#its so hard to do these right before going to bed without dozing off

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 150

Adjective: Emotional

Noun: Paint

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Emotional: relating to a person's emotions; arousing or characterized by intense feeling; (of a person) having feelings that are easily excited and openly displayed

Paint: a colored substance which is spread over a surface and dries��to leave a thin decorative or protective coating; an act of covering something with paint; (informal) cosmetic makeup; (computing) the function or capability of producing graphics, especially those that mimic the effect of real paint; (North American) a piebald horse; (basketball) the rectangular area marked near the basket at each end of the court, or the foul lane

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take it | Matt sturniolo

mattxfem!reader

summary: you and matt are driving when you find yourself in the mood to tease him. when he cant handle the teasing, you challenge him and he lets you attempt to prove yourself.

warnings: fluff(in the beginning), teasing, touching, pet names (baby, sweetheart), female receiving

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you and matt were in his room, laying underneath the warm covers of his bed. the sun was setting quickly, and suddenly it dawned on you that you hadn't gotten the groceries you needed to prepare dinner that night. "shit." your hand makes contact with your forehead. you look at the boy beside you, who is now peacefully asleep. “matt, wake up, wake up.”, you shake him till you know for sure he’s awake.

“im awake, im awake,” he assures you as he props himself up against the headboard, a little groggy now. “i forgot to get more groceries for dinner tonight,” you tell him, your head resting in your hand and an irritated look on your face. “baby, it’s ok; we can just order something.” he says as he comforts you by tracing his fingers along the soft skin of your arm. “please just let me make you dinner; i really want to,” you beg him.

he continues to rub his fingers on your arm as he ponders. this would mean he would have to actually get up and drive you, but if that’s what you really want, he wouldn’t be one to say no to you. he agrees to drive you without you having to do too much persuading. you both slowly pull yourselves out of bed and slip on some shoes. you realize that there’s no way you’re going to last the whole evening without dozing off, so you scavenge the fridge for something to keep you awake.

you come across an opened can of pepsi and take a sip out of it, that’ll do. you both make it out to the car and pull out of the garage. while driving, Matt takes several drinks out of the Pepsi that you brought into the car, in hopes it’ll help clear out the grogginess he still feels. the caffeine must be kicking in, because you start to feel a little more energized and playful. as a couple of quiet minutes pass by, you find it hard to sit still and keep your hands to yourself.

you admire the way he looks when he’s driving, and your hand wanders towards his thighs, like it has a mind of its own and use your thumb to gently rub his thigh. you keep your eyes trained on him, and you notice how flustered he is by your simple movements. matt is a rather sensitive person most of the time; you knew that, but the way he’s reacting to your simple touch tells you he’s feeling extra sensitive. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he shifts in his seat, his breaths getting heavier. you continue to massage his thigh, ignoring his question.

you notice him grip the steering wheel tighter, getting even more flustered by your actions. “hey, y/n, what’s going on?” he asks as he holds your hand, halting your actions. you smirk, “what do you mean? can i not touch my boyfriend?” you ask, pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. “you can, but not like that and not right now,” he says, stealing a look at you before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. “what? can’t even handle my hand on your thigh now?” you pout at him.

you’re having too much fun with this. you pull your hand out of his grasp and return it to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. he gasps and quickly stops you from going further. “y/n, please, not while i’m driving. you’re gonna make me crash the car,” he says in a serious tone.

you slam your back into the seat and cross your arms, letting out a huff, a little annoyed at the fact you’re not even allowed to touch your boyfriend when you have all this energy. matt notices the mini-fit you throw, but he doesn’t really feel bad for not wanting to crash the car. “sweetheart, please don’t be mad, you don’t understand how it feels to be touched like that while driving; it’s hard,” he explains. “for you, maybe, i could handle it,” you respond with a cocky tone.

he raises an eyebrow and studies your appearance, assuming you’re just joking. “i’m serious! let me drive, and i’ll show you,” he doesn’t believe you at all. “we’re not getting into a crash just so you can prove something.” he says, shaking his head, completely dismissing your proposal. “oh, i get it. you’re scared im gonna prove you wrong,” you challenge with a smug look.

the next thing you know, matt is pulling the vehicle to the side of the road in response. he puts the car in park and unfastens his seatbelt in one swift motion. you watch as all this unfolds with an amused look on your face. the door on his side swings open, and he hops out and makes his way to your side of the car. you’re frozen in place as you try to figure out what’s going on.

he rips your door open. “get out,” he commands. you obey him and swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt to slide out of your seat. “go ahead, baby, drive the car,” he motions toward the side with the wheel. you smile at him and pick up your feet to make your way around the front of the car. you don’t know why you’re a little nervous now; maybe you were a little overconfident, but this is what you asked for.

he silently admires how confident you look driving his car; it kind of turns him on, but he knows it’s not about him right now. he cups your bare knee with his cold, ring-clad hands. “doin’ so well, baby, you feelin’ alright?” he asks, slightly sarcastic. “i’m fine, matt, keep going,” you encourage him. you’re focus is on the traffic in front of you and the names of the streets, so you don’t miss your next turn.

he lets you drive for a while, staying quiet and admiring your focus. you feel his hand travel up your mid-thigh and his thumb rub the outside of it, just like you did to him earlier. “y’know, matt you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that if you’re gonna distract me,” you say with a cocky tone as you switch lanes. matt only smirks at your statement and progresses up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

his delicate fingers tracing your skin and his rings, giving you slight chills. he observes your reactions to his touch. “are you bothered by me touchin’ you like this, baby?” he asks you as his hand starts to massage your thigh. you tuck your lip between your teeth to keep any noises from coming out, and your eyebrows knit together slightly in pleasure. you simply shake your head in response to his question.

“c’mon, baby, use your words,” he says in a slightly demanding tone, and he uses his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “f-feels fine, matt” you say shakily, still trying to keep your composure. matt laughs at your response, finding all this to be amusing. “you sure your fine, baby, you don’t look it,” he teases and continues to massage the inside of your thigh. you love the way he touches you and how good his hands feel working on your thigh, but you can’t give into it. “mhm, im s-sure” you struggle to get a sentence out.

we stop at a red light, and matt takes the opportunity to move his hand all the way up your thigh, brushing his fingers over your clothed clit, “how ‘bout that?” he asks with a smile plastered on his face. your concentration falters a little, and a moan slips past your lips. you grip the steering wheel as you try to regain your focus. “y-you can do whatever you want-want, i can take it.” this sentence comes out as more of a whine. you both know that’s a lie, but matt is curious about how far you will go to keep up this act.

the light turns green, and it takes you a moment to carefully press down on the gas. “whatever i want, huh?” he says in a seductive tone. “mhm” you nod your head. he smiles smugly and begins rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. you let out a gasp and clench your thighs. you try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips sealed together, but it’s obvious how much he’s affecting you now.

you close your eyes for a second. “eyes on the road, baby,” matt reminds you. you realize that you were so focused on what matt’s fingers were doing that you missed your turn. “shit, i was supposed t-to turn back there” you manage to inform him while he continues his actions. he keeps rubbing you, not too concerned about where we are now. “looks like you’re not as focused as you thought you were,” he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. he rubs you faster as punishment, and you’re not even trying to hide your emotions now.

you don’t know how much more you can take before falling apart; your thighs are clenched tight and your stomach is doing flips. you glance down at his veiny arm working at you, and it only makes you more desperate. matt is enjoying the view and the way you respond to his touch. he decides to rub a little faster, and you moan his name, shooting your hand down to grip his wrist, halting his actions. he can’t help but smirk when you stop him from going faster. “aw, what was that? can’t take it anymore?” he says in a degrading tone.

your breaths are heavy, and your cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink. “do you really want me to stop, baby?” he asks, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind your ear that had slipped forward. “n-no, i w-want you so bad,” you whine. “i j-just don’t w-wanna crash,” you say. he chuckles when you beg him not to stop. “i knew you didn’t really want me to stop. just pull over there, sweetheart.”

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(i dont really write fanfics but i wrote this hope you guys like it and it’s fine if u don’t but i was bored and wanted to post it)

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luke castellan comforting his gf?

btw i love ur work 💗💗

wc + pairing: 0.9k, luke castellan x reader

oh i really needed this,,, if i stop writing comfort fics i’m dead i will literally write a thousand of them over and over they could be exact replicas and i would not care. sorry this took such a long time i've been in a big writing slump and i really don't like this but we have to start somewhere <3 every time someone requests a comfort fic i get very happy inside! i know this isn’t my best work like at all but hopefully it’s enough for now

Luke’s good at finding hidden things. A playing card wedged between wooden panels. A camper that always trudges at the back of the line. He can find something at its most sheltered and pluck it right back where it belongs. He’s good at that with you, too. When you wedge yourself somewhere tough, he slips through the cracks every damn time. 

You’re exhausted. You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve been here, or how you can stop it. You just couldn’t get up this morning and your siblings let you stay sick. You imagine an alternate version of this day over and over, where you’re up and alive and contributing to something. But that’s not today. But it should be. You dream it until tears press against your eyes but you’ve got no energy to push them out. 

Feeling like this isn’t a constant occurrence, but it happens. Luke finds his way in each time, wedging open the slightest crack in your door or coming in through the window. He comes bearing gifts, he jokes. You don’t ask him where he gets the things he brings you—snacks, chocolate, plastic figurines to place on your windowsill. Menial things you like. Luke has his methods, and you know he loves you too much to reveal them. 

“Got some offerings for a goddess here,” he says when he sits down on your bed, knuckles brushing your arm. If you’re too tired to answer he never minds, he just crosses his legs and pulls your head into his lap. He smooths the hair away from your face to massage your scalp, and lets you rest. He doesn’t ask you for anything. Doesn’t force you to speak. You do when you’re ready. 

“I don’t feel good,” you admit hoarsely, blinking back tears. 

“That’s okay.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “You just rest.”

It almost makes you laugh. “I’ve been in bed all day, Luke.”

“Mm, yeah, but you’re not really resting,” he says without judgement, letting you cling to his body as you pull yourself up to a seated position. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

You press your face into his neck so the warmth can distract you. Sometimes you say a lot, sometimes you say a little, like your mouth has separated from your body. It almost always ends with, “I feel like shit. I don’t know what to do.”

Luke is patient with you, but never overbearing. He knows you shut down when things are laid on too thick. “Want to take a nap?” He offers, threading his hands through your hair. “I can take you to my cabin, it’s cooler.”

He’s right, so you let him, and he steals you away without a fuss. The sheets smell like him, so even if you want to be alone, he still grounds you. When you fall into his bed you curl into a ball like an armadillo, like you can squeeze the rot out of your bones if you compress hard enough. Luke slots himself beside you after confirming it’s what you want, pressing kisses into your shoulder, until you turn into him and starfish over his body. “You let me know if you need anything, angel,” he murmurs, swiping your hair away from your face. “I’ve got you.” 

You manage to doze off, with his arms loose around your back and his chest underneath you. When you wake up later with a kiss of late afternoon breeze, you’re struck with the disorienting feeling of a good sleep. “Luke,” you mutter, digging your nose into his neck. 

He rouses too. “How’re you feeling?”

“Still bad.”

“Mm.” He kisses your forehead, squeezes you against him. “That’s okay. Want me to go grab you some food?” 

“Can we talk a little before?” 

“‘Course,” he says gently. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw. 

Sleep has pieced together some of the words you need, and Luke brings them out of you with hardly any effort. You have what’s probably a fragmented reason at best, but he doesn’t care. He keeps you anchored to him as long as you want him to, rubbing your back and letting you take your time. Once you’re done with the conversation, Luke diligently wipes your tears and kisses you. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anytime,” he grins. “I mean, I do love you. Nothing else I’d rather do.”

