#3. is for hopeful yearning

[guinevereslancelot]

first base is wound tending second base is hand touching

[yi3248]

napping

[14dayswithyou]

💖 EVEN MORE DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖

[akabaka-dev]

Happy lesbian visibility day 💖

Much love and wishes for happiness, prosperity, and safety from your friends at Akabaka

[crescentfool]

orpheus and thanatos 💚

[defiledtomb]

Chapter 3 (and a little of chapter 4, hehe) is up on my Patreon! Near 5k words of Leith being a terrible man, taking the healer for dinner, stealing kisses and scheming for justice. Peep a sneak peek below!

He could hear the distant murmur of voices spilling from taverns, the clinking of tankards echoing in the alleys, dancing together with the earthy scent of wet stone and overripe fruit that had fallen from the market stalls. He dreamt, about dancing with her. A slow dance, on a balcony somewhere, her head tucked under his chin, lips against his throat. Tongue, and nakedness, and nothing else. Fuck.

Eventually, he pushed the door open, the creak a reluctant confession, a statement of inevitability. The warmth pulled him forward, the scent of her herbs enveloping him with a calm: the eye of the storm. She was there, hunched over her workbench, a collection of glass vials and herbs strewn about, an artist’s palette. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back against her wall. He murmured her name, like a prayer. Like amen.

“You’re here,” she said, like a question, and it tugged on a string tied in his chest.

“You’re there,” an answer.

She turned, her eyes lanterns in the dark, alive and bright, flickering across his features. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He smiled, a little crooked thing, a hook in the corner of his mouth. Caught. “Just the usual hauntings.” The words were gravel in his mouth. He felt like spitting again. Instead, he said, to get it over with, “They’re gone. Riven will never be plagued by Mina’s parents again.”

“Good,” she said, hissing red-hot like a brand. “Screw my oath. May their souls never find peace.”

It never ceased to amaze him, the way she was there, both feet planted on the ground, reliable, sturdy, unwavering. She was good, even when her mood was foul. He felt like she was what he could cling to in a storm. Like maybe, if there always was her, he would somehow survive. And other times, he thought that she was the entire purpose. Of everything. Her, and her lips, and her frown.

[capitalisticveins]

This isn't happening and I don't think anybody would write this but thinking abt Elliott's recent BA and it had me thinking abt Ivan and Baby after their memory wipe...

warning: kinda long post might clog ur timeline idk

Elliott spoke about how even though they "haven't" been apart, his body and mind still missed Sunshine like crazy, meaning parts of him KNOWS something's wrong, he just can't place it, and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

So imagine how it feels for Ivan and Baby

Ivan shouldn't necessarily feel different. his body wasn't affected by what happened, and he has a plausible alibi for everything. Everyone knows he was in Dahlia, and he still made an effort to be around people during Baby's kidnapping.

But Baby??? LMAO

Their body changed physically, their hair grew longer than how they'd normally keep it, and lets not talk about their physical state. But most importantly? Their alibi. It was said that even though Baby was given false memories to excuse their time under Ivan's control, their family and friends don't buy most of it. It didn't make sense that they disappeared for a year, ghosted everyone, and suddenly came back like nothing ever happened. They don't understand it, and the people they love don't believe them. But it's the truth, right?

Are they truly okay? Their mind and mental state was royally FUCKED while they were with Ivan, so hearing that they're perfectly fine, meanwhile Sunshine and Elliott both feel very off after the memory modification is crazy to me.

Vega once said Ivan wasn't the only one he fed from, he also fed on Baby and their feelings of violence and wanting to hurt Ivan for all he's done to them, so what if these feelings, these tendencies still remained?

What if Baby randomly felt really violent, negative, or clawed at their skin feeling as if they're dirty and need to get something out of their body? What if they wanted to hurt something or someone SO bad they scared themselves? Imagine they would ghost their friends for days at a time because they feared they'd hurt someone from how prevalent in their blood this feeling was.

