#i could lay like that for hours and fall asleep

[luckykiwiii101]

NOVEMBER CHALLENGE

YOUR NEW ROUTINE

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

ィ⠀*ring ring* your dream life is calling…⠀࿐

P.S. Make sure you have read THIS POST beforehand! I know this is called the November Challenge but you can use this routine anytime!! This is for people who are going to take their dream life seriously.

Hey Upper East Siders! Gossip Girl here and I have a “challenge” for you. I don’t want you to think about the life you could be living, but the life you will be living after reading this post.

You’ve been denying yourself of a beautiful life for a long time, and that ends now. And i’m sure since you’ve read my “I look forward to never seeing you again” post, you know exactly how the law of assumption works and exactly what you need to do.

So here’s your new manifestation routine, because I am not going to lay back and watch every single one of you live a miserable life and doom scroll on tumblr. I thought the season of horror movies was last month, yet you’re still watching. But not for long.

NOTE!!: When I tell you to “Imagine & feel”, I am talking about FULLY identifying with the INNER self. To read my post about how to imagine CLICK HERE (You should be fully immersed in your inner reality like HERE)

ィ⠀WAKING UP⠀࿐

-> The first minute right as you wake up is a really useful state where your subconscious is extremely susceptible to new assumptions & beliefs.

-> Imagine yourself having all your desires and the best self concept ever!!! Do this for as long as you want, until you are 100% certain that you have the best self concept and that you have everything you want in imagination.

ィ⠀THROUGHOUT THE DAY⠀࿐

-> Throughout the day when you find that your desires come to mind, go back to the state and just know that you have them. Feel yourself to have it in imagination. Imagine & feel. Have fun with it! Look at your vision boards, script, visualise, affirm, vaunt, do whatever you want as long as it fulfills you. DO THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU THINK OF YOUR DESIRES!!!!

-> For those of you who are very busy throughout the day and don’t naturally think of their desires throughout the day because they don’t have time, set reminders on your phone!!! Download this app called “Structured” on the app store, and you can set notifications!

-> Set these reminders on your phone for every 1-2 hours so that you can dwell in the state of the wish fulfilled!!! e.g. A reminder goes off on your phone at 1pm which means it’s time to imagine & feel. Then another reminder goes off at 2pm or 3pm depending on what you choose telling you to imagine & feel. You can use a code word if you don’t want people to see the notifications on your phone. e.g. “I&F means to imagine and feel.”

ィ⠀GOING TO SLEEP⠀࿐

-> Do SATS as you are falling asleep. It’s alright if you don’t “succeed” when doing sats the first time. Control yourself from just falling asleep, keep persisting. This part is optional but it is very helpful to making your desires feel natural to you.

-> You can also do an alpha state meditation right before you go to sleep. You can also do this alpha state meditation any time of the day when you are in a relaxed environment.

ィ⠀REASSURANCE VAUNT⠀࿐

EXPERIENCING THE 3D & FEELING DOUBTFUL

-> NOTE: Unidentifying with the 3D doesn’t mean to ignore the 3D. You are still experiencing the 3D in your day to day life, you simply cannot ignore it. All you can do is just not identify with it. How do you do this? When you experience the 3D, you do not assume that your 3D self is the real you, because your inner self is the real you! You view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions.

-> I want you to know that it’s normal to feel doubtful as the days go on when manifesting your dream life. But you HAVE to keep persisting and not let those doubts get to you. Keep going back to imagination & feeling!!! No matter what!!! Don’t EVER give up!! Don’t give up on yourself!! You don’t deserve that.

-> EVERY time you start to feel fear & doubt and the 3D becomes too overwhelming for you, read this reassurance vaunt by me. It will help you get back on track. -> CLICK HERE

-> When you feel doubtful or even unmotivated, you can read success stories on @loasuccessarchive and @voidsuccessarchive, but remember to ALWAYS go back to feeling!!!

DO NOT let anything get in your way. You are your inner self and you are God. Nothing can tell you otherwise.

- gossip girl

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

[starryjake]

medicine | s.j

in which jake is sick and the only thing that will make him feel better is a taste of you.

pairing: jake x fem!reader

includes: face sitting, oral sex, jake being sick, squirting, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, face riding (lmk if i missed anything).

jake was game to eat you out at any time.

you’re exhausted after a long day of work or classes? jake was there already kneeling in front of the bed, awaiting your pussy.

it’s the middle of the night and you’re tucked into bed, fast asleep? jake can’t help the craving he gets and just has to have one lick of your addictive taste before he’s able to fall asleep.

you step foot out of the shower and within less than a minute, jake is laying you down in the tub and devouring your pussy.

the point was, it didn’t matter the occasion. jake just always wanted to eat you out.

that was never anything you felt the need to complain about. you knew people who’s boyfriends refused to go down on them and you couldn’t believe it. you and your boyfriend had just about the opposite of that problem.

but since jake was always game, that meant he wanted it even when he was in not-so-great situations himself.

“no, jake,” you said assertively, shaking your head.

“please,” he begged, looking at you with those pleasing puppy-dog eyes.

at any other given time, you would’ve said yes. just like jake always wanted to eat you out, you always wanted to get eaten out. you two were a match made in heaven.

however, jake had picked up some virus going around campus and had been completely knocked out by it. he’d spent the past two days in bed sleeping, trying to rid his body of the sickness.

you’d been his faithful nurse, staying close by in case he needed anything. you made him soup, brought him medicine every few hours, monitored his temperature, and gave him everything else he could’ve possibly needed. except, that is, the one thing he actually wanted.

“why not?” he practically whimpered. “it’s been days. i deserve it. i’ll feel so much better.”

his desperation almost made you laugh. he wanted you so badly and if he wasn’t as sick as he was, you would’ve given it to him, but he just wasn’t well enough. he was still sniffly, still weak, still running a fever, and just simply was not in the right position to be giving you head.

“you deserve it?” you couldn’t hold back the laugh this time.

“i do!” he whined, not finding the situation funny whatsoever. “i’ve been stuck in this bed for days feeling like shit and all i want is to have my face buried between your legs. just a taste, baby, please.”

you shook your head.

“just a taste is gonna turn into you eating me out for hours,” you said.

“and what’s wrong with that?” he pouted.

“you need to be sleeping and getting better,” you told him.

he leaned forward in your shared bed to get closer to you, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. he placed his hand on your thigh, tilting his head to the side.

“your pussy will make me better,” he said softly.

you placed your hand on top of his, looking into his pleading eyes. he was still so handsome, even as sick as he was. you were tempted, you had to admit.

“i don’t know, jake,” you said.

“please, baby,” he begged you, practically on the verge of tears. “i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.”

his pink cheeks, his swollen lips, his teary eyes, you just couldn’t say no to him.

plus, he said it would help him feel better, so how could you argue with that?

“fine,” you gave in. “lay back.”

jake bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling in victory. his eyes lit up when you agreed and he immediately complied, lying back down on his back.

you crawled up the bed until you made it to his abdomen. you planted your knees on either side of him and hovered over his body, second guessing whether you should actually do this.

“are you sure, jake?” you sighed.

jake’s face flashed with terror at the mere idea of you changing your mind. his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“i’m sure,” he insisted. “please, i need it. it’s my medicine.”

for whatever reason, his words turned you on. calling your pussy his medicine was all you needed to hear to shuffle your shorts down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to him.

he licked his lips and watched you closely as you crawled up the remainder of his body until landing by his face. you hovered above him, sighing at the sight of him underneath you.

“sit,” he urged, beyond eager to get his tongue inside you.

“stop me if you can’t breathe,” you warned, knowing his nose was stuffed and his mouth would be occupied.

he didn’t say anything, just grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were actually sitting on his face.

a surprised moan escaped your lips as jake immediately started licking your folds, gathering all your wetness on his tongue. he moaned, muffled, but the vibrations from it were extremely pleasurable.

you dug your hand in his mop of messy hair, legs already starting to tremble as he swiped his tongue up and down the length of your pussy.

you looked down and you could just tell he was in his most happy place. his eyes were closed, savoring the sensation of licking your pussy and tasting your sweet arousal. he was almost moaning as much as you were, certainly enjoying it as much as you, if not more.

you turned your head back and weren’t surprised at all by the sight of his hips thrusting up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. his neglected cock was straining against his pajama pants, but you knew he wasn’t expecting you to touch him. he just wanted to eat you out, and that was enough for him.

“tastes so fucking good,” he said through an exhale, taking a second to catch his breath.

“are you doing okay?” you asked him, raising yourself off his face.

“more than okay,” he assured you. “i could do this all fucking night.”

he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down onto his face, going straight for your clit this time. he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked on it softly, swallowing your taste.

you yelped, your legs clenching around his face.

“oh fuck, jake,” you cried out, your grip tightening in his hair.

he released his suction on your clit and went back to gliding his tongue up and down your pussy. he stopped at your hole and delved his tongue inside, letting out a broken moan at your tight walls around his tongue.

you found yourself slightly grinding on his face, subconsciously trying to rub your clit against his nose while he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. you knew he didn’t care. in fact, he loved it. he loved you humping his face in an attempt to increase the pleasure.

you sat up again, removing your pussy from his face. a string of your arousal mixed with his spit kept your pussy connected to his lips.

he looked up at you in confusion and even a slight hint of frustration as to why you just took away his treat—your pussy.

“why?” he asked urgently.