You let your forehead rest against his. Your throat feels thick but you get the words out, “I’m worried I’m going to feel this way forever.”

It doesn’t feel good to admit. Luke’s face softens, and he presses a kiss between your brows. “You won’t,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “You’ve got time.”

The length of the day moving around you matters a little less when Luke shields you from it. His knuckles rub across the ridges in your back until you’re sure the texture of his shirt is imprinted on your face. 

After he goes off to bring you some food, you find the strength to go wash your face in the bathroom. It’s practically nothing. Practically. At least you settle back into his bed, the blankets aren’t as heavy as before. You don’t feel better yet, but Luke’s got plenty of time for you. (He’ll pawn his kids off to Chris. None of them need this grilled cheese anyway.)

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yew shud post that fic trust ‼️‼️❤️

here it is... unfiltered and unedited in all its glory...... enjoy the scraps 😔😔

 You grunted as you walked through the cafeteria, trying to make your way out. for some reason, today was surprisingly full.

 a hand suddenly grabbed you, making you immediately pulled your own hand away. "ynnn, don't avoid my affection!" a familiar voice nagged you.

 you calmed down as you realized it was none other than your friend ji woon. "ugh, stop holding my hand out of the blue like that." he only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand once again.

 "yknow people are gonna think we're dating if you keep holding my hand, right?" ji woon smiled brightly at you "i'd like that!" before you could respond a hand slung it's way around your shoulder.

 "where ya going without me?" xin hui suddenly appeared beside you. you side eyed him— annoyed at the two boys affections.

 "ugh let go of me already. I'm going back to my dorm. i'm too tired to deal with this right now.." your whining didn't do shit as they both were still glued to you.

 you immediately face planted on your bed, your bag and shirt on the floor. the two boys welcomed themselves into your dorm as they picked up your bag and shirt and put them where they were supposed to be.

the both of them lay next to you— their phones in hand as they continued doing what they were doing. you dozed off as the sound coming from their phone acted as white noise for you.

 "come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hair balled up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.

 suddenly, something big made its way into your hole. this startled you and xin hui took this opportunity to shove it all inside your mouth.

 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars.

 meanwhile, ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as you continued grunting in your sleep. "should.. should we wake him up? sounds like he's having a real good dream..." ji woon said while recording a video of you lowkey moaning in your sleep.

 "shit that's so hot.." xin hui said while palming himself through his shorts.

 your eyes fluttered open as you looked towards the camera pointed your way. ji woon stopped recording and decided why not tease you a bit?��who knows where it might lead?

 "dreaming about us? you were moaning like a bitch in heat earlier." you stared at him as if a deer that got caught in headlights. your mouth drew into a thin line as you looked down at your boner.

 ji woon and xin hui smiled to one another, a plan already set in their mind. 

 xin hui rubbed your stomach, his finger ghosting over your perked nipples. "shit you're a pervert or what?" xin hui teased. you pouted and shook your head, but they were not buying that.

 xin hui pinched your nipple, "lying's not good." a moaned escaped your mouth from this. your hand quickly shot up to cover any more noise that may come out your mouth.

 ji woon laid near your crotch, his head ever so near your boner. "come on baby.. admit it and we might help you out. just tell us, yn." xi hui hand never left your nips as he fondled with it, his eyes staring back at your own.

 you looked away and nodded— to embarrassed to even looked at them in the eyes.

 "that's a good boy." xin hui mused, the nick name making you more hard than you already was.

 your moans echoed through the dorm, the scent of sweat and sex filled the entire room.

"come on yn, you can take, can't you? just a little more, yes just like that, good boy.." xin hui muttered, your hairballed up in his fist. you batted your eyelashes up at him as you tried your best to fit him all into your mouth.

 you slowly but surely managed to fit him all in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. xin hui grunted as he looked down on you. "fuck.. attaboy."

 ji woon slowly entered into you, your hole welcoming him. you gagged around xin hui as your eyes rolled back. tears drop down your face as the pain and pleasure drive you over the edge.

 "shit baby, so fucking tight for me.." ji woon gripped your ass and started smacking it. the pain mixed with pleasure made you see stars. he began thrusting making you bounce your head on xin hui's cock. 

 xin hui threw his head back as he grunted. he began pulling your hair as he face fucked you. your tears now stained your face, cooling down your flush cheeks.

 "hah shit, ji woon this bitch's fucking crying." ji woon smirked and slowed down his thrust. going painfully slow. "my dick that good?" you nodded while clenching around him.

 who knows how many rounds later.. here you are passed out from exhaustion with their cum dripping out your hole and staining your lips and chin.

 ji woon and xin hui looked at each other as they admired what they did to you. "shit man.. i might get addicted to him..." xin hui nodded his head, agreeing with ji woon.

 "i mean, no pussy I've been in has been this tight! this guy truly takes the cake.." xin hui also commented. "speaking of cake have you seen his? gyat damn.."

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: Thanks so much for the love for the first six parts of this series! i wish i could kiss you all 💜 xoxo

Morning came and you were alone. Goosebumps came easily with the morning, the air chilling your skin. You put on comfy clothes and step out.

Emily offers you something to eat but you’re only thirsty. You didn’t want to accept anything just to half heartedly eat it.

You return into the room and you try to draw. You couldn’t think of what to draw. You stare up at the ceiling, racking your brain for ideas. You let the pen fall out of your fingers due to defeat. You look straight ahead and decide to see what other things Paul likes to do.

Only one graphic novel and you flipped through it. It wasn’t something you would get into. You put it back. A couple of gaming cds and you look around for a gaming console. You feel a bag and it’s in there but there’s no tv. You put the cds back, meaning to just not mess with anything else. As you were, a medium sized book with white pages fall. You pick it up to place it back to where it belongs but you catch a peek at the visuals that are on the paper.

You start from the beginning. You couldn’t believe your eyes. There were sketches. You flip through them in amazement. The style was unique in its own way. You were pissed at first for him not telling you but it was hard to stay upset when you were looking at such beautiful visuals. It was such an innocent hobby.

You almost jump as you get deeper into the book. A portrait that looks oddly a lot like you. It was a peaceful version of you. You tried to draw your own portrait of yourself before but you never liked how they looked or came out. This was different. Then, more pages were flipped and the pictures were erotic. You tried to flip past but more and more kept coming. Your heartbeat racing past, now watching two figures explore each other’s bodies. Very realistic. It felt intruding to look at.

You hear sounds from outside of the door and you slam the sketchbook closed. Just as the door opened, you were sat on the bed with just your own sketchbook.

“Everything alright?” Emily asks you. You just nod.

”Let me know if you need anything.” she says and shuts the door softly and you smile back before turning serious. You close your own book before taking out the library book that you had read all the way through.

You make your way out the door when a tired Paul walks through the door with Sam. He ups his mood when he sees you. He gets to you before Sam gets to Emily.

You pull back, smiling and out of breath. You hold him at bay, with you preventing his hands from fondling you too much.

“Where are you going?” he says and pulls you with him.

“Taking this back.” you tell him and he shakes his head.

“Just do it later.” He says and you’re pulled into his room.

The door is shut and you’re trapped between it and the front of Paul. This kiss makes your knees wobbly and he transfers to your neck and his hands opens you up. On your sides, his hands take waist and makes you grind on his hard-on. When space is available, you move to the side.

“I’ll be quick.” You tell him, raising the book. He walks towards you with a content and relaxed grin and pulls it out of your hands. He sets it elsewhere.

“So will I.” he tells you and takes the directions of his hands up under your shirt. You sigh into his mouth as your body automatically move forward on him. Openly kissing your collarbone, his hands move down and feels all on your semi soaked underwear. You pull back. You wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“We shouldn’t. We’ll get caught. I can’t even keep my voice down.” you say and try to look elsewhere.

He stares at you for a moment and nods with acceptance. That meant he really couldn’t do what he wanted to do with you.

“You should sleep. I want to talk to you without you dozing off.” you tell him and rub his shoulder.

He gives you a look and you chuckle. He lays down and right before you turn, “Lay with me until I fall asleep.” He doesn’t even let you object before you’re held on tight to him. You reach and softly sooth his scalp with your fingers running through his hair. He slowly droops his eyelids and tries his best to jerk awake to be able to look at you. But, sleep ended up winning.

You move to slide out of bed but his grip is dead solid. Even the harsher attempts weren’t working. Lightly snoring, he wasn’t waking up any time soon.

Your face was smushed into the pillow and you blink your eyes open and the room was much darker. You hear a knock. With no answer, it creaks open and Emily tells you that it’s time for dinner. You look over and one arm is around you still and another arm is covering the top part of his face. You shake him. He looks at you with tired droopy eyes even though he slept.

He takes his time to sit at the table but he makes sure he holds some of your fingers. You put food on his plate for him while Sam and Emily trail off into their own small talk. Jared walks in looking stressed out. He has a seat and eats silently.

“You know you could’ve came back with us.” Sam says to him.

“Yeah. I went to Kim’s.” he says. You put down your fork.

“How did it go?” Sam asks.

Jared shrugs, “It’s not going anywhere.” he says and just leaves it at that.

“What’s wrong with Kim?” you speak up, genuinely wanting to know.

“Nothing’s wrong with her…I just find it strange that the wolf in me likes her but the man in me doesn’t. Without the imprint, she never had or would catch my eye.” he answers honestly.

You didn’t know what to say to that.

You wash the dishes, shooing Emily away since she cooked for everybody. Sam pulls Jared to the side and Paul decides to use this time to squeeze in more sleep.

In the morning, you woke up to Paul being gone again and you decide to go home and grab your laptop. You looked around at your room and noticed you’ve went from spending almost all of your time in it to always being away from it.

You go on your laptop to log into your email. After scrolling, a subject with important characters are displayed. An illustration feature opportunity in a magazine. You accept it all of the way.

Walking back, clutching to your laptop, you decide to stop past Kim’s. Her mother wasn’t home so it was Kim who opened the door. She was dressed in out clothes and you took a seat at your favorite spot, her window sill seat.

“Jared came by yesterday.” she says to you as she flat irons her hair.

“I heard.” you say solemnly. She just shakes her head as the hot device glides down a piece of hair.

“He talked about something about only feeling something for me on behalf of his wolf.” She mutters and scoffs.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him? I can set him straight. I know how much you like him.”

Kim looks at you as if you burned her.

“No, Y/N. If he doesn’t want me on his own then it’s useless. It would feel forced.” she says and looks in her mirror that she’s sitting in front of.

“I understand. So, what are you going to do?” you ask.

“I’m going out. My cousin from Neah Bay is throwing a graduation party. I’m leaving a bit earlier because of the drive there.”

You nod. You hope it kept her mind off of the realities of what was happening here.

“You should come. When was the last time we hung out?” she says as she finished her hair.

“Erm..I don’t know…” you say and start thinking, that’s miles away from Paul and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“Come on..You’re always with..them. I’m even leaving soon. Please?” she says and you ponder some more.

“I’m on for another project..this time in a magazine.” you say, but she just shakes her head.

“Not going for it. You’ll have it done in five seconds. Come on..Please? You’ll have a ride there and back. Plus, I’ll even let you play in my closet.” She offers. You sigh dramatically before smiling, “Fine.” She jumps up and squeals and pull you up.

“Let me just call first okay?” you say and she turns away to open her closet.

You step out of the room and sit on the steps.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answers.

“Hey are you back?” you ask and he clears his throat a bit.

“Yeah. Where did you go?”

“Kim’s. Look, I might come back late tonight. So-“

“Why?” he interrupts.

“Well, I’m going with Kim to her cousin’s graduation party.” you say and you’re met with silence. You pull back your phone to see if the connection was lost. The call is still ongoing.

“Hello?” you then say.

“Where?” he asks and you tell him and that’s when things shifted.

