#that was a dark thought & now i feel bad. im sure its fine

[mechawolfie]

only thing keeping me afloat these days is trigun & touchstarved. good media better than therapy

[moonpascal]

FRACTURED BONDS

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader wc: 830

warnings: angst, language, fighting, slight jean slander, idk what else

a/n: thanks to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged on the first part. part two to “something stupid”. this is everywhere, not sure how i feel about this but just wanted to get this out of my drafts. this gave me a headache, since im not hyper fixated like i was in the beginning of the year but hope it’s enjoyable! 🤎

Numbness was all you felt. The field around you lay in ruins, a burnt crater marking where your powers had gone haywire. Trees leaned or lay fallen from the blast, and you could only hope no one had been nearby.

The blue energy slowly dimmed from your hands, its destructive aftermath concealing the calm now settling over you.

Why did you let yourself get attached to Logan? You knew from the start it would lead to heartache. Still hung up on Jean—much to Scott’s displeasure—you were merely a distraction for him, someone to vent his frustrations on.

Shakily, you stood, wiping away tears that seemed never-ending. Transporting back to the castle’s foyer, the usual smile you wore was gone, leaving only a hollow feeling.

“Are you okay? You were gone for a while,” Scott murmured, making you jump, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine just tired. I’m heading to bed,” you replied, waving him off.

He nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile and let you go. Your room had become a place you hardly visited except for the occasional change of clothes.

Changing felt like a chore, your body weak and exhausted. Sleep, you knew would evade you. With a wave of your hand, you locked the door and placed runes on the walls to block out everything and everyone.

—

After a night of minimal sleep, teaching was the last thing on your mind. But you loved your students, and it wasn’t their fault you got “dumped”. On your way to the classroom, Rogue pulled you aside.

“Where were you last night? Logan was screaming and thrashing around in his sleep! Nobody could contact you, and it took forever to calm him down,” she exclaimed, dark circles under her eyes.

“Sorry, guess I was knocked out,” you shrugged. As much as you wanted to feel bad, you didn’t. Logan used you and then discarded you like you were nothing.

Rogue looked ready to defend him but couldn't find the words. Not wanting to hear it, you walked away and went to class.

In the classroom, the students fell silent and went to their seats—unusual behavior for them.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed Logan standing next to the mat, arms crossed with his usual scowl.

“Mr. Howlett, apologies. I forgot you’d be joining us today,” you said curtly before turning your attention to the students.

Their shocked murmurs filled the room, noticing your cold demeanor towards Logan, contrasting sharply with your usual flirtation and sunshine behavior.

As class progressed, the tension grew. Logan’s patience with the kids wore thin, while you on the other hand calmly corrected their mistakes.

“Fucking hell, kid! Don’t swing so wide when throwing a punch! You’re—”

“Logan! Language!” you shouted. “That’s why we’re teaching them!”

He huffed, ready to retort, but you silenced him with a flick of your hand, making the room erupt in laughter.

“Let’s demonstrate then,” you said, clapping your hands.

He begrudgingly walked to the mat. “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“Please, as if that was a concern bub,” you smirked.

He threw the first punch, which you quickly dodged, transporting behind him and kicking his leg, making his knee hit the mat. He tried to swipe his other leg under yours, but you froze it in place.

“Using your powers isn’t cheating. You want to use your abilities to get out of tough situations.” You addressed the class.

Releasing him, he stood and grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back. “But you shouldn’t rely on them in case they fail you one day!” he argued.

Suppressing a laugh, you maneuvered out of his hold, flipping him onto his back. He huffed and glared at you.

Although he never voiced it, Logan constantly underestimated your powers. You and Jean were similar, but you had control ninety-seven percent of the time. You didn’t know what she had that you didn’t.

Abruptly standing up, you dismissed the class. As the students exited, you didn’t spare Logan a glance and walked out with them.

—

Word travels fast among mutants. Ororo tried to help you as best as she could, but she knew you’d need time. Jean gives you sympathetic glances, and you managed small smiles in return. It wasn’t her fault; Logan just likes to think there’s a cat-and-mouse game between them, even though she rejected his advances. And Scott just added it to his list of reasons to hate him.

Logan ignores you as if you don’t exist. It hurts, but you after years of practice, it wasn’t hard to do the same.

Behind closed doors, you let your mask slip, crying for hours and replaying the good times in your head. As much as you wished Logan would take you back, you knew he’d never fully love or let you in.

He wanted what he couldn’t have, and you wanted him. Destined to never get what you truly wanted.

© moonpascal

tagging who requested a part two: @being-worthy @ro-lamperouge and to @kaita0 who gave me some suggestions.

[tomriddleslove]

can I please please please request a reverse grumpy x sunshine with theo 😭🙏🏼 i have a horrible cold rn and im pretty sure im getting a fever too and im so so close to my periods and im in some very desperate need for something nice 😭 it's totally fine if you can't or if you're busy, no pressure!

p.s. im in love with your writing! (if it wasn't obvious before)

Show a little loving.