“your forehead is so warm, jakey,” you said, having brushed against it while you were tugging his hair.

it’d brought you back down to earth, reminding you that you were riding the face of someone who was not entirely up to health.

“i’m fine,” he said, annoyed. “i feel so good, please just come back. let me have it again.”

he was so, so desperate. you knew you should get off and let him get some sleep, but he wanted it so bad. so, you lowered your hips back down to his face and allowed him to lick up your pussy lips.

“fuck, thank you,” he moaned out, relieved to have your warm pussy back on his face. “i feel good, i promise. just need your pussy on me, baby, that’s all.”

you sighed in pleasure, leaning back slightly and starting to grind again. jake closed his eyes again, lapping and slurping at your pussy.

your stomach was warm and the knot would unravel soon, you were sure of it. he was so good at eating you out, you never lasted long.

“harder,” he urged, pulling you down on his face even more. “ride my face harder, baby.”

you whimpered, humping his face harder. your puffy clit hit the tip of his nose every time you fucked your hips forward. jake fucking loved it. he loved inhaling through his nose and smelling your sweet pussy, having it right there in front of him.

he loved you sitting on his face just as much as he loved laying on his stomach and eating you out regularly. he loved when you would just lose all control and ride his face like you were riding his cock. he loved to be used.

“fuck, jake,” you sobbed out. “i’m gonna fucking cum, oh my—don’t stop, please don’t stop. fuck, i’m cumming!”

you squealed as your orgasm washed over you. your legs tightened around his face and his tongue quickened, eating your pussy through your orgasm and lapping at the excess wetness dripping out of you. you fucked his face, letting all your weight sit on him because your brain was in too much of a fog to care.

“fuck,” jake moaned against you. “you’re so fucking hot, angel. wait! don’t get up.”

he gripped your waist, stopping you from climbing off his face.

“why? you should sleep now,” you said, catching your breath from your orgasm.

he shook his head, pulling you back down.

“need more,” he mumbled, lightly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, going gentle as to not overstimulate you.

“no, jake,” you declined, however made no attempt to stop him.

“shh,” he shushed you, disregarding your words. “please, baby. i just need a little more and then i’ll be all better, promise.”

you whimpered as he rubbed his wet tongue on your drenched folds. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, basically keeping you trapped on his face.

“jake,” you whispered, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his forehead.

“so good,” he mumbled, flattening his tongue. “ride my tongue, baby. c’mon, i know you can do it.”

you started grinding back and forth on his tongue, head falling back at the sensation. his tongue was so warm and wet and felt euphoric as he laid it out for you to use, to rub your spent pussy on.

if jake was paying attention to his own cock, he’d realize how much pain he was in. he was so, so hard, and needed to be touched desperately. but he couldn’t. he just wanted your pussy and nothing else, not even oxygen.

“fuck,” you moaned. “feels so fucking good, jake. i think i’m gonna cum a lot.”

you didn’t know what you were saying. you were so fucked out and jake was too pussy drunk and sick to comprehend your words either.

you knew what you meant, but he didn’t.

you rubbed your pussy all over his face, getting your wetness all over his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. he started licking you again, moaning nonstop.

“i’m gonna—mm, jake! i’m cumming!”

it hit you a lot faster this time, so fast that you couldn’t even give him a proper warning.

you also couldn’t warn him as a stream of wetness shoots out of you. you were squirting all over his face and that was what did it for jake. that was what had him humping his hips up into the air one more time and cumming untouched in his pants.

he moaned, feeling sweaty and lightheaded as he felt your wetness all over his face. briefly, he thought he might pass out. even feeling so weak, he still ate you out through your second orgasm, drinking all the fluid you’d just released and moaning from how delicious it was.

he hummed, babbling nonsense because he was so far gone. you pulled yourself off his face, your pussy twitching from over sensitivity.

“baby,” he mumbled.

“yeah?” you retorted.

“i came,” he told you.

you frowned, looking down at his pants and noticing the stain of cum seeping through the fabric.

“but…” you trailed off. “you weren’t even touching yourself.”

“i know,” he said. “i think i’m just…really sensitive when i’m sick. but guess what?”

“what?” you asked, already starting to pull his pants down to help clean up.

“i was right about your pussy being medicine,” he informed. “i feel completely better.”

you laugh, shaking your head in dismay.

“you’re such a weirdo.”

-

this is FILTH. what i wouldn’t give to sit on jake’s face man.

thanks for reading!

[yoyomomiko]

AAAA we seriously need more Daisuke x reader fics (|||´Д｀)

May i request something fluffy for the boy? (-ε- )

Drift to Sleep

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader (gender isn't mentioned)

Summary: You've been having trouble sleeping properly, maybe your boyfriend will help out with that.

Warnings: a bit cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): I'm sorry this is so short!!😔 Btw just to throw this out here I wish Jimbo didn't exist. -> m.list

You dragged your feet on the ground, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes as best as you could. Your eyelids drooped down, threatening to shut completely over your eyes and lead you to sleep.

You can't remember the last time you've had proper sleep ever since you stepped foot on the Tulpar. You've had trouble staying awake, yet you couldn't even take a nap.

You don't understand why you can't sleep for more than two hours. Seriously, you keep waking up in the middle of the night, either by nightmares or simply because fate has other plans for you.

At least you had Daisuke.

The way his smile would click something in your brain and instantly power you on, matching his energy. He could easily brighten up your day, even when you felt dull.

"Good morning!" Daisuke beamed, immediately grinning as he saw you entered the room.

"Morning..." You muttered, forcing yourself to smile back, barely managing.

"Not 'good'?" He tilted his head to the side, noticing your tired expression.

"If it was good I would be sleeping." You mumbled in a flat tone, taking a seat next to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, genuinely concerned at the way you were so drained out.

"It's hard to sleep... I don't know why or how, I just can't." You explained, furrowing your brows. "I'm tired, but I just can't..." You added, gazing in front of you as you zoned out.

Daisuke only gave a head nod in response, smile faltering for a bit. He didn't like seeing you in such a state, he just had to figure out how to make you feel better.

"Maybe you can get Anya to check on you." He suggested, gently wrapping an arm around your waist loosely to keep you closer to him.

"It's not worth it... I'll just waste her time." You replied, closing your eyes but to no avail. You knew you had work to do, had to force yourself to stand up and do your chores. It was just so hard...

୨୧ • ★ • ୨୧ • ★ • ୨୧

You turned in your bed from side to side, forcing your eyes closed as you tried to control your breath and count sheep, hoping that you'd fall asleep that way.

You tried every sleeping method you could think of, but none of them have worked so far. You figured out you could just give up and walk circles around your room to exhaust yourself even more.

Just then, you heard a soft click, and then a creak coming from the door. Light came in through the crack, revealing Daisuke's smiling face.

"Daisuke? What's wrong?" You asked in a hushed tone, sitting up on your elbows to look at him. You squinted your eyes due to the blinding light as Daisuke made his way into your room and shut the door silently.

"I can't sleep either." He shrugged with a big, dorky grin on his lips. He started walking towards you with light steps, just so that he's not being too loud to alert any other crew member.

"So... Why not try to fall asleep together?" He suggested, silently making his way over in your bed as it shifted under his weight.

You chuckled at him, watching as he layed down with open arms, waiting for you to throw yourself into him so he can cuddle with you.

You shook your head, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you placed your head on his chest, throwing one of your legs over him as his arm wrapped loosely around you.

His body was so warm, the embrace you two were in felt heavenly, and you certainly didn't want to pull away from it.

You felt your eyes close themselves, feeling Daisuke's chest rise up and down from his soft breathing.

You could hear the way his heartbeat was increasing, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back while you were slowly drifting to sleep under his touch.

If you knew it was this easy, you would've done this from the start.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[scribbless-n-stuff]

I'm here to request since I can't write shit.

Dan Heng came home unexpected and even gave me his lightcone early. I'm screaming 😭😭😭

Anyway, I really want to just coddle him up. Pepper his face with kisses, hugs, play with his cheeks, he's just too adorable I can't

This is more of a ramble sorry. I hope you can write something out of this. Thank youu

Late Night Longings

Characters

Dan Heng (IL or not, depends on your imagination <3)

Warnings/Info

FLUFF!!! INTENSE FLUFF!!!

Author’s Notes

LET’S GAURRR CONGRATS ON GETTING DAN HENG & HIS LIGHT CONE, ANON REQUESTER!!!

Oh god I’m actually tweaking over this beautiful man (I’m a lesbian)

might as well make this a Dan Heng fan acc bro

Hopefully this doesn't disappoint...

After another week-long adventure, the Astral Express team finally boards back on the train. The mission was tough, almost everyone was tired and drained, including you. The train’s doors close, leaving the train car quiet. 

Himeko, who was keeping in check of the duties inside the Express, approaches you from her seat. You feel a hand on your shoulder, “Welcome back, Y/n, how are you feeling?” the red-haired lady asks.

You let out a tired smile, “All good, just tired.. I should go and rest....” Your voice trails off, as you look around for your partner, Dan Heng. However, he was nowhere to be found. He probably went straight to his room. 

Smiling bittersweetly, You let out a heavy sigh, drooping down in fatigue. Your brain was basically falling asleep as you were standing up. 

The sound of light chuckling pulls you back to reality. “Alright, sleep well then.” Himeko withdraws her hand from your shoulder, giving you a smile. She leaves your side, to check on the others. You nod back before also turning away, to go to your room. 

