#Literally curse my oversensitive hearing

[realwizardshit]

god i hope i am able to get a House someday. I hate the sound of people living on a floor above me so fucking much. I hate being able to hear shoes being dropped and boards creaking and recliners and garbage disposals and sinks and doors

[hardstraykidshours]

Changbin and Minho spits in da pussy *cof cof* 🤭

okay, but bestie...this idea? 👀👀 holy shit, i absolutely loved it. like oh my god. the speed with which i wrote this once inspiration struck was literally insane.

i wasn't sure if you were asking for both of them at the same time or individual fics, but per our guidelines, we currently don't write multi-member stuff, so i just wrote you two separate fics, one for each. i really hope you like them!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: changbin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 745

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, spitting (in da pussy), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight name calling, praise, cream pie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: it was going to be complicated to put both fics in the same answer because of warnings and tags and such, so this is the changbin one. if you want to read the minho one, click here.

“fuck, you take me so good, baby,” changbin groans as he fucks you from behind, shoving you further into the mattress with each thrust. 

you try to respond, but you choke on the words when he presses down slightly on your lower back to tilt your hips further, changing the angle, so you suddenly feel him so much deeper. a strangled moan leaves you as you bury your face into the pillow, fists gripping the sheets next to it so hard your knuckles turn white. 

he keeps a relentless pace, fucking you fast and hard, his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you perfectly with every movement. one of his hands slides up the length of your back, and his fingers tangle tightly into your hair, pulling your head up from the pillow and tipping it slightly.

“there, that’s better. i want to see your face when i make you cum.” 

his other hand quickly snakes around your hip and finds your clit, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. the added sensation is too much, and it takes less than a minute before you unravel, your pussy violently squeezing his cock as release barrels through you. pure, white hot pleasure courses through your veins, and an endless stream of incoherent curses and moans pour from your lips.

suddenly he pulls out, and your cry of pleasure morphs into a whine at the sudden loss of contact mid-orgasm. 

you don’t even have time to form an actual complaint before you feel his hands come up to grab your ass. his hands pull, spreading you slightly, so he can watch the way you clench around nothing as you ride out the tail end of your orgasm. 

“mmm, so pretty,” he murmurs while leaning in closer. for a moment he doesn’t say anything else, but then you hear him spit. 

you jolt slightly when you feel it hit your pussy, splattering across your now oversensitive clit and causing shockwaves to ripple through your core. the combination of the sound and the intense sensation overwhelms you, sending a bolt of pure heat through your veins. you feel yourself getting even wetter, both from his saliva and from the fresh arousal burning through you. 

“oh, you like that do you?” he asks, noticing your reaction. he leans in again, so close you can feel his breath brush against your folds and your body tenses in anticipation. you jolt even more than the first time when he spits on you again, and you hear him chuckle darkly. “that’s my good, filthy girl.”

you feel some of your wetness start to drip down the inside of your thigh and changbin uses his thumb to collect it before swiping it up through your folds and running it across your clit. he slowly circles you for a moment, mixing his spit and your juices together, drawing out a few more aftershocks from you.

“yes, so very pretty.”

another moment of silence falls across the room with only the sound of your breathing filling it before you feel his hands slide back to your hips. you barely have a moment of warning before he fills you once more. a loud moan escapes you as the entire experience is now heightened by your recent orgasm and extra sensitive pussy. he quickly resumes his earlier pace, pulling out almost completely with every thrust before slamming all the way to the hilt again.

it doesn’t take much of this relentless fucking before his hips start to stutter, and grunts and groans flow freely from his throat. his hand fumbles as he reaches around you once more, desperate to make you fall apart with him. with the overwhelming feeling of him deeply fucking your oversensitive pussy, all it takes is a few flicks of his thumb and a light pinch to your clit, and you're cumming again, only seconds before you feel his cock start to pulse inside of you. 

he pushes you further into the mattress as he cums, fitting your hips as close together as he possibly can like he’s trying to mold your two bodies into one. he stops moving as release flows through him, instead letting the pulsing of your walls draw every ounce of pleasure from his cock. 

after you both come down from your highs, several moments pass with the two of you still fused together before he finally pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to you. wrapping his arms around you, he drags you into his chest, peppering a few soft kisses along your hairline before you both drift off to sleep.

[suna-reversed]

“Welcome back home Satoru”

Gojo Satoru x female reader NSFW! headcanon-

(tags/warnings)- oral sex (receiving), fingering, consensual somnophilia, blindfold kink?

- So we all know of the hc that Gojo would totally pull down his blindfold to gaze at his s/o when they’re sleeping or in any situation where they are not aware of his presence.

- But imagine Gojo coming back from a particularly stressful mission one night, only to find you sleeping in his bed clad in nothing but one of his black shirts, one of your leg propped over a pillow

- Pulling down his blindfold, he let himself admire your sleeping form, the moonlight from the windows reflecting off the curve where your neck met your shoulder

- He’ll let out a content sigh before remembering the sinister pictures you had sent him last night

- He knew you hadn’t meant to leave him hanging, you’d just felt a little too needy in the moment but were too tired after work to get back to your ever eager boyfriend

- Still, the thought of you in those black thigh highs, and the same shirt that you now slept in bunched up against your waist to give him a peek of your breasts, caused a significant bulge to form in his pants

- He walked towards the edge of the bed, a slight groan leaving his mouth as he got a glimpse of your bare mound between your legs

- He palmed himself over his pants with one hand while completely taking off his blindfold with the other as a sinful idea popped into his mind

- Slowly lowering himself onto the bed in between your legs, he lightly traced up the side of your thigh while also pulling up your shirt along with it

- He knew you were a deep sleeper and he liked the idea of indulging in you and having you all to himself literally for a bit before he properly woke you up

- He slowly inches up further, lifting your head ever so gently before sliding his blindfold right over your still closed eyes

- His other hand seems to have found its way under the shirt, rolling one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger.

-Giving the same treatment to your other nipple, he slowly makes his way down back in between your legs, softly nipping at the apex of your right thigh

- he hears a soft moan slip past your lips and he stills before he realises you’re still in deep slumber

- spreading your legs further apart, he finds what he was sure were the remnants of an orgasm right before you had gone to sleep

- leaning forward, he slowly spreads your wetness across your clit with his index and middle finger

- parting your folds with his tongue, he lightly groans as the taste of you fills his senses, before fully diving in to lick and suck on your clit

-Another loud moan escapes your mouth and he grazes his teeth against your clit as he feels you waking up

- Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you realise that you’re still enclosed in darkness, the unknown presence between your legs immediately snapping you out of your half dazed pleasure dream as you try to jolt away from the hands pinning your hips down

- “shh it’s just me sweetheart” Gojo says while rubbing soft circles into your thigh with his thumb

- your body instinctively relaxes at the deep voice of your lover. Your hands go up to remove what seemed to be his blindfold over your eyes but before you can do that, he pulls both your hands down with his, trapping your wrists in one hand and putting your arms up against the headboard

- “behave pretty girl, hold onto the headboard for me will you ? Gonna make you feel real good with my tongue and fingers before I fill you up with my cock.”

- that was all the warning you got before he was putting one of your thighs over his shoulder and diving back in like a man starved, eventually adding two fingers that pumped in and out of you in sync with his tongue swirling around your tender bundle of nerves

- already sensitive from your orgasm before, it didn’t take too long for you to come undone on his tongue, the blindfold heightening the sensations of his tongue lapping against your cunt by a tenfold, and your back arching into the mattress as you let a loud incoherent string of moans and curses fall from your lips

- even as you quivered coming down from your orgasm, Gojo slowly continued his onslaught on your oversensitive nub, making sure to get every last drop of you.

- pulling himself up to your face, he lifted the edge of the blindfold, one of your eyes peeking out from under as you gave him a lazy smile and tilted your head up to meet his lips halfway

- “welcome back home Satoru”

[bandersnatchmywigho]

Henry Cavill Imagine - In the Night

A/N: I originally intended this to just be a fluff, but it evolved into something more

Summary: Henry has to pull you away from your hours of gaming on his new PC.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Requested: No

Word count: 1,927 words

Warnings: Strong language, unprotected sex, and Arthur Morgan

You were sat at Henry’s computer, deeply focused on the game in front of you. You were hunched over in his chair, not resting your back on the backing or your feet on the floor. You quite literally looked like Sméagol, but you were too distracted to pay attention to your shitty posture. Arthur Morgan galloped away on his horse on the screen in front of you, a bounty tied to the back of his horse. You were just about to turn the bounty in when you felt an embrace from behind and someone’s lips kissing your neck.

“Fuck!” You yelled, dropping your controller and headphones in the process. Your heart pounded against your chest and blood rushed to your ears. Your hand clutched your rapidly moving chest and your feet were back on the floor. You took a second to collect yourself before turning to the laughing person behind you. 

Henry was keeled over in laughter and pointing at you. “That’s not funny, Henry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you complained, folding your arms. He wiped the tears from his eyes before standing up from his crouched position on the floor. He continued to silently laugh for a bit while leaning over to console you by kissing you on the forehead.

“C’mon, baby. It’s time to go to bed. It’s almost 2 am,” he said. You yawned in response and earned another chuckle out of him.

