#*Hoarsely* “...UGHHHH”

[vampv0id]

In general no one likes sore throat, but headcanon that sore throats make Will's neurodivergent ass want to DIE and when he had a sore throat after the tube insertion he was fucking PISSED.

[rosen-und-mondlicht]

do I want to do laundry even if I might miss work tomorrow because of whatever I caught from work or do I just go ahead and get comfy to paint? Decisions, decisions hmmm...

[screampied]

hey i LOVE your work and ykk ou ur toji is just like… UGHHHH

could you do a mean toji who just mocks the reader and makes fun of her while she gets off on him (like idk his thighs or whatever) or when he fucks her? i feel like you would write this very well;)

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji mocking your moans while you ride him

warnings. fem! reader, thigh riding & cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, ōrgasm denial, breath play, spanking. + thank you sm !! mdni

“we’re quite handsy today, huh,” he’d mumble once his eyes flicker down towards your nude body—you suck in a single breath as he’s got you just barely straddling his lap. with an unsatisfied pout, you’re just here moving up and down against his beefy thigh—oh so desperately wishing that you were riding him instead of his stupid, stupid leg. toji’s amusement only fuels the more you frown and scowl, pawing your hands up his perfectly chiseled thighs before he snickers. “what’s the issue? my thigh not enough to satisfy the pretty girl?”

“no..” you immediately say, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. he could hear the irritation linger on your tone before you bury your face into his neck . . a good waft of his loud cologne scent infiltrating inside your nostrils.

two rugged hands drag down your back, sending you multiple shivers from his touch before he replies in a hoarse tone. “well, that’s too damn bad,” and his chortling laugh only makes you throb from how close it’s against your ear—fuck. “actually, y’know what. i feel like bein’ nice today, baby. you want more than my thigh? how ‘bout ya jus’ ask me nicely.”

“but—”

“but—nothin’ girl, now speak,” toji utters, feeling your grinding against his thigh—grabbing your chin softly before making you stare him right in the eyes. he slyly grins, a thumb tracing down your dampened lip. “i’ll wait.. talk to me nice, girl.”

your eyes avert towards his dick, just laying there on his stomach—so ridiculously lengthy, a mere tannish color coats it - including his leaky tip that stares right back at you.

it looks so good, you wanted him inside so bad that it hurts—he could tell too, you found it hard to stay still as you made a cute attempt at rutting against him once more.

“i— i want you, ‘toji,” you claw at his body with doe lit eyes, his swollen base—so full of unused seed that you desperately yearned for it to be inside of you, filling up your pretty little womb. “want you s'bad.”

“oh i know you do, babygirl,” he rasps, he can’t help but notice the sudden boner that makes his jaw tighten. coarse big hands grip both of your hips before he gawks at you with that same tantalizingly smug grin. “can’t just spoil ya all the time though, talk more for me. i like listenin’ to that needy voice.”

ugh, you start to grow impatient and he only laughs at your sheer annoyed expense.

“please,” you murmur out in a whiney tone, slowly wrapping your clammy fingers around his length. he doesn’t stop you, he lets you touch all over him, aligning yourself with the fat weight of his cock that was just aching to be buried within you. “i wanna ride you so bad, ‘toj. need it, need your cum.”

“girl you don’t need . . . shit,” he swallows, a cold sweat breaking onto him.

you’re fucking hot—especially whenever you just take what you want, toji could have creamed his pants at just your voice and your voice alone.

you had him so hard, he sucks his teeth in total exasperation before he feels you slowly start to sink him down. “fuck, y’er such a little brat,” he mutters, feeling the warmth of your walls swallow him whole. it was a moist feeling, you were already a bit soaked—purely from riding his thigh for how many minutes, you weren’t even sure anymore, nor did you even relatively care. “ride me then, do y’er fuckin’ worst then.”

“shut up and i will.” you snap back.

he rolls his eyes, feeling your ass thrash against his lap and it makes him squeeze the plush mounds of your rear.

“eh, i really don’t like that mouth,” and he spanks you harder, this time it stings and you moan—he’s so thick that your stomach starts to seize once you feel him gradually reach into the depths of your pussy. “when you ride me, there shouldn’t be any back talk, girl,” and he grabs your chin for the nth time, pressing a sweltering wet kiss right onto your glossed lips. “. . . are we clear or do i gotta let this pussy know what goes ‘round here.”

…so cocky,

you gnaw at your lip—fighting back the urge to roll your own eyes backwards before you thrust against him harder.

it’s relentless, the brutal skin-to-skin contact makes a raw moan harshly yank from the back of your throat as your hands continue to claw on his chest.

his bare chest that was already glistening with droplets of sweat. he was so toned, his pecs—his nipples that were swollen and a sheeny pink color, you even attempt to lean in to lap your tongue against his nipple but he lightly shoves you back.

“leave those alone, slut,” and you conceal back a laugh—by 'those', he was most likely referring to his tits broad pecs. “ride me, ‘n hurry up. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

toji never knew how to simply shut the fuck up, such a talkative man—whispering filthy sweet nothings into your ear as you’re taking every thick inch of his cock. he stretches you out so good that you’re already whimpering, eyes goggling profusely at the way his angry tip just thwacks and thwacks against your g-spot. “s-shiiit, toji,” you’d curse out in a sharp breath, continuing to drag your hips further against him at such a pace.

in and out, in and out, you’re rotating your waist a bit before he grunts lowly, head throwing back and he smacks your ass yet again, and again, and again. “fuck yeah, ride me jus’ like that. such a good girl, takin’ this dick like the good girl you are, mhm.”

“t—tojiiiii,” you’d mewl out right against the flapping shell of his ear. your cunt felt so stuffed, a straining exhale snatches from your lungs before you whimper once his base kisses against your ass. his base was so full, you only imagined how much build up cum was stored in there just for you.

“t—tojiiiiiii,” he mimics your tone as you mash against him, the sofa he sits on sinking down a bit from both weights combined. you pout once he starts mocking you, a gruff laugh dies from his throat before he squeezes your right ass cheek. “feels good, yeah? keep moanin’ for me like that.”

“shut up, s-shut uppp,” you moan, burying your face into his neck. doing so, you get a concise whiff of his cheap cologne and it smells so good. you’re a mess, spasming as your stomach continues to seize before he grabs both of your hips so that you could slam down onto him even harder. “close, toji. ‘m really close, fuck.”

he groans, feeling the hefty weight of his balls smack against your skin each time you move up, then down, then up . . . all over again. toji’s a big guy, it was no secret. the way your pussy constricts around his length, paving way for more movement . . . simply hypnotizing.

“yeahhh,” he snarls, strong hands still attached to your ass. green irises of his dilate, his eyes turn hooded for a second as he glances back at you. an entire mess, tongue all lolled out and you’re feeling it steadily about to approach. “look so fuckin’ dumb,” he points out with a subtle head shake, grabbing your chin again. “my dumb baby,” he corrects himself and your pout softens.

he’s so fucking big— you’ll point this out a million times if you have to, the stretch was so immaculate.

toji groans, pressing another saturated kiss onto your lips and you taste a brief mixture of his saliva and alcohol—presumably rum, you lean into his touch before feeling his big hands snake near your neglected tits. his growing stubble tickles against your face as you quicken your pace. so good, so fucking good.

all you can think about is that you’re getting off, you’re about to finish— gush out so much, you feel a familiar pit in your stomach arise. he feels you starting to shake and twitch, it’s cute.

“. . easy, now,” he teases, finding it adorable how whenever your orgasm approaches—you’d be an entire mess, pussy convulsing all on his cock as if it was the first time you ever took him. “oh my just look at that pout,” he points out, reaching towards your chin before bringing you all up close towards his face. not to mention, toji’s so pretty up close—ten times more intimidating with his low hazy eyes and wide sleazy smile. “such a baby. want me to talk ya through it?”

“p—please,” you whine, barely even giving him a chance to finish his seductive sentence.

with a playful eyebrow furrow, he makes you grind against him even harder. the sofa creaks and you squeak out a whimper, feeling yourself about to make such a mess. “please, please,” he copies your tone again, and it’s so embarrassing. toji purposely pitches his tone to sound like you and he snickers at the growing glare on your face. “please what, babygirl?”

with an irritated grumble, your flimsy arms still thrown over him, you moan out a desperate, “please let me c-cum. toji, i want it s’bad, pleaseplease let me be a messy girl.”

“. . . ahhhh,” he parts his lips, and he’s oh so dramatic, flickering his eyes towards the ceiling as if he’s deep in thought. “let me think about it.”

you didn’t know how much you could take, you’re sopping wet and his raspy deep voice that was right up against your earlobe doesn’t make things any better.

jagged breaths rip out from your esophagus as your shaky limbs could barely keep themselves up. he cackles, feeling your soft quavering lips kiss near his face, brushing against the scar that runs near the right lower part of his lip. it twitches as a response from your touch, how cute..

“hurry the fuck up then, lay it all on me,” he finally grunts, witnessing the way your dilated irises light up at his sudden permission— you whimper out, finally coming undone and it’s like a rough wave that crashes over you. the calm before the storm, once it comes, you’re left pulsating with his thick dick still buried inside of your cunt. you hug him tight with your walls like a vice, never wanting to let go. “you make such the silliest noises, girl.”

“s— shut up,” you moan, the under parts of your thighs aching heavily as you’re still in the midst of your teeth-shattering release. it feels so good, your maw drops and the contracts inside of your pussy only duplicates. it’s mouth watering, you grind against him just slightly and he spanks your ass, head going back. “i- i love you, toji.”

“i love me too,” he jibes with a cocky grin, sweat beads racing down the sides of his brow. you shoot him a glare and he rolls his eyes for the nth time. “. . kidding,” and he plants a kiss near your forehead, rough hand still attached to your right ass cheek like velcro. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

you’re still panting, but he’s clearly not done talking— it’s toji, figures.

“now bend the fuck over,” he grouses, eyes gazing towards your ass— a tongue goes against his lips like he was preparing for an appetizing meal. “i’m not finished. we gotta work on that lazy arch of yours, girl.”

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 13: The past cannot be forgotten /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to Azriel about Ruvyn. They finallly go to Koschei's home.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: Just the usual angst.

Notes: My dumb ass accidentally posted this before i even posted the first chapters ughhhh

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Azriel sat in bed, watching her squirming and groaning, her eyebrows furrowed and sweat coating her forehead. He reached to wake her up when she jumped out of her slumber, sitting in bed with a panicked expression, hands grasping for his arm, eyes frantically scanning him for any injuries. 

“They took you, I saw Ruvyn kill you.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her pretty face. He pulled her to his lap, allowing her to cry on the crook of his neck. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He rubbed her hair, noticing how this worked to calm her down faster. As she stopped her sobs and looked at him again with her red puffy eyes, he pulled her in for a kiss, gently cupping her cheeks and brushing her lips with his own. “Whenever you need to talk to me, I'm here for you.” He said after they parted the kiss.