“You’re crazy.” he says.

“What?” you say getting a bit agitated.

“You don’t even know what goes on there. Trust me. It’s not going to be some innocent get together. They’re wild down there.”

“I know myself. I’ll be okay.” You try to tell him but he wasn’t having it. He sounds more awake.

“But you don’t know them. You would be a target just because they would know you’re not from there or hang there. If I wasn’t so beat I would be going with you. Y/N, seriously.” he says through the phone.

“I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Y/N, I swear to god-“

“Paul, I’ll call you I swear.” you hang up because Kim comes out of her bedroom and shows you what you could wear.

You blindly take it and feel a buzz on your phone.

“If you go , we’re done. I mean it.”

Your mood changed. You kept staring at it. You imagined going against the grain. A pang in your chest shoot sharply of the thought of letting Paul go.

“Shit. I have to start working for this deadline in a couple of days. I’m really sorry Kim. We’re going to hang before you leave. I promise.” you say and her face falls.

“Hope all goes well.” she says dryly, accepts her outfit back, and turns back in her bedroom.

You walk with more attitude as you walk back to Sam and Emily’s. You fly the door open, with a little bit more force than meant. Paul was nonchalantly at the table with his phone right there.

“Really? We’re done?” you then nod. “Fine.” you say and walk to his room.

“You’re absolutely crazy if you think I would let you hit that side of town.” he says and leans against the door frame.

You just shake your head and face the window not wanting to look at his face.

“No trust. What’s the point?” you mutter defiantly and shrug.

You feel a hand on you and you shrug it off. You wanted him to know how you felt so badly. He knew what you felt. He knew too much from his past experiences from just hanging around the people alone. They liked to take partying far most of the time. You having a boyfriend wouldn’t have stopped their pressure.

“I know what I’m doing, Y/N.” he just says.

“What? Be my father?”

“Would you stop being so childish? Obviously I’m trying to prevent bad news. That’s definitely not your crowd.” he says and chuckles with no humor.

”Afraid I’m going to run into many of your tramps?” you say harshly and face him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says and you look away.

“You should ask that question to yourself. You don’t control me.” you say and walk to the front door, outside in the fresh air.

He halts your walk, “If I let you go and something does happen, then what? I’m the first person you’re going to call. I’m good enough to fix it but not good enough to prevent it?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t hear from me when I touch Seattle in a few days.” you retort back.

“You probably weren’t even going to tell me huh? So ready to fuck me over.” he says venomously.

“I would’ve had to listen to you whine about what I can’t do…Maybe..I think we need some space.” you say. You didn’t mean it but the emotion took over.

Jared comes out, and stands beside Paul with a look of concern.

“I told you. I fucking told you.” he says and shakes his head. You choose not to say anything. His gaze alone pierced through your heart. Jared tries to persuade him back in the house. You held your chest as it pounded with pain. Fighting with each other caused pain.

You two didn’t speak. You were around each other but you didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He didn’t speak because he would get angry all over again. You mostly stayed up under Emily. You helped her bake desserts before she went off with Sam.

“Trouble in paradise?” Jared asks as he bites into the sandwich he made for himself with a sweet treat to eat after. You sit down.

“Yeah. It’s my fault.” you say and look out of the window with your chin resting on your hands.

“Heard you went out with Kim. Did something happen?”

“Sort of. He warned me about the kids in Neah Bay. I was only going with Kim to her cousin’s party but…He was being controlling.”

“Not saying this because he’s my friend, but he did save your ass.”

“Kim really wanted me to go with her. She’s still messed up about the whole imprinting thing.”

Jared huffs a bit and looks off into space for a bit.

“What’s really holding you back? I mean, you can talk to me.” You offer. He seemed conflicted.

“I was honest when I said it’s only the wolf part of me who feels compelled to be around her and all. I’m not trying to be mean but…she’s plain..basic. And before you say I didn’t at least give it a try, making a simple conversation is like pulling teeth. She can’t even take a joke if her life depended on it.” he vents out and ends that with a bite.

You lean back and continue to look out of the window. He wasn’t finished.

“You two, you and Paul. You already fight like a married couple. You both liked each other before the imprint. It’s more believable for it to be “meant to be.” If I have to spend the rest of my life with someone, I want it to be fun and happy.”

Paul went with Jared to his house. You called Kim to see if she was okay but there was no answer. You were so bored. There was still youth to the nighttime. Emily and Sam were off into their bonding time.

You stayed up very late, almost morning when Paul comes through. You weren’t in bed, you were sitting on the floor with a book you brought. He still didn’t speak or look your way. He got into bed and turned over and went to sleep.

The next morning, you decided to give him some space. As he slept, you quietly took your bag and belongings and made your way home. You were listening to music when you got a call.

The person who orchestrated the illustration project for you, wanted to know if you could come to Seattle for a small interview two days from now. You accept. It’s only a drive away. Hanging up, a text from Paul appears.

“You left?”

”Yes I’m back home.”

You watched, but no text came back.

The next day, you call. No answer. You just decide to call over and over. He answers on the fifth try.

“Hey.” you speak out. He sighs a bit and mutters back a hey.

You went to him tell all of the details of your new project in Seattle. “Do you want to tag along?”

“I’m good. I’ll stay back.”

“Why not? We can wander around.”

“That moment is for you.” he just says.

“I want my moment to be with you.”

You’re met with silence again. Nobody was home, everyone had plans.

“Do you want to come over?” you suggest.

“I’ll see.” You two hang up with each other.

You dozed off, after waiting for some time. You woke up to the creak of your window being open and look over to see Paul swing himself in like he’s been doing it time and time again.

You get up and hug him. It takes him a minute to finally wrap his arms around you and when he does, it’s a very tight bear hug.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me. I messed up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” you say into his lower chest. He rubs you on the back and sits you down.

“I’m not mad at you.” he says quietly. You nudge him. “Yes you are.”

“No. I’m mad at the situation but not at you.” he says and you know that he’s telling the truth. He sighs and goes on, “I don’t think you understand how much it hurts me whenever I can’t protect you. Even when it’s 100% preventable.”

You nod and look the other way.

“Come back with me.” he says and gives you the eyes to prevent you from saying no.

“I don’t know… I kinda miss my own bed.” You say to tease him.

“Please. You don’t miss it that bad.” Paul comes back with and emits a laugh from you. He takes a hold of the nape of your neck and pull you to him. Instantly you’re melted into him. He glided his hand on your bare back underneath your shirt. After a moment you pull back.

“You’re coming with me to Seattle right?” you say breathlessly.

He lifts his eyelids just a little, “Mmm maybe.” He leans back in. You pull back with a smack.

“Please?” you say and he covers you mouth with his again. This time, he gets your tongue to follow his lead. His hand move to the side of your face and you hold his forearm, trying your best to keep up with him. Ending with a soft pop, he looks at you, “You sure you don’t need space?”

Your hand is now on the nape of his neck, “I will never say that again.”

“Show me you’re sorry then.” he purrs to you and you lean forward to capture him. You take his hand and lead it straight to the point. While kissing him, you pressed his hand to your mound and move sensually, to let him feel you. He raised his hand, never leaving your skin, and discard whatever was covering the bottom part of you.

You lay back as he melts in between you savoring the taste of your lips, the feeling of his poked out flesh was making friction with your underwear covered part. His hands slide up your sides and you followed the blueprint of discarding the shirt. With unspilled drool, Paul is latched onto your spilled breasts. Taking his time with circling them each with his tongue. Your stomach sucks in, gasping occasionally, forgetting how to breathe. He moves down and puts his nose down and inhaled before going on to lick his lips. Your legs are raised with your underwear being slide down.

“Are you flexible?” he asks sensually.

“I think..so.” you answer back quietly. You soon know why he asked when he pushed your legs back making your knees separated with them pressed side by side your head. You were on full display as he looked down. A high note raised from your throat when he leaned down and lapped at you. Your head moves side to side as you could only grip onto his hair and the blankets on your bed. You couldn’t help when your body moved towards his mouth. He was precise. You grab onto his hands as he felt you up, your head was titled back and you whined about.

He pulls back as soon as you feel yourself getting closer to the white light, he shoved his shorts down and a spring of skin bobs out. His eyes never leaving yours, he touched himself softly, admiring you flushed and spread out.

He moves and flip you over him and you can finally kiss him. It was hot. It was sloppy but you both didn’t care. He nudged you to sit up, straddling him upright. You looked down as he lined you up with him. He made sure to gather the sap between you, and you took him in little by little. Thankful for no one being home, you were able to get out your whines and moans of moving back and forth on him. Pure euphoria is what you both felt. Both wanting the feeling to last forever. Your hands laid flat on his chest. His hands cupping and gripping the bottom of you, you look down as you go up and down to see him biting his lip a little as he rakes his eyes on you.

The sopping noises mixed with the small squeaks of your bed is partly responsible for producing more natural sap between your legs. Halfway off of the bed, he looked down as he pounded a steady rhythm with him holding your feet to his chest. Your body arched and you felt the tingles running throughout your entire body. He decides to slow it down, making you lose your mind, wanting him to go faster. He retracted out slow and the thrust in made you shudder without fail.

“Paul” you whine out to him. You didn’t recognize your voice. His thumb traced your pearl to match his strokes. “I’m here baby.” he says erotically. He lets your legs hang on his shoulders, lift you up a bit from the bed as you hang onto him, he pumps fluidly in and out. You now understood the feeling of someone fucking your brains out. Gasping, shuddering and shaking on him, he pulls out and rides out his orgasm. You crawl back, your body still not done trembling. You lay to your side and you moan, letting the climax pass through. Naked and all, Paul pulls you to him, carries you to the shower and he washes you. Possessively feeling all of you. Your back is facing and pressed against him, you’re crumbling all over again. Open kisses are placed on the neck as he circles his finger on your second heart, you hang onto him.

Your legs feel like jelly as you walk down the stairs. Your newly packed bag is in Paul’s hands and he lets you in the car. You felt like a lovesick puppy.

As you sit on the bed, waiting for him to join you to sleep, he flashes a mischievous glance.

“What?” you say.

“I want to sleep skin to skin.”

Flushed skin makes another debut on you as you stutter. He just laughs and kisses you on the side of your mouth, “One day.”

You made sure to bring your best examples of your work. In the waiting area, it was stressing you out. Paul leaned back in the chair, seeming to be totally relaxed. You kept flipping the pages over and over. He has a hand on your knee now and you notice that he paused the bouncing of your leg.

“Just be yourself.” He says to you.

Sitting across from two people, flipping through proof of your work, your stomach is clenched. In fact, you feel so tense all over. You watched their poker faces anxiously as they observe each page.

You already talked. They already asked the questions. You were waiting for their decisions.

A white contract is placed in front of you. They give you a week to make your mind up.

You walk out with the white paper in your hands and your shoulders are dropped due to relaxation. Paul didn’t wait for you to say the words. Your feet are off the ground. Your arms are around his neck and he nuzzled your neck while holding you in a slow swaying hug.

“Thank you..Thank you for everything.” you tell him seriously.

“That was all you, woman.”

You couldn’t have done it without him. His support. His push. You didn’t feel complete without him.

[queenariesofnarnia]

lovely

tech x f!jedi reader x crosshair

warnings: mentions of a nightmare and a rough past

wc:692

Auburn curls splayed out on one of your thighs. Short silver curls brushed against the other. Goggle indents around one’s eyes, and frown lines painted the other’s face.  Their eyes finally closed and into rem sleep that they very much needed. Sinking into the feathery soft pillows behind you, content is the best word to describe your feelings right now. Relaxing your strained muscles from the grueling mission. 

Tech’s hand gripping your smooth thigh as he slept. Crosshair had his hand splayed across your back. Both of them softy snoring as you combed your fingers through their hair. Hunter enters the room after his shower glancing over at your little trio. A warm smile on his usually stern face. 