You sighed in defeat as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes: “Yeah, I guess so.” You turned back to the computer and exited out of the game before shutting the computer down. You stared at the black screen in resignation for a bit before he nudged you to get up. Spinning around in the chair, you lifted up your arms, motioning for him to pick you up.

“Are you serious?” He looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Pleaseeeeeee,” you pleaded. He thought to himself for a few seconds before scooping you up bridal style. You screeched in delight and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him all over his face, his neck, his lips and snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. A laugh came from deep within his chest as he continued walking towards the bedroom. He gently laid you on your side and pulled the blanket out from under you before joining you underneath it.

You both assumed your usual sleeping positions: him laying on his back with one arm around you and you laying across his chest and tangling your legs with his.

“Hmm this is nice,” you hummed. He gently stroked your hair to which you moaned a bit. His grip tightened and he dug his nails a bit deeper with the next stroke. You moaned louder this time, your ulterior motives becoming more clear.

You turned in his arms and moved forward to meet his lips. He gladly kissed back as you pressed your face into his. It was gentle kissing at first, mostly testing the waters until he slipped his tongue into your mouth. As you fought to dominate the kiss again, the long forgotten grip on your hair returned and pulled your head back. You gasped in response and looked down at him through bleary eyes. His eyes were dark and lips were swollen.

“Get on your back,” he instructed. You obliged as he assumed his position over you, straddling your legs between his. He dipped down and continued to kiss you with the same fervor as before.

“Henry,” you moaned into his mouth and he moaned back. He broke away to kiss down your jaw and neck. Wet kisses littered your throat and clavicle as he continued his pursuit down your body. His hands were everywhere at once before finding their place at the hem of your shirt. He slowly lifted it up, urging you to take it off. You lifted your head and arms to remove it before tossing the shirt somewhere in the darkness of the bedroom. He stood up for a second to remove his before returning to your body.

You reach behind yourself to unclip your bra and were met with an onslaught of kisses and nips as soon as your breasts were freed. Your hand shot up to the back of his neck and pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck. Henry nipped and sucked at your left breast while fondling and pinching the other. He did this for a while before switching and paying the same amount of love and attention to your right one.

“Fuck, why are you so good at that?” You gasped. He laughed darkly and started moving further down your body. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. You suddenly realized how exposed you now were and attempted to close your legs in embarrassment.

“No no, don’t do that, baby. Let me see you,” Henry said, opening your legs again. Wetness dripped down your pussy and you felt it pulsating with heat and desire. He nudged your legs wider before dipped his head down to face it. You looked up to the ceiling and shuddered as he withheld himself from indulging so quickly. All you could feel was the breath from his mouth fanning rhythmically on you. You arched your back in an attempt to move closer to his mouth, but all you got was a heavy arm placed over your hips, pinning you down to the mattress.

“You didn’t think I was gonna give it to you that easy, huh? I’m just gonna sit here and watch you squirm until you say what you want me to do,” He teased.

You whined in response, but refused to concede. You weren’t going to beg.

“C’mon pretty girl. Just say the words and I’ll do anything you want me to. Say it. Say ‘Henry, I want you to lick my pussy and make me feel good.’”

You scoffed and folded your arms, but inside, your brain was screaming at you to just say it. Get over your pride and give in.

You must have waited a while because, all of the sudden, Henry was moving away from you.

“No no no, don’t leave! I’ll say it. I’ll say it,” you reacted. He looked you directly in the eyes and patiently waited. Your confidence diminished immediately at the intense eye contact you two shared and you found yourself right back where you started.

“Fuck,” you quietly cursed to yourself, looking away. Henry said nothing and made no movement otherwise. A few beats. “Ummmmm… HenryIwantyoutolickmypussyandmakemefeelgood,” you said through your teeth. Your eyes roamed the room and looked at everything instead of him.

“Huh? What was that? I didn’t hear you,” He said, putting his hand up to his ear. You scoffed again and repeated it in the same exact manner. Henry turned your face towards his: “Say it again and look me in the eyes when you do.”

You gulped.  “Henry, I want you to lick my pussy and make me feel good.” 

“Fuck, that’s all you had to say,” he groaned before quickly assuming his position from before. You had no time to reply before you felt his slick tongue slide achingly slow up your pussy. You were paralyzed with pleasure and let out a loud moan. He swirled his tongue around your clit and gently massaged it. Your legs shuddered and your hand found its place back on the nape of his neck. You guided his head where you wanted it.

His tongue was all over you. At some point he had added his fingers, but you were too preoccupied with the bliss he was bringing you to notice. It was all too much at once. His mouth. His fingers. His slick tongue. All of it bringing you to a peak.

“Henry, I’m gonna come,” you said frantically. His unrelenting motions continued and without fail, you came all over his tongue. The pleasure was blinding white as he drew more and more out of you. Your legs shook and your back arched off the bed. You moaned his name over and over. Eventually you pulled his head off of you as you become oversensitive. He had a big smile on his face, but you wiped it off with a kiss, tasting yourself on him.

You reached down to cradle his hard-on through his sweatpants and he moaned into your mouth. You continued to grope him: “I want you to take these off for me.” The previous embarrassment you felt shed off like skin from a snake.

“Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he responded gleefully. You stared down as he removed his pants and boxers to see him rock hard. He kicked the ends off his feet before returning to you, stroking his dick and spreading his precum down the shaft. Thank God I’m on birth control, you thought to yourself. He was well-endowed.

You moaned as he slowly dragged the head of his cock through your wetness. He gently teased your clit for a couple seconds before moving down to your entrance. “You ready?” He asked.

“Yes,” you stated desperately. He slowly pushed in and you both groaned in unison. “Fuck, Henry. You’re so fucking big.”

Henry kissed you in response and pushed until his pelvis met yours. With his dick now fully sheathed within you, he slowly pulled out before slowly pushing back in. He slowly found a rhythm that had you both moaning messes. He ground his hips into yours as you clenched to meet him. He stuttered a bit before saying “Fuck, don’t do that, baby.”

You giggled before he hit a spot in you that had you seeing stars. You moaned his name and he took that as his cue to keep aiming there. Your back arched and made the pleasure even more unbearable. Searing hot pleasure starting coursing through your veins from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Your eyes went completely black and you couldn’t distinguish where Henry began and you ended.

“Oh fuck you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he laughed at your state. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you impossibly closer towards him. Nothing could slip past the little distance left between your bodies. You were molded together like clay. He continued his strokes and you found that coil deep within you finally snapping. You moaned loudly as pleasure overcame you and Henry swallowed those moans with a deep, passionate kiss. You became putty in his arms as he chased his high right after you. His movements sped up and your body involuntarily clenched around him, speeding up the process for him. He came with a gasp and his seed filled your insides. You leaned up to kiss him again and he returned it. After a few kisses here and there, he finally pulled out and dropped down to the bed next to you.

“You did so good, Henry,” you cooed as he kissed the top of your head. “You too, Y/N.”

He untangled himself from your arms to stand up and search for a warm washcloth. When he returned, he cleaned you up first and then himself before rejoining you in the bed.

“Okay, now it’s really time for bed,” he stated, indicating the clock that glowed with the time 3:12 am. “Oh fuck,” you laughed.

“‘Oh fuck’ is right. It’s time to go to sleep. Good night,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

“Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.”

Henry Cavill tags: @seriouslygoodlookinggents @stephartrave​ @icygurl56​

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Can I request something for tmt? a one shot tho nothing too long I just love tmt jisung he’s my ideal type 🤧😂

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han Jisung

Genre: Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: Smut and Language

There were two Jisung’s in my book.

The sweet, adoring version of him that I loved who brought me flowers from the store, or who spent long hours staying up with me late into the night to talk about whatever happened to cross our minds.

Then, there was the Jisung who called himself J.One.

The rapper version of him who commanded the stage with an intoxicating charisma, who winked and rolled his eyes as he moved with Chan and Changbin, gesturing to the crowd and ad-libbing into the microphone in unexpected bursts of energy.

He was impossible to resist, but he was all mine. And I had never felt so lucky in my entire life. Despite our rough start, I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything in the world, and I had become a mainstay at his concerts.

Tonight’s performance ended with their new song, the one that was rapidly rising in the ranks on SoundCloud and garnering more YouTube videos than the average Among Us collaboration. I could tell that the crowd loved it, cheering and screaming even louder once the familiar bass dropped over the speakers. 

In these moments, it was easy to see why Jisung was so enamored with this world of underground music and late-night clubs and bars. 

“The one in the middle,” a girl yelled into my ear. “He’s really good!”

She was referring to Changbin and I forced myself to nod. “Yeah, he’s alright.”

As long as you don’t let him seduce you, I wanted to add, but perhaps it was better for the group’s image if I didn’t go into long-winded detail concerning Changbin’s exploits. Chan was no better, but at least he had the decency to feel bad and apologize. It made it easier to see him whenever I visited Jisung at their studio.

Changbin on the other hand? Well, he was still inclined to send me flirty looks and whisper rather inappropriate things that I doubt Jisung would want to hear. But that was an argument for another time.

Tonight was all about Jisung, and I could tell that the girl sitting next to me and her posh group of friends were shocked when Jisung and the rest of his group made their way over to me.

