#i could distract myself from it if I wasn’t fucking stuck in bed with the flu

[spacetimesystem]

Unholy screeching

hate passive influence hate cofronting hate being blendy hate it hate it

[rotthepoet]

Wait let me correct myself enz and theo threesome but she's really shy 🫠🫠

POOKIE IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I WANTED TO MAKE SURE IT WAS GOOD! MWAH, LOVE YOU!!!

Notes: I don’t think i’ve ever written a threesome before, and its been a long long time since I’ve written downright smut so bear with me🙏

Content: Hogwarts University AU, All characters are 18+, Drinking, drug use, threesome, porn without plot, piv, oral(both m and f), degradation and praising, leaving bruises, hair pulling, kinda choking?? , FEM READER, lmk if i missed anything my loves<3

It was all a blur really. One minute Slytherin was winning their last Quidditch match of the season, the next you were sitting in the corner of the common room deep below the castle as LED’s casted a layer of green over the clouds of smoke and vapor. You weren’t fond of parties. Not in the slightest. You liked keeping to yourself and your select group of friends. Alas, your select group of friends tended to be extroverts who simply… decided… they liked you, and these extroverts tended to like parties. They like you too. So why not combine the both?

So you sit quietly in the corner, laughing and smiling when one of your friends came to check on you, just so they didn’t worry. It’s not like you were completely bored, maybe a few drinks in you started taking candid pictures of your dancing friends, and as you became comfortable with the noise level and crowd, you joined in with them much to their excitement.

The night was a dream, really. Hands all over you, maybe your friends, maybe some strangers. It didn’t matter anymore. You felt good, distracted enough by the alcohol and second hand smoke in your system to let loose.

Theodore Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire were good acquaintances of yours. Maybe even friends if you squinted hard enough. Regardless, it wasn’t too much of a shock whenever you found their hands on yours.

“Never thought we’d see you at a party,” Enzo would say, his breath hot on your ear as he moved slowly behind you, his hands resting on your hips.

Theo would laugh and run his hands up to your waist, looking into your eyes with his bloodshot ones, “It’s a nice change… and you do look good.”

It’s really a blur after that. A drunken blur of groping and soft kisses along your shoulders. The heat just kept building in your lower stomach, and you didn’t argue whenever Theo asked you if you wanted to go to his room.

The idea didn’t even fully click in your head until you were topless on Theodore’s bed, letting Enzo graze his fingers over your perky tits. Stuck between the two men, feeling that pleasant buzz from the liquor and arousal, how could you ever say no?

They’re so gentle with you at first, letting you set the pace and curiously explore their bodies. Enzo’s between your legs long enough to have you seeing stars. His tongue swirls over your clit, his strong hands pressing your legs to your chest. He’s wet and messy, letting your combined slick and spit soak the sheets below you. He’s holding you so tight that it leaves bruises in the morning, and only grips tighter the more you squirm. During all this, Theo is leaving hickies all over your body. Your shoulders, your chest, your sides, hips, thighs, everywhere. He’s stroking his length slowly, teasingly, letting your watch as you whine and squirm as you’re marked. As he makes his way down your body, his deft fingers find your neglected and overly sensitive hole.

Theo is slow. Agonizingly slow. It feels like forever as he’s rubbing his fingers across your cunt, spreading you out for Enzo, laughing softly as you cry for him to finally fuck you. When he pushes his middle finger in, you let out the most delectable sound, and he barely pushes another into you before you cream all over him and Enzo. He fingers you through your orgasm, grinning at Enzo as your whines and cries quicken from the overstimulation.

Unfortunately for your well loved pussy, they’re not done. They’ve been so generous and helpful, the least you could do is take a little but more. Just for them, right sweetheart? And of course, like the little slut you are, you take it like a good girl.

It’s like a switch really. As soon as you nod your pretty little head, your breathing almost steady when they finally release you, you’re gripped by the hair and pulled up.

Enzo’s lips find yours in a messy, searing hot kiss as Theo manhandles you onto your knees. Whoever is gripping your hair doesn’t let up, even as Enzo finally leaves your bruised lips be.

It’s not for long though, not for long at all. As soon as Enzo pulls away, the tip of his cock kisses your lips, smearing his pre along the already wet skin. It’s daunting really, his size looking too big to fit in your tight cunt let alone your mouth. Your head is lifted, forced by a tug of your hair, and Lorenzo can only grin at the worried expression on your cute, fucked out face.

“Our girls a little worried, hm?”

And Theodore laughs behind you, a condescending sound that sends shivers up your spine. “She’ll be fine. Hasn’t broken yet, has she?”

It’s Theo’s tip pushing into you that makes you finally gasp, leaving Enzo to sheathe himself in your wet mouth. Count the seconds, because you only get a few before they’re using you like a fleshlight.

Theodore is ruthless, gripping your hips as he bucks into you like a man in heat, his heavy balls slapping against your clit in a frenzy while he grunts. Each thrust forces you deeper onto Enzo, his own hands gripping your hair to keep you steady.

“Such a pretty thing, isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah, especially like this. You’re having fun, aren’t you, pet?”

And you are having fun. So much fun as Theo reaches new depths inside of you, and Enzo’s cock hits the back of your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks and drool down your chin, dripping to the already drenched mattress. Their thrusts are synched, filling you up at the same time, making you see stars, or maybe it’s Enzo’s freckles. You aren’t sure at this point.

You finish without warning, your walls clenching and spasming around Theodore whose pace stutters at the sudden wave of pleasure, and his hand grips your bulging throat to steady himself.

You sob tears of pure pleasure as Enzo groans, releasing his seed deep down your throat, holding you down at his base while you choke and whine around him.

Theo doesn’t last much longer after that, his grip tightening as much as he could without hurting you, before he pulled out and let his tip spurt onto your back, coating you in sticky, warm release.

Coated in cum, and throughly fucked, you let the remainder of Enzo spill from your lips when he finally pulls away. Slender fingers collect the remnants from your chin, and push themselves into your sore mouth.

“Deep breath, darling. You can do it again, can’t you?”

Tags: @helendeath @lilyravennablack

[mooki3-bear]

I Need You pt.2 (paige bueckers x black!reader

Part one <3

Summary: You and Paige finally unite

Warning: Just cursing

word count: 1757

Three months. It’s been three months since me and Paige went on our “break”. 

The first month was the hardest. Just a lot of crying, bargaining, rants, and Chipotle. I sat in my puddle of despair, wondering what Paige was doing.

What she was thinking, hoping the thoughts were about me.

My worst thought was thinking that she had moved on to someone new, or someone that has always been there.

The second month was the month that I told myself to stand the fuck up.

This month had its ups and downs. I moved in with my best friend who welcomed me with open arms. She’s been more than supportive since the very beginning. She comforted me, fed me when I didn’t feel like eating, and took the remote from my hands every time I felt like turning on a UConn game (I'm healing slowly but surely).

I even picked up a hobby! I started taking a ballet class to keep my mind off of things! My bleeding feet are a VERY good distraction.

The third month is when I felt like a new and healed me. My skin was clear, my curls were popping, my body was giving. I felt better.

However, no matter what I did or how much better I thought I was…I can’t get her out of my mind.

“Come on! You’ve been stuck in this house all day! It’s getting sad Mookie” my bestie, Quenlin, says while ripping the blanket from my body.

“My dance class got canceled today and new episodes of my show came out. I just thought I could lay here and wallow all day” I moan while pulling my hoodie over my face. I turn my head to see Quenlin shaking her head.

“Girl, you smell like ten cans of ass and your hair looks a mess. You cannot let this girl get to you like this” She turns to open the curtains.

The blinding light burns my eyes as I wince and pull a pillow over my face. She rolls her eyes as she lays next to me on the bed.

“Let’s go bar hopping tonight! You love that shit” she yells as she shakes my aching body! She wasn’t wrong, bar hopping was probably my favorite activity. I lay there and contemplate whether I should get cute and have fun or lay in the imprint I have made in the bed and cry.

“I’ll buy you Chipotle” and with those four words, I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and was ready to head out the door.

9:30 Pm

Me and quen were on our second bar of the night and I felt alive again. I had flashes of images of Paige in my mind throughout the night but I decided I would deal with that issue when I went home. 

“Girl, can you go order us some drinks? I gotta piss real bad” Quenlin said, doing the potty dance at her grown age. 

“Go ahead, and stop doing that shit” I laugh as she waddles off to the bathroom. I make my way up to the bar and order me and my friend vodka cranberries. 

I twiddled my thumbs waiting for the drinks, when I finally heard it.

“Hey beautiful” My body froze when I heard the voice I had longed for so much but also dreaded hearing. I slowly turned my head to see the beautiful blonde that had been occupying my mind for months.

She looked so good, but also drained.

Words tried so hard to leave my mouth but nothing came out.

“You look good. Like, good. Guess the break up was good to you” She lets out an awkward laugh as I am still in shock but gain the ability to speak.

“Eh. It was ok for me. A lot of crying hehe” I mentally slap myself, who the fuck says that. 

“Yeah, same” She looks down at her feet trying to figure out what to say next.

“Listen, can we talk, please? I wanna fix this. I-”

“Unh Unh! What are you doing here” Quenlin appears from thin air as she jumps in front of me to confront Paige. This breaks me out of my trance as I jump to defend Paige. 

“No, Quen! It’s ok! Me and her are just going to talk outside” I put my hands on my best friend's shoulders to calm her down. She turns to look at me and then back at Paige.

“Fine, but if you try some manipulative shit, it’s me and you” she pokes piage with her finger before walking away. Paige looks back at me “I never liked her. I just want you to know that.”

I laughed as I walked to the door, Paige following close behind. When we get a good distance away from the bar we stop and just look at each other.

I can tell she’s trying to find words to say, I couldn’t find any either.

We stood in silence for a few more minutes before one of us finally spoke.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made you feel like shit for so many months. You should have been my priority and I didn’t do that” Paige let out a shaky breath before looking down at the ground. I waited for her to continue but….she just stopped.

“Paige…that's not the only reason why I wanted to take a break. Yes, you ignoring me was a big part of it but there was so much more” She finally raises her head to look me timidly in the eyes.

I take a shaky breath before continuing. “It was the petty comments, the constant arguing, and the insecure feeling I always felt” I started choking up on my words, and the memories of me and the girl I love screaming at each other came flooding back.

“I'm sorry! I was just so stressed with basketball, the interviews, and the constant attention that I guess I got stressed” She quickly tried to defend herself, flailing her arms in the air.

“I understand how stressful that could be but…I would've been there for you. I could've listened to your rants, helped you during solo practice, and helped you calm down when you were nervous about an interview…but you shut me out and started bullshit arguments for no reason. I love you so much. I just wanted to help you” I felt a tear roll down my face.

I saw Paige’s face change from defensive to vulnerable in the middle of the conversation.

I let out a sigh as Paige drops her head, tears falling down her pretty face. “Paige, I love you so much. You’re probably the best thing that has happened to me in a long time” I take her hands in mine “but when we have an issue, you can’t just shut me out or brush it off. We need to talk. We need to express ourselves or else it’s just gonna get worse.”

Paige raises her head once more, looking into my brown eyes with her bloodshot blue eyes. “I know…I wanna be better for you baby. I will do anything to make it up to you. I just want things to go back to the way they were” She brings my hand to her lips, placing a tender kiss upon them.

I felt my skin turn hot as her lips connected to my skin, it’s kind of funny how we were together for so long and she still managed to make me nervous.

“I know it seems like an empty promise but I swear I will do everything that I can to make it up to you. I’ll communicate better and I will make sure to do everything that I can to remind you that you're the love of my…I can’t fucking lose you again y/n” she wraps her arms around my body, leaving another kiss on the top of my head.

On instinct, I wrap my arms around her to as I close my eyes to breathe in her perfume.

I was still angry with her but somehow I knew deep down that she was serious about wanting to be better for me. 

She pulls back to look into my eyes before she places an unexpected but loving kiss on my lips. I felt like I was floating on air as my lips touched the ones that they have been craving for three months. With this simple act, she knew that I forgave her 

As we pull away she rests her forehead on mine. 

“Can we just start over please, I miss you so much” Paige giggles while also sniffling. 

I let out a snort as I placed my hand on her cheek “Well we got a long way to go until we are back to the same place but, I think we’ll be ok”.

2 days later

“Ok! I think that’s the last of my shit” I let out a sigh of relief placing the last bit of my clothes back into me and Paige’s shared closet. I fell back into our bed, missing the smell of our sheets. 

I let out a grunt as Paige ran into the room and jumped on top of me. “Jesus Paige! I think you broke one of my ribs” I try to push her off of me as I let out a laugh.

Paige keeps her position on top of me as she puts her face into the crook of my neck. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm just happy you're back” she sighs as she kisses my neck.

“Ew, can yall wait to fuck until after I leave,” Quenlin says as she brings me some more of my stuff in from the car. I laugh as Paige finally rolls off me with a dramatic groan.

I walk over to Quenlin take the box of stuff from her hands and place it on the floor. “Thank you for letting me stay with you,” I say as I hug her.

“Of course, anytime! However, if this shit happens another time me and Paige are gonna have to tussle. You hear me” she yells towards Paige.

“I love you too, Quen” Paige blew a kiss to her.

Quen rolls her eyes before giving me a kiss on the cheek and leaving. 

“Why must y’all fight over me”

“Because you’re the most important thing to us, baby” Paige leaves another kiss on my lips before hopping back onto the shared bed that I will never leave again.

Y'all I am so fuckin sorry this came out so late! But here yall go <3

[cyborg-franky]

Comforting their partner

I think I needed this myself, who knows.

MODERN AU - SFW Ace x GN Reader Marco x GN Reader Rosi/Corazon x GN Reader

Ace

You’d been exchanging texts with Ace all day, and he knew you weren’t in a good place—stressed, tired, and burnt out. He spent most of his day sending you pictures of Stefan, his father's dog, and a large selection of dumb selfies and memes he’d collected.

It made you smile, made everything just a little less heavy to know he was right there for you even if you couldn't see him. You were so swamped with your chores and work that free time slipped through your fingers, leaving you further fatigued. 

You lay in bed, staring at your TV, feeling so sorry for yourself. Things just kept piling up, and you were about to burst from how much you stuffed down and pushed aside. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You bit your lip, not wanting to just burst into tears. You looked at your phone and saw nothing. Ace hadn’t replied in over ten minutes.

Maybe he’d finally passed out or was playing another game with his brothers.

You could feel the sadness creeping in until there was a tapping on your window. You opened your eyes and stared at your curtains. The same tapping happened again, and you sat up, pulling them open and almost jumping. 

