#i saw a post like that earlier and it made me anxious

[aka-indulgence]

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[kenobers]

is this love? | jason todd x sionis!reader

but first free palestine !! You started hooking with Jason Todd, the second eldest Wayne child, so that both of you could royally piss off your father, Roman Sionis. Now that you've accomplished that, you're still hooking up. And spending the night. Frankly, you are quite sure what this is anymore. But you know you like it. tw: Post-sex setting, brief description of sexual activity, reader has a lot of anxiety and was maybe homeschooled as a child, mentions of poor father-daughter relationships, fem!afab!reader a/n: Surprise, I like Jason Todd too. This was inspired by this ask on gliverrwrites' blog! In hindsight, it might've been kinda weird of me, but i couldn't get the concept out of my head. thank you to gliverr and anon! please check out their blog!

There was no greater "Fuck You" you could give your father than the sigh of satisfaction that escaped your lips as your head hit the pillow.

However, Roman Sionis and all his misdeeds had been wiped from your mind in favor of the man panting above you.

You were certain that there was no work of art more beautiful than Jason Todd at this very moment. His green eyes flashed before fluttering shut, no doubt following suit with his head as it rolled back. The shock of white hair had been made curly by sweat and the comb of your fingers. His mouth hung open and uttered a string of praises for you - although the only coherent words you could make out were "good" and "beautiful". Still, they passed like poetry through his lips, which were puffy and delightfully red from contact with your own.

It was so polite of him to let you cum first so you could witness this masterpiece. Even if it was through your own post-Jason haze.

Jason's forehead came to rest on yours as his hips stuttered against yours and an all too familiar warmth coated your thigh. You took the opportunity to brush wet black and white strands of hair out of his handsome face. His eyes peered open again as he caught your hand in his own. For a moment, you expected him to smack it away, but instead he brought your palm to his lips and kissed it.

"My beautiful girl."

Even when he had melted the rest of your naked body into jelly, he still managed to turn your stomach into butterflies.

Now he pressed a kiss between your eyebrows.

"Gimme just one second, baby," he panted before rolling off of you. You sighed again as cool air hit your sticky skin, however, an anxious knot began to form in your stomach as your lover disappeared into the bathroom.

What if he left out the window? What if you never saw him again? What if this was just a one time thing to get back at your father for the countless number of things he'd done to Jason's family?

But it would be incredibly silly if he did all this just to leave you in his apartment, especially considering this was far from the first time you'd slept together. Besides, wasn't the should-be-enemies-with-benefits what you had wanted this whole time?

You turned on your side to watch him in the bathroom, subconsciously rubbing the slick between your thighs together. Jason swore as his toe collided with something. You giggled as you realized it was his Red Hood mask, the gleaming metal winking at you in the yellow light.

Jason glanced over his broad shoulder and grinned at the sound of your giggles. He brushed his sticky hair back, giving you a prime view of his sharp canine. You shivered thinking about the mark it had left on your neck earlier. He turned the faucet on and ran something under it, then turned back to you, flicking the bathroom light off.

He really was an imposing man, you noted. 6'2 and built like an ox. To you, he looked like a statue with the way the moonlight streaming though the window illuminated his bare hip and ribs, painting them a comforting shade of blue. If he hadn't just fucked you silly, you would've imagined how scary he must be to a criminal in a dark alley.

The bed dipped as your statue sat beside you. He gently rolled you back onto your back, then began rubbing your thighs down with a warm washcloth.

"You feeling alright, doll?"

He must've asked that a handful of times while he had your legs hooked over his shoulder. You couldn't recall a time when anyone else had checked in with you during or after sex.

You nodded, only to have your words replaced with a sharp hiss as the washcloth brushed over your still sensitive pussy. The administrations stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, baby," Jason apologized, although he couldn't hide the amusement on his face. "I'll be gentler next time."

You snorted, "don't go making threats now."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. Heat rose to your face as you tasted yourself on his soft lips. You let out a whine when he parted and rose again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin' back. Hold your horses, lady," he teased, waving his hand dismissively. You rolled your eyes playfully. Like he had any room to judge someone for their dramatics.

He wiped himself down with the washcloth before dropping it in his hamper, where your torn panties hung over the side. He'd promised to buy you a much more expensive pair to make up for it. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxes and tossed you a pair.

You sat up and just as you had wriggled them over your hips, Jason was ready with one of his t-shirts. You put your arms up and let him slid the worn fabric over your torso - not missing the way his eyes stopped to admire the way Black Canary's logo looked over your bare chest.

"You sure you're alright? You're so quiet," Jason asked, sliding in next to you. You laid back, resting your head against his chest as you breathed in the lingering scent of sex, leather and aftershave. His skin was soft beneath your finger tips, their smooth path only interrupted by a patch of hair or a scar.

You remembered the first time you'd hooked up with him, before you had accidentally caught him with the Red Hood mask. You assumed the autopsy scars were some sort of dark humor tattoo. You told yourself you couldn't catch feelings for a guy with a weird ass tattoo like that.

And now you were still in his bed. Wearing his shirt. And his underwear. Knowing his secret identity. With plans to get breakfast in the morning.

At what point had this gone beyond simply pissing off Roman Sionis? Both you and Jason had just wanted to get back at your father by fucking in his warehouses. But now you had your own space on his bathroom counter. You were staying the night after sex. You whined when he pulled away from you.

Above all else, he was so kind to you. But beneath the sarcasm and snark, he had been kind from the get-go. It was you that had acted like a rotten, spoiled brat. The more time you spent with him, the softer you got.

Jason squeezed your shoulder lightly, murmuring your name. You looked up at him dumbly. His brows were furrowed in concern as he ran the tip of his finger over your cheekbone.

"What's the matter, bub?"

You shook your head.

"'m just tired. And lost in thought, I guess."

"Oh?" He hummed, brushing your jawline. "Whatcha thinkin' about, pretty girl."

You pretended to think for a moment.

"Hmm, just about how tired I am. Ya really know how to wear a woman out, Todd."

"Well, if I recall correctly, you said-"

"I know what I said!" you cut him off with a mock defensiveness, pretending to smack his chest as he snickered. Once more, he covered your hand with his own large one, this time pressing it to his heart.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, lost in each other's touch. You started to wonder if this is what love felt like; safe and warm and blissed out. You tried to push the thought out of your mind.

"Seriously though," Jason said, his voice low. "Did I go too far tonight? Are you actually okay?"

If you had been anyone else's daughter, you were certain that you would've started crying.

"I'm...I was just thinking..." you took a breath. In your defense, this kind of tender-love-and-care wasn't in your DNA. "I'm just...I'm lucky to have you, Jaybird."

"This isn't about to be a 'but comma' statement, is it?"

"A 'butt comma'?"

"Yeah, you know, 'you're great and all, but..."

You shot straight up, now hovering over him anxiously.

"Oh God, no!" You said, your eyes the size of saucers as you shook your head. Oh Lord, if he couldn't already tell you were emotionally unstable. You fell back on your heels, ringing your hands nervously. "Unless you want it to be..."

Now Jason sat up, taking both of your hands in his, running his thumbs over your knuckles.

"No, no, pretty girl. I don't want that."

There was no malice behind his green eyes. No mocking tweak in his slit eyebrow. No violence in his grip.

You sighed in relief and allowed Jason to lay you back down. He wrapped his thick arms around your waist and pulled you into him. You were thankful for the way he tucked your head into the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassment at the emotional outburst.

Jason kissed the top of your head, "actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to come to the Manor with me on Sunday. Family dinner stuff."

You peered up at him, "Would I be, y'know, welcomed there?"

"Of course," he promised. "Look, if there's any group of fuckers that can empathize with daddy issues, it's these fuckers. Damian'll probably give you shit, but you could've been birthed by the Pope and he would give you shit. But he knows you're cool."

"And Mr. Wayne?"

Jason chuckled, sending a soft vibration through you as his dark chest hair tickled your cheek.

"Believe it or not, it was B's idea to invite you. I think he's curious."

"Probably want to vet me," you grumbled, half joking, half painfully serious.

He laughed again, "baby, if Bruce had reason to be suspicious of you, he would've launched and concluded an investigation by now. He knows you're not your dad. I know I talk my shit about him, but trust me, he gets it."

You were about to ask if Batman had been keeping tabs on you when Jason continued.

"Plus, you know," he shrugged. "He knows you make me happy."

Oh, your heart stopped for a second.

Oh, that wasn't a bad thing.

Jason wanted to take you to dinner with his family. Not because he was a Wayne and you were a Sionis and the situation was inherently funny (and bound to set your old man off). But because you made him happy.

And fuck it, he made you happy too.

That might be love, actually.

"Well, if you insist," you nestled closer to him. "Then it's a date."

[yunhoex]

rowdy — smg (m.)

pairing ⇢ mingi x reader

summary ⇢ surprising Mingi with a visit on his birthday might just be the highlight of your vacation.

genre/au ⇢ smut, idk what they are lol

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 1.7k

warnings ⇢ making out, cowgirl (obvs), groping, fellatio, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy tendencies?, spanking, breast play

a/n: happiest 25th to the menace of my life 😩 i can’t believe he’s my first post here when he’s not my bias like fawk i saw him yesterday irl so nice to meet y’all ;)

birthdays are Mingi’s thing, not yours.

so he thought he was hallucinating when he sees you standing by the door, a huge smile on your face and open arms dangling with gifts.

“hi!”

you ran up to him, hugging him after which he reciprocated with a tighter one. he only released you after realizing you’re really here with him on his special day.

“you flew all the way here for this?” he wonders as he approaches a nearby chair to sit down. he removes his sunglasses as he waits for you to place the fancy paper bags on the carpeted floor.

you follow Mingi as soon as you're done, sitting on his lap and his hands wrapped around your waist like second nature.

“no, i was visiting someone nearby” you reply nonchalantly, placing your arms around his broad shoulders, squeezing them lightly as you position yourself comfortably on his lap.

“who?” his hands pause from caressing your sides, eyes averting as his hand slithers down and palms your bare thigh.

he's debating if he wants to know or not. finally looking up at you, he raises one brow and you mimic him.

“does it even matter? i’m here to celebrate your birthday” you dismiss his question, removing his cowboy hat before leaving a peck on the lips. you’d hope Mingi would let it go but his hand comes up to cup your jaw, returning your lips to his.

he bites your lower lip, coaxing you to let him in so you do. you never really kiss him like this but there seems to be an urgency with how his lips are capturing yours right now.

the questions start lingering in your mind but it’s his day so you’re gonna let him do whatever he wants.

“mhmm so how are we gonna celebrate?” he asks gruffly, his lips moving down the column of your neck, teeth busy nipping your skin while his hands are touching you everywhere.

you tend not to care about this type of thing so Mingi admits he's a little touched that you decided to visit him. though a part of him wonders who you could be visiting, he didn't dare press on in case your mood changes.

you’re quite rowdy, but he loves that about you regardless.

maybe Mingi's just overthinking because you could really be visiting a friend or a family member. why is he worried anyways? his getting anxious over this "what if it's someone else?" question and it's starting to bother him more than it should.

no matter, Mingi will just prove to you that he's better and that he's the best part of your visit here.

"how do you want me to?" you tease, giggling when his hot breath tickles your skin.

"you're here to surprise me right?" he counters, his husky voice now deeper than it usually is, sending tingles down to your pulsating core.

seeing him in that black fitted shirt and cowboy hat made you wet as soon as you arrived.

"well, you're already wearing my fave.." you ignore his remark, choosing to play with him a little bit more. this Mingi’s quite rare since he usually takes the reins. you’re taking advantage of the upper hand through this surprise.

his reaction earlier was undeniably clear so he couldn't possibly chosen this fit because you're coming.

“which one? i have most of them”

your breath hitches when his fingers switch to play on the tassels of your tube leather top. it’s a mere habit of his, unconsciously poking anything that attracts his eye and it’s affecting you a lot.

or maybe it’s cause you missed him a bit.