The last sounds you hear, before exiting the parlor car are March’s whiney complaints about how troublesome the mission was. You fondly smile, the crew was like family to you. However, someone was missing. 

Entering your room, you sigh and discard your clothes, getting into more comfortable ones. You also go to wash your face and brush your teeth. By the time you get on your bed, you stretch out your limbs and pop your joints. 

You yawn, as your mind drifts to Dan Heng. “He’s probably tired… Might as well give him space tonight..” you think, before getting into your sheets and wrapping yourself into a blanket. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, missing the closeness of your partner. Nevertheless, you needed your rest. 

As you felt the snugness of your mattress and pillows, you fell asleep almost immediately, lightly snoring as you dreamt of nothing. That’s how you know you’re having the best sleep of your life.

...

… knock knock

The sound of knocking on your door disturbs your deep slumber, you grumble in annoyance. As you peek open your eyes, you could literally feel eyebags forming below your eyes. You turn your head over to your nightstand to look at the digital clock. 

2:43 AM. 

You squint your eyes and huff in disbelief of the current time. Ultimately, you decide to ignore the knocking. Besides, it was almost 3 AM, there was no way you were gonna be awake during witching hour.

Flopping back down, your head lays back down against the pillow, shutting your eyes back closed. As your whole body relaxes once more, your facial features relax too. Finally… sweet, sweet slumber…

…

… knock, knock, knock

Your eyes snap back open, feeling your anger flare up. Hopping out of bed, temporarily bidding goodbye to your warm blankets, you stomp towards the door of your room. You whip open your door. 

“Can’t it wait ‘til morning?” You sharply scoff, before looking up to see a pair of teal eyes. It was Dan Heng, in more casual attire. Except, you couldn’t see his clothes much because he was loosely wrapped around in his blue blanket. 

“Oh!-” Upon seeing that it was him, you immediately regretted your harsh words, just because you were tired.

“Apologies..” The poor boy mumbles sleepily. “I’ll go back to my room..” Dan Heng sniffles, because of the cold air, as he turns away. His hair was tousled up, looking absolutely adorable, which made you feel even more guilty. 

You immediately reach out to yank him back by the hand. “NOOO WAIT!” you exclaim. “I’m sorry, I was tired..” 

Dan Heng blinks at you, feeling a bit surprised by your raised voice.  “It’s fine.. I shouldn’t have knocked so late.” He mutters. 

Tugging again at his hand, “Apology accepted…” You look at him with adoration, it was truly a rare sight to see this man so vulnerable, due to his usual stoic behavior and expression. “Do you wanna come in?” You offer, feeling happier now that your partner was here, disregarding the late hour. 

The next second, you see a small smile appear on his face. 

“Yes, please..”

With this, he basically engulfed you in his arms, also wrapping you in the blanket draped around his figure. Your yelp is muffled into his torso, suddenly bearing his body’s weight. You do your best to drag him to your bed, hugging him by the waist. 

Dan Heng clumsily waddles to the bed, still holding onto you out of clinginess. Eventually, you pry yourself out of his hold, pushing him onto your bed. “Man.. you’re different when you’re sleepy.” You huff at him, as he looks up at you with a sleepy expression. He doesn’t respond.

You smile, before also getting into bed, beside him. His and your legs tangle together, as you position yourself just a bit higher than him, so that his head is around the same level as your collarbone and neck.

His eyes were already closed, falling back asleep. Poor little thing must have woken up randomly, then decided to come to you for comfort. You coo at him, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in to kiss him on the forehead. 

Dan Heng furrows his eyebrows at his, as you feel his cheeks grow warm. Upon registering this reaction, you snicker, deciding to coddle him up even more. You release your next attack on his nose, giving him a quick peck. After that, you go to both of his cheeks, giving him four kisses on each one. 

“Mmmmfff..” The boy mumbles at you, the warm fluttering feeling swelling up in his chest was feeling too strong. The combination of the late hour and his fatigue were a dangerous combination. Nevertheless, he doesn’t tell you to stop… Or maybe he’s too tired to. 

Regardless, you wouldn’t stop either way. 

“You’re sooo cute~”  Finally, you kiss his lips. Slowly and tenderly, lightly biting his lower lip to tease him. This was the last straw for him. 

“You’re waking me…” Dan Heng muffles against your lips, but you just swallow up his words, as you pull away and give him another quick peck. Ignoring him, as you repeatedly kiss his face in the same order as before, except, more aggressive and affectionate. He blushes madly as his face scrunches up in feigned discomfort, but he secretly enjoys it. 

After a bit, he’s had enough, seriously wanting to sleep now. Dan Heng uses the last of his physical strength and energy to push and roll you onto your back. He gets on top of you, mainly to pin you down and restrict you from any movement to disturb him. The comfortability and closeness were just bonus points.

“Stop. Sleep.” He muffles again, as he nestles his face against your chest. As you’re pushed down, you feel your face heating up at the change of position. Even he felt slightly flustered and embarrassed at his own boldness, but he couldn’t help himself. 

You whine a bit at the loss of control, but you sigh and give in, feeling tired too. One of your hands is brought to his back, as you run it up and down to generate warmth for him. As for your free hand, you tangle your fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp to further lull him to sleep. 

Dan Heng on the other hand, his arms were still wrapped around your waist from earlier, holding you against him like a needy koala. The feeling of your fingers caressing against his hair made him let out a shaky sigh. He felt so content, and so did you.

[chillinglyadventurous]

Tolerate It

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.

Collab with @ford-pines-lover

Word Count: 3,216

Tags: SFW, hurt

I used transparent sticky notes for the last picture.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

This was normal. You laying in bed all alone was normal. Ford disappearing for days at a time was normal. But, that didn’t mean it was any easier. Every moment without him had started to become a struggle as you realized you no longer mattered too much.

You hadn’t been sleeping well, fearing what horrible thing he and Fiddleford would come across on their expedition. He was out there, somewhere, discovering secrets and knew worlds. You were in your bed, tears running down your cheeks as you clutched his pillow tightly in your arms. You longed for how things used to be.

His side of the bed was cold. The room felt so empty without the familiar sound of his light snoring as he slept beside you even though it had been months since he’d shared your bed. The relentless tick, tick, ticking of the cuckoo clock was maddening. Each tick, tick, tick, was a reminder that he wasn’t there.

Every second, every brief silence between each tick, tick, tick, seemed to grow ever longer. It was unbearable the way time screeched to a halt when he was gone, leaving you behind for another mystery, another anomaly. You’d wait. You always waited. You couldn’t recall how many hours you had spent waiting by the front door for him to come home. You couldn’t even begin to estimate the hours you had spent lying restless in your bed, just waiting for him to sneak it.

You squeezed his pillow tighter, taking in the smell of him to bring you some sense of comfort, old books and sugar, those jellybeans he loved so much. You tried to remember the last night the two of you had spent together, thinking hard and using the smell of him that lingered on the fluff in your arms to take you back.

It was a vision, coming through so vividly. The room was dark and his arms were slipped around you. He’d brushed your hair from your face as he murmured beautiful words through the night. He always had such a way with words, sentences that rivaled any literary masterpiece you had ever read, but that had been a long time ago.

Since he’d left, the days had slipped by so slowly. Each moment only solidified the dread and worry in your chest. Did he miss you the way you missed him? Was he lying beneath the stars wishing you were in his arms the way you wished he was in your? Did he long to be in that quiet room with you, relaxed in comfortable silence, or was he too wrapped up in his research which called him like a siren beckoning a lonely sailor?

Taking in a shaking breath, you whispered his name through your tears. The weight of your longing settled over your lips. Stanford. Saying it, calling for him, out loud hurt, but, somehow, made him seem closer to you. Behind you clenched eyes, you could see that goofy boy you’d met in college, the nerd you fell in love with. You could see that lopsided grin, the crooked one he only ever gave you.

Where’s the man who threw blankets over my barbed wire?

Things had been so different back in your college days. Like now, he had his obsessions, but it had been one you shared. You both just wanted to graduate, wanted to put that part of your lives behind you so you could move on to bigger and better things.

The two of you would spend every waking moment together. Study dates in the library. Falling asleep in his dorm room, wrapped in his arms, when Fiddleford was out. Stanford Pines had saved you. He was the reason you didn’t drop out of college.

You remembered how you’d joked that studying with him didn’t even feel like work. The way he’d lean over your shoulder, massaging the knots away as he corrected your calculations or explained a theory with the utmost patience, had made your heart ache and fall in love.

The intensity in his eyes softened only for you. Back then, you felt like you were seeing the real Ford, the one that didn’t need the thrill of chasing mysteries to feel alive. He had everything he needed by his side, you.

When things got hard, when the stress of assignments piled up, he was an anchor. When you didn’t believe in yourself, didn’t believe that you could do it, he was your biggest fan. He always looked at you as if you were the most remarkable person in the room. That, alone, had given you the strength to push through. His constant reassurances that you were good enough, smart enough, kept you afloat.

He always knew how to make you laugh, relax, and lift your spirits. More than once, you had wondered what it would have been like if you’d never met him. You were certain you would have walked away from it all. You would have given up every aspiration you’d had if it weren’t for him, for the love he gave you, for the love you shared.

When things became too much for you, drowning you in a sea of assignments, he would drag you away, away from the library or the mounds of books in either of your dorm rooms. You’d be lying on your back in the quad, staring up at the sky.