Ace was outside your window, having climbed the tree. He was waving with a huge grin on his face.

“The fuck, Ace?” you huffed at him when you opened the window, and he slid in, getting his foot stuck and falling onto the bed below with a laugh and looking up at you. “Well, sounded like you needed a shoulder to cry on,” he shrugged from where he was making himself comfortable on your bed, kicking off his boots. Both of you wincing when they thudded to the floor. 

You sighed, your anger melting away as he held his arms up. He made grabby hands as you slowly leaned in, letting Ace grab you and pull you down against him. He cuddled you up to his side, your head against his chest, and you heard the rumble of his voice and his heartbeat. You closed your eyes when you felt fingers running through your hair.

“You wanna talk about it some more?” he asked, and you shook your head, draping an arm over his waist and sighing, breathing in his smell. It was always comforting, like a warm fire on a cold night.

“Alright, wanna watch funny videos?” he suggested, and you nodded. He got comfy, arm around you, and phone in a position you could both watch. 

The night ended up in your boyfriend's arms, just the two of you, silly videos to entertain you and take you away from your troubled thoughts.

Marco

He’d been texting you when he got a spare moment at work and worried about how you felt. He felt bad he couldn’t duck out of work to come, scoop you up in his arms, and kiss the bad thoughts away.

But he listened to you, let you vent, and even gave advice when you asked for it.

Thanks to Marco, you were currently watching a comfort show, curled up on the sofa and cuddled up in blankets as you tried to let the show distract you enough. Every so often, you’d message him. He checked in on his breaks, and although Marco wasn’t here with you, you felt connected and cared for anyway. He spoke so soothingly and calmly, like a soft breeze.

It was evening by the time he came over, knocking on the door andamiling at you, his half-lidded eyes full of love as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Come on, let's go for a ride,” he said, his car still running on the drive. You could hear his music faintly from the open window.

“Okay, where?” you asked as you grabbed your phone and keys and locked up. “Just around.” 

The wind ran through your hair, his hand on your thigh, and you both listened to your music as you cruised through the peaceful evening. You were just happy in one another's company, letting the night and his comforting aura chase away the sadness. 

He knew how much you needed to get away from the noise of the world around you, driving a little ways from the city, where the stars twinkled in the sky brighter than you were used to.

You soon pulled up to a late-night food place. Marco killed the engine, the music shutting off as he nodded for you to get out. “Let's get something to eat, or at least a coffee, yoi.” Marco smiled at you before getting out of the car.

Sitting in a quiet corner of the cafe, you both shared a plate of fries, not feeling super hungry. You sipped your drink of choice as he drank his coffee.

“So, want to tell me about what happened today?” he asked, his hand reaching across the table to find yours. The weight of his larger hand on yours calmed your jumbled mind enough to pick through the mental clutter. “Well… so this happened today, and I just am struggling with it… It’s silly though.” You said with a dry chuckle, thinking he would judge you for how dumb it was, how it didn’t feel like a real problem.

“Hey,” he squeezed your hand. “If it upset you, it’s not silly, okay?” You paused, thinking his words over, seeing the warmth of his smile. “Okay,” you nodded and talked it out with him.

Rosinante

He knew you’d had a rough time at work today; everything that could go wrong had. You were tired, exhausted, and struggling to deal with it. You messaged him on your lunch break, not wanting to vocalize what was wrong, just taking comfort in his messages.

All the heart emojis and silly selfies of him making a half-heart with his fingers, his big charming grin filling the screen as he beamed brightly. You sent one back, completing the heart he was sweet.

When you got home, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, the bad feelings dragging you down, making your feet feel heavier. You opened the door and took a deep breath, trying to feel better about just being home and away from the job that stressed you out,

“Hey!” Rosi said, a smile on his handsome face as he stood up, towering over you. He pulled you into a hug, keeping you close and not letting go. He didn’t want to pull away first. He wanted to give you the hug you needed.

When you managed to fight the urge to cry, you peered up at him and got a kiss on the forehead.

“I have something to cheer you up…” He said with a wink. Pulling away, he nodded to the basket on the table.

You looked through it: comfort snacks you loved, a movie you wanted to see for ages, and other little bits and pieces that he knew you loved, including a plushie you held to your chest and smiled back at him. “Thank you so much, Rosi. I love you.” I love you too, and I hope it helps even a little!

You spent the evening cuddled on the sofa, happily eating your snacks, wrapped in a blanket, watching the movie he’d bought. Rosi gently rubbed your leg, trailing fingertips up and down your skin to keep you relaxed and calm.

He knew you’d talk about it when you were ready. He was never the type to push or ask, knowing that when you felt up to it, you’d talk it out with him, and when you were ready to share, he was ready to help you. He took your hand and brought it to his face, kissing your knuckles. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thank you.”

[mrsriddlenott]

I just had this random thought of AngryBF!Harry x Fem!reader where she helps him through his anger in many ways.

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Warnings: Smut. Anger. Aggressive Sex.

“I just can’t get a break. I went all summer without a scrap of news, I’m behind on all my class work, and now Ron and Hermione seem to think I’m a bloody DADA teacher.” You and Harry sat on the edge of his bed as Harry held his head in his hands ranting. “It was all luck, why cant they get that. It’s not like I have any control over my life and when I’ll be attacked next.”

You and Harry had only been dating since the Yule Ball but were serious nonetheless. When he would need comfort after the death of Cedric Diggory and when no one could properly owl him, you were there. You were the guide that kept him from making too much of a scene, but with Umbridge pushing Harry every second with detention after detention, and denying every part of what happened last year, Harry was on edge even with you.

“Harry, you have to see where they’re coming from don’t you?”

“Not you too! Merlin of all people I thought you’d understand y/n!” Harry snapped often these days, you knew it wasn’t necessarily his words, you just wished he could calm down.

“I do understand Harry, but if I’m not going to be of any help, I’ll just go.”

“No y/n/n, you know thats not what I meant. I just can’t get even a bit of control anymore and it’s driving me mad.” And with that, you suddenly had an idea.

“Well, I can think of ways you can gain control cant you?” At the change in your tone Harry finally lifted his head to see you.

“What are you implying Darling?” His narrowing eyes were already dark with anger and he seemed unable to focus.

“Well I was thinking, next time you’re all strung out like this, you can always come to me. Don’t sit and yell at Umbridge just to get stuck in detention when you could be spending your time with me, Love.”

“Yeah, I like that idea y/n” Harry didn’t take a second to think it over as he seemed to light up with a bright smile, already over his prior annoyances.

At first it wasn’t anything inappropriate, after classes Harry would often storm into your dorm or pull you into his, already yelling about a DA meeting or something Snape or Umbridge did. You’d simply talk and cuddle until he was okay. Eventually Harry realized just how distracting kissing you was and before long would have you pinned to a wall with his lips on your neck at least once a week. When he had noticed how exhilarating it felt to be able to grab you from anywhere in the castle and drag you to his dorm just because he was mad, he simply couldn’t stop. He absolutely adored when you’d let go of control just for him.

And thats how you ended up here, on hands and knees in front of your very angry boyfriend.

“No one ever fucking listens, no one lets me speak…except you of course, hands.” His voice softened as he spoke directly to you. While you laid your hands on your naked back, laying yourself forward onto his bed, Harry took both your hands in one of his as the other lined himself up at your entrance, slowly letting his tip ease into you.

“I have less and less time for myself, I just want to be able to do what I want whenever I want,” Without warning Harry slammed into you fully, pushing himself forward and resting his bare chest on your back, lips next to your ear as he spoke, “That’s you of course.”

“Are you okay still? You remember what to say if you don’t want to continue, yes?” You nodded your head from where it was on his pillow, “Words Darling.”

“Yes, I say Snitch.” You were breathless already as you uncontrollably clenched around him, forcing a sharp sigh from the boy above you.

“Good girl” Harry whispered as he started an unrelenting pace, straightening himself and pushing your abdomen down with his hand on yours.

“You’re perfect y’know that? Bloody perfect stress reliever you are.” He laughed softly as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

He was pounding into you so hard his bed shook and the curtains began to part on their own. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your moans of Harry’s name filled the room.

He drove into you with force you had never felt before, he was quickly forcing you into your orgasm as his pace remained fast and hard against your g-spot.

“Fuck I wann- Ahh Fuck y/n I wanna look at you when I come.” Harry released your hands and held your waist tightly as he flipped you around plowing himself back in as if he never left.

Harry smoothed the hair off your sweaty forehead, keeping eye contact and smiling softly, before bending down to kiss you aggressively on the lips. His and your own moans being drowned by each others lips as he came inside you, your juices mixing as they slid out around him.

“Fuck, I’ve needed this all week,” Harry sighed breathlessly as he rested his head on your chest, not making any attempt of pulling out. As he yawned, you slipped your fingers through his messy hair smiling and breathing heavily, “I love you Harry”

“I love you too Darling”

~~

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ALL THE THINGS WE NEVER SAID | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

after 3 years you finally reunite with vinnie but it's not how you would like

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, ANGSTY, + some fluff, sex, alcohol ment, drug use (weed), making out, grinding, praise kink, emotional cheating idk, slight possessiveness

word count:  2.5k <3

The air is so salty on LA beaches.

It burns the inside of my throat whilst chlorine fills up my nose and salt in my eyes but the waves are nicer than Seattle. Warmer too.

I can feel the sand bed on my toes and shells scraping the sides of my legs as I float out peering and the sky and the way the shades of orange and yellow melt away at the baby blue and how the sun looks so majestic at this time.

I’m still slightly tipsy from the drinks we had earlier but I'm not incapacitated, it's just a nice buzz, it reminds me of when I lay my head down in the grass and I can hear the tiny shuffling of ants.

But apparently I’m still drunk enough to not hear my friends shouting from shore for me to come back until I feel a hand on mine pulling me out.

“Jesus, I thought you were gonna drown out there.” It’s Harvey, I love Harvey. He always smells like strawberries and smokes with me without judging.

“I wasn’t, let me like the ocean in peace you guys are assholes.” I retorted but I didn't stop walking with him back to the shore with my friends.

I fall back onto the plush of the towel as Harvey joins everyone else in a game of beach volleyball.

Well everyone except me… and Vinnie.

Vinnie, the same guy that I was inseparable for 10 years, now seeing him for the first time in 3.

The same guy I fell in love with at 13 and who broke my heart at 17. 

That Vinnie.

He’s sitting right in front of me in his shorts leaning back looking at everyone playing.

He has tattoos now and is much bigger. His hair is darker and face is more aged. He dresses better now and looks a lot happier but besides that he's still the same Vinnie.

I tuck my legs into my chest and rest my head on my knees, letting myself take in everything that changed about him to distract me from the cold wind tangling up my hair.

He finally looks back at me and something about it makes me still smile after all these years.

“M’ sorry I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” I mumble and then look away from him.

“Why are you sorry? I love seeing you.” He still has that same warmth in his voice that I fell in love with all those years ago.

“Just… I don’t know, I figured it’d be weird for you and her.” There's a maliciousness in my voice that I didn’t even know I could muster.

“Right… Allison.” He takes a deep breath, “ She likes you, don't worry!”

Allison, Vinnie’s new girlfriend of two months, she’s really sweet and a genuinely kind person but I can’t bring myself to like her.

I feel so pathetic, being in love with the same boy who hurt me all those years ago and who was able to move on whilst I stayed where I was. The same 17 year old stuck in bed the night Vinnie told me he loved me.

“Do you wanna go smoke?” 

I don’t think I’ve ever said no to that question from Vinnie but now it’s different.

“Shouldn’t you ask her first?” I say averting my gaze from him and playing with my nails.

“She hates when I smoke so probably not,” He gets up and walks to me giving me his hand, “Get up.”

…

“Get up!”

“Vinnie fuck off this shit is broken.” I stand up and shove the skateboard into his chest.

“C’mon you barely even tried it’s actually very fun, please I wanna teach you!” He says beaming in the sun and smiling at me whilst I try to clean the cuts on my legs.

“You're a shit teacher, Hacker!”

We’ve been at this skatepark for four hours and the only thing I can do is go in a straight line and wiggle a bit and Vinnie knows how much I hate things I don’t get the hang of quickly.

“You're torturing me Vinnie, I’m gonna leave here with a cut off leg or something!” I cry out

“You're gonna be fine, I'm not gonna let you get hurt.” He pouts in a faux puppy dog face

“I hate you so much.”

“Stop being a pussy!”

…

“Stop being a pussy Vin.” He’s been dragging me to this secluded part of the beach for 5 minutes

“My girlfriend hates smokers, I really don’t wanna get into another fight tonight.” He sighs

Another?

“Why don’t you try to quit? I know you want to, you hate smoking.” 

“It’s easier said than done- See we're here, you're just lazy!”

“Tell me something I don’t know, genius.” I half-joke

The view is nice, like really nice. It's so much quieter and less people means you can see the ocean without any distractions.

I lay down on the sand forgetting about the fact I'll be covered in it when I get up- That's a problem for me in the future.

He takes out a mini bong and packs it whilst I lay there and close my eyes.

This is nice, it reminds me of when we were younger. I was actually the first person to introduce Vinnie to weed and it kinda became our ritual, he would get the bing ready and I would wait patiently for him.

I can hear the bubbles and turn to look at him as he turns his head up, flexing his jaw and blowing the smoke out. 

He always looks so pretty smoking.

“Do you ever miss it?” I ask, purposefully vague.

“Miss what?” 

Us

“Seattle?”

“Yeah, especially during the summer. It’s hard to miss it that much when I come back every month to see my family.” He replies by passing the bong to me along with the lighter as I sit up.

“But you never come visit me?” I turn my head and he looks away into the ocean

“I know… I wanted to but everytime I mustered up the courage something would get in the way… Plus whenever I saw your pictures you looked happy, I didn’t wanna fuck that up.” 

“So your solution was to invite to to the beach with your new girlfriend and all your old friends instead of I don’t know, talking to your fucking bestfriend instead of ignoring her for 3 years making her feel like she fucked up?” It come out in a condescending tone

Every sour emotion that I held against Vinnie is bubbling up. Every emotion I felt when I saw a picture of him with his new friends, when he got his first girlfriend in LA, when he won that stupid fucking match and didn’t even reply to my dm congratulating him. 

“I know I fucked up trust me,” The bong is still in my hands, lying their idly like a forgotten childrens toy, “But even if I did talk to you whenever I would come back I wouldn’t even know what to say to you.”

“Oh fuck off Vinnie, you could have said anything, I was waiting for you to say anything. Apologies are two words but you couldn’t even muster that up? God I hate you so much.”