“Thank you sarad” His voice quiet as he dries his curls. 

“Scrunch Hunt, remember your curls matter” you lightly scold him. “Also you don’t have to thank me” you add smiling at him then down at the boys. He laughs at your scolding but does what you say. 

“You deserve to be thanked for everything you do for us. Especially them, they had it hard when we were cadets. The attention you give them makes them forget about those memories” he tells you as he sits in his bed across from you. 

“I’ll always do whatever I can for them. I care too much to let anything bad happen. It may be against the code, but I will defy every rule in the code for them. For each of you” your tone is serious yet your voice is still soft. 

“ I know. You know we’d never ask you something like that” Hunter assures you. 

“I’d do it without any of you asking” your tone not changing from its serious nature as you looked Hunter in the eyes. He understood how much you loved and cared about the squad. You show it in everything you do. He could see you’re  about to be slightly uncomfortable sleeping tonight so he grabbed another pillow from Tech’s bed placing it behind you. You mumble a thanks as you begin to doze off. Hunter kisses the top of your head before turning in himself. His final thoughts being grateful to have you not only as their general but someone who cares for them. Finally falling into a deep sleep as Wrecker’s snores became white noise in the background.  

As the night goes on the two who were sleep on your lap startled awake. Deep breathing and a sheen of sweat glossed over their forehead. Seemingly from nightmares, though you slept soundly between them. 

“Was it about her?” Crosshair rasped, reaching over to grab water. Tech only nodded, extending his hand out to ask for the water next. Graciously taking a drink once Crosshair handed it over.  They admired your sleeping form that was sitting up only moments ago to let them sleep on your thighs. You now were laying on your side with the sheets in your grasp.  

“She’s fine and we have nothing to worry about” Crosshair assures Tech reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. As if you could feel their unrest, your hands reached out gripping theirs. Your eyes open up meeting their honey colored ones. 

“What’s wrong?” you question voice groggy from sleep. When they didn’t answer you knew the answer was a nightmare. “Come here” you open your arms for them. Tech lays down first, though he still hasn’t said a word. He buries his face into your chest as Crosshair lays behind you his head resting on top of yours. You push back Tech’s curls that stuck to his forehead placing a soft kiss on it. Then bring Crosshair’s hand to your lips placing a kiss on his palm. 

“I’m not going anywhere as long as I have a say in what happens to me” you softly tell them both. Crosshair buries his face in your neck, Tech’s grip onto your sleep shirt tightens. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” you assure them in Mando’a. They both relax, slowly letting sleep take over once more. Knowing you love them is enough for them. Especially knowing you would do anything to stay with them. 

[sofasoap]

Little Kisses

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: The many different kisses of John Soap MacTavish

Warning : M rating. Slight talk of Smut. nightmare moments, slight angst follow by fluff.

Part 6 of Little Bear series Masterlist

John MacTavish, man who loves to show his emotion through kisses and hugs.

The shy tentative kiss you both shared as he bid you goodnight at the doorstep after the first date, “Can I kiss you, bonnie?” he whispered softly, asking for permission.

The gentle kiss on your forehead when you are wrapped up like a burrito in his embrace, half dozing off in the middle of a movie, before scooping you up into a bridal carry and moving you onto the cosy bed.  “Bedtime for you, bonnie bear.” he chided as you mumbled in protest. 

The playful butterfly kisses he peppers on your cheeks as he bear hug you, when you both finally reunited after months of deployment, “I miss you so much, my precious teddy bear. So so so much.” he expresses his yearning for you as he buried his face in your neck.

The linger kisses on your lip as you bid tearful farewell to each other, with the uncertainty of returning without injury or even making it back alive. “I will, I promise, within my power, to come back safe and alive to see you again, my love.” he exhaled out as he wiped beads of tears trickling down your face.

The heated kisses as both you are slightly tipsy, and snuck away from everyone else to the alleyway behind the pub, his hand sliding between your legs, eliciting a moan from you. “Sssshhhh keep it quiet bonnie.. You don’t want to get us caught, right??” He smirked.

The soft trailing kisses down your neck, holding you tight as he finally takes you for the first time, you gasp in pain once he is fully seated in you with his girthy length, stretching you like you never felt before. “It’s ok love.. Take all the time you need…” he murmurs words of comfort and reassurance as you try to relax yourself.

The comforting kisses on your temple as he pulls you in close, running his hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down from nightmares. “I am here bonnie. I am here with ya.. Still alive. See?” he comforts you as he pulls your hand onto his chest, feeling the beating heart.

The most memorable kisses of all, is when he proposed to you. Wind blows gently across the hills of the Scottish highland, he takes your hands, kneeling down on one knee.

“Bonnie bear, my soulmate. Please let me be yours forever, and I promise you, I will treasure you until the end of days.”

He’s been so good to you. 

But what have you done for him?Do you deserve him? The doubt and hesitation slowly creeps up like a monster extending its tentacle, pulling you into shadow, into the whirlpool of negativity. “You have brought so much joy into my life.” his voice cracks and wavers as he feels your hand tenses. Closing his eyes as he leaned his cheek against your hand, “Every time I am out there, fighting to keep myself and my brothers-in-arms alive, you know what keeps me going?” Opening his eyes again, as he stares into your eyes, into your soul. 

“Coming back to you. My home. My beautiful resting place. The only person that can bring me laughter and joy. The only person I ever say I love you to.” 

How can you say no to those beautiful steel blue eyes? You just can’t. You love this man a lot. So much. It hurts just thinking about life without him. Him leaving you. Or you leaving him. 

Biting on your lips, taking a step closer before you drop down to the ground on both of your knees, whispering out the response. 

“John MacTavish. Let me be yours forever, if you let your heart be mine.”

He tilted his head back, trying hard to stop himself from trembling with excitement, before leaning forward, the taste of saltiness from the tears streaming down from both of your faces as he cups your cheeks and proceeds to give you a long loving kiss. 

There will be many more kisses to come, for the rest of your life.

 

“Now you want to milk this highland cattle right here on this hill?”

“ OH my heaven Johnny please don’t ruin this romantic moment… “

For those wanting to know the highland cattle joke.. go here -->Pick up lines  TagList

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[boozenboze]

an I request male reader with the 141 task force who has nightmares like every night? Its angsty and kinda long, feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable writing it!

The plot is that reader suffers from nightmares, horrific ones, about his past and avoids sleeping as he doesn't want to have one again. The 141 notices and tries to help him, but he's stubborn and runs on caffeine 24/7 so he doesn't fall asleep.

One day though, as they're sitting in the social room, doing stuff, he dozed off on the couch. His teammates were at first happy that he did, as he has been awake for way too long, until he curled up and started crying uncontrollably, saying something inaudible and shaking.

One of the 141 got closer and touched his shoulder, which caused reader to wake up and absolutely lose it, because his sleep fogged brain only saw a dark silhouette leaning over him.

You can end it with the 114 comforting him and him opening up for the first time ever about what happened to him and caused him to lash out like that on them.

Like I said, you don't have to write it, you have the full right to ignore it or smth.

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This was requested by:Anonymous

Sweet Dreams

Tf 141 x Male reader

Females She/Her and She/They

Sleep paralysis and nightmares are hard to deal with.A lack of sleep can make you see and hear things that aren’t there as well.M/n has been dealing with this for as long as he could remember.They weren’t bad at first but have progressively gotten worse throughout time.His past traumas hadn’t made anything better either.Most nights he would waks up in a cold sweat and would be shakened for the rest of the night.His nightmares would get more realistic every time he slept so he came up with the idea to not sleep.He began drinking more stuff with caffeine,energy drinks and coffee became his go too drinks.

One morning M/n had been staring at his ceiling the whole night.He had stayed on his phone,read books,had some Monsters and Red bull ,everything he did to stay awake during the night.After a while he felt his eyelids get heavy and started drifting off before hearing fsint footsteps.His brain was foggy at the moment and his eyes shifted to the side and he saw a dark figure creeping up into his bed.He suddenly couldn’t move,scream,nothing.Tears pooled in his eyes before he suddenly jolted up.

He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep.He wiped his eyes and looked down at his floor and saw the cans of energy drinks he had been consuming.He shakily rose from his bed before msking his esy out of his room,before making his way to the kitchen.He started to make some coffe,dark roast since that usually made him stay awake.He was going to to go to a pharmacy and get some pills that would keep him awake.The scent of coffee could be smelled throughout the kitchen,and M/n hadn’t noticed his lieutenant walked into the room.

“Why are you awake seargent?”The taller male spoke as M/n flinched at the males voice.He turned around to face the male before turning away and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Can’t sleep.”M/n responded,keeping his answer short.Ghost approached the male snd cupped his cheek,turning his face so he could examine the male.The h/c haired male had big eyebags and his eyes were red.Ghosts eyes softened at the sight.He already noticed that the e/c haired male looked tired but he just didn’t mention it.

“Go back to bed seargent.”Ghost said firmly as he took the cup from M/n’s hands.

“But I-“M/n tried to speak up but was interrupted.

“Go to your room seargent,thats an order.”Ghost said as he lifted his mask to taste the coffee M/n was drinking.M/n sighed as he went to his room,already knowing he wasn’t going to sleep.

A few hours had gon by and M/n snuck out the base to get the pills.He came back when some other soilders were getting some cardio in.M/n snuck back to his room without being noticed before dumping the contents on his mattress.Along with the pills he restoked on his energy drinks and cracked ond open and taking large gulps.He took one of the pills and he immediately felt energized.He felt strange though,considering he hadn’t slept in days.He took a hot shower before changing into his uniform.

Gaz was in the kitchen eating his breakfast and looked up when he heard footsteps.He quickly chewed his food when he saw it was M/n.

“G’morning M/n-”Gaz spoke out as he watched M/n pour himslef some coffee.He hadn’t failed to notice the males hand shaking as he pured the coffee.Some of it spilling onto the counter as he finally sat it down.

“Hey...you alright you seem jumpy?”Gaz asked out in concern as M/n looked him in the eye.Like Ghost, Gaz saw the eyebags under rhe males eyes.

“Did ya sleep any?”The Brit asked as he watched M/n eat a protein bar.

“Just peachy Gaz.”M/n said walking away leaving Gaz in the kitchen alone.The brown skinned male could only wonder if the male was really okay.

M/n went through his day like normal.He spared with Soap who seemed to be going easier on him for some reason.Soap noticed the males movements were slower and he just looked exhausted.Soap thought it was unfair considering he had several advantages.Again the male seemed exhausted and sluggish so Soap just called their spar a tie.

“M/n you doing ok?You seem off.”Soap pointed out as M/n chuckled in response.

“Im fine Soap just a little tired y’know?”M/n said casually as he wiped his head from the sweat on his forebead.The male waved Soap off as he exited to room leaving Soap with his concerned thoughts.

The day went by pretty quickly and M/n had taken his shower.Soap made the idea to have a movie night with 141 and they agreed.Ghost decided to join since he finished what he had to do.M/n came into the room with more comfortable attire and took a seat next to Price.The older man had discarded his cigar and was holding a book as Gaz and Soap fought over what movie they should watch.M/n felt more at peace,surrounded by the people he considered family made him feel safe.After a few minutes they finally put on a movie that they could enjoy.Halfway into the program M/n had fallen asleep.Nobody would have noticed if the sound of M/n’s body shifting hadn’t caught their attention.Price saw the male curled into a ball on the end of the couch and a small smile made it upon his face.He stood up and grabbed a pillow,gently laying it beneath his the males head.M/n gripped the pillow and huffed when he picked up the heavy scent of Prices cigar.