Fingers intertwined, he pointed at the sky. “You see that one?” He traced a cluster of stars with his finger, “That’s Orion’s Belt. The brightest star is Sirius.” His head turned to you. You saw unconditional love in his expression. He drew you in, lips meeting in a kiss. “You’re my brightest star, do you know that?”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” You nudged him playfully. “I never knew Stanford Pines could be so cheesy.”

He chuckled, “Only with you.”

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky.

As you fell more in love with him, he took over your heart. Every thought that popped into your head could somehow be traced back to him. You’d catch his name spilling from your lips every so often in conversations the thought of him didn’t belong.

Everyone knew you were in love before you did. Emma May had been the first to see it. Perhaps she was just happy her fiancé’s roommate would quit third-wheeling. With her, Ford was always a pressing topic on your mind. She encouraged it. She loved it, always talking about how your kids could grow up with hers. When you and Ford finally became official, there was no stopping you. Bechdel Test be damned.

One evening, at one of the many parties on BMU’s campus, you stood with Emma May with a drink in your hand. The two of you laughed as you watched Fidds and Ford from across the room, the two of them gabbing like teenage girls over their next D, D, & More D campaign. Every so often, you would catch him staring at you and twin blushes would creep up your cheeks.

“Damn,” Emma May laughed, her southern draw dragging out the vowel, “you’ve got it bad.”

You bit your tongue, shying away from your boyfriend’s gaze at her words. “I just, I can’t get him out of my head, Em. He’s everywhere.” You let out a dreamy sigh, taking another sip of the concoction in your cup. “Ford’s got this hold on me. I have never met anyone like him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“Honey,” Emma May grinned, nudging you as she looked in the direction of your boys, “I’d say he’s just as smitten. Look at him, [Y/N], he can’t keep his eyes off you.”

Across the room, you could still feel Ford’s eyes on you. His grin spread through his face when you gave him a little wave. Even in a room full of other beautiful girls, he only had eyes for you. That’s when a familiar warmth planted itself in your chest, the warmth and love you carried with you everywhere. It felt as natural as breathing, as easy as your heart beating. In so many ways, he became the center of your world.

Ford became your everything. Neither of you could sleep without the other wrapped up in your bed. Every moment away from the other was torture.

Emma May leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “He’s been talking about you to anyone who will listen. Just the other day, Fiddleford was telling me that Ford was driving him crazy, going on and on about how amazing you are.” She took a sip of her drink. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two were newlyweds.”

You bit back a smile, feeling your cheeks warm even further. In fact, forever had come up in conversation. You couldn’t wait to be his wife because every glance, every shared laugh, added to the mural of him that was etched onto your heart.

“He got the grant,” you sighed dreamily. “We’re moving to Oregan after graduation.”

Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.

In the beginning, moving to Gravity Falls had felt like a dream. All of those late-night musings while laid up in Ford’s dorm when Fiddleford was away were finally coming true.

Ford had been thrilled, enthralled with his discoveries in that strange, little town. He’d share them with you, his voice dripping in enthusiasm, as he explained wild and far-fetched theories that he planned on proving as fact. His excitement had left you reeling, falling ever deeper for him that you thought possible.

Slowly, however, that town had began to change him. He’d stay up later and later each night, pouring over his journals and countless pages of research. He began to chase ideas that became even more incomprehensible, paranoid babblings. With each roadblock, he felt further away. Often, you’d wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed because his mind was somewhere else.

One night, you tried to talk to him about it. The cabin was cold and silent apart from the scratching of his pen on paper, the occasional ripping up of ideas that had failed him. You’d waited, hoping he’d greet you with a smile or pull you into his lap to show you what he’d been working on like he used to do.

He didn’t. “Ford, honey, can we talk?”

“Hmm? What is it?” He didn’t bother to look up at you, eyebrows crinkling as if he’d forgotten you were even home.

You pushed down the feelings bubbling up in your chest and made your way to him. Your hands skillfully worked the knots out of his shoulders as he continued to write. “It’s just,” you hesitated, “I feel like you’re slipping away from me, like this place is taking you further away from us.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he all but snapped. “Gravity Falls is bigger than I realized, more complicated than anything I’ve ever worked on before.”

You tried to close his journal, but he took a hold of your wrist and shoved you away. “I know, but I feel like I don’t even exist to you anymore.

“If you care about me,” he bit as he looked up at you, a flicker of impatience behind his tired eyes, “you would support me, but it’s obvious now that you don’t.”

“Care about you or support you?”

“Both.” Ford’s words hit you hard, a gut punch. He’d never been this harsh before. Even in your worst spats, he’d never, ever spoken this way. His words had never been aimed directly at your heart that way, a cruel insult that was blatantly false. Of course you cared about him, more than anything else in the world.

He wasn’t eating. He rarely slept, be it in your bed or somewhere else. You were worried. You were worried because he was changing. Before that night, he’d brush you off, but always with a small smile or a kiss on the cheek. The way he was speaking to you now, however, made you feel like a phantom in your own life. You didn’t exist, not anymore.

“Stanford, I miss you,” your voice broke. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep waiting for you to come back.”

For a moment, he looked at you, really looked at you for the first time in a long time. You saw something in him, regret or guilt, perhaps, but it faded quickly. “I’m right here,” he said absently before turning back to his notes.

Drawing hearts in the byline.

You found yourself alone one night. The cabin you shared was completely empty apart from yourself. To keep your mind busy, you needed to straighten up. Your home had become a wreck, littered with crumpled up notes, crackpot theories torn to shreds and left abandoned on every surface. Symbols and sigils were all over the place. Handwritten ideas were taped and tacked to the walls. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

As you sorted through everything, arranging his work into neat piles, you came across an old notebook from your college days. A hum of remembrance escaped you, the pleasant nostalgia filling you up. Ford’s scrawl was neater than it was now.

In the margins, you saw little doodles you had left back then. Little hearts cluttered his study notes. You remembered how happy he was when he’d find them in the middle of one of your study sessions. His face would flush and he’d kiss you quickly, often letting you distract him for a few hours.

For a moment, you wondered if he would react the same now because you couldn’t stand living in this house, surrounded by relics of the man he used to be, the man you wanted back, anymore. You were desperate. Picking up his pen, you scribbled into the blank spaces between his drawings and his notes.

As the days passed, he didn’t notice and you’d forgotten about them yourself. Still, you made sure his space was organized. As you picked up, decluttered, every calculation had felt like the wall he’d built between you. The little things you’d left behind were covered by complex equations because he didn’t even notice they were there, erasing you from his life.

When Ford finally noticed what you’d left behind, he barely paused, glancing at you over the breakfast table as you ate your eggs. He laid his journal flat on the table. “What’s all this?” He traced the sketches, classic Valentine’s Day hearts, as if he didn’t recognize the shapes. They were merely in his way, throwing off his rhythm.

“Just thought you could use a little love while you’re working,” you smiled, trying to laugh off how frustrated he seemed by your show of affection.

He didn’t respond. He was already somewhere else and lost in thought. He didn’t acknowledge your huff or the way you threw your plate into the sink, causing it to shatter. Nothing caught his attention anymore. Nothing mattered to him now except his research.

Always taking up too much space or time.

Every now and then, you hoped he’d glance in your direction. You’d settle for that over the quick kisses he’d give you before disappearing again. But, Ford barely seemed to notice you at all. He moved around you, navigated by you, like you were just another piece of furniture, a constant and unimportant fixture in his space.

In a last ditch attempt to fix it, you made his favorite meal. You set the table with the good dishes in the high cabinet that never got used. You lit candles and put on something pretty. You did your hair and makeup. You poured a glass of wine for each of you, hoping the problem was that he just needed to be reminded of how things used to be.

You found him in the study writing furiously. His hands were laced in his hair on the verge of some breakthrough you knew wouldn’t come. You cleared your throat. “Ford, I made dinner. I thought we could-“

“Just leave it,” he interrupted. “I’ll eat when I’m done. Just throw it in the oven or something when you’re finished.” He turned toward you with a huff when he didn’t hear you walk away. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he spoke again, “Can you just go? I’ll eat later.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I thought-“ You kept your voice down in an attempt to hide the disappointment you were feeling, “I just thought we could have dinner together. It’s been a long time.”

He huffed a quick ‘fine’ as he stood from his desk and stormed past you into the kitchen. He sat with a loud scrape of the chair. You tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t want to over analyze this. You needed to take it as a win even though it really wasn’t.

He picked at his food, never taking a full bite. As you stared at him from across the table, you could see that, mentally, he was elsewhere. His hand was still shaped as if holding his pen, jotting down invisible thoughts as he played with his food. You could tell, to him, he was just fulfilling an obligation he’d much rather skip.

You tried to ask him about his research. You’d hoped it would spark a real conversation even if it did revolve around everything you’d grown to resent. Still, his responses were clipped, simple yes or no answers. It was like eating with a stranger and not the man you knew was deep down, hidden inside of him.

His dinner grew cold. You could barely finish your own while you watched him tolerate your every attempt to get him back. “Stanford, do you even want me here anymore?”

Ford gave you a tire sigh, rubbing his eyes. He met your teary gaze. “I’m just busy. I can’t keep stopping to deal with your- all of this.” He’d hoped you didn’t catch that he was about to say ‘your feelings’, but you did. A tear slipped down your cheek. “Just try to understand, [Y/N]. You being here is fine, but I just need you to give me space to work, okay? Do you understand?”