“hmm, this one” you give him a faux innocent smile, grabbing his belt and Mingi tries to suppress his excitement as he watches you unbuckling his pants.

you got off his lap so Mingi could pull down his denim pants and boxers, just enough to release his already swollen cock. it springs up towards his black shirt and you're salivating, kneeling between his legs at once to take it in your mouth.

“shiit, i miss your mouth baby” he groans, one hand coming down to grab your head. you hollow your cheeks, pushing your head deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat. it had Mingi unconsciously bucking his hips, wanting for more.

you wanted to suck him off longer but you're honestly desperate to have his dick in your pussy.  you're enjoying your view, eyes fixed on Mingi struggling even though you're in the same boat. his breath heavies, a sign that he's close and usually you'd swallow but you have different plans for him tonight.

releasing him, you got up from your knees and shimmied your denim skirt and undies before returning to his lap.

"w-wait, already?" he responded hoarsely, mind too fogged to process what’s going on with his nearing climax. he’s not even gonna complain that you just edged him. he secretly likes it and he's sure you know how much he does at this point.

"yeah, can't wait anymore" you whine impatiently in Mingi's ear which causes a shiver through his spine. he's dazed, he always is each time he hears your seductive voice. he can’t even respond properly until he feels your wet pussy walls envelop him.

“fuck, you’re amazing” he breathes out before hurriedly pulling down your top. it took him a while due to it being tight on your body so you ended up chuckling, finding him cute.

you'd expect Mingi to curse in frustration but he latches his mouth on your breasts, turning your laughter into a series of breathy moans.

“mingi..” you clutch his shoulders as you begin rolling your hips. it's a struggle when he constantly kneads your tits with his large hands, tweaking the nipple that's not under his tongue. when he's somehow satisfied, he releases them and leans back at the chair, moving one hand down to your waist to guide your pace.

"what a fucking view..." he whistles, giving your ass a quick slap but he's groaning right after when you clench around his dick.

he's just too hot and the sting from his palm encourages you to bounce faster on his cock. his eyes remain on yours unless he's looking down to where your pussy's greedily sucking him in.

before you can even think of a response, Mingi's other hand crawls up from your chest towards the bottom of your neck, pressing lightly before wrapping his ringed fingers around your throat.

airy whines that were coming off from your mouth are cut of and Mingi thinks you look adorable like this. now that you're back to being putty under his hands, he's contemplating to ask his question again. he could edge you to get his answers but there's something stopping him.

he doesn't wanna find out though.

there's something different in Mingi tonight. aside from how he's looking at you, his touches are needier than usual. it could've been that he misses you but there seems to be an underlying worry there too. eventually, his fingers start loosening their hold around your throat so you take the chance to lean in closer.

leaving kisses along Mingi's jawline, your lips ascending until they reach his ear.

"cum inside me, baby" you whisper and he freezes, your words knocking out his breath.

"fuck for real?" he almost shouts, eyes widening until you nod, nuzzling his neck as you giggle again. he's still processing your words, not believing that you wanted him to finish inside you. both of you have been very careful since the beginning, always wearing protection each time you have sex so obviously, this is a big deal.

this must be your other surprise then and Mingi's gonna show you how thankful he is.

suddenly, Mingi's back into action. both his hands grip your hips as he fastens his thrusts, bucking up to you so fast that you have to claw your nails on his shoulders for balance.

"oh fuck, mingi!" you almost scream cause Mingi found that soft spot inside you and keeps hitting it with precision. you're so close but so is he, sensing your need to cum when his hand snakes to rub circles on your throbbing clit.

and when that band in your lower abdomen erupts, you collapse on top of him, resting your forehead against his as he reaches his own.

"holyshit babe, i'm cumming, ugh.." he warns then he bites his lower lip, dropping his head on the crook of your neck after as warm spurts of his cum fills you up.

“happy birthday.. mingi...” you greet him breathlessly as he continues rolling you on his softening cock. his ringed hands come down, groping your ass and you couldn't hold in more of your whines.

“best gift, best birthday gift, fuck” he whispers against your skin repeatedly, matching your moans when oversensitivity takes over both of your senses. you try pulling back so you get off him but he refuses to let go despite the slight sting of overstimulation.

still stubborn.

you huff but threaded your fingers along Mingi's hair instead, calming the both of you down from your highs.

"you're welcome" you smile at him brightly when you finally manage to pry his mouth from leaving wet kisses along your collarbone.

"come sleep in my room" he pouts, not even bothering to look at you.

"can't, my flight's in a few hours" you match his pout but you see his lips forming into a frown. he's so adorable when he sulks that you can't help but relent.

"but maybe, i can rest for a bit" you continue, realizing that you don't really wanna make Mingi sad on his day.

"okay, i'll order some food. actually whatever you want!" his smile is back, enthusiasm coursing back into his veins after hearing that you'll stay. sure, probably only for a few hours but that's enough for Mingi to make up for the time that you missed together due to your busy schedules.

"aren't you supposed to be celebrating with everyone?" you query, redressing quickly so you won't waste any free time you have with him.

"already did so now it's only with you" he curls his arm around your waist, putting back his cowboy hat and sunglasses on with his other hand.

the smirk on Mingi's handsome face should tell you that this night's far from over. well, it's still his birthday so he'll continue to celebrate until it's over. maybe even after if he gets lucky, he'll just make sure that he will be your last stop.

e/n: this is unedited since i'm tryna post this within his birthday and i'm recovering rn oml. the concert def helped for inspo 😩so i hope y'all still like this tho!! <3

[puckbunnyera]

New Friend | Luke Hughes

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pairing: luke hughes x reader genre: fluff (?) word count: 1.3k warnings: none summary: a chance meeting with NHL superstar rookie, Luke Hughes, leads to an surprising new friendship

notes: first time writing on this account. will probably end up taking this down or heavily editing as my writing progresses because I'm not sure if I like this one. we'll see 🤷🏽‍♀️.

update: link to part 2 here

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The smell of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke overwhelms my senses as I sit at a booth in the corner of an overcrowded bar that my two best friends have dragged me to in Newark. Nausea swirls in my stomach at the sight of all the intoxicated bodies dancing and stumbling around me. After accompanying them to an intense hockey game between the New Jersey Devils and Chicago Blackhawks, ending with a 4-2 win for the Devils, they had decided that the success of their favorite team called for a celebration.

Not much of a party person, I decide to hang back at a table and keep watch of their belongings while they leave to go dance the night away amongst the other drunk people who litter the bar. To ease the anxious feeling in my chest, I pull my phone from my crossbody bag and open up my Kindle app. I choose the book I have recently been invested in, and I quickly become immersed in it. I'm not sure how much time passes by but I'm just reaching a really intense part in the storyline when a male voice grabs my attention.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Lifting my gaze from my phone screen, I meet with the gaze of a very handsome stranger. Shyness begins to take over as I realize that he's talking to me. My words leave me as I continue to stare at the guy in front of me. My lack of response must come off as apprehension because he quickly begins to apologize.

"Sorry if I scared you." He starts. "The bar is pretty packed and all of the tables are full. My friends ditched me to join the crowd and I'm not really a fan of these types of outings."

"It's fine," I reply as words finally find their way into my brain and out of my mouth. "I don't mind." I gesture to the empty seat at the other side of the booth.

"Cool." He nods, sitting down. "I'm Luke, by the way."

"Y/n." I respond. "Nice to meet you."

"I like your jersey." He refers to the Devil's apparel that I'm still wearing from the game I'd attended earlier in the night.

"Uh, thanks." A blush rises to my cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "It was the first jersey I saw in my size at the fan shop so I bought it."

"I'm assuming you're not a Devil's fan, then."

"Not really." I shrug. "My friends are though. I don't know much about hockey, but they love it. They convinced me to go watch the game with them tonight hence why I bought the jersey. What about you?"

"Kinda have to be considering I play for the team." He responds nonchalantly. His words leave me a little stunned and a lot confused.

"I can't tell if you're lying or not."

"I'm serious." He chuckles. "In fact, that's my last name and number you're wearing right now. Look me up if you don't believe me. Luke Hughes, number 43, of the New Jersey Devils. I won't be offended."

I do just that after picking up my phone from the table from where I had previously abandoned it after he made his appearance. Looking through the Google results, I realize that everything he just said is true.

"Okay, so you are telling the truth. But why would you just openly admit that to me? Aren't you worried that I might run off and tell everyone in the bar that I'm talking to The Luke Hughes? Or post it on the internet or something?"

"No." He shakes his head. "Call me naive, but I don't think that's the type of person you are."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Instinct or whatever you call it." He shrugs, a goofy grin on his face.

"What's it like, being on the ice? It seemed intense, and I was only watching it. I can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like to play."

"It is intense, but I love it." He replies honestly. "I always have."

We continue to talk back and forth for what seems like forever. Taking turns to ask each other questions and sharing random stories that have us laughing, almost to the point of tears. At one point during the conversation, he moves to sit on my side of the booth so he can show me a video of his brother falling off of a board while wake-surfing at their lake house in Michigan. He's in the middle of telling the story of the time he almost had to go streaking across his college campus when he's interrupted by a noticeably drunk man, a few others following behind him as he approaches the table.

"Lukey!" He exclaims loudly, making me laugh as he wraps an arm around the shoulders of a flustered Luke. "We've been looking everywhere for you."

"Who's your friend?" Another man questions as they file into the booth seat. The one embracing look shoves us over to sit on our side.

"I'm Y/n." I introduce myself.

"Nico." He greets me before pointing to the other men at the table. "That's Dawson, John, and-"

"And I'm Jack." The loud one from before interrupts. "I'm Lukey Pookies older brother." He lifts a hand and teasingly pinches Lukes cheek.

"My very drunk older brother." Luke huffs in annoyance and swats Jack's hand away.

"Nice to meet you." I giggle as the brothers begin to bicker.

As casual conversation begins amongst the group that has formed at the table, Luke scoots closer to where our shoulders and thighs lightly brush against each other with every slight movement and he leans in to whisper in my ear.

"Sorry about them." He smiles sheepishly when I turn towards him.

"Don't worry about it." I assure him. "They seem fun." He nods before turning to join the conversation.

It's nearing two in the morning when Nico, who seems to be the only sober one in the group aside from Luke, announces that it's time for them to head home. There are a few groans of disappointment, which Nico ignores as he begins to pull them from their seats. After they say their goodbyes and begin to walk away, Luke turns towards me.

"I know this is probably weird, and feel free to say no, but I was wondering if I could get your number." He questions, shyness washing over him. "This is the first time in what feels like a long time that I've been able to have a conversation with anyone, let alone a girl, whose intentions aren't to take advantage of my fame or status to influence their own. I would really like to get to know you more. As a friend, of course."

"Of course. I'm always down to make a new friend." I smile, a fluttering sensation forming in my chest as I take his phone and add my contact. A few seconds after handing it back, my own phone buzzes.

"I just texted you so now you have mine. I have to go but text me when you get home, so I know you made it safely."

He seems to hesitate for a few seconds, as if trying to make up his mind about something, before he leans in a brushes his lips softly against my cheek. When his face is visible again, he is sporting a bright red blush, mine surely looking the same if the warmth in my cheeks says anything. He says goodbye quickly before turning to run after his friends who are whooping and hollering, having seen the whole thing. I smile to myself as I gather mine and my friends belongings, a giddy feeling running through every fiber of my being. I make it only a few feet from the table when I almost run into my friends, both standing in front of me, with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Tell us everything!" They exclaim as they each grab one of my arms and begin to pull me out of the bar.

[collaredsoldat]

Winter Soldier Post!HYDRA Headcannons

warnings: Bucky is still the Winter Soldier | PTSD | Post abuse (physical, psychological) | Past SA and mentions of treatment for it | Light descriptions of injuries/wounds | Medical stuff

a/n: I was writing something earlier and it made me want to write this. It's just a random collection of headcannons I have. You bring him home after he escapes HYDRA. You have your hands full. Unedited.