“Well won’t you look at that.Mans finally succumbed to sleep.”Soap spoke out as he watched the male let out peaceful breaths.They never saw the male so at peace before so this was something they’d have to be grateful for.Price had walked in M/n’s room before and saw all the empty cans that were pooling out of his trash bag.He had been worried for him in the beginning,but didn’t know that the male had been struggling with sleep.Now what they didn’t notice was that the male was half asleep.

M/n had woken up from Price changing his position.He felt drunk, barely being aware of what was happening around him.Then it happened again.A figure began approaching him but it had more details than usual.It began approaching him and he began to shake slightly,eyes beginning to water.Then he realized,he could move.His finger was twitching slightly and right when the figure was in range he sprang up and punched it.Unlike his usual occurrences, the figure made a noise.

"Yo M/n calm down mate!"Gaz yelled out, wrapping his arms around the male in attempts to get him off of Soap, who was currently blocking M/n's punches.The h/c haired male was breathing heavily,tears pouring out of his e/c eyes as his punches got weaker by the second.M/n slumped in Gaz's hold, now processing the situation he was currently in.Ghost helped Soap stand up as he felt his cheek that was beginning to bruise.M/n was shaking as Gaz held him close and started whispering reassurances into his ears as he himself tried to process what happend.Price had gotten Soap an icepack before pulling M/n up.The male had been mumbling several “im sorry’s” as Price pulled him into a hug.

It didn’t take long for the male to begin sobbing.Price held him as close as he could as the male cried into his shoulder.

“It’s ok muppet, tis just us.”Price said gently as the male hiccuped into his shoulder.A few moments went by until M/n’s breathing pattern was steady again.Price pulled the male out of his hold and M/n looked down in guilt.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-to hurt you Soap.”M/n stuttered as Soap smiled at him reassuringly.

“Ah..it’s alright mate, ya probably didn’t mean it.”Soap responded sheepishly as M/n smiled awkwardly.The man began rubbing his eyes so it was clear that the male was still sleepy.

“Muppet I know you haven’t been sleeping,I saw all the drinks in your.That stuff isn’t good for you handsome.”Price said cupping the males cheek and caress the male with his thumb.“Tis there something your not telling us?”Price asked as M/n looked away ashamed.

“I’ve...been having nightmares, t-they’ve been getting worse.I-I was scared to go to sleep so I started drinking more caffeine.I also bought these.”M/n said as he took the bottle out of his hoodie pocket.

“Well lets stop using these.”Ghost spoke,taking the bottle from the male and put them somewhere where he couldn’t see them.

“And stop drinking this shit.”Gaz said as he wandered off into M/n’s room,taking all the full and empty cans of Monster and Redbull.Soap guided the male back to his room and made him lay down.

When the others came to M/n’s room Soap had the male in his lap as M/n’s legs were wrapped around his waist.The h/c haired male had his face nuzzled in the Scottish mans neck as he rubbed circles into his back.

“He’s sleeping again.”Soap whispered so he wouldn’t wake the sleepless male.He gently layed M/n down and secured the blankets around him.Ghost took his boots off and sat next to the sleeping male on the bed.

“I’m gonna watch him y’all can go.”Ghost spoke roughly as Soap furrowed his brows.

“Are you sure L.T-I mean what if he-.”

“I’ll be fine Johnny.”Ghost cut the male off as he heard a whimper come from M/n.Ghost moved rubbed M/n’s arm and the male stopped making noise.Price hummed as he left the room with gaz and Soap nodded towards Ghost before leaving the room.

Believe or not this would be one of the many future nights that you have

Sweet Dreams

[astranite]

Five Minutes But Maybe Forever

Earth and Sky ft. feverish Scott who's not having a good time and really needs a hug. Scott’s sick and scared because his brothers have left him. And he doesn’t do well being alone. Virgil makes sure he gets one.

Written from this prompt by @comfortingcatharsis :)

@edutainer2022 and @lying4sport as you both wanted to see feverish Scooter.

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Virgil was gone for five minutes, absolute tops. He’d stepped out to go to the bathroom and refill his coffee mug, leaving a feverish Scott dozing with a hand brushed over his warm forehead to check his temperature and partly just for the contact, getting a mumbled affirmative in return.

The latest virus making the rounds of the Island had hit Scott hard, compounded by the utter exhaustion Scott fought through on a daily basis. He’d finally managed to get Scott to rest when he was weaker than a newborn kitten with a nasty hacking cough that had gone to his chest. Sitting with him as he looked over the latest update schematics for Two as proposed by Brains was both to enforce resting and keep Scott company as out of it as he was.

What Virgil hadn’t expected on his return was to find Scott curled into a ball on his bed, body heaving with sobs. The sounds were choked and painful, dragged out of his throat by gasping breaths. In between, they were broken by harsh, choked up coughs. 

The final detail that nearly shattered Virgil’s already split heart completely was how big brother clung to his abandoned flannel shirt, holding it protectively to his chest as if it the last piece of his brothers left in the universe. 

It was only because of the heat of the tropical day Virgil had taken the flannel off in favour of t-shirt beneath it on its own. He’d draped it over his chair by Scott’s bed and made sure Scott was tucked in before he stepped out; now the blankets were in disarray on the floor, with Scott’s desperation keeping the flannel, Virgil’s flannel close.

Virgil was back by Scott’s side in an instant. He reached for Scott slowly, wanting to do anything but startle and scare him further. 

What had happened in the brief time he’d been away? Unless he thought he was alone, Scott usually hid his hurt until he utterly couldn’t anymore. 

“I’m here, Scotty. You’re safe.” Virgil murmured reassurances without knowing exactly what was wrong. He grasped for what he could to comfort Scott, letting his voice fall into an even cadence in hopes it would get through the more than misery, the desolation rolling off of Scott in waves.

Scott tossed his head, mumbling.

“It’s Virgil. I’m right here,” he tried.

“Nuh uh.” Scott gripped the shirt tighter like he expected someone to tear it from his white knuckled grip. “Virgie’s gone.”

Tears welled up in Virgil’s own eyes. Dammit. He dashed at them as they threatened to track down his cheeks; he wasn’t ashamed of wearing his heart on his sleeve but right now he needed to concentrate on Scott.

Ever so carefully, Virgil pressed a hand to Scott’s shoulder, hoping for physical touch to get through to his brother and ground him. 

Scott froze; Virgil held his breath.

When Scott leant into his touch, resting his shoulder against Virgil’s palm with the force of his weight, his tears came to a startled pause as he registered Virgil’s presence. As he seemed to finally believe it. 

“I’m back, here with you and I’m not going anywhere, we’re going to be okay, Scotty. We’re safe and we’re gonna be okay.”

It became a hand rubbing circles on Scott’s back over his sweaty t-shirt, as Virgil eased himself closer to his brother. 

Feverish blue eyes pierced his. “You left me. You— you were gone.” Scott blinked in confusion, attempting to work out what was happening. 

Virgil crumpled. It was such a short time, he hadn’t thought to even alert John to watch over Scott in his absence.

“I’m so sorry, Scott.”

Scott frowned as he put the pieces together, like they kept trying to slip away. 

“How long was it actually?” It was a command, barely couched as a question.

“A few minutes. I thought you were okay, you were mostly asleep. Wasn’t sure you’d even notice,” Virgil admitted.

Scott scrubbed a shaky hand over his face. “Woke up from a nightmare and you weren’t there. The light had changed, so y’know, seemed like longer.”

Before he left, Virgil had pulled down the blinds to darken the room so it would be easier for Scott to sleep.

A shiver racked Scott’s body, transforming into trembling aftershocks. He’d be due for more fever meds soon, but frustratingly for all of Virgil that hated to see anyone hurting, not yet.

“Everything’s all blurry, blending together. Don’t know what day it is anymore. I can’t—” Scott cut himself off.

At that, Virgil gathered Scott into his arms as gently as he could, arranging lanky limbs so they would be comfortable as Scott barely moved to help, just let it happen.

“—didn’t think you were coming back. Everyone else abandons me too. I mean why wouldn’t they,” Scott mumbled into his neck as Virgil propped him up to lean on his chest.

Virgil swallowed, hard, to not break down there and then as his heart really did shatter. There were going to be messy, ugly paintings at some point later as he worked through all the emotions.

“Scott, listen to me. I will always come back to you. Nothing in the world could possible stop me.”

His big brother twisted around to look up at him with those bright, sky blue eyes filled with tears. 

“‘Cause we’re brothers?” Scott asked. 

“You’re my brother. I’ll always love you.”

Scott crumbled then, and it took Virgil a long, terrifying few seconds stretching out to realise it was in relief, even as Scott took a deep, sudden breath in and begun to cry like everything but the exhaustion had been wrung out of him.

It was less harshly than before but still interspersed with hiccups and coughs. 

Virgil wrapped Scott up closer, cradling him as Scott rested his head at the crook of Virgil’s neck and let him take his weight. All he wanted was for his brother to rest, to know that he could lay down his burdens because they were here for him. He could let Scott cry as he obviously needed to after the whiplash of thinking Virgil was gone, before Scott put back up the walls and bounds that he used to make himself who he thought everyone wanted of him to be, when his family wanted him to just be Scott. Hopefully, bit by bit, Virgil could get it through to him.

Fever made Scott far too warm to the touch, yet Scott was caught up in violent waves of shivers coming and going like the tides. 

Virgil picked up his flannel that Scott had abandoned in favour of Virgil himself and draped it around him. In spite of gentle coaxing, Scott wouldn’t or couldn’t let go for long enough to put his arms through the sleeves properly. Instead Virgil tucked it in, pulling up an extra blanket over them both. 

He settled back against the pillows, cuddling his big brother which went some way to mending his own heart and letting himself relinquish the guilt no matter how difficult that was to do. Beating himself up wouldn’t help Scott, he could only figure out how to do better next time. 

“You okay there, Scotty?” he checked in. 

The tears at least had slowed, reduced to the occasional catch in his breath where it brushed against Virgil’s neck. 

Scott shuffled to bury his face in Virgil t-shirt as he shrugged. It was probably the most honest Scott had been in answer to that question for a long time.

Rubbing a hand over his brother’s arm prompted Scott to tuck it around Virgil, clinging closer. He hated that Scott was hurting but he was ever so glad for the chance to hold Scott and comfort him while Scott let himself be held.

“‘m not going anywhere,” Virgil told him softly, “Before you worry, I don’t have anywhere I need to be.”

The schematics of Two he could look over here, and even then those could wait. 

With one arm securely around Scott, he reached over to the bedside table to grab his headphones and the bright blue water bottle there. 

He nudged Scott to drink as he fished around for the packet of tablets so he could take them too. 

After, Scott went limp against him, melting into the hug. Virgil pressed a kiss to his hair before carding through it in a gentle attempt to lull Scott to sleep, humming along softly to his music to keep away the silence. The less reminders Scott had of being alone, the better.

“Mmmm. Thanks for being here. Glad you’re here with me.” Scott words blended together in exhaustion but they told Virgil Scott would be okay. 

They both would be, because they were here together. 

[divine-misfortune]

Thinking about trans masc Aether.

Idk.

Aether's first rut without Dew around after his retirement.

He's trying so hard to keep it together, to not spend every waking second with his hand down his pants but it's a fight not to. It's so easy to just let his idle hand drift into his lap, to press between his thighs, and before Aether knows it he's got his jeans tugged down frantically stroking his fat little tdick in the middle of the living room.

Aether spends so much time fucking his fingers into himself, teary and frustrated, aching for his mate and the swell of his knot.

Dew spares what time he can, listening to his warbled little sobs and heavy breathing through the phone. Praising and talking him through it, promising to fill him up the second hes home - reward him for being so good. Listening to Aether wring out orgasm after orgasm till he's damn near incoherent, or until the poor thing can't keep his eyes open anymore. Dew can't say he doesn't love watching Aether practically dozing off on facetime while his hips still automatically rut against his hand.