“Baby,” Jisung purred when he was close enough, sliding an arm around my waist before bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

It was enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and I pulled away to send a knowing look in the direction of the girls who were watching us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “You were amazing!” I told Jisung, offering a friendly nod to Chan and Changbin who were already busy scoping out their exploits for the night.

“I feel amazing,” Jisung admitted, and then his mouth was next to my ear. “They gave me my own backstage room. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” I said, grinning because I knew that Jisung’s intentions extended far beyond merely asking me to admire his dressing room. 

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and waving off Chan and Changbin who weren’t even cognizant that their third wheel was leaving with his girlfriend. Hopefully, to screw her brains out because I desperately needed it.

“Your new song was really popular,” I remarked casually as Jisung weaved us in and out of the crowd.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “We spent weeks working on it. I think Chan was ready to call it quits at one point.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, feeling myself grow more excited as we disappeared behind the curtain partitioning off the rest of the grimy bar.

It was much less crowded in the back, and Jisung’s hand was already squeezing at my ass as he turned the knob on the door labeled with his name written in bright colors on a slab of wood.

But once we were inside, Jisung ensured that the door was locked before pressing me back against it, reclaiming my lips with desperation. “Slow down, baby,” I gasped between kisses, feeling my way down Jisung’s shirt to palm the tight bulge over his gold-colored pants.

They were skin tight on his lithe frame, and I knew that his erection was straining against the tight material. “Can I fuck you, baby?” Jisung asked, and I smiled the familiar shyness in his eyes, listening to him whimper as I continued to add more pressure against his cock.

“How can I say no to you?” I asked, loving that he was still inclined to act the part of the well-mannered boy who used to follow me around with discreet looks aimed in my direction.

“There’s a condom in my bag,” he said, reluctantly moving away to locate his stuff piled high against one of the chairs.

In the meantime, I wandered over to the stuffy gray couch tucked away in the corner, ignoring the smell as I hitched up my dress before bending over the back. “Sungie?”

“Yeah, ba-” he broke off with a stuttered moan, taking in the sight of me bent over for him just the way he liked. “Y/N,” he whispered, eliminating the space between us with three measured steps before his hands were tugging down my panties and squeezing the soft flesh of my ass. “So beautiful,” he said, and I shivered at the sound of him undoing his belt, pushing down his jeans to mid-thigh along with his boxers. 

“Are you ready?” I asked, reaching back to press two fingers into the gaping mess of my pussy, clenching and unclenching as I stretched myself out for him.

I was already wet just from hearing Jisung’s voice alone, admiring him dancing across the stage and, at one point, grinding against the floor.

Jisung groaned in reply to my question, ripping open the condom to tug it over himself. The motion was well-rehearsed at this point, even though he had fumbled the rubber a couple of times during the early part of our relationship. But we fit together like two essentials parts of a machine, and I almost knew his body as well as my own.

“I’ve got you,” Jisung said, pulling me out of my thoughts when he rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance to my wet cunt.

“Please,” I practically begged him, and Jisung knew better than to tease me for longer than was necessary with our foreplay, and he was sliding home with a long, languid thrust of his hips that had me accommodating the size of his erection as my walls held to him tight. “You’ve got to give me more than that, Jisung!”

“More?” Jisung repeated, sounding a little more confident as he placed both hands on my hips. 

I nearly screamed when he started a frantic pace, fucking his cock in and out with perfectly timed thrust of his hips, rolling against my ass with every stroke. I could feel each drag of his erection, filling me so well, to the point where it felt like I could already burst from the friction rapidly building inside of me.

I clenched my hands tighter around the cushions in front of me, closing my eyes as my clit brushed against the rough texture of the couch with every penetration. He was stimulating every part of me, hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle, hitching one of my legs further up around his waist so that he could keep going, faster and faster until I started to grow light-headed from the pleasure.

“I’m close, Jisung,” I warned him, clenching down harder around him to ensure that he felt as much pleasure as I did.

His resounding moan was more than enough confirmation that Jisung was feeling every inch of me, and I could just imagine the look on his face: the concentrated scrunch of his nose and the thin bead of sweat that pooled atop his upper lip.

There was always something riveting about Jisung when he was fucking me, head tossed back and neck exposed. He always liked to watch the place where his cock was stuck inside, using his fingers to feel just how close were in those moments. Sometimes, he might stick his finger in alongside his erection, and that was enough to make me feel even fuller, like I could literally mold myself to him. 

The mental image alone was enough to stoke the flames licking at my loins, and I could feel my impending orgasm growing stronger by the minute, especially in conjunction with the loud squelching sounds of his cock hitting me between his rough grunts. 

It was dirty and obscene, and I tried not to think about the fact that anybody could walk by, including Chan and Changbin, and hear just how good Jisung was fucking me. 

But it was worth the risk, and there was nothing that could ever bring me closer to Jisung, practically feeling him touching my cervix with how deep he was reaching. Like he was determined to split me in half, using just his cock and fingers to completely break me down. 

I moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back into my head when Jisung suddenly wrenched back and slammed forward with a powerful thrust, forcing my back to arch even further as he gripped tighter to my ass. In response, I reached back behind me to catch Jisung’s hand, digging my nails into his palm as I suddenly erupted around him. Experiencing wave after wave of unmitigated desire as he fulfilled my deepest urges, grinding his cock against my ass as he moaned and whined in response. 

He rode me through my high carefully, sliding his cock gingerly between my pulsating walls, still chasing his own pleasure while remaining mindful of my oversensitivity. But I wanted to feel him cum more than anything, and I told him as much with an exaggerated moan that sent his hips stuttering twice against mine before I felt his release. Something warm and sticky, even though it was hard to appreciate the sensation with a thin layer of latex keeping him from leaking.

Still, I winced when Jisung pulled out, tossing the used condom into the trash as I reached back down for my panties to pull them back into place before falling onto the couch with a sigh. “Fuck,” Jisung cursed, using shaky hands to readjust himself, stuffing his spent cock back into his boxers and jeans. 

“Come here,” I said, holding out my arms and inviting him closer into my embrace, nuzzling at the thin layer of sweat building at the base of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne.

“So good for me,” Jisung said, turning around so that our noses brushed. “Did you like it?”

I smiled, wondering if there would ever come a day when Jisung didn’t question just how amazing he made me feel. “I always love it,” I told him sincerely, reaching out to push a wayward strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in close to whisper a kiss against the pucker of his addictive lips.

[pedropascallovebot]

shutting your eyes

The Mandalorian x Reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, oral sex, (fem recieving) handjobs, cursing

a/n: definitely not my first smut rodeo, but the first i’ve ever posted on tumblr. enjoy?? i hope???

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Din Djarin realizes his reputation has been tarnished when he rescued the kid from Nevarro. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t care that his girl won’t have a blindfold on when his face is buried deep between her legs.

Of course, he still upholds the Mandalorian values, and that’s why her eyes are closed. It’s hard to tell if they’ll stay closed at all times, but he’ll humor himself and decide it’s alright if she doesn’t because she’ll of only seen his hair, and that’s not technically his face, right?

They haven’t done much of anything this... venereal before. They’ve never labeled their relationship as anything but friends, before, but Din recalls a time when she put the kid to sleep and ran him a bath before he returned back to the ship from a job, and when he questioned her about it in the morning, she mumbled something about him “needing to relax a bit” before falling right back to sleep.

One time, he brushed her hair for her while she sat in-between his legs on the edge of his bed, when she injured her own hand. He recalls how nervous he’d been then, and present Din wants to knock some sense into past Din. His helmet is inches away from her heat, and he’s quick to realize he can’t do much to help her forget about the shit day she’s had with steel blocking his face. Holding a brush in his hands was much easier than cataloging through the ways he could get his mouth on her.

Suddenly, he pulls away slightly.

“Close your eyes, and keep them closed.”

Her first instinct is to do what he instructs, but she tenses up when the realization hits her on what exactly she’s about to do.

“Din-“

He glances up, and realizes her eyes are screwed tightly shut, and he leans over her face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and waits. It only takes all of about five seconds for her to frantically shake her head, and it’s the confirmation he needs to slowly discard his helmet right next to her. He does hesitate for a second, before barely ghosting his lips over her forehead, placing a small kiss there. He mutters for her to keep her eyes shut, no matter what, and he’s leaning down and yanking down her underwear.

He’s not sure exactly how this will make her day better, but he wants to try. And he wants to make her cum, obviously. He knows he thinks about it often when he’s in bed, hand wrapped around himself, thoughts plagued by things she did that day, or just how she’d look underneath him.

And now, he’s got her right where he’s always envisioned. Her hair is spread out against his pillow, and her hand is gripping his hair while the other one is digging into his sheets, and he doesn’t realize how good she tastes until he’s mumbling praises against her clit. There’s not a single ounce of him that is worried about a damn blindfold when he’s so engrossed in how her legs tighten when goes to slip a finger into her core.

“I could keep you like this all day, cyar'ika,” he groans, sucking a bit too harshly on her clit, and she cries out, hands desperate to find something else to grab onto when the bedsheets aren’t enough, and Din pins her wrist to the side. “You taste so fucking good.”