Imagine they catch a glimpse of someone who kind of LOOKS like Ivan and nearly FUCKING LOSES IT. They have goosebumps and they want to jump out of their skin, their eyes swell with tears, and their fists clench and nearly make themselves bleed. They want to rush at this man and pummel his face in, they want to strangle him until his lungs burst from the pressure, they want to bury him alive and watch as he suffocates, it's scary. They want him to feel how they felt every second in that...that what? What are they talking about? How could they possibly think about this from some random stranger? They can't breathe and they don't know why. They don't know why they want to hurt this man, they don't even know him!

In the end they'd freeze up like always, and their friends would have to take them home as they sob and panic for seemingly no reason. What would happen after this? Would they ever hang out with their friends again? Their friend group already avoided them before they "went away", would that happen again? Why is this happening? Who was that guy?

"What's wrong with me?"

Of course I could be wrong, I just made this for fun, just writing angst for where angst has been cured lol

[insanitydemon]

I wish I had a boy who would let me cry into his chest or his shoulder. Telling me that it's ok to cry and that everything will be ok, as he cuddles me holding me tight and rubbing my back in a soothing way, not caring as I soak his shirt from my tears. I want him to listen to me as I tell him what's wrong, and what the thoughts in my head are saying. I want him to kiss me on my forehead lovingly, and run his fingers over the scars on my wrist, gently massaging them as way to comfort me. Telling me how much I mean to him, and that he's there for me, not judging me for anything. Maybe he changes me into some of his clothes cause he knows that I love them and that I feel safe in them. Or maybe he makes me my favorite food, doing anything he knows that will help calm me down. I wanna lay down in bed with him feeling his arms wrapped around me as I lay on his chest listening to the calming sound of his heartbeat as he starts rambling about whatever pops into his head, like his favorite childhood memory or maybe his ultimate dream. I'd listen to him ramble about all those things, because I love listening to his voice. And if I fall asleep as I listen to him talk and the soothing sound of his heartbeat, I know he'll hold me in his arms as he drifts off to sleep, keeping me safe from whatever nightmares I might have.

[tetzoro]

goooood morning and happy monday my friendz ! ! it’s the start of a new week and i am waving my wand + manifesting that we all have a good one ✨🤍🧚‍♀️

[delulluart]

Sleeping Copia for @writingjourney 's latest Chapter of I Knew Nothing But Shadows

[hey-its-sybarite]

I’m so excited in advance just for however real Lestat is going to look at Louis.

[tgirlpuppycity]

need to sit on a tgirl’s lap while watching a movie a few months post bottom surgery.

i’d start to move a little bit over time, making small adjustments to start bothering her.

i’m not paying attention to the movie at all, just focused on making her more bothered, and she’s getting more distracted too. she pretends like i’m doing nothing for a while until i start slowly grinding on her bulge that is beginning to grow.

at this point she knows for sure that i’m doing this on purpose and starts to get a bit flushed knowing what this may lead to. she’s half-hard now and is completely ignoring the movie, now just focused about how embarrassing it is that she’s getting so hard so quickly. she whimpers quietly and i turn my body around to face her and begin grinding harder and faster.

now she’s fully hard and whining so i begin to moan in pleasure to make her even hornier. she begins to quietly moan. i continue what i’m doing for multiple minutes until she can’t take it anymore and starts to beg me to let her fuck me. i ignore her pathetic whining and continue for a long while. eventually she starts to grind back onto me, desperate to feel more pleasure. i reprimand her for moving and she stops, despite her desperation. after continuing for a while and hearing her pathetic pleas over and over, i am satisfied. i lift myself up off of her and she whimpers in protest. i look at the massive wet spot right where her bulge is, and she hides her face, flushed and whimpering.

i tell her to take her pants off, and she scrambles to do so, desperate for me to pleasure her more. i stare at her leaking dick for a minute, laughing at her and telling her how she must be so very desperate for me after so much denial. she whines and quivers beneath me, even more flushed than before, but pauses as i begin to take off my pants as well, exposing myself to her. her dick twitches in anticipation, leaking more as i straddle her once again.

i grab lube from the drawer nearby and begin to slowly stroke her dick. she moans loudly as my hand glides up and down until i take myself off of her. she gives me a pained look. i move myself above her as she looks expectedly and then sink myself onto her dick for the first time…

[kakusu-shipping]

Oh my god Trick-or-Treat for Teruteru PLEASE

Might as well make a little continuation of Last Year's

"Store bought candy..." Teruteru huffed, slumping even more in his seat on the couch. You glanced back at him for the door as the latest wave of trick or treaters thanked you as they darted down the stairs.