By the time it's over hes sore and exhausted and hardly satiated. Aether might just die if he has to go through it like that again. He can't spend an entire week too horny to function.

After a lot of web surfing, and an obnoxious uncharge for expedited shipping, he has his solution.

It's nothing impressive, black silicone with a tapered tip and a small but satisfying knot at the base. Not too long, not too thick. Similar enough in size to Dew, maybe a bit smaller, but it still does the trick. It fits just right, snug and comfortably seated in his cunt even as he tugs his pants back up. The tip presses right against that sweet bed of nerves when he sits, and shifts subtly against it when he walks.

Aether can't say it helps keep his heat addled brain entirely clear, his head goes fuzzy around the edges still. Sometimes more than others. But at least it keeps him from having to constantly appease that burn within him...And makes it easier when he does need to, when he can't ignore it. Its so much easier to just subtly start rocking his hips in his seat rather than abandoning his work entirely to stretch himself open...Though now he's taken to doing it without realizing, perhaps not always in the most appropriate places either.

He's more of a mess though, soaks through his boxers at more of an alarming rate. Aether doesn't know how Rain does it, pussy dripping like a faucet with no sign of slowing. It's inconvenient as all hell.

But when he finally gets ahold of Dew again, breathing a little more evenly into the receiver, he tells him about it with only the slightest bit of shame.

And Dew chuckles.

"You've spent your whole heat molding that pretty little cunt to the shape of my cock, haven't you baby?"

The realization nearly makes him whimper, thighs pressing together, only pushing the tip back into that sweet spot.

"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around me again, oh you're gonna be just fucking perfect for me..."

[thenightfolknetwork]

There are… strange things happening to my body. I heard from some of my friends that I should come to you for things like this. Sorry if it’s a bit oddly worded, I’ve had to rewrite this quite a bit.

You see, I’m used to having the ocasional astral spell, leaving my body from time to time while I nap and waking up an hour or so later to find my body right where I’ve left it. But recently, these spells have been getting quite a bit longer. And someone has seen fit to move into my body while I’m out.

I’ve heard of this sort of thing before, shared vessels and all that. But I never asked for a bodymate, let alone gave them permission! You see, my new bodymate is a refugee from their dimension. They jumped into my body since it was the first they could find unoccupied at the time, and apparently it’s rather similar to the one they used to have at home. I’ve left notes around, and they’ve written back, and for a while we had a somewhat tedious agreement over who could control the body when. I control it during the daytime, and them at night, simple as that. We both take frequent naps as our schedule allows, so our body doesn’t get too exhausted.

However recently, they’ve been a bit of a “controller-hog”, so to speak. I’ll settle down for a nap in my bed, only to wake up on the couch watching some bad medical drama. I hate medical dramas. But the worst thing by far was when I woke up three days ago with blue hair. Blue HAIR. My hair has never been blue, nor have I ever dyed it, or even had hair dye in my home!

I immediately wrote several very stern letters to my bodymate. I had hoped that maybe over the next few nights, we could have hashed something out together. But today I woke up with a NOSE RING. What’s next? Some cheap tattoo?!

I’ve tried writing this letter SO MANY TIMES, but each time I’ve been “dozing off” and waking up with my finger pressed conveniently to the backspace button. I’ve tried so hard to get them to leave, but they simply refuse. What do I do?!

Reader, this is absolutely appalling behaviour. It is never acceptable for a bodymate to make changes to the shared vessel without the permission of all inhabitants, and their blatant disregard for your wishes proves them to be as unscrupulous as they are rude.

The fact this person is a refugee from another dimension does not give them the right to treat your shared body with impunity. Quite apart from the violations of changing the body's appearance without your agreement, there are the very real health risks involved.

After all, if your body doesn't get enough rest because one of its occupants sees fit to sit up watching medical dramas, you will both suffer the physical consequences.

Usually I am the first to advocate for communication and compromise. But in this situation, I think your bodymate has shown they are not interested in negotiation. The time for rationality and reason has passed. You must take direct action.

There are two options available. If you are not particularly attached to the body itself, you could always cede possession and take up residence in another vessel.

Many people consider such a change to be a refreshing change of perspective. You might choose a vessel at random, find a volunteer online, or indulge in having a custom body created for you by a professional matter consultant.

Just be sure to update your identity documents and paperwork before making the jump. There are ways to prove your identity in the case of corporeal eviction and so on, but it can be a lengthy and uncomfortable process and is far best avoided.

Alternatively, if you have a particular affection for this vessel, I'm afraid you're going to have to put your foot down. At a time when you are in full control of the body, speak to a trusted friend and establish a way of communicating to them whether or not the person in control of the body really is you. A code word will do, or a reference to a shared memory. Anything your new bodymate will be unable to guess.

Then, you need to call in the professionals. Exorcism has an understandably poor reputation in the community, but it remains the most effective way to handle unwanted guests.

Find a licensed practitioner to perform the ritual, and book them for a time and place of your choosing. You'll also need to give them the contact details of your trusted contact, to check whether the ritual was successful or not.

Finally, at the allotted time, tell your bodymate that you are ready and willing to take drastic measures to protect your boundaries. There is a chance they will take your threat seriously, and agree to either vacate your body of their own volition or to treat your shared space with more respect.

Given their behaviour during the writing of this letter, however, I think it far more likely they will respond with aggression. Brace yourself. They will very probably try to wrest control of the body and suppress your influence entirely. Let them – your exorcist will be on hand to manage the situation.

Once your bodymate has been safely transferred into temporary storage, the rest is up to you. The most ethical choice is to find a willing alternative vessel and having your bodymate transferred to them as soon as possible. Alternatively, safe release into a crowded public area is often included in the price of an exorcism, with a small surcharge if you want to choose the target area yourself.

Banishment to another realm entirely will cost significantly more. Besides, even without the concerns about keeping them from accidentally going back to the realm they just left, crossplanar banishment is considered rather gauche.

You don't need to decide right away. Once your headmate is removed, they will be able to remain in the storage container for up to a week with no harmful effects. It will be rather boring for them, but frankly I'm inclined to think they deserve a little time to sit on the mantelpiece and think about what they've done.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty]

I know it's been talked about many times before, but I just love the hc that Hunter started falling asleep everywhere in the human realm since he finally felt safe and comfortable enough to let his guard down for once.

Like I'm just imagining the kids a few weeks after coming to the human realm, sitting on the floor of the living room, all staring at Luz as she tries to explain the rules of uno to them (to at least try to get a sense of normalcy back into her life.) Gus is staring at her, wide-eyed, trying to soak up all possible information about this odd human game, Amity is just happy to finally see Luz smiling again, Willow is trying to collect all the green cards and Hunter is just sitting contentedly on his little pillow, Luz's voice going in one ear and out the other, though he is trying hard to memorise the rules. And with every question Gus asks, Hunters head sinks lower and lower, until his chin is resting against his chest and hes completely dozed off. The kids notice, but they don't bother him at all, even though they know his neck is gonna be killing him when he wakes up. They let him sleep, lower their voices, and try not to giggle when the uno cards slowly slip out of his grip. Flapjack is resting in his hair, and for a little while, everything seems fine. They dont need to mention that this is the longest Hunter has slept without waking up screaming from whatever monster was plaguing his dreams.

All of the kids start to notice how often Hunter would just suddenly fall asleep in the middle of doing something. He fell asleep on top of the recipe when he was trying to help Camila cook dinner once, he completely crashed in Luz's room another time when she was giving him a summary of the good witch Azura books, which Luz found odd, since he seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying. He keeps drifting off when he spends time in the garden outside with Willow, but none of the kids say anything when Willow just makes a bed of flowers for him and continues her gardening. They've all noticed how prone Hunter is to falling asleep when theyre with him, all except Amity...

When he's with her, he always stands too tall, or sits up too straight. Amity doesnt really seem to care too much, just chalks it up to their rocky relationship from the past, but she cant deny that it does bother her how rigid he always is around her compared to everyone else. She brings up her concerns to Luz, and Luz tells her that she should try talking to him, and so she does. She goes down to the basement one day to see Hunter stitching up a shirt, all alone. As soon as he notices her walk in, he sits up straighter and puffs his chest out. Even though his movements arent all that obvious or exaggerated, its uncomfortably close to how he used to hold himself as the golden guard. So Amity sighs, sits down cross-legged in front of him, and starts talking, just like her girlfriend told her to. And after a long, emotional talk about expectations and abuse, Hunters shoulders sag and his back relaxes a bit. A few days later Luz walks into the living room to find Amity reading a book, and Hunter sound asleep right next to her.

[cosmicanakin]

★ HIS FAVORITE HOODIE.

੭୧ . . . vinnie hacker x female!reader.

ᯓ you're wearing one of vinnie's hoodies and he can't help but express how beautiful you look in his clothing.

warning(s) fluff┆smut┆breast play ﾉ nipple play┆explicit language. 𓇼 writers block is a pain in my fucking ass. eighteen plus! adult content | minors do NOT interact.

　✧⠀ ⠀⠀　𓈒　⠀⠀ ⠀૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ꪆৎ masterlist.

you were nestled against the headboard of your bed, lazily scrolling through your phone as hera dozed cozily in your lap. soft patters of rain could be heard gently falling outside the windows, the steady rhythm adding to the cozy atmosphere. your furry companion let out a contented sigh in her sleep, and you smiled down at her fondly while scratching behind her ears.

it was rare for LA to see such a heavy downpour, the skies an unusually dark gray for the normally sunny city. you were certainly not complaining, enjoying the excuse to have a lazy, indoor day tucked safely in bed. your fingers wandered absently to the front pocket of the oversized black hoodie you were wearing, trying not to smile too hard as you thought of its rightful owner. it was vinnie's favorite seattle sweatshirt you had "borrowed" from his closet the other day, hoping it still smelled faintly of his cologne.

pulling the hood up over your head, you inhaled deeply and sighed happily at the lingering traces of vinnie's scent surrounding you like a comforting hug. the material was worn and soft against your skin, and combined with hera's comforting weight on your lap it made for the perfect cozy atmosphere for a lazy rainy day. you could hear Vinnie talking animatedly in the other room as he streamed, his voice slightly muffled through the walls but still bringing a smile to your face at his enthusiasm and humor.

time passed lazily as you switched between browsing apps on your phone and petting hera, perfectly contented for the foreseeable future. before long though, you started to hear things winding down in the other room, vinnie's voice growing quieter as the stream came to an end. hera picked her sleepy head up at the sound of approaching footsteps, tail wagging lethargically. the bedroom door opened to reveal vinnie, his face breaking into a blindingly happy grin upon seeing you curled up cozily in bed.

"hey baby," he greeted warmly, padding over at hera's insistent tail wags. you returned his smile, heart melting as it always did at his overflowing affection. "hey. stream go well?" vinnie flopped down playfully beside you both, immediately fussing over hera's silky ears. "yeah, it was chill, played a few rounds with jett and jordan. hope you guys weren't too bored without me." you rolled your eyes playfully. "we managed to entertain ourselves somehow, don't worry."

hera stood and stretched her legs before hopping off the bed, clearly sensing you would both appreciate some alone time now. vinnie's eyes flickered to your attire, an unreadable expression crossing his features. "is that... my hoodie?" he asked slowly, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically shy as a blush rose on his cheeks. you suddenly felt bashful too under his intense gaze, pulling the drawstrings teasingly. "maybe. found it in the closet and it looked cozy." his grin turned a shade more playful and hungry.