He lets his knuckles dig deeper into her pussy while he takes a look up at closed eyelids, and he sighs in relief before going back to his work. He slowly moves the hand previously holding hers up, up, up, until it’s lightly wrapped around her neck and he’s just barely squeezing. When he hears a moan, it hits Din that she likes that, she likes when he grabs her like that, and it drives him absolutely fucking insane, and he grasps her a bit tighter while still fucking her with his fingers and mouth.

He knows he’s painfully hard, but he doesn’t notice that he’s subconsciously thrusting against the ground, and it feels so incredible and he’s losing himself in it so fast that it can’t be more than a few minutes before his companion is whimpering underneath him, legs tensing up against his head.

“Din, I’m gonna-“ she barely gets to finish her sentence before she’s finishing in his mouth, eyes squeezed together harder than before. He doesn’t stop or slow down while her entire body vibrates from such intensity, and he pins her hips down to get a better angle to work her through her orgasm. She’s panting and shaking and he’s so drunk on how his she tastes and how wet she is that he doesn’t stop, even when she whines slightly, knees jerking shut.

“T-too much, fuck, it’s too much!” a hand goes to push his head away, but Din presses another kiss onto her clit, and continues to gently suck the oversensitive area. “I don’t know if I can do it-“

“One more.”

He’s peering up at her face, and there’s no sight of her eyes, just eyelashes against skin. Her chest moves up and down as she tries to catch her breath, and he catches the slight go-ahead nod she gives him. Din grips her thigh, and dives back in.

It doesn’t take much to send her off into a second orgasm, and the way she moans and gasps for air makes him almost cum in his pants. He feels her get slicker against his tongue, and he pushes her through the aftershocks until she’s clamping her legs shut and squirming away. Din bites down into her inner thigh before pulling away, then slowly pulls up her undergarments for her.

He leans over her to retrieve his helmet, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, pressing kisses into it and dreading the moment the freezing beskar is going to have to encase him in lonesome darkness again. To make matters worse, he’s still got a hard-on and he’s trying to not make it obvious that he’s trying not to press it into her leg.

“Don’t open your eyes just yet.”

Din pulls away completely, and slips the mask on over his head. Taking a breath, he taps lightly on the side of her eyes, signaling it was okay to look now. She opens them and adjusts to the view, smiling and reaching up to grab his-

He assumes the worst, but he doesn’t reach to stop her when he thinks she’s trying to take off her helmet.

“You had your chance to look,” he half-jokes, but he soon realizes the hand isn’t going for his face, and his breath catches in his throat when he realizes what she’s doing.

“Can I...” her voice trails off before she grabs the bulge in his pants, and Din can’t stop the groan that leaves his lips. “I want more of you.”

The girl that was a trembling mess underneath him less than two minutes ago now has a determined look in her eyes, and is undoing his armor, and Din barely has time to process before he’s gripping her hip tightly, voice almost breaking.

“I thought... I thought you couldn’t-“

And wouldn’t you fucking know, she’s got Din in the palm of her hand figuratively and literally, and she’s stroking him just right and he has to grab her wrist before she can make him cum within three seconds.

“Will you let me return the favor?” she whispers, and she sounds so innocent and before you know it, he’s gathering her in his arms and flipping them around so he doesn’t fall on top of her when she grabs him again. She squeaks when he’s gripping her hair with the hand that still doesn’t have a glove on, and she wastes no time with returning the favor.

He’s not sure he’s man enough to admit she had him lasting such a short time. He spills into her hand and she coats her thumb in the sticky mess, bringing it up to her lips- Din nearly has it in him to flip her over and start the entire cycle again. Instead, he slowly begins to recover from his own pleasure, and buttons up his pants. He then sits up, readjusting her on his lap so he can push some hair back from her face, his fingertips tracing over her jawline, slowly working their way to her lips.

Din basks in the quiet noises the ship makes, and the two stay like that for so long he almost doesn’t notice that his shipmate is fast asleep on top of him. His breath hitches, and he’s frozen in time until he reaches out to wrap an arm around her lower back, snuggling her deeper into his chest. He’s not sure why he’s this bold, but the way she snuggles closer in her sleep makes Din’s heart melt.

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Red...

Warnings: Bondage, prostitution, solicited sex, spanking, language, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Hint at Oral sex, unprotected sex (Female receiving), Anal, Edging, Hint of Orgasm control, I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3258

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader

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With a huff of breath, you blow your bangs out of your face that had fallen from your messy bun that was piled high on top of your head, and lean heavily against the light pole that was on the corner of the street, waiting on the bus to take you home after a twelve-hour shift. 

Your feet were tired, your back was sore, and you wanted nothing more than to fall into a bath with water as hot as you could stand it, and let it soak away all the stress of the day. 

As bad as you wanted it, that didn’t seem to be in the cards for you tonight.

You were just a waitress in one of the downtown restaurants on 6th street in Austin, Texas. A charity event that your restaurant was playing host for had put you working later than normal, and by extension, the clean up had gone on even longer than that. Long story short you had missed the bus that was supposed to bring you back to your apartment after work tonight. 

Now you were standing here, on the side of the road, late at night, waiting for the bus that wasn’t due for another 30 minutes.

The wind blew across your bare legs, and you silently cursed your boss for asking all of the waitresses to wear the stupid red cocktail dresses. You were just about to say ‘fuck it’, and take off walking towards home, having had about all of the cold night air that you could stand against the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Of course, tonight would be one of the coldest nights in Austin, Texas, that was just your luck.

Bending down you unsnap the straps of your heels, swinging the shoes from the straps on the end of your finger, determined that if you were going to walk home, you were not going to do it in those shoes, when he pulled up in a very nice looking black SUV with heavily tinted windows. Rolling down the driver's side window, his deep rumble rolled out of the car.

“How much?”

You should have been insulted, should have told him to fuck off, but there was something about his voice; deep, rough, yet smooth as honey, laced with a promise that burned deeper than any top-shelf whiskey you’d ever tasted. It was enticing and dangerous, all at the same time. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

This was a dangerous game, you knew that. 

All you could see of this mystery man from where you were standing was the outline of his silhouette, his ball cap that covered his head, the strong profile of his face in the dark SUV, and a muscular arm that was draped over the steering wheel lazily. 

The deep strum in his voice pulled you to the car window, against your better judgment, and you decided that you would play this dangerous game. What was life if you didn’t live a little?

You’d always lived a boring, vanilla life, one that you had almost nothing to show for, and honestly as down as you were feeling lately, even if he was a serial killer at this point you felt like you didn’t have a whole lot to lose, and you certainly didn’t feel like you’d be missed all that much.

“Depends,” you swing your hips as you made your way up to the car like you’d seen the whores do in movies before. “What do you have in mind?”

As soon as you stepped off the curb you noticed his wedding ring that was shining in the dim street light coming through his windshield. For a moment you almost stepped back, for just a second you started to do what you should have done in the beginning, and tell him to fuck off.

But there was just something about him. 

A deep throaty chuckle left him, bordering on sinister, and amused as he watched from his dark seat as you made your way to his car window. 

The dome light switched on just long enough for you to see the driver, and if you could have died right there on that curb, you would have. Sitting in the SUV in front of you, was none other than Jensen Ackles.

Switching it off he laughed in earnest at your shocked face. 

“How about three grand, and I keep you for the night?” 

You had to make a decision right there and then. 

Yes he thought you were nothing but a whore, yes he was married, yes this was just a one-night thing, but you did have bills that needed to be paid. Three thousand might get you a car good enough to buy you a ride dependable enough that you could get to work and back, and you were damn tired of riding the bus. Besides, sex with Jensen Ackles is something most people would give their right arm and a leg to do, so what the hell were you standing here debating for?

“Well?” he asked you, bringing you back to reality.

“Okay, Deal.” 

He gave you a smirk that would have made you melt if you didn’t have to keep this act up because if he found out you weren’t a prostitute the deal would be off, and you knew that.

“Get in,” he said, and you heard the automatic doors unlock as he rolled up the window. 

You walked around the car to get into the passenger side, your brain was screaming at you this was stupid, this was dangerous, that you should run away. This man was married, famous, and could be a total fucking nut job, but you also knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you knew he could definitely put his money where his mouth was, and you really could use that money.

Opening the door you climbed into the passenger side of the warm SUV. The first thing that hit you was the smell of his expensive cologne, and something that was just uniquely him. He shamelessly eyed you up and down, running his tongue across his lower lip before pulling it between his teeth as he eyed his purchase for the night.

A deep shiver involuntarily rolled through your body, down your spin, and landed deep in your core. If this was a mistake, it was going to be the best mistake of your life, and if he killed your tonight, with the promise that waited on those perfect, pink lips, you were pretty sure you’d die happy.

Throwing the car into drive, he drove the two of you to the Days Inn Hotel just outside of downtown Austin, bringing the car to a stop right in front of room 102. 

Looking you over he tilted his head to the side, licking those damn lips again, mischief promised in those sparkling green eyes that were quickly becoming lust blown. 

“Okay sweetheart, before we get started I’m gonna need you to sign that NDA in the console there. I can’t have you going around telling everyone about our little night together.” Jensen said, nodding toward the paper you hadn’t noticed sitting there before. 

