#and now this???? i feel so dizzy and ridiculously tired

[bunnihearted]

🩸🩲☹️👎

[cameronspecial]

Request: Rafe intimidates the shy girl by suggesting she sits on his lap during a night out with mutual friends; feeling unable to refuse, she complies, but struggles to focus on conversation as his hard-on presses against her.

Musical Chairs

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Saying something is gay, Manipulation, Rafe forcing Y/N to sit on his lap, and Sexual undertones

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

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Y/N doesn’t normally go out partying with Kim, especially out to the club. However, Kim begged her to come today because Kim wanted to try to hook up with Kelce tonight. So far, Kim has had no luck with getting Kelce’s attention because Rafe is always taking over his friend’s attention. Kim hopes that Y/N will be able to keep Rafe distracted long enough for Kim to make her move. This is why the timid girl finds herself in the loud and dizzying establishment. Topper and Rafe are deep in conversation while Kim and Kelce are getting everyone drinks at the bar. Rafe is sitting on the right side edge of the u-shaped booth, while Topper sits beside him and Y/N sits beside Topper. The only empty spot left is the one to her side, which is the other end of the booth. Kelce and Kim soon return to the booth and Kim sees the seating predicament. Kim motions for Y/N to move out of her spot. Not wanting to argue, she slides out of the booth and moves herself to the bar stool at the table. The two patrons with the drinks get into the booth and the conversation returns. Ten minutes later, Mac comes over and daps all of the boys. Mac looks around for a seat to hang out, but finds none. 

Rafe notices this search and flicks his chin toward Y/N, “Just take Little Mouse’s chair.” Her eyebrows knit together. She normally wouldn’t speak up, except she doesn’t think it is fair that she has to move again. “Why do I have to play musical chairs again? Why can’t he just squeeze into the booth with your guys?” she protests with her arms crossed. Rafe chuckles, “Because it would be gay for all four of us guys to be sitting in cramped together and even more gay if he sits on my lap.”

“Who is going to sit on your lap?” 

“You are. God, sometimes you can be so dumb, Little Mouse. Makes me wonder what you are learning from all those books you are always reading.” 

“I’m not going to sit on your lap, Rafe.”

“Yes, you are. Look, Mac is getting tired, standing there while we argue about this. He worked all day and now, he can’t even sit down. You really want to be the reason why he is in pain, Little Mouse?” 

Her eyes glance over to Mac and he gets the message from Rafe to play along. His shoulders sag. Falling for the trick by letting guilt overwhelm her, Y/N gets up from her chair and offers it to Mac. Nevertheless, she still refuses to sit on Rafe’s lap. She chooses, instead, to stand at the side and look around the club. Rafe scoffs, tired of her ridiculousness and takes matters into his own hands. His hands fall on her hips, bringing her over to sit on his lap. She yips at the movement and struggles a little to get away from him. His arm comes across her front like a bar, so she is locked against his lap. Eventually, she tires herself out and complies with his wishes to sit there. She stays quiet in the conversation while everyone else seems to be content with spreading gossip. A few minutes later, she is now sitting on something hard that causes her cheeks to heat up and her heartbeat to pick up. Rafe notices her change of behaviour and a smirk crosses his face. 

“What do you think, Little Mouse? Are Stephanie and Clarkson going to last or is he going to find out she is cheating on him soon?” 

She knows he asked her a question, yet the only thoughts going through her head are related to the phallic shape pressing against her butt. Her bottom wiggles against him in uncomfortableness, causing him to let out a low chuckle. The others grow impatient waiting for her answer and fill the silence themselves. Although everyone has moved on from Y/N, Rafe is still focused on her. “If you think it feels good now, wait until it is inside of you, Little Mouse. I promise it will make you feel out of this world,” he murmurs against her ear. 

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[gemstone-roses]

Hannibal:

Christmas fic request.

Summary: when all of your friends abandon you when you’re sick over the holidays, Hannibal steps in.

Warnings: 18 plus only please, hurt/comfort, being sick, fever.

A:N- hi I hope you like it, sorry it’s so short 🥹

Hope you feel better soon, give us a shout if you need anything.

You read over the message that’s posted in your group chat, thumbs up from everyone else in the group in agreement.

Your head pounds at the light from your phone. Dizziness clouds your vision as you try to clear your head.

You’d booked off a few days over Christmas at work, told jack not to call unless things were literally in flames, you had plans with your friends, long awaited plans. And then you woke up a day before, an awful ache throughout your body. And while they were kind at first, they switched their phones off as soon as they arrived at the retreat.

And now of course you did need something.

Probably a doctor, definitely some company other than a tub of Vicks and tissues. You scroll to the chat with Hannibal and send him a quick message, before curling up and relaxing into the darkness clouding your vision.

The pounding in your head sounds a lot like your front door being hammered, you stir slowly, an awful cough rips through you as you sit, confused as the noise is definitely coming from your door, before being confronted with Hannibal coming through the door.

“Erm, hi?” You croak, breathless

He looks slightly relieved, and then immediately concerned again, coming over to kneel in front of you on the couch.

“Are you alright?” He speaks softly, hand coming to rest on your forehead as he takes in your state.

“M fine, just a bit of a cold” you assure him but he frowns, grasping your hand in his his long fingers rest on your pulse point on your wrist.

“Your pulse is racing my love, you’re not fine” both his hands come to cup either side your face.

“have you eaten?” Concern laces his words as he asks.

“Not hungry, just tired” you mumble, closing your eyes once more.

“No darling I need you to stay awake a bit longer for me okay?” he soothes, stroking your face.

“We’ve got to get that fever down my love” he produces a bottle and a box of cold medicine and unscrews the cap for you.

“Here” he says softly, you sniffle as you take them, his hand rests lightly on top of yours.

“You don’t need to stay, I’ll be okay” you say, feeling awful you’ve interrupted his Christmas plans.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I came to take care of you, now, how does soup sound”. you wrinkle your nose at that, and he chuckles slightly.

“No soup then, I’ll make you something different, you rest” he says softly.

You curl up on the couch, Hannibal waits until you’ve found a comfortable position before placing your blanket over you.

“Thankyou” you mumble, burying your face in the cushion as he caresses your face smiling softly.

[heeliopheelia]

"everything reminds me of you and it's driving me insane" (jay x fem! reader)

genre: smut word count: 0.7k requested by @forjongseong ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

a/n: the last fic for the event!! i had so much fun guys, will definitely do it again once we hit another milestone!! nana babe i'm sorry it took me so long 🤍

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The floor is already drenched when Jay pulls out his thick fingers out of you. Letting go of his firm grip on your hips, he pulls away slightly to smirk at your trembling thighs as you struggle to keep yourself up on your feet.

"Fuck!" You gasp breathlessly, fingers clutching on the edge of the marble kitchen counter for your dear life.

If somebody told you that this is how the party would end – with your ex boyfriend fingering you stupid in the apartment that the two of you used to share together, you doubt you'd ever believe them... Or maybe you would?

With the way your heart increased three times on its pace when you first saw Jay after almost half a year of being deprived from his ridiculously handsome face – it's actually quite obvious you'd bend to every will of the man you're still shamefully in love with.

Even though you were the one who initiated the break up in the first place.

"Couldn't wait to get my hands on you, sweetheart," Jay mutters, closing the distance between the two of you again and grabbing you by your waist to pull you flush to his clothed bulge.

"Oh, really?" You scoff quietly, fingers brushing the sweaty hair away from your forehead as you turn your head to him over your shoulder. "Could've fooled me with this bitch hanging on your neck the entire night."

"No need to be so jealous. She could never be you," he chuckles underneath his breath and before you know his pants and underwear are dropped to the floor and he rubs his hard cock over your swollen folds. You moan simultaneously when he finally slides it inside of you, bottoming out slowly. Jay's knees feel as if made of cotton when he feels you clenching around him and now he's damn sure that you were literally molded just for him. "Missed this pussy so much," he breathes out, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He's got you caged in between his arms and the counter as his deep thrusts rock your body into the cold surface. You're already dizzy from the two previous orgasms you've had couple minutes before, and now as you listen to his ragged breaths into your neck, all of your senses are completely blocked out in the favor of him.

The way he fucks you is so messy, so needy and it's thrilling and it's so Jay that you can't help but let your tongue run loose and spill your guts to him right then and there.