Following the events of the movies, let's pretend you bring Bucky home after CATWS. He's still the soldier. He's still Soldat. And Soldat doesn't speak. In fact he is silent for days. Uttering nothing, not a peep.

Soldat is silent, watchful, wary. He doesn't like being approached too quick. He stays in corners. He stays in small spaces. Being too exposed now makes him feel anxious. He reacts with aggression if he is anxious.

You learn all this.

He also becomes visibly irritated when he feels confused and stressed, which is pretty much constantly.

He needs you to order him around, which sounds harsh but the sudden change of environment and treatment is really confusing for him. He is too fresh from HYDRA to immediately just heal. That's now how it works. This kind of trauma doesn't just go away. This man is so severely mistreated, you aren't even sure where to start.

Simple things like telling him to shower or sleep. Otherwise he stays up for days and refuses to do anything. Free will is such a foreign concept to him.

Re-feeding and giving him nutrients and fluids is a nightmare. Luckily, you had a medic friend who could look at him without the involvement of the government since he was in hiding for now. You got all the supplies you needed, but it was still a hassle. His options were very limited when it came to food. Oatmeal, mashed potatoes, applesauce, things like that. He could barely stomach anything more solid than that.

He sits still for the IVs, but sometimes he doesn't and he puts up a struggle, assuming it is some kind of drug to manipulate him. You just have to stay close and talk to him so he pays more attention to you than what your friend is doing.

He got sick a lot. You had to be careful about that. Too much food made him sick, his body wasn't used to it.

He also was having difficulty remembering you and where he was, the fact that he wasn't undergoing constant brainwashing made all the chemicals go haywire. It made his moods unpredictable. He had aggressive bouts, though he never harmed you badly, he would grab you if you got too close out of instinct and fear.

He often broke down and during these times it was a gamble whether or not he'd let you around him. He felt so pathetic and small and horrible, confused and unsure for the first time in decades. He was used to being mindless besides the orders barked at him. Simple, easy, all he had to do was listen.

But now, things were different. He was no longer being kept in a shitty cell or in an icebox. He wasn't tortured daily, he wasn't taken into rooms where agents were greedy with him. He wasn't hurt. And...it confused him even more.

You notice he sits strange when he does. He doesn't like to sit for long. He says it hurts. He prefers to stand. You don't understand until later, and you do your best to help ease his pain.

He didn't understand why you didn't hurt him. Why you didn't hit him. Sometimes he hit himself when he felt like he deserved it, each time he felt a pit in his stomach when he saw the disapproving look in your eye and listened to the scold that came after. You were gentle...but firm. He could not hurt himself. That made him bad. Disobedient. Disobedient soldiers are punished. It was a cruel cycle that ran in his mind. You had to be the one to stop it.

When he did speak, it was simple Russian phrases. Yes, no, he addressed you as handler, his responses were monotone and recited. He had been trained not to speak. That wasn't what he was supposed to do with his mou-

Enough. The memories are invading again.

You could tell when he zoned out into his episodes, his eyes became glossy and he seemed to become a zombie. You sat him down somewhere quiet and stayed with him. Sometimes he didn't want to be touched, sometimes he let you. But you had to be careful, you never wanted him to be uncomfortable or make things worse.

It was a tender thing. But it was something you were more than happy doing.

After a few weeks he seeks you out more often. He stays close by, he even sits close to you or tries to get your attention. He's still quiet, but he speaks more now. Even in english, which you find a relief. By you you've learned the short Russian phrases he spoke, but it was good he spoke english too.

He starts to hang closer to you, he stays out of his 'hiding spots' in your home and stays around you more often. He sits on the couch beside you, starting to seek you out. It's a positive sign he's growing more comfortable.

He doesn't like being alone for very long. If you have a job, it might be hard for him. You try to get one where you can work from home, otherwise he is very anxious and clingy when you come home from your shift.

The spare bedroom is his, but he often finds himself migrating to your bedroom through the night. He needs your presence, he needs to know he's not alone. The silence is deafening, and knowing your body is beside him is comforting when he sleeps.

Speaking of, he starts off on the floor. It's a little heartbreaking, he sees the bed as a test, an awkward thing he doesn't want to sleep in. So he starts on the floor, then you move the mattress off the bed to the floor, along with some pillows and blankets. That seemed to help condition him to an actual bed before he eventually sleeps in yours with you.

You know recovery and his healing is going to be a long, bumpy road, but you are just happy he sees you as protection and comfort, and his trust is slowly building with you.

Thanks for reading.

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images from Pinterest

[amaderika]

. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader

001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...

the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.

“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.

you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.

although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.

as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.

he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—

“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.

that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.

he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”

“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”

you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”

oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”

people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.

you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”

“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.

your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.

6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.

“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.

“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.

“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .

he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.

the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.

it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.

the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.

he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.

he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.

“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”

he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?

he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.

it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.

you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.

you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”

the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.

yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.

“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.

you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.

yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.

“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.

yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!

as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.

that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”

you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean long. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .

the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.

“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.

he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.

yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”

he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.

“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.

as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.

“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.

you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.

“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.

he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.

he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.

he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.

it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.

yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.

“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.

he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.

“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.

“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.

“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.

yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”

yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?

[leclsrc]

hi auds bear!! dunno if you saw charles' insta story of his new sky ad but now begging for a 2k celebration blurb of dad!charles <3

misspelled – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, girldad!charles

“It’s L-E-S, love.” He points to the piece of paper peppered with doodles. “Go ahead for me.”

The sun is high and sweltering, with noontime March heat, but still Charles is undeterred in his quest to get your daughter to spell his name properly. The evening prior, you’d presented him with a welcome home card signed by her, and addressed to Daddy Charlse—cue the Leclerc dramatics.

He’d pressed about a thousand kisses to her tiny face, thanking her over and over and keeping the card in his bag so they could cook dinner together. But once the pasta was finished and the toothbrush jingle was sang (twice) and he’d stowed her off to bed (three storybooks later), he padded over to your bed and sighed lowly, stopping just shy of the foot of it. Already you’d sensed his incoming anxious complaint.

It comes. “So. Charl-s-e.” 

“She’s four, honey.” You’d shut your book softly, smiling. “She spells her grandmum’s name as Packal.”

“It’s because I’m always out for work, isn’t it?” He climbed into bed beside you, perching his chin on your stomach. “And this is also because Max keeps insisting he babysit, sweetie. I swear, he’s brainwashing my baby girl.”

You laughed; the vibration extended into him and he smiled fondly at your reaction. “Charles, it’s nothing. They’re working on spelling at school, you know—she’s got a few words she gets wrong sometimes, the same ones. But she’s learning.”

“Charl-s-e,” he’d repeated sullenly. “Charl-seh.”

“If it matters that much, why don’t you try teaching her tomorrow?” You swept your hand through his hair, mouth in a half-smile. “Make an afternoon of it.”

He’d taken your advice very seriously—woken up a bit earlier, cooked them both pancakes (and you French toast, as always) and led her into the yard for some daddy-daughter time. “If you’re thirsty, I made lemonade,” you sing-song from the patio door. “You two’ve been at it for a bit.”

There are scrapped pieces of paper with his name misspelled on most of them—there is the occasional success, though you’re guessing Charles wants just one more—and drawings of your family all over them. You already sense the influx of pictures Charles has on his phone, of these drawings and cards he always posts on his Instagram or sends to you.

At your announcement, Julia looks up, green eyes piqued with interest, grip on the red crayon loosening. But her father’s faster, gently coaxing her back into the mini lawn chair that sits on the yard. She nods along his careful instructions, writing slowly, sun filtering through her light brown hair.

You get short moments of reprieve like this during the season. It’s rare for Charles to visit if he’s in the thick of it—most of the time you travel to a different city to see him, Julia going from your hip to his arms in seconds once he spots the two of you. But this moment is irreplaceable: the sunrays on the grass, the lemonade waiting to be drank, the pieces of paper with Mommy and Papa, bunchfuls of grapes on the patio table. 

He tries again. “Come on, love. C-H-A…” 

She bounds into the kitchen five minutes clutching a final paper, which she shows you with a sun-tinged face of pride. CHARLSE, it reads still. You pour her a glass, wait for Charles to finish packing up the rest of the art materials Julia was too excited to do herself; he comes in a bit sweaty from the sun asking to see the card.

You hand him a glass and press a kiss to his cheek. “Still S-E,” you say, both of you reading over the various scribbles.

“I don’t care.” He pauses. “You see this?” He points to the lower part of the page. 

Best Daddy Ever is written on it in wild vivid colors. You beam, love bubbling up in your chest overwhelmingly. He takes it from you and tacks it onto on the fridge, smiling. “She wrote that. I couldn’t have asked for a better card.” 

[shawnxstyles]

we need a part two when they finish the project please

sweetheart (part 2)

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff

note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1

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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.

but right now, you’ve never hated science more.

peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.

“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—

“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.

“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.

“d-don’t do it.”

“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.

the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.

“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.

“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.

“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.

“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.

“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”

the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.

you swear you’re not normally like this.

“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”

oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.

“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.

“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.

“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”

peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.

but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.

“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”

you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.

“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.

“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.

“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”

“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.

peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.

your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.

however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?

seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”

your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.

his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.

“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.

“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.

“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.

“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.

“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.

“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.

“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.

when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.

while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…

his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.

“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.

you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.

“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.

“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.

“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”

you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.

“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”

he holds up a finger to your lips.

“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”

in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.

the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.

once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.

“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.

“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”

“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”

with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.

peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.

“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.

“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”

so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.

you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.

“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.

“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”

“knew you were fucking filthy.”

with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.

as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.

peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.

he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.

“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.

“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.

“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.

“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”

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[brownieocean]

Tinder in real life ( Harry Lewis x Reader)

Word count: 1,1k

Summary: You work as an influencer when you wake up to a call from your manager. She tells you about a chance to be on a video about tinder-in-real-life where you could raise your visibility and get more followers. You take the offer up and end up in a Sidemen video where you get to meet a certain shy, blond-haired boy who seems to have a liking to you.

brrr brrrr

Your phone rang somewhere.

brrr brrrr

”Ughhhh” you groan as you reach for your buzzing phone on your bed. You pat empty spots a couple times because you cant be bothered to open your eyes this early getting more irritated by the second when your hand cant find your phone. 

brr-

”Hello?” You answered groggily.

”Rise and shine girl, i got u a job offer!” It was your manager.

”This early? Give me like 2 more hours n call me again, i cant think rn”

”No, i need to give a response now if youre in or not”

”Ughh fine, okay what is it?”

”They cant disclose much, but its a tinder-in-real-life type of video and they’re getting a bunch of girls on it”

”Girl what.”

”It's a good way to raise your following! get your name out there, they get tens of millions of views every video, i really think you should do this”

”Hmmm alright when is it?”

”It's next month, ill send you the address and time closer to the date”

”Mhhmhm ok gnight ttyl”

”Oh and don’t forget to do the-

You hung up on your manager, shes great at her job but sometimes shes a bit too hyper. You throw your phone away and pull the covers further over your head.

It's been about a month and you’ve been getting more anxious every passing day about this video you promised to be in. It is tomorrow and you don’t feel prepared at all. You would need to put on your best smile and make yourself entertaining and likable so you could get as many people to follow you after the video was posted. Your biggest fear was that you’d say the wrong thing or completely embarrass yourself in front of millions and millions of people. 

You walk into the studio and step into a line of beautiful girls. You knew you were pretty but these people were all breathtaking. The line went by fast because it was just a security and id check and after you were guided into a room to wait. You went on your phone to pass the time while some of the girls were squeaking about getting to meet "The Sidemen".

Soon it was your turn. Hands sweating you left the waiting room and walked over to where the tape was placed for you to stand on. You saw a line of about ten guys, some chatting amidst themselves and some giving you awkward smiles. Infront of you there was a cardboard frame with yes and no stickers at the bottom representing tinder. 