“His name was Ruvyn.” She spoke, her voice hoarse from both crying and sleep. He watched her intensely. “Before our people became one, Ironteeths hunted Crochans down, to kill them for what their ancestors did to us. I met him in one of my huntings, he was different from the humans I met, he was charming, and something in me came back to life when I saw him for the first time.”

Her face dropped to an even sadder expression, like remembering those things were too painful, and they were, but she needed to let them go, she couldn’t keep allowing that Ruvyn’s ghost haunted her and sucked the life and joy out of her anymore.

“I fell in love with him and I kept coming back to him. He showed me things that I never thought I would have the chance of experiencing. He taught me how to dance, how to live, and how to love.” She rubbed her eyes. “The night I finally got the courage to be intimate with him was like a dream come true. I told him I loved him that night and he looked me in the eyes, like I truly meant something to him and told me he loved me too. When I woke up he had turned me in, ready to burn me at a stake. He told me so many awful things that I still carry with me to this day, he said I was going to die alone and no one would ever love a monster like me.”

The pain in her eyes was too much for Azriel to handle. He understood perfectly how hard it was hearing such harsh words directed at him, but it was totally different coming from someone she trusted with her heart. 

“I was able to free myself, the people who snickered at me started to scream and run away, i was never a monster Az.” She promised. “But that day I turned myself into what Ruvyn believed I was, I became the monster he made me. I killed the man I loved with my bare hands, I ripped his heart out for what he did to mine. I’m not proud of this but I can't erase what I did.”

“And you had every reason to do what you did, I can't imagine a betrayal like this.” She looked at him with worried eyes.

“You don’t think I'm a monster?” Her lower lip started to quiver like she was going to cry again.

“I could never think that of you.” He reassured her, pulling her in for another kiss. “I love you.” 

And despite not being able to tell him that she loved him too, she opened her heart to that feeling, something told her that this time would be different and she was willing to believe. 

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After that morning, they got ready to talk to the rest of the house about their conclusions, finding the two males by the dining room having breakfast, Vassa was nowhere to be seen. Azriel and Y/N greeted them, sitting down to eat. 

“Did you two sleep well?” Lucien asked, always the kind host.

“We did, thank you Lu.” Y/N said. “But I guess the news we have for you isn't that good.” She sipped on her coffee. “Koschei is a Valg king.”

Her and Azriel shared all the information they gathered last night, including the one about Nesta, who according to the letter Azriel got late in the night, was being kept hidden at the cabin much to her dismay. Y/N couldn’t imagine what they had to do to keep Nesta locked against her will, and she wanted to end this soon so her friend would be free again. 

“So we’re basically fucked?” Jurian asked, biting a piece of toast with a smirk adorning his face.

“Precisely.” She motioned to Lucien. “Although our fire boy over there has a chance of killing him.”

“Me?” Lucien choked.

“Fire can kill a Valg, that’s how Aelin Galathynius killed Maeve, a Valg Queen.” She said it like it was obvious. 

“And you want me to Aelin my way into killing Koschei?” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, she burned Maeve from inside out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.” He protested.

“Then i suggest you find out very quickly cuz we need to kill him as soon as possible.” She shrugged. “But no pressure.”

“Yeah, no pressure.” Lucien mumbled underneath his breath, taking another sip of his hot coffee. 

“So who’s ready to have a tour of Koschei’s lair?” Jurian asked, excitedly getting up and clapping his hands, the groans he received as an answer just made him smile wider.

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The cabin was made from dark wood, ageing poorly with time, the roof was covered in pine needles and the yard really needed a trim to look decent, what connected the land with the island that held the big cabin was a very old bridge, and a dark lake surrounded the area, like the Mother had forgotten about that place too. 

“This smells so awful.” Azriel said, scrunching his nose in clear disgust, the smell was putrid, like death. Exactly like the Valg smelled. 

“Did it always have this smell?” She asked the males behind her. 

“Gets worse every day.” Lucien replied.

“Especially when he releases those things.” Jurian added, making her whip her head back to look at him.

“What things?” Jurian started to describe the monsters he saw coming out, a wide variety of horrors with long claws, sharp teeth and bloodthirst.

“We kill some, but others disappear. Maybe they get killed in the courts, we don't know what they want.” Lucien explained and she nodded. 

“Fuck.” She cursed. “If he's indeed after Nesta’s power, this is his way to guarantee an army before he can open that damned gate.”

“How are you so sure he has a key?” Jurian inquired, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“He got here somehow, he has the original key he had before he was bound to that lake. He has to.” It only made sense that he still had the key, if he was trying so hard to free himself. 

“She has a point.” Lucien waved his hands and Jurian rolled his eyes, mouthing the words back to him in a mockery tone, prompting the male to crack a smile.

“Shhhh, someone is coming.” Azriel shut the conversation down and everyone turned to see.

It was like time had come to a stop, cold spread across her body, freezing her in place as she took the male in. Short golden-blonde hair, ivory skin, broad shoulders and a sculpted body showing through the thin tunic he wore. Beautiful, lethally beautiful like Erawan was. He took a look around, and shining against the sun, his gold eyes, just like Manon’s and just like his younger brother. The eyes of a king.

He stretched his muscles and turned his head towards the sun, letting it warm his skin. A lazy smile appeared on his face and he turned his head towards them, with his eyes closed and a very deep voice, he spoke. 

“I don't like being watched.” He opened one of his eyes, looking directly into hers. 

She motioned for the males to keep quiet and stay in their place, kicking Azriel’s hands away when he tried to grab her ankle. She got up, climbing the hill they were hiding and started to walk in silence, stopping over the edge of the bridge. The male turned to her with a curious gaze. 

“You're not from here, you smell different.” He smiled sweetly at her. 

“I changed my soap yesterday, thanks for noticing.” She snickered and he openly laughed. 

“What a delight having someone so fun around.” He extended a hand to her, inviting her in, but she stayed rooted in place. “Aren't you here to see me?” 

“Yes.”

“Then come here, darling.” Azriel cursed as his shadows informed him that she started to cross the bridge, towards Koschei’ open hand. “What can I do for you?” His voice resonated through the trees.

“I've heard you can take all the pain away.” She replied, lies spilling from her plump lips. 

“You came to the right place, my sweet creature.” His hands wrapped around hers, and she almost flinched with how cold it was against her warm, sweaty and shaking hand. 

He pulled her hand towards his lips, kissing it with his eyes still locked with hers. He smiled again, pulling her closer to him, towards the open door of the cabin, exactly like she wanted.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself.” He bowed his head a little. “Despite the people of this land calling me Koschei, my name is Mantyx.”

She almost froze with the name, swallowing past the lump in her throat and forcing her legs to walk inside the cabin. Azriel watched in horror as she disappeared inside, the door closing itself after them, locking her inside with him.

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SICK ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗

(Wednesday x Fem!reader oneshot)

> swearing/cursing, reader gets sick

🟣 After running out in the rain like a crazy maniac without a raincoat or at least something to cover you, you got sick. As expected. Wednesday volunteered to nurse/aid you back to normal. Thing being with you to keep you company and help you as well.

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"ughhhh" you groaned turning on your side and putting an arm over your forehead. "shit, I should've wore a raincoat" you said, clearly struggling.

"yeah you should've. Now I have to nurse you." Wednesday says going inside your dorm. She brought a tray with her, with medicine, breakfast and water.

It was a school day today, but considering your current predicament, you couldn't go to class. Miss Weem's had excused you from your classes.

To everyone's surprise, Wednesday Volunteered to help you out. What a sweet thing to do, Addams.

"shut upppp, you volunteered yourself." You say groaning even louder. Your reply caused Wednesday to shoot you a glare. But honestly, you were right.

"why wouldn't I? I would be classified as a bad girlfriend." Her reply stunned you. You meekly sat up, you wanted to see Wednesday in a better view.

Her reply caused your already red cheeks to heat up even more as you stared at her. "What? Anything wrong?" She asks shooting you a glare.

"...no... nothing" you say with your hoarse voice, giving her a closed eye smile. Wednesday just sighs and mentally rolls her eyes. "You're lucky I'm even doing this." She mumbles, causing you to giggle.

She placed the tray on the nightstand beside your bed. She grabbed your breakfast - which was soup, and sat at the foot of your bed.

"Here, eat this." She says moving closer. "What's this?" You ask peaking at the bowl she was holding.

"what does it look like to you?" She says, glaring at you with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Geez...sorry, I was just asking" you say leaning back into your beds headboard. Your lips started to form a little pout.

Wednesday just stayed silent, as if she was trying to think of a reply carefully in order not to upset you any further. "It's soup...it's one of my grandma's (Granny frump) special recipes. She used to make it when Pugsley or....me got sick. Ofcourse now, she doesn't make it for me since I don't get sick." She carefully replies looking up at you.

"and you learned to make this recipe...just for me?" You asked with questioning expression, a gentle smile, and your cheeks heated up just like awhile ago.

Wednesday glanced at the lamp beside you and nodded a little. "But only because you're sick. I'm only doing this for your sake." Her reply caused you to smile even wider.

"And I had to ring my parents up just to get this recipe so you better be grateful and eat it." She added, glaring at you.

"Thank you, Wen" You were truly grateful to have her. Wednesdays cheeks were very lightly coated with blush, she nodded at your reply.

"You should eat this now. It's better to eat it while it's still warm." She says glancing at the soup infront of her.

You nodded your head and picked up the spoon full of soup, you were honestly kind of struggling.

Wednesday saw your struggles, sighed and she carefully took the spoon from you and fed you herself. Small act, but it caused you to get butterflies in your stomach.

"Eat it." She says moving the spoon closer to you. "..but I'm not hungry" you say pouting. "Amor, you need to eat" Once again, you were stunned.

Her reply caused you to open your mouth lightly due to shock. She used that opportunity to shove the spoon in your mouth.

"Swallow." She sternly says, After that she continued to feed you until you finished the whole bowl.

"Drink water and eat this medicine I prepared for you." She carefully grabs them from the tray. While you ate and drank it, Wednesday studied your face intently. You felt the pressure of her stare but you brushed it off.

"Good. Now, I have to get to class, Thing will be here to keep you company and bring you lunch and anything else you need." She says glancing at the appendage.

Thing gave her a thumbs up in reply. "While I'm gone you should take a nap. I know how much you lack sleep, so please Amor."

She gives you a concerned look and holds your hand. "I want you to get better." She says looking at you with a loving stare, Something she only ever does to you.

You gave her a nod as a reply, you leaned closer to her to give her a quick peck on her cheek as a good luck for her school day.

"I'll be back soon Cara mia." You both gave each other a small smile and she went off to go to class.

ଘ [ 5 : 30 p.m ] ଓ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

You had a hard time smelling and your nose was stuffy, so Thing rummaged through your nightstand and pulled out a tiny jar with liquid in it.

Thing open it and rubbed some of the liquid on the top of your nose and a little bit on your collarbone.

The aroma of the liquid made you realize that it was eucalyptus oil. You gave Thing a thankyou since you could smell much better now.