"it looks way better on you though, i gotta say." leaning closer until your noses almost touched, he added lowly, "you just look so pretty wearing my clothes, baby." before you could respond or even register the unexpected compliment fully, vinnie's lips were on yours, kissing you firmly yet gently. you squeaked in surprise against his lips, hands grasping his hoodie strings in shock before relaxing into the affection. his kisses were always soft yet passionate, somehow conveying all his underlying adoration without words.

you kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut to savor the butterflies his touch always sparked anew within you. vinnie shifted impossibly closer, hand sliding up your neck to cradle your jaw as he deepened the kiss hungrily. a soft moan escaped your throat at the intimacy, head spinning deliciously at his sudden ardor. when you finally parted for air, vinnie traced light pecks along your flushed cheeks and forehead, smile sheepish yet vibrant with undisguised fondness.

"sorry, you just looked so pretty wearing my stuff, i couldn't help myself." you chuckled, heart, swelling almost uncomfortably full. his honest displays of affection never failed to overwhelm you with joy and self-confidence. running your fingers through the soft hairs at his nape, you tugged him back for another long, lingering kiss, pouring all your wordless adoration into it. vinnie rumbled happily in his chest, embrace growing bolder as he maneuvered you onto your back, settling flush between your thighs.

his insistent kisses soon had you gasping and grasping at his broad shoulders, lost in sensations only he could invoke so thoroughly. when you parted again, vinnie gazed down at you with eyes dark yet piercingly tender, taking your breath away all over again. "i love you," he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. your own throat grew tight, at the open care and devotion in his words and countenance. "i love you too," you replied in an undertone, willing your love to shine through as purely in your hushed confession.

vinnie's beaming smile could have rivaled the sun itself in radiance, illuminated with unbridled affection for you that never ceased to humble and hearten your soul. dipping his head once more, he slanted his lips sweetly, slowly over yours as if to seal that intangible bond binding your hearts and lives inextricably together. the rain pattered calmly on as you lost yourself in his kiss, all external distractions falling away until only you both existed in that singular connection.

eager hands began to roam and explore more hungrily, re-memorizing hidden curves and dips through the familiar layers separating flesh from flesh. a breathy moan sounded when vinnie delicately nipped your bottom lip, granting him immediate entrance to slip his talented tongue inside in a teasing caress. his kisses left you lightheaded and aching for more, a fire igniting low in your belly imploring to be stoked higher.

you scratched lightly at his scalp through soft curls, delighting in the rumbling growl emanating deep within his chest at the intimate contact. vinnie always responded so carnally yet tenderly to your every touch, making you feel cherished yet irresistibly desired all at once. he balanced worshipping and seeking worship so effortlessly it left your head spinning. your wandering palms traced the chiseled planes of his back through his shirt before skimming lower, gripping his flexing backside to grind your heat against his thickening clothed length.

a guttural groan rumbled from his throat, grinding his hardening cock insistently against your clothed core in retaliation. his questing fingers trailed teasingly up your ribs before closing gently around your throbbing breasts, kneading lightly through the layers separating skin from his eager touch. you cried out softly at the twin sensations of pleasure assaulting your heated nerves, chasing the delightful friction between your joined bodies with ever growing desperation.

"baby, you feel so fucking good," vinnie grounds out, releasing your kiss-swollen lips to mouth hotly along the length of your throat. your answering moan was wantonly loud at the stimulation of the skin on hot skin, arching invitingly into his talented mouth as he sucked purple marks into the delicate flesh. his large palms continued massaging your aching mounds before slipping lower, fingertips dancing along the hem of your stolen sweatshirt to graze the soft skin beneath teasingly.

you keened high in your throat at the electrified tingles racing across your flesh, tangling your fingers in vinnie's soft curls to guide his greedy mouth back up to claim your lips once more. his tongue dueled ardently with yours as his palms finished hiking the oversized hoodie up your torso, calloused fingers rediscovering every curve and dip of your torso. your nipples pebbled tightly at the chilled air hitting your now bare skin, aching desperately for his touch once more.

as if sensing your need, vinnie palmed your breasts, simultaneously sucking your bottom lip between his teeth to tug playfully. you gasped at the sensation, arching higher into the cage of his massive frame with abandon. vinnie's low groan of approval sent fresh heat spiraling low in your belly, hips canting needily up in search of friction. his deft touch rolled and pinched your delicate buds expertly, coaxing breathy cries of bliss from your parted lips with each practiced twist and caress.

just when you thought you couldn't take anymore electrified pleasure, vinnie surprised you by trailing open-mouthed kisses lower, tracing a path down your throat, between your breasts, stopping to lavish extra attention on your aching nipples. hot tears pricked your eyes at the sheer bliss of his hot mouth closing around one tiny peak, flicking his tongue determinedly as his calloused palm rolled the twin bud tantalizingly. the sensations were almost unbearably exquisite, limbs trembling uncontrollably as climax approached fiercely.

"vinnie," you gasped brokenly, carding your fingers urgently through his hair to hold him impossibly closer against your heaving chest.

he hummed approvingly against your tender flesh, sending delicious vibrations all the way to your core. he switched his eager mouth to your other longing peak, lavishing equal attention until you were keening deliriously beneath him.

"you're so perfect," he breathed hotly, kissing a path lower still until stopping to meet your desperate gaze. his eyes shone with unrestrained longing and adoration that stole what little breath remained in your lungs. "can i taste you, sweet girl?"

you could only whimper and nod frantically, beyond coherent words in your haze of need. vinnie didn't hesitate, grasping the waistband of your biker shorts and panties in one large hand to tug down your legs with practiced efficiency. cool air caressed your bare heat for mere moments before his scalding mouth replaced the void, licking a broad stripe directly up your dripping slit.

"oh!" you cried out piercingly, back arching off the mattress at the exquisitely electric contact. vinnie hummed approvingly, swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. your hands flew to grasp at his soft hair desperately, bucking helplessly into his greedy mouth as ecstasy ricocheted through every vein.

he lapped eagerly at your slick folds, greedily drinking in your essence like a man dying of thirst. his finger toyed teasingly at your clenching entrance, just barely grazing inside to elicit high-pitched keens of pure bliss. vinnie swirled his gifted tongue expertly around your swollen bud, sucking it between his lips to lavish intoxicating suction before parting to trace figure eights in long, languid strokes.

white hot pleasure spiraled impossibly higher with each practiced stroke of his talented muscle, muscles contracting tightly in your impending release. "vinnie, i'm so close," you whimpered, fingers tugging pleadingly at his curls. he groaned appreciatively against your weeping core, the vibrations shooting straight to your tightening core.

fingers curled expertly inside your clasping walls in tandem with his tireless oral ministrations, coaxing you fluidly over the precipice with unparalleled skill. colors exploded violently behind your screwed-shut lids as your climax crashed over you in immense, rolling waves, muscles spasming uncontrollably around vinnie's digits. he lapped eagerly through your pulsing release, helping you ride out every aftershock before trailing gentle kisses back up your quivering form.

vinnie pressed tender kisses along your heaving chest as you descended from ecstatic highs, mind blank yet abuzz. his lips paused to suckle gently at your distended nipples once more, stoking flickers of fresh pleasure through your satiated nerves.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured against your fluttering skin, lust-hazy eyes flickering up to gauge your receptiveness. finding your gaze hooded yet eager, vinnie's lips quirked in a lazy smirk. "but we aren't finished just yet, princess."

his muscular frame caged you back into the plush mattress, grinding the substantial length still confined by his jeans against your sensitive core. you moaned at the delicious friction, hips canting up greedily to meet each roll. vinnie's lips captured yours in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste your essence on his eager tongue.

your hands roamed hungrily over his straining muscles, urgency resurging tenfold at his evident desire yet tenderness. never ceasing his attentive grinding, vinnie rid himself of constraining layers with practiced efficiency, freeing his thick cock to nuzzle teasingly at your slick entrance.

a shuddering gasp tore from your throat at the scalding contact, simultaneously begging for fulfillment yet cherishing the lingering intimacy. vinnie reached between you to languidly circle your swollen clit once more, coaxing thighs to part impossibly wider on a broken cry.

"you ready?" he rasped, peering down with such care you felt fit to burst. all you could do was whimper and nod frantically, clutching at his broad shoulders as your bodies joined with marvelous perfection.

[eumivrse]

THROUGH THE NIGHT : nanami kento

summary you finally see your husband after working overtime again, and what better way to celebrate that than sweet, loving sex?

warning(s) just soft, lazy sex. cockwarming, some fluff i guess

word count 1,311

“tired?” you hum, feeling the weight of the bed shift as nanami placed a tiny kiss on your temple before laying next to you.

you were getting ready to go to bed, but waited when you heard the front door open at this late hour of the night. his line of work is demanding— being a first grade sorcerer and all.

“just glad to be here with you,” his jaded voice was enough to tell you that he just wants to sleep already. you were laying on your side; faced away from him as he clasps his arm around your waist, pressing your body against his. it’s nearly 1am and you were dozing off until you felt something… firm against the base of your ass.

“kento,” you mumble, “are you hard?”

he jests, “sorry, honey. ‘couldn’t help it.” he really couldn’t— not when you were grinding on his crotch each time you ease yourself into a more comfortable position. it’s perverted; to be thinking such filthy thoughts about what he could do right now especially when he knows you didn’t do it on purpose.

but he had been so stressed lately, it was driving him crazy that he hadn’t been able to spend time with you. he promised to offer his life to you on the altar, yet he couldn’t even spare a day dedicated to the love of his life.

and of course he knows you’d understand, you were colleagues before lovers after all. but one of his biggest pet peeves is when people can’t keep their word, especially when it comes to himself.

the print of his cock was prominent against your pajama shorts, even without being able to see it. you snort, poking fun at him, “do you want me to help you with that?” you weren’t going to lie to yourself and tell him that you don’t want this. after all, you’ve had your own missions and work to deal with yourself, it’s been harder each week to align schedules.

“you don’t have to do anything. i’ll take care of you.” he whispers, already pulling on the garter of your shorts. you lift your hips up and tossed the garment on the floor, kento pulling on your upper leg to keep one raised, leaving you wide open. you hike up your oversized tee, titties bouncing out of its confines.

he moved your panties to your inner thigh, opened just enough for him to rub his fingers onto the bud of your clit in swift motions. “kento…” you sigh, your fingers pinching on your pert nipples, kneading on them to allay the heat of your cunt. you drape your leg behind you, around his thick thighs for leverage as he tapped on your clit to ease you into the mood.

he skimmed his hand over to your breast while the other was prepping his cock, pulling his boxers down just enough for it to stick out, wrapping his palm around it as he pumped up and down. rolling his fingers on your nipple, he slipped his cock in between your folds, relishing in the warmth of your pussy.

“are you ready, baby?” he mutters against the nape of your neck.