“Perfectly.”

When he disappeared again, you didn’t bother to clear the table. You didn’t care enough to pack up the leftovers. You kept everything where it was, a reminder of you that he’d have to clean up himself. You couldn’t do this anymore.

So, now, you lay alone in your bed, clutching his pillow while he was off god knows where with Fiddleford on this grand adventure. You couldn’t leave because you didn’t have anywhere else to go. Instead, you mourned the loss of the man you loved. Despite him still being alive, living in your home, his home, he was gone.

You’d hold on to how things used to be because, despite it all, you still loved him. Well, you loved the idea of him finally snapping out of it and coming to you. Living for the hope he’d change, you stayed.

[captainhuggys]

Small blurb | nh13 x reader

Warnings: none, no use of reader pronouns so go buckwild children.

Summary: reader being awake at 2 am after an off day for the devils. Just kind of basking in the domesticity of living with their boyfriend.

There was a sort of serenity to the late nights in New Jersey. For a city so active during the day, it always seemed to quiet down when it was late.

You weren’t usually awake at this hour. Normally you’d be sound asleep curled up in Nico’s arms. It wasn’t for lack of trying, no, you’d been trying to fall asleep for the past few hours. Sleep just wouldn’t take you. So there you laid, head pressed to Nico’s chest.

Because of his busy work schedule, Nico almost always found you asleep by the time he returned home. You always tried to stay awake, but without fail, you’d always end up asleep before he’d make it though the door.

For once he was asleep while you laid awake. You weren’t restless, however. It was sort of peaceful laying there on his chest, wrapped in his arms.

The ebb and flow of his breaths kept you calm. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest, the slow thumping lulling you into an almost trance. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and that alone felt so… right.

You’d been living together for only a few months by this point. You were still getting into a routine with your sleep and his. But this moment alone, this moment was so domestic.

You turned your head to peer up at Nico, taking in the way he looked fast asleep. You almost felt weird for staring, but he looked so peaceful. He laid there, lips slightly parted, one arm wrapped around you while the other laid strung over his head.

You lie there, just staring, for only a few minutes before you could slowly feel sleep seeping in. You pressed a featherlight kiss to his chest before letting the sleep take over.

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A/n: I was having a brain rot moment and decided to write a small blurb. This is also because I cannot sleep and needed to write about it. If you like it, my inbox is open, feel free to request more. If you don’t like it, don’t tell me I’m sensitive 😭

[nightwolf-525]

Aged up GlassHeart AU

Red grew up confined to Wonderland. The ‘Horrible excuse of a man’ (as her mother liked to call him) King Beast had manipulated a young fairy into sealing Wonderland away because he wasn’t man enough to handle Bridget (Red’s mother) refusing to kneel before him.

Of course, this was all her mother’s perspective but Red was inclined to believe her given her mother rarely ever lied, at least to her.

Red is 23 years old when a letter comes from Auradon from a King Ben, likely the Beast’s son, saying that he would like to host an ambassador from Wonderland for a few days as the first step to forming an alliance with Wonderland.

The Queen of Hearts decides to send Red, her heir as the ambassador for a number of reasons. 1) No one in Auradon knows who the girl is and will therefore not treat her as royalty. 2) Red is the most skilled soldier in the Queens army and should have no trouble defending herself and returning home should this invitation be a trap. 3) For a similar reason to the first. Red will not be treated as royalty and will therefore not be expected to act like royalty. Bridget sends Red as a gift to Red herself. A few days to learn Auradon and experience something new without the responsibilities of a royal heir.

Red goes happily. She is greeted warmly and treated well, though the princess can tell the Auradonians were not excepting someone so young. Nevermind that, if they try to manipulate or underestimate her due to her age she will know what kind of people they are.

Red finds King Ben to be kind, if not a little boring. His wife, and Queen, on the other hand intrigues Red though she does not receive a chance to truly interact with the woman. In the evenings/nights Red is gifted a guide. A bright excitable young woman who is about Red’s age. She introduces herself as Dizzy and happily shows Red around the Kingdom. It was her third and last night there when Red finally asks Dizzy about the night life. Dizzy smiles and takes her to a club. Red is unfamiliar with the name, but she understands the concept well enough, they have something similar in Wonderland. She thanks Dizzy and ventures into the crowded club.

She’s been there an hour when she lays eyes on the most stunning and beautiful woman she has ever seen. The woman has curly blue hair and her skin…oh her skin…it’s far darker than any Red has seen in Wonderland but still lighter than a few people she has seen since being in Auradon and Red finds herself enthralled with the way the lights of the club dance off the woman’s bare shoulders. Red has never been one to deny herself something she so clearly wants so she approach’s and offers to buy the woman a drink. The minute the bluehaired woman looks at her Red knows this isn’t going to be a one and done thing for her.

“Chloe.” The woman introduces herself.

Red smiles, “Red. I didn’t realize this Kingdom had woman as beautiful as you. I would have visited a lot sooner.”

Chloe laughs at her and Red finds herself wanting to hear that sound again and again and again. They talk for hours and Red can’t get enough of the beautiful woman, but it’s getting late and she knows she should leave. She regretfully informs Chloe of such and then offers her hand.

“You could join me?” She asks hopefully.

Chloe hesitates, but eventually smiles and takes Red’s hand. The night that follows is the best Red has ever had. She’s no stranger to the female body. She knows how to manipulate a woman’s pleasure to her advantage, but this feels different. Feels real. As she pulls one last wave of pleasure from Chloe’s body and watches as the woman sinks into her bed completely sated and exhausted Red decides that she won’t let this be a one time thing. But that’s a conversation for the morning. Red curls herself around Chloe and falls asleep easier than she has in years.

Red wakes up to an empty bed. No Chloe. No note. Not even a last name. Nothing she can use to find the woman again. She’s left alone with thinking but the memories of the night they shared and feeling of her heart shattering.

Dun dun dun!

Any thoughts?

[loveswrites]

Living Hell Poly Cullens X Reader

Time it took me: 2 hours

Word count: 1240

To My Love's~ I hope you guys liked it!

Love <3

“Your love has truly made my life a living hell.”

“Wait what?” Edward said, confused by your words. The two of you had been walking in the woods in silence because you just needed a break from.. Everything.

“Not just you, Alice, Emmett, and the rest.” You sighed as you stepped on an orange leaf that looked like the perfect crunchy fall leaf. Just for it to not crunch. If you weren’t already irritated you were now. 

“A living hell huh?” Edward questioned back to himself but you knew he expected an answer from you.

“I want things I didn’t before. Like the other week, Alice took Rose, Esme and I to France to go shopping and just like that every Tuesday that’s all I want to do.” You spoke with the sound of tears in the back of your throat.

The moment those words came out of your mouth the walking next to you paused. Confused, you turned around to see Edward standing a few steps behind you with a dumbfounded look on his face that only turned into a sly smirk when you tilted your head to question why he stopped.

“Any other reason you feel like we’ve made your life a living hell?” He questioned. Blinking at him you nodded.

“Go ahead. Tell me.” He smiled.

“Fine. You and Jasper for example you guys took me out at night a few weeks ago to see this beautiful waterfall out of state and now everynight before I go to sleep I yearn to fall asleep to the sounds of that very waterfall.” You finished with a pout. 

Edwarded hummed in response as he walked closer to you. You turned around thinking you both were about to resume your walk but Edward had different plans. Grabbing you from behind Edward sweeps you off your feet making you squeal in shock. Squeezing your eyes shut and before you knew it you were back on your feet. Wobbling you put both hands on your head in attempts to stop the spinning and dropped to a fetal position.

And softly you whispered.

“I am sick of you cold brick hoes throwing my equilibrium off.”

“Heyy I thought you liked the cold.” You heard no one but the one and only Emmett say. 

“Why are we back here?” You whispered trying to keep yourself from throwing up. You had already been mentally trying to deal with the fact that you feel like you're peeing on yourself with no control. And the cramps that came every five minutes like contractions. Now this.

“I want you to tell everyone else what you just told me outside.” Edward said and soon after you heard more footsteps come into the room.

“That I want to sleep by a waterfall?” You questioned wincing as a cramp came through like a lightning strike. 

“I booked the flights already.” Alice spoke to which you could only hear still having your eyes closed.

“That’s not the first part baby.” Edward spoke softly with a smile in his voice.

“That y’all make my life a living hell?” You answered.

“Yeah that one.”

“Us?!” You could only assume Rose shouted.

“Yes y'all! And can you lower your voice? It's loud in here.” You requested.

“Are we the vampires or is she?” Jasper snickered.

“The heightened senses are for another reason Jasper.” The supernatural doctor voiced. 

“Smell her.” 

“Ew.” You frowned.

“She smells the sa-. Ohh..” 

“Oh my god.” You rolled over to just lay face first on the floor. This was the most embarrassing thing ever. You can just smell me and be like oh yeah she’s bleeding that’s cool. You thought to yourself.

“That’s why she’s been moody all day. I thought she was still mad at me from yesterday.” Emmett laughed out.

“Oh I didn’t forget! I’m still mad!” You yelled out sitting up forgetting about any dizziness to defend yourself.

“It's been more than 24 hours!” He yelled back. 

“You're not even human and yet you ate all my snacks?! How does that even make sense to you?! Someone explain it to me please!” You yelled still mad Emmett ate your favorite snack. After a long day of well.. Living all you wanted to do was lay in bed with your love’s and eat the snack you had been craving since you woke up but had saved for later. If you knew big back here was going to devour them you would’ve eaten all of them at 5 am that morning. 