But, you had wondered who put that tiny jar off eucalyptus oil there? You asked Thing and he took out a notepad and wrote 'Wednesday' , you gave him a nod and a smile in return.

You slowly glanced at the clock beside your bed, "They've been out for a while..." You say sighing. School usually finishes at 3 pm, So Wednesday and your friends should've been back about 2 hours ago.

You've been waiting for hours, Thing being by your side and keeping you company while Wednesday and your friends were gone.

Thing woke you up awhile ago at around at 12 : 10 p.m, to eat your lunch. After that you scrolled through your phone - However, you immediately stopped and put your phone away after realizing that it caused you to get headaches.

You and thing decided to play chess for a bit - both of you ended up in a tie. While both of you were having fun, Thing made sure to check your temperature every 30 minutes. (He recorded them on a notepad to show Wednesday later.)

'Don't worry, I'm pretty sure Wednesday's on her way here.' Thing signed in attempt to cheer you up.

"Yeah you're right..." You replied...tho you still felt a little down, but you brushed it off. You thought that maybe you should just go take another nap, so you did.

A little while later Wednesday came back. She moved closer to your bed and noticed you soundly asleep with a folded wet cloth on your forehead.

Thing was right beside you making sure that the wet cloth didn't slide off your forehead. "Thankyou for the help, Thing. I'll be sure to give you a reward by making an appointment to your favourite nail salon" Thing moved his fingers around as a way to say thankyou.

Wednesday nodded and sat beside you. Thing moved and gave the wet cloth to Wednesday. She carefully wiped the cloth on your face then gently put it back on your forehead.

While she did that, Thing went to grab the notepad where he recorded your temperatures (and some other things he noticed) and gave it to Wednesday.

Wednesday thanked him once again and the little appendage went out of the room to give Wednesday and you some time alone, and also to find Enid.

"I promise to double your reward." Wednesday said as Thing was on his way out of the room.

She looked back at you and noticed you stir from your sleep. "..Wen..is that you..?" You say rubbing your eyes.

"Yes Amor, it's me." You pull her down so she was laying down right beside you. Both of you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of the room.

A few seconds later Wednesday spoke, "Sorry for keeping you waiting...Enid dragged me along to the Carnival. And I uhm, I got you something"

She pulled something from behind her.

"I hope you like it, Amor." She whispers giving it to you.

You smiled at her and gave her a peck on her cheek "THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOUUU" you squealed in response.

You were hugging it as if your life depended on it, it made Wednesdays black heart warm up.

You always made her feel like this. You felt incredibly lucky to have her, Wednesday felt lucky to have you aswell. You were her lucky charm, Her treasure. Nothing else compared to how much she treasures you.

She pulled you closer, the adorable plushie was right in the middle of you. It was quite a silly sight to see but it was still adorable.

You treated the plushie with such care, as if it was yours and Wednesdays child. That thought popped up in Wednesday head and she couldn't hide her blush.

You noticed her face started to lightly heat up so you put a hand over her forehead, "Wen, I think you might be the one that's sick" you giggled.

Wednesdays lips curled up into a small smile. Oh how she was head over heals for you, just like how head over heals you are for her.

After all that giggling, your body felt more tired, Even after napping the whole day. You melted into her touch and both of you cuddled up each other.

"Get well, Amor" Wednesday whispered as you were soundly asleep. She dozed off after a little while. Both of you truly enjoyed the nap.

until Yoko and Enid called you guys for dinner.

They happened to catch you guys cuddling with the little plushie in the middle.

They couldn't help but take some pics. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well for your wolf and blood sucking friend after Wednesday found out that Enid posted the said pics on her blog.

But that's a story for another time.

a/n:

Oml, this took way longer than intended and I am so sorry for that. Oh, and I didn't proofread it so I apologize for any grammatical errors or basically any mistakes. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠🎀)

Its 11 pm and I have a toothache so I apologize if nothing makes sense. I swear I feel like I'm high or smth. (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠) [pls don't take that seriously, I'm not high.]

Howeverrrr, I'm FINALLY done with thissss and I'm very gladdd.

I started to continue working on this after I ate dinner so imagine my happiness once I finished HAHAAHHA

If you have read my other oneshot, the "go to bed, Amor" you would have known about the bat plushie

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I'm rlly tired so I'm gonna go to bed now ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I luv u all, byeee!! 🎀 - unforgettwble-sumii

©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

[brotherwtf]

Having thoughts about age gap au Gale hiding an injury/illness from John because his dad always made him feel like a burden and that hurt was deserved 💔 and John losing his mind but trying not to show it as he takes care of Gale, or maybe he doesn't get to because Gale has to go to the hospital and John gets the call while he's at work </3 these boys can fit so much whump and trauma and comfort

ughhhh yes putting Gale into the whump blender again :(( I want to traumatize this boy forever that is my lot in life

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Gale knew to never show weakness. It's what he was taught from an incredibly young age, weakness meant you could be picked from the crowd, weakness meant that you weren't good enough.

There was a lot of things Gale's father viewed as a weakness. Being sick, scraping your knees, getting hurt and you better not think about crying because at that point you'd be better off dead anyway. Gale learned to hide it whenever he got sick, to lick his wounds in solitude, and to never, ever, ask for help or pity.

So Gale didn't even flinch when he woke up with a 102 degree fever. He's lived through worse, no need to be a baby about it. He got ready for his classes like normal, kissed John goodbye, and waved off his looks of concern when John pressed his cheek to Gales forehead, fretted about him running hot. Gale was fine, he didn't need John's help.

He was able to get through his first class without many problems, he felt waves of nausea periodically and some bouts of lightheadedness, but Gale wasn't going to let that take him down. His second class was a little worse, his hands quivered when he tried to write and the nausea stayed, no longer ebbing in and out in waves.

Gale passes out around lunchtime, Marge by his side and all he can really hear is her anxious fretting, calls of his name and yelling at someone to phone the hospital. He remembers weakly trying to push her off, says he's fine, but Marge tells him to shut the fuck up, he's going to the damn hospital. He doesn't remember much after that.

He wakes up to the soft beeping of a heart monitor, the bright fluorescent lights of a hospital room and he groans. Gale shouldn't be here. He's taking up the space that someone else needs more, he doesn't deserve the time or energy that people are wasting on him. He doesn't get to dwell too much before John is quickly at his side, taking his hand and pushing his hair back. His lips press into a thin line, palm pressing against the sure heat that Gale gives off.

"Baby? Are you okay? God Marge told me you collapsed and I left work immediately. Fuck Gale you should have told me you weren't feeling good," John frets and Gale just shakes his head weakly.

"I'm fine, John. I'm good, you didn't need to leave work just for me. When are they gonna let me out?" Gale asks and his voice is hoarse.

John's brow furrows and his expression grows stern.

"Gale, no, you're not fine. You have a 103 degree fever and you're shaking like a damn leaf. I'm not gonna stay at work when I know you're sick," John says and Gale can feel another wave of nausea that isn't caused by the sickness.

Gale turns his head against the pillow, avoiding John's gaze and he can feel his eyes well up. No, no, he can't cry. Crying is the worst thing he could do right now. But the tears come anyway, streaming down his face steadily and John rushes down to wipe them away, fretting all over again.

"Hey, hey, baby, Gale, come on don't cry. It's okay, I'm not mad I swear. You should have just told me you weren't feeling well, I could have helped, then maybe you wouldn't have fainted," John says, a firm thumb brushing away the tears that stream down his face and Gale shakes his head.

"Don't... don't wanna be a burden," Gale manages to choke and John shushes him and forces Gale's head to turn towards him.

John's face is both soft and firm, his eyes filled with emotion that's both frustration and affection. Gale hates how worried he looks, just because Gale's a little bit sick.

"Gale, you will never be a burden to me. I promised your mama I would protect you, and I promised you the same. I love you, Gale, and if it takes me dropping everything for you to understand how much you mean to me, I'll do it in a heartbeat," John says, cupping Gale's face with both of his hands.

Gale squeezes his eyes shut because he knows if he looks at John anymore he'll just ugly sob, grabs John's wrist and nuzzles his soaked face into it, gasps and chokes as he continues to sob, John shushing him and bringing him in closer until their foreheads are pressed together, breathing heavily against his face.

"I swear, Gale, you are not a burden. You are my everything, doll, my everything," John whispers, and Gale can only nod, finally allowing himself to melt into the sheets, letting himself feel fatigued and exhausted and sick because John is letting him, allowing him to let go.

[wyverndollface96]

Adaman x Female Reader: Laced Sickness

During your research around Crimson Mirelands, you get sick so suddenly. Then an alpha Paras attacks you. Mentions of phlegm and mucus.

It was cold in the Crimson Mirelands. You were wearing a scarf and long sleeves for the weather, but you still felt a chill. “I shoulda known to have bought proper clothes for this kind of weather.” you said to yourself.

You were halfway though your research when you suddenly started coughing. Ugh, not now! you thought to yourself. Your body suddenly started to ache. You sat down for a moment to rest, but then you realized it was not a good place to rest.

Before your buzzing head could process what’s going on, an alpha Paras sneaks up on you and fires off Toxic; poisoning your sick self. Just like that, your coughing got worse. You fumbled for your Poké Ball containing your Typhlosion and he goes to fight off the alpha Paras, which eventually faints.

You were struggling to get to the Diamond Settlement; your body extremely weak from you getting sick and being poisoned. You were just a mile away from the settlement when you collapsed. You coughed a bit more until you fainted.

You were unsure of what was going on, but you thought, in your unconscious mind, you could taste Pecha Berry on your breath. You could even hear a muffled male voice around you. Sounded like there were mentions of “sick” and “poison” and whatever else you could barely even hear. You were unconscious, but at the same time, you felt scared. Sickness and poisoning don’t mix well.

You forced tears to stream from your eyes. That’s when you barely hear somebody mention “crying”. That was all you could hear even through the muffling. You thought you could hear the voice getting closer to you, saying, “Ca…….ear me? It’s oka……..afe now. ……..anaged to cle…….oison fro……dy.” You could recognize that voice. It was Adaman’s voice talking to you.

Just then, you felt something cold get in contact with your forehead. You regained consciousness from that. As you opened your eyes, your vision was slightly blurry. You blink to try to clear your vision. Once you were able to see again, you see Adaman sitting by you, blotting your forehead with a cold and damp cloth. It felt so good.

You then had a coughing fit, scaring Adaman a bit. He rubs at your chest to try to settle your coughing. “Easy there, love. Easy.” he tells you. You coughed up so hard, you felt phlegm come up your throat. Adaman notices your gagging and grabs a bucket beside him and holds it for you to spit in. You then spit all the phlegm into the bucket and lay back down.

“Did you get sick?” Adaman asks. You nod, answering with a hoarse voice, “Yeah. I didn’t….really meant to. I sat down….somewhere to rest…..then this…..alpha P-Paras….came out of nowhere…..and used…..ughhhh……Toxic.” “I figured it was a Poison move,” Adaman nods, “but you didn’t get sick on purpose, nor get poisoned on purpose. Don’t blame yourself.”