I don’t.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes in, “I’m sorry I stopped talking to you, I’m sorry I fucked everything up, I’m sorry I never actually told you how I felt, I’m sorry I made you feel like it was your fault, I’m sorry I ruined the friendship, and I’m so sorry I never said this earlier to you. Your my favourite person and I fucked everything over cause I was to scared of loving you.”

He breathes out.

We both just sit there in silence, I’m getting colder by the minute but I don’t move. The apology I waited 3 years for finally arrived but I don’t feel any better. I just wanted Vinnie to say something to make all the pain feel worth it and then everything to go back the way it was.

“It wasn’t entirely your fault for ruining the friendship.”

…

“You promise this won't ruin our friendship Vin.”

“I promise you, and you trust me so relax.”

His lips slot in between mine, he pulls me closer to him as my hands thread through his hair. 

It’s rough. I should have bought him new shampoo for his 18th.

“Your lips are so soft, I love them.” He whispers to me in between kisses as I lay my body over his and he guides my hips over his dick, rutting into him.

“You suck as dirty talk.” I giggle before going back to make out with him.

I let my lips trail down to his jawline leaving faint kisses there as he holds me close to him so I can feel the way his chest rises and falls. My hands drag down his torso and then up inside his shirt. My kisses falter as they reach his neck and I start sucking love bites into them and hear his hiss and whimper above me.

“Feels s’ good baby.” He breathes out, letting his hands rest at my waist as his thumb circles the area soothing the skins there.

When I’m done he flips the two of us over so now he’s above me with my hands pinned to my sides. 

He locks his lips into mine again, my whole body melts into the kiss, I lean into him, shutting my eyes, letting myself save the memory. I moan into his mouth as he pulls the kiss closer to him in a tantalizing fight for more dominance. 

As he pulls back, his eyes meet mine and I get lost in the honey brown, I study the features on his face at this moment, intent to not forget a thing. He looks back at me with a small smile.

His hands free mine and let me hook my hands around his neck. I pull him closer to my body as he kisses down my neck whilst his hands go under my shirt.

“Say you want this baby.” His gasps 

“Please, I need you so bad, I want you bad.” I beg

His hand undone my pants pulling them off leaving me in just my shirt and panties. 

Vinnie lifts himself up to take off his shirt, letting my hands graze through his body as he undoes his belt and pants and throws them on the floor, then taking his dick out of his boxer, pumping it up in his hand whilst reaching over into his dresser for a condom.

I lean my head back and stare into the ceiling waiting for him before he pulls my panties to the side and slowly lets his cock stretch me out as I arch into his touch.

His pace is relenting, I clutch his shoulder for stability and cry out into his neck, his thumb is circling my clit, his free hand holds us up and his eyebrows are knitted together in focus even though his lips keep kissing my body to make sure I’m okay.

“Feel good, you're not hurt angel?”

“No, fuck, god no, feels good Vin.” I say, barely able to make any full sentences.

It’s not long until I cum under him, I drag my nails across his back and scream into his neck to make sure I’m quiet enough and Vinnie rides me out through my high as a gasp and falls back into his bed. 

It’s not long after Vinnie comes and places a kiss on my forehead before getting us a towel and me some water to clean up. He gave me my favorite sweatshirt of his, a red Seattle shirt that I ended up cutting the collar off so it wouldn’t stay on my shoulder. 

“I love you.” He whispers before laying his face into my shoulder.

I end up falling asleep in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

In the morning I’m alone in his bed and in his house and I end up going back to my own, lying saying I was with a friend.

It wasn’t until that night until I got a call from Reggie telling me that Vinnie had left for LA last night.

I ended up giving Vinnie’s sweater back to Reggie.

…

“It might not have been my entire fault but I still left in the middle of the night, in my bed, in my shirt, without telling you.” He reminds me, snapping me back from reality.

I lie back down into the sand taking a hit of the forgotten bong and then placing it on my side, Vinnie copies me.

It’s quiet, I like it. 

Back home me and Vinnie would always sit in the same room doing our own things, he would game whilst I’d play with Poncho or message my friends. Being in the same atmosphere was relaxing for each other.

Now it’s just tense.

“Vinnie,” I look at him, “Do you ever miss me?”

He laughs.

“Everyday, every time I go to the beach, every time my friends talk about love, every time I remember home you're always there. I don’t think I could ever not miss you.” He turns his head to look at me.

I really do miss him. I miss going to his house after a long day, I miss skipping classes together and smoking weed, I miss telling him everything. I miss him so much it hurts.

“Everything could have been so different.” I chuckle

“Yeah, we could have both still be in University together, we could have both still be in Seattle. Hell could have actually gotten together.” He laughs but I finally look back at him.

We fall back into our comfortable silence letting the ocean waves wash over us. It's dark out now and you can see the moons and the stars. It’s calming.

It’s a short lived calm however since his phone rings and he jerks up to pick it up.

I don’t listen until I hear him call the person on the line ‘baby’. It’s Allison… his girlfriend.

Our time ’s up, so I pick up my things which are just myself and a bong whilst Vinnie ends the call and we walk back to where everyone is in silence.

We get back and Allison runs into Vinnies arms placing kisses all over his face and tugs him down to sit at the bonfire. 

I lean my head on to Harveys shoulder as I zone as I eat the burger he made for me but as I look up I see Vinnie staring at me but as soon as he sees me looking back at him he looks down at his plate.

Before we realize it turns to 1 in the morning and I’m ready to go to sleep. Harvey is dropping me off and Chloe is coming with us. 

Vinnie is leaving with Allison as she drags him away but he stops as he sees me.

Before Vinnie leaves he gives me a bag with something inside and hugs me without saying a word. 

It’s a hoodie. The hoodie. A red Seattle crewneck with a cut collar. The hoodie he gave me the night he told me he loved and then left. And he left again. Leaving me with nothing but his stupid hoodie and all the things we never said.

[adidastain]

motion and momentum

college matt stone x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration, fingering, handjobs), body worship (ish?)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), small disclaimer: the physics in this are based off of what i remember (i did not pay attention in that class at all) so bear with me i had to do some extra research

word count: 6921

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I could have finished these notes nine hours ago. I could have finished studying for this stupid test (which I was going to redo) nine hours ago. But I wasn’t. All ‘cause I couldn’t keep my eyes off of my tutor the entire time he read from the textbook. 

It was nearing December, so my physics professor kept giving us these little practice tests in order to prepare for the final exam. I guess all the studying that we had to do would help us in the end, but it fucking sucked. Now that the weather was changing, the Sun set earlier and earlier. The large library that Matt and I usually studied in had large glass windows that let in plenty of golden light in the late afternoon nowadays. It was nice. The only problem was that it had become an enormous distraction from the tutoring and had caused me to pay more than enough attention to my tutor himself. 

Now I was stuck in my dorm, damning myself for not paying attention beforehand. The stress of not being prepared for the test was keeping me from falling asleep, though I probably deserved it since it was my fault and my fault alone. It was way past curfew, meaning all major doors to get into the building were locked for the night. It was also storming heavily outside, and there had already been a number of times where the lights flickered on and off. 

There was absolutely nothing I hated more than physics, except thunderstorms. 

I thought about calling Matt and asking him to come over. He was in the same building as me; I remember that from that one time we studied together in his dorm on the weekend. That was yet another situation where I was desperate for his help at an outrageous time, but that was before I started crushing on him. Before I realized it, at least. 

I did want to study; I needed to. But I also didn’t want to be alone. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was scared of the storm and the dark. He didn’t need to know that. So I called him. 

“Hello?” a voice answered, deep and exasperated. 

“Matt? It’s Y/N,” I said softly. 

“I know,” He said. I could hear the grin in his voice. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said. I stood up and started pacing around my room in slow steps. I felt nervous for some reason. “Just, um, stuck on some of these equations for motion.”

I heard Matt laugh slightly over the other line. “You’re studying?” he teased. 

“I need your help,” I whined. I started to worry that he was going to turn me down. I’d had a pretty good feeling up until then. 

“I can imagine,” He laughed. I felt my cheeks turn red. 

“It’s not funny, Matt. I feel stupid,” I said. I rubbed my temples, staring at my feet on the floor. 

“Alright, alright. You’re not stupid. Tell me what’s up,” he said, grunting slightly as I assumed he was getting out of bed. 

“Can you come over?” I asked meekly, my voice lowering. I bit my lip and stared into space, waiting anxiously for his answer. 

After a long pause, I heard him sigh and mumble something that the phone didn’t quite pick up. “I guess,” he said. “It’s kinda late.”

“I’m only downstairs,” I smiled, hoping to convince him. My floor was all girls, and the floor above, where his dorm was, was all boys. “I have snacks.”

I heard another soft sigh, before he obliged. “Okay. But if you don’t pay attention, I’m leaving,” He said. The sound of rustling came through the other line, making me assume that he was packing up his stuff. I loved the way his stern tone made me feel sometimes. 

I bit back a grin. “Okay,” I said. “Make sure you bring your textbook.”

The dial tone rang in my ears before I could say “See you,” or anything like that. I felt kinda bad; maybe he was annoyed with me. He had every reason to be. I knew he’d help a few other underclassmen study sometimes too and there was no doubt that I was his most difficult pupil. 

Pretty soon, Matt was at my door in a baggy gray T-shirt and some dark blue basketball shorts. Something about the way the fabric hung off his chest and shoulders was so easy on the eyes. 

He had his bag with him and he set it down on the floor next to where I was sitting. He huffed as he lowered himself onto the shaggy rug, trying not to let himself crash into the ground. Matt’s eyes scanned me up and down, taking a moment to linger on my legs. I had a pair of short shorts on, so the entirety of both my legs were pretty much exposed for his viewing leisure. 

Matt cleared his throat and sighed, pulling his textbook out from his bag. He came in, no “hi,” “hey,” nothing. 

“Sorry for waking you up,” I said, setting my notebook in my lap with my legs crossed. My hair sat on my shoulders, still damp from the shower I took an hour earlier. Thinking about it, this was the first time he’d seen my hair down.

Matt looked at me, smiling slightly. I still worried that he was irritated with me, despite his calm, content manner. He looked tired. His short, curly hair was messy and his eyes looked a little puffy. 

“It’s fine,” He said. “I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.” 

His dainty fingers flipped through the textbook to land on a page with a bunch of different equations for calculated different parts of motion like speed, distance, and acceleration. Matt set the textbook down in front of us and scooted a little closer to me, taking a deep breath in before speaking. 

“Are you still having a hard time with the variables?” He asked me, looking into my eyes. He often made eye contact when asking me questions when we studied, but now it felt so much more intense than it usually did. He had a stone cold expression on his face that made me feel small and intimidated. 

“Yeah,” I squeaked. I’m struggling with the whole fucking thing. 

Matt leaned closer, taking my notebook and turning it towards him. Our shoulders brushed together and our faces were closer than ever before. To keep myself from having a heart attack, I moved so that I was leaning back against the side of my bed, staying a good foot or two away from him. 

He took a moment to scan over the work that I already attempted to do based on the practice equations he’d given me earlier in the day. “You have the right idea, you just- Do you have a calculator?” he asked, looking at the drawers behind him. 

I nodded, standing up to reach inside my bag on my bed. His fingers brushed mine as I handed him the chunky silver calculator. I swear to this day, I caught his eyes on me for a split second before I turned back around. I totally didn’t turn my back to him on purpose, definitely not. I definitely didn’t mean to put my ass in his face. 

“Show me how you put it in the calculator. I think that’s where you might be getting confused,” He told me, leaning close to me again. 

“It’s, um…” I mumbled. My hands trembled slightly as I pressed the buttons on the calculator, trying to avoid Matt’s punishing gaze. I felt extremely embarrassed. That is why I hated studying. “Initial velocity times the, um, time.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. I looked up at him, seeing his focused, patient expression as he looked at the calculator, then in my eyes. He smiled slightly, nodding as if to say “Keep going.”

“And then you add the acceleration times time and-”

“You forgot something,” he told me, raising his eyebrows. It felt awfully like he was teasing me somewhat. I had absolutely no fucking idea what he was talking about. 

Matt leaned forward and used the tip of his pinky finger to point to a spot in his textbook that showed the equation. There was a ½ that I was supposed to multiply the acceleration by that I completely forgot about. 

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed, still fucking humiliated. Matt made me feel so stupid. Not on purpose; he never said anything that made me feel stupid unless he was frustrated, which was rare and even then it wasn’t on purpose. It was just the fact that he was majoring in mathematics, so I knew he was pretty damn smart and could probably spend the time he spent on me doing something else. Something more worthwhile. 

I was grateful, obviously. For a number of reasons. Help was better than no help, and to be honest, he was nice to look at. He was pretty handsome in the face and he had a great smile with a little gap between his front teeth, with soft, reddish-brown curls of hair. His eyes were gorgeous; he had those grayish-greenish-blueish eyes that looked more blue on some days and more green than others. He also had muscular arms and dainty, elegant hands that looked strong at the same time. He was completely dorky, but it was quite endearing and kinda adorable sometimes.

I found myself completely distracted from the lecture he was giving me, my eyes lingering on his face and neck as he spoke. I noticed a dark freckle just below his jaw, and another one right behind his ear. 

“You’re not paying attention at all, are you?” Matt asked me, sighing deeply. I am now. 

“I am,” I said. “You’re very captivating.”

That seemed to catch him off guard. He looked down at his lap, rubbing the back of his neck. I thought I could see him blushing slightly. 

I crossed my arms, pulling my knees up towards my chest. I lifted my leg to nudge his arm with my toe. “You’re blushing,” I said, biting my lip. 

“It’s hot in here,” He said, lifting his head up. He didn’t look at me, pulling his textbook back into his lap. 

“I want you to try to do these three problems at the bottom,” he told me, pointing to the bottom of the page. I nodded, taking the textbook from him and setting it next to me, my notebook in my lap. “If you get stuck, let me know.” 

I watched Matt pull his own notebook out of his backpack, beginning to doodle something onto the page while he waited for me to complete the problems. I slowly copied the variables down along with the equations, stalling so that I had a little more time to stare at him. He’d bite his lip or his tongue occasionally while he worked, furrowing his eyebrows when he’d think about something on a deeper level. I peeked over my kneecaps to see what he was working on, seeing just a bunch of words and diagrams all over the page that probably worked for him organizationally. Unfortunately, when I went back to looking at my own notebook (once again, staring at him), his eyes were on me and he looked disappointed. 

“If you’re not gonna study, I’m gonna go back to my dorm,” he warned, smiling to soften his demeanor. “Do you need help with something?”

“Yeah,” I said, scooting closer to him. I perched up right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. Matt stared at me, confused, but quickly moved on to seeing what I’d done so far. 