"There hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you. Everything reminds me of you and it's driving me insane. Even that stupid orchid I've seen on my way back home in a flower shop today," you confess breathlessly, voice stuttering with every thrust of his. Jay immediately catches the reference to your second date when he bought you the pink flower you desired so much. "We were so good together, weren't we, Jay?"

He groans, grabbing your hips a little firmer. "Shit, that we were, sweetheart."

Your abused hole squelches and drips after each time he bottoms out and you let out a whimper, body draping over the counter as you grip the wooden cupboard with your shaky hand. The sound only spurs him on to fuck you even harder, better, his eyes clenching tightly as he relishes in your small whines of his name. His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as he draws his body into you from behind, panting loudly and pushing you even further into the counter.

When your walls tighten nearly painfully around him, that's when he knows your third orgasm begins to build up. He snaps his hips faster and with you calling his name over and over again, you eventually let go and feel the hot pleasure swallow your tired body again.

It's impossible for him to last any longer with you falling apart before him, your doughy cunt throbbing around him mercilessly, and Jay cums hard, body slouching on top of yours as he holds you tightly with face pressed to your neck.

And maybe, just maybe you're not the only one who's been having a hard time moving on from your irrational decision all these months ago.

And you're sure of that when you feel his arms turning your body around, eyes looking softly into yours before he pulls on your chin and plants a hungry kiss on your wet lips.

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[warping-realities]

What She Wants

I know I promised the previous one would be the last one for a while but I had a video that I not use in one of the last stories and ended up creating a shorter one just so as not to waste it. I hope you like it.

Cherisse was pissed off. At her old schoolmates and at herself. The five-year reunion was coming up next weekend, and she was gonna have to show up all alone. She never really gave a damn about this kind of stuff, always focused on her career. But then, why the hell did she lie about having a boyfriend? She knew why—those bitches Brenda and Destiny with their pathetic little housewife lives and their useless husbands loved to say that because she was a bodybuilder, no guy would wanna date her. I mean, what kind of dude would go out with a woman bigger than him? That thought made her wanna scream, but those bitches had a point. Even the male bodybuilders ended up choosing curvier, less muscular women, which really pissed her off. The fact that she was so close to becoming a big star in the bodybuilding scene should’ve been enough to ease her doubts, but it wasn’t. In reality, she was so fed up with everything that she dropped her apartment key on the floor of the hallway in the tiny building she lived in, thanks to her job as a Personal Trainer. At least for now, since she had contracts lined up with several big brands by the time she stepped on Olympia stage in a few months, which was what she should’ve been worrying about. Frustrated and angry, she picked up the key from the floor and stood up, only to see David, her neighbor, walking by. The blond thin and extremely cute guy worked at a nearby coffee shop and was always super polite to her, even though any flirting attempts on him had been shot down.

She knew she couldn’t make him like her or… could she? Remembering the times she got shot down by the guy, combined with the frustration about the upcoming event and the possibility of being ridiculed by her old classmates… all of that lit a fire inside her that made her decide to take action. She’d been warned a bunch of times not to mess with her gift, that it could spiral out of control and come with a high price, but she was tired of being the good girl, tired of being humiliated. It was time to think about herself. She will get what she wanted.

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After a long day at the coffee shop, all David wanted was to flop down on the couch in his tiny one-bedroom apartment and chill, and maybe, just maybe, look for a hookup on Grindr. After throwing on a tank top and some shorts, he was about to head out of his room when he heard a noise—there was someone else in the apartment. Creeping up to the door, he was freaked out and jumped.

“Cherisse, what the hell! What are you doing here? What you want?

“What I want, David? I want my boyfriend!” The muscular black woman replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I want my boyfriend, David. My boyfriend who loves me and would do anything for me!”

“Cherisse… you’re out of your min…” David started to say, cutting himself off as a weird sensation flooded his body, like he was about to choke, making him gasp for air. Then he was shocked to hear his own voice while his mouth moved on its own.

“But that’s what you already have, babe.”

“Not enough! I want my boyfriend, bigger, more muscular, and stronger than me.”

The choking feeling hit him again, this time harder, along with a dizzy spell that made David wobble for a second. After a few seconds, he seemed to recover. With his giant biceps and powerful pecs on display, he looked a few inches shorter, with shaved hair and a square face, wich smiled to Cherisse.

“Stronger and more muscular for sure, and two inches taller!”

“No, I want more! I want my bodybuilder boyfriend, way bigger than me, my boyfriend with beautiful dark hair and a darker skin.”

In an instant, the bodybuilder David underwent a transformation, turning into a caramel-skinned version with brown eyes and well-kept dark hair and beard, maybe of Latin descent.

“Much better! Take off those shorts and pose for me, David!”

He obeyed, stripping down to just his underwear and flexing his powerful muscles for his girlfriend to see.

“Yummy, but I still want more.” She commented licking her lips without noticing the change in her voice and vocabulary. “I want my boyfriend with delicious choclate skin as dark as mine. My professional bodybuilder boyfriend, Mr. Olympia material boyfriend. My boyfriend who fulfills all my needs and will accompany me to my school reunion, and make all the jealous bitches shut up they skunk mouths. Now come, come to me, my love,” she said, as the uncontrolled power took over completely.

As the muscular giant, who minutes ago had been a gay dude just looking for a casual hookup, walked from the bedroom door towards her, with each step he took, he grew larger while his skin darkened to a chocolate tone. His pecs looked like two slabs of meat, his abs lost some definition, but his arms swelled to the size of tree trunks. As sweat dripped down his body, his black wavy hair transformed into small curls in a stylish cut with shaved sides, while his underwear turned into gym shorts, and the tiny apartment room morphed into a spacious mansion living room.

While all this was happening and the power dominated Cherisse’s mind, she didn’t notice that her short hair, which had fallen out due to steroid use started to grow back in beautifull well manteined curls while her voice gained an airy melodious tone. As the former David grew bigger, she shrank, her powerful muscles becoming smaller but defined, while her glutes became curvier and her breasts softer. Then, as the monstrous off-season bodybuilder stood smiling in front of her, her clothes evaporated, leaving her in a tiny bikini that showcased all her perfect curves. Finnaly the whirlwind of power seemed to reach its peak before fading away forever while the reality reset.

The smile on the behemoth's face quickly vanished when he noticed his girlfriend posing in the middle of their living room.

“Can I ask what the hell you’re doing, Cherisse?”

“Babe… I… I thought you’d be back later.”

“I decided to surprise my girlfriend, and guess who’s getting surprised? Don’t tell me you’re back to that ridiculous idea of competing in Bikini Fitness. I’ve already been clear with you about that. You don’t need to work, especially not by exposing your body; I’m the one who takes care of all my wife’s needs.”

“Wife? What do you mean?”

“Well, that was the surprise I was gonna pull on you, but it looks like…”

“Stop being silly, I was rehearsing, yeah, but it was just for you, my love.”

“Now you’re talking like my future wife,” he replied, with his smile returning.

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That weekend, Cherisse was bursting with joy. As her boyfriend parked the car, she rushed over to meet her old school friends, Brenda and Destiny, in the garden of the beautiful restaurant they class picked for the high school reunion. After some kisses, hugs, and excited squeals, Brenda looked at her curiously.

“Is that on your finger what I think it is?”

“Yup!!! He proposed to me!!”

“So, we’re finally gonna meet your boyfriend… sorry, your fiancé?”

“Yeah, look over there,” Cherisse said, making her friends look at the handsome specimen of a man strutting confidently towards them—300 pounds of pure muscle covered in a beutifull chocolate skin, wearing a light gray suit with a vest and a shirt whose last buttons could never stay closed, showing off a gorgeous chest. All of this was topped off by a rugged face that could make knees weak.

“Girls, this is Deshaun, my fiancé,” she said, knowing the others would be dying of envy.

Later, as her friends walked in, Deshaun pulled her close.

“Are you happy, my love? I know how important this reunion was for you.”

“Happy? I’m totally fucking ecstatic, babe. I showed those bitches who’s the best. I’ve got the best house, the best body, and the best man. What more could I want?”