You closed the door and joined him back on the couch, "Is this gonna be all night?"

"Maybe!" Teruteru threw his hands in the air indignantly, "I worked hard on that candy, my momma's recipe, we use ta make it tagether every year, an' we were ta most popular house on ta block-"

Upon hearing Teru's accent come out you pressed yourself into his side and nuzzled into his neck, the slightest bit of affection making him shut up and melt into you.

"m sorry.." He murmured, leaning back onto you, "I just wanted to... Keep the tradition alive... for momma..."

You nodded and held Teru's hand, placing the bowl of funsized candy on the coffee table, "We can still eat it later." You added.

Teruteru hummed in approval, tangling his fingers with yours.

"Or now..." You suggested, glancing at him.

"Hm.... but that would involve movin'..." Teruteru moved to wrap his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck and planting little peck kisses as he did.

You giggled and hugged him back, leaning back into the couch. His hand roamed down your back, you gripped him a little tighter

And then the doorbell rung again.

Teruteru whined as you left his arms and stared up at you from the couch. You smiled innocently and picked up the bowl of candy, "Trick or Treat~" You winked, and left to answer the door.

[halsinsnaturepocket]

Yearning for a Taste

A preview 😏

Summary: Halsin is in his tent, minding his own business, trying to read a book, when he hears a couple of voices meeting up outside of his tent. It's Tav allowing Astarion to feed on her, but it becomes ...more, as the two of them seem to be entangled in a passionate affair.

Halsin, obviously,  hears the whole thing and is trying to be Normal about it. 

I'm going to try and post it tomorrow night.

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[strangeswift]

ficlet for my dear @mayahawkins “cali crew stop at a motel and there was only one bed (has this been done a million times? yes, but go wild with it, make it ridiculous)”

The motel lobby was small and dingy, with moth bitten floral curtains draped over the windows and glass vases with bouquets of plastic flowers covered in a thick layer of dust. In fact, Will was a little concerned about breathing in all the dust, but he figured he survived seven days breathing toxic Upside Down air, so he could probably handle a little dust.

Jonathan rang the bell at the check in desk, the metal tarnished from years of use. A short woman with dark gray hair and leathery skin appeared from a back room and looked the four of them up and down.

Will figured they had to be quite a sight. Argyle was still high as hell, the whites of his eyes almost completely red and a dopey grin on his face. Jonathan wasn’t much better, though Will knew some of that was from exhaustion more than it was from weed, since Jonathan hadn’t smoked as much or as recently as Argyle. Mike’s hair was sticking up on one side where he’d dozed off leaning against the window of the van, and he looked incredibly pissed off. He wasn’t particularly happy about Jonathan making the decision to stop for the night. Will was sure he looked a mess as well, and he was even more sure that the four of them smelled absolutely rank. 

The woman put her hands on her hips. “Can I help you boys?” she asked in a gravelly voice.

“Yes,” Jonathan said confidently, “We need a room. Two rooms, if you have them.”

“We only got one,” the woman rasped.

“That’s fine,” Jonathan said, glancing at Will with what may have been a look of sympathy, “We can double up."

“No, sugar, we’ve only got one single. It’s a king,” she said.

“You’ve only got one bed in this whole place?” Mike interjected, less patient than Jonathan had been, but to be fair Mike had less weed in his system. None, to be exact.