I tilted my head up to look at him, giving him wide eyes with a soft gaze to hopefully show him that I wasn’t being difficult on purpose. I also thought that maybe the doe eyes would convince him to let up a little and take it easy on me. 

He sighed heavily, listening to me explain how I wasn’t sure what exactly to do after plugging the equation into the calculator and whatnot. They were two-step problems, so the variables moved around. Maybe I really was an idiot. Explaining the trouble I was having really just made me sound dumber and dumber. 

Matt didn’t look at me once while I spoke to him. He swallowed harshly a number of times, keeping his eyes fixed on my paper as he listened. Then he started explaining the steps, looking at me once in a while, while I didn’t look down at the paper a single time. 

He looked at me again, keeping his eyes locked with mine this time. I felt my stomach flutter as he bored holes into me. Matt sighed heavily through his nose, glancing down at my lips before turning his head away and rolling his eyes. 

“I guess I should go,” he huffed, closing the textbook and shoving it back into his back. I snapped out of my trance and panicked, grabbing ahold of his bicep. His skin was warm and I felt the muscle flex at my touch. 

“Wait, Matt,” I said, sitting up. He was already standing, my hand sliding down his arm to gently grasp his wrist. “Please stay. Please.”

I swallowed harshly, staring up at him through my lashes. I let go of his wrist and rested my hands in my lap. Matt exhaled, smiling softly as he sat back down and shook his head. 

“What do you want?” he asked gently. “Did you really ask me to come over to study? ‘Cause it really seems like you don’t want my help.”

“I do,” I said. “I just… I like having you around.” 

Matt bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his forehead. 

“You were in my dream last night,” I continued, pulling my knees to my chest and backing away from him. His head snapped up to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “It was… weird. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” 

“What happened?” he asked, tilting his head and resting it in his palm. 

What had happened was that we had sex in a bathtub, from what I remember. I never usually had dreams like that, but when I did, it was typically only about someone I was severely attracted to. Like Matt. 

“I don’t really remember,” I lied. “It was just weird.” 

“Hmm. Must have been pretty crazy if it’s been on your mind all day,” he said, raising his eyebrows. Matt looked at me, waiting for my response. I didn’t say anything; I had no idea what to say. He pretty much had me backed into a corner. 

He was right. All day, all the time I spent with him, I was just imagining what he would be like in bed. I figured he knew a lot of people, and he was severely attractive, so I couldn’t imagine him having any trouble finding a hookup every so often. I wondered if he’d been in any situations with the other underclassmen that he tutored, like the one he was in with me. Were there other peers of his that were falling behind because of their infatuation too? Or was it actually just me, and this was all uncharted territory for him?

I wondered if he even knew the effect he had on me. I tried not to make it obvious, but based on the fact that I never paid attention to his lecture and rather focused on the way his mouth and throat moved when he spoke and the way his eyes glistened in the light of golden hour, there was no way he couldn’t tell. 

My train of thought was cut off when Matt leaned forward, softly caressing my chin with one large hand. I gasped slightly, flinching at the contact. He leaned in close and traced my bottom lip with his thumb, looking deeply into my eyes with dilated pupils. I choked; there was no way he was going to get any words out of me at that moment. 

“If you can focus and stick with me to get through this one chapter,” He started, his voice reduced to a deep purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I will stay the night. Okay?”

I nodded, completely willing to obey him and do literally whatever he said. Matt grinned, glancing down at my lips for a brief moment. “Good girl,” he purred. He removed his hand from my jaw, pushing my hair away from my face. He leaned back, dodging me as I leaned forward in an attempt to connect our lips. “Get your notebook.”

My head was spinning and my cheeks turned red. I had to snap out of it if I was going to finish this unit or even get close to crossing the threshold with Matt. I was way more concerned about the latter. He had me wrapped around his finger. 

Matt watched me scramble to get my things together, a content smile on his face. I took a deep breath and laughed, trying to compose myself. He giggled softly, which didn’t help me at all. I’m glad you think this is funny. 

With some trouble, I managed to overall stay on task and focused for about an hour until we finished the chapter. Matt caught me zoned out a few times, but he kept giving me second chance after second chance, gently trying to steer me back in the right direction. He kept telling me that I was getting there and that I wasn’t stupid and that physics would not be the death of me. 

“It’s a one-semester class. It’s almost over,” He told me, before rubbing my shoulder and then proceeding to read from his textbook. 

Once we were done, I got up to use the dorm restroom so I could brush my teeth and wash my face. I was mentally exhausted and it was almost 2 AM at that point. I had completely forgotten Matt’s promise, so when I stepped back into my dorm room and saw him getting situated on the floor, I was a little confused. I remembered just as I closed the door behind me and locked it for the night. 

“So tell me about your dream last night,” He said, not wasting any time. I sat on the edge of my bed, throwing one of my extra pillows at him as he laid a blanket that he brought down on the floor. So he planned to stay the night. I wondered whether he was actually going to leave when he said he would, or if he just said that to make me beg him to stay. 

“Oh, y’know, just…” I mumbled, reluctant to share what I remembered of it. “It was weird.”

“Well, I already know that,” He laughed. “Tell me more.”

I looked him in the eyes, feeling my body start to burn up. “There was a bathtub involved. I remember that much,” I told him, sighing softly. 

Matt’s eyes shot wide open, a devilish smirk creeping up his face. He looked me up and down, his gaze softening as he did so, before shying away and looking down at his feet. 

“That does sound crazy,” he said, exhaling. 

“Mhm,” I hummed, looking at the ceiling. 

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the space next to me on my bed. It was then that I became so grateful for the fact that I had my own dorm all to myself. I nodded, scooting over for seemingly no reason as Matt plopped himself right next to me, elbow brushing mine. “Do you remember anything else?”

I shook my head, staring at my wall. I looked at him, seeing if he had anything else to say. Part of me wanted him to be able to tell that I was lying and there was in fact much more to my dream than I was letting up. 

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he egged, grinning softly. He nudged me with his elbow. “Are you embarrassed?” 

“I just don’t remember,” I stated, shrugging. I pushed his shoulder in response to him pushing me. 

“Well, if it’s the kind of dream I’m thinking of…” he started, purring again. “By all means, don’t be embarrassed.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him again. “Gross,” I mumbled, full of shit. I regretted saying that. I didn’t want him to back off, but I didn’t know what else to say and he was making me nervous. I squirmed next to him and pulled my shorts down slightly. 

“You’re blushing~” he teased me. 

“Shut up,” I said. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath and turning my head towards him so he could see that, yes, I was in fact blushing. Heavily.

Matt grabbed my chin again, tilting my head up. I leaned in, but he held my face in place, preventing me from getting any closer to him. Let me kiss you, asshole. 

“How do you find acceleration?” he asked softly. I rested my hand on his knee, slowly sliding it up under his shorts. 

“You… multiply the change in velocity by the change in time,” I said quietly, peering up into his eyes. 

“Good girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against mine. 

Matt’s hand moved to caress the side of my neck, pushing my hair back and pulling me closer. His lips were so warm, moving slowly with mine as they fit together perfectly. I squirmed a little bit, moving my hand without really knowing where I was gonna put it. My fingertips brushed his jaw and I felt him smile into the kiss. 

“You’re so timid,” he stated. His large hand moved down to my hip, gripping it slightly and pulling me towards him. Without another thought, I climbed into his lap, placing my hands on either side of his neck and quickly kissing him again. 

Matt introduced his tongue into the mix as he pulled my hips closer, pressing them against his hard-on. He groaned into the kiss, his mouth hanging open for a moment while my tongue slid against his. I ran my fingers through his short, curly hair, before sliding my hands down to lay flat on his chest, pulling my lips away from his. 

I was hungry for him. Starving, even. I pushed his chest, making him lay down underneath me as I leaned forward and started kissing his neck, specifically the freckle under his ear. Matt groaned again, sliding his hands up my thighs and around my hips. He lightly squeezed the flesh of my ass, his fingertips slipping underneath the hem of my booty shorts so he could trace circles into my skin. Meanwhile, I was busy kissing, nibbling, and sucking on his neck, listening to each strangled breath he held in as I left little marks on his skin. 

My own hands explored his body, caressing his small waist overtop his T-shirt. It smelled like fresh laundry and it looked good on him, but I knew it would look better on the floor. I adjusted my hips so that I could reach under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as my hands slid up his warm body, feeling each of his muscles tense up and flex at my touch. 

I pulled my lips away from his neck and sat up, looking at him as I pulled his shirt over his head. His face was bright red and his neck was covered in light bruises, his lips hanging slightly agape as he stared at me, breathing heavily. I tossed the shirt on the floor, letting my eyes trail down his body. 

“Fuck,” I whispered. He looked absolutely divine underneath me. He was skinny, but he certainly had some muscle in his arms and chest and even a little bit in his abdomen. Matt’s waist was curvy, his hips protruding outward and up, giving him an almost feminine figure. He had a small patch of hair on his chest and a thicker one trailing from his belly button down below his pants. Everything about his body was perfect. I felt myself almost drooling at the sight. 

“You have a staring problem,” he stated, grinning. His hands ran up and down my thighs, gently squeezing them. I blinked, looking at his face. I swallowed harshly and leaned forward to place kisses up his throat, his head tilting as far back as it could to give me more room. 

“I just like to look at nice things,” I hummed, gently pinching his skin between my teeth. The area was more sensitive due to how thin the skin there was, his Adam’s apple just underneath my lips. He whimpered softly, hands traveling up my waist underneath my shirt. 

My own hands lingered just above his hips, caressing his body as I started to drag my lips and tongue down his neck, over his collarbone, and then his chest. We were sideways on my bed, and if I kissed any lower, I’d have had to get on the floor. 

He ran one of his hands through my hair, groaning as I started sucking another bruise into his chest, right below his sternum. “Oh, fuck me…” he purred. I looked up, seeing his head thrown back and all the pretty dark red and purple spots I put on his neck. I giggled into his skin, causing him to laugh as well. 

I sat up, rubbing my thumb over the fresh bruise I put on his body while adjusting my hips so that I sat directly on his bulge, which was pressing hard against me. I shivered, spreading my legs a little more until a sharp pain shot up the inside of my thigh.

“Ah, fuck!” I hissed, my body collapsing slightly as I tried not to move my leg any further. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow…”

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around my waist, one of his hands gently resting on my leg. 

“I pulled a muscle,” I whined, screwing my eyes shut. Matt laughed slightly, shaking his head. 

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Here, lay down.”

He lifted my hips, placing one of my pillows under my ass and tenderly moving my legs so that they were laying straight and not spread. He hovered over me, kissing and massaging my thighs while I tried to let my body relax into my bed. “This leg?” he asked, rubbing circles into my left thigh. I nodded, sitting up slightly so I could move my hair to a more comfortable spot. Not that it really mattered; it was gonna get messed up in about ten minutes anyway. 

Matt placed a soft, wet kiss into the skin of my compromised leg, looking up at me through his lashes. I could feel the cold metal of his glasses press into my skin, poking me slightly. I reached down to run my fingers through his curls, pulling them lightly. 

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked me. I nodded frantically.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, laughing softly. “Not the worst thing that’s happened to me during sex.”

He giggled, pressing a few more soft kisses into my thigh before climbing on top of me and straddling my hips. 

“I really liked that,” he exhaled, pushing my hair out of my face. 

“Liked what?” I asked, my hands resting on his warm, freckled shoulders. 

“You kissing all over my body. It was hot,” he grinned. He was such a dork. 

Matt gently grabbed my hand, placing it right between his legs onto his bulge. The material of his shorts was slippery, allowing me to rub and squeeze him through the fabric. He felt warm. Warm, hard, and big.

He exhaled, immediately leaning in to kiss me as I caressed him, playing with both his dick and his balls in one hand. He let out a moan, his hips subtly rolling into my hand as he tried to get more friction out of the contact. I squeezed him harder, causing his hips to buck forward. 

“Fuck, so good…” he mumbled, laughing slightly. 

I let go of him, sitting up for a moment to pull my tank top over my head, leaving my torso completely exposed. 

I brought one of his hands to palm my breast (which was almost half the size of his entire hand), and I looked him in the eyes. “Put your knee between my legs. Like, push against me,” I told him. He obliged, applying a good amount of pressure to my core while my hand returned to his crotch. My other hand pulled him back down into a kiss, opening my mouth for his tongue to slide in. 

It took him a moment to figure out what to do, but after a few seconds, both he and I were coming undone. I’d reached inside his shorts and boxers to caress his cock, running my thumb along the base gently and squeezing it at the same time. Meanwhile, he alternated between both of my boobs, spending a few seconds on one, massaging it and pinching my nipple, before switching to the other. 

Suddenly, he pulled away, his eyelids hanging low with hunger in his eyes. “Can I touch you?” he asked, caressing my waist. 

“Please,” I giggled, panting. Matt smiled and brought his hand down to rub over my shorts. I still held him gently, watching his hand manage to pull my shorts off by itself.

Two of his fingers dipped between my legs, prodding the outside of my underwear and likely finding nothing but wetness. 

“Oh, you must want me so bad,” he teased me, biting his lip. 

“Mmm, I guess,” I teased him back. He rolled his eyes, pushing my underwear to the side so he could run his fingertips between my lips, collecting my slick and rubbing circles into me. 

I sighed, closing my eyes and squirming slightly. I thought about how hot it would be for him and I to have sex in the library. That was becoming an increasingly likely possibility as each second passed by. 

“Does that feel good?” He asked. I suppose I’d gone quiet for a moment. 

“Mhm,” I nodded, grabbing his hand so I could guide it to a better spot. Matt leaned down and over me, his face inches from mine as he watched where my hand was taking his. 

“You can put your fingers in,” I told him, whispering. I looked up at him, waiting for him to heed my instructions. It wasn’t long before I felt him push into me, lightly moving in and out inch by inch, deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

He started to kiss my neck, softly and slowly to match the pace of his fingers. He nipped at a spot just below my jaw, making me hum slightly in bliss and he licked and sucked on the skin. 

He started moving faster, pushing deeper and curling his fingers inside of me to brush against that infamous spot over and over again. “Matt-“ I moaned out, choking slightly as I held my breath. 

Matt chuckled softly, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m right here,” he purred, leaving a wet kiss on my jaw. 

“Please fuck me, Matt. I-I want you,” I groaned. He was working magic with his fingers, but I was more interested in what he could do with his dick. I was starting to get desperate. 

Suddenly, he removed his fingers, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He looked kind of silly doing it, but his lips were now covered in my slick and he hummed in pleasure as he swallowed it. 