[gggukniverse]

not tired | jjk

title: not tired

pairing: jungkook x female reader

rating/genre: fluff and smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook helps you sleep on a stressful night.

warnings: anxiety (pretty detailed description of an anxiety attack so pls read carefully), a lot of praising, oral (f. receiving), jungkook is really really sweet.

wordcount: 2.1k

note: okay hiii this is the first story i write here, pls be nice !! also english is not my first language so please excuse any grammar error. i hope you like the story !!!! <3

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this is ridiculous. you've been studying all day non-stop even though jungkook got mad at you for not resting and yet you're feeling as awake as ever. you can see it's already 3am on the digital clock on the nightstand and you don't feel not even a little bit of tiredness in your body.

you can hear jungkook's soft snores against your neck, his arm lazily thrown over your waist and his leg tangled with yours. he's obviously sleeping, he fell asleep almost as soon as you both got into bed, but it's been like 5 hours and you're still staring at the dark ceiling not knowing what to do to be able to fall asleep.

it's not the first time you have trouble falling asleep, but usually you didn't have any problem when jungkook was not working outside the city and could be with you. you know it's because of the stress you've been going through these past few weeks over your finals, you can literally feel the tension in your body, you can't relax because tomorrow you have the last exam of your last year of college.

oh my god, the last exam is tomorrow and you can't sleep. you'll need to feel awake tomorrow for everything to go well and you can't seem to rest. you're gonna fail, the exam is gonna go terribly because you can't sleep.

you suddenly start feeling out of breath, you need air. you need to breathe. walking towards the window seems like the best option now so, as much as you love having your boyfriend curled up to your side, you need to push him away. you start to do it as gently as you can, pulling his arm away from your body as your own arms start to shake with the anxiety building up in your body.

but he notices. his body twitches and he's suddenly opening his eyes, tilting his head a little to look at you.

god, you woke him up. he was resting for tomorrow. he also has a busy schedule tomorrow, that's why you both went to bed early tonight. now his sleep has been interrupted because of you. it's your fault.

you can literally feel your throat closing up, you can't take in any air. you can't breath and your whole body starts to feel numb.

"baby?" jungkook rasps, moving to stand on one elbow so he can see you better through the dark. the little light coming from the window lets you see his worried expression. "baby are you okay?" his eyes are barely open. he must be so tired.

your mouth opens for you to try and tell him you can't breath but your voice doesn't come out. you can't talk and you're starting to feel dizzy with the struggle of trying to breathe. the best you can do is reach for his arm with your hand.

you can see the realization in his face. it's just like a switch turns on inside his brain. jungkook quickly sits up and holds you by your arms to sit you up on the bed right in front of him.

"hey, look at me baby." his voice is calm but you can feel how he's trying is best not to freak out because he knows that's the last thing he should do when you're having an anxiety attack. "breathe with me, okay?" his hands are placed on your arms, softly caressing your skin. "just like how i do it." he takes in a big breath, his shoulders lifting up a little to emphasize the action.

you do your best to follow him but a sob escapes your throat when you can't take a breath because you're hiperventilating.

"slowly baby, you don't need to rush it." jungkook says as soon as he sees you struggling and you nod, closing your eyes for two seconds before looking at him again. "breathe with me." he takes another breath again and exhales, you start to follow, little by little. "so good baby, you're doing so good." he nods with a smile that already makes you feel so much better than breathing. "i'm here, okay? look at me and breathe." he takes a big breath again and you follow, your lungs starting to feel better and your body relaxing again.

when you close your eyes you can feel tears that you didn't even know you had rolling down your cheeks, but jungkook's fingers are quickly wiping them away.

"are you feeling better?" he asks and gives you as much time as you need to steady your breathing before opening your eyes and looking at him again. you nod but it's not enough for him. "words."

"yes." you finally say and he smiles, sighing in relief. "thank you.. so much, really."

"what happened?" he mutters and you suddenly feel so bad because he truly looks tired.

"i- i couldn't sleep, and i have to rest before the exam tomorrow, i'm gonna fail and-" as soon as you start rambling jungkook grabs you by your arms again and shakes you a little.

"baby breathe, okay?" his voice is so soft. you nod and take a few more deep breaths before speaking again, slowly this time.

"i've been trying to sleep for hours but i can't, i can't relax and i need to rest for tomorrow.."

"why didn't you wake me up before?" he pouts a little and you lower your face in embarrassment.

"because i didn't want to bother you, you shouldn't be awake right now." you mutter.

"hey, no no no.. don't worry about me." jungkook quickly replies and slides his hands down your arms to hold your hands. "what can i do for you to get sleepy?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know." your voice breaks and you try to play it off since your head is down and jungkook wouldn't be able to see the tears in your eyes. but he knows.

"come here." he lets go of your hands to open his arms.

a little smile appears on your face and you move to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck while he wraps his around your body, keeping you close.

"you're stressed, aren't you?" he mutters and you swallow, closing your eyes and trying not to start crying. "i know.. it's okay baby, you're doing so good." one of his hands starts rubbing your back up and down. "close your eyes."

"they're closed." your voice comes out shaky so he hugs you even tighter.

"do you want me to sing to you?" he says and leaves a sweet kiss on your neck.

"mhm." you nod.

"okay." you can hear his smile on his face and slowly starts to rock back and forth to calm you down.

as soon as he starts singing you can recognize the song. it's one of the songs he wrote for you a while ago. he sounds really tired but you find it impressing how he can still sound so good. his hands keep rubbing your back slowly, actually calming you down.

but by the time he finishes the song you're still awake.

"baby?" he whispers.

"still awake." you mutter and hear him sigh. "koo, you should sleep." your hand goes to his hair, tangling your fingers with it.

"not until you fall asleep." he hums and you chuckle a little.

"you almost fell asleep three times singing.

"i'm okay." the boy insists and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, lay down." he flips you two around to lay you down on the bed.

"what are you-" the words die on your throat when he suddenly puts his lips on yours.

he kisses you really slowly and your whole body relaxes once again, your legs going to wrap around his waist but he quickly pushes them down again, which earns a whine in protest from you.

"stay still." jungkook whispers as his kisses start going down to your neck.

"koo." a little moan escapes your mouth when he sucks a hickey on your neck.

"pretty." he mutters and goes up to your ear. "can i make you feel good, baby?" you shiver when you feel his breath against your ear. "just with my mouth, you only need to lay there." the little bite in your earlobe makes it for you.

you nod and immediately buck your hips up, making jungkook giggle. he helps you getting rid of your pajama shorts along with your panties and lifts your shirt just enough to place little kisses all over your stomach as he positions himself between your legs.

"so pretty.." he repeats and you put your hand on his hair, pushing it away from his face to be able to look at him while he bends one of your legs a little and puts it over his shoulder, starting to leave kisses on your inner thigh too. "close your eyes baby."

with a sigh you let your head fall back on the pillow and close your eyes.

"breathe, okay?" jungkook reminds you again before leaving another kiss on your inner thigh and you hum in response, taking a deep breath and letting it go.

although your breath hitches when you feel his fingers teasing your entrance, only when he starts running them through your folds you notice how embarrassingly wet you are.

"koo please." you whimper and hear a little chuckle from him.

"shhh.. stay quiet." the order only makes you feel hotter.

but you're definitely not quiet when you feel his tongue on you. a loud moan slips through your lips and you tug at his hair unvoluntarily.

"so sweet.." he hums and you tug even harder, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and squeezes. "relax baby." he says and gives your folds a wet kiss.

"sorry.." you whimper as you relax your hand.

"it's okay, you're so good for me."

the praise makes you melt and you let your body fall limp on the bed, trying not to twitch everytime he gives a suck to your clit.

he's slow, really slow to show you that he's doing this so you can relax. your body feelss numb by this point. he knows what he's doing, he knows better than anyone else how sleepy you get after an orgasm.

each time you moan he also hums in response, making the vibrations push you closer to the edge, and each time you buck your hips up he pushes them against the mattress again.

"koo.." a whine escapes your lips when you feel a finger prodding your entrance as his tongue circles your clit.

"can i?"

he said only mouth before but you can't say no when his finger starts being swallowed inside you so you just hum with a nod, whining when he easily slips another finger. you know you're still stretched from the morning before. yes, jungkook likes morning sex.

"fuck..." you sigh when he starts slowly moving his fingers in and out. "mhh.. so good.

the chuckle he lets out makes you clench around his fingers, he takes the opportunity to curl them inside and you cry out his name as your legs twitch from the pleasure.