You noticed you were fiddling with your ring and made a mental note to try and not look so nervous. “Okay, first introduce yourself, say your name, age and where you’re from” yelled someone from the camera crew.

You took a second to calm your nerves. “Hi, I’m y/n, I am 21 years old and I’m from Brighton!” You smiled at the guy ahead of you. 

He was tall and confident. “Hi, I'm Simon, I’m 27 and I bet I could touch your belly button from the inside!” You saw him cringe at himself.

“Eughh” was heard from the herd of men. “You winced when you said that, I don't even think you wanted to say that” you laughed. “I know, '' he said as you guided him to the left with your hand. Time went on and you kept swiping people based on their lines. You were nearly halfway done and you were having the time of your life.

Next up walked a cute blonde boy who seemed even more nervous than you, if that was possible. He was holding a notebook with both hands where he had scribbled in earlier, probably trying to come up with good pickup lines. 

“Hello, im harry I’m 23.. uhh”

He glanced at his notebook

“Girl you got more legs than a bucket of chicken”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he had written that down, and thought it was good. 

Every guy laughed while he stood there sending you an awkward smile, fiddling with his notebook. He was having a hard time keeping eye-contact since he was nervous but he tried his best. Something about him made you unable to stop smiling.

“I liked that, plus you’re cute so…” you swiped him right. He did a little “hooray!” with his hands and walked up next to the guys you had said yes to.

After saying yes to Harry you kept sharing sneaky glances with him. Every time you looked over at him, he was already looking straight at you. You noticed he hadn’t stopped smiling since getting there.

Rest of the group went by quickly, lastly you gave a little recap on why you rejected the people you did and then you were on your way. While walking away you looked back one last time and gave Harry a smile checking him out. And he seemed like he was about to say something but decided not to. Shame.

You walked trough the waiting room, where there were only 4 more girls waiting for their turns, to where your jacket and bag were. You felt happy because you did well and it was over. You couldn’t wait to be able to see the video in a couple of weeks. Just as you were about to open the door to leave 

“Hey! y/n wait!” You were surprised he remembered your name

“Oh hi! did I leave something?”

“Just my number haha! uhh anyway..” He scratched the back of his neck holding his phone in his hand.

“..so yeah i was thinking maybe we could grab coffee sometime? Id like to get to know you more.. or i mean if you want that is.. so uhh”

“I would love to! Here” You took his phone and put your number in it. 

“Text me -

“Harry where the hell are you ? We have to wrap this up” 

You heard somebody yell

Harry looked at you and smiled. You nodded signaling that he should go. He jogged back over to the set looking back at you once more.

And there you were walking back inside your apartment smiling from ear to ear when your phone received a notification.

Imessage:

“Hi its Harry from that video! are u possibly free on saturday?”

[moon-witchs-world]

Dress - Harry J. Potter

I don’t want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

Harry J. Potter x Fem!reader

~1,1K words Summary: After defeating Lord Voldemort Harry Potter wants nothing more than to be happy. To have an easy, simple life. Be boring for a while. Things have changed. The golden trio becomes a loved-up duo and leaves Harry spending more time by himself than he likes. Things with Ginny Weasley just didn’t work out, both of them have changed and they have gone their separate ways. He spends more and more time with you, his best friend and decides to ask you to be his plus one at Ron and Hermione’s wedding. 

Author’s note: this is pure, sickly sweet fluff inspired by the TS song Dress. Hope you enjoy, please leave me a comment or reblog, it makes my day! 

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It would make me so happy to go to R&H’s  wedding together. Will you go with me?,’ Harry had written to you a few weeks earlier. You had written your reply with shaking hands.  I would love to, Harry. 

And so there you were on a sunny Spring day wearing a flowy, fairytale like dress that complemented all your curves, waiting for Harry Potter. 

Ron and Hermione were getting married today and you were beyond excited. You loved weddings. Adored them. There was something so magical and promising about two people dressed up to the nines, in front of all their loved ones, making vows that would last a lifetime. It was even more special when the people getting married were two of your best friends. 

You met Harry, Ron and Hermione when you were just eleven on your first day at Hogwarts. Being muggle born you didn’t know anyone who went to Hogwarts and you were so anxious. The trio was kind to you and accepted you into their little friend group. After the Wizarding War you remained closest to Harry. Ron and Hermione had finally confessed their love to each other and were making up for lost time by never leaving each other’s company or their home for that matter. 

During those post-war years you and Harry grew closer than ever and spent a lot of time together. He was the best friend anyone could ask for, but lately your feelings for him changed. You had fallen for the Chosen one. The man with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and the fierce green eyes. The kind wizard who was seemingly unaware of the magnetic power he had on you. 

And then he asked you to go to the wedding together. Maybe he meant it just as friends, but you felt hopeful. Maybe today you were finally going to be brave enough to confess your feelings. 

You arrived before Harry did and had some time to take in the beautiful scenery. The wedding would take place outside, in the idyllic backyard of Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage. There were wildflowers everywhere and champagne flutes floated through the air. You grabbed one and took a sip. Maybe a bit of liquid courage was exactly what you needed. 

A faint pop behind you startled you and when you turned around you felt a mixture of comfort and anxiety when you saw Harry Potter had appeared behind you. 

‘Forgive me for being late. You look absolutely gorgeous,’ he said after pressing a kiss on your cheek. You hoped he didn’t notice you blushing just a little. When you replied, he was still staring at you.

‘No problem, I only just arrived. You look very handsome as well, Harry,’ you answered. His dark green dress robes made his eyes pop even more and his hair wasn't as messy as usual. You liked his messy, raven coloured hair that never seemed to want to behave in a certain way and you had to resist the urge to run your hands through his hair to mess it up a bit more. 

‘Please, everyone, take your seats. The ceremony is about to begin!’ Mrs. Weasley said rather agitated and you and Harry both went and took a seat at the front. 

The ceremony was intimate and beautiful. You were sure Ron had had a bit too much to drink before, he slurred his words a bit during his vows and his posture was a bit unsteady. Hermione looked radiant, even more beautiful than on a normal day. 

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you thought you felt Harry’s eyes wander to you at least a couple of times during the ceremony. You were very aware of your upper legs touching ever so slightly and when you wiped away a few happy tears, he squeezed your hand softly. 

When Ron and Hermione were officially husband and wife and the newlyweds were sharing a passionate kiss, everyone got up and cheered. 

‘Let’s celebrate!’ Ron yelled enthusiastically. The chairs were magicked away which made space for a dancefloor. Harry took your hands and the both of you started to dance. You let him lead you over the dancefloor, never breaking eye contact for longer than a few seconds. After a while you two decided it was time to take a break and have a drink. Harry took two glasses of champagne from one of the floating trays and gave you one. You stood there in silence for a moment, looking at Ron and Hermione, locked into a tight embrace in the center of the dancefloor. 

‘You’re my best friend. I’m glad we’re here together,’ Harry suddenly said with a beaming smile. You had always been proud to call someone as kind and authentic as Harry Potter your best friend, but now the words hurt you. They felt empty. Not anything close to what you actually felt for him. 

‘I don’t want to be your best friend,’ you heard yourself say. His eyes widened in confusion and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he frowned. 

‘Well, I mean, I like being your best friend. But I want to be more,’ you said so quietly it was no more than a whisper. Harry grabbed your hand and leaned in a bit. 

‘Well, to be honest, I didn’t ask you to come with me as a friend,’ he said with a slight flush on his cheeks. You looked at him in disbelief. Could it be? Could your feelings for Harry be mutual?

‘Is it weird to ask you to be my girlfriend at our best friends’ wedding?’ You giggled. 

‘I don’t know, maybe you should try it.’ 

Harry took a deep breath, straightened his back and took both your hands in his, in a way very similar to the way Ron and Hermione had stood before them not too long ago. 

‘My lovely best friend. Would you mind if I started to call you my girlfriend from now on?’ 

‘That would make me very happy,’ you answered. Harry looked relieved and then came a bit closer. His face was just inches away from you. 

‘I guess that since you’re my girlfriend now, I finally get to kiss you.’

‘I guess you’re right,’ you said with a smile on your face. He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Even though you had fantasized about this moment for so long, it was way better in reality. His lips were softer than you could have imagined and the touch of them woke a million butterflies that had been sleeping in your stomach.  

‘Okay, now let’s go and find a place where I can take off that dress. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but I think I like what’s underneath it even more,’ he said with a mischievous smile. 

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Switcharoo

hey….. it’s been a while…

no but seriously it has been a while and i did Nottt mean for that to happen lmao. it really just happened on its own, work has been kicking my ass lately and it’s been hard to get into the right groove for writing with all that. but!! ideally (if all goes well) i’ll be able to become a little bit more consistent in the near future, so be on the lookout for that 😎

but, as for THIS fic, this is actually… dream’s birthday fic… only a month and a half late :D

but. i won’t let that stop me. this is the 2nd of 3 parts to this new birthday series, part 1 for sapnap’s birthday can be found here. this is also combined with an idea that is YEARS old, originally spoken about in a post linked here, this is just an ask i answered that explains the concept a little more :D

without further ado… enjoy dreamie’s birthday fic <3

lee!george, lee!sapnap, ler!dream, 5.2k words

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“Oh, good,” Dream said with a smile as he stepped into Sapnap’s bedroom, seeing both him and George sitting on the bed– attached at the hip, just like he’d hoped. “You’re both in here.”

They both looked up at him from where they sat, Sapnap cross-legged and hunched over George, who was leaning back on one elbow to look down at Sapnap’s phone with him, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. They looked relaxed, comfortable in each other’s presence, and it almost made Dream feel bad for what he was about to do to them.

Almost.

“What’s up?” Sapnap muttered, leaning over George to put his phone on his nightstand. They both waited in silence for Dream to continue as he made his way over to the bed, flopping down onto his stomach– shaking the bed in the process, which made the other two giggle– and propping himself up on his elbows to maintain eye contact.

“Remember what we did on Sapnap’s birthday earlier this year?” Dream asked, biting his lip through a smile and raising his eyebrows at them as he waited for them to think of what he meant. His legs swayed in the air behind him as a few seconds passed, his eyes flicking between the two of them, and he saw a wave of realization wash over both of their faces, nearly at the exact same moment. He watched as a smug smile formed on Sapnap’s face at the memory, and George scoffed, looking down at the Houston Rockets throw blanket beneath him and fiddling with the corner of it bashfully.

“Oh, I remember,” Sapnap said, and he and Dream both chuckled, though not for the same reason. “I’m sure George does too, don’t you?” Sapnap teased, reaching up to pinch George’s slightly pink-tinted cheek.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, smacking Sapnap’s hand away and looking over at Dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Dream started, his smile widening. “You know what day it is,” He finalized, smiling when George’s eyes widened immediately, looking over to Sapnap as he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, then seemed to get it as well.

August 11th.

“Oh,” Sapnap said, brows raised again, blinking slowly at Dream, who was still staring at both of them.

“Oh,” Dream teased, mimicking Sapnap’s anxious tone, wildly entertained by the change of atmosphere in the room. “So, same rules? I’m thinking same rules,” Dream continued, not wasting any more time with his introduction. He moved to kneel in front of them, clearly ready to start as soon as possible.

“No– no, Dream just- just wait…” Sapnap protested, curling in on himself just slightly, holding his hand up to keep Dream away from him, even though he hadn’t made any further movements. He pulled his legs up to reinforce the barrier between both of them, but Dream only took it as an invitation to rest his hands on Sapnap’s knees, swaying his legs from side to side and making Sapnap chuckle at him.

“Wait for what?” He asked, his smirk growing as he shuffled forward on his knees. “If we’re doing this right, there’s no waiting.”