“I was hungry!” He yelled back making the rest of the room snicker.

“You were just eating to eat fatty!” You yelled throwing the closest thing to you which was an empty candy wrapper at him. 

“Hey! No need to body shame, this is all muscle baby.” Emmett smirked. Making you roll your eyes.

“See. Hell.” You stated to Edward pointing to Emmett making him laugh.

“What do you mean by hell though?” Rose questioned brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. You knew she genuinely wanted an answer. 

“By hell I mean you do so many nice things for me it.. It makes me expect them. Sometimes I find myself expecting these things from you guys and when it doesn’t happen I can sometimes get disappointed that you can’t read my mind.” You finished snickering at the same time as Edward.

“So we make your life a living hell because we treat you the way you deserve to be?” Carlisle asked.

“Yes A living hell because I want it all the time.” You nodded.

“By living hell do you mean you want a little extra more love today?” Esme asked.

“I mean.. Hell doesn’t always have to be hot you know?”

With those words you were set for the night.

Laying in the big california king sized bed your loves had bought so you all could lay in bed together and it not be.. So difficult. It’s still difficult, you can’t even lie. But that’s what always brings a smile to your face. Hearing Emmett and Alice fuss over whose foot is on whose and Rose just straight up kicking Edwards leg off of her to which he says..

“Rose, I wasn't even touching you.” 

“It was close enough.” Rose bites rolling her eyes.

“I can’t find that one show we’ve been watching.” Jasper whispers to himself as he clicked through the Hulu acc to find the show you all have been watching together.

“It’s on Netflix Jasper.” Esme says to which Jasper nodded in response. 

You let out a soft hum as Carlisle laid your head on his chest gently stroking your hair. Your eyes slowly fluttered close. 

“You deserve all the love in the world beautiful. You deserve even more than what we give you, understand?” He spoke softly, making you nod in response. 

“We love you so much and even if you feel like it’s too much to ask just know we feel it’s not enough. We wish to give a thousand times more than what we do now.” Carlisle continued Softly kissing your forehead. 

“Is that even possible?” You questioned.

“We attend to show you that it is for the rest of our lives pretty.” Jasper answered kissing your hand that he only held previously. 

The night was full of soft touches, belly rubs, snacks and movies. 

These were the times you found priceless. And these are the times you yearn for.

[personapeters]

bf!kyle spencer headcanons (pre-death) part one ⟡ ݁₊ . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

series links: part one • part two

rating: sfw — contents: kyle just being so boyfriend :p

— bf!kyle who… was sickeningly nervous the first time he said he loves you — but since then, he says it every chance he gets - the end of each phone call, through random texts throughout the day, as you’re falling asleep, in your ear when out in public; whenever.

— bf!kyle who… teases you often - he has no issue with physically showing his affection, but when it’s verbally, he struggles a bit more when it was anything other than an ‘i love you’; poking fun at small things here and there but you know exactly what he means by it and he loves how you can dish it right back at him.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too keen on public displays of affection but loves physical touch more than anything, so he works around it — sliding a hand into your back pocket while you wait in a line, hooking his fingers into the loops of your jeans, tracing shapes onto your thigh when you’re out to eat with friends.

— bf!kyle who… drives your drunk friends home whenever you need him to, always watching to make sure they get inside safely before driving off — no matter the hour, he was there when they needed him.

— bf!kyle who… enthusiastically introduces himself to your roommate, holding out a gentle hand with a tight, close-lipped smile: “hey, nice t’meet you, ‘m kyle.”

— bf!kyle who… texts you random pictures throughout the day of ‘cool’ things he’s come across — like a duck shaped cloud that does not resemble a duck in the slightest, or a heart shaped potato chip that surprisingly does look almost like a heart.

— bf!kyle who… loves rollercoasters and is constantly begging you to ride them with him — he loves how tightly you grip his hand while bracing yourself for a drop, even if it leaves a mark.

— bf!kyle who… wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head atop of yours while waiting in line for said rollercoasters, lightly swaying the both of you and murmuring in your ear whatever nonsense he can think of to make you laugh.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too involved with social media, sometimes posting a random photo here and there, but never misses an opportunity to comment on your pictures: “hot” - “ur actually insane” - “i took that :p” - “ive seen it u can take it down now lol”

— bf!kyle who… is extremely smart, regardless of the stereotype, helping you study any and every subject — if it’s something he doesn’t know, he’d attempt to teach himself just so he could help.

— bf!kyle who… does anything he thinks will make you smile, just for the sake of seeing it — poking at your sides, pulling faces at inappropriate times that he knows could get you both in trouble, reciting cliche jokes with a playful smirk to make you cringe.

— bf!kyle who… asks you to recite your notes aloud to him whenever you’re studying, laying his head on your lap as you do - he says it helps to retain the information, which is true, but he mostly just enjoys hearing your voice and watching you speak.

— bf!kyle who… loves taking you to book stores, offering to buy each and every book you show an ounce of interest to: “y’like that one? grab it… y’don’t have to need it to want it, babe… okay, fine, then i want it… yeah, maybe i’ll let you borrow it,” with a wink.

— bf!kyle who… loves when you sleepover and wear his university branded t-shirts, loving how the ends rest just above your mid-thigh: “think you should keep this… looks way better on you.”

— bf!kyle who… supports every extracurricular activity you do with the upmost effort — like showing up to each and every soccer game, sitting at the very bottom of the bleachers to see you the closest, cheering along with the other friends and families in the stadium, yelling, “that’s my girl!” with an abundance of pride, wanting everyone to know exactly who he was there for.

— bf!kyle who… is a golden retriever puppy in human form - his big, dark eyes and soft, blonde hair representing the physical aesthetic, while his curious, loyal, unconditionally loving, energetic spirit embodies the overall nature.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t like to let you drive, wanting to be the one to escort you wherever you wanted to go. whenever you’d protest, he’d say you’re music taste was way better than his and he needed you to be the designated dj for every single car ride.

— bf!kyle who… loves to leave small kisses all over your body whenever he could — specifically on the curve of your jaw, the tip of your nose and the back of your hands; always letting his mouth linger for a few seconds before breaking the connection.

— bf!kyle who… tries his hardest to open each and every door for you - blaming it on “southern hospitality” when in reality, he just wants you to feel as special as he knows you are.

— bf!kyle who… occasionally brings you around his fraternity brothers when he has to, but only briefly and at a distance - he’d keep you tucked safely behind him, keeping his fingers loosely laced with yours as he greets the men and dismisses the two of you in the same breath.

— bf!kyle who… loves kneading softly at your thighs as he falls asleep — it starting as a way to comfort you but now, he often finds himself absentmindedly tracing and gripping at the plush flesh like a kitten as he slowly drifts to sleep.

— bf!kyle who… plays video games every once in a while, forcing you to play with him and on days where you would simply watch - he’d request you sit on his lap because from there, ‘the view’s much better.’ — and admittedly, it was.

— bf!kyle who… would try and surprise you with home baked goods for the sake of creating something for you all on his own. he’d hand you the container full of sweets with a bright, cheesy grin on his face which only further prompted you to ignore the jarring crunch of eggshells in your mouth upon tasting them.

— bf!kyle who… would always try to keep a hair tie on his wrist or in his pocket, just incase you or one of your friends needed it.

— bf!kyle who… would absolutely melt whenever you ran your nails through his hair, lightly swirling the tufts between your fingers and smoothing them downwards behind his ears — nothing in the world could soothe him faster.

— bf!kyle who… never lets you walk back to your dorm alone — it was never up for discussion, no matter the circumstance.

— bf!kyle who… blushes super easily, the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears often turning pink whenever you’d casually compliment him or even send him a smile from across the room.

— bf!kyle who… warns you it will be cold but, telling you to bring a jacket of your own but secretly loves when you don’t; just so he can give you his — loving how the sleeves stop way past your fingers and how the hood slips over your eyes again and again, no matter how many times you push it back up.

— bf!kyle who… doesn’t get jealous often — obviously, he doesn’t love when he catches guys ogling at you, but it doesn’t really affect him unless he feels like you’re being a little too nice in return - in reality, it’s a very average amount of platonic common courtesy, no fault of your own - was still way too much, in his opinion.

— bf!kyle who… always considers your friends with each decision he makes involving them — he never stays too late in your dorm, nor does he ever try to convince you to bail on plans with them in order to spend more time with him; although, he really wants to.

— bf!kyle who… makes a huge deal out of things you beg him not to - having little gifts and flowers awaiting you on his bed whenever you ace a big exam or win a tournament or competition of any assortment; although, he would always have them for you regardless, even if you ‘failed’.

— bf!kyle who… takes care of you when you’re sick as if your life depends on it — constantly pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to make sure you aren’t too hot, offering to make you even more tea that inevitably collects among the half-drunken cups on your nightstand, and checking the time to determine if it’s been long enough since your last doseae of medicine before he administers you more — he’d jokingly say, “euughh” whenever you’d blow your nose while simultaneously throwing the dirty tissues away for you with a small smile.

— bf!kyle who… keeps a polaroid of the two of you from one of your earlier dates in his wallet — his fraternity brothers would see it and endlessly tease and chastise him for it, but the soft grin on his face from the memory would never dare to falter.