"there?" he asks as he curls his fingers the same way again, the tips brushing against your sweet spot.

"yes." you moan and bite your lip to try to hide embarrasing sounds.

"like that, baby?" he keeps moving his fingers in the perfect way and gives your clit a little suck right after asking.

"koo.. fuck." your back arches inevitably and your hand tugs at his hair again. "don't stop... please..."

he doesn't stop, he keeps doing exactly what you need and soon after you're clenching around his fingers with a loud moan and trembling legs.

"so good." jungkook praises as he lets you ride your orgasm on his fingers and kisses your clit one last time. "such a good girl."

"koo..." you try to catch your breath and reach out to him with your hand. "come here." you beg and he's quickly hovering on top of you again.

"how are you feeling baby?" he asks and gives you a sweet kiss. you don't care that he tastes like you, you lick his lower lip.

"mhh... tired." you giggle against his lips and he smiles.

"good."

"i feel a little sticky, though." you mutter, making him chuckle.

"wait a second," he gives your lips a last peck. "i'll be back." he gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of the room.

but you don't remember him coming back. you've already fallen asleep.

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A/N: aaaaaahhhh i hope u liked this little story !!! feel free to tell me your thoughts, it would be nice to see a little feedback, it would help me get motivated to keep writing <3 thank u so much for reading. have a nice day 💕

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HALLIE KING JOINS NORTH-LONDON CLUB AFTER UNBELIEVABLE SEASON-LONG PERFORMANCE AT MELBOURNE CITY.

•°. *࿐

LONDON, ENGLAND

she didn't know why she was nervous, her heart hammering in her chest and echoing in her ears as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white. the sun was just beginning to peek through the usual clouds that plastered the london sky, but it wasn't enough to dispel the anxious dread that filled her entire being.

she glanced at her phone on the dashboard, and absentmindedly ignored the music coming through the speakers, willing the time to pass faster. she had never been more aware of her breath as she drove. every inhale, every exhale, each wheeze of air through her parted lips, seemingly magnified in the confines of her tiny car. it was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest, making it harder and harder to draw in each precious breath.

the traffic was as relentless as the pounding of her heart, and she couldn't help but feel as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. outside of her car, london was beginning to stir, but she hardly noticed. her focus was entirely on the road, on the other cars and motorcycles whizzing past her, on the buildings that blurred past in a dizzying array of colors and shapes.

she had been here so many times that it was all so familiar, so mundane, that it almost felt surreal. almost.

nerves weren't unusual, but the fact she had driven this drive and spoken to these people so many times before had her shaking her head in disbelief and ridicule for herself.

the drive wasn't long - thirty minutes at best, and she was only a few minutes away now. as she neared the grounds, she could feel the anticipation rising within her like bile in the back of her throat.

pull in, park, simple.

as she pulled into a bay, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and glanced at herself in the rearview mirror. Her reflection was a pale blur, her features drawn and tired from the lack of sleep the night before.

a quick glance at the time told her she still had a few precious moments before she'd have to face them. she reached for her phone again, hoping to lose herself in the mindless chatter of social media or the latest celebrity gossip. but as she scrolled through her newsfeed, she was met with pictures of herself. god this is strange, she thought. she turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, staring blankly ahead, trying to gather her thoughts.

the air was crisp and cool against her skin, the scent of grass and earth mingling with the sound of shoes squeaking on the pavement. she took a step forward, her heart pounding in her ears, and scanned the empty space around her.

it was peaceful, quiet, tucked away from the hustle of the big city and it at all wasn't something she was used to.

•°.

through the double doors stood a man waiting, hair slicked back and out of his face - he was quick to turn around as the door swung open behind him.

"hallie, so good to see you again!" he greeted cheerfully, arms outstretched in a welcoming manner followed by a hand jutting into the space between their bodies.

she took his hand firmly, smiling, "jonas, great to see you!" they were pleasantries, but the human contact was enough to simmer the acidic burn in the back of her throat.

"lets walk," he said whilst gesturing hallie to take the space beside him, as he slipped his mobile into the pocket of his arsenal branded trousers. "the girls are very excited to meet you," he continued, smiling.

"i'm excited too,"

"nervous at all?" he interjected

"can you tell?" she said through an exhale. they shared a laugh, jonas patting her on the shoulder supportively.

"you'll be fine, they're a really nice bunch - on a plus, you already know steph so i'm sure you will fit right in,"

"i really hope so, i'm just so pleased to be here,"

they walked for a couple of minutes, continuing the conversation about the transition, the move - all the exciting but terrifying things that came with a transfer. he complimented the kit, which made hallie laugh. trading in her blue for red had been hard, feeling as if she was playing dress up the first time she put it on. an arsenal jersey carries such weight, such expectation, and she felt that wholly.

he was easy to talk to, hallie thought at least, easy to bounce off of in her nervy bubble. they turned down a hallway, then stopped outside another set of doors. he turned towards her.

"ready?"

she took a deep breath, shaking through her sinuses and shutting her eyes, then exhaled with a smile and small nod.

"ready."

he knocked twice, making himself known with a shout to avoid any awkward situations. he waited a beat before opening the door and ushering hallie inside with him.

on the other side of the door sat a changing room, adorned with jerseys and boots galore. the team stood in their respective areas, some in small groups talking, others on their phones. jonas' presence caught their attention, and the noise in the room simmered to a silence when you took your place ahead of them.

"everyone, this is hallie king."

— RG x

[thedreamwraptwriter]

Companions Don't Take Sick Days!

Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1046

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

A soft humming awoke me from my deep sleep – the comforting sound of the Tardis was a daily occurrence for me now and I couldn’t help but want to snuggle back into bed. The past few days had been hectic; the Doctor had whisked me all around the universe, bouncing between times, and saving worlds. I loved being by his side but sometimes it felt as though he had endless amounts of energy and I, being human, felt as though I’d missed out on a few (hundred) cups of caffeine with the way I was feeling. 

“Ergh,” I grumbled aloud, pushing myself groggily out of the warm comforter. The room I stayed in was lit by a soft, warm glow, pulsing along the walls. Squinting, I stumbled toward the door, eyes still adjusting to the lack of light around me. With a push, I opened the door of my room and poked my head out into the main control area. The Doctor was sitting by the console, staring intensely at it with a furrowed brow. His eyes darted back and forth, as though reading something at high speed, and I noticed his leg bouncing with energy. Whatever was making him look like that I wasn’t ready to face and quickly began to withdraw back into my ro-

“Y/N!” 

I groaned. Caught.

“Yes Doctor?” I said, voice scratchier than I expected.

He came bounding over to me, trench coat swishing behind him like a majestic bat.

“Dear me, you look terrible,” he said, gently grabbing my face with his hands and looking me over. “You feeling alright?”

I batted his hands away, embarrassed. “We’ve been going nonstop, I think I’m allowed to look a little worse for wear,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “Besides, I’m up now. What’s on the roster for today?”

The Doctor looked at me sternly, his brown eyes drilling into my soul. I hated it when he looked at me like this – it felt as though he could read my mind.

“I can,” he said cheekily, and I felt my entire body heat. “Just kidding – I think I the psychic link bracelets effects are finally wearing off.” 

He raised his arm up and jingled the small silver bracelet on his wrist. I groaned, feeling the matching bracelet heavy on my arm. I’d forgotten about those. Alien tech really was something. They’d proven useful in our last adventure, but I was so tired I’d forgotten to remove mine. I hurriedly pulled mine off just in case it broadcasted anything else out to him.

“However, I do not need one of those to see that you are obviously looking really terrible,” said the Doctor, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go back and lay down?”

I shook his hand off my shoulder, ignoring the pulsing in the back of my head. “Now Doctor, I don’t think that will be necessary. I saw you looking – peeved, at the console so why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

The Doctor crossed his arms, looked over his shoulder at the control room, and back at me. 

“No.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what?” 

He sighed. “You are not doing anything today. You are taking a sick day.”

“Companions don’t take sick days!” I exclaimed. “This is ridiculous. I’m not even sick.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. Whipping out his sonic screwdriver, he rapidly scanned me.

“Elevated temperature, increased mucous secretions, and a high white blood cell count. Pardon me, Y/N, but I think that would indicate that you are, in fact, ill,” he said, smiling triumphantly. “I’m putting you back to bed.”