He rubbed my thighs as he pushed himself off the bed, quickly standing up to reach into his back for God knows what. I shimmied out of my underwear, sitting up with my knees together as I watched him pull something shiny out of the front pocket. 

“I didn’t realize you came so prepared,” I teased him, crossing my arms over my knees. First the blanket, now a condom. He didn’t even ask me first if I had one in my room (I didn’t). 

“Rather be safe than sorry,” Matt shrugged, sitting on his knees in front of me as he grinned and pulled his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath either. 

“And no underwear? Matthew!” I gasped, whacking his arm. I watched as he took himself in his hand, stroking lightly. I moved his hand away and caressed his warmth, moving my hand up and down slowly while pressing into it with my thumb. Matt moaned softly with his mouth closed, bottom lip trapped under his teeth as he rested his forehead against mine. 

I pecked his lips, making him look at me as I carefully removed his glasses with my free hand. His eyes had to cross slightly due to how close my face was to his. I giggled, letting go of his cock and setting his glasses down on my nightstand. 

I laid down, pulling him close by his neck and into a kiss. The kiss was soft, like the first one we shared. Just passionate and gentle, taking care of each other. It finally hit me that this was really happening. My dream was becoming a reality. Minus the bathtub. 

“You okay?” He asked me, his eyes darting nervously around my face. I nodded, kissing him again, harder this time. 

I felt his tip brush against my inner thigh, smearing warm precum on my skin. My body tensed up as I gasped into the kiss, pulling away to look down at our hips, inches away from each other. 

“Hold on,” Matt grunted, sitting up. His head turned every which way, searching for the unopened condom that he’d prepared and somehow lost. The bed shifted slightly as he leaned over the edge to pick it up off of the floor, tearing it open with his teeth like an animal. 

It was hot. 

My eyes trailed down his body again, admiring the way his skin wrapped around his muscles while his chest moved at each breath he drew in. His lips hung agape as he slid the condom on, his movements hasty but careful. 

I lifted my body up, sitting on my knees in front of him and matching his height. My hands slid onto his waist, caressing his body once again as I kissed him before he could ask any questions. 

He stopped, taking in the kiss. His hand gently wrapped around my throat, before grabbing my whole face and pushing me away. 

“Quit making me feel girly,” he said, his face red and flushed. 

I ran my hands up and down his body, making him shiver. “You like it,” I teased him. I placed my hands flat on each of his pec muscles and squeezed them like they were a pair of tits. Matt rolled his eyes, taking my hands in his.

My body fell backward, crashing into the bed. Matt pinned my hands over my head, looking me dead in the eyes. “You ready?” he asked quietly, stroking my wrist with his thumb. 

I nodded.

“Good,” he smiled, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. He let go of my hands and instead grabbed my hips, shifting his body so that his tip was lined up with my entrance. Matt looked at me one more time for approval, seeing me bite my lip and nod. 

It hurt way more than I thought it would. I’d noted the fact that he was big when I held him in his shorts and laid eyes on him a few minutes before, but wow. I took a deep breath, gripping the sheet underneath me as he pushed in slowly at first, then rammed in the rest of his length once he got the tip in. Immediately he sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body, the bed shifting slightly from the momentum he created until he bottomed out. 

He stretched me out a bit, but God, did it feel like Heaven. “I’m okay,” I laughed, out of breath. Matt smiled at me before laying down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He didn’t waste much time before beginning to move in and out, already starting to fall apart himself. 

“You feel so good,” he exhaled, his hips shuddering slightly with each thrust. His words made me feel hot; my face burned up and my stomach felt warm from both my reaction and the friction between our bodies as his skin rubbed against mine. 

I knew that I wasn’t gonna be the best sex he's ever had; there was no way. I’m sure he’d taken multiple peoples’ virginities at this point and there was no way I could compare to that. 

“Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?” Matt grunted, sending a pointed thrust into me. I looked at him, somewhat horrified. 

“No,” I answered. “Is it?”

“No,” he grinned, shaking his head. “I’m just messing with you. You got all quiet.”

I hummed, looking at the ceiling. His smile quickly faded and he caressed my cheek, hovering over me. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his tone sad, but empathetic. I shook my head. 

“Go faster,” I said, taking a deep breath. I pulled his face down, his lips crashing into mine. A smothered moan escaped his throat as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his hips in by squeezing my legs around his waist. Matt reached one hand behind my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he started to thrust into me, each movement faster than the other. 

His free hand moved to start massaging my breast, matching the pace of his thrusts as he squeezed and pinched. 

“Hmmn- fuck…” he whimpered. Matt’s voice had gained a higher pitch as he moved faster. “Fuck, I think I’m close…” 

“Rub my clit,” I told him, removing his hand from my chest. “Fuck me harder.”

Matt huffed, propping himself up so he could see what his hands were doing. One remained behind my head, while the other traced down my body, stopping at my hips. He spread his hand out so that his palm was pressing down on my lower stomach and his thumb rubbed circles into my aching clit. The movement of his hips had shifted from a smooth roll to a more jagged, harsh thrust as he followed my instructions. 

“Perfect,” I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me. My hips bucked, causing them to land at a new angle that allowed him to hit that spot again and again. 

“Fuck,” Matt whined for the 80th time. “I’m so close.”

“Keep going,” I moaned. I could feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. Everything he was doing to my body only pushed me closer; he was making me feel so good and I didn’t want the moment to end. 

Suddenly, Matt’s moans started to get louder and more frequent as his hips stuttered with each thrust. The sounds he was making were so heavenly; I felt boastfully lucky to be hearing them and being the reason he was making them. 

“You’re so pretty, Matt,” I huffed, arching my back. I moaned out loud, feeling my climax approaching like a fucking bullet. Matt was not far behind whatsoever. 

He leaned forward, kissing me on the lips and thrusting into me as hard as he could. I yelped, moving my hands to grip his hair as my body started shaking violently. I came in a fit of loud moans and whines, his name lingering in my curses as I caught my breath. 

Matt gasped, whining as the rhythm of his thrusts was disrupted. I could practically feel his dick throb as he came, still inside of me. He exhaustedly moaned into my mouth, letting me shove my tongue between his lips and kiss him harshly while he was still catching his breath.  

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked me, panting into my mouth. I looked into his eyes, pushing the curls that were stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face. 

“One-hundred percent,” I giggled, pulling him in for a soft kiss. My legs were trembling alongside his arms.

We laid for a little while, catching our breath and taking in the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, relaxing. I was sure Matt was very close to falling asleep, and I didn’t blame him. It was late and I too was exhausted. 

Eventually, we both got up, and I pulled on his gray T-shirt so I could run to the bathroom and clean up. I brought back a wet rag so he could clean himself up, before he pulled his shorts back on and climbed under the covers with me. 

“Promise me something,” he said. 

“What’s up?” I asked, snuggling up to his chest while he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Promise that you’ll still pay attention to the work during our next session,” He laughed, pulling me closer. His body was still warm and his skin was soft. 

“Will you reward me if I do?” I asked, looking up at him. 

Matt smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I promise if you promise.”

“I promise,” I whispered, kissing him softly. He smiled in the kiss, softly tracing my jaw with his thumb. 

“I promise too,” he said.

[sarahlizziewrites]

from this prompt list - 8. here 7. fresh laundry naps Ok, fuck it, we’re doing a modern university AU.

I was jolted awake by a knock at my door, and thank God: textbooks only work when you read them, not when you use them as a pillow. Groggily blinking into the light of the lamp on my desk, I caught a glance at the time: 23:55. 

“Fuck.” My exam was at nine.

The knock sounded again, a little more insistent now. I rose to answer the door, trying not to picture the grey lines of a pharmacology textbook printed across my face. Stale coffee lingered on my breath.

“Hi,” Raj said with a smile when I answered my dormitory door. I could barely see him behind the huge bundle of clothes in his arms. “I did your laundry.”

“What?” 

He pushed past me, squeezing me against the door with his armfuls of clean clothes. For a man as tall as Raj, two armfuls of laundry was quite a lot of laundry. He let the armfuls spill onto my single bed, then stood back to gaze at his handiwork. “I did your laundry.”

I blinked at it all, then found my words. “Let me get this straight,” I said, taking in the flip-flops and rugby shorts he wore, and trying not to get distracted by the amount of thigh on show and how good his arse looked in the shorts. “You came in here - while I was sleeping - and gathered up all my dirty laundry–”

“Yep.”

“And washed it?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, grinning to himself in a way I couldn’t help but find endearing. “I wasn’t expecting sex in return, if that’s what you were wondering,” he said. I looked away, down at the narrow bed that had been host to a great many of our trysts over the last few weeks. “You looked tired, but you were also almost completely out of clean clothes. And I know you’re swamped with exams…”

I groaned, drawing a hand over my face. Part of me did want to drag Raj down onto that pile of clean clothes and make them dirty again (preferably involving the removal of those rugby shorts), but I had a little over nine hours to make a module’s-worth of clinical pharmacology knowledge enter my brain and stick around long enough for me to scrape a two-one in my exam. 

“Speaking of,” I said, interrupting him. “Thank you for this, but I really ought to be studying.”

When I looked up at him, his lower lip was stuck out in a pout, gazing at me with concern and longing. “No,” he said. “You oughtn’t.”

A little thump of fear made the caffeine in my veins remember it was there. “Yes, I really ought. I’m not ready for pharmacology in the morning, and I only have a few hours left…”

“Wills,” he interrupted, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him. “You’re brilliant at pharmacology. The exam will be fine. What you really need is sleep.”

Nobody else called me Wills. Nobody else had a key to my dorm room. Nobody else had ever done my laundry before. I blinked, suddenly realising how tired my eyes were.

“Oh, alright,” I said in a small voice, and Raj smiled in victory. “I suppose a short nap would be beneficial.”

“That’s better,” he said, suffused with such fondness that a different kind of fear made my heart pound: not a fear of failing an exam, but a fear of finding myself wrapped up so deeply in this man that I couldn’t extricate myself without pain. When he bent to pick up the pile of laundry again, nodding his head towards the bed, I realised I might be that far gone already. “Go ahead, lie down.”

Silently, I did as I was asked, and as soon as I was settled on the bed, Raj let go of the laundry and let it sprinkle onto me. The clothes were tumble dryer-warm, and seemed to cover almost every inch of me in their fresh-smelling heat. It was divine.

“I’ll wake you up in an hour,” Raj said, crouching next to the bed. “Unless you’d like to sleep longer?” he prompted.

“No, no - I need to cram,” I protested, but my voice already sounded drowsy. “An hour.”

“An hour,” he promised, still crouching.

I blinked my heavy eyelids fully open, focusing on his face a short distance in front of me. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” I asked, voice turning low and inviting. 

He laughed. “Get some sleep.”

Just as he began to rise from his crouch, I stopped him with a hand on his neck. “Raj,” I said, sinking my fingers into his dark hair. I pulled him close for a soft kiss, lingering over the feel of his full lips against mine. “Thank you,” I whispered, when we split apart, spoken into the small gap between our lips.

“My pleasure,” he replied, then rose to leave, turning off my lamp as he went. 

TDDUP taglist: @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @mrbexwrites, @glbettwrites (+/-)

Thank you for the prompt @writingrosesonneptune! <3

[philaet0s]

WIP Wednesday

I need to free myself of the shackles of my Capri fic and write more Carry On stuff but I CAN'T. I'm reading Capri fics at the moment which makes it Worse. Oops.

Let's start with the Carry On-related stuff anyway

Natasha/Malcolm

Malcolm

“You seem very organised,” she comments. 

“Really? Would you repeat that on a call to my mother?”

She chuckles. “You’re cutting corners, Malcolm Grimm. It’s far too soon to introduce me to your parents.”

I freeze, the door to my wardrobe half-open. “That’s not what I… I only meant…”

“I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re flustered. May I take a closer look at your books?”

“Hm… Yes, sure.”

She won’t see much. I’ve forced myself to keep most of my books at my parents��� place, so that I have little distraction in my room here. I work more efficiently that way. I hope it doesn’t make it seem like I don’t read. I believe that’s something Natasha would not see in a positive light.

I try to focus back on my task, but hearing her moving around in the small space of the bedroom makes it difficult. Did she feel that way too, when I was in hers?

Probably not. A bedroom is less intimate in dim lighting, when two bodies meet on a mattress. She’s seeing more of me here as she takes in my belongings than I saw of her when she was naked underneath me in her room.

(I do realise that those extracts I've been posting make it look like half of Malcolm's POVs are him reminiscing the fact that he and Natasha had sex. I promise it's not. Man's just being particularly horny in that moment of the story)

Post-canon Lamen

Jord loved his job. But he did not get paid enough for whatever this was. 

It was hours past the end of his workday. He should be in bed, resting. Instead, he was following the Prince of Vere, dressed up as a woman, into the streets of the unfamiliar city of Ios.

He did not even speak a word of Akielon! 

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He knew a few words. Hello. Goodbye. Exalted. Kyros. Stop. Prince’s orders. And the strings of insults he had learnt from the Akielon guards, of course. Definitely not enough to feel comfortable out and about, alone with the most important man in Vere, at night. 

“Your Highness, I would really appreciate if you could tell me what is going on.”

The prince looked at him over his shoulder. Something mischievous and juvenile was glinting in his eyes. It made Jord want to sigh.

He often forgot his prince was merely a boy of twenty. 

“I want to have fun, Jord. Aren’t you sick of being stuck in that castle?”

“After the weeks we spent on campaign? In truth, my prince, I cherish the chance to be stuck in a castle. It makes my job much easier.”

Except when Laurent decides to go and have fun. 

“Jord, you disappoint me. I thought you liked a thrill. Isn’t that why you fucked Aimeric?”

(Jord does NOT get paid enough for this)

[piggycyberwarrior]

Arcane!Ekko with a s/o that has panic attacks.

a/n: I wanted to say that i am aware that there are different panic attacks, but since i have some myself, i will describe them like mine are too (if not explicitly requested). but i don't think i specified a trigger in the headcanon, since everyone has different ones. enjoy!

please send me request! i love them and i appreciate comments!

Inludes: ekko 

genre: hurt/comfort?? 

Warnings: Panik attacks, hyperventilation, crying, use of curse words, no proof read.

Ekko: 

ekko would probably also panic if he saw you like this. but he would be right by your side. always! 

he would try to get you breathing properly again when you were hyperventilating. 

besides, he would try to distract you. Can you tell me what apple backwards means? what is 50 - 23? 

if you need rest after a panic attack, he won't talk unless its in a appropriate situation.If you want  to watch a movie with him or if you want him to tell you any stories, he’s happy to do i 

 he wont ask questions either!

