that this paper has been kicking my ass for weeks and Professor Winters said she'll have to move me to regular English if I dont turn it in by tomorrow afternoon. That's the part that keeps me from actually writing; the pressure—it's overwhelming, the amount of pressure she's putting on me. And to make matters worse, she called my mom as if that would help and it didn't. It made shit even worse because now my mom is on my ass for this shit, talking about some 'You need to get your shit together, I didn't spend all my money for you to go to MIT just for you to fucking fail and drop in your classes.'" Riri rolls her eyes as she's talking about her mother and stands up, pacing around her room, "She's always breathing down my neck for every little thing! And she acts like she's the one going through the shit of college and she's not and she never listens to me when I try to talk! It's like I never have a voice when it comes to her—she's always the one talking, the one who has to get the last word, and its so frustrating!” Riri stops pacing and takes a second to breathe. She looks at Shuri. “We should go out tonight.”
Shuri gives Riri a surprised look. “You know you’re gonna regret going the second you step foot in there, right?”
Riri shrugs. “I’ll be fine. I just need something to distract my mind right now and alcohol sounds like the best choice.”
Shuri sighs in defeat, holding her hands up. “Alright. I’ll go see who’s partying tonight and let you know.”
Riri can practically feel her anxiety through her skin. She's at a party. She doesn't like parties. Shuri was right, she does regret being here but theres no turning back now.
Riri mumbles to herself and makes her way to the drinks table. She gets a red cup and fills it with… Bumbara. Huh. She'd never heard of that before but if it was enough to get her drunk then so be it. Just as she's about to take a shot of it, she sees Shuri beside her.
"Tryna get drunk already, Ri?"
"Thats what we came here for, isn’t it?."
"You do know that shit is gonna give you a nasty ass hangover, right?"
Riri shrugs and chugs her drink. It only takes a few seconds before she starts coughing quietly. It was spicy and left her throat a little sore but she liked it. She filled her cup again while Shuri watched.
"Don't come to me tomorrow morning begging me to make you something to eat and drink, you know? I gave you your warning."
Riri rolls her eyes. "I'm a big girl, Shuri. I can handle myself when I'm hung over."
"Uh huh, sure. If you're not too intoxicated when you're done, call or text me if something happens." Shuri pats Riri on the back and lets her be.
Riri takes a few more shots, some mixed, some raw, and makes her way to the main area. There’s a circle of people playing a game. The only person she recognizes is Shuri so she sits next to her.
‘You good?” Shuri whispers to her, holding her hand.
Riri nods and rubs the back of Shuris hand with her thumb, "I'm good."
"This is a drinking game, you know. You've had a few shots, are you good to play?"
"I'm good, mama," Riri repeats, the nickname coming out on its own.
"Alright."
"Alright now y'all, this game is a kissing game. It's truth or dare but if you tell the truth or do the dare, depending on the question and dare, you've gotta kiss the person. And if you don't wanna do it then you take a shot. Pretty simple," Aaliyah, the hostess of the party, says. She places an empty bottle in the middle of the circle and spins it.
It lands on Shuri.
Aaliyah smiles a devilish smile, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Aaliyah takes a quick look at Riri, one that Riri notices, and then back at Shuri. "Would you rather kiss Leah or… Riri?"
All eyes go to Shuri and Riri. Riri lets go of Shuri's hand and sits up straight.
"Riri," Shuri says without hesitation.
"Kiss," Aaliyah says. "Or take a shot."
Shuri looks at Riri and whispers, "Ri, can I kiss you?"
"Yes."
Riri woke up the next morning with a killer headache. She holds her head as she sits up. Luckily, there's no one on the side of her, meaning she, thankfully, didn't sleep with anyone the night before.
"You look like hell," Shuri laughs, walking in Riri's room.
Riri scoffs. "Yeah, I could go for a-"
"Cup of water and an Advil? Yeah, I got you." Shuri sat down next to Riri and handed her the water and the pill. "I told you not to overdue yourself and that's exactly what you did."
"I wanted to let loose, and I sure as hell did." Riri takes the pill quickly, shuddering when she's done. "And I wrote my novel."
"Yeah, and I had to get up at 7 in the morning to turn it in."
"Hey, I didn't force you to, you did it yourself."
"Oh really?" Shuri takes a pillow and throws it at her playfully, "Maybe next time I'll let you take that zero."
"Yeah, but you won't, cause you love me too much."
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