Before I could argue, the Doctor scooped me up his arms and strode back into my room. My heart rate spiked and the dizziness I was feeling earlier increased tenfold. What a cunning man. 

“That’s better, isn’t it,” the Doctor said cheerfully as he fluffed my pillows and tucked me tightly into bed. “The color is coming back to your cheeks already.”

I turned away from him – the flush in my cheeks was due to something else. 

“I suppose,” I mumbled. “But Doctor, what if you need help?”

The Doctor grinned. “I do have other friends in the Universe, you know. Lots of people owe me a favor or two. Though, I have to admit, you are my favorite.” 

He winked at me. “Now then, what else can I do to help you feel better? Ah yes.”

With a flurry, he ran out of my room. I heard dishes clanging, the Tardis beeping, and some other odd noises echoing about before he came striding back in, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a cold compress in the other. 

“There we are,” he said, carefully placing the tray on my lap and laying the cold compress on my forehead. As much as I wanted to hate his fussing, I found it to be extremely charming (and the cold compress felt quite nice).

I stared at the tray of soup and bread with some confusion. “You were only gone for a few minutes; where did you get this? I know you can’t cook.”

The Doctor chuckled. “I did a quick stop by your hometown – I know what you like! Give me some credit, Y/N.” 

I smiled. The Doctor was incredibly thoughtful and he listened more than I thought he did. “I’m being spoiled today, it seems,” I said.

He grinned. “Right then - open up now, Y/N!” he said, picking up some soup and holding the spoon towards me expectantly.

Immediately, my entire body burned with embarrassment. “W-wait a second I can feed myself!”

I went to grab the spoon, but the Doctor smoothly grabbed my wrist and laid it back down on the sheets. His warm hand enveloped mine and it felt as though time and space stood still. 

“Y/N, please let me take care of you,” he said softly. I looked into his soft brown eyes, my pulse fluttering. We were so close we could have-

“Yes, sorry,” I murmured, tearing my eyes away from his and allowed the Doctor to care for me. He was so gentle, his touch left fire on my skin, but I did my best to ignore it. He was the loneliest man in the universe, and he wanted to keep it that way…but some days, it seemed to me, he’d rather be anything else. 

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Author’s Note: I’m sick as a dog right now and was watching some Doctor Who to pass the time – decided I might as well write a classic sickfic with some nice fluff. Somehow, though, I managed to make it sad at the very end. Sorry : D

[mngo-jii]

✉️ : this was supposed to be a drabble to motivate me to write, um. take it anyway, as an apology from me not writing a fic in a while. im working on a request, i promise. (this is from a scene in 'nevertheless')

7th year au, Daniel is a mess, drunken confessions !

You don't understand why Daniel miserably sprawls out on the bed, why he closes his eyes in drunken annoyance at the most ridiculous reason, or why he sinks himself and nearly drowns in the unkempt sheets.

You haven't even had a chance to change out of your dinner date attire, let alone had the time to bury your face into your pillow after the date you've been longing for months. This isn't even Daniel's dorm—it's yours.

"Daniel, this is ludicrous," you admonished him as you sat. Daniel feels the mattress sag under your weight, and he childishly turns his back on you.

"How could you be so clueless?" he mutters. Most of it is muddled into the fluffs of your pillow, but you can make out what he's saying. "Clueless as to what?"

Daniel only groans in response. You call out his name, sick of hearing him mutter absurdities.

"...Seven full years, and you're still yet to grasp what's happening in front of you."

"Happening in front of me...?" You furrow your eyebrows at the boy below you.

"I know what's happening in front of me: my best friend scaring off my roommates as he crashes into my bed while intoxicated—because I decided to go on a date with the guy I like rather than hanging out with him."

You didn't think there would be a day where the tables would be turned and it would be you consoling a mess like Daniel.

Nights prior to this was when it was you sprawled on his bed, whining about this same guy you've been pining on—about how he's constantly being shipped with another girl, or how he wouldn't even bat an eye at you even after all the things you've done for him.

And despite how tired Daniel was with your nonsense and patheticism, he let you bury your teary eyes into his shoulder, letting it soak his jacket with your tears full of desperation to be admired. He shushed your sobs and cries of this douchebag's name, and he caressed the top of your head to calm you.

...

The two of you are enveloped in stillness, cut off from the outside world like a thin quilt falling onto you. Daniel is immobile beneath you as you irritably close your eyes at the ceiling.

At this point, you had started contemplating if you should simply ignore Daniel and crawl into a deep slumber next to him—it's not like there hadn't been any nights where you two latched onto each other, anyway.

Your thoughts trail back to your date that night, yet you can't bring yourself to feel flustered anymore. The person you've been looking forward to excitedly rave about this is drunk on your bed because he had been opposed to it from the start.

..."I like making potions, you know."

You hear the boy mutter below you. You lower your head, silent and questioning. He's drunk, after all.

"I like solitude as well," Daniel finally turns on his back, tiredly gazing up at the ceiling as you stare down at him. "...Unless it comes to being around you."

He sloppily sits up. His face now inches away from yours.

"I like you the most," he says, "I like you more than potions and solitude."

"You're my favourite person in the world," he trails off.

"...What about you? Who's your favourite person?" he continues, desperate eyes linking with yours. His scent is engulfing you in a dizzy haze. "Stop this nonsense," you pathetically turn away from him just to be pulled back.

"Do you like that guy? You like him, don't you?"

...

"Then I want you to stop. Because..." Daniel sinks his head down as he drunkenly speaks, "...I just don't like it."

"Don't hang out with anyone else. Just me, okay?"

"Just me, please." He grabs a fistful of your clothing and desperately leans his head to your chest.

"Please, [Y/N], only me."

[helpme695]

Hello! I really liked your general relationship headcanons with Samarie <3 and i was wondering if you could do the same but with Pocketcat?

Have a good day/night!

I'm glad you liked it, dear! I must consider myself lucky tbh ^^; thank you for appreciatin'!

I started with silly plot :3

I'm sorry for any mistake. I hope you will accept it <3

Pain, hopelessness, vulnerable, you strayed in a long path of decaying flesh that belonged to living people for once.

Stumbling with throping pain in your thigh, you were hit with an arrow from one of these guards, trying to get a key to free a man from his cell, and the mercenary thanked you by stealing your silver coins and a bottle of wine when you most needed it. You wonder how a human being can be this determined to be ridiculous in such situations.

You noticed a mechanism in distance, so you pushed against the pain and scooted to it. Standing near you saw it lead under the ground. You felt paranoid and thought if it's a good idea to go for it. But you already broke that question by stepping a foot into this monstrosity called dungeons.

You feel dizzy, you losing your mind, the feeling of elevator gose down doesn't make it any better. When you push yourself out, your pupils size up to collect as much light as possible. It's so dark. But you did notice the flying creatures above your head. You continue to wonder, hoping to find something useful.

The darkness with the sound of dripping water. The adrenal withering off, and all that aimless wondering made you tired. but You can't give in. If you closed your eyes, you might not be as lucky as last time. And when you finally felt you about to give up, you heard a man's voice.

"What do we have here~? A new traveller I see! Good to see you, It was so lonely down here."

You tried to figure out his shape. But it's only a wooden cat mask with neat purple clothes you usually see with nobles.

You draw your weapon out at him, fear and pain making your legs and arms shake. You already can't focus or fight nor run, but you hope if you tuff up, he will leave you alone. That worked a few times, right? but no... He got closer than your liking.

"Now now now... that's not how you greet someone nice."

"Back off, don't get any closer! Unless you want to become a meal."

"We will become a full course table if you keep this attitude."

He put your weapon aside with ease and absorbed you. He can straight away tell you are one slip away from insanity.

"Hmmm... I know What you need! and I have it right here.."

You watched him pull something out of his suit jacket many pockets, it's a bottle of wine!

"Can't talk to a custmer when they unwell~"

Your eyes glued at it, trying to reach out for it, but you too weak to even grasp it. Suddenly, you feel a strong hand holding the back of your neck painfully, forcing you to tilt your head up.

"Don't choke on it, dear."

He chucked the whole bottle down your throat, ironically making you almost choke. He let you go when you finished the bottle and sit on the ground near him. red wine tings your tongue and overwhelm your taste buds. Trying to catch your breath and collect your mind.