Reaching out and grabbing the paper you looked over it briefly before signing it. It was the equivalent of a gag order. You could never talk about anything that happens between the two of you tonight, you could never tell anyone about what happened between the two of you while you were here, you couldn’t take pictures of Jensen, and you could never tell anyone anything that was discussed between you while you were together.

You shoved down the fear that ate a little at your subconscious, you watched silently as he tucked the paperwork into the door of his truck out of your sight. 

This is it, there was no going back now.

Leaning over to the passenger side the SUV his lips brushed over yours in a kiss softer than you expect it to be when he finally started to touch you, his hand slid up your inner thigh, stopping at your pantie line, calloused fingers trailing softly over the sensitive skin there. You inwardly thanked God that you had a thong on tonight, otherwise this may not have been very believable. 

I mean what prostitute worth their salt wore ‘sensible’ underwear on the job?

His tongue invaded your mouth, rolling over yours with ease before pulling back and smirking at you, opening his car door, going to the room that you would be using for the night, and unlocking it as you made your way to him. 

Swinging the door open Jensen let you inside the dark hotel room before locking the door behind you, then pinned your body against the wall with his. You could already feel his excitement growing in his tight jeans as his teeth grazed your neck before biting down hard on your pulse point.

A low moan falls from your lips, and your hands travel up to his broad shoulder. He just smirks as he lets your hands explore his body through his thin, black t-shirt.

“Safeword, baby girl? No reason why you shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I’m going to,” he asked you, his voice deeper, and more rugged than it was when he first pulled the car up next to you on the curb, and arousal was already pooling between your thighs at the sound of it. 

You had never been asked for a safeword before, and your heart rate quicked in your chest.

“Red?”

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One hour, and three orgasms later you found yourself tied to the bedpost with Jensen’s belt, your vision slowly coming back to you from your third earth-shattering orgasm of the night. 

You could hear Jensen moving around the bed, and felt the bed dip with his weight as he situated himself between your legs, running his hand up the oversensitive skin of your belly. It seemed like after the third orgasm everything, every part of you, was hypersensitive, and you couldn’t help the little whimpers that fell from your throat as his mouth latched onto your nipple again, swirling his tongue, teasing, nipping. 

He’d done things to you that you couldn’t even explain. He started by eating you out until you were literally screaming for him, begging him to let you cum, then he worked you over with just his fingers, the last time he’d made you cum undone by rimming you, nothing else, just the constant teasing of his warm tongue swirling around your tight hole, making you virtually cum untouched, all while being tied to the headboard, completely unable to move your arms.

You thought when men paid for sex it was all about them, but Jensen seemed to be enjoying the power he had over you, what he could do to your body. 

When he saw that you had fully come back to him he reached up and moved the hair away from your sweaty forehead so he could see you better. You could feel his thick length dripping precum down on your leg as the tip pressed against your inner thigh with each movement of his body.

Your pussy walls contract around nothing, begging for him to fill you up, wanting nothing more than to have him buried deep inside of you.

“How are we doing, baby girl? Do you want Daddy to stop? Are we still green? Such a good girl, taking what I give you without even so much as a whimper. Bet your gonna be able to take my dick so good, sweetheart, bet your deep as fuck.” 

His little praises sent if it were possible even more slick to your dripping cunt, making you whine needily underneath him, you were starting to wish he’d stop with the games, and just fuck you already. 

“Use your words, baby girl. You don’t want daddy to have to punish you do you?” 

You shake your head furiously, you didn’t know if you could handle any punishment. Your body had already been pushed to a limit it never had before, and you were bordering somewhere on being exhausted, and desperately needing more.

“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you begged him, knowing that’s what he wanted from you. Your voice is a moaning, whimpering mess that even you didn’t recognize, but at the sound of it his piercing green eyes went a whole shade darker. Lust taking over his hard features as his eyes drank you in

Jensen chuckled as he sucked yet another mark to the many that littered your neck and chest. 

“Hmm, how should Daddy fuck you?... Maybe I’ll leave you all tied up, pound into the mattress… Or … Maybe I’ll turn you loose, and make you ride me until I say stop? What do you think about that one, baby girl? You wanna go for a ride on Daddy?” 

He didn’t give you time to answer, reaching up he undid the belt, and helped you bring your arms down beside your body, massaging your shoulders a little, then your wrist to help with the pain of them being in one place so long.

You didn’t understand why even though he paid to use your body, he would still take time to do little things like that for you.

“I got a better idea,” he said, grabbing you suddenly without warning, and flipping you over onto your belly.

“Hands and Knees, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, so you hurried and did like he asked you, positioning yourself on your hands and knees in the center of the bed. 

You felt the bed dip with his wait as he got behind you, looking over your shoulder you see him stroking his massive cock with his left hand, his lust blown eyes wondering your backside that was still red, and stinging deliciously from the spanking he’d given you earlier. 

Without warning his right hand came down hard on your ass cheek, making a sound that was somewhere between a moan, and a scream escaping your throat. His hand rubbed the area before pulling away, soothing it some before bringing his hand down on the other cheek. 

He continued with his assault on your ass until you were a needy, moaning mess, you never knew you’d be so turned on by someone spanking you, but here you were, your own slick literally running down leg by the time he was done with you. Your ass now a brighter red as he licked those sinful lips, and admired his work. 

“Look at you, you're a mess.” he chuckled low in his throat. “All wet and needy, is that all for me baby girl?”

“Yes Daddy,” your voice was hoarse from screaming and moaning his name, and somehow that just turned you on even more. 

Lining his swollen tip up with your aching cunt he slid home with one sharp thrust of his hips, knocking the air completely out of your lungs with force as he bottomed out in you, your mouth opened in a soundless moan.

Jensen held himself still inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust. 

“I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt, and then I’m gonna fuck that tight little ass. Want daddy to cum in your ass baby girl? Feel you up with my cum? Make you my bitch?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was pounding into you with a punishing pace, your own dignity left long ago, you were a moaning, screaming mess underneath him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as the coil wound tight in your belly. Before you could even ask permission you were coming undone underneath him, your body was too exhausted to hold back, your velvet walls milking his throbbing length as he pounded into you, and you came with a scream. 

Using your juices that had exploded over his cock, and a little of his own saliva as lube Jensen pulled out of you quickly and lined himself up with your tight whole. You didn’t think he could do it, but he did, you didn’t think you could take him, but you did. His whole cock slid into your ass, filling you up in a way that you never had been before. 

Holding himself still again he grunted a little at how tight you were around him, you could feel him literally throbbing inside of you as he tried to hold back his own release, his balls tightening as they rested against your still red ass cheeks.

“Green?” he asked you, feeling how tight you were around him.

“Green,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly at first, he started pulling himself in and out of you, almost exiting your body before sinking back in fully, soon enough though he found his rhythm, and was pounding into you again. Each drag of his manhood in your tight ass makes you shake under him, pleasure you didn’t even know existed burning through your whole body. 

You should have been ashamed of the noises you were making, but you didn’t care. 

Jensen's hand reached around your bodies, finding your swollen, over-stimulated clit, and started rubbing in circles that matched the pace of his cock that was now pounding into you. Slipping two of his thick fingers inside your throbbing cunt, filling you up, even more, curling them inside you, hitting your G Spot perfectly with each drag of his long fingers. 

“I’m close sweetheart, come for me.” 

That was all it took and your body was jerking under him for the fifth time that night as his pace faltered, and his hot seed filled your ass until it was leaking down your legs, your vision momentarily went black and you knew nothing.

Slowly you started to come back to yourself, shock waves of pleasure still wracking through your pleasure over-stimulated, and wrecked body. 

Jensen had moved you to lay on your back, a warm rag in his hand, now cleaning up the mess between your legs, he had already cleaned up your legs, and ass while you were lost in pleasure. 

He noticed you moving as his astonishing green eyes that really had no color name looked at you softer than they had ever before in all the years you’d been married.

“There she is,” he said, his voice filled with love and affection as he threw the rag across the room, and laid down next to you, pulling your exhausted body against his strong chest, and his arms wrapping tightly around you, holding you, letting you know you were safe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, kissing your neck softly, and lacing his fingers with yours over your belly.

You hummed against him, still high from what he’d done to you.

“More than okay, that was amazing, Jay.”

Jensen chucked a little, kissing your lips softly. 

“Thanks for letting me do this sweetheart, I know it was a new thing for us, but I have always wanted to role play that, it’s something I’ve fantasized about a lot but was scared to tell you about.”

Reaching up you run your hands through his short, soft hair, earning a hum from him as he nuzzles his face against your neck.

“It was amazing Jay, I’m glad we tried that. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Jensen lay there playing with your hair as you made yourself comfortable against his chest.

“Happy anniversary, Jensen.”

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

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Sorry guys, I'm gonna vent Again, so if you don't want to read it just feel free to skip this post

Okay so basically we have a Gecko. Don't ask, that's another story for another time. My dad has grown fond of it, and I used to think he was cool until a specific day. On that say I fed him worms with a tweezer. When I picked them up, I could PHYSICALLY FEEL THEIR PAIN. I dont really know what happened there, but I physically felt their pain and i squeezed them. My dad said, "squeeze harder, do it by the head", and i tried it and i felt a jolt of pain... I told myself "you are just imagining the pain, its okay" but then when I looked back at the worm, squirming and struggling... I connected some dots in my brain and this hard realization came upon me, that I was causing this poor creature pain. I began to cry and my dad had to feed the gecko that day. Ever since then I havent interacted with the gecko because every time I do it freaks me out a bit. I dont really understand what happened that time but I want to forget about it before I go near the gecko again. I've been trying to get closer to him but I always freak out.