— bf!kyle who… never wants you to pay for anything, especially when you’re with him — he doesn’t exactly fit in the ‘broke college student’ stereotype due to his scholarships floating him through, so he wanted to use his money for better things - like you.

— bf!kyle who… uses ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ far more than the average person — “can you stay at mine tonight, please?” - “no, thanks, baby but thank you.” - “please be careful, please?”

— bf!kyle who… never speaks up when his order is wrong, and begs you not to either, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. yet, you still do, as politely and kind as possible - solving the problem.

— bf!kyle who… secretly loves gossip - letting you spill every detail you have in full depth, listening attentively with furrowed eyebrows and lips parted when the drama get’s particularly juicy.

— bf!kyle who… isn’t too fond of horror movies, but forcibly watches them with arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck, under the guise of ‘protecting’ you.

— bf!kyle who… never forgets anything you tell him about yourself, no matter what it is — your shoe size, siblings names, childhood pets - your favorite color, flower, movie, tv show, artist, song, food, dessert, drink, candy, ice cream, scent, fabric, sport; the list really could go on and on. it always surprises you when he mentions something you completely forgot ever telling him, and he only smiles with a small shrug, happy with himself for it.

— bf!kyle who… buys you a shirt matching his own whenever you mention liking it — sure, he could give you his, and he often does, but he also really loves surprising you with a smaller version of his own attire, grinning like an idiot whenever you put it on.

— bf!kyle who… listens to your music playlists whenever he’s in class, wanting to like what you like and understand you just that much better.

— bf!kyle who… never does anything physically without asking first, no matter the degree: “this okay?” - “can i…?” - “tell me if you want me to stop, please.”

— bf!kyle who… will stop you in the middle of walking to tie your shoe, pulling your foot onto his crouched knee to entangle the laces before lightly patting your ankle when he’s done, smiling fondly up at you.

— bf!kyle who… texts you menial updates throughout the day, just for the sake of starting a conversation: “just saw a bird steal a nut or somthin from a squirrel… lifes crazy :0”

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[dsireland86]

Hi, I was just wondering if i could request a Song inspired fic with Jolly x fem reader? And i was thinking the song Faithfully by Journey?

I absolutely love Journey and this song! Thank you for this!!!

Faithfully

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"Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind Restless hearts sleep alone tonight Sendin' all my love along the wire"

He missed her. More than he would say. Jolly laid in his bunk, hearing the hum of the bus's engine and feeling its vibration. He was lonely for her, even though he and the band had much to do for the next few weeks.   

Tossing and turning, his heart was restless. He couldn't sleep, not without her body curled up into him. Grabbing his phone, he opened his picture folder and searched through the countless ones he had of her smiling as he did so. Then he stopped. That was it. That was the one he was looking for. It was a simple picture, one of her in her pj's sitting on the couch with her feet curled up into her like always. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with loose strands falling out. She was looking at him with a small smile on her face because she hated having her picture taken, even though Jolly took many of her. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. Inside and out. And she was his. Totally, one hundred percent his. He missed her terribly

"Good morning, beautiful," Jolly answered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Have a rough night?"

Jolly nodded, still half asleep.

"Awe. Why? What's wrong?" 

"I don't have you here. That's what's wrong. I miss you more than I thought I would"

"Awe Jolly, baby," she sighed. "I know how you feel. I slept like shit last night, too. I miss you so badly that I had to sleep in one of your shirts. I think I'm going to have to until you come home.

"Which shirt," Jolly grinned.

Y/N stood up, revealing Jolly's Swedish flag shirt.

"Hmm, my favorite one," he smiled.

"Exactly," she smiled back, returning to her seat.

"I Iove you."

"I love you too."

"I'm forever yours."

"Faithfully. I've got to go. Gotta get ready for this really important meeting I have in three hours," she said, kissing her fingers and laying them on the screen of her phone.

"Okay, babe. Good luck."

"Thanks. You too. I know you'll crush it tonight. You and the boys always do, and yes I mean Matt, too."

Jolly laughed, loving how she remembered not to single Matt out after the comment he made over Christmas last year.

"Say hey to everyone for me."

"Will do. Bye."

Jolly ended the call and threw the blankets off, getting up to start the day.

"They say that the road ain't no place to start a family Right down the line it's been you and me And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be Oh, girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully"

Seven shows in, three more left. Jolly and the boys were whooped. Before the show, he video called y/n, but immediately she knew something was wrong. She said his face didn't hold that normal glow. She was worried about him and asked if she needed to take time off from work and fly out to the next show.

"No, babe, I'm good. Really. I'm just tired. You have enough on your plate. You don't need to worry about me. Only two more shows after tonight, then I'll be home and between your legs, deep inside you, showing you just how much I missed you."

"Oh, baby, you're making my panties wet just thinking about it," Y/N laughed lightly.

"Shut up and stop being such a tease."

"Okay, well, you keep telling yourself that you're okay, Karlsson, but I know you better than you know yourself."

Jolly chuckled.

"I know this isn't easy."

"What?"

"Being with me, loving me while I'm always on the road. I know it's not what you signed up for."

Y/N sighed.

"Jolly, baby, listen, I know I didn't sign up for this. People change, and situations and plans change. But my love for you, that has never changed. You're my person. You'll always be my person, and I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully," Jolly continued. "I love you, too."

"Good. Now, go out there, kick tonight in the ass so you can finish this tour and come home to me."

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully". 

It's the last night of the tour, then he goes home tomorrow. Jolly was hyped, full of excitement, to be going home to his woman. The guys noticed this and were happy to finally have him back with them, mentally.

The show started and Jolly played just like every night before, but with a little more spirit, except this time when he looked over at the side of the stage, Y/N was standing there, watching him with the biggest smile on her face.

His heart skipped a beat, and the happiness that overtook him was overwhelming. He smiled back at her, absolutely stunned that she really did give up her time to come out and be with him.

"What are you doing here!"

Y/N didn't even bother to answer Jolly, just gathered him up in her arms and kissed him all over his face. Jolly was sweaty, and his hair was damp and sticking somewhat to his face, but she didn't care. He was back in her arms and that was all that mattered.

"You needed me, so I came. I just couldn't get the time off until today."

Jolly was shocked and the look on his face said it.

"I'm going to assume the look on your face right now is a happy shock and not an unhappy shock," she laughed, cupping Jolly's face and kissing him.

His hands found Y/N's lower back as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, smiling as she did. Jolly leaned in, bending her back a little, and kissed her back, smiling too. Her arms snaked around his neck as Jolly's lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as he spun her around.

"You bet your ass it's a happy shock. I love you," he muttered softly, planting a soft kiss on the end of her nose.

"I love you too, " she whispered.

"And I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully." 

[brickeater712]

sweeter than blood

summary: her coffin finally creaks open. she's so hungry for you and your love.

cw: vampire!garofano x fem!witch!reader, fing/ering, cunnil/ingus, bloody sex, but not the period kind, soft sex, sciss/oring, a little plot at the beginning

a/n: born from my phd in yearnology. i am yearning for a woman who will call me darling

minors dni

the sound of soft footsteps echo through the little house. you scuttle around, sweeping up the dust off of the floor- it’s been quite a while since you’ve cleaned. 

without garofano, who’s been asleep, to ask you to help her clean up, the small house the two of you currently live in has gotten a little bit messy. well, it was more messy, but some clutter here and there wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. 

hours ago, you heard rustling from the coffin in garofano’s bedroom- which made tears well in your eyes. your beloved was finally waking up- after 7 months of waiting. you walk to her coffin, tenderly caressing the polished wood grains. you close your eyes, and recall the fateful incident that had occurred.

arrows whiz past your head as you run through the forest. you almost lose your balance and fall as the whistle of a projectile rings though your ear, the sound too close for comfort. 

“kill the witch!”

“burn her at the stake!”

the villagers continue hurling stones and shooting arrows at you, far into the deep forest.

i’m going to die here, you think, as you feel your legs beginning to cramp, sharp branches growing off of the tall trees scratching away at your robes. i didn’t even get to say goodbye to-

your thoughts are cut off, as you stop dead in your tracks. your path is blocked, a wall of dense, thick trees in front of you. your head whips around to see the horde of villagers already approaching you. the leader of the horde carries a pitchfork, but not for long- your eyes widen as you see him pull back, and swing forward- the weapon flying directly at your head. 

before you get the chance to react, a figure jumps in front of you. the scent is unmistakable- garofano, with the prongs of the pitchfork stabbing straight through her body. she stares down at you, making sure you’re not hurt. you’re unable to scream, only widen your eyes in fear. 

she gingerly reaches around her to pull the weapon out of her back, dark blood oozing out of the holes in her body. 