✩ Theodore Nott x F!Reader

The one where a smitten Theodore Nott is willing to do anything and everything to see that smile of yours. It’s only a matter of time before he has to let you know - and the school mandated trip might make that a lot earlier.

A/N: This was so disgustingly cute i actually almost threw up but ig its necessary after 61 letters LOL (also @stardustsymphony ur actually amazing i hope you like it)

songs: Lovers - anna of the north

Theodore Nott had a habit of being too cheerful for his own good, especially in the mornings. You couldn’t figure out how he managed to wake up so early and still be this bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

It was unnatural.

You leaned against the Slytherin common room wall, waiting for your first class of the day, arms crossed and expression set in your usual neutral state. Your friends called it a "resting bitch face," though you insisted it was just your natural look.

Either way, no one seemed brave enough to bother you this early - except for Theo, of course.

"[name]!" His voice rang out from the entrance, and you groaned internally before turning your head to see him practically bouncing down the stairs, his dark hair flopping slightly as he moved.

“Too early for that much enthusiasm, Theo,” you muttered, but you didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. He always had that effect on you, no matter how much you tried to resist it.

Theodore didn’t seem fazed. He gave you a wide grin as he plopped down next to you on the stone bench. “It’s never too early! Have you seen outside? It’s perfect weather - I thought we could grab breakfast and maybe sit by the lake before class.”

“Not sure if I’m awake enough for all that,” you grumbled, pulling your cloak tighter around yourself. The dungeons were always too cold in the mornings. “But breakfast doesn’t sound too bad.”

“See? You’re already coming around,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

It was a running joke between the two of you. Theo was always the optimist, the 'sunshine' that (much to your dismay) seemed hellbent on making you smile. He was one of your closest friends, so you let him get away with it, though you wouldn’t admit how much you enjoyed his company - or how much his smile did things to your heart you didn’t entirely understand yet.

He nudged your arm gently. “I even asked Mattheo to save you a croissant for breakfast. No need to thank me, though I’ll accept compliments.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him out of the common room, the two of you falling into step as you walked through the corridors. It was easy, the way you fit together. Where you were quiet, he filled the silence with his never-ending commentary on whatever came to mind-whether it was about the latest Quidditch scores or some random thing he noticed about the castle.

Today, it was the latter.

“Have you ever noticed how that one portrait near the Great Hall looks like it’s giving people side-eye? I feel rather judged every time I walk by.” he rambled, feigning hurt as he places a hand on his chest.

You snorted, unable to help the laugh that bubbled up. “No, but now I’m definitely going to look for it.”

“See? I’m expanding your horizons,” he said with a satisfied grin.

You shot him a sideways glance. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking and you’ll lose your seat.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that always made your stomach flip. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t there.”

You didn’t respond right away, but he wasn’t wrong.

You didn’t know how to describe the way your friendship with Theo felt like it was standing on the edge of something bigger, something neither of you had quite dared to name.

And maybe you weren’t ready for it just yet. But when he sat down beside you, close enough that your knees brushed under the table, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

Theodore hummed contentedly as he reached for the little pot of sugar, dumping three heaped teaspoons into his coffee like it was perfectly normal behaviour. The steam rose lazily from the cup, and he stirred it absentmindedly, flashing you that familiar, easy-going smile.

“Have you packed for the astronomy trip tomorrow?” he asked casually, as though he hadn’t just committed a serious coffee crime right in front of you. “Apparently Tromsø is absolutely piss cold at this time of year. Draco was telling me.”

“I’ll help you pack later. Just so you don’t forget something important. Like, I don’t know, an extra jumper for me.”

You shot him a glare. “Sure, Theodore. I’ll just pack your entire wardrobe while I’m at it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of asking,” he replied, grinning again. “Just the scarf, though. You know, my lucky one.”

You snorted. “That hideous green one? Absolutely not.”

“Blasphemy,” he said dramatically, clutching his chest. “You wound me, [name].”

“Good,” You deadpan, turning to look at him.

You raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with something between disbelief and amusement. “God, Theodore-” you chided, pointing at his cup with disgust, “is that not just sugar with a side of coffee?”

"Well someone needs to make up for the clear joy discrepancy in this friendship." He defended, taking a long sip as if to punctuate his point.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto your face. “Right, because your never-ending cheerfulness is the only thing keeping us all from a dark, miserable existence.”

“Exactly!” he declared, entirely too pleased with himself. “I’m performing a public service, really. One smile at a time.”

There was something ridiculously charming about how he just… didn’t care. Theodore was all lightness and laughter, one could argue too much so for a Slytherin.

“I wouldn’t need to drink quite so much sugar if you’d stop glaring at me like I’ve just murdered a puppy.” he teased, bumping your knee lightly under the table. “Honestly, one of these days I’m going to get you to smile before 10 a.m. Just you wait.”