So today I was on my computer, right? Drinking a tea. Trying to feel peaceful. Then all of a sudden my dad is there, all happy with the gecko, and I go "oh hi!!!" Because I am under the impression that the gecko will stay ON HIS HAND. Of course I'm wrong. My dad encourages him to go onto the table to see me. I EXPECT the gecko to walk onto the table and towards me, but TO MY SURPRSISE, the gecko basically jumpscares me by suddenly jumping from his hand onto and nearby watterbottle. I jump a bit, startled, and I spill tea all over my computer, the table, and my sleeve. As I'm processing what happened I'm overtaken by fear and I begin to cry.

Of course I'm fine and I'm just overreacting, but I was scared. I wasnt hurt, my computer mousepad barely works now but I wasnt hurt. So why was I so scared of a little gecko? I dont know. So I'm crying and trying to clean up the mess of tea everywhere and my dad is mad at me for spilling my tea and he asks why I did that and I tell him that I was scared since it jumped so suddenly, yknow I wasnt expecting it. I dont remeber his exact words but it was soemthing about me being 15, like "oh well since you're 15 now you should grow the fuck up" basically. Then he left. Like???? I am literally trying to get my breathing back to a normal pace because I'm SCARED, I was just JUMPSCARED, and you get MAD AT ME??? YOUR CHILD IS FUCKING SCARED AND YOU JUST LEAVE THEM?? the whole time I was cleaning I could hear him in the other room talking to the gecko, all carefree and happy... while I did my best not to cry. Damn okay. It almost made me feel like I was below human.

Usually this wouldnt be such a big fucking deal, but I'm an emotional person. And also I notice that,,, whenever my sister is scared they lunge at the chance to help her feel safe again. It's like they hate me specifically.

I know I'm making a big deal out of something that is really not a big deal. Really all that happened was a little gecko jumped and I got scared. I'm overdoing it. But that's just how I am now. I really don't want to believe that I'm broken or anything, but fuck i think i genuinely am messed up if stupid shit like this makes me freak out... reminder that this all began with EMPATHIZING WITH A FUCKING MEALWORM. I'm jsut so fucking broken. And in the moments I was left alone to console myself as quietly as possible so as not to make anyone angry, I felt my body become possessed with another soul.

This happens sometimes, where I will sorta have the mindset of a child. I force it sometimes to cope, but other times it happens on it's own whenever I feel unloved or otherwise bad like this. I'm not too sure if this is a normal thing. But I describe it as possession. The fact that that event made me get possessed is kinda a big deal. Usually that only happens at REALLY BAD THINGS.

But this wasn't really bad... I'm just being sensitive and overdoing it.

Honestly my parents are right... I really do need to grow up. But I think I have something wrong with me, with my brain, because there are just so many things about this story that are so... wrong. Like, what sort of person freaks out and cries for an hour because they got jumpscared? What sort of person then has their body SWITCH SOULS because they feel like their parents dont love them? WHAT SORT OF PERSON EMPATHIZES WITH A WORM??? it's all so weird. Like, who knows, maybe my parents arent that bad, maybe I'm just like... weird. I'm totally overdoing this. I'm totally overdoing this. I'm making such a big deal out of it... but I cant help it. That's just my emotions.

Shit, I should really get a therapist. All the ones I've been to so far tell me my emotional reactions are totally normal but THIS DOESNT SEEM FUCKING NORMAL TO ME. I've overreacted to shit my whole life. It's not. Helpful.

On another note, I notice that my crying doesnt induce a "concern" reaction in my father. It induces an "anger" reaction. They arent bad people, I just... I'm beginning to think they really fucking hate me.

They have all the reaosn to, but a lot of those reasons are things that couldve been fixed early on if the adults around me cared about my feelings enough to try to sort them out. It's been fifteen years and now I'm fucked up. Irreversible. Just. So.. so fuckinf damaged. I dont think I'll ever be normal. And I hate ft. But it cant happen.

Soemtimes I think it was a bad idea to choose to live after the party. It was the perfect time to die and I told myself no, dont do it. It was... perfect. Calling to me. I think it was my destiny to die that day. I think that now I am cursed since I dodged my destiny.

I try not to think that way. I tell myself that I am going to change so much. I tell myself that my passion will be my strength. But the way my life is going, it really doesnt feel like I will become anything good.

I'm failing my classes. They KNOW about my soul shifting. I cry too much. All I ever do is draw STUPID FUCKING DRAWINGS and play STUPID FUCKING MUSIC and play fashion designer in my room stitching things up... fucking hell. They're right to hate me. I'm a failure. But they're also wrong to hate me. A lot of the things they dont like about me are things that are THEIR FAULT.

Man, I dont even know what to think anymore. All I really ever wanted was their love. But it's impossible for me to get it now, so I should just forget about it. I cant though. It plagues me. The thought that they hate me. It hurts me. And when its confirmed to me... i'm sorry. All I ever do is complain about the most mundane bullshit ever. My parents are proabbly actually good people I'm just overdoing it because I'm I'm proabbly mentally ill or soemthing. And I'm a failure anyways so I cant fucking blame them for not liking me that much anwyays. God, fifteen is very old. And I'm a boy. I hate to say it but they're right. Fuck, they're right. I cant be crying... I'm so oversensitive. But wait, why am I trying so hard to justify their ideas? ITS BECAUSE I FEEL GUILTY CONDEMNING THEIR ACTIONS. WHY DO I FEEL GUILTY. goddamn it...

I dont know how I'm gonna fix this though. I kinda wish my parents would treat me with the softness that I NEED, that my mind NEEDS and has needed for a while now, but I know that wont happen and really I'm just this overgrown child thing and oh fuck I wonder who's fault that is??? Cos it isn't all on me. Oh shit, now I'm scared. If I get a bad mark on my test my parents will freak out. I think I'm going to cry again. Fuck man, I try my hardest, it's just I'm literally defective. I cant do any better. I've been set up to fail anyways. Fuck. I just... I dont know, I wish things were different.

This is stupid and I'm being stupid and freaking out over one little thing. Fuck.

[writingandhunting]

Challenge

To find such a perfect sniper spot was a blessing to Bloodhound, they had a Longbow with purple attachments and were rather satisfied with how much their little spot could see. On the edge of the circle but picking off whatever solos or duos that came into view, to be honest with each successful shot it made them a bit satisfied. Between their legs was beginning to moisten just a bit as they collateral headshot two in a squad of three, huffing quietly as they hump against the smooth metal underneath them. But in their haze of arousal they forget that their rear could be seen and suddenly two hands grab their ass through the overcoat they wear, gasping in shock they draw their hunting knife and swing backwards in hopes of catching the other off guard.

And of course their knife merely scratches the others cheek and nose, he gives a swear and pins that arm behind them.

“Easy hound! Fuck that hurt…. “

They recognize that voice as Mirages, they snarl and buck backwards. Angry that he had found them.

“Witt. The Allfather will not be able to help you if you do not release me. “

They say in a dangerous tone, growling low and rather angry at him they were already horny and didn't need Mirage of all people between their legs. But as his hands slide over their ass they can't help but push back against him. He chuckles softly and nuzzles into the fur hood they have, pulling their overcoat to the side and groping even heavier against their ass.

“Mmm. Is that so? I would think otherwise because you literally just rolled back against my gloves dear “

Mirage says against their shoulder giving them yet another firm squeeze. Hound sighs softly and sets their head down on their arms, they whine quietly and push back into those warm hands.

“I…. I'm…… unsure what to say… yes I'm horny from my marksmanship I will admit. But I had not expected you to find me like this “

They say into their arms and yes they were horny now, but with Mirage slotted between their legs they couldn't help but want some attention. They'd only been in bed with him once, even if it was just one time they knew he was skilled with both his hands and mouth.

“I'll make you a deal. If you can kill a squad or a solo while I eat you out without cumming more than three times, I'll let you have me however you like back at base? “

Mirage offers behind them, grinning as they shudder at the mere thought of him under them. Shed of armour and ready to be fucked into the mattress by them.

“If you wish for your whole body to hurt after this match. Then so be it. “

They challenge him with a soft growl behind their mask.

Over the course of possibly an hour, they become a squirming panting mess of oversensitivity. Mirage has himself on his back eating them out in possibly the best possible position for himself, their ass was up a bit and he was able to lap into their folds and core with such vicious strokes they had cum within the first twenty minutes and again nearly ten minutes later. Shaking slightly as his tongue shoves it them again while they spot a squad of three and grin behind their mask, taking deep breaths they line up their crosshairs with the head of Bangalore. Finger on the trigger as they wait for her to slow down a bit, and as expected she goes to the many loot crates they had created by killing off others. They go to pull the trigger but Mirage suddenly suckles their clitoris hard and long, tensing up and gasping quietly Bloodhound barely is capable of not shooting by accident. But once Mirage let's them go they do take the shot, their aim true and perfect as always. The veteran goes down instantly with the help of the Skull Piercer attachment on their rifle, they growl in frustration as that tongue shoves into them again while they line up their next shot. Octane was rushing to revive Bangalore when they shoot again, shattering the blue armour he had and just barely hitting the next shot. Causing him to be downed and slide up next to Bangalore, clutching his side with a yell even Mirage can hear.