“I know, but–“ Sapnap began, but he was cut off by a yelp when Dream shoved him back with a hand on his chest, letting him fall flat against the bed and bounce a few times. “HEY–!” Before he could regain control, Dream had pushed one of his knees down flat and straddled his leg that was near the middle of the bed, closer to George, letting his other leg stay unbothered next to him. “DREAM!” Sapnap protested, smacking Dream’s hand off his chest and propping his free leg up again as he adjusted the hems of his hoodie and his shorts shyly. “You– you’re–“ He let out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, and Dream could only smile at him, resting his hand back on Sapnap’s propped up knee. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I know.” He turned his attention to George, who had been watching the whole time, perfectly still, hoping he could go unnoticed for as long as possible. “Your turn, pretty boy,” He said with a smirk. George’s eyes widened as he looked up, then looked away after barely a second of eye contact with Dream, biting his lip anxiously as he held back a nervous smile. “C’mon, George, it’s okay,” Dream coaxed, keeping his voice soft, approaching George as if he was a scared animal. He reached his arm out, motioning for George to move closer, earning him a nervous glance and a soft sigh from the older man. “Come on. You know you want to,” He teased, his smirk turning to a wide, fond smile when George scoffed and rolled his eyes at the claim. He chuckled, motioning once more with his hand, and George finally began slowly inching closer to the correct position. He groaned exasperatedly as he did so, spending the whole time acting as if he was practically dying, before swinging his legs up onto the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

“…This is dumb,” He said quietly, looking over at Dream through his eyelashes, pouting like a little kid in hopes that Dream would just let it go.

“And?” Dream said, pulling George’s legs closer so he could mirror the position he had with Sapnap, throwing his leg over one of George’s to straddle both of his friends. George scoffed again, running his fingers through his hair, clearly stalling, and Dream couldn’t help but smile as he shoved at George’s shoulder and made him fall back with a groan. “Look, it’s fair, right? Sapnap got his turn, you’ll get yours, so I should get my turn too. I like to play with my toys, it’s only fair I get to on my birthday,”

“Oh my god,” Sapnap groaned, throwing his head back and laughing at the ridiculous words, making Dream laugh as well. “You’re so stupid, Jesus Christ.”

“Okay, whatever, shut up,” Dream said through his laughter, taking a moment to contain himself. “Anyway, same rules as last time, you just have to let me do whatever I want and you’re not allowed to stop me– obviously there’s a safe word, we can just use ‘Minecraft’ again if that’s okay with you guys,” Dream explained casually, noticing how red both of their faces had become as he waited for two nods to confirm what he was saying. “Okay, good. But before we start, I actually had an idea I wanna test out,” Dream said, and suddenly two sets of wide, nervous eyes were on him.

“…An idea?” Sapnap finally said, breaking the short silence as he swayed his knee back and forth where it sat up next to Dream.

“Yeah,” Dream said with a smile. “I was thinking about how I wanted to go about this, y'know? Like what stuff I wanted to do, and I realized, both of you have very specific, like… techniques and spots that work best for you– and so do I, don’t get me wrong, but I was just thinking about how different stuff works best for different people, right?” Dream explained. “So… I want to know what’ll happen if I switch that stuff up and try whatever works for one of you on the other,” Dream said with a smile, giggling softly when he felt George shift underneath him at the thought. “Oh, someone likes that idea, huh?”

“Shut up!” George whined, throwing his arms over his face and practically sinking into the sheets in embarrassment. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Well, you’re about to find out, aren’t you?” He replied, and George groaned again, before letting out a sudden squeal when he felt big, familiar hands rest on his waist– not moving, but definitely preparing to. He flung his arms down, instinctively going to grab at Dream’s wrists, before stopping himself as he remembered the rules he so unfortunately agreed to.

“Don’t,” He mumbled, squeezing his fingers into fists and tensing his shoulders, awaiting an attack.

“You know I’m going to,” Dream said through a check-splitting smile, his tone soft and gentle. He couldn’t hide how enamored he was if he tried.

Then, suddenly, there were fingers scratching lightly under George’s arms, making him yelp and clamp his arms down as much as he could.

“AH– nohohoho, WHAHAT?!” George squeaked out, shaking his fists and squirming, trying to throw Dream’s hands away to no avail. “WHYHYHY would yohou stahahart THERE?!” He complained, eyebrows furrowing as he was immediately lost in helpless giggles.

“Because I know it works,” Dream replied, voice dripping with confidence, and George rolled his eyes even through his laughter. Without thinking, he attempted to raise his arms enough to grab onto Dream’s wrists, but it only allowed Dream to have better access to the spot, so he clamped his arms down very soon after.

“Oh myhyhy gohohohod!” George whined, instinctively resting his hands on Dream’s forearms where they happened to be in his reach, throwing his head back as his cheeks turned more pink. Dream couldn’t help but coo at him, unable to shake his wide smile as he watched George’s reactions to the light tickles.

He let his hands trail downwards, fingers curling around George’s sides as they moved, as if his hands were molded to hold onto George’s waist and never let go. He slipped his hands under George’s t-shirt, scratching unbearably lightly at the dip of his waist, making George gasp before falling into high pitched laughter.

“Nahahaha! Dreheheam, cohome ohohon!” He whined through his giggles, attempting to clamp his mouth shut to keep himself contained. His attempt was successful for barely a few seconds, before he broke into squeaky laughter, growing louder and more raspy with each passing moment. George groaned, squirming more and more as his reactions progressed, switching between holding onto Dream’s arms and throwing his hands over his face. “Okahahahay!” George pleaded, voice cracking in the middle and falling on deaf ears as Dream only giggled at him, scratching with two fingers instead of one. “Oh-KAHAHAY!” He raised his voice a little, trying to catch his breath, growing light headed from the sensation. Dream did listen that time, still laughing along with him as he held George’s waist again, squeezing soothingly as he let George catch his breath. “Jesuhus…”

”Sorry,” Dream apologized, though they all knew he didn’t really mean it. “I know that spot really drives you crazy. I just really wanted to do that.”

“Whatever,” George said with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with either of the other two men.

Dream smiled at him, and then immediately jumped his hands over to latch onto Sapnap’s ribs, digging his fingers in harshly and vibrating them against his highest ribs with no warning whatsoever.

“OH, FUCK–“ Sapnap yelled out, clearly caught off guard and in shock from the sudden attack. He grabbed onto Dream’s wrists on instinct, before a sudden wave of hysterical laughter took over when his brain finally processed what was happening. “DREHEHEAM?!”

“What’s up?” Dream asked calmly, still smirking, while Sapnap squirmed wildly underneath his hands, kicking his free leg out against the bed in a useless attempt to expel some of the excess energy coursing through his veins.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Sapnap complained, bright red both from embarrassment and how hard he was laughing, taking in sharp breaths between his screams wherever he could. Dream simply continued on, eventually moving his cruel fingers under his arms instead, scratching and digging in, even when Sapnap clamped his arms down and arched his back, shaking his head wildly. “NOHOHO– DREHEHE–“ He tried a few more times to form words, attempting to throw insults and pleads at his assailant in hopes of reaching peace somehow, but nothing seemed to work. He let out a few whimpers and groans where he could, trying to convey his frustration without having to use words, and he knew that at least that was working, judging by Dream’s stupid, smug laughter he kept hearing in response. Eventually, just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard Dream gasp softly, and the fingers torturing his underarms came to a merciful halt.

“Oh, wait! I wanna try something, hold on, hold on,” Dream said excitedly, and Sapnap closed his eyes and whined as he gratefully caught his breath, already exhausted from just the beginning of what he was sure would be a very long afternoon. “Relax, it’s okay, it might not even do anything, I just wanna see if this works on you like it does on George,” He explained, making George furrow his eyebrows and whip his head back around.

”What?!” George exclaimed, watching Dream guide one of Sapnap’s arms to rest outwards next to his head, and it hit him in seconds what Dream had planned. “Oh my god,” He groaned, throwing his hands over his blushing face.

”Oh, would you calm down, I’m not even doing it to you,” Dream teased, lacing his fingers with Sapnap’s to comfort him before trailing his fingers gently over his exposed tricep. He watched a smile form on Sapnap’s face, feeling his arm tense and jump a few times, but seeing no further reaction. “What does that feel like?”

”Ihit’s kinda nice actually,” Sapnap mumbled, making George scoff and curl in on himself even more, clearly flustered by the situation. “It doesn’t really feel lihike much thohough. It’s not that bahad…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I expected. Glad we know George is just extra ticklish here,” Dream teased again, earning a chuckle and a hum in agreement from Sapnap. Dream squeezed his hand gently, then pulled both his hands back and let Sapnap reposition himself how he wanted.

“Whatever, shut up, idiots,” George muttered, combing his fingers through his hair nervously. Just then, Dream switched back to him, gently slipping his hand under George’s shirt and swirling his fingertips in flowing circles over George’s ribs and tummy. “Oh myhy goooohohohoood…” George whined, curling his arms over his face now, fully hiding himself away in embarrassment. Dream let his fingers focus on George’s stomach, scratching over the sides, the lower portion, and swirling in circles around his belly button, making him squeal and tense up, before falling into more helpless giggles when Dream caught the edges in passing.

“You’re so cute,” Dream said quietly, unable to keep the thought inside his head any longer, and he felt Geogre’s tummy flutter under his finger as soon as he said it, as if the butterflies inside were trying to find their way out. “Oh, you liked that, huh, Georgie?”

”Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He complained, voice muffled behind his arms that flinched with the urge to come down, but he managed to control himself in favor of hiding his flushed face instead. Dream pulled his hands from under George’s shirt, keeping up the movements over the thin fabric for a few moments before trailing upwards. He gently guided George’s arms away from his face, ignoring his groans and whimpers as he did so, and then he traced his fingers lightly over George’s half-covered collarbones. George let out a squeal at the new feeling, one embarrassing enough to make him bite his bottom lip to quiet himself, but Dream moved on quickly. Instead, he trailed his nails over the sides of George’s neck, then traced along the underside of his jaw with his pointer fingers.

“This is a really good Sapnap spot, he loves it so much but it kills him,” Dream stated, earning a scoff from Sapnap and a hum from George, who’s entire body had relaxed with the new feeling, making Dream smile again as he continued. “This flusters you just as much as George’s triceps, right, Sap?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap, who squirmed under the attention and bit his lip as he fought between watching Dream’s fingers and looking away completely.

”I… choose not to comment on that,” He responded, pouting slightly as Dream kept looking at him, long enough to make him need to fully hide his face to get away from his knowing look. “Shut up! Stop– stop staring, you freak, get away from me,” He complained, and Dream giggled at his reaction before turning his attention back to George.

”He just kinda melts into it like a cat though, he loves it,” Dream punctuated his words by running his own fingers through George’s hair instead, pulling his hands back and letting George come back into his own reality. He chuckled as he watched George blink his eyes open, clearly not even realizing they’d been closed in the first place. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his knuckles, draping one arm back over his face and breathing slowly.

“He’s kitten for a reason,” Sapnap teased, reaching over to pat George’s free hand and laughing when George yanked it away to flip him off in return.

Sapnap’s victory was short lived, however, as Dream jumped back over to latch onto his hip bones, wrapping his hands around them and squeezing at the spot just above the bones like his life depended on it.

”WHAHAHA–“ Sapnap yelped, squirming as much as he could with Dream still sitting on top of his leg, caught off guard once again. “YOHOU CAHAHAN’T KEEP DOIHIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”

“I think I can do whatever I want, actually,” Dream teased, and Sapnap shook his head as his laughter grew louder and more frantic the longer Dream continued. “Per the rules of the game that you made up, my baby boy.”

”Shuhuhut UHUHUHUP!” Sapnap whined, letting out another yell when Dream’s hands ventured down to the spot between his hips and thighs– a spot he knew both him and George were extremely familiar with. “NAHAHA– GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Sapnap yelled, reaching down to grab at Dream’s hands, but he was brushed off faster than he could comprehend what was going on, let alone think clearly enough to try again. Instead, he bucked his hips as much as possible, grabbing at the soft blanket underneath them and twisting the fabric in his hands to ground himself.