“it’s… it’s the vampire!” the man who threw the pitchfork yells. “everybody, run!” 

the humans scatter like flies, tripping over themselves to get away from the bloody vampire in front of them. 

garofano stares at you gently, amidst the pain in her body. she strokes your cheek with a bloodied hand. 

take me home, sweetheart. i must rest.”

those are the last words you had heard before she collapsed into your arms. she had already spent her energy looking for you- getting a fork through her body was the last thing she could handle. you had brought her home and laid her to rest in her coffin- and yearned for her for the past seven months she was recovering her energy.

you’re stronger now- you often think back to that day, knowing you’d have been able to take all of the villagers out with a flick of your wrist. or maybe two. 

but now is no time to reminisce about the past. you sit patiently by the coffin, waiting for the coffin to creak open. you don’t have to wait long before the lid of the coffin is nudged gently, pushed open from the inside. you help her, and peer in. 

garofano lay there, just as beautiful as you remember. a tear escapes your eye as you see garofano’s own eyes open. 

you’re barely able to hold in your sniffles and cries. “gar-garofano… i’m, i’m so sorry…” you choke out, words shaky, “you shouldn’t have came to rescue me that day.”

her soft eyes are fully open now, only staring up at you with a gentle smile. a trembling, scarred hand reaches up to stroke your tears and cup your cheek. her thumb is soothing, and you lean into her touch while hiccuping out apologies.

she shushes you, thumb running over your shaking lip. “it’s okay,” she murmurs, “it wasn’t your fault.” her kindness only makes you sob harder. 

“but, b-but i-”

“no buts, darling, i wouldn’t have left you there to die.” she slowly props herself up in the coffin. “and besides, i’m awake now, okay?” 

she doesn’t miss a beat. she pulls your head down and kisses you on the lips. the action takes you by surprise, but you don’t hesitate to reciprocate. you melt into it, more tears falling from your eyes as you’re finally able to experience her taste for the first time in years.

“i’ve missed you.” you mumble, in between wet, messy kisses. “so, so much.”  

her grip on your face tightens ever so slightly. 

“me too,” she says, “i’ve had so many dreams about you in my time of rest.” 

then, a nip on your lower lip.

“but now is not the time for reminiscence.”

a finger comes up to drag down the fabric covering your neck. 

“i’m hungry.” she whispers.

she doesn’t miss a beat. her fangs extend immediately, driving her teeth into your skin. you gasp- first in shock, then in pain, as warm, red blood trails down your collarbone. she wraps her arms around you greedily, your body going limp in her hold. the pain doesn’t last for long- a warmth spreads from the area of the bite swiftly, coursing through your veins. 

her tongue laps voraciously at your dripping blood, feeling energy fill her limbs. “been longing for a taste of you.” she groans into your skin, vibrations amplifying the heat in your body. 

you can only respond with a little whimper, the sensations feeling brand new after way too long of not feeling them. 

when she pulls away from the appetiser, her face is bloody- but a huge grin resides on her face- she had just had a taste of her favourite meal, after all. 

“i have just a little more strength now, darling…” she extends her hand, “why don’t we move somewhere softer?” 

you nod, taking her tender hand, and she climbs gracefully out of the coffin. she turns to look at her bed, sheets messy and pillows strewn.

“i’ve slept in your bed every day you were gone.” you say, blush rising to your cheeks. 

“i hope it smells just like you.” she comments amusedly, pulling you gently along to the bed. 

she sheds herself of her clothing, tossing them aside.

she lies down on the bed, arms outstretched. “come here, dear.” 

you climb onto the bed, slowly crawling into her soft embrace. 

“just now was the appetiser. now it’s time for the main course.” she declares, before going for another bite at your neck. 

this one is stronger, more primal- the venom she’s sunk into your bloodstream courses through you rapidly. it gets you heated, beads of sweat forming at your temple. your core starts to burn just a little, your clothing suddenly feeling hot and stuffy to be in. 

ever the attentive woman garofano is, she takes notice immediately- how could she not when you were squirming atop her? 

she takes your robes off without trouble, the motion having been practised a thousand times before. she tosses the robe off, and you’re left in your underwear- something she easily rips off and throws to the side as well. you’re left bare, straddling her thigh. 

she licks the blood at your neck once again, that’s dripping down and staining her clothes. she moans as she feels the mana from your blood strengthen her. oh, how she has missed this sweet, succulent, taste. 

subconsciously, your hips grind down on her thigh- each lap of her tongue only making your arousal heavier. 

blood stains garofano’s face, down to her neck. she pulls away from your wound, looking up at you with a smile on her face. the venom in her bite leaves you dazed, mindlessly grinding down on her thigh, wetting it with your slick. 

“so needy… you’ve been waiting for this for a long time, hm?” she asks, watching you nod so desperately for her touch. “i won’t disappoint you, darling.”

with that, she surprises you by hoisting you up by the hips, bringing you forward until you’re kneeling just over her face. you look down to see her licking your blood off her lips. but the semblance of cleanliness doesn’t last long, as she tilts her head to bite directly next to your pussy. 

you whine out, leg twitching from the pleasure and pain. slick only gushes harder from you, and you reach down to relieve the pressure, rubbing on your clit. 

“need you, garo…” you slur out, motions faltering. her venom is so potent- even the sensation of your own blood running down your thigh is enough to almost push you to orgasm. 

she sucks your thigh so gently, coaxing more blood out of the wound. now that she’s had her fill of your blood, she wants something sweeter. she doesn’t bother to wipe her mouth off, and thrusts her tongue right into your dripping cunt. 

you squeal out, hand faltering its motion on your clit. the sudden stimulation makes you fall forward, your other hand going to grip the headboard. 

“garo!” you whimper out her name, “too- ngh, much!” 

“aw,” she pulls away, cooing at you. “my little witch is so sensitive…”

you haven’t been touched in so long, after all. you’ve spent countless nights shoving your fingers deep into your pussy, trying to mimic the feeling your lover had given you so many times in the past. but it was never enough- nothing could replace her. 

“i’ll make you feel so good…” she mumbles, and forces your hips down on her face once more. her tongue reaches deeper this time, hitting every good spot inside you. it has you gasping, crying, and whining out for her, and your hand on your clit speeds up. 

“c-cumming already-” you choke out, clenching around the tongue inside you. 

she hums, letting vibrations roll through you- encouraging you to cum on her tongue after so long. she shifts an arm to move her hand, pushing two of her fingers into you, making you cum immediately. 

you throw your head back, eyes wide open, and your hand falters once more. garofano notices, of course, and pulls her tongue away in favour of licking your clit instead. she curls her long fingers deliciously, making sure each stroke pushes you further into the throes of pleasure. your legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to clamp around her head. she doesn’t mind, sucking your clit harder. 

you pant above her, gripping the headboard to make sure you don’t fall over. you ride out your orgasm for a few minutes, before slumping forward. you look down and see garofano licking her lips clean- or as clean as they can get, bloodstained- once more, as well as a bloody mess between your thighs and her neck. 

you’re dazed. so beautiful, you think. you could never tire of this sight under you. you shuffle downwards and lean down, and now you’re face to face with your lover. 

“i love you.” you declare softly, before kissing her. she moans into it, letting you taste your own cum and blood on her tongue, but you don’t mind- this wasn’t the first time. 

when you pull away from the sloppy kiss, garofano stares at you, adoration in her eyes. you wish this moment could last forever- but you’re still needy. the venom hasn’t worn off, it seems. 

garofano knows this too, as she asks you to sit up on the bed. “my turn to be on top,” she says, flipping positions. you’re lying down on the bed this time. she spreads your legs, and slots herself in between them. she’s straddling one of your legs, thigh pressing against your cunt. 

“we’ll both feel good now.” she sighs, moving forward to press her already wet cunt against yours. a shaky sigh leaves your lips, grinding back against her. the sound of slick against slick fills the cosy room, the intimate noises only serving to spur the both of you on harder. 

garofano rolls her hips delicately yet forcefully, propping up one of your legs onto her shoulder. “i’ve dreamt of this so often, darling.” she whispers, kissing your ankle. 

“me t-too, my love,” you respond, already feeling another orgasm rise in your core. your actions are filled with affection, each grind back against her getting wetter by the second. 

garofano chuckles lightly as little “i love you”s drop from your mouth repeatedly, babbling away as you grind your clits against each other. she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers. “cum for me whenever you’re ready.” she commands, tightening her hand around yours. 

you look up at her, tears welling in your eyes. “ h-ng! i- i’ll never let you get hurt like that again- promise! ” you wail out, wanting to convey all your love and regret to her. “i’ll protect you from now on!” 

it’s as good as a declaration of eternal love for her. and it’s one she’ll remember forever. 

“and i promise i won’t leave you alone like that again, my little witch.” she leans over, before the final climax, and in a shaky voice, “i love you”.

the moment the words hit your ears, you cum. you wrap your arms around her and pull her close, whining and whimpering. the pulse of your cunt, and your pretty noises push her orgasm forward as well. 

cum stains the bed, and movements become sloppy. when your pussy gets too sensitive, you  collapse onto the bed. garofano moves to lie down on the bed with you. 

you’re already drifting off to sleep, but you don’t want that just yet. and of course, she knows.

“don’t worry, sweetheart, we have so much time ahead of us. rest now, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” she reassures you, putting your mind at ease.

you declare your love for her one last time in a soft murmur, making her smile, before falling asleep in her soft arms. 

[nightmarevore]

i really wish i could sit in a mouth for a while when im tired and just be swallowed down when im ready. i wanna slip down someone’s throat and hear each swallow and get squished down and hugged. i want to hug their heart when im near it. i want to land in their stomach and sink into the walls. i want to be told i feel nice, i tasted nice. i want to be comfy. i want to be squeezed at and pressed at. i want to be wrapped in flesh of stomach walls

[electoons]

it fucking happened againnnn im about to anesthetize myself. iv supplies near me

[earmo-imni]

Not getting enough sleep Sucks Ass

[lunarsapphism]

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[blujayonthewing]

I think about that time aubree got a casual hookup a lot I think largely because it was a time something nice happened to her with no downsides