“That it? “

The smug holographic engineer asks between their legs, they snarl and press down to his mouth again. Crosshairs lining up with Caustic who was peeking out from behind a rock to try and find where the shots were coming from. Bloodhound snarls and pulls the trigger once, the satisfying ping of another squad being eliminated makes them cum again. Letting their rifle go and holding Mirage by his hair to make sure he finishes them off, they let out a string of curses in their native language humping against Mirages face as their release coats his mouth and goatee.

Once their orgasm is over they shudder and lift up, looking down to find the man grinning between their thighs.

“Well…… you won that fair and square I guess “

He chuckles and slips down and pulls them with him. They can barely stand because of how wobbly their legs are, but they manage to pull their pants back up and fasten their belt.

“I did win. I'll see you back at base. “

They purr in a sultry tone to Mirage, the Holographic Trickster grins and looks to them again expecting them to be gone. But to have the barrel of the longbow in his face right between his brows makes his hazel eyes widen.

“Shit-“

[thong-in-the-twist]

Reading

Summary: in which Sehun tries to make you literate.

It is a porn for porn’s sake. All because it’s a night to honor Sehun.

Writing - I do recommend reading it first.

Right there.

You spasm. Again. Your breath hitches slightly, and you take a quick, but shallow, inhale. There is not enough air in your lungs, and you can feel them burning. Just as your abdominal muscles are – from all the sudden minute clenches you forced upon them. It seems like you contract into yourself every few seconds, sending an electrical current through your nerves.

You spasm. Again. Your feet flex and point, and it’s all because you can’t force them to stay in one position – you don’t have enough power nor will to control them. Your thigh is twitching involuntarily, you’ve put too much strain on your muscles, and now they are rebelling.

You spasm. Again. And you trash on your bed, head falling to one side. You can feel cold drop of sweat trailing down your forehead – one could have thought that you wouldn’t have half mind left to even notice such things, but the truth is – you notice everything. Your mind is hyperaware, you can sense and process everything that is happening to you. You just can’t do anything about it.

Right there.

A minute sound escapes your throat. It’s not a moan, it’s not something you can classify, it’s a nearly inaudible, nearly not there sound that was ripped out of your vocal cords. Only now you have realized that even though you can’t say that you hear those words, you can be sure that they aren’t something out of your imagination. They are spoken against your skin, tickling, caressing the oversensitive tissue on your thigh.

“See?” This one word you hear clearly, but you can’t focus enough to see the meaning behind it. So you don’t react, choosing to clench your fingers on the pillow above you. Sehun doesn’t seem to mind that. “I’ve told you, your body is talking to me.”

Sehun is talking to you. Sehun is talking. To you. Quite conversationally.

You whine, this time the sound is perfectly controlled, and your hips come off the mattress, again – controlled. Sehun’s fingers inside you shift, which is nice, but other than that, he doesn’t get the idea behind your movements.

“See? Right now you are trying to convince me to shut me up and focus on the matter at hand.”

Your head does go up, and you do look at him, quite surprised, to be honest.

“But, you’ve asked me to teach you something, I cannot just rush to the finish line, can I?” He asks, and as you try to string together words for the sentence that you believe that he is justified to do just that, he drives his fingers deeper into you, and your breath hitches once again and you suck your abdomen in, even without thinking about it.

“And now, that’s hot.” Says Sehun, and you try to decide whether you hate him already, or he has yet to cross this line. “You don’t have to moan wantonly to show your arousal. It’s enough, your minute twitches, half-sounds leaving your mouth, perspiration on your skin… It’s enough…”

His voice trails away, and you don’t even register that, focusing on how hot your body feels, until you feel heavy wet touch on your clitoris, and you whimper, sound edging into moan territory.

“But when you’ll finally moan, that will be the best reward one could get.” His says, his lips brushing skin between your legs, and you whimper again, realizing how close he is and how intimate this is, and then he twist his hand and brings his fingers up, pushing at your front wall, and his tongue is there to tease your clitoris and skin around and your labia, and even licking around his fingers, and your train of thought has just derailed.

You are back to square one. Just how it started, how it processed from the moment his hands have fallen onto your thighs. Sehun wasn’t fucking around. He has yet to kiss you again, he has focused on  stripping you and shoving you on your bed, and showing you how bad your porn was.

You are inclined to agree.

“When one learns alphabet it’s relatively easy to read. It works exactly like that here, when you learn what certain signs mean, you can easily read your partners emotions.” He is still talking. He is talking between your legs.

Had you known what making you literate implies, would have you acted differently?

Probably not, but you can be still annoyed at the fact that he brings you so close to the edge, that you can feel it, and then he decides to pull away, and talk about alphabet and reading.

“Right now you are breathing through your nose and the exhale is long and heavy – it means that you are annoyed, probably at me talking and not doing my job, right?” You look at him, and you try to ignore how lewd he looks between your spread legs, eyes shining and skin glistening… Instead you focus on his words – the level of accuracy is astounding, really.

He blinks lazily, and you know enough signs on your own, to know that he is trying to contain his smugness, but he is patting himself on the back.

Again, before you can pull yourself together, he goes back down, alternating between focusing on your clitoris with his tongue and vaginal stimulation with his fingers. You get that – it’s not easy to coordinate that pair, and the varied rhythm is one of the best stimuli.

You trash on your bed, sheets wrinkling under your body, and once again you are caught between your instincts – to pull away or to squeeze closer, your knees bending and straightening, your feet flexing and pointing, your hips coming off the mattress and falling down again.

There is a moan lurking in the back of your throat, already on a threshold, ready to go out, given enough incentive, and you are ready to reward Sehun with the sound he himself deemed would be enough.

“Do you see how I always go down on you just when you decide to speak up? It’s because I can see your brain working behind those glazed-over eyes. And when it can work, it means that you are coming down from your high, and we wouldn’t want that.”

It’s not a moan, that escapes you, but it does have a form of Sehun’s name.

And it does sound a lot like a curse, though.

But Sehun is clearly unfazed.

“Not yet a moan, but I will take that as a compliment.”

[elspethsunschampion]

Fact or Fiction: Chapter Fourteen

Rated M for abuse, sexual content, and discussion of rape/non-con.  Canon-typical violence.

Summary: It’s Ral Zarek’s sixth year at Hogwarts. And everything would be fine if Jace wasn’t totally occupied with his new girlfriend, to the point where it’s honestly kind of weird, and Ral’s starting to be concerned. Now if only everyone would stop telling Ral he’s just jealous and LISTEN to him…after all, he’s NOT just jealous, right? (Sequel to Send to Sleep.)

Ships: Jace Beleren/Ral Zarek, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Hermione Granger, Nissa Revane/Chandra Nalaar, Elspeth Tirel/Teysa Karlov

A/N: Many, many thanks to @paperclipminimizer for beta-ing and checking my timeline, as well as answering all my questions about Harry Potter. Thanks also to Juri, @dragons-suck, and everyone on Sketchydoodles’ Vorthos server for listening to me rant about this thing as it took shape.

Also available on AO3 and FFnet.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Mending Touch

           Jace poked at his food. He was huddled in his cloak in front of one of the many little alcoves in the library. Technically, food wasn’t allowed, but Jace didn’t give a fuck, and the teachers seemed willing to overlook minor infractions on his part right now. Which they damn well should, he thought bitterly, and then felt his stomach turn over. He didn’t deserve special treatment, no matter what anyone said.

           He probably should eat. He was hungry in a sort of distant way, but everything seemed so tasteless that it was difficult to get himself to eat. And Ral still wasn’t awake. He kept asking and asking, but every time he asked he got the same answer, “he’s doing fine, but the nerves aren’t healed yet, it’s better if he stays asleep.”

           How did they know? He’d tried reading everything he could lay his hands on about the Cruciatus Curse, but he’d had to stop doing that after he’d thrown up over a part of the Restricted Section he probably shouldn’t have had access to in the first place. He’d managed to clean it up and leave before anyone found him, but the books hadn’t been happy. Several of them had followed him around for the rest of the day, complaining in rustly, incomprehensible voices.

           Someone shoved a very garish image of a cartoon sandwich into his head. Mirko could have been subtler, but they seemed to be trying to make it easy for Jace to know when someone else was in his head. Jace was very carefully not thinking about the fact that, although it was true that Mirko could get under the protections of his cloak, he was pretty sure he’d heard snatches of other thoughts even from inside. That shouldn’t be happening. That shouldn’t be possible.

           “I’m not hungry,” Jace sighed, out loud. His stomach rumbled. The cartoon sandwich grew eyes and looked at him accusingly. “Okay, I am hungry, but I don’t want to eat.”