The woman narrowed her eyes at Mike. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Okay,” Jonathan said before Mike could get into an argument with an elderly motel clerk, “We’ll take it if it’s all you have.”

Jonathan paid for the room and took the key, which was attached to a red plastic keychain with the number one in chipped white paint. Room one was at the end of the hallway, which Mike commented made no sense, and while Will agreed he didn’t see why Mike was so peeved about it.

The room was extraordinarily small. The king sized bed stretched almost from wall to wall on either side, you almost had to turn sideways to walk along the sides of the bed. There was a stretch of floor along the foot of the bed, some of which was covered by a small writing desk. The carpet was… well, it was disgusting. There were so many stains it looked like a Jackson Pollock original if Jackson Pollock worked solely with browns and yellows. It was impossible to tell what color the carpet had originally been, but Will hoped tan, because that’s what it was now.

“I don’t know if I want to sleep on that floor even with a blanket over it,” Will said, “I don’t want anything to like… seep through.”

Mike grimaced. “That’s fucking disgusting. You think the bathroom’s this gross? I’d rather sleep in a bathtub.”

Will followed as Mike swung the bathroom door open and flicked the light on. The light made a rattling sound as it flickered to life, and even when it did it was incredibly dim. 

"This room is like something out of a goddamn horror movie," Mike said.

Will watched a spider run from the wall into a small vent on the floor and shuddered. Mike drew back the shower curtain in a swift motion.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Will said as Mike groaned. The ceramic tub was streaked with rust stains and a layer of green grime sat on the bottom.

“So much for sleeping in there,” Mike grumbled.

"Not like you'd fit anyway," Will added.

They exited the bathroom to find Argyle already passed out on one side of the bed and Jonathan sitting at the small desk with his head in his hands.

“Seriously, he just decided he gets the bed?” Mike asked, nudging Argyle’s leg not particularly gently, though Argyle didn’t stir.

“Well, I think we’re gonna have to share,” Jonathan said reluctantly.

“All of us?” Will asked, affronted.

“Well, yeah,” Jonathan said with a shrug, “It’s a big bed.”

“Not big enough for four!” Mike said.

“Okay, well you do whatever you want, Mike. I’m fucking tired,” Jonathan said, climbing into the bed on top of the duvet and settling in close to Argyle, leaving room on the other side of him.

Mike scoffed. “This is insane.”

Will frowned. “Yeah. It is,” he paused, “But I need sleep.”

Will ignored Mike’s disbelief as he got in bed next to his brother, leaving a very small space that Mike could squeeze into if he wanted.

Mike shook his head. “This is crazy,” he said, sitting in the small wooden desk chair, “I’ll just fucking sleep here.”

���Suit yourself,” Jonathan mumbled, “Can you hit the lights?”

Mike huffed and got up to flick the lights off. Once he did, the room was illuminated only by the moonlight coming through the window. Mike didn’t wait for his eyes to adjust and stumbled a little walking back to the chair.

“Shit,” he hissed, and slumped back into the chair, leaning his upper body on the desk and trying to get comfortable.

After fifteen minutes or so of silence, save for the cheap AC periodically kicking on with a rattling sound, Will was actually starting to drift off. That was until he felt someone standing above him and jolted awake.

“Mike?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Mike said at full volume, “Uh, can you scoot over?”

Will was on his back, and he wiggled slightly closer to his brother, who was on his side with his back turned to him. “Sorry, that’s as far as I can go.”

Mike nodded and crawled into the bed, also lying on his back, his shoulder pressed snugly against Will’s. It was a little pathetic, how Will’s pulse picked up at that.

“Is your brother spooning Argyle?” Mike asked after a moment.

“This is what it looks like to be secure in your manhood, little dude,” Argyle answered serenely.

“I thought you were asleep,” Mike said.

“Well it’s a little hard to stay asleep when you won’t stop talking,” Jonathan piped up.

“It’s a little hard to sleep in a dingy motel bed with three other guys!” Mike retorted.

“Shhh,” Argyle said, “Just snuggle up to baby Byers and let the Sandman sprinkle his magical sleepy sand, my guy.”