"You're welcome~ and since you've been good enough to finely meet me in such gloomy place, you don't have to give me anything for that bottle."

You only starred at him. You felt disturbed and comforted at the same time. You still not sure if you want to finely rest a bit.

"Enjoying the view? I'm flattered if you say so."

You didn't say anything, but he wasn't mistaken. It's quite comforting with this shade of purple and non bothered behaviour in such a place. And so on, you finally passed out.

...........

You don't know for how long you passed out, but the man stayed there in the same position without moving an inch, watching you. You realised how much pain you actually have, from the injury in your thigh to how stiff you are.

"I see you up, sleepyhead! How about we probably introduce ourselves, hmm?"

Good, you're not poisoned, and still have your limps together. You approached this man and thanked him for his help. You found him quite a gentleman. Until he explained he doesn't need gold or sliver to exchange. He really did break that picture of him, huh?

"although I usually keep things in business, my dear custmer. I won't mind for us chatting for a while, if you like."

━━━━━━━━━━ × ━━━━━━━━━━

Besides his weird behaviour and disgusting desires, He is a gentleman to some degree.

His chatting and topics that are not related to the dungeons make you feel a bit at ease. You already have too much in body and mind.

He compliments you quite a lot. Half of them come off creepy and try to brush it off. And the other half truly uplifts your mood.

prefers your company more than anyone else, and if there is someone else with you (besides children and moonless), he won't try too hard to talk to them or just straight-up ignore them.

No, He won't join your party. He's a merchant, you silly!

He will give you fake excuses he's weak (not caring if a child is stronger than him, or when he crushed your neck when you first met him) and is not interested in your little adventure.

He's trying to do his role, my dear.

He will give you hints to places to find something necessary. And if you are lucky enough, you will find it close to him.

You find it amazing how monsters and creatures lose interest when you near him. although, Don't use him too much, table may turn on you.

You better hide whatever child you have if you care about your relationship. He will indeed become upset. And more upset till he snaps at you.

When you sit near him, you swear you can hear him purring.

he won't hold into you for so long, just in case you die. Would he be capable of bringing you to live? That is something he must ask his master.

He's quite strange with physical touch. Sometimes, he is shameless, and sometimes, he is extremely bothered.

He just enjoys your company, maybe more than you do.

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And that's it <3 see you later :D

[sergeantgoggles]

I don't suppose you'd be up for doing a Fox/Thorn from the heart list 💜 surprise kiss/impulsive kiss pls??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This ended up being more of an "accidental kiss" but it's still definitely a surprise, lmao!

I don't usually play with the Corrie boys, so my sincerest apologies if I get them all wrong. I actually had to ask my Discord server what their personalities were because it's just not a group I find myself writing or reading anything about.

BUT! I wanted to give it a shot, and I hope my take on their relationship does them justice in your eyes!

.

“For the last time—”

“I know, I know,” Thorn threw his hands up in surrender, but the grin that curled on his lips couldn’t be wiped away. He leaned into Fox’s space, noses nearly brushing as he spoke, “I’ll make sure things are taken care of and that Senator Amidala gets the message from the Chancellor.”

Fox scoffed and ignored the rising flush on his cheeks as he turned back to the window looking out over the bustling city. This was ridiculous. He and his men should have been out there in the fight, getting dirty, knocking out clankers as they marched on. Instead, they were stuck on this sleepless planet as personal bodyguards and errand boys to Chancellor Palpatine. Honestly, he was more tired now than even after he’d had the floor wiped from under him in the hardest training simulation on Kamino, and this cheeky Commander wasn’t helping anything.

…Okay, he was. He trusted Thorn. There were few like him. He had the charisma of a man that had seen the galaxy despite hardly leaving Coruscant and the strength of a hundred shinies in just one fist alone. …Maybe Fox was exaggerating. Still, the point remained that he didn’t hate Thorn.

He just wished he would stop looking at him like that.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, feeling Thorn’s gaze raking over him.

Suddenly there was breath on the back of his neck, and Fox barely fought the shiver that raced up his spine. “Thorn—”

“You didn’t dismiss me, Commander.” Thorn’s voice was lower, deeper than it had been just a moment ago, wasn’t it?

It didn’t matter because Fox caught his gaze in the glass’s reflection, and he absolutely could not hide the way he’d bit his lip to keep himself from making a fool of himself. All he needed to do was give him permission to leave, right? Then he would be out of his hair for the time being and he could make himself another cup of caffe, or, if he was lucky, he could sneak in a five minute nap. That should suffice, shouldn’t it?

Fox stood a little straighter, then, “you’re dismissed.”

Thorn didn’t move.

“Did you hear me?” Fox questioned, glancing over his shoulder. He couldn’t actually see Thorn, but he could still feel him at his back, and the hairs on his neck stood as Thorn chuckled.

“Sorry, what was that?”

Fox grit his teeth. This man was unbelievable. Just who exactly did he think he was?

As Fox turned to face him and lean into his space as Thorn had done to him earlier, two things were made immediately obvious. For one, Thorn had been closer than he’d anticipated, and second, their lips were slotted together. It was a little awkward since Fox had had his mouth open to yell at him, but Thorn easily rolled with it, slid his tongue along his, had him whimpering before he could stop himself.

But that was where Fox stopped himself.

He jolted backward, putting himself against the window. In hindsight, it was only more of an invitation for Thorn to crowd him, and he did, stealing another kiss from him before he was able to come to his senses entirely.

“Thorn, s-stop,” Fox breathed, or maybe he didn’t. He was dizzy with heat, confusion written all over his face. Didn’t he just want this man gone? And now…

Thorn nodded, however, giving Fox the space he’d asked for without question. If Fox had his wits about him, he’d have seen the equally confused expression on Thorn’s face, and the flash of worry that lingered in his honey eyes.

“Fox—”

“You’re dismissed,” Fox repeated what he hadn’t been able to the first time and watched as Thorn hastily gathered himself, tossed his bucket back over his head, and left him alone.

Fox touched his lips, already missing the feeling of Thorn there.

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

My darling, I am very tired to be able to speak to you again with clarity. Since yesterday morning I have the impression of no longer living in time. These days are excruciating and the horror of these hours spent waiting for the funeral that will return me back to a loneliness that I will try to get rid of is indescribable. Never has the public life that my father led and my own life weighed me down so much. The telephone rings without giving me a minute's respite. The door keeps opening in front of people whose names I don't even know. The letters and telegrams pour in, and I literally have to resort to lying, to cunning and from time to time to anger, to follow my father's wishes and prevent people from coming to the funeral. 

Fortunately Pitou is there to deal with all the blows and to face everyone. Dom Juan has been a wonderful big brother to me and for me to say that, you really have to have earned it. As for Feli, I will never forget the time she spent with me. Apart from them and Andión* who never left my side for a second - which, by the way, exhausted me, more than anything else - I only saw two of my father's friends for a moment, Pierre Reynal and Pommier who came to embrace me. Angeles and Juan, always extraordinarily faithful. As you can see, I have nothing to complain about. I am surrounded by true strength and warm friendship. I need it, because, alone, I don't know if I would have the strength to stay calm and not scream my disgust at those who, after helping to kill my father into oblivion, the exile of the heart and the misery of the worst moral and physical suffering now want to set him up as a hero. 

The telegrams, the phone calls, the cards, the visits accumulate, and little by little, as revolt and grief give way to fatigue, I am left with a terrible nausea that does not leave me. My day is full of struggles and disgust of this order for the moment. In efforts to remain standing. In joys of gratitude too. As for the irretrievable loss of Dad, I confess that I have not yet fully realized it, except in very fleeting moments. Then the dizziness is such that I refuse to stop myself there. From time to time, I even get a giggle out of it. I am not the only one. Those who knew my father well, react like me. Feli and Pitou, for example. Perhaps it will seem abominable to you, but he had accustomed us to laugh at certain things, to find certain customs grotesque and ridiculous, and this in such a way that now when they unfold around him, they take on the look that he had wanted to give them. 