You then sneezed, mucus shooting out your nose. Adaman quickly grabs a tissue to wipe your nose clean. “Bless you.” he said as he gathers all the mucus in the tissue and tosses it in the bucket you chucked in. “Ughhh….I hate this.” you whined. “I know,” Adaman says as he takes your hand in his, “but don’t worry. I have all the remedies you’ll need to feel better. In the meantime, just rest. And let me know if you need anything.”

He helps you sit up to drink some water and take some medicine before letting you get back to resting. He reassured you that he would stay with you until you’re better. He even planned on giving you a bath and making some soup and tea for you. He was worried about you, but he cares about you and is willing to take care of you in any way you need.

💕💕💕

[ppandoraiscray]

This is a really naughty thought , but do you ever just fantasize about how Adolph's moans would sound? Adi's low voice is sooo ughhhh... >_<

Yess!! It must be so hoarse and deep 🥵🥵

[hauntedfemme]

i know you do baby. poor thing, so desperate to be good and submissive for mommy… oh how i wish i was there to fuck you in person! wish i could make you scream until your voice goes hoarse and you feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure. in the meantime, i think i am going to go get off! <3 🪶

you’d be the first person to ever fuck me too!!! i wish you were here to use me as well. ughhhh life is cruel </3 but knowing ur getting off to me is making me blush hehe have fun !!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Bruhhhhhhhhhh what the fuck what was this how do I ever recover from such beautifully well-written words WHATTTTTTT

You’re like a drug. 

One day, never there, and the next, you’re hacking away, cutting through him, digging out a space and sitting yourself inside it. Waiting, tapping—whispering like a siren until his resolve cracks and his palms are on either side of your face, kissing you gently. Far more gently than he assumes this new world allows, but he does so all the same. 

BROOOO THE IMAGERY ONOMATOPOEIAS ok no but THE VIVIDNESSS AHHHHHHHH

Your tongue may be laced with poison, your exterior hardened with the current times, but he sees the embers of the person that once was. The one that appears when the sun sets and rain peppers against the glass of his place. 

SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTENRAHHHH

You see him, and he sees you. 

Oh to be seen 😖😖😖😖😖😖

Most mornings, when he wakes and your arm is around his waist, Joel has to pinch himself. His hand sliding over yours, fingers tracing your knuckles—doing an array of shapes until he hears your breathing change. It’s only ever then that he turns to face you, to watch in wonder as your lashes flutter and bask him in sunlight and care. 

AHHHHHH I WANT THAT GIMMMEEE ITTTTT PLLLEEEASSEEEEEEE UGHHHH SO SOFFTT

In general, you make him soft, but you also make him hard. The latter more present currently as his hands spread your thighs, hooking around them to pull you to the edge of the seat—perched, waiting, core glistening with want as your jeans remain abandoned at his feet. His finger brushes over the little thin fabric stretched beyond belief at your ankles—the sun's glow piercing through the dirt-covered sunroom, casting you in enough of a sheen to highlight the muck and sweat on your collarbone and forehead. 

All he knows is he cares. It thrums, hammers against his bones when his voice couldn’t shout in time—watching in pained horror as your body was speared to the floor. His own fight began, unable to get to you, the back of his mind screaming, drumming its fists against his skull as a jaw cracked, and the butt of his gun met an oesophagus. 

Bahjsjsjjj HE CARES AND IT TRIGGERED HIS INSTINCTS AND

He’d thought of nothing more than the mattress at the QZ—of his hand softly sliding your trousers from your skin. How he likes to kiss the pulse of your neck and feel your hands grasp his side. He imagined sinking his cock into you, inch by inch—the thought of your legs around him, breasts spilling out as he sliced you free from all the constraints that hid you from him. 

Joel likes the evidence that he touched heaven and left a mark that couldn’t be so easily wiped. That it proves you’ve chosen him, because he knows he’s done things, horrid things. 

BSJSJSJS I NEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD

You moan at it. All punchy, full of hoarseness as his name joins it. A particularly needier yank of his hair accompanies it as he swirls the tip of his tongue over your swollen nub, before he latches his mouth back over you. Not wanting to leave you on the edge, because Joel never does. His fingers slide into your fluttering hole, feeling your hips buck, watching your eyes clench shut. 

SHE LIKE MEEEEE FORRRRR REAALLL SHEEEEE ISSSS MEEEE SHE GETS ME

He knows how your body hums before your throat sings—the next moan spreading up from someplace deeper, born from depth, as it rips out of you and sprays itself around the truck as he smirks. 

”Do I ask what that was for?” 

AHHHH AND THE FIRST DIALOGUE AND I DIE.

“Happy birthday.” 

RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK SET ME FREE FROM THESE JOEL SHACKLES OR SHACKLE ME TO A JOEL I CAN KEEP

You blink, an array of emotions swirling in your deceptively deep eyes, before whispering: you remembered?

you should be my only girl

joel miller x f!reader

gif credit to @perotovar

summary: in many ways, Joel is aware that you’re too good, too lovely. it has become the reason why he wants to give you nothing but pleasure, in the hope it’ll be enough to smother the pain he knows he must inflict.

word count: 1.6k warnings: smut in the back of a car from joel - cunnilingus, fingering. dedication: happy birthday to the wonderful @thetriumphantpanda - i hope joel remembering makes you smile. an: huge thank you to @swiftispunk for giving me the boost to post and to @perotovar for letting me use their beautiful gif, thank you so much!

You’re like a drug. 

More addicting than the little out-of-date off-white pills that douse pain, memories and more. Woven deep within him; infused inside his muscles and bones. 

One day, never there, and the next, you’re hacking away, cutting through him, digging out a space and sitting yourself inside it. Waiting, tapping—whispering like a siren until his resolve cracks and his palms are on either side of your face, kissing you gently. Far more gently than he assumes this new world allows, but he does so all the same. 

Because you’re treasure, a spot marked X that he found without a map. He had tried to fight falling for you, but here he is all the same—having jumped and found he hadn’t met an untimely end. 

In many ways, Joel is aware that you’re too good, too lovely. You’re a heart of gold and a fist of fury; you’re dirt-covered, scarlet-soaked, yet you’re also the brightest, shiniest thing he’s had in a long time. 

Your tongue may be laced with poison, your exterior hardened with the current times, but he sees the embers of the person that once was. The one that appears when the sun sets and rain peppers against the glass of his place. 

You see him, and he sees you. 

The loss you both carry suddenly lightened, one of them lifting it for the other on the more challenging days. No questions asked, just a nod, an understanding. 

Most mornings, when he wakes and your arm is around his waist, Joel has to pinch himself. His hand sliding over yours, fingers tracing your knuckles—doing an array of shapes until he hears your breathing change. It’s only ever then that he turns to face you, to watch in wonder as your lashes flutter and bask him in sunlight and care. 

Today, Joel finds he has to pinch himself differently when he has you like this. The truck door yanked open, you placing yourself on the backseat of it. The vehicle itself is all covered in wilted vines and decades of dust, not that either of you care. You’re atop cracked leather, engulfed in fusty air that’s desperate to escape and be renewed, but you just look at him dutifully. 

Having followed his instruction, his whisper as the two of you admired your handiworks. 

In general, you make him soft, but you also make him hard. The latter more present currently as his hands spread your thighs, hooking around them to pull you to the edge of the seat—perched, waiting, core glistening with want as your jeans remain abandoned at his feet. His finger brushes over the little thin fabric stretched beyond belief at your ankles—the sun's glow piercing through the dirt-covered sunroom, casting you in enough of a sheen to highlight the muck and sweat on your collarbone and forehead. 

But you’re still a vision. 

It’s why he likes having you like this, lay out for him—all prettiness in a sea of ruin. 

Words that are so similar fall easily from his mouth before he licks a stripe. 

Usually, he’d take his time and earn himself a couple of O’s before he cashes in on his own. Today, he’s more satisfied with this, giving you your reward, giving you all he has in him as his muscles groan from fighting.  

You seem to appreciate it. Purposefully arching your hips into his mouth, his tongue sliding deeper. Joel feels your walls tighten as he tries to go deeper—as he tries to bury himself inside of you, in the same way you have him. 

Then, it’s his turn to moan. Your fingers knotting in his hair, a feeling he relishes, yearns for as your nails scrape against his scalp. 

It wasn’t always like this with you. The two of you barely let the other in on anything outside the four walls the two of you had made liveable. It took time, weeks, months, half a year before things moved from being the right person at the right time, to just needing the other  

Now, he knows you’re his, and he is yours. It’s about as committed as things go when structure and normalcy have withered to dust. 

All he knows is he cares. It thrums, hammers against his bones when his voice couldn’t shout in time—watching in pained horror as your body was speared to the floor. His own fight began, unable to get to you, the back of his mind screaming, drumming its fists against his skull as a jaw cracked, and the butt of his gun met an oesophagus. 

His breathing laboured, difficult—strained. Catching a glimpse between his brawl to see you get the upper hand on the raider twice your size. Your body thrown behind your fist, the sound reverbing through the air as Joel smirked to himself. 

It grew larger when he heard the knife sink into the person’s spluttered hisses, coating your thighs in ichor, staining them cherry-red. 

He’d thought of nothing more than the mattress at the QZ—of his hand softly sliding your trousers from your skin. How he likes to kiss the pulse of your neck and feel your hands grasp his side. He imagined sinking his cock into you, inch by inch—the thought of your legs around him, breasts spilling out as he sliced you free from all the constraints that hid you from him. 

It’s those thoughts as to why he hadn’t been able to wait. A need to remind himself of how alive you are, to hear it, see it, taste it. 

It’s why he had you moaning—a sinful sound that almost reminds him of music. Your fingers splayed over the back of the seat, swiping dust away with your hopelessness as he continues to lap at your folds, keeping your legs parted with his hands as his thumb (he suspects and rather hopes) bruises your skin, leaving reminders. 

Joel likes the evidence that he touched heaven and left a mark that couldn’t be so easily wiped. That it proves you’ve chosen him, because he knows he’s done things, horrid things. 

Grief had spread its tendrils through him the same way the rot had ripped through cities. You hadn’t cared, not when you met or after. You never asked a thing—never wanted more than he could give. 

It’s why he liked you, why he felt seen. 

Boring your eyes into him, making him feel seen. Making him feel protective—awakening a dormant creature that’s now becoming a feral monster. 

It became the reason why he wanted to give you nothing but pleasure, in the hope it’ll be enough to smother the pain he knows he must inflict. Because he cares, but not in the way you deserve. He won’t find a flower on the walk through a once-thriving city and pluck it for you; he won’t dance with you if music ever reaches their ears.

But you deserve that. A different life robbed from you, a happy ever after ripped from grip, even more so the moment you chose him. 

It’s why he digs his hands into the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as he flattens his tongue against your core. Giving you something he can provide with ease, pleasure, care, comfort. 