           Ral wasn’t eating, after all, Jace thought mulishly. Of course, he was in the hospital wing and getting all of his food magically, but it sounded suitably dramatic in Jace’s head. There was the suggestion of a sigh in the back of his mind, and a cold wind brushed against his neck like a not-quite-corporeal touch. The banishment had left Mirko somewhat less willing to take a solid form. Jace was just glad that somehow the boggart had managed to use their connection to hang onto his memories, in spite of the love potion clouding his mind at the time.

           “Jace?” Jace froze. It was Professor Lovegood’s voice. Pulling the hood of his cloak up, Jace felt for his wand, wondering if he should try out that invisibility charm he’d pulled out of Liliana’s head. Before he could make up his mind, Kallist shot up into the air, spitting lightning in every direction.

           “Kallist, no!” Jace hissed, but it was too late. Professor Lovegood poked her head around the bookshelf.

           “Oh, hello,” she said. “You know, if you get the books some rubbing alcohol, they’ll probably calm down.”

           “The books?” Jace echoed, trying to sound innocent. One particularly irritable one chose that moment to snap closed on his ankle, and he yelped.

           “Yes, I upset them earlier this year, so I’ve tried to make sure I knew the kinds of things they liked.” Jace hadn’t paid much attention during Herbology this year—or any class—so he wasn’t sure if Professor Lovegood usually had that wide, vaguely dreamy smile on her face.

           “Um, I see.”

           “In any case, Hermione—Professor Granger, I mean—sent me to tell you that Mr. Zarek is awake.”

           Jace stopped trying to surreptitiously nudge the book away and looked up at her. It was suddenly difficult to breathe. “He—he is? Is he—okay? Can I see him? Or—does he—want to see me?”

           Professor Lovegood smiled. “He’s feeling much better, although his nerves are just a little oversensitive still, so Madam Pomfrey is trying to get him to stay in bed. I think his exact words were, ‘Tell Jace to get his ass down here, or I’ll soak the entire Hospital Wing.’ You should probably go down, because I think Madam Pomfrey looked like she really wished she could give him detention.”

           Ral was bored. After his first waking hour of lying around in the hospital wing, most of the tingling pain in his nerves had subsided, leaving him slightly achey and very restless. Madam Pomfrey always seemed to force people to stay in bed about five times longer than they wanted to, and Ral was getting really concerned about Jace. Jace had already had issues that Ral didn’t really know how to help, though he thought he’d been getting better. But now—

           Someone knocked on the door. “Who is it?” he yelled irritably. If it was Madam Pomfrey with another foul-smelling potion, he might just “accidentally” have an electrical outburst and shatter the damn thing.

           The door opened a crack. “It’s me,” Jace said, so quietly Ral almost didn’t hear him. “Can I come in?”

           “Yeah, of course.” Ral wriggled upright. “How are you?”

           Jace stopped in the doorway and blinked. Kallist was hovering nervously over his head. “I—I’m fine. How are you?”

           “Aching a little, I guess. I don’t think I still need to be in bed, but you know what the teachers are like. Way too careful about all the wrong fucking things.”

           For another moment or two, Jace dithered in the doorway, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet in a way Ral hadn’t seen him do in years. Finally, he practically ran across the room to Ral’s bed and sank onto it. “I’m sorry,” he muttered into his cloak. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Something wet fell onto Ral’s hand.

           “What the fuck,” he said stupidly.

           “Do you, um—” Jace paused. “Sorry. Just—just a sec.” His voice was wobbling. “Do you want me to leave?”

           “What the fuck, Jace? No!”

           “I’m sorry.”

           “Jesus fuck, why?”

           “For ignoring you. For not listening to you. For not responding to your IMs over the summer, and being a fucking dick to you this whole year. For getting you—for—for—”

           “Oh my fucking god,” Ral said limply. “You were literally under a spell, Jace, what the hell? Do you really think I’d blame you for that? What the shit?”

           The little pile of misery under the cloak tugged at his hair. “You should,” he mumbled after a moment. “I should’ve—”

           “—thrown off the most potent love potion any of the professors have ever heard of, gone toe-to-toe with one of the most powerful dark witches in history, and nearly fucking killed her into the bargain?” Jace blinked at him. “Because you kind of did all that, you idiot.” A tiny lightning bolt from the cloud above him suggested that Kallist agreed with Ral’s assessment. “Now get over here.”

           “Are you—sure?”

           Ral rolled his eyes and felt that strange staticky sensation rise up along the back of his neck again. Ever since he’d woken up with his nerves still twitching and jangling and oversensitive, it had been all too easy to trigger. And for once, he’d discovered there was something he wasn’t in too much of a hurry to research. He really didn’t want to know any more about the effects of the Cruciatus Curse than he already did. Well. Not yet, anyway. He made a mental note to come back to it in a couple weeks. “Yes, I’m bloody sure,” he grunted, and a spark materialized at the tip of one flopping lock of hair and sizzled down onto the sheets near his hand.

           “Right.” Jace took a deep breath and slid down the bed to him. For a moment, he sat still, then he had a hand out and bunched in the hospital robes Ral was wearing. “Oh, Ral,” he said, wearily. And then he was pressing his face into Ral’s chest, and to Ral’s consternation and horror, he was sobbing. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Oh, fuck, I thought—oh fuck, what did I do?”

           You were supposed to hold people when they broke down like this, right? Ral gingerly put one hand on Jace’s back and tried not to think about the fact that he was stupidly oversensitive right now. “You didn’t fucking do anything,” he said, biting his lip because Jace was squirming and that was not fucking fair, universe, that was goddamn fucking cheating. Jace was definitely positively one-hundred-percent not in a good mindset to be dealing with Ral exploding romantic feelings all over him. It could wait.

           No, it can’t, caroled a particularly annoying segment of Ral’s brain as one of Jace’s hands brushed across his collarbone.

           Yes, it damn well can, Ral told it fiercely, but he did press his face into Jace’s hair, because he wasn’t a goddamn saint.

           “Shut up, we’re both fine,” he mumbled angrily. “Also, I have these sweet new stripes in my hair now.”

           Okay, so he actually had asked about those. Is that normal? he’d said to Professor Granger, fingering the long white streak as he stared in a mirror. I look like fucking Rogue, he would have said, except she probably wouldn’t get it.

           It’s been documented in other cases of the Cruciatus Curse, Professor Granger had answered. I don’t believe it’s exactly common, and, no, so far no one knows exactly what causes it. As you might imagine, no one has been exactly eager to do an in-depth study.

           “You look like Rogue.” Jace managed a laugh.

           Right, they’d seen the film together, hadn’t they? Because Jace was still huddled in his cloak, as if he’d never come out again, so he probably hadn’t read Ral’s mind just now.

           “Well, um, actually…” Jace sighed. “The cloak hasn’t been entirely cutting it since I woke up.”

           “Oh. Well, shit.”

           “It’s easier with people I’ve read a lot, and I can turn it off if I focus,” Jace explained. “But it is sort of there if I’m not thinking too hard.” He put a hand to his head. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay. I’ve dealt with worse shit.”

           “You mean like this whole year?” Ral tightened his arm around Jace. “Look, I’ll, uh, I’ll try to keep my thoughts quiet, okay?”

           Jace rubbed a hand over his eyes. “It’s fine. Really.”

           There were huge, dark circles under his eyes. “When’s the last time you slept?”

           “Uh,” Jace replied, staring vacantly for a moment. “Oh—I mean, I was in the Hospital Wing unconscious till a couple of days ago.”

           “Have you slept since a ‘couple of days ago’?”

           He looked to the side. “I tried,” he muttered. “But you were—I didn’t know if you’d be okay—and it was my f-f-f—”

           “If you say it was your fault again, I will punch you,” Ral said. “And then I’ll probably get detention, and that will be your fault.”

           Thank god, Jace laughed at that, though the sound was a little wobbly. “I haven’t really been able to sleep, I guess.”

           “Well, Madam Pomfrey keeps trying to tell me I’m not allowed to set foot outside of my bed, and you clearly need to be in bed way more than I do. So why don’t you stay here and sleep?”

           Jace gaped at him. “I haven’t been sleeping with you this whole semester and you—you want…”

           “I dunno if we’re quite at that stage in our relationship yet,” Ral grinned, getting a frustrated scowl from his friend. “Yeah, yeah, of course I do. How many times do I have to tell you none of this was your fault, I don’t blame you, you’re my best mate, and—and—” also I’m gay and have more than strictly platonic feelings for you and please don’t be reading my mind right now, Jace, because I don’t think I could deal with that on top of everything else, “—and that’s never going to change,” he finished, a little lamely.

           “Ral—I do not deserve you.”

           “No one deserves me,” Ral grinned. “I am too awesome for that. But if anyone did deserve me, you’d be on top of the list.”

           “R-Right.” Jace tugged his hood down, but not before Ral saw the easy blush rising to his cheeks. “Okay. Well. I guess I should try to get some sleep, huh?”

           “You should. You really should.” Ral tried not to reach too much as Jace laid down and slid back against him, but he was pretty sure Jace would have to be deaf not to have heard the low noise Ral made when Jace curled into his front. Thankfully, Jace didn’t say anything; he just took Ral’s hand and pulled it around to his chest so that they were spooning. Not quite how they usually spent the night together, but Ral was definitely not going to complain. Although he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get any sleep at all.