Will was grateful that it was too dark for anyone to see the way his face went bright red at that.

“What?” Mike squeaked, “I’m not gonna cuddle up to Will, that’s–”

“Mike,” Jonathan interjected harshly, “Please shut up. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Mike huffed. Will guessed that Jonathan’s clipped tone wasn’t just because he was annoyed about being kept awake, and he didn’t know whether to feel thankful or pathetic.

Suddenly, something occurred to Will.

“Hey, Jonathan?” Will asked.

“Yeah, buddy?” Jonathan answered.

“Why don’t two of us just sleep in the van?”

There was a moment of silence before Jonathan burst out laughing. “That’s a good fucking question.”

Mike sat up immediately, “Will and I will go,” he said quickly.

Will felt his face heat up again, which was so fucking stupid, because obviously Mike would want to sleep with him over Jonathan or Argyle.

“Sure, fine,” Jonathan said, “Keys are on the desk.”

They made Argyle and Jonathan relinquish the duvet from the bed and Will followed Mike out to the parking lot. They spread the blanket out on the floor of the van, and Mike climbed in first with Will following.

Will slid the door shut, and Mike was already getting settled.

“Tired as shit,” Mike muttered, turning his back to Will.

“Yeah,” Will agreed quietly. He didn’t lie down immediately. 

“You okay?” Mike asked, though he wasn’t facing him.

“Fine,” Will said, and laid down to prevent any further questions. There was more room to spread out in the van than there had been in the crowded bed, so he and Mike weren’t touching like they had been before. Will mourned the loss of Mike’s arm pressed solidly against his.

“You sure?” Mike asked through a yawn.

“I’m sure,” Will responded.

Unexpectedly, Mike flipped over to face Will. Will’s breath hitched.

“Sorry if I was weird,” Mike murmured. 

“What?” Will asked.

“When Argyle was talking about us… cuddling or whatever. Sorry if I seemed weird, or like… defensive.”

“I didn’t think you were defensive,” Will said, “I thought you were grossed out.”

Mike huffed a laugh. “I wasn’t grossed out. Not by you.”

“Oh,” Will said.

“Can I–” Mike started to ask but cut himself off.

“Yeah,” Will answered without thinking. His cheeks tinged pink once he realized how eagerly he’d agreed to something Mike hadn’t even asked.

“You’re sure?” Mike asked.

Will nodded, still not knowing exactly what to expect.

Mike inched closer, until they were pressed together like they’d been on the bed. Will held his breath. What was Mike doing? And why?

“I think,” Mike said, "I might sleep better this way.”

“Okay,” Will responded quietly, not trusting his voice at anything above a whisper.

It didn’t take long for Mike’s presence and his warmth to lull Will to sleep, not to mention how ridiculously exhausted they both were. Now wasn't the time to question things or to have a crisis about the feeling of Mike's skin on his.

Next thing Will knew, the van door was being slid open and sunlight was pouring into the van. He cracked his eyes open and squinted up at Jonathan and Argyle, standing above him outside the door. The next thing he registered was arms wrapped firmly around him, soft breaths on his neck, and hair tickling his jaw. Before he could even start to process that, Mike jolted awake and rolled off of Will with wide eyes, staring at Jonathan and Argyle.

Jonathan’s expression was unreadable, but Argyle shot Mike a thumbs up.

Mike’s face was bright red as he met Will’s eyes. Will gave him a reassuring smile, hoping that wasn’t too incriminating. Maybe he was supposed to act repulsed, or laugh it off and punch Mike’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure, but he did know that he didn’t want Mike to feel embarrassed.

To Will’s surprise, Mike smiled back. “How did you sleep?” he asked Will.

“Really well, actually,” Will answered honestly.

“Yeah, me too,” Mike said, the soft smile not leaving his face.

“Cool,” Will said.

“Cool, Mike repeated.

Will wasn’t really sure what to make of it. He tried not to overthink. He and Mike were okay, and that was all that mattered.