You moan at it. All punchy, full of hoarseness as his name joins it. A particularly needier yank of his hair accompanies it as he swirls the tip of his tongue over your swollen nub, before he latches his mouth back over you. Not wanting to leave you on the edge, because Joel never does. His fingers slide into your fluttering hole, feeling your hips buck, watching your eyes clench shut. 

Because giving is practically all he has to offer. 

He knows how your body hums before your throat sings—the next moan spreading up from someplace deeper, born from depth, as it rips out of you and sprays itself around the truck as he smirks. 

He can’t help it. 

You’re everything: a goddess, a work of art, his. 

You’re his. 

It surges him on, devouring you, lapping up everything you’ll give him as his cheeks flush with warmth and his zipper cuts into his hardened cock. 

Because you’re so close. He can feel it, hear it, taste it. 

It rushes through you, snapping and crashing—all Joel, fuck and a sea of other noises he craves. 

He doesn’t stop, not immediately. 

Whispering muted words against you as he makes his movements more gentle, easing you back to the present, your hips finding purchase back on the leather of the abandoned truck. His tongue moves from you before his fingers, mouth wrapping around his digits as you watch, hunger still simmering in the ocean of your eyes—chest rising and falling, beads of sweat falling down the swell of your jaw and neck. 

Joel doesn’t move from his position, not even as your breathing returns. The two of you eyeing up the other, him all the more tempted to tell you to move up so he can get in the back, too.

”Do I ask what that was for?” 

His lips slide into a smile, a foreign one—one that makes his cheeks crack from how long it’s been since he’s let it show—as his hand moves to his jeans, readjusting for comfort. 

“Happy birthday.” 

You blink, an array of emotions swirling in your deceptively deep eyes, before whispering: you remembered?

His hands help guide your underwear back up your legs, reaching down to get your jeans, shaking the ground from them. 

Only then does Joel realise something else is like a drug, too. That look. The one full of surprise, shock, and amazement, still present on your face. Placed there by him, a remembrance from him you never asked for, never demanded. Because of that, he craves putting that look on your face again. And again. 

Some part of him realising, before the rest of him, that’s how moving on begins, what really falling for someone looks like. 

But as he helps you out of the vehicle, holding the jeans for you to take—deciding he’ll deal with all of that another day. 

[minkoy]

𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎. - (𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛? - 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝)

summary: diluc explains everything and you become lesbian good friends with kokomi.

warnings: angst, no comfort, cheating, diluc lowkey gaslighting reader, extremly not like diluc someone help pls, my bad writing, NOT PROOFREAD

"then what is it diluc? if it's not what i think, then what is it?" diluc stays silent, eyes full of regret. you scoff and turn to leave, but diluc holds you back by your wrist. you stop. for a moment, both of you are silent, diluc holding your wrist. it feels as if time had stopped. but you need it to keep moving. by then, you had made up your mind. it was no use clinging onto your ex-lover. you would only feel shame. you yank your wrist away from his grip and turn back to him. "i will give you half an hour to explain everything to me. if not, i'm leaving, diluc. i am giving you a chance, so please, accept it." you stare into his red eyes. finally, with an exasperated sigh, he whispers, "ok. i'll explain."

"between me and donna...it was..it was just supposed to be a one time thing(yes, in THAT way.). i was just...lonely, i suppose, and i didn't want to spend the night all by myself. so..i guessed i just called donna to come over since she was nearby.." you held back your tears and looked at him straight in the eyes. "so you admit to having an affair, diluc?" diluc's eyes widen, "what, no!? well, i mean, yes, but..i didn't mean to ok? it's just that i couldn't control myself, you had been on a business trip that week. i really needed someone by my side." you scoff. "diluc, that business trip was 3 months ago. you have been having an affair with donna for 3 months?" diluc slowly nods.

"so, what happened that night? when you were dancing toghether in the tavern?" diluc sighs. "nothing really. i just wanted a dance with someone, since you were never really there. i'm not saying you're a bad partner, it's just that, well, i only did it for my mentality. i want to be a good partner for you and love you, and i can't be a good partner if my mental health isn't good, right?" diluc tries to take your hand, but you pull it away, and slap diluc right across his face. diluc gasps in surprise, looking back at you in shock. "i can't believe you, diluc ragnvindr. you disgusting excuse of a man. i can't believe i was in love with you. we're done, mr. ragnvindr. please, never try to find me, or i will kill myself. goodbye. i hope i never see you again." you quickly walked out of his mansion, holding back tears of anger.

as soon as you shut the door of your bedroom, you broke down in sobs. the tears kept flowing and flowing, soaking your bedsheets. you cried until your throat was hoarse and no more tears could escape. the pain in your heart was indescribable. it felt as if you had been stabbed over and over again, and as much as you wanted the pain to stop, it wouldn't. and it will never.

a few days later, you moved permanently to inazuma, moving in with kokomi. you had become great acquantainces during your previous trip and after hearing your tragic breakup, she immedeatly let you stay in her shrine. you soon got over diluc, and although it took a long time, kokomi was always there to help you. diluc was now just a part of your past, and something you did not need to remember. kokomi, however... </3

end.

a/n: IM FINALLY DONE UGHHHH. this took way too long yalls.

p.s. i legit listened to a 3 hour weight loss subliminal while writing this 💀💀

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖     

Chapter 19 - Or perhaps you’re just a bitch?!

Episode 2. *Somewhere in the valley* Andy: *He sighed deep as he threw himself on his bed, observing Ben sitting on one of Andy's couches just few meters away, gaming on Andy's flat screen tv* Watcha doing? Ben: *He reached a hand up in the air, shaking one of the controllers, shoving chips in his mouth with his left hand* MMMH!!! Andy: *He snorted soft* Fine! I guess it's obvious what you are doing... but I'm boooooooooooored... *he smirked towards Ben's back* Ben: No. Andy: *He chuckled hoarse* How did you know?! Ben: *He pointed at the screen* I can see your reflection... sometimes... Andy: *He stuck his tongue out of his mouth* Ben: *He squinted and repeated the gesture* Andy: *A dramatic sigh escaped him* Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine... I'll call Willow and see what she's up to! *He grunted soft as he reached for his phone on his messy bedside table, and quickly dialed her number* Willow: What's up Slutty McSlut? Andy: *He smirked cheekily* Sup Queen Cooch? Willow: *She laughed hoarsely* Andy: Watcha doing? Willow: Not much, lounging around in my undies... Andy: Ben is boring, wanna go out for a beer? Ben: *He quickly turned around, pouting at Andy* Willow: Ughhhh... kinda too lazy for that, can we do something inside? Andy: *He shrugged lightly* we can stay in, game with Ben, we could order some food and watch movies? Night is still young, I'm sure some greasy place is still open... Willow: ......... I'll be over in a mo! Andy: *He chuckled hoarse* Nice.

Ben: So Willow is coming over? *He mumbled questioning, his eyes once again glued to the screen*

Andy: Yeah, is that okay? I can call and-

Ben: No it's fine *he paused the game and smiled soft at Andy as he turned around* I'm sorry I'm not in the mood for-

Andy: *He shrugged lightly and quickly sat up* It's okay, Ben, I get that things are a bit strange right now between us, I'm just glad you're here and you know, we can cuddle and stuff like that, for now... it's cool... I'm cool *he jumped out of bed and grabbed some pants from the floor, quickly getting them on* We're cool.

Ben: *He sighed soft, and got up, tip toe-ing towards Andy* I know you need something... and I'm sorry that I'm a bit weird on that matter... uhm *he frowned soft as he blushed, nervously scratching the back of his neck*

Andy: *He sighed soft* I told you we're cool, and I mean it. *He smiled soft and placed his hands on Ben's cheeks as soon as he tipped within Andy's reach* Hey... that's one of the beauties of being in a poly-ship with me. I got other partners that can take care of that. Sure if it's specifically you I need, they can't cover that, but they can cover my general needs. *He smiled soft and leaned in, kissing Ben's forehead gently* I love you, Ben. And you're more important than sex. I know you have some stuff you need to work through after everything with Pete, and Adrian now also fooling around with Sam *he frowned soft and stuff with Raven as well... it's a lot...

Ben: *He sighed deep* I worry about him.

Andy: Yeah *he nodded soft* me too. But he's a tough cookie, I'm sure he's alright under the circumstances.

Ben: *He hesitated a bit but nodded as he placed his hands on Andy's hips* So gaming night with Willow?

Andy: We can go somewhere else in the house if you want privacy?

Ben: No *he smiled soft* I would like the distraction, please *as he looked at Andy, it was easy to see the hope that Willow would bring Pete from NY, as well*

Andy: I can call her and- *he didn't get to finish the sentence till Willow already barged through the bedroom door*

Willow: Sup Cuntzilla?! Ben *she nodded with a big grin on her face*

Andy: Always a pleasure mini-me! *he chuckled hoarse and gave Ben a quick kiss, then slowly walked towards his daughter* I was just about to call you to ask if you had Pete around and if you would br-

Pete: *Before Andy could get to finish, he already appeared in the door frame, rocking back and forwards on his tip-toes, his hands planted solid in his pockets* Iiiiis there room for one more? *he smiled friendly and took a step in*

Ben: Pete! *His face lit up*

Andy: *He chuckled soft and pointed at the door* close that after you.

*Meanwhile on the mountain*

Adrian: *He was sitting in front of the fire place, working on getting a fire going*

Sam: *He was laying quietly on some blankets and pillows they had brought with them, sipping a glass of wine, observing Adrian's naked body and every move he made, a warm smile on his lips, thinking how lucky he was, to share this very moment with Adrian*

Adrian: You're starring *he said in a grumpy voice, yet there were a warmth in the tone*

Sam: ..... I think it would be easier for you, if you just get used to it.

Adrian: Sam *he looked at Sam with soft eyes as he turned to look at him* Why me? You can have anyone in the world. There's so many nice girls out there, you're not even ga-

Sam: Remember I told you not to get so hung up in sexualities. *He sighed soft* I think I am straight, cause I seem to be interested in females. So far, you're the only male I am interested in. But I also have very little experience, so who knows? I really don't care about it, Adrian, so would you please stop worrying so much about it? *He slowly pushed himself a little closer, stroking Adrian's thigh playfully with just a single finger* Adrian..... 'Why me'.... I already told you, so perhaps you should stop questioning that as well? *He sighed soft and smiled* You're kind *he laid down on his belly, planting a soft kiss on Adrian's thigh* patient

Adrian: *He snorted soft* I literally wanna kill people every day, Sam.

Sam: And yet you don't... that's patience.