“Oh, George hates this spot, like, so bad, he always acts like he’s gonna murder me when I get him here,” Dream explained, knowing Sapnap wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, but that it would still fluster George. George glanced over, seeing the spot Dream was focused on, a flustered smile forming on his face as he did so.

”I always want to,” He replied, and Dream chuckled, knowing he was being completely serious. “It’s fucking horrible.”

“YEHEHEHAH, I GEHEHEHET THAHAT NOHOHOW!” Sapnap replied, struggling to get any coherent thoughts through his brain, but still finding the energy to be snarky towards George. He sucked in a sharp inhale that sounded almost painful, and Dream took that as a sign to give him a break soon.

Not just yet, though.

“JESUS, FUHUHUCK, STOHOHOP!” Sapnap begged through his raspy, strained laughter, struggling under Dream’s body and hands, squirming desperately. “PLEHEHEHEASE–“ Sapnap’s broken pleading continued, and Dream decided to actually have some mercy on him, stopping the torture to press his palms into the area comfortingly, rubbing away the ghost tickles before they could form. Sapnap’s body immediately went limp, his breathing heavy as he got air back into his lungs, residual giggles making him shake as he pulled the pillow out from behind his head to hide his face in it.

“Awww,” Dream cooed, and George giggled at his reaction. “Is someone embarrassed?”

“Fuck off!” Sapnap scolded, voice muffled by the pillow, and the other two laughed at him again.

Dream gave him a few seconds to calm down, before he suddenly yanked his t-shirt up, then leaned down to blow a single raspberry right on his tummy. Sapnap squealed, his hands flying down to tangle his fingers in Dream’s loose curls, throwing the pillow away from his face in the process.

“NAHAHA–!” Sapnap shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight enough for tears to start forming in the corners from his laughter. Dream only smiled, blowing another raspberry, this time shaking his head slightly to make sure his beard scratched against Sapnap’s tummy to add to the feeling. “DREHEHEHAM,” He whined, the strength in his body nearly nonexistent by that point, as he squirmed his hips against the bed to try to shake off the sensation . Dream sat back up, tugging Sapnap’s shirt back down and resting his hand over his tummy to rub away the ghost tickles for him once again.

“You alright?” Dream asked sarcastically, earning a chuckle from George and an eye roll from Sapnap.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap groaned, reaching back to adjust the pillow to be behind his head again.

Dream gave him a moment to get comfortable, before he continued onto the final stretch of his plan. He hummed, furrowing his brows as he considered his options, before deciding to switch back to George.

He reached over to George’s free leg, gently pulling it closer, resting it on top of his own leg and putting one hand on George’s shin to keep him in place.

“Stay here,” He said quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth on George’s leg, and George let out a nervous sigh, a slight pout on his lips at the request. “Okay?” He added, and George nodded, looking off to the side, fidgeting with his fingers. Dream trailed his hand up, using his nails to scratch at George’s inner thigh, and the reaction he got was nearly instantaneous.

“Ohohoh, nohohoho!” He whined, feeling his stomach flutter and jump from the feeling, his leg shaking with his efforts to keep still. He threw his hands over his face again, throwing his head back against the bed and arching his back helplessly, his entire body tensing and jumping as Dream continued with the unbearable touches. “Fuhuhuck– Dreheham, I cahahahan’t–!”

“Shhh…” Dream soothed, moving his scratches up and down George’s thigh, relishing in the different squeals and jolts each area resulted in. He always knew George’s thighs were that sensitive, it had always been one of his favorite places to tickle– one of George’s as well, but he was enraptured by how the different technique and build up was getting to him.

“Noho– ah! Ahahaha, nahahaha!” George whimpered incoherently, straining under Dream’s weight that kept him stuck in place. His laughter was light and airy, carefree and breathy, which Dream knew meant it was just as shocking to him as it was to the other two how well the tickling was working. “Thihihis is soho STUHUPIHIHID!” He complained, raising his voice to try to gain some semblance of control back, but his attempt fell short when he only came across more whiny than ever before. “Stohohop!” He groaned when he heard the other two laugh at him, shaking his head and throwing one hand against the mattress below him, gripping the sheets, his other arm still hiding his face.

Dream slowed his hand down a little, keeping his touch light and slow, just to keep George giggling and squirming, but he turned his attention over to Sapnap. He reached over with his other hand to pull Sapnap’s leg closer too, mirroring the position he had George’s in, and Sapnap was already squirming and whining before he even finished adjusting him.

“I didn’t even do anything yet, Sap,” Dream said with a smile, before sliding his hand up and latching onto Sapnap’s thigh, squeezing up and down it, even pushing his shorts up slightly to have closer contact. Sapnap broke into loud laughter quickly after, struggling to find something to do with his hands as he squirmed, eventually deciding on grabbing the blankets and holding on for dear life.

“Thihihis SUHUHUCKS!” Sapnap complained, his breathing still heavy, exhausted from the constant onslaught of rough tickles he was being subjected to. He wasn’t as used to it as George was, and Dream knew he could only take so much at once– in his opinion, he was actually going pretty easy on him.

He’s not sure Sapnap would agree, but that's his opinion.

“You’re alright,” Dream said sarcastically, earning a head shake from Sapnap. He took his hand off George’s leg to be able to grab Sapnap’s, lifting his leg up in the air to be able to reach the back of his leg.

“NO!” Sapnap yelped, trying to yank his leg out of Dream’s hold, but the way Dream had him pinned was nearly impossible to squirm out of. Dream’s hand latched onto the back of his thigh, squeezing and scratching with no direction, and a new wave of hysterical laughter made its way out. “NOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!”

“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” Dream said, and Sapnap immediately hid his face in his hands at the comment, knowing that Dream was not only right, but that it was only made more apparent when he still didn’t.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” He whined, his toes curling as he kicked out and tried to catch his breath. “PLEHEHEASE–!”

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re okay, just relax,” Dream soothed with a wide smile, stopping his hands and patting his thigh before dropping his leg back down onto the bed. He watched Sapnap gasp for air, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the small tears that had gathered in the corners of them, still keeping his blushing face hidden. He grabbed the pillow again, hugging it to his chest and whimpering when Dream giggled at him. “You’re such a baby.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Not even close,” Dream teased, letting Sapnap groan and complain as much as he wanted as he recovered from his torture. Dream shot his hands back over to George, squeezing the spot just above his knee and making him squeal, kicking out and reaching down to grab at Dream’s hand to try and pry his fingers away.

“AH– WHYHYHY?!” George yelled, genuinely caught off guard, and Dream stopped after a moment of squeezing to laugh as well.

“I dunno, I thought it’d be funny,” Dream said, lifting George’s leg up the same way he had done to Sapnap, though George’s reaction was a lot more intense than the other.

“NO!” He pleaded, sitting up as much as he could and kicking his leg away. “DREAM, don’t, please, DON’T!” Dream shoved at his chest, pushing him back down, but he propped himself up in his elbows and curled his leg up. “YOU CAN’T–!”

“Would you chill! I wasn’t even gonna get your thigh anymore!”

“I don’t believe you!” George yelled, practically shaking with nerves, expecting the worst to come in a matter of seconds.

“Well, duh, because now I have to!”

“WH–!” George yelped, and suddenly there was a big hand on the back of his thigh, and he was screaming before he even felt anything. “NOHOHO, PLEASE!”

“George!” Dream yelled, bursting into fond laughter, watching as George’s frantic breathing slowed down as he took in the situation. “All I did was put my hand here!”

“I– well– shut up! I had a reason to be scared!” He defended, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking in embarrassment, face flushed bright red for a whole new reason.

“All I wanted to do was test out your ankles to see if they’re as bad as Sapnap’s,” Dream explained, moving George’s leg again, this time grabbing his ankle to pull it closer and resting George’s foot on his thigh instead.

“Oh, fuck you,” Sapnap grumbled at the comment, but he couldn’t help but look over to watch the scene, just as Dream knew he would. Dream pushed the leg of George’s sweatpants up a few inches, exposing the top of his crew sock so he had a full area to work with. George squirmed under him, still nervous but not as much as other spots.

He traced circles around the bones of his ankles, watching his toes curl and uncurl at the feeling, but nothing more seemed to happen just yet. He continued, adding his other hand so he could get both sides, occasionally spidering his nails in and out over the bone between swirls. George’s giggles had never stopped, and he was squirming just as much as always, but it didn’t seem particularly torturous for him. This was clearly an issue for Sapnap, who scoffed and decided to properly voice his frustration and confusion.

“You’re kidding, right?” He whispered, refusing to look either of them in the eye for fear that he might explode out of embarrassment. “That doesn’t… like, you’re not… how?!”

“It just doesn’t tickle him that bad, silly,” Dream teased, reaching over to poke Sapnap’s tummy just to make him squirm.

“Fuck off!” He said as he smacked Dream’s hand away.

“What, do you want me to do it to you instead?” Dream grabbed Sapnap’s ankle tight, yanking it towards him and preparing to dig into both the sole of his socked foot and scratch at his ankle at the same time, making Sapnap scream in protest and twist his entire body to get away.

“NO, don’t you FUCKING dare, Dream, I will KILL you, I will actually safeword so fucking fast it’s not even funny, let go of me,” Sapnap swore, making Dream laugh at his struggle as he dropped his foot.

“My god, someone’s strung out,” Dream teased, earning an incredulous look from Sapnap that he couldn’t help but keep laughing at.

“Who’s fault is that!” He replied, and Dream nodded, happily taking responsibility.

“Alright. I think I’m happy with what I did,” He said, shuffling back so the other two could readjust themselves, and both of them pushed themselves to sit up, Sapnap pulling his knees up to his chest to curl around his pillow and George sitting cross legged and shaking out his shoulders. Dream settled back down as well, watching both of them as they remained red-faced and bashful, both seemingly still nervous and shy about the situation to move in just yet. Dream chuckled, leaning forward and pulling them both into a group hug, letting them both hide their faces as he squeezed their shoulders and rubbed their backs. “Thank you both for letting me do that. I didn’t realize how fun it would be, you were kinda onto something with this one, Sap.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Sapnap mumbled, chuckling at the sentiment. Dream pulled back, looking between both of them, before ruffling George’s hair and pinching Sapnap’s cheek, making them both swat his hands away as he did so.

“I think it’s movie time now,” Dream said, shoving his way in between the two of them on the bed and tugging them down with him.

George happily let Dream wrap an arm around his waist, hand gravitating to the dip in his waist naturally as it always did, holding him close and pulling the blanket over their legs to keep them warm. Sapnap reached over to the night stand to grab his TV remote, navigating to the home screen as he cuddled up against the other two as well. They bickered for a while over what to watch, who got to pick, so on and so forth, before eventually deciding on one they could all enjoy and chill out to.

Overall, Dream’s birthday choice went pretty well, and he was content with everything that he’d gotten to do, grateful that Sapnap had come up with the idea all those months ago, even if it meant he’d gone through the same thing back then.

Until he remembered George’s birthday was only a few months away.

[camaelczarka]

I reread the end of TVL last night and pulled out some of Lestat’s account of the trial for anyone who hasn’t read the book. I tried to keep out any direct spoilers but obviously we don’t know how the show will adapt this part. Anyway I thought it was worth a refresh on what Lestat says happens leading up to the trial and the aftermath of it. This is kind of a long post but it’s interesting even if you don’t plan on reading TVL. Under the cut for length/spoilers-

Here he describes the period of time after his ‘death’. He needs blood from a strong vampire to recover but is alone now:

But without more of that healing blood, without a fresh infusion, I was left at the mercy of time to heal my wounds.

And what Louis could not describe in his story is what happened to me after, how for years I hunted on the edge of the human herd, a hideous and crippled monster, who could strike down only the very young or infirm. In constant danger from my victims…

The wounds I'd suffered affected my very spirit, my capacity to reason.

With no one else to turn to, he eventually goes to Armand for help. I’m curious about this in the show because the coven tries to contact him via his bank dude but it could be that Lestat is actually already nearby/came to Paris on his own. He may even be trying to find Louis and Claudia before the coven does.