“yes,” you inhale sharply when he poked his tip against your hole, slowly stretching you out with the thick girth of his cock. the chilly air of the ac wafting past your half naked body has heightened your sensitivity, kento taking note of your squirming.

he lifts his head, hand craning your jaw to be able to face him and he locks his lips against yours, alleviating you of any tension you might’ve had prior. he sheathed in you carefully, ensuring that it doesn’t cause a burning sensation against your walls due to the lack of foreplay.

when he slipped all of him inside you, he kept himself plugged in, cozying up to the plush squeeze of your cunt. you hum in between wet kisses, “i love you.”

he reached his hand over to press your tummy, pecking on your cheek, “i love you more, sweet girl.” kento started with lazy thrusts, dragging his cock in and out of you in slow intervals, balls wedged in between your ass with each push of his hips.

your eyes were threatening to droop shut, not due to boredom but because you were feeling relaxed, relieved of all the stress and thoughts clouding your mind. the delicious stretch of your cunt was prominent, each thrust accompanied with a squelch! noise as his lips nipped on the nape of your neck.

sucking in your breath, your whines were as soft as silk, your husband savoring every second of it and etching it onto the depths of his periphery.

kento reveres, “thank you for existing, love.” his honeyed tone mixed in with a little hitch of his breath was enough to rouse you up, slurring, “thank you for making me feel good, kento.” you always loved that about him. the constant reassurances and sweet words of affirmation as if you’d ever forget how he truly feels about you.

his tip nudged on your g-spot and you giggle when he traced his hand back down, fingers rubbing over your clit. kento was groaning against the shell of your ear as he slapped his hips against your ass, warm breath puffing against your lithe skin. your rotate your head back, catching a glimpse of his eyes so focused onto you, locking you in by the lips. he swallows your whimpers as he picked up the pace, cock prodding at that spot over and over.

you gasp when he bit your lip, muttering, “need it. need to cum…”

he was infatuated with the way a mix of his drool and yours dribbled down the corner of your lip, your eyes hooded with pure lust with no other thoughts in your little head besides your carnal desires. it’s a shame he could hardly see your face, but hearing you whimper his name and praising him for making you feel good is more than enough.

he hums, “go ahead, love. all over my cock, okay?” the contrast between his endearing tone and the filthy dirty talk was enough to send a rippling wave of pleasure throughout your body as you tensed up, legs trembling.

runny slick dripped down his cock and the easier it was to plunge into you, the louder he gradually got with low, gruff groans against your ear. “where?” his breathing went erratic, his hand gripping on the pudge of your waist to keep you stationary.

you moan, still coming down from your orgasm, “inside, baby. make me yours.” it only took him one last thrust before you felt his warm cum coat your walls, a moment of silence before he cursed under his breath.

you unravel your leg from his thigh, tightening your cunt’s grip onto his cock. attempting to roll up and go to the restroom, kento scooped his arm around your tummy and kept himself deep inside you.

“i wanna clean up,” you giggle.

he kisses the back of your shoulder, “can it wait? ‘wanna stay like this a little longer,” his fading voice only implied that he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. it’s been too long since he got to hold you like this, the both of you constantly under pressure from the demanding occupation you both chose to pursue.

it wasn’t long until you felt fatigue crash over your body, kento murmuring as the weight of your lids forced your eyes shut, “m sorry i can't be with you all the time, honey.”

“s’okay… it’s not your fault, my schedule’s been fucked lately too. ‘just glad i get to spend this time with you,” your words may not seem like a big deal, but it brings him solace that you’re always supporting him even if he can’t always reciprocate.

he smiles, sighing through his nose, “same.”

[danteragnulf]

dhcmpirs​:

Location: Kay’s Place Person: @danteragnulf notes: this is actually a two paragraph starter bc the first paragraph is a dream

He can hear the music from the house party in the background, there’s a tree at his back and Dante’s mouth is on his and then he’s off towards the forest and tumbling downwards. It’s not always accurate to what actually happened, sometimes he’s like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. This isn’t one of those times, he hits the ground hard, there’s Dante calling for him, they meet up again. It’s all by the book this time around, he lights his fire, he leads the way, they move towards the fountain and this is where it’s always different, this is where he always starts paying more attention. Because the fountain is not the same fountain physically as the one that’d been there that day. Sometimes the eyes are closed, sometimes open, sometimes there’s a hole in the statues chest that reveals it’s hollow. It seems to escalate, the damage done to it and sometimes when they jump into the fountain, neither of them come out. Sometimes it’s just him coming out on the other side. This time he goes into the water and he’s fully aware of his heart hammering in his chest and there’s this flash of eyes, bright blue and tired and he opens his mouth and reaches out his hand towards something in the water. Something reaching towards him and he swears his fingers brush something in the darkness of the water and there’s water going into his lungs and- Kay hits the floor between his couch and his coffee table hard, banging his ankle on the way down and his elbow squarely on the hardwood. It doesn’t hurt right away, he’s desperately trying to breathe and remind himself that he’s not drowning, he’s home and he’s safe and when he peels himself off the floor to sit up, there sits his ever annoyed companion. Major had come to check out the noise out of what felt like childish habit, he reaches and cradles the cat to his chest and matches his breathing until they’re both sitting there on the floor without him panting like he’d just ran three miles. When he processes it all, he’s more annoyed than scared because what the fuck did it all mean?? “I’m gonna do it.” He says, looking down at the large gray cat who is peering up, ever annoyed. *

“I didn’t have anyone else I could call.” It’d sound sadder if he didn’t sound out of breath from practically jumping down the stairs when he heard the knock. He looks at Dante on his front steps and after the summit, after yelling at Cloe, that big vampire party, days that’d stretched into weeks dreaming about the man before him, he’s not quite sure he’s even real. Hell, he’d sent the ‘u up? not for a sex thing promise its important’ and hadn’t expected a response at all because he figured one day Dante was going to just disappear. But there he is, in the flesh. “I have something to show you.” He doesn’t really give the wolf time to process it before he’s nodding for him to follow further into the house.

-

It was a quiet night in, Kayce was out somewhere and while Dante had tried to write, or draw, or do something... His mind was kind of all over the place. So, the lycan had taken to throwing a rubber ball against the wall as he sat in his bed. Repeating the motion each time the red ball bounced back, maybe it was a cliche - a dog playing with a ball but it was more a way to keep his mind idle as he threw the ball against the floor, watched it bounce against the wall before it returned to his hand. He could go out, maybe go to All Fours for a drink, check out the Embassy - get lucky, hangout at the park. Busk somewhere to try and scrape together the scratch for a plane ticket. Truth was he didn’t want to do any of those things. Dante slumped back onto his bed, arms folded behind his head as he sighed. Wonder if he’s okay. 

The text had come shortly after Dante had dozed off, stood outside the other’s apartment he wondered if this was a mistake. Apparently this wasn’t about sex, which made the lycan worry that it was something worse. Kay looked rough, worse than the last time they’d seen each other and Dante couldn’t help but think that things had deteriorated for him. He could smell... He could smell everything. The things that had been on the other’s skin, fangs and whatever else. Dante ignored it, the vampires had had their party, so of course Kay had gone. The lycan didn’t have any business being jealous about it. “Yeah, it’s cool. Of course.” Dante said as he followed the other inside the familiar place. 

Location: Kay's Place Person: @danteragnulf notes: this is actually a two paragraph starter bc the first paragraph is a dream

He can hear the music from the house party in the background, there’s a tree at his back and Dante’s mouth is on his and then he’s off towards the forest and tumbling downwards. It’s not always accurate to what actually happened, sometimes he’s like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. This isn’t one of those times, he hits the ground hard, there’s Dante calling for him, they meet up again. It’s all by the book this time around, he lights his fire, he leads the way, they move towards the fountain and this is where it’s always different, this is where he always starts paying more attention. Because the fountain is not the same fountain physically as the one that’d been there that day. Sometimes the eyes are closed, sometimes open, sometimes there’s a hole in the statues chest that reveals it’s hollow. It seems to escalate, the damage done to it and sometimes when they jump into the fountain, neither of them come out. Sometimes it’s just him coming out on the other side. This time he goes into the water and he’s fully aware of his heart hammering in his chest and there’s this flash of eyes, bright blue and tired and he opens his mouth and reaches out his hand towards something in the water. Something reaching towards him and he swears his fingers brush something in the darkness of the water and there’s water going into his lungs and- Kay hits the floor between his couch and his coffee table hard, banging his ankle on the way down and his elbow squarely on the hardwood. It doesn’t hurt right away, he’s desperately trying to breathe and remind himself that he’s not drowning, he’s home and he’s safe and when he peels himself off the floor to sit up, there sits his ever annoyed companion. Major had come to check out the noise out of what felt like childish habit, he reaches and cradles the cat to his chest and matches his breathing until they’re both sitting there on the floor without him panting like he’d just ran three miles. When he processes it all, he’s more annoyed than scared because what the fuck did it all mean?? “I’m gonna do it.” He says, looking down at the large gray cat who is peering up, ever annoyed. *

“I didn’t have anyone else I could call.” It’d sound sadder if he didn’t sound out of breath from practically jumping down the stairs when he heard the knock. He looks at Dante on his front steps and after the summit, after yelling at Cloe, that big vampire party, days that’d stretched into weeks dreaming about the man before him, he’s not quite sure he’s even real. Hell, he’d sent the ‘u up? not for a sex thing promise its important’ and hadn’t expected a response at all because he figured one day Dante was going to just disappear. But there he is, in the flesh. “I have something to show you.” He doesn’t really give the wolf time to process it before he’s nodding for him to follow further into the house.

[heartchoi]

“i’ve dreamt about this” + “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” with yeonjun <3 , luv your blog btw. it’s so cute.

cyber sex | yeonjun x gn!reader

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of toys (vibrator), slight voice kink, dirty talk

a/n: title based off doja cat’s cyber sex. thank you for requesting, hopefully you like it!

request a prompt here | minors dni!

truly, its been a long day for yeonjun.

he finds himself lucky to be able to finish his last schedule quicklyㅡ now he can finally go home. the car ride back to his dorm is silent. soobin and beomgyu stare at their phones, while taehyun and hueningkai whisper to each other about whatever. perhaps it was about how soobin made a failed attempt in making himself look like pikachu earlier that night. either way, yeonjun just wanted to doze off. of course, he couldnt go to bed without giving you a call.

it was a daily routine with you. either you or yeonjun would call each other before bed, and it would lead to you both talking for hours. by the time you finish up, you basically spent half the night on video call.

though, if you said you didn’t miss yeonjun’s physical presence, you’d be lying. you knew his schedule was hectic these days preparing for a comeback and all. but, you just couldn’t help it. sometimes, you’d wish for your boyfriend to come and visit.

today was one of those days, you think to yourself. you were busy kicking off your pants, then your undergarments. you brought your vibrator up to your hole, turning on the lowest setting first. you could barely remember the last time you had sex with yeonjun. its been so long. slowly, you move on to the next setting. the stimulation wasn’t enough for you.

the phone began to ring.

you nearly threw yourself out of the bed, who’d be calling you right now?

the caller id showed up as “junnie ❤️🌸🥰,” how convenient of him. you shoved the vibrator into your hole at the highest setting, pressing answer.

“hey, ___! whats up?” his voice had a slight rasp to it. you desperately wished that the same voice would be whispering and grunting in your ear, moaning about how good you felt. “hi jun! how was your- fuck, your day?” you blurted out in between curses. you heard a pause on the other line. “are you okay?” “y-yeah. im good, why- ah!” you felt too good, you couldnt help it.

yeonjuns eyes widened on the other side of the phone. he locked himself in the bathroom, pulling himself out of his boxers.

“love, are you touching yourself? turn on video call.” he asked. you complied, turning on video call as he saw your face contort from how fast the vibrator went. “fuck, you’re so hot like this.” slowly, yeonjun started to stroke himself.

“missed you so bad, jun. couldnt help it.” you whined. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” questioned, a smirk plastered on his face. he didnt imagine that he’d have such an effect on you. he was going to have fun with this knowledge. “yes, wish it was your dick in me right now- god!”

yeonjun felt his cock twitch at the way you’re begging for him. you were so hot like this. “are you touching yourself too?” you moaned out. yeonjun swallowed thickly before replying, “yes.”

“i want your cock inside me so bad, junnie. want you to fuck me until i cant walk.” you cried out. “want you to breed me, too. breed me until it starts dripping out of me. god, the thought of it makes me want to go over to the dorm right now. i’ve dreamt about this.” yeonjun could feel his release come closer after every word you said. he couldn’t believe it. his pretty doll, laying on their bed while they ruin themselves. all the while, the dirtiest things are escaping your lips.

yeonjun could only watch as thick ropes of his cum were spurting out all over his palm. his cock, however, was still as hard as a rock.

at that moment, he decided that it was finally time for him to pay you a visit. tonight.