You scoffed, but the warmth in his tone made it impossible to stay annoyed. “You’d have better luck with a Patronus charm.”

"There's a reason why I'm top of the DADA class" Theodore shot back with a cocky grin.

Despite yourself, you felt the corners of your mouth twitching upward, and before you could stop it, a smile crept across your face. Quickly, you took a sip of your coffee to cover it up, but Theodore noticed.

If you saw the way he looked at you, you'd know he was in love then and there. The way he almost melted into your expression, eyebrows almost furrowing as he looks over at you. Just as he opened his mouth, ready to say something - something he wasn’t even sure he was ready to admit to himself- Pansy’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Well, if it isn’t day and night sitting over here,” she chimed, plopping down next to you with a knowing smirk.

“Merlin’s sake, Theo. You’re going to give yourself diabetes.” Pansy’s voice broke through, dry and unimpressed as ever.

“I reckon the sugar’s the only thing keeping him tolerable,” Mattheo said, slouching into his chair and eyeing Theodore’s cup with disdain. “Otherwise, we'd have to listen to him drone on about defensive spells without end.”

You snorted into your coffee before you could help it, the sound surprising you. You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up, covering your mouth as you shoot Mattheo a glare that was only half-serious. It was loud - unfiltered and genuine, and when you glanced up, you found Theodore staring at you with that easy smile, his eyes warm and a little too soft. Even with Mattheo’s jab at his expense, Theodore couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when the sound of your laughter was still ringing in his ears.

“Right, like I’d ever come to you for life advice, Mattheo,” Theodore muttered, finally tearing his gaze away from you, though his grin lingered.

Mattheo shrugged lazily. “Probably shouldn't. I’m a terrible influence."

You let the three of them fall into conversation as you zone out, sipping on your coffee. Their chatter faded into the background as your mind wandered, focusing instead on the upcoming trip. The Astronomy class’s trip to Tromsø was all anyone could talk about lately.

And as the pessimist you were, all you could focus on was how damn cold it was going to be.

--

You were right.

It was cold - too damn cold.

As soon as the group stepped off the train in Tromsø, the icy wind cut through your layers like they were made of parchment. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck, teeth chattering despite the heavy coat you wore.

"Bloody hell," you muttered under your breath, glancing around at your classmates as they all shivered in the bitter chill. "Why did I think this was a good idea?"

"Because it’s Norway, and we’re going to see the Northern Lights," Pansy answered with a 'that's so obvious' tone, bundling herself up in a fur-lined coat that looked like it cost more than your entire wardrobe.

You shot her a look. “I don’t care if we’re going to see dragons dancing in the sky. It’s fucking freezing.”

Pansy only rolled her eyes, linking arms with Lorenzo as they trudged ahead through the snow-covered streets. The rest of your group followed suit- Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, and, of course, Theodore- who was surprisingly unfazed by the weather, despite the hideous green scarf he insisted on wearing.

By the time you arrived at the lodge where you were all staying, your fingers were numb and your patience thin. The lodge was quaint, wooden, and cosily tucked away at the edge of the forest, the surrounding snow-capped trees giving it a 'hallmark christmas' charm.

You all shuffled into the common room, where the housekeeper with a rather large bushy moustache greeted you with thick blankets and far too much enthusiasm for someone who lived in such a cold climate. Everyone split off to their rooms, getting settled before heading out for the evening’s stargazing expedition - one you had organised amongst yourselves. You were sharing a room with Pansy, while Theodore was bunking with Blaise.

Once you'd unpacked, you met the group downstairs again. The fire crackled in the hearth as the others talked about what to do before heading out for the night.

Theodore appeared by your side, leaning casually against the arm of the sofa you were sitting on. "So," he started, that familiar grin tugging at his lips, "what do you want to do?"

You frowned at him in confusion. "Why are you asking me?"

"Because I want to do whatever you want to do," he replied simply, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "I don't care. I'll just go along with whatever everyone else is doing."

But Theodore wasn’t having it. "You always say that. C’mon, humor me."

Before you could argue, Mattheo walked past and clapped Theodore on the shoulder. "Come on, Nott, stop making her overthink. Let’s go grab some snacks and freeze our asses off while we wait for the lights," he said, and with that, the group started bundling up again, ready to head out into the freezing night.

--

The sky above was almost too perfect - as though it had been plucked straight from a postcard. It almost compensated for the bone numbing chill, the sight of string-light lit stalls far too pretty to make you feel grumpy.

For a while, though.

You trudged along beside Theodore, bundled in so many layers that it felt like your entire body had been wrapped in blankets. The long puffer jacket you wore reached nearly to your knees, and your scarf-wrapped around your neck at least three times-barely left room for your face to peek through. You couldn't help but grumble to yourself, tugging at the edge of your gloves to make sure no skin was exposed to the biting cold.

Theodore, of course, noticed immediately.

"Merlin's beard, you're waddling," he teased. "If you added another layer