Adrian: *He sighed soft*

Sam: You're very loving, when you want to be *he planted another kiss on Adrian's thigh* romantic *another kiss*

Adrian: *He moaned soft*

Sam: Passionate *another kiss* skillful *another kiss*

Adrian: *He sighed soft and ran his fingers through Sam's long brown hair*

Sam: Mmhhh.... creative *another kiss* ... smart *another kiss*..... handsome *another kiss*.... ssssexy *another kiss* ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌         ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Adrian: *A soft moan slipped his lips, his dick twitching lightly as it started getting hard* Saaahm *he slowly tilted himself forwards, so he got on all four, slowly crawling next to Sam, planting gentle, sensual kisses from Sam's shoulder, down Sam's back, and till he reached Sam's butt cheeks*

Sam: *He sighed soft and aroused, arching his back gently*

Adrian: *He paused for a moment, observing Sam's back and arch, his naked round butt, the way his hair would rest on his right shoulder, and in the light from the dancing flames of the fire place, Adrian felt a warm tickly sensation spread in his body. The undoubtedly feeling of him falling for Sam*

Sam: What are you thinking? *he smiled soft as he slightly turned his head to look at Adrian, from the corner of his eye*

Adrian: How gorgeous you look, in this light *he bent down, planting a loving kiss on Sam's back arch*

Sam: *The kiss and the words sent shivers of pleasure through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his lower back instantly getting spotted with goosebumps, scattering up his back, thighs and arms, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from bursting out his excitement*

Adrian: *He slowly kissed his way down both Sam's butt cheeks, enjoying how soft Sam's skin was against his lips*

Sam: *A soft sighing moan escaped his lips, his legs spreading slightly, allowing Adrian access*

Adrian: *He took the hint right away, and very slow and elegantly crawled over Sam, laying down between his legs, gently caressing Sam's skin as he slowly leaned in, gently blowing some air on Sam's naked cheeks*

Sam: *Another sighing moan escaped him, a tiny shiver running up his spine* Fuckhhhh... *no one had ever treated him like this before, not even Ava. His body was full of anticipation, excitement and warm buzzy hormones, longing for Adrian to sink his teeth into Sam's naked skin. It was almost too much to handle, but he craved for more of what Adrian was serving. Much more.*

Adrian: *He rested the tip of his nose against Sam's warm skin, breathing in the scent of him, catching the hormones easily* Sammmhhhhhh *he sighed his name out in a husky tone, closing his eyes for a moment to try to gather himself. This was more than just sex. So he had to stay calm, stay collected and not allow his wolf to take over*

Sam: *He sighed soft from pleasure and arched his back a bit more*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him, as he lifted his head and noticed the arch had grown. He slowly leaned down, allowing his tongue to gently and very carefully slip over Sam's hole*

Sam: *He gasped soft and leaned forwards, resting his forehead against the pillow beneath him, trying his best to gather himself, and don't get overly excited too fast*

Adrian: *He leaned a bit closer, gently massaging Sam's hole with his tongue, gently stroking Sam's butt cheeks with his thumbs, as he very gently pulled them slightly apart, to have better access*

Sam: *A soft moan escaped him, trying his best to keep it together, but already feeling himself getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him, as he fully opened up, and allowed himself to completely enjoy the two of them together, digging his fingers more demanding into Sam's butt cheeks, biting the sensitive arches between them lightly*

Sam: *A deeper moan sounded from him with each bite, and his breath grew heavier, slower. His stomach filled with butterflies, and he realized he had never been that deeply in love before. At least the love he once had felt, seemed so distant by now, that what he was feeling for Adrian, in this very moment, seemed much more intense.*

Adrian: Mmhhh *he sucked Sam's skin lightly where he had just bit him, fully enjoying the taste of his skin, and all of the sudden, a strong tickly sensation went through his stomach, he paused, lifting his head a bit to look at Sam. He couldn't see much more than his profile the way he was laying now, with his forehead on the pillow, but it still made Adrian's body feel hotter, his heart beating slightly faster. He took a deep shaky breath, this wasn't in the plans, but it was here, he couldn't deny it. He was falling for Sam, quite deep, judging by the insistent butterflies in his belly. He sighed soft, suddenly feeling nervous, feeling as if he wanted to do better for Sam. Treat him even nicer. Then the strong urge to tell Sam how he felt, rushed over him. No, it wasn't... no, no no... what if it was more a heat of the moment thing? He HAD to be sure before he could say something like that. It would mean too much to Sam, and hurt him deep if it wasn't true. So he took a deep breath and bent down again, planting a soft kiss just above Sam's crack, pouring all he love he felt in the moment into the tender kiss*

Sam: Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhh *he arched his back, welcoming the kiss and the closeness he felt from it. As if a deeper connection than what they already had, was suddenly created between them*

Adrian: *He slowly started kissing his way up Sam's spine, with the same love and devotion, all the way up to the back of Sam's neck. As he now laid on top of Sam, he stroke his hair gently* You're very very special, to me.... I hope you know that *he said in a warm lowered voice*

Sam: *He couldn't help but chuckle soft and surprised by Adrian's sudden affection and words, lifting his head, turning it slightly so he could somewhat see Adrian out the corner of his eyes* And you are very romantic, when you want to be....

Adrian: *He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on Sam's jawline* You deserve much more than this

Sam: *A soft sigh of pleasure escaped him* So do you

Adrian: *He moaned deep and longing, the atmosphere around them was so warm, cozy and safe. The sound of the burning fire place, the prickly warm sensations it created against their skins, the smell and taste of Sam, the feeling of his gorgeous body against Adrian's. He let his hand slowly travel down Sam's side, then swiftly over Sam's butt, determined in it's destination, fingers fumbling for just a second, before they locked around Adrian's dick, slowly pushing it inside Sam, with a moan of relief*

Sam: *He closed his eyes, and bit his bottom lip, as he felt Adrian enter, a deep satisfied moan, as his own longing was finally met, pressing his butt tighter against Adrian.*

Adrian: *A soft moan slipped his lips as he slowly swayed his hips from side to side, feeling the tightness of Sam, around his dick. A wave of warmth and pleasure washing over him*

Sam: *He gasped slightly from the pressure he felt inside, but welcomed it with every part of him. It felt as if he had returned home after a long day, to find his loved one waiting for him.*

Adrian: *His whole body was buzzing with warm sensations and fuzzy feelings, his breathing turning heavier and more steamy* Sam *he whispered against Sam's sweaty skin*

Sam: Adrian *he sighed out soft and warm*

Adrian: *A soft moan escaping him* I love...*he frowned soft* the taste of you *he leaned closer, planting some soft kisses on Sam's skin, as he got overwhelmed by a feeling of love. It couldn't be. It had to not be! It was too much for his head to wrap around, but he also didn't want to push the feeling completely aside. There were something so soothing about it. Something that for a moment seemed to heal everything inside him that had ever hurt him.*

Sam: *He moaned soft by Adrian's words, and squirmed his body tighter against Adrian's, completely getting lost in the warm feeling of his lover against him* ❌Short sex scene END - Readers must be 18+❌           ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex)❌    

*They laid like that for quite a while, Adrian slowly making love to Sam, as if the two of them were more than just friends. And in this moment it seemed as if the rest of the world was just a far away memory.*

Adrian: *After a while, he slowly crawled off Sam, laying down next to him on his side, planting soft kisses on Sam's shoulder, gently stroking his lower back.* Are you alright? *he mumbled soft*

Sam: *He chuckled soft, a bright warm smile, spreading on his whole face, making him radiate with love and happiness* If I'm alright? Adrian... I feel as if someone literally gave my soul a massage... I'm completely like melted butter *he chuckled soft, and reached towards Adrian, gently stroking his cheek with a thumb* Stop worrying about me, I have never been so pleased in my life.

Adrian: *He burst out a soft chuckle*

Sam: Man... you have no idea *he chuckled as well, raising himself a bit, so he could get close enough to plant a soft kiss on Adrian's lips*

Adrian: *He sighed soft from pleasure, and let his fingers run through Sam's long soft hair* I'm glad you feel that way...

Sam: Mmhh *he planted another soft kiss on Adrian's lips* but I think I want more... if it's not too much to ask of? *he chuckled lightly and pulled a bit away, to be able to gaze into Adrian's eyes* if you can?

Adrian: *He chuckled soft* I never said I was done... beside I'm still standing.... tell me what you need *he smiled soft*

Sam: You! *He wrapped his arms around Adrian's neck, and leaned over him, as he locked their lips in a heated kiss, quickly rolling on top of his Alpha*

Adrian: *He moaned surprised and wrapped his arms around Sam, hugging him tight, feeling safe the closer he was to Sam, as if Sam's safety meant Adrian would be safe as well*

Sam: *He moaned soft and satisfied, by the feeling of Adrian's arms wrapping around him, enjoying the now very strong intimacy between them.*

Adrian: *He sighed soft from pleasure, feeling their kiss warm him even further, gently nudging his nose against Sam's before parting their lips* You still didn't tell me what you need? *he asked in a low, loving voice* ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌         ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Sam: Mmhhhhh *he hummed with pleasure* How about I take care of it for a while, and you just rest? *he spoke in a sensual voice, and reached down, firmly grabbing Adrian's dick, before slowly rising himself, and pushing it inside with a soft moan*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and arched his back, letting his hands rest on Sam's thighs* As you wish...

Sam: *He moaned again as he slowly started moving his hips in deep, circles, arching his back lightly to feel Adrian even closer against his butt* Oh gawd *he planted his hands on Adrian's lower belly, trying to support himself as good as possible, finding a good balance easily* You're perfect

Adrian: ... hardly *he chuckled soft*

Sam: Well *he chuckled soft* your dick is then, at the very least.

Adrian: *He couldn't help but chuckle* You're pretty perfect yourself... all over.

Sam: *He smiled soft, and a light blush crept over his nose and cheeks, instantly gaining Adrian's attention*

Adrian: *He reached up, gently stroking Sam's chest* You're very beautiful, Sam....

Sam: *He chuckled a bit shy and grabbed Adrian's hand, bending slightly down to reach better, as he planted a soft kiss in the palm of it* So are you....

Adrian: *He wrinkled his nose lightly in a disagreement*

Sam: Oh stop it! *he chuckled soft and let go of Adrian's hand* you're absolutely gorgeous! I could stare at you for hours...

Adrian: *He sighed soft and smiled, and although he wanted to protest again, he kept it inside for the sake of the romance, not wanting to risk the change of subject. So he left his hand travel back down Sam's body, resting back on Sam's thigh, as before, giving it a little squeeze*

Sam: *He moaned soft, and changed his movements, to a back and forwards swaying, a light moan escaping him* Gawd it feels so good!

Adrian: *He nodded agreeing, taking a deep breath of the scent of their love scene, feeling whole and full of love*

Sam: You're so precious to me *he moaned soft and slowly started moving up and down*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and arched his back lightly, feeling overwhelming pleasure by the combination of Sam slowly riding him, and his warm loving voice* If you keep talking like that.... you're gonna make me cum

Sam: *He bit his bottom lip gently and moaned, upping his speed a bit* Prove it... *he smirked at Adrian and squeezed his dick inside him*

Adrian: *He moaned deep and let his hands travel to Sam's butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly* Dirty trick *he chuckled hoarse* that way I'm definitely going to *he paused as Sam squeezed him again, moaning deep* cummmm

Sam: *He moaned deep and squeezed Adrian a little tighter* Cum for me, please *he almost whispered*

Adrian: *He squeezed Sam's butt tighter, digging his fingers into his flesh* I'm not sure I can... handle more if I cum now *he panted soft*

Sam: Me neither *he smiled soft and stroke Adrian's lower belly skin* cum with me, please... I'm so close...