I do not want to write down details. I will tell you about it one day. But I'm telling you here, because it seems to me that this is the greatest tribute that can be paid to him. It seems to me that it is an extraordinary triumph for him to accompany me after his death in such a lively way. Me and the others, because for every detail he had planned a comment that we can't help but recall, smiling, even laughing, loving him especially, and almost yelling at him for putting it in our heads. Since yesterday morning, there has not been a minute of silence in this house and almost all the words are his words. That, without search, without effort, involuntarily. What other living memory can you ask of a man who is gone? 

He struggled to the end, desperately lucid. Towards the end, only the spirit lived. And he continues to live beyond the end. These are not meaningless words that I am saying to you. It is the expression of an astonishing and deep feeling which does not leave me, and which stuns me with beauty. But I don't know how to explain it. I have always had an unrestrained admiration for my father, although in the family, it is not customary to praise one another. Now it is a worship, and not born of myth, but of what there is in the world, except more real, hotter, and more alive. To have known him, to have loved him, to have watched him live and die, this is a beautiful treasure to keep jealously. To have been his daughter, it is and will be one of my greatest prides and marks for me an existence that must always remain worthy of him. 

Today, I don't want to stop to wonder how I will get through this existence. Just thinking about it makes me miss my heart. But my world is not deserted, you are there; but, do you know, my darling, without knowing it my love for you, it helps me a lot to love you very much. My mother. My father. The only two people in the world who belonged to me and who have possessed me entirely apart from you. Now all I have left is you, you alone. Here I am all yours. A little diminished, amputated, sore, but also gathering in me all that they have brought me, taught me, all the riches they have left me. All of this, in a jumble, a little messy, and I give it to you without reservations. I only ask you one thing: to keep you, take care of yourself, your health, your happiness, your strength, so that you can draw from it the strength to live. 

Oh my darling, watch over you, watch over us. My courage is at an end. I can't take it anymore. Look after yourself, heal yourself to join me as soon as possible and bring me new energies! Do not worry about me. What counts for the moment is your health. From near or far, you are always with me. Don't feel sorry to be away from me. It doesn't matter. You are here, under this sky, you are alive, my dear love, and I know better than ever the price of the life of someone you love. I'm crying. You see? This is the first time since yesterday morning. These are the first tears. You see? From near or far you put in me the same sweetness. I love you.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 18, 1950 [#200]

* Sergio Andión, Spanish exile, friend of Maria Casarès' father.

[nugatorysheep]

Wip Title Game

Tagged by @novantinuum

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs

I am not tagging 50 million people so @extranuts @flaretheskywing @dragonuva @roseetube post some WIP titles cowards

I have several docs that are just meant to be informative that I'm not listing because there's not much to talk about with them, and a TON of unfinished art that is like pre 2022 that will def not get done ever so its been yeeted into my Untouchables folder and also isn't listed here lmao

For convenience, I've taken out any duplicate files that are the same thing but in a different format

As you can see I have three brands of naming conventions for my files: Objective, Boring Name that just Is What It Is, Song Title and/or Lyric, and Shit Post Cause I Was Tired

Lord help me I have SO many WIPS

(Non-Informational) Writing Wips:

Bad End FOM Fic Beguiler of Wills Burning despair does ache Chapter 9: What does it matter how my heart breaks Drabbles Druidbreak Ficlet FOM WIP Doc Glimpses of life denial WIP IDK what to call this but yeah IEOE stuff idk Intermission XXX: Separate Ways Intermission XXX - Last moments of pure recall Intermission XXX - Look in my eyes she still holds the power Intermission XXX - The way ahead feels lonely Intermission XXX - Loss of want back there Pit AU - Editing Prism R&C Soundtrack Breakdown Six Forty Seven Slug it out Tell Me Something Good

Art Wips (I have a million of these):

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[inviisiiblelee]

I'm still very late to RadioStatic Week, to the point that it doesn't even really matter except for the fact that I promised myself I would write these prompts. Distress was the longest at 7.2k words, but the current prompt for "Canon Divergence/7 Year Absence" is also already 4k and still in the works. And I still plan to do prompt 6, for the Human AU.

But have a sneak peak since this one is taking eighty years to finish.

Alastor did not hesitate, stepping towards and through it in less than a moment. A dizzying free fall for a few seconds, but then his feet touched the ground and he could feel the heavy fog of Hell all around him again. It had been … how long? Only a few months. Three months, one week, and a day. He could decipher the seconds, if he so chose, but he was immediately refocusing on the fight that he could see and hear across the street.

The frequency wasn't quiet. Vox's thoughts, loose during this attack, were leaking through, unfiltered. He could hear each quiet plea, and the low pitch of the frequency's distress signal. He hadn't been able to hear it before, but it had clearly been going off for some time. Not surprising.

‘Finish it. I'm so tired.’

Idiot.

But he was here now, and he would handle this, like he usually would. Shadows rose from the concrete around him and … launched forward. It happened very fast. Alastor was quiet, had snuck up on the group of four sinners attacking Vox, sufficiently distracted, and to pull one away from the TV demon was easy. For his shadow figures, large tentacles grasped each of them, squeezing the life from their bodies. The air filled with static, radio feedback echoing along the street and through the alley.

“When did you come back?” one of the sinners gasped, trying to wriggle free of the oppressing shadow.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” Alastor muttered, but his eyes were on Vox, who was barely looking at what was happening.

‘Why did they stop? Did they leave?’

Vox was clearly out of it. He would finish this quickly then. They needed to talk. He had been given no deadline to return, after all, and this was getting ridiculous. His fingers closed tighter around the neck of the sinner he had, and his shadowy servants did the same before pulling them down into a rift in the ground. He drove his free hand through the chest of the sinner he held, grasping his heart and yanking it from his chest. They were genuinely powerless, anyway, and Alastor dropped the heart immediately, as well as the body. Both hit the ground with a soft thud, and Alastor took a few steps closer to Vox, who finally seemed to be looking up...

[dumb-dogdyke]

• banger time with my girlfriend • gender-neutral OP • MDNI

I was stroking her clothed cock for my own amusement for quite a while now, enjoying her rapid breaths and frustrated groans, but the way her hand pressed against mine to get me to grope her harder, I could tell she was in need of some real relief, although my wrist was getting tired.

So, she grabbed my hair and dragged me down gently, still groaning. I kissed her chest and tummy, then impatiently shoved my nose in her clothed crotch, following her movement.  She sat up on the couch and closed her eyes in anticipation, sighing, while I kneeled in front of her. I watched her pull her pants down to her knees, a warmth sensation growing in mine. Her cock was barely out that I'd already taken it in my mouth, sloppily sucking on it up and down. My clit pulsed when I felt her hand on my head, petting my hair and guiding my movement all at once. "Good puppy" she groaned as I kept it steady, entranced by the smell of her heat.

I meekly whimpered too, mouth too full to let out a real moan. This was getting me ridiculously horny and she could tell. As I slowed down to take the time to taste her on my tongue, she cupped my face with one of her hand and stroke my cheek.  I let her out of my mouth with a wet pop to catch my breath under her touch, my eyes, slightly wet from the gagging, meeting hers. "You really do love it, huh", she said with a smirk. All brattiness gone from my body, I nodded and drooled all over her cock, desperate to taste it again.

I heard her snicker above my head but got too embarrassed to make eye contact this time. She picked up on it and actually pushed my face in this time, grinding it against the drooly mess I made out of her crotch. Her strong smell was inescapable and I could feel the slick in my boxers dripping. I licked the base of her shaft and her sack and as I made out with it, I heard her say it :"Yeah, get the balls too, puppy. I know you wanted to, don't think I've forgotten the stuff you reblog on Tumblr"

It was so unexpected that I audibly moaned and gripped her thighs, sucking her balls, my nose pressed against her pubes. She knew. And if she read that, then maybe she also read about...

Right as my dizzy head started putting thoughts together, she stood up and guided my head along. "I've got an idea" Panting and salivating in anticipation, I readjusted my position and hungrily took her cock back into my mouth, my hands on her ass cheeks. She began to quickly thrust into my mouth, holding my head with both her hands, eyes shut as she sighed in pleasure. I could feel my brain shutting off, mesmerized by her rhythm and her smell and her taste and her girth... "That's what you wanted, huh? Not much of a talker, are we now? God, you love it so much puppy. You so love my cock. That's right. Keep at it"

The longer she face fucked me, the less sweet her tone became. She was slamming it down my throat, balls dangling on my chin, as I purposely let out whines to get her to thrust harder. "That's all you're good for... sucking cock. Yeah, not much else to do, eh? Empty brained. Meant to take my cock. Oh, puppy you should see yourself. Yeah, look at yourself, actually."