When I had recovered sufficiently to make the long voyage to Europe, I turned to the only one that I could turn to: Armand. Armand who lived still on the land I'd given him, in the very tower where I'd been made by Magnus, Armand who still commanded the thriving coven of the Theater of the Vampires in the boulevard du Temple, which still belonged to me.

Armand plays innocent and gets Lestat to tell him what happened to him:

Once again his eyes moved over me caressingly.

And there was thinly veiled excitement in him, a fever that I could feel like the warmth of the nearby fire. I knew he was trying to read my thoughts.

"What's happened to you?" he asked.

My scars were puzzling him. They were too numerous, too intricate, scars of an attack that should have meant death.

Armand had told Lestat earlier in the book that his fledglings would always hate/resent him, echoed in that bit in the show where Louis is talking about turning Madeline.

But it was the story of Louis and Claudia that came rushing out, in stammering and half truths, sans one salient fact: that Claudia had been only... a child.

I told briefly of the years in Louisiana, of how they had finally risen against me just as he had predicted my children might. I conceded everything to him, without guile or pride, explaining that it was his blood I needed now. Pain and pain and pain, to lay it out for him, to feel him considering it. To say, yes, you were right. It isn't the whole story. But in the main, you were right.

This could be where Armand gets such a detailed account of their lives for the play. Between Lestat’s account, Armand maybe reading his and Louis’ mind and Claudia’s diaries, they have a pretty complete if biased picture to work off.

Was it sadness I saw in his face then? Surely it wasn't triumph. Unobtrusively, he watched my trembling hands as I gestured. He waited patiently when I faltered, couldn't find the right words.

A small infusion of his blood would hasten my healing, I whispered. A small infusion would clear my mind. I tried not to be lofty or righteous when I reminded him that I had given him this tower, and the gold he'd used to build his house, that I still owned the Theater of the Vampires, that surely he could do this little thing, this intimate thing, for me now. There was an ugly naiveté to the words I spoke to him, addled as I was, and weak and thirsting and afraid. The blaze of the fire made me anxious. The light on the dark grain of the woodwork of these stuffy rooms made imagined faces appear and disappear.

"I don't want to stay in Paris," I said. "I don't want to trouble you or the coven at the theater. I am asking this small thing. I am asking ..." It seemed my courage and the words had run out.

A long moment passed:

"Tell me again about this Louis," he said. (!!!)

The tears rose to my eyes disgracefully. I repeated some foolish phrases about Louis's indestructible humanity, his understanding of things that other immortals couldn't grasp.

Armand is likely already seeing Louis at this point, keep in mind.

I saw something in him quicken. A faint blush came to his cheeks.

"They have been seen here in Paris," he said softly. "And she is no woman, this creature. She is a vampire child."

I can't remember what followed. Maybe I tried to explain the blunder. Maybe I admitted there was no accounting for what I'd done. Maybe I brought us round again to the purpose of my visit, to what I needed, what I must have. I remember being utterly humiliated as he led me out of the house and into the waiting carriage, as he told me that I must go with him to the Theater of the Vampires.

"You don't understand," I said. "I can't go there. I will not be seen like this by the others. You must stop this carriage. You must do as I ask."

"No, you have it backwards," he said in the tenderest voice.

Armand then traps him under the theater and starves him until he is forced to drink dead blood. I’m imagining this or a similar version of events is going on while Armand is dating Louis and Claudia is an active coven member. Remember Louis asking Armand if all this was happening while they were together in his flat?

I scarcely remember being forced by him out of the carriage and stumbling along the broad pavements as he pushed me towards the theater doors.

…

And finally starvation as I lay on the floor of a brick-lined cell, unable even to shout curses at him-

Sometime in the dark, I discovered a mortal victim there. But the victim was dead. Cold blood, nauseating blood. The worst kind of feeding, lying on that clammy corpse, sucking up what was left.

Armand tells Lestat about this trial when he’s very ill:

And then Armand was there, standing motionless in the shadows, immaculate in his white linen and black wool. He spoke in an undertone about Louis and Claudia, that there would be some kind of trial. Down on his knees he came to sit beside me, forgetting for a moment to be human, the boy gentleman sitting in this filthy damp place. "You will declare it before the others, that she did it," he said.

Armand then gets him all dressed up for the trial so he looks fashionable and not like he’s being tortured-

"Get clothing for him," Armand said. His hand was resting on my shoulder. "He must look presentable, our lost lord," he told them. "That was always his way."

And then Armand makes him testify against Claudia- don’t know how this will work with this being a play that was rehearsed. But I feel it’s likely that Lestat was coerced more than we’ve seen.

—and Armand saying:

"You will say what I have told you to say." It was a mob tribunal of monsters, white-faced demons shouting accusations, Louis pleading desperately, Claudia staring at me mute, and my saying, yes, she was the one who did it, yes, and then cursing Armand as he shoved me back into the shadows, his innocent face radiant as ever.

"But you have done well, Lestat. You have done well."

Armand then brings him to Magnus’ tower:

And then we went up and up through the old tower to the roof.

I had Claudia's bloody yellow dress in my hands. I had seen her in a narrow wet place where she had been burnt by the sun. "Scatter the ashes!" I had said. Yet no one moved to do it. The torn bloody yellow dress lay on the cellar floor. Now I held it in my hands. "They will scatter the ashes, won't they?" I said. (Upsetting :/)

"Didn't you want justice?" Armand asked, his black wool cape close around him in the wind, his face dark with the power of the recent kill. (Lestat in fact, never said he wanted “justice”)

Armand then tries to convince Lestat that Louis is dead. I think they might be shifting this part to Louis’ 1973 suicide attempt.

Armand's eyes were red.

"Louis—where is he?" I asked. "They didn't kill him. I saw him. He went out into the rain ..."

"They have gone after him," he answered. "He is already destroyed."

Liar, with the face of a choirboy.

"Stop them, you have to! If there's still time..."

He shook his head.

"Why can't you stop them? Why did you do it, the trial, all of it, what do you care what they did to me?"

"It's finished."

…

This part here explains that Armand really would side with his coven, but also attempt to keep Louis:

"And you don't mean to help me, do you?" Despair.

He leaned forward, and his face transformed itself as it had done years and years ago, as if his rage were melting it from within.

"You, who destroyed all of us, you who took everything. Whatever made you think that I would help you!" He came closer, the face all but collapsed upon itself. "You who put us on the lurid posters in the boulevard du Temple, you who made us the subject of cheap stories and drawing room talk!"

…

"We had our Eden under that ancient cemetery," he hissed. "We had our faith and our purpose. And it was you who drove us out of it with a flaming sword. What do we have now! Answer me! Nothing but the love of each other and what can that mean to creatures like us!”

Then Armand pushes him out of the tower-

“You don't understand anything. You never did." But he wasn't listening to me. And it didn't matter whether or not he was listening. He was drawing closer, and in a dark flash his hand went out, and my head went back, and I saw the sky and the city of Paris upside down.

I was falling through the air.

And I went down and down past the windows of the tower, until the stone walkway rose up to catch me, and every bone in my body broke within its thin case of preternatural skin.

————————

Now 2x08 showed a very different version of the tower scene- for one, Louis was never supposed to be there- but I am not convinced whatsoever that it’s what actually happened. It feels way too much like an Armand version of events and since this portion is so importantly clarified by Lestat, I don’t think we’ll see what really happened until Lestat tells it. Obviously it will be different and Louis may still be present for it, but im curious to see how this part is handled by season 3. I think there will be some big changes to fit with the show canon, but I also think it’s still going to have elements of Lestat’s version. Especially because when Louis sees Lestat finally in 2022, Lestat is still not mentally recovered from this event after 80+ years.

[riley-coyotl]

Hello! I saw a post about your dog recovering from ovary-sparing spay and as someone else interested in this route, I am curious what made you choose it.

Sure, I'm happy to explain! :)

So, especially if it is done earlier in life, there are a lot of health concerns associated with traditional spaying (orthopedic issues, urinary incontinence, even certain cancers,) as well as behavioral ones. Of particular concern to me, more and more data is showing an association between spaying and increased anxiety-related behaviors... Which, for Juniper in particular as an already anxious dog, I really did not want to risk making that worse for her.

The timing of spaying is however a balancing act with the increased risk of mammary tumors (early spay reduces the risk for this.) So it's kind of a tough balancing act and a really personal decision, but for me, I feel it's better to wait to spay until maturity, for both physical health and mental maturity/behavioral issues. For most breeds of dog this would be around at least 1.5 to 2 years of age.

That said, the increased risk of mammary tumors seems to rise quickly with the first and second heat cycles, but then pretty much plateaus around that point. In other words, doing a traditional spay on a dog 2+ years old is unlikely to reduce their risk of mammary tumors. (During my research I also found a bit of conflicting data about the conventionally accepted information on mammary tumor risk, which gave me even further pause in accepting that keeping a dog intact increases risk as much as we've assumed it does.)

So, since my only real remaining health concern with a completely intact female dog is first and foremost pyometra (infection of the uterus, which is not an uncommon condition and scares the crap out of me,) and of course, risk of pregnancy (I feel confident in my own management and don't even have any male dogs living here anymore, much less intact ones, but crazy accidents can always happen, male dogs can be VERY determined...) Ovary sparing spay takes care of both these concerns (a proper OSS that removes all uterine tissue + cervix should carry no risk of "stump pyometra") while avoiding any of my concerns with traditional spay.

Also, some dogs do seem to struggle/not feel well during heat cycles (which, since Juni still has her ovaries, her body will still go through heat cycles, she just can't get pregnant and will probably not have any bloody discharge, but if she does it will be reduced,) or have distressing false pregnancies etc. But Juni has none of these issues and her heat cycles are easy on her and not stressful. So I wasn't concerned about that either.

So that was our logic for the decision! Personally, unless and until there is further research definitively conflicting with the conclusions I've drawn about this, I intend for all of my future dogs to have an ovary sparing spay vs. traditional spay (full ovariohysterectomy) done.

(In addition, ethically I just don't jive well with the idea of surgically altering an animal if it's not necessary/not to their benefit (e.g. things done purely for aesthetic, or done largely for human convenience, etc.) In many countries, routine spay/neuter is practically unheard of--it's really only here in the United States that the general consensus is that spay/neuter is the objectively correct and responsible choice... And, while this is a bit more personal and emotionally driven, I have had an ovary sparing spay done on myself and have had a really great experience with it and the outcome for my own body, and I feel like it is intuitively correct that keeping our bodies working hormonally as naturally as possible is just...typically healthier and better for us. I wasn't going to remove my own ovaries for the health risks and other effects that would have on me, so I didn't want to do that to my dog either. I wanted to give my dog the same healthy outcome I wanted for myself.)

I hope that helps! :) And if you are interested, here are a few studies that I read during my research that helped me reach my decision: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[keyotos]

hello! i saw your music event post and i wanted to request a welt fic about him and the readers first kiss, id also like lover by taylor swift to be the song paired with it. no pressure and i hope you have a good day :)

have i known you 20 seconds, or 20 years?

summary ⎯ anxious and anticipating: that's how you felt when welt yang was around you. you knew there was something in the air between you two, but you just didn't know when you were going to confront it. not until now, anyway.

tags ⎯ first kiss scenario. pining. no angst!!!!!!!

tana's words ⎯ thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoy.

keyotos music event

you haven't seen welt all day. not once in the morning, not once in the afternoon, not once in the evening. it was getting worrying at this point: where could he be if not the astral express. if stelle, march, and dan heng were all back on the ship, where could welt be?

you've been waiting in the lobby for hours. when anyone (himiko and march) asked you about it, you just said you liked lounging in the lobby. you didn't. you were just waiting for welt to return back. it sounded pathetic, and to some extent it was pathetic, but in this case it was rather urgent for welt to be back on the ship.

you see, the other day, while still on the luofu, welt had said something over the phone. it sounded like thought that was meant to be kept in, but slipped out anyway. it was private, secret, and probably not meant for you.