Adrian: *He nodded soft* Me too....

Sam: *He upped his speed a little more, and moaned deep* Oh yeah.... fuck....

Adrian: *He groaned soft and closed his eyes, as the orgasm rolled over him*

Sam: *His moans grew louder, and he quickly reached a hand backwards, grabbing one of Adrian's hands, then came with a loud roar*

Adrian: *He opened his eyes, and came at the sight of Sam cumming on Adrian's belly, a loud satisfied moan escaping him*

Sam: *He fell slowly towards Adrian, resting his head on his chest, panting for air*

Adrian: *He took a deep breath to calm his breathing and let go of Sam's butt, gently stroking his lower back* Damn...

Sam: *He nodded soft and agreeing then chuckled soft* It was so good, I'm now drooling on your chest!

Adrian: *He couldn't help but chuckle* Charming

Sam: *He chuckled soft* I know.... but man, I'm so relaxed now... I feel completely limp in all muscles *he chuckled again* That was..... nothing short of incredible!

Adrian: *He smiled warmly, although Sam couldn't see it* You're incredible....

Sam: *He chuckled soft* I'm too tired to argue with that!

Adrian: *He burst out in a happy laughter, wrapping his arms tight around Sam* Of course you are!

Sam: *He chuckled soft and snuggled his nose against Adrian's chest* I love the scent of you... specially after sex...

Adrian: *He lifted his head lightly, digging his nose into Sam's hair* I love your scent too.... it calms me.... you calm me.

Sam: *He sighed soft and satisfied, closing his eyes, listening to Adrian's heartbeat*

Adrian: *He planted a soft kiss on Sam's hair, then laid his head back, closing his eyes as well, with a soft relaxed sigh*

Sam: Thank you *he mumbled soft* for the perfect romantic night.

Adrian: *He smiled soft* Thank you too, Sam *his voice was warm and loving* it was wonderful... I'm sooooo relaxed now

Sam: *He nodded soft* Me too...

*It didn't take long before the two of them dozed off, happy together, and so full of love*

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨Spilling Drunk Secrets 😵🍸

entj (the commander)

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intp (the logician)

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intj (the architect)

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enfp (the campaigner)

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best friend gang

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[night time, at enfp's photography studio, eating pizza 🌃🍕)

entj: hey enfp, do you have anything to wash this down with?

enfp: oh yeah there's a case of water under the bench over there.

entj: mmmhhm... waters good... but i meant more like tequila.

enfp: ahaha! well duh there's a bottle of don julio in the cabinet next to my desk! 😝

entj: [jumps up and nonchalantly skips to the liquor cabinet]

intp: mehhh, is there anything other than tequila, i had a horrible experience with tequila featuring jack n the box, skittles, and senior prom.

intj: omg i don't even wanna know, but i too am not a huge fan of tequila.

enfp: ehh 😬 i'm not sure what else i have, i haven't restocked since i got back from that shoot in Miami. entj? see anything for these nerds?

entj: [rumaging through cabinet with tequila bottle between there knees] the only thing in here other thannn... ooo margarita mix! yessss, bitch. oh um the only other alcohol is... ew, peach schnapps... 🤭

intj: [to enfp] why do you have peach schnapps??

enfp: it was when my mother was visiting, if she's drinking she's not talking.

intj: ah.

intp: well c'est la vie, entj bust open the schnapps!

entj: [returns and pours drinks for everyone. hands intp and intj the schnapps] ugh god it smells like potpourri.

intp & intj: [drink the schnapps]

intj: oh, 😵, [in a hoarse voice] it tastes like the entire candle isle in target.

intp: that's 🥴, sooo baddd ughhhh.... oh 😳... it just got good, warm tummy... 😌

entj & enfp: [laughing at the two nerds]

[after an hour or so of tequila and schnapps drinking] 🍸🍑

intj: i hate the word quirk. or more when people describe themselves as being quote un-quote "quirky".

intp: i think everyone has their own quirks. and the quirky-ness level depends on the eye of the beholder [points with hand holding glass to eye with other eye closed]👁👈

enfp:thanks for the insights Aristotle, pfftt. 😄

entj: not me. i don't do "quirks". [takes a drink of tequila with a tipped chin]

[other three share a look 👀]

entj: what?

intp: are we gonna go there...

entj: where...

intp: out of your castle in the sky... and back down to reality...

entj: pffftttt aha! what?! i don't have any "quirks" just superior character traits.😌

intp: i guess we're going there... ok if you don't have quirks what do you call your superiority complex?? 😄

entj: oh- c'mon, i was kidding, i don't have a superiority complex!

everyone: HA!

intp: entj, on multiple occasions i've heard you say "i command you to accept me as your ruler!", the last time you were yelling it at your pillow while you punched it!😆

entj: it wouldn't accommodate for head shape. it was too fluffy and needed to be beaten into submission... plus YOU are one to talk about being weird with a pillow! the last time i was at your apartment i asked you where your pillow was and you said you had LOST it and when i asked what you were sleeping on you said a hoodie?!?!?! you live in chaos.

enfp: [dying laughing]🤣

intp: oh you think that's funny... may be intj should know about the rainbow shot incident.

enfp: ahaha i've told them everything and YOU SHUSH!

intp:[turns toward group] when enfp came to visit entp and i when we lived in Berlin, we went to this trendy neo-rocker bar with neon and all that. and the bartender got all of us to do rainbow shots. we had already been to like 2 other bars before that. and enfp took ALL of the shots and when they got to the blue shots they laughed and then THREW UP ALL OVER THE BAR. then, then they proceeded to ASK THE BARTENDER OUT!

intj & entj: [dying laughing] 😂🤣

enfp: [eyes wide with rage] 😠😳 INTP SLEPT WITH TWO SIMILAR LOOKING PEOPLE IN BERLIN, couldn't tell them apart AND FORGOT BOTH OF THEIR NAMES!

intp: 😳

intj: HA! 🤣

intp: [looks over to intj] 🤨 oh haha, yeah? [turns to group] every year at christmas intj, secretly watches Elf AND CRIES!

intj: dude!

intp: gloves are off! and i refuse to let this be an intp roast... [quietly] again.

entj: 🤣 you cry at Elf, what a lil bitch.

intj: [nodding sarcastically at entj] [turns to intp] when you moved to Berlin for that year away, entj cried and ate nothing but tubs of rocky road icecream and mango sherbet for a WEEK. they didn't even GO TO WORK!

enfp: 🤭😯

intp: oh god...

entj: 😱[at intj] 😡 you are so dead. LAST YEAR INTJ BOUGHT A DVD SET OF SELF HELP VIDEOS! AND WATCHED THEM!

intj: 🤯

intp & enfp: [dying laughing, enfp holding onto intp's shoulder]🤣😭

intj: [looks over at enfp] once, enfp tied their shoelaces together and fell down a flight of stairs!

enfp: 😱 WHEN I FELL, INTJ JUST POINTED AND LAUGHED!

intj: the first time we went out for drinks after entj's melt down over intp, entj had too many drinks and came onto me!

intp: ohohohoho [dies of laughter]

entj: intp's a bottom!

intp: hey!

entj: 😳 [puts their hands on cheeks realizing their mistake] i'm sorry, i couldn't think of anymore for intj.

enfp: iiiiii knew it!

intp: well, i think you have all proven my point... at the end of the day... we're all freaks... [sips drink]

entj: [scoffs with a chuckle] [to intj] i can't believe you cry at Elf. 😆

intj: whatever dude, you had mental breakdown over a bottom.

entj: 😑[camera looks]

[just-some-random-blogger]

CONTRARY TO MY USE OF MEME I FEEL LIKE IVE COME ALIVE. TITI NG AMAAAAA IM SUCH A SLUT FOR ANGST THAT IVE FORGOTTEN HOW LOVELY IT IS TO MAKE AND CONSUME FLUFFF RAHHH 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

Incredible artistry. The way you describe is lovely

You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well.

I SEE IT. YOUR HONOR I SEE IT SO CLEARLY. THE BEAUTY AMIDST HORROR UGHHHH 😫😫😫😫

Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.

OH TO WAKE UP NEXT TO GWAYNE HIGHTOWERRRRR IDC IF ITS AT THE COST OF NIGHTMARES IN DAEMON AT FUCKING HARRENHALING THAT SHIT

“You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.”

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING SHUT THE FUCK UO STOP PANICKING JES SO DARLING SHUT THE FUCKING FUCK UO THE FUCK FUCK YOU

Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP A PEASANT AND NOT MARRIED TO GWAYNE HIGHTOWERRRRR

            “See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes [...] “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”

            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.

THEYRE SO SOFT FOR EACH OTHERRRRR THEYRE SO FUCKING SOFT

            “Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”

I SCREAMMMMEEDDDDD I SCREAAMMMMMEEEEDDDDDDDD INTO MY PILLOWWWW WHAT ISSSS THATTTTTTTTT RAAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭👹👹👹🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️HE SAID ITS MORE SERIOUS THAN HE THOUGHHHHHHHTTTT IM SOBBBBINNGGGGG

            “Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND IM NOT GWAYNE HIGHTOWERS WIFE

            “That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his.

KISSS HIMMM KISSS HIM HARDERRRR KISS HIM FOR ALL OF USSSSSS

            “No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.”

ITS FINE IM FINE

            “Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

YOUR HONOR

            “This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”

GAGO WHAT IF SUMABOG AKO WHAT IF I GNAW MY ARM OFF WHAT THEN HES SO SOFT IM BARKING

            “But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.”

*THROUGH VIOLENT TEARS* PSPSPSPSSPSPPSPS FOXY FOXY FOXY GWAYNEEEE COMEEE HOMEEEEE *CRYINGGGGGGFFFF BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL* COMEEEE BACKKK HOMEEEEE

Thank you for your service 🫡 the hotd fandom does not deserve you. Gwaynism is better because of you. I pray you are treated kindly no matter how far you tread into this world. Sana masarap ulam mo which translates to I hope your viand is delicious

i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) 💚💚

Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you 💚

Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2870

Author’s Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilá, this fic has emerged as a result of that! 💕 as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through 😅). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all – I did my best to make it feel like him! 🥰

oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth 😌 (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)

as always, I hope you enjoy!! 🥰🥰 (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have – I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! ☺️💕)

            The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.

            You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been – but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

            You called out to him, but he didn’t respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayne’s mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.

            Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something – anything – that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched – no, you were being hunted.

            At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayne’s face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.

            You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.

            And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words – the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.

            Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldn’t think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne – your Gwayne – fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time – if nothing else, to assure him of your love – the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.