She turned my head to the side and I opened the eyes I had shut to taste her better to find that I was kneeling besides a large mirror. And I could see myself all right. My cockdrunk gaze was looking right back at me and what I had wrapped my lips around. I whimpered in embarrassment but she kept my face facing the mirror, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Look at yourself". I watched the cock take my whole mouth, her hand gripping my hair to keep me still.

I let out another moan and stretched out one of my legs to get her foot to grind against my puppycunt. At first confused with what I was searching for, she burst out laughing when she realized. "So needy you need something to hump against, huh? Unbelievable" Anything would've felt good against the heat inside my boxers but the pleasure to absentedly grind it against her leg, truly like a dog in heat, while sucking her cock like a good bitch was truly unmatched.

[mossmotif]

RINGS AND CROWNS

✿ ao3 ✿  prince!gojo/stable hand!reader summary: You leave many things unsaid when it comes to your own feelings, so much so that the action comes easily even with the person who has grown closest to you. Perhaps an ill-timed joke is what will push you to work towards healthier things. tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Reader is a Stable Hand, King Gojo Satoru, Non confessional confessions, it makes sense I promise, touch as a love language, Fluff, Feelings, Not Beta Read notes: HI!! you guys have no clue how fun this was to write, i really do hope its enjoyable!! also, if anyone is interested i do have a very small scrapped scene from this that i may post on here. anyway, feel free to leave any comments and thanks for reading xx

When Satoru first fakes a proposal to you, you had felt a dangerous uncertainty for the first time in years. The passing joke left you feeling oddly wound up. The horses even seemed to sense your change in mood—the stiffness of your hands—when Satoru ushered out in a hurry you chose not to notice. His white hair disappeared behind century old wood like a sign for you to call after, but you didn’t. His crown was blinding underneath the setting sun, like an aggressive lighthouse. 

He had no ring, only his words and convincing grin. You were laughing at first, at the way he bent at the knee and professed his love for you, how he had loved you since you were both small children, even though neither of you had met each other until late childhood. Then he grabbed your hands, and for a split second you imagined him younger and with a paper crown dawning his head; you’re sure he would run through the woods in confidence with his faux sword and shield. You’re sure that he dreamt of being a knight before the people around him had told him that was wrong. 

And maybe the thought (the touch) changed the safety of your expression. It formed into something much too soft for him to handle. 

You caught yourself, your mind nearly splitting when you shook your head and mustered a smile that fit his. “You’re making a fool of yourself, Satoru.”

He laughed. He got up. Your breath may have been shaky when he finally let go of your hands. 

Grooming the horse does not come back to you as naturally as it should once you finish remembering the memory. You aren’t exactly sure why it continues to haunt you, your mind riddled with him as something other than what he was. The idea itself should have been laughable because his place in your life is nothing but secure; and yet you’d failed to when the time came. 

You imagine him: intertwined hands, quiet conversations, and whispered promises. The borderline fantasizing has you spinning in circles. It’s as if your maturity is ripped away from your hands. You push through your days like a clumsy dancer: catching your feet against tall blades of grass, focusing on the sky to keep from getting too dizzy and with your arms clenched tightly to your chest. Never reaching. 

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Spring is in full swing and the horses can finally graze along the new grass. You watch them diligently, keeping a time in the back of your mind. It’s a good distraction from the feeling of Satoru’s hand picking at the grass so close to yours. Every once in a while his pinky will jut out while yanking at roots and graze against yours. You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose to try and spur something out of you.

The afternoon breeze carried his voice, making it sound gentle, a little tired. “I think I’ve finally found something I’m no good at.”

You hum in response, still looking ahead at the horses. Most of them have stopped grazing by now, copying the two of you and laying in the grass to bask in the sun. 

Satoru's hand brushes against yours again. You could easily mistake it as him reaching out. 

You bite back a smile that would be too telling and turn to see him. The sight is ridiculous: a king trading his beautiful golden crown for one that’s been crudely made. He’s overly concentrated on the task, the tips of his fingers are beginning to tinge green.

The crown is misshapen, bulging at some curves and concaving at others. Some of the stems are too loose to hold themselves together, fraying at all ends and tainting any sort of cohesive look Satoru was trying to achieve. It isn’t delicate or anything relatively close to pretty, but he holds it as if it were his actual crown.

“It isn’t so bad,” you say. It really is your honest thought. 

Satoru brightens considerably, a proud grin overtaking him at your light praise. 

“People really are wrong when they say flattery will get you nowhere,” he sings. You want to tell him it isn’t flattery, that anything he holds will be beautiful, but your breath is punched out of you when he leans further into your space fluidly. “You haven’t made anything.”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” You peer down at him delicately, drinking in the look of the golden sun on his cheeks. 

If clarity were human, you think he would go by a different name; and maybe he would look at you more than you let yourself think. Maybe the both of you think of different things in the same way.

“Should have known to read my mind then.” Satoru raises his head to look at you, gesturing to the creation on the floor. “How many of these have you made? I bet thousands.”

You shake your head, as if to push away nostalgia, “I only knew how to make flower rings.”

Tiny, little things meant to fit onto chubby fingers. Strong enough to withstand the clench of a fist and a pinky promise and the tight clasping of hands. You cannot remember the face of the last person you gave one to. Your hands used to be so much softer. It felt safer to make them before, it felt safer to grab another person’s hand and have them wear it with a smile. The interaction was pure, childish, and everything was meant to be; the two of you are missing teeth and then fall into the grass after spinning for too long. Maybe they lose the ring and ask you to make another, and that is meant to happen too, because the grass is still there and children still like to spin and fall. 

“Crowns are like bigger rings,” Satoru notes. 

You chuckle, imagining someone with a band large enough to fit around their arm. “And rings are like smaller crowns.” 

Satoru’s smile is dangerous this close, too similar to stunning. His charm is hard to deflect when it begins to seep into your skin; like the sun, like seeing the world again with a friend. How many times has it felt this way? His hands are larger than yours now, he’s taller, his voice is fuller. Satoru sits next to you to enjoy an afternoon just like he had when he first came into the stables completely drenched in mud, but he’s so different. 

“So, which will it be?” he asks. “Ring or crown?”

You snort, watching the way his eyes widen amusedly at the sound. He’s trying to be serious, but he’s smiling too much. 

“What?” he asks through a laugh. “I’m sure if you pick the crown that the council can figure something out for you. We could have a ball for your coronation.”

“Could we dance?” you ask.

A hand is next to yours again, this time too firm to pass away as anything else. Clarity. Maturity has never been lost to you. Rather, a resemblance of what you have lost has been staring you in the face for years, laughing with you, laying by your side in green fields, and reminding you of forgotten things. 

“It wouldn’t be a memorable ball without dancing would it?” He raises an eyebrow. “Assuming you do know how to dance.”

You only return his taunt with a scoff. “And if I pick the ring?” you question. 

One of the horses sighs when another moves to sit next to it. The grass rustles and flattens under the weight of their hooves. The interaction tears your attention away from Satoru knowingly, you let it happen, feeling your question hanging in the air; like Satoru’s holding it up to the sun in order to get a better look. Would that look beautiful too?

Everything becomes so loud, so bright, when Satoru’s hand finally makes its way to yours. And for a split second, you think of returning to distance, reverting to the roles of ground and sky, separate and only gazing. But for once, you’d like the sky to crash into you. 

“Would it not be the same thing?” he finally answers. “Rings are crowns and crowns are rings.”

You consider his response, bringing your free hand up to your face, trying to cool the rising heat pooling there. 

“You stole my line,” you accuse. 

“I came up with the last half!” he defends. “We’ll call it a group effort if it’s ever published in a book of sayings.”

You sigh, pretending to consider the offer. “That was uncharacteristically fair of you, Satoru.” The sentence comes out quietly as Satoru laces his fingers between yours smoothly, like they belonged there.

He scoffs, as if offended by the comment. “Of course. You’re king is kind, you know.”

You feel him frowning but know it is nowhere close to being genuine. The hand that has laced its way into yours is warm and relieved and content. The crown Satoru fabricated lies between the two of you, exactly how it was meant to be.