"i can't wait to see you again," he muttered in a tired daze. welt was too exhausted to even realize what he just said. it was until you muttered a few words to yourself (in awe), that welt registered his secret confession.

you always knew there was something going on with you and welt. even if it was unsaid, you knew there was at least something in the air. was it admiration? awe? or maybe, and this is a stretch, love?

with that, welt apologized profusely, even when you reassured him that it was okay. but the tension between you two remained. you two still communicated, however it felt more strained than before. and now, welt was nowhere to be seen.

"is he dead or something?" you mumbled whilst picking fluff off of the couch. this behavior was not unnoticed, especially by himiko.

"thinking about welt?" she asked, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

"more like worrying," you huffed, "is he planning to stay there forever?"

himiko narrowed her eyes, studying your expression. your lips were slightly pouted and you looked extremely bored. she wondered why you looked so troubled. surely you would've seen welt's text from earlier, right? unless he had said something wrong, then himiko would have to chide him.

"didn't you see his text?" himiko asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"what text?" your eyebrows shot up. you checked your phone, realizing it had died. oh. "my phone died..."

"yeah," himiko winced. this was one of the worst cases of miscommunication she's seen in a while.

"how long ago was the text?" you threw your phone in your pocket, attention fully glued on himiko.

"ten minutes ago? maybe fifteen?"

oh. that means you probably left welt on delivered for more than a few minutes. troubling on his end, but it did make for good payback. after all, he did leave you on "delivered" for a good portion of the day.

"do you know what he said?" you peered over himiko's shoulder, looking at her messages. he sent himiko one text. very vague, no details.

tell yn to meet me in exalting sanctum.

well. that sounds very ominous. either way, you were dying to get some answers from welt. where has he been the entire day? what has he been doing? what were you two? the last one was probably not as important as the first though. whatever it was, you bid goodbye to himiko and made your way down to the exalting sanctum.

luckily, welt spared you the difficulty of navigating your way through exalting sanctum. he was waiting for you in the middle of town, repeatedly checking his watch and checking his surroundings. when he noticed you walking up to him, you saw how he straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

"sorry i didn't get your text. my phone was dead," you started off. you sounded so peaceful and nonchalant when you said the first half of your sentence. the next half goes as follows, "where the hell where you all day!" you slapped his shoulder, "you had me worried. i thought you died. i wish you had died instead of sending me that super ominous text."

"didn't you say your phone died?" welt teased.

"okay, well, himiko. but the message was directed to me," you flicked his shoulder. "but seriously, where the hell were you today? i was getting worried."

you missed the blush welt wore on his face when you told him you were worried about him. he hid it, placing his glasses lower down his face, "i had a surprise made for you."

your eyes widened, "surprise?" your face scrunched up, "i didn't need a surprise?"

"you know yn, you shouldn't argue with the man who's giving you a surprise," welt jokingly shook his head.

"okay, well, surprises can be good or bad. how am i supposed to know if it was a good one?" you retorted.

"because i'd never do anything to hurt you," welt started walking, back turned towards you.

you sped up, "okay, fine, whatever. let's go," you looped your arm around his. welt tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach due to your close contact. his attempts at ignoring his feelings ended up unsuccessful.

welt lead you somewhere quiet and serene. it was quite contrary to the bustling and busy plaza of the exalting sanctum. the scenery was gorgeous; beautiful trees with flowers and colored leaves; fish in ponds; lotus flowers blooming all over the water. you two have been on countless trailblazing missions, but none can top the scenery of the xianzhou luofu.

and then you realized it. the waiting for you, the scenery, the surprise. was this a date? or at least something romantic? and with what welt had said a few days earlier: had he come to realize his feelings as well? is this really happening? out of welt's sight, you pinched yourself in case this was a dream. it was not.

"wow," you said in awe. your eyes wandered around the location. you were aimlessly walking around. in a second, you lost your footing, nearly falling into the water. if it weren't were welt catching you, holding you, you would've fell into the water. his hands were on your neck and waist, carefully holding you over the water.

once you regain your footing, welt let go (much to your dismay). he cleared his throat and straightened himself up again. he was nervous, and you were too (now that you've realized).

"i have something i would like to say," welt stood tall, rolling his shoulders back, "when i said i couldn't wait to see you again, i meant it."

your silence aided him in his speech, urging him to continue with your curious eyes. welt took a deep breath, "i hope i will always get to see you. but i don't want to miss you any longer. i want you with me. you've been with me since the very day i joined the express. and, throughout the days where you haven't, i've come to realize that you mean so much to me. and i just now realized the extent of my feelings for you."

"the extent is beyond me. it turns out my feelings for you are more stronger than i thought. and i brought you out here to ask⎯" welt paused, preparing himself for the big question, "would you like to be my partner?" he paused, then added, "not just in express relations, but romantic relations, i mean."

you let out a brief chuckle. it was airy and soft, much like you. "i know."

there was a prolonged moment of silence between you two. from when you felt anxious and anticipating, welt now feels the way you felt. you fidgeted with your hands before walking a few steps closer to him.

"how could i say no?" you beamed.

and that was all he needed. though he said he was being truthful about his comment the other day, he did not say the full truth. he couldn't wait to see you, but he also couldn't wait to have you. welt couldn't wait for when he would finally be able to kiss you; couldn't wait until he could wrap his arms around you and finally call you his.

you smiled into the kiss, so benevolent and sweet. your hands made their way into his hair, most definitely messing it up. his hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you closer into him as the kiss continued.

when you two finally broke apart, both of you slightly panting, you laughed.

"what?" welt asked, smile not leaving his face.

"do you think they'll be worried?" you had your arms wrapped around his neck, smiling into his shoulder.

"himiko's up there," welt reassured you, "she'll manage, she's the boss. we can stay right here."

"good," you leaned it, "i wouldn't have it any other way," you smiled once more, locking your lips together with his for many times to come.

[dreambunnynotes]

daily reflection: nov. 16th ❤︎

good morning lovely friends! here is what i accomplished and what i could have improved today, to hold myself accountable. it was really effective for me to know that i had posted my goals list on tumblr yesterday where others could see it; whenever i felt like giving in to my adhd brain that tells me that tasks are to be feared, i would simply remember that i had kind folks online who were interested in seeing me succeed hehe, it helped me so much! here is my first day ❤︎

accomplishments:

i completed all of my cleaning goals and more! it turned into a deeper clean than i thought it would be which felt really nice (and is usually how it goes once i get cleaning). it's so lovely to be able to start fresh with a clean working and sleeping space; it's so much easier to feel inspired, be productive, and take care of yourself when your environment is as ready for you as you are for it!

i wasn't going to complete all of my texting and calling tasks, BUT I DID! these types of tasks are the hardest for me to get done because i have pretty intense social anxiety and rejection sensitive dysphoria, and communicating with others both online and offline takes a lot of mental preparation and energy for me. but i did it, and i am so, so proud of myself! in fact...

self-compassion:

not only did i accomplish my original communication goals, i also ended up replying to two friends i hadn't seen in a long time, even though i was anxious! both of them were at my sister's show last night and i was so surprised to see them and a couple of other friends that i had to go have a bathroom cry from the anxiety lol. i had so many emotions coming up; the first was sadness and shame seeing that they had all come in a group together and that i wasn't with them. i joined them two seconds after i saw everyone, but the sadness was still there because i was positive they would have invited me into the group earlier if i had been less isolated this last year, which is where the guilt came in. i realized i had been isolating from my friends for so long out of fear that i wasn't wanted, didn't provide anything to them, and that maybe i didn't have people i liked being around after all, but that is so, so far from the truth; i do have friends who love me and who i love, and all of them were so loving, so kind, and actually sent me messages after the show telling me how much they loved me and how happy they were to see me! it made me cryyyy and feel so many feelings. i have plans to see them next week, and i actually feel like i'm overcoming my isolation era at long last; i'm really proud of myself for having self-compassion and using tools i've learned in therapy to better my life! :')

my next step is to learn more about and overcome this shame i have around letting my friends love me for who i am; the only way to learn more about it is to actually make plans to see friends and be vulnerable; wish me luck 😭💗

improvements to make:

as for my other tasks; i cleaned out one of my emails, but i have so many email accounts that it felt a little bit lacklustre to call that an accomplishment. today i'd like to break down how big the task of consolidating my digital life will actually be so that i can take measurable and consistent steps towards completing my goal (writing that sentence is baffling me right now - bunny from a few days ago never would have realized how much writing out her goals could help her in being less afraid of them! this feels like a huge accomplishment for my adhd brain!)

today felt like a really successful day, and i'm super proud of myself! this was only the beginning of what i actually want to accomplish in a day, but it was such a great way to try it out. i'm excited to see where this journey takes me and how these daily checklists and reflections will affect my productivity; they already have helped so much! if you've made it to the end of this, thank you for taking the time to read about my day, it means so much to me! lets try our best to have another successful day! ❤︎

[takami-takami]

hii I love all ur posts and writing !! (bare with me english not my native language but talking with people helps)

just wanted to ask what do u think hawks would be like when thinking abt getting married, some people think he isnt that type of person more like douchebag / playboy etc but hes a sweetheart deep down considering everything that happened to him (and "mean!hawks" too IDK hes prob just a annoying tease in bed) anyways i was thinking about it earlier and i was like wtf would he do, im sure he would do it in private but other than that idk because the commission, planning, what are ur thoughts? maybe he would be really anxious thinking about it but he knows ur the one? nobody has written about this like for real ( i THINK) if u or someone else has tell me PLEASE. i"ve been thinking about it for a while (a Lil embarrassed ngl)

just asking what u think in general what he would do bc like said havent seen anyone talk about it

at the start of the relationship, he's probably like nervous to even be in one but after like 3 months or something he probably wants to be with you forever and never let u go, it would be a bit hard for him to plan it all out because he barely has anyone to talk about it other than you unless he hired someone which no.. i think because he wants to make it special from his heart + the commission giving him any time to do anything let alone a honey moon and blah ya know?

other than that im stumped no idea

(u can ignore idm !! )

(MHA season 6 episode 3 spoilers ahead!)

People say Hawks is a playboy, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He's such a sweetheart. Self sacrificing.

I think he falls hard. It is extremely difficult for him to trust, given not only his childhood, but his time with the commission, too. With the amount of undercover dirty work they made him do, there's no doubt they taught him from very young to trust no one. The message from his parents and the commission is clear: he can only trust himself.

But... We know Keigo still feels; so, so strongly. Dabi mocks him for it, mocks him because he can't stop himself from being "distracted by his emotions". Even when he knows what he's "supposed" to do in the Twice scene, he hesitates because it fucking hurts, he still feels pangs of empathy. Despite all he was taught about shutting off your emotions, that's something he still can't do completely, even if he ultimately decides to do the opposite of what he feels.

So. It would take a very, very long time for him to truly open up to you, much less recognize his feelings as romantic (he goes through a stage of denial, because he never saw himself actually being "selfish" and allowing himself a real relationship). But once he has his mind made up, and really makes that decision to be yours, he will not give that up for anything. He follows through to the end.

I think he always wanted to get married. Not in the way his parents did; he never did have a good example. But the way people on TV did, the way they wax poetic about in songs he never understood. He is definitely the marriage, soulmates kind of guy. He craves that slow, that domesticity, to protect.

You make such a good point that he wouldn't know what to do because he has no one to talk about it with... But he knows he wants it to be special. He would fret and fuss so hard about it being perfect, trying to impress you and stressing over it so badly.

Until one day, you grab his hand and tell him, "lets get married, right here. Right now." It doesn't have to be official to be entirely authentic and in love and you. To the backdrop of the dim light of a summer evening, under the flourescent glow of the string lights adorning your back porch, you have your first dance to the tune of the creaky wood beneath your feet. You dance to the tune of a love song he finally understands.