He can imagine how distressing it can be when you're peppered with awkward questions, so he'd wait for you to tell him and if you didnt, that's perfectly fine with him. 

Either way, he would always be with you and help you

poor baby is totally shocked when you had your panic attack. He came back from a mission and the first thing he saw was a hyperventilating Y/n on the floor next to your shared bed. 

Tears streamed down your face in little streams and dripped onto the floor. You didn't bother to wipe them away. Breath in short staccato rythym. 

Too short.

Your vision went dim- fuck it, you couldn't even see. a tornado of fear and panic swirled inside you. you felt light headed and dizzy.

little hiccups jerked through your body as you tried to sway back and forth, wrapped in your own arms

"Fuck!" hissed ekko as he dropped his bag and rushed from the doorway straight to you. "Firefly? oh god." he took a deep breath. it took an extreme amount for him not to panic at the sight of you.

"Y/n, look at me, hey hey everything is fine. i'm here-fuck i'm sorry."

He knelt down next to you and pulled you to him. You could feel the exhaustion and the trace of wood and autumn leaves, a scent of oil that stuck to him while working on his inventions.

"Breathe with me ok. In and out." He showed you a few times. Took your hand and put it on his chest

"Ok do you see anything....green here?" he tried to distract you. "no." "oh come on baby." he said with a pout as he took your face in his hand and placed a kiss on your nose. "it's alright, you don't have to do this." you mumbled as you put your hand on his. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when it started." he grumbled. you leaned against his chest. "you did help me. i'm fine. thanks mister man." you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname. Ekko's mouth twisted into a small grin and a laugh escaped his throat.

"can we cuddle?" you asked after some time. "sure." ekko helped you up - your legs were still pretty wobbly and your whole body felt like ants were walking on it, but in the end you were lying in your big cuddly bed with ekko next to you, lying with your head on him. "I love you y/n" "I love me too." you said with a grin. He pinched your side. you squeaked "Hey! it was a joke ok? I love you too! Jerk!"  "you should have thought of that before."

[truly-morgan]

Kinktober Summer Rerun 2024: Body Swap ● TojiIta 🚬🐯

【DAY 21】

[#tojiita, body swap, Toji lived AU (for porn purposes), dubcon-ish]

Yuji had never expected to get stuck in such a situation with an old acquaintance (if he could really call him that). He felt like this was the kind of thing that happened in manga and anime, not real life.

However, he assumed that since he was forced into the Jujutsu world, nothing felt like real life anymore.

But still, being stuck in some shitty motel with an older scary-looking man he met at the pachinko parlour when he was still a normal teenager was already strange. Made all the much worse by the fact that they had now switched bodies.

His first solo mission was to take care of a curse and here he was messing it up nearly from the get-go. Sure he could call Nanami, who was also on a mission a couple of towns over, but he wanted to try and take care of this himself.

A little hard to do when the body he was in had no curse energy whatsoever and the older man didn’t seem interested in helping out.

“Why should I help you, I am not the one who fucked up his job badly like this” Toji replied, a grin stretching Yuji’s face in such an unfamiliar way. “Arent sorcerers supposed to not involve civilians as much as possible”.

Yuji was a little surprised at this comment, although he only had half a mind to really think about it all. He could only focus on how this body felt. He had never thought about how it would feel to be in someone else body, but he hadn't expected it to be like this.

He couldn’t feel any curse energy through this body, but felt on alert as if it was somehow able to tell curses were around. He could also tell just how /strong/ the man was. Sure he looked muscular, even under the hoodie he was wearing, but feeling it like this was something else.

It actually made Yuji a little envious, feeling like he could make good use of such a body if it was his.

Although he turned his focus to the older man, who was now possessing his body. Would he be alright with Sukuna? Surely the kind of curse would feel the change in the body. Would Toji be able to stop him if Sukuna tried taking over? He didn't seem to be struggling for now at least.

The man seemed more interested in the body he was in, looking himself in the mirror and poking around. Yuji suddenly jumped when he felt him suddenly start undoing his belt, hand trying to sneak in. “W-what are you doing?!” Yuji asked, grabbing into the man to stop him. He immediately let go when Toji hissed a little at the hard grip, looking up at him with sharp eyes.

“Well someone interrupted me while I was here for some business” he answered, crossing his arms, “but with such a baby face I doubt she will accept to do anything anymore”. Yuji felt his face warm up a little, looking away. “Plus I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck myself” the older man admitted, “You feel smaller than what I know I would prefer but whatever, its switched up this time anyway”.

Yuji wanted to argue, but felt himself be pushed roughly onto the shitty mortel bed. He wasn’t sure what to do to stop the man from undressing him, or to undress himself. “We can’t!!” Yuji said, trying to hold the worn-down underwear up.

“Don't tell me you never wonder what it would be like to sleep with your own body” Toji said, rolling his eyes.

“I never!!” Yuji replied, before pausing. Actually… now that he was thinking about it, he did wonder what it would feel like… But not in this situation!!

Toji took advantage of his distraction, undressing him fully this time, pulling something out from his jeans pocket. All yuji could do was try and hide himself with the shirt he still had on. This sure made the older man look unimpressed. “You really don't look cute when you do this with my body” he pointed out, “but don't worry, I'll make sure to make it feel good, I can tell you are now curious about it”.

The grin on his lips looks predatory, making shivers run down Yuji’s back.

He would lie if he said he wasn't curious, indeed, but they were in a situation…

“You can just call for backups afterwards” Toji sighed, hands pulling at the shirt to pull it off of him. “It's not like anyone’s life is threatened right now or anything, it can stay a little secret between the two of us~” he explained, “let's just have some fun first, we won’t have the same chance in the future after all”.

And yuji hated how he agreed on that point. They wouldn't really get to have another chance to test this out. At least, Yuji didn’t intend to switch bodies with anyone else in the future, and if it happened, he doubted it would be with anyone interested in doing this.

“Just one round, I do have a job to do afterwards” Yuji decided to relent, allowing himself to be pushed down fully into the bed. He didn't miss the way the older man seemed very pleased with himself.

But once they started he wasn't too sure what to do, especially with Toji touching plenty and in places that felt really good. Sure it was distracting to have fingers up his ass, and it felt rather good actually, but wasn’t distracting enough that he couldn't do a thing.

So he reached out, trying to touch his own body where he knew it felt good. Toji sure didn't seem to mind it at all, teasing him when he seemed too shy instead. But when he had enough of being teased he decided to be bolder, fully reaching out to try and jerk him off properly. It felt strange doing it like this, but it did seem to do the job enough.

He even tried kissing him, so he could shut up his teasing and also stop the embarrassing sounds he was making with the unfamiliar rough voice. He felt a little awkward, unsure how to do it properly. Not his first kiss, but surely his first as heated as this one was.

In no time it was Toji taking over for this too, teeth playfully biting a scared lip, pulling a little.

Yuji surprised himself when he moaned out a lot louder than the previous groans and whimpers. A sudden spike of pleasure ran through him when the man’s fingers pushed against a certain point inside him. It had already been feeling good earlier, from where he brushed near it, but this was different.

“A little harder to find like this than I thought, but you sure make quite the nice noises with my voice” Toji commented, biting at his neck a little. “You are so open too, I probably never looked the way you do right now” he added, sounding amused. 

“Let’s pick up the pace a little now, am sure you won’t have trouble taking this” Toji chuckled, “Though I suppose you aren't too bad either, very sensitive though”. Yuji felt like arguing against his words, but was cut off short when Toji pushed his leg apart more.

He soon felt something press against his rim, circling it a little. He got no more warning before the older man pushed in, making one slow and smooth motion to get all the way in. This had Yuji gritting his teeth, hand holding tightly onto the sheets. He wasn’t in pain, thankfully, but he felt the stretch and the discomfort, tethering on the edge of pain.

He took a shaky breath, trying as best as he could to relax his body. Surely staying tense would not help him in any kind of way.

“I’d say good job for taking me like this on your first time, but it is my body so I am not surprised” Toji commented, already pulling back a little. This had Yuji realise he was indeed losing his virginity like this, in a shitty motel with someone he barely knew from the pachinko parlour who was inside his body right now.

Not what he had expected it would be like.

But also not the worst, not when it did feel good once the man pushed and brushed against that spot.

He helped himself by slowly jerking himself off, following a similar rhythm to what the man had started. The pace that had started lazy picked up rather quickly, becoming rougher. And Yuji found himself quite enjoying it.

Toji knew what he was doing.

He soon found it rather hard to hold back the noises he wanted to make, especially since Toji had decided he wanted to occupy his hands. Why did playing with his nipples feel this good? Yuji knew for sure that his own didn’t make him feel anywhere near like this.

It soon started to feel too much, Yuji pulled the man down to kiss him again, moaning his name against his lips. He could feel the heat pooling more and more in his guts, feeling so close to the edge.

Then Toji rammed against his sweet spot and this had Yuji seeing stars.

He came so hard, something he had never felt before. Hand shakily still jerking himself off as ropes of cum landed on his abs. He rode the pleasure, soon teetering on too much as Toji continue to fuck into him. This time he was much faster and rougher, searching for his own release.

He came with one last sharp trust, filling up Yuji like this.

Once it was all over Yuji was left panting, shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm he just had. Never before had he felt like this and he wondered how he would be able to just jerk off normally from now on. He just knew he’d never feel something like this again.

Toji pulled out after a while of catching his breath, watching his cum leak out of his body. “I don’t look half bad when I get fucked pretty good” he commented, “Unless you’re just the one making it look like this” he chuckled, amused.

This had Yuji pouting a little, trying to lean up on his elbows. “I’m not making any faces” he tried arguing, even if he couldn’t be certain about it. On the contrary, he felt like he must have looked really lewd just now as the older man fucked him. It wasn’t helping that Toji seemed to, rather obviously, know exactly what would make his own body feel good and abuse that.

“How youthful” Toji hummed a little, seemingly amused at how hard he was once again, a hand lazily stroking his cock. “Why don’t we take advantage of this and do another round” he asked, grinning.

Yuji felt like he should instead be calling Nanami for help, so they could get back into their own bodies.

Instead, he nodded eagerly.

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15 lines of dialogue

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @therealgchu, thank you for the tag!

I have chosen Bella Cherise this time around.

“Got to take risks in this line of work,”

You’re insane, he’s dangerous! Caution screamed. We’re dangerous too, practical reasoned, or did you forget who you are?

God, I hope he bites my ass

“Cute?” Bella scoffed, readying for a fight, “I’m a fucking bombshell.”

“You think my game is good enough to get this captain to risk his stable salary to help the Fleet steal from a galbank exec? You’re damn right I’m flattered.”

Bella came out of the bathroom, pulling the belt of the robe she’d slipped into before doing her makeup and installing her wig, exposing her bare midriff and cleavage, “you said I’d need to work the floor for gossip on Dumbrosky? Easier to get people to open up when they’re distracted, don’t you think, tovarich?”

“and yes. Last time I was in Dodgewood was when I went to pay my…when I shoved my waste-of-oxygen failure of a father into the pig pen. He was working for the wealthiest family in southern Akila, the Whitmoores, handling some under the table business. If I’m spotted around the settlement their people will be on me immediately.”

“while street rats like you were focused on your next ‘big’ score and knocking zoners skulls around I was working hard to secure my place on the Boardwalk working with the actual big players of Neon. While you were shaking down broke bastards for loan sharks and dealers I was tasked with taking down real marks worth killing. Benjamin Bayu only works with people worth talking to, which is why he has me on speed dial and doesn’t know who you are.”

«This job couldn’t wait for me to wake you up and then soothe your concerns over my ability to handle myself in this fucking city. I survived this city and all its dangers long before I met you.»

Don’t you ‘sugar’ me, Caution scrunched up her nose. Shut up, he wasn’t talking to your stuck-up ass, Practical snipped. Enough! Bella thought,

“Didn’t think you the hopeless romantic type, Del,”

“And you took her walking outside,” Bella yelled, “just parading us around so Naeva’s people could paint the bullseye on nice and big!”

“You think because you got her to eat her food a few times and got her to bed on time that you can curb a full blown meltdown? Because I can say with absolute certainty you can’t.” Bella shook her head and walked for the door, “you aren’t going to be able to ‘oh mi Conejita’ her into calm.”

“No, no, no,” Bella stepped back and rubbed her hand up her thigh and right side where Estelle’s shots hit, blood coating her palm. She held out her hand and waved it in Naeva’s face, “don’t you see you stupid bitch, I bleed crimson, same as you.”

“You should see the other lady,”

[themadsquirrel09]

Tug-of-war

Fandom ☆ South Park 

Ship ☆ KenMan ♡ KenEric (Eric Cartman x Kenny McCormick) 

Characters ☆ Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh, Liane Cartman, Mr. Kitty. A bit of Mr. Mackey, Wendy Testaburger, Kyle Broflovski and Butters.

Rating ☆ M

Summary ☆ One impulsive action can make the difference in the game of life and death.

Warnings ☆ Non-explicit adult themes, blood, swearing. They are kids here (11): it is mostly care, angst and fluffiness.

About it ☆ This fanfic works as a one shot, it is also part of an AU I’m writing in no specific order. I’m still trying to choose the name °u°’’’

☆ 3362 words ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

“Here comes a candle to light you to bed.

Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.”

I hate this house, screw this!  

From the backyard, I still can hear the moans, the thuds, shit! I try to climb fast and get into the clubhouse; when I finally do, Mr. Kitty greets me. 

“This place is a mess, but good enough for one night, Kitty.” Something between a purr and a meow is his reply. I made a run for it as soon as I got home and heard them, but I knew this happened before; that it would happen again (and again), so there’s a mini fridge and a sleeping bag here. 

I search into my backpack for a distraction. All I have is food, a few books and, yes! My PSP! I smile at it but, when I hold it, my view gets blurred. I have to wipe the tears from the screen. 

Fuck, like my day isn’t shitty enough already! That PSP reminds me that I have Kenny’s will memorized. I asked for a copy to his lawyer, and read it over and over again, looking for something that I could use to get my way while he was in a coma. Now I know every word by heart.

I toss the PSP on the sleeping bag. Fucking Liane , she is the one to blame, because I can’t blame myself without breaking down and lately I just can’t get mad at Kenny.

“Goddammit!” I curse choked into sobs until I hear a noise, it is Mr. Kitty coming towards me at full speed, purring loudly. He pushes his head right into my hand; cats have funny faces, it makes me chuckle and calms me down. 

I grab some snacks, go for a Mountain Dew, and lean on the window frame; maybe to distract myself from what is happening inside the house, I think about Kenny, do you feel that way? Or were you just pissed at me because of something I did?

I replay in my head those words meant for me.