            The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.

            You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didn’t even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe – to tell him that you were here. 

            But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldn’t help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didn’t even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.

            You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar – this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.

            When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.

            “Hmmm—is everything… alright?” he muttered, blinking his eyes open.

            “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, “I just had a nightmare.”

            He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.

            “Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?” his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.

            “It was about you,” you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And the dragon,” you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.

            “But it was nothing,” you hurried to assure him, “I just—I just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped or—” you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. “I just felt so helpless,” you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.

            “You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.” You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit. 

            Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayne’s hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion – a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the seller’s part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were? 

            Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayne’s most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.

            Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.

            “See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayne’s fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”

            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.

            “Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”

            You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.

            “And tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?” you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.

            “Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, “perhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.”

            “Oh, but I fear I’ve tried that,” you exclaimed, “and it has only made my condition worse.”

            “Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”

            “What’s the risk?”

            “The risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.” Gwayne’s lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.

            “That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You weren’t sure how long you remined pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms. 

            “Did it work?” he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.

            “No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.” You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.

            “Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

            “Nor can I,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

            He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.

            “This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”

            “I’m always right here,” you echo, your words a promise, a vow.

            “But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.” Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:

            “I’m right here.”

[lovehelpmewrite]

Priorities

Title: Priorities

Pairing: Brian x reader

Summary: You and Brian did have plans but it seems like he has different priorities than you... at least at first.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, hickies... more fluff?

[A/N]: So this is an answer to this ask from the lovely @not-john-watsons-blog​ and it was really fun to write even though it took a few tries for me to really feel out how i should have everything set up :) i know im not super consistent with requests but i forced myself to sit down and work through this one because i know its been a Minute since i put out content for y’all. ANYWAY i hope you all like it and please feel free to leave feedback!!

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“Ughhhhhh,” I whined, plopping down on Brian’s bed, making him gently bounce from where he sat at the head of it. He had a stack of notes sitting between us and his textbooks littering the floor.

“Come on, you know I have to study,” he reasoned, lightly poking me with the eraser of his pencil. 

“But you’re so… ughhhh,” I groaned again and flopped my arm over my face feigning pain. “You’re really cute and it's ruining my life because I’m thinking about kissing you all the time!” I said exasperatedly. When I dropped my arm back on the bed and turned my head to him dramatically all he did was shake his head and grin, looking back at his book and trying to focus once more.

I groaned again in half frustration, half jest.

"I wait all day-" I started, pushing up on my elbows.

"Oh not this again," Brian muttered back though he was still smiling.

"No! I wait all day! Sit through all my classes, takes notes like a good student, make sure you guys aren't rehearsing or having a gig, drive all the way over here and you- you're studying!" I said in an exasperated tone, though I was struggling to hide my own smile.

Brian shook his head again. "I'm sorry! I know I said I would be free after class today but I didn't know I'd be getting another paper due in three days!" He chuckled. He seemed somewhere between genuinely stressed and trying to keep the joke up.

Feeling guilty now, I pushed myself up to stand again and walked to stand next to him. I slowly slid my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder and watching him write for a second. I pressed a small kiss to his shoulder after a moment.

"I'm sorry too bub I didn't mean to make you feel guilty," I apologized softly, pressing my face further into his neck.

He sighed and nuzzled his face against mine. “No it's alright, I get it, I was excited to spend time with you too,” he said quietly, a sad smile coming over his face. He dropped his pen after a moment, bringing his hand up to my head and lightly petting my hair as I kissed his collarbone softly. He laughed for a second as I started lightly sucking a hickey onto his neck. “Is it my under eye circles or my unwashed hair that turns you on?” he laughed.

“Hmmm,” I pretended to be in thought, kissing his neck one more time before moving up to whisper in his ear. “Both. You know how much that tired scientist look gets me going,” I started out able to keep my voice sultry but by the end, I was laughing too. I yelped and laughed even more when he suddenly pulled my arm and had me fall into his lap, holding me there with one hand and trying to tickle me with the other while I squirmed.

“BRIAN NO!” I laughed loudly, screeching and wiggling while his fingers poked at my sides and neck and ribs. 

He slowed down after a moment and was just looking at me as we both caught our breath, getting that look in his eye that made my heart lurch and my hands shake.

“What?” I asked quietly, watching the warmth grow in his eyes, the gentle smile grow on his lips.

He shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered back, just above a whisper before he leaned down and slowly kissed my lips. “Come over here. Want you to lay here while I finish this up and then we can spend the next two whole days together. No homework this time,” he proposed, patting the side of the bed toward the wall.

I smiled and carefully crawled over his blankets and then trying not to disturb his papers, I laid down and moved so my head was resting gently on his thigh. I looked up at him for a second and mirrored his smile. “Alright, back to work. The sooner you get it done the sooner we can actually cuddle and make out,” I grinned cheekily.

“What motivation you’ve given me,” Brian chuckled, picking up his pencil with his right hand and placing his left hand on the side of my head, fingers lightly stroking my hair. 

I fell asleep like that at some point, smooth fingers pushing back my hair from my face and the quiet scratch of pen on paper and the smell of pure Brian surrounding me. 

When I woke up the room was darker and Brian had moved to spoon me from behind, also asleep. He’d brought his blankets up to cover us and all his books were put neatly back into their place across the floor on his desk. The sun seemed to just be setting outside but that wasn’t much of an indicator as to the time because it was getting colder out and the sun was setting earlier and earlier. It didn’t bother me so much though. Worst case, I’d fallen asleep around one in the afternoon and it was nearing four.

I shifted slightly to stretch my spine and felt guilt fill my chest as Brian hummed from behind me, waking up from what was clearly a needed nap. 

“Good morning love,” He greeted, voice hoarse with sleep. He looked at the clock and made a noise. “Or good afternoon.”

I smiled and turned slightly, kissing his chin as he stretched and turned his head up. “You should go back to bed, you need sleep after being so busy all week,” I advised.

He hummed. “But then my beautiful girlfriend might complain about not seeing me for another week. Can’t have that,” he grinned at me sleepily.

“The good news is that there’s this revolutionary concept where two people can sleep at the same time, in the same place… together,” I smiled, enjoying the light banter.

“Oh is there now? I must meet the scientist who discovered this,” he quipped back with a cheeky smile.

I shook my head at him, guiding his chin down and kissing him again. “I’ll make sure to bring them along next time. Your bed fits three right?”

He pretended to be in thought for a moment. “Mmm, better not then,” he said, pulling me closer to him and pressing me back into his warmth. “Just want to spend a day with my love, is that too much to ask?”

I laughed and lightly jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow making him laugh in response.

[catiuskaa]

you're welcome baby! <3

you chose one of my faves tbh cause i've never really tried to write a shy/innocent reader and for 'keep it', I wanted to try? like, idk, maybe it's cause i'm ENFP lol but I've never done it before

imma copy+paste the excuse I have for a description T-T

Minho had always known that no one could resist his charms. It was as clear as water, seeing both boys and girls cheering so vividly for him, almost desperate for attention. So who was that new, cute kitten that had so shyly rejected his jacket at his last game? He sure didn't know, but he quickly developed a taste for you. (yes, I said "developed a taste" bc it's ya boi Minho, and the gif I chose for the fic is from the taste performance, uh-huh, I'm not sorry)

it's inspired by the moment I realised that the jacket Hannie wore for the "I'm not wearing anything underneath this lol" [220721] vlive Minho also wore it, and idk it kinda triggered my spidey senses lmao

not pasting the story lol haha u thought (jk jk ily)

Definitely college au, like 100%. it'll probably be long cause I got carried away after watching rom-coms at night and now I can't unsee the plot with all the stuff I noted lol and it'll be like a mix between fluff and smut? unsure but most likely

still tryna figure out if I should make their dynamic smth like badboy minho and innocent reader?? or just a shy reader and athlete minho?? and what sport should minho play ughhhh help me plz anyways, just bc ilysm, here's a sneak pic of what the athlete!badboy!minho version would be like:

"I'm just trying…"

"Just trying what?" you interrupted almost in a whisper, swallowing dry, feeling his eyes on you more intense than ever.

"Remember those rules you put up the morning after that night in my room?"

oh.

That night. Where you didn't know why, maybe it was how the stars were located, but it was the moment you got carried away. And oh boy, if you were carried away. You ended up, to be more precise, between the sheets of the handsome figure in front of you! God, you shivered just from the reminder. No. That shouldn't happen again.

The rules behind the humiliation that you wanted to avoid feeling the next morning were set up for you to try to clear up your thoughts, changing the walk of shame to something closer to the race of shame. You spoke about him with your roommate and her friends, and they all had warned, not just about all the rumours that surrounded him, but how he could end up hurting your poor heart, which wasn't used to the attention of such a fine-looking bad-boy.

To be completely fair, you had said no more kisses, but it wasn't because you didn't want them, but because a kiss from the athlete caused more things in you than what you could process, leaving your mind blank and fuzzy.

"So what?" You tried putting up a defensive stance, your tone sounding just the tiniest bit more fierce, but he had to hold back from cooing at you and your flushed cheeks just because sex had been mentioned.

"I want to kiss you," he stated, looking at your lips, licking his own, "so fucking bad."

The reddish tone on your cheeks deepened, replacing the one caused by your own thoughts. His voice, the words he had just pronounced with a deep, hoarse and almost anxious voice... shit, he was going to ruin you. You just stood there, your heart racing, not knowing how to react, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of his vanity jacket, which was obviously too big for you.

Suddenly, you felt your heart skip a beat as soon as his hand softly brushed her chin, raising your head, now much closer than before.

"I'm going to kiss you, kitten."

~Kats, who's most likely going to leave the other story she was working on just because she remembered about this one

(man c'mon my folders are such a mess smh) my sweet darling @tangerminie tagged me for this! tysm<3

post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I shit you not when I say I had just woken up when I read tangy's post and I was so dead that I had to google what a wip folder was LMAO

plus nooo cause i am such a meticulous puta i need everything on its different folder cause if not I'll most likely forget about it and like nooo I don't know that many people to tag lol

imma just mention the works that aren't on the 'coming soon' side of my masterlist which just bc I can I'll link here (free promo bruh!)

only angel (mafia seungminnie) istg i found this one a while ago and I plan to make it so much better than what it is rn but we'll get there sometime

bartender innie au i suck for titles, plus this one only has like a prompt and me fangirling over it

part 2 sparring channie i REALLY suck for titles, fml

leave me alone [pls don't go far] this one is just empty like there's only a title of a song, the chosen skz member and one sentence to give me ideas yk

keep it (NSFW) this is here because i got writer-triggered by a minsung realization, i just have the description/idea of what I want it to be lol

tagging: @ire67 (i am so making you do this) @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick @ihrtlix @deathlypink (you my loves pls don't have any pressure whatsoever<3)

~Kats, a wannabe meticulous puta who needs to get better at writing consistently rather than just coming up with random ideas till she forgets they exist.