Eric, I never really liked you. But then, nobody does. You have no ability to feel, and you are going to die alone and miserable. It is only because I feel so sorry for you that I leave you my Sony PSP.

He calls me Eric. Even if sometimes I feel like I say his name over and over again, like a fucking parrot, he almost never does the same. I guess it means nothing, but why do I like it when he does that?  

That question makes me uneasy, so I go back to the will and get pissed. If you don't like me, then why do you feel so sorry for me? And then you let me have your only valuable possession... you know that you will come back to life, right? But maybe he thinks I don't.

“Kenny.” I go wide-eyed because I wasn’t expecting to say his name out loud, then I take a step back when I hear his voice calling me back! I peek through the window as if I’m going to find him outside. What I see is the snow covered in blood; I can feel the liquid dripping from my hair. When I blink, it is all gone. 

My heart hammers fast, but after a moment it slows down until it stops completely . Some weird sense of warmth comes to me. It surrounds me and gives me peace, then I feel it ascend; I look up just in time to see a shooting star, an impossibly big one. I feel my heart start again.

Shit, I better go the fuck to sleep.

Instead, I sit on the sleeping bag and take the PSP; when I touch it, I feel like Kenny for a second. By now I’m used to it, since that time his soul was stuck in my body, this happens sometimes. I wonder: what is he doing right now? , but to get my head out of that, out of everything, I play until I fall asleep with the PSP in my hands.

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The only reason I talk to Liane the next day is because I need her to sign my permit and give me food, but I can barely listen to her lies, or even look at her as she showers me with unwanted affection.

I struggle my way out as quickly as I can and, maybe because of that, I’m the first one to make it to the bus stop. I'm pissed and sleepy so, when I hear footsteps, I prepare to shit on whoever is daring to cross my way but, well, fuck . Kenny’s big orbs lay on me.

“Hi, Eric.” I try to avoid his gaze, but I can’t. Does he go at a slower pace today? 

“Hey, Kenny.” My voice comes out hoarse, I didn’t get inside the sleeping bag yesterday.

“Dude, are you ok?” Do you really care, or are you just feeling sorry for me again? And he appears to be fragile, but is probably the only kid who could have had a worse night, and still asks me if I’m ok. 

“Hey, dudes!” Stan must have drunk an extra shot if he is so happy, that’s good, distracting. Soon Kyle joins us, but I’m so tired I can barely take my anger out on him. 

Since today we have this stupid school trip, I sleep most of the way; when I do, I have this nightmare: 

I’m standing in a puddle of blood. I move out of the way, but there is blood everywhere and, little by little, paralyzed by fear, I see how the thick dark liquid fills the space; when it reaches my ankles, I panic and start running.

It seems like I go nowhere and, exhausted, I fall on my knees. What is it about this blood that’s so hypnotizing? I can’t stop looking, but when it is reaching my elbows, I hear crying and snap out of it: realizing I'm about to drown, I throw myself back. That’s when I see something emerging from this dark lake. 

I get close, and take him in my arms: it’s Kenny, his eyes are shut, his mouth is open, red flows out of the corner of his lips. 

All this blood, it pours out of him.

“Kenny, wake up.” I try to clean his face with my sleeve. Useless . “Wake up, damn it.” I see his eyes twitch. The sobs turn into a sweet song, a light sound I can barely distinguish. I try to find the source, but it seems like it comes from everywhere. 

While I wasn’t looking, Kenny somehow got out of my grip: he is now floating in front of me and, just for a split second, I see the huge wings that hold him up. The blood now reaches my belly button, I get a hold of his wrists and try to pull him close.

“Wake up!”

With that last scream, I wake up, sweating, buried in Kenny’s arm, clinging tightly to his parka. We lock eyes. What the fuck, am I still dreaming? There’s a warm light that surrounds him. We remain like that for a second and all I’m doing is trying not to cry. 

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m here.” Weird. Those simple whispered words it’s all I need to hear and I’m able to breathe again. When he places his hand on mine, I remember where we are and sit up quickly, but my hand holds on. I feel him squeezing lightly, then he lets go, and the bus stops.

“Why are we visiting a lame-ass national park, again!?” I complain about it as I make sure to stay close to Kenny. He seems much more into this stuff than I do and it takes just a minute, while I convince Butters that some flower is edible, for him to disappear. 

“Kenny?” Where the hell did you go? He is out of sight, but I walk like I know the way, like something—someone?—is calling me. A few minutes later, with the strong wind whistling and rumbling, I see the blond boy kneeling among lilac flowers. His body is turned away from me. He faces the abyss.

I get close without him noticing, when I’m just a few steps away, I feel as if thunder growls under my feet. Without even thinking, I run towards Kenny, grab him by the backpack, and yank him with all my might. The floor crumbles. 

Part of the ground is swallowed by the depths, but we are both safe. I fell on my butt and Kenny lies unconscious. I drag him away from the shattered floor and, for a moment, all I feel is my heart pounding. The chunk of earth we were standing on is gone and Kenny should be dead (again), but he isn’t. Because of me?

I glance at him and his face twitches, it seems like he is about to regain consciousness. I panic and run. I don’t know why, but I run until I’m breathless. 

After a while, I feel like throwing up, fainting, maybe both. I stumble and grab onto something, shutting my eyes so the world will stop spinning. Two things happen at the same time: on one side, I feel better, like a weight is lifted from my shoulders; on the other side, I hear the violent and very familiar sound of puking, it comes from right beside me. 

It is Stan who emptied his stomach. What? Did Stan just throw up for me? Even if it seems impossible, it feels like it. 

So I ran to the other kids and grabbed Stan's hand without noticing. He lets me keep doing that while he tells Wendy he is alright. I steady myself, we glimpse at each other and smile, then I let go of him. He doesn’t know what just happened, but why else would he do this for me? The rest of the trip, I keep smiling like an idiot, feeling like I did something I really like. Back on the bus, I can’t help but flinch when Kenny sits beside me and rests upon me those tired, bright eyes.

“What is it, poor boy, did you see a ghost?”

“No, but I almost became one,” he mutters and I pretend I didn’t hear him.

“What did you say?” I reply, teasing, I know Kenny gets frustrated when people can’t understand him. He squints at me and I almost feel him inspecting my soul. Why can’t I just look away? Fuck.

“I said: thanks dude, your face looks like shit too!” He leans towards me, and I feel myself leaning backwards. “What were you doing last night?” I scoff, amused.

“If you want me to answer that, Kenny, then you have to tell me first, what were you doing last night?” He blinks, taken aback. I can finally avert my gaze and smile smugly. I got him.

“Whatever, like I care!” He says and it stings a little, however I can’t just tell him what happened. It seems like he feels the same. 

This pisses me off.

Fuck it, I’ll just tell him! But, when I look at my side, I find Kenny is sleeping. I pull him by the parka, so his head lands on my shoulder, then I close my eyes and lean on him. I fall deep in a dream of a memory:

The moon peeks through the window and illuminates the room, but my view gets blurred by the—oh, so expected—tears. This time there’s something different, though: the soul of a joyful boy is trapped in my body.

“What’s the matter? It can’t be that you are crying.” Shit . Listening to my voice in that sweet-toned ring just makes me cry harder. “Dude?” He insists and I can feel his worry running through my skin. I breathe, trying to calm down. 

“It’s stupid. I cry at night because I don’t have a dad.” I feel my face warming up at the embarrassing confession. Kenny takes control of my left hand; he reaches for my right hand and holds it softly.

“It’s ok. I’m here.” I smile.

Those words seem to unfold as I wake up. I have to check if it was Kenny the one who said that right now, but I see that he is still asleep, we are still leaning on each other. Nobody can know that he looks cute to me at this instant, that I can't help but press myself against him just for a second before I struggle to upright swiftly. 

I get paranoid about it, but the other kids are talking, screaming and playing. Nobody saw us . I turn, find Kenny’s sleepy gaze already on me and smile nervously. It feels exactly like when I do something bad: I’m afraid I’ll get caught. I have to fill the silence.

“Man, if I knew that trip was so lame, I would have stayed home.” I lie, I would have rather died. I shield myself with my backpack not knowing exactly what I’m searching for, so I take out the PSP and, when I do, it feels like those times Kenny is about to show himself as a ghost. My breath hitches and I feel cold; even if it is him, ghosts creep me out.

“Oh dude, I haven’t played that in so long!” He doesn’t seem to notice, though.

“Check it out, Kenny, I’m already on level 42,” I say as I hand the PSP to him.

“Are you getting your ass kicked or what?”

“Yeah. No matter how much I reinforce the gate, they keep getting in.” Suddenly, we are closer than expected and he shows me the way. We get so distracted by talking and playing, that I barely notice we are back in South Park, but when I do, I swallow hard. If I get home and the same that happened yesterday goes down, I might lose my shit and murder someone. Maybe I will kill myself. That’d be the best .

“If I stay at your place, we can beat this in just a couple of hours, you know? We can also repair our clubhouse a bit, it’s a cool place to hang out,” Kenny says, smiling. Why would you want to stay with me? Are you just feeling sorry for me again? Wait. Did I say that out loud? I’m about to panic, but he gives me a look like he is clueless. “What is it, you had other plans?”

Other plans? I see my corpse lying on the floor and I burst into laughter. I laugh not to cry and because it is too funny. It is impossible that someone like this exists! At first, he asks me what is it, but after a while, maybe because of how much I’m kicking, wheezing, struggling to breathe, he starts to laugh too; at me? Sure, but I don’t care right now.

“Eric Cartman! I said this is your stop, mmk?”

“Calm the fuck down!” I get to say between laughs, “I’m going, ok?” I stand up and turn to see the blond offering back the PSP, but instead of taking it, I grab him by the arm and pull him. He comes with me.

As Kenny said, it only takes us a couple of hours to finish the game, then we start to fix the clubhouse a bit.

“Dude?”

“Kenny?”

“Do you have a crush on Stan?” I feel my gut dropping.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw you holding hands; you guys look cute together.” Why does hearing him say that makes me feel like shit? I put the tools aside and go for the door. He follows.

“Cartman?”

“Shut up, Kenny!” I snap, turning to scream in his face, but when I do, I accidentally step on Mr. Kitty’s tail. He hisses, bites me and I back away. Being so close to the entrance, I lose my balance. 

About to fall from the tree, I reach for Kenny and he gets to grab me by the arm. For an instant, I see in him that determined expression he usually has when he is Mysterion. He throws himself back pulling me, so I fall inside the clubhouse, but land on top of him. 

“Fuck!” I get off of Kenny as quickly as I can, he gasps for air. I was crushing him! “Kenny?” He smiles, trying to be reassuring, but he is having a fit of cough, so I grab him, sit him up and get him something to drink. He holds his chest with his eyes closed; the coughs mellow as he breathes deeply. I just look at him. Kenny’s hood is off and it is not every day that I get to see his whole face. Do you really have to hide all the time? 

“Dude!” He exclaims after finally drinking a bit of the Dr Pepper. “I almost died.” And it wouldn’t be the first time today.

“It’s your fault!” 

“Fuck you!” He says to my face playful, and I find myself incapable of insulting him back. “We are ok now, right? I just saved your ass.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“About what I said: I don’t care who you like. Let me know if you need a wingman.” I stare at my hands and remember how they reached for Kenny this morning. Did I save his life? Well, he just did the same for me. “Cartman?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I’ll let you know.” 

“Cool,” he says, then he gets into the sleeping bag. “Goodnight.” Kenny falls asleep in a heartbeat. You are even more tired than I am, aren’t you? But I feel restless and keep wondering:

“What were you doing last night?” I ask him under my breath. There is no answer. I sit beside the sleeping bag and imagine we are some kind of warriors; I’m the one standing guard, maintaining a protective field with my wizard powers. 

I see Kenny’s matches on the floor. He probably dropped them when we fell. I take them, go to the window, and after declaring the area is enemy-free, I light one. What kind of kid looks so happy just by watching the fire?

Kenny’s will surface on my mind as the fire goes out on its own: Eric, I never really liked you. But then, nobody does. Then what are you doing here? Why would you want to be my wingman?

I light another match.

You have no ability to feel, and you are going to die alone and miserable.  

I kind of wish I could agree about me having no ability to feel, then I remember his hand reaching for mine in that dream of a memory I had today. 

“Shit!” The fire burns my fingers and I let go of the match, which falls onto the snow. 

I turn to look at Kenny. He sleeps curled up like a stray kitten. Dying alone and miserable, huh? Who else but you would know how that feels?

I get close and kneel beside him, then I light another match. Funny; I’ve seen his face illuminated by fire so many times the image is stuck with me.

It is only because I feel so sorry for you that I leave you my Sony PSP.

“You make no sense.” My mumbled words blow out the match. You make no sense, but neither do I! I can’t even put a finger on what made me pull him away from the abyss today. 

I smile at the thought of it, maybe I just didn’t want to be alone, on the bus, at the house. My eyes go to the floor, I feel like crying, but a sudden yank makes me gasp as I fall forward; Kenny is pulling me by the arm. 

“Eric.” He looks at me with half-lidded eyes, “Fucking sleep.” He commands groggily. I frown at him, he lets out a soft chuckle, and I get into the sleeping bag, wondering: for how long has he been pulling me away from falling to my end?

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This is (definitely) not the end.

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Final notes 🖊️

 🧡 I love this ship so much ❤️

Did you enjoy reading it? It sure was an amazing and weird experience writing this 🌠 It took me a lot of time mostly because I edit until my eyes bleed =u= (I started writing it and had the 1st draft on January lol)

A little of context ☆ The paranormal connection between Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick is one of the main reasons I adore this ship. Eric says he sees through Kenny's eyes and feels like him on S06E12 ∣ A Ladder to Heaven; then Kenny's soul is trapped in Cartman's body for almost a month. 

The crying at night thing is also from the show, Eric confesses that on S11E08 ∣ Le Petit Tourette.

All kinds of support are really appreciated! ♡ 

If you want to help me keep writing, you can buy me a coffee here ☕

You can also commission me, here you have the info 💌

[ateliaers]

❛ —he's still sleeping, by the way. just so you know. ❜ sleeping was a good way to put it. it made it sound like lamorak was merely resting, recuperating from their time on mount tombe, rather than stuck in limbo for the third week in a row. it must be her former proximity to lancelot, gareth thought, that made her presence slightly more tolerable than that of her siblings in the eyes of the welshmen. or maybe it was simply that with the most vocal part of their trio laid up in bed and comatose, the sons of pellinore simply did not have it in them to uphold their feud. whatever it was, they hadn't shouted her off when she'd come by for news ; aglovale had merely looked at her like she'd grown a second head and then a third, which wasn't novel enough to warrant a comment. she slumped into the space next to gaheris, crossing her legs and snatching an apple off the basket sitting in front of her twin. ❛ not that you care. right ? ❜ — @sentinaels.

indignation should have welled up within her at the implication. in a world where it did, gareth’s approach would have been met with a withering stare, & an apt, if sardonic, remark, or an ill – conceived crack at lamorak’s expense, perhaps. as it was, the eyes turned upon her sister were dull & listless, puffed with what gaheris had staunchly claimed was a lack of sleep, & for half a heartbeat, she wondered if she should put up the token defence that would be expected of her, before letting the notion slip away.

she had never been able to hide anything from gareth in her life. what was the point in starting to try now ?

❛ fuck you, ❜ she gave in greeting, without any of her usual vehemence. ❛ i’m surprised they even let you in. i wouldn’t have, ❜ & there, in the space where there should have been a joke, was silence. she felt herself listing, little by little, until her head came to rest on gareth’s shoulder, a comfort she hadn’t sought in who knew how long.

❛ i — we should have been there, ❜ it was a sentiment she had expressed more than once since the others had returned, but never with such a heaviness in her voice. ❛ if they’d had more bodies, more people to act as back – up, distractions, even … ❜ nothing explicit had been uttered, but her thoughts seemed to hang in the air between them, saying he wouldn’t have had to fight alone. she could picture it so clearly, too — lamorak, & only the chip on his shoulder for company, that burning desire for glory which would have driven him to make a stand. if it had been possible to kiss such foolish defiance away, she would have rid him of it long ago.

❛ go on then, ❜ she said, shifting slightly as she searched for a more comfortable position against gareth’s impossibly bony shoulder, the act of sitting upright apparently beyond her now that she had a warm body to laze against. ❛ i know what you’re thinking. & i’ve already called myself an idiot for it a thousand times, but you might as well have your own turn at it. ❜ better to be called a fool than a coward, even if, in her heart of hearts, she knew both to be the truth. gareth, at the very least, had been able to bring herself to cross the threshold of the listenoise household, & ask after the middle brother directly. she had tried half a dozen times, & had turned back before she even reached the door, fists knotted in her skirts, berating herself all the while for what she lacked.

❛ it’s just … no change at all ? not even a flinch ? you’re sure aglovale wasn’t just keeping quiet to get rid of you ? ❜

[what-if-i-just-did]

Guilt & Revenge: Emotional Angst

Whumptober, Day 20: Emotional Angst

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Wrote this and then almost forgot to post it. Whoops! Luckily I remembered. Also I added a really cool banner to the masterlist today which I made myself.. several weeks ago, but nvm that. I actually love this chapter so much.. hope ya'll enjoy too, and lmk to be added to the taglist!

TWs: long-term captivity, being trapped on a boat during a storm, forced partial starvation, fear of death, and mentions of crying, puking, dehydration, abandonment issues/Stockholm Syndrome, and drowning

Amber curled up tighter in the corner furthest from the door. The boat wildly swayed, and he had to stop himself from crying. He could hear the waves outside, crashing into the side of the boat, he could hear the thunder. It had been a very long time since he’d even noticed the rocking of the boat, having gotten used to it, but now it sickened him enough that he thought he might actually puke. He wished he was on his bed, but he’d folded it up to the wall and secured it when the storm started. At first he’d been nervously pacing, but that made him feel like he was about to faint, so he’d stopped.

It’s been at least half an hour, and more than the fear, …Amber felt overwhelmingly alone. There was nobody helping him, nobody telling him what to do, nobody keeping him safe. He was alone, locked in a boat in a storm and he couldn’t tell how bad it was. All he could do was whimper when he heard thunder, hope it wasn’t as bad as it sounded and felt, and sit there in the dark. 

He hoped he wouldn’t puke. That would suck. He was fed just yesterday.

Was anyone gonna come for him? He’d give anything right now for the sound of the approaching speedboat. For Mercedes’ footsteps down the stairs. 

Would they really leave him there? Amber tried to convince himself that they cared enough about their revenge, or at least the boat, to come check up on him. How long would the storm last? How bad was it? Was there lightning? Would they even be able to use the speedboat if the waves were really as rough as they sounded? It could last for hours, or days, and he could be stuck here on his own.

Startling himself, Amber realized with a shock that he missed his captors. That he wanted them with him, that he wanted the comforting voice of Mercedes guiding him through this new, unintentional, torture. He was distressed with this realization, and disgusted with himself. Yet, the sudden awareness of these feelings didn’t make them dissipate, and he sat there uncomfortably, slightly being swung against the walls in his little corner by the harsh rocking of the boat. He didn’t even notice the tears slipping across his cheeks.

While Amber was distracted, another thought wormed itself into his head; what if they leave me here alone forever?

What if he was left alone in this cell until he died of dehydration or starvation. 

Fuck, he felt like he was going insane.

Mostly it scared him that he hadn’t realized before that he.. what? Had Stockholm Syndrome? He didn’t think he did.. right? He just.. fuck. He didn’t know.

It had to have been hours now, right? Nobody was coming. The storm was still raging, and he couldn’t see anything. His eyes were used to the dark by now, but he still wished for windows. He’d be able to count the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. If there was even lightning. He was assuming there was lightning, he just couldn’t see it. 

He stared wishfully at his bed, secured against the wall. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but it was better than the corner. It just wasn’t safe to have it open, let alone sit on it, with the boat rocking so badly. 

At least he couldn’t hear the clock over the rain and the wind and the waves. The antagonizing ticking was drowned out by the sounds of the storm. It would almost be soothing to listen to if it didn’t terrify him so much. He could tell by the sounds and the rocking that it wasn’t good but… just how bad was it? Could the boat sink?

He’d be stuck. He’d drown, no doubt. Petrified little sobs escaped him, and he buried his head in his knees as his shoulders trembled. He didn’t wanna die. Amber didn’t wanna die.

He didn’t really wanna live either. Not if life just meant more pain, isolation, starvation. But he’d bear it anyway.

He had no choice.

[alicenaivory]

•⊱ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 VI •⊱

[Emotions come without warning. You don’t get taught how to deal with them and you can’t control which one that decides to take over you. Vampirism gives a choice of rather we feel them or don’t feel them at all. The humanity switch. I kept mine intact because I could cope with all my feelings except one.

Heartbreak.

/Overwhelming/ distress.

The only place feelings had ever gotten me. Having emotions only fucked me and made me weak.

“Toy with me!”

“Bait me!”

Words I heard coming from Calebs soul that night. It’s what drew me in. His heartbreak and all that pent-up anger because of it. I thought creating him would somehow fill the emptiness in me.

But it’s been a week and I feel everything opposite of what I wanted. I’m stuck with this feeling of the weight of the void crushing me.

The ground peeling from beneath my feet and sending me deep under.

And then the guilt.

I’m feeling guilty for what I’ve done to him. For him blood is all he knew. I was lucky to even get a couple of words out of him anymore.

He was supposed to be mine.

I was promised that he’d belong to me but no... he belongs to the blood high.

Caleb loved to talk before but now he talks no more. He created a pattern for himself. One where we feed and then he comes back to the motel and sits in the corner to quietly stare at the wall.

The quiet before the storm. That’s the energy he took on.

I observed his feeding habits. He’d come without warning and eat them down almost to the bone. It wasn’t just blood for him, he enjoyed the flesh too. It was whatever had blood on or in it.

I taught him compulsion but he never used it. They’d scream until damaging their vocal chords. He enjoyed the screams...

and so did I, but the image was too gruesome even for me.

I wouldn’t want this for myself and I didn’t want it for him. I could leave him behind but abandoning him would be much worse.

Unlike my maker I like to think that I was better than that.

/Better/ than him!

I wouldn’t do to him what had been inflicted on me. Even if it would feel good for a moment.]

Caleb.

[I called to him, slipping off the bed in a black nightgown with lace trimmings on the ends. I stand on black platform heels, having not taken them off yet. Getting actual rest was the farthest from my mind.]

Caleb?

[I walk over to him, standing in front of him to block the wall. He hasn’t answered me, he’s still staring off. I know that look. His mind is scattered, he’s the farthest from here.

I have to reach him.

I start waving my hand in front of his face, within seconds he slaps his hand to my wrist, looking up at me. His grip tight and his gaze intense at first.

“Yes...

Alice?”

Even his tone of voice sounded empty, like he was completely gone. He loosens the intensity of his grip.]

I feared you weren’t in there anymore.

[I said truthfully and he pulls me in, seating me on his lap. I feel his muscular limb securing itself around my waist. “Is that all you’re afraid of? Even me...”

So he knows—

He’s right and he knows there’s a part of me that’s afraid of him.

Is that why he doesn’t talk anymore? He’d use it to his advantage probably. I couldn’t have that.

I close my eyes, distracted by his lips pressing soft kisses along my bare shoulder. There was never any time for us to be affectionate. It was even to my surprise that we haven’t had sex in all our time together.

Focus!

I need to focus.]

I made you. I’m not afraid /of/ you.

I’m afraid for you.

[He pulls back, looking at me again. “I see shame in your eyes. The same as Britneys, Asher and the rest of my family.” He shook his head, tapping his fingers all spider like down my waist “Waiting for what I’ll do next to further their shame of me.”]

Don’t hurt yourself trying to read me. It’s not shame. I’m just worried.

[I push myself back, trying to get off his lap but his grip tightens. He starts to laugh at me, throwing his head back before looking at me again.

“Hold on. I want to know something.” I feel a shift. A big shift in our energy. There was something dark that had taken over in a matter of seconds.]

Know what?

[“I want to /know/ who broke your heart?” He turns his head to the right “I want to know that part of you that humiliates you the most.”]

Watch it!

[I cut my eyelids into slit, using my strength this time to break away from his grip and get myself off his lap. I look him back in his eyes, seeing the malice gleam inside them.

He wanted to hear my pain and get enthralled by it. Was he trying to change my game and make it his own?

That was very /me/ of him.]

Nobody breaks my heart.

[“I can’t...

figure out if you’re lying to yourself or me.” Within seconds I had my knee into his crotch, wrapping my hand around his throat. I forced him down harder in case he fights against me.

I dig the tips of sharp manicured digits into his neck, triggered by his question and what he said after.

These emotions...

Their ability to break me down and make me feel weak. With one flip of the switch it’ll all be over. The memories wouldn’t be haunting and I’d be free but I can be better than that. Better than resorting to throwing away my own feelings.

I’ve fought too hard.

I’m telling myself over and over again that this wasn’t about /them/ but what if that’s all it was? That I had created this lie and believed it enough to stir myself away from the truth.

That truth being that my maker hurt me and after closing that wound Dominic opened another and in the midst of that I lost Klaus who was my only real friend.

So much loss.

It made a hole for a longing.

I loved them but loving them and losing them is what made me weak and needy. This emptiness left me searching with blind eyes. To have an eternity to go, I can’t spend it like this.

I can’t keep waiting for someone to come along and pick up the pieces that could put me together again.

To be wanted and needed.

As if any of that would matter in the end!]

You can’t change it. You never could’ve...

[“You’re crying.” He points out, reaching up to swipe the pads of his fingers across my cheeks. I didn’t even notice. My tears? I couldn’t feel them anymore. Whenever I cried my tears would burn my flesh. I hated the feeling.]

It was my maker. You wanted to know.

[I took my hand away from his throat, watching the deep scratches I made heal like they were never there. Surprisingly I still have his attention after days of not being able to keep it longer than a minute.]

He’s the one responsible for my first heartbreak. I didn’t see myself loving after him...

[I seat myself on his lap again, straddling his waist this time. He’s looking up at me with confusion on his face.]

until Dominic. You see he made me feel something again and I have never been this aware of my heart. It’s like a haunted house of all my darkest horrors.

[I tap my finger tips along skin near the opening of his V neck shirt. I told him this but not because I feel obligated too. Just like before I turned him he had a way of making me talk.]

And now he’s the reason I’ll never feel it again. He broke my heart a lot like Britney has broken yours.

[I had cursed him.

I cursed him from the very start.

I had turned him and made him monstrous. All because of my allure to his broken heart.

I can hear it thumping in his chest. Each beat speaks to me like a saddened song.]

It hurts like hell and then one day, it doesn’t.

[I turned him out of my fear of loneliness but I had already been alone. What I did was go against Hekate and make a mess of things.

His virus is worsening.

He’s far from the man I had turned and to leave him this way was wrong.

Caleb is undeserving of this.

Just because his heart was broken didn’t mean he had to be caught in the crossfire of all my madness.]

Are you listening to me?

[I asked him, realizing how quiet he had gotten. He’s back staring at what’s behind me. A blank wall that didn’t have any pictures or paintings. Just a blank white wall. I had lost him again. I shook his shoulder, trying to catch his attention but he doesn’t fold.]

/Caleb/!

[I shook him again but there was no use. He was like a shell without a soul. I couldn’t let him live like this.

He couldn’t be my savior and I couldn’t be his.

Despite how annoying he was I was growing use to him the first few days he did talk. How he randomly wanted to change his name to Cassius because it sounded more like a vampire than Caleb did.]

I’m sorry for your broken heart.

I’ll take care of who’s responsible...

So in honor of that.

[I plunge my hand inside his chest, forcing my hand through the calves. I feel around to find his heart, wrapping my fingers around it tightly.

My vision blurs from tears. It wasn’t that he meant much to me but we did go through a hell of a lot together. He gave me patience and never despised me regardless of what I did to him. He’s looking at me again, his hand on my wrist holding it tight.

I start to tug downward, feeling the strings of his heart detaching. I had to do it because if I give myself enough time to hesitate I won’t.

One more pull and his poor heart was in my hand. I watch his body deteriorating right before me. Taking the last piece of my hurt with him, soaking up the rest of the tears I had left in me. His beautiful face turning a smoking grey and his blue eyes growing a soulless kind of pale.

That’s the thing about broken hearts...

Once it’s done making you suffer.

It’ll heals itself when it’s least expected.

And the the pain has it’s way of mending you to who you really are.]

Goodbye my sweet.

[I said as I lift myself off his lap, removing my hand from his chest.

I’m still asking myself...

who am I? If not a seductive killer that hides the broken girl who still crumbles inside.

Who am I?

If not a broken heart. What will I become without the things that still make me weak? I’ve convinced myself that something was wrong with being alone because I didn’t like my own company.

I thought I needed attention,

/needed/ to be seen and loved but those were just the little things.

The time death had kissed me so sweet is when I should’ve stopped valuing something as tedious as love. Letting my fear of being left behind and abandoned break me.

I needed a new beginning. It’s time I grow up and started fresh...

For real this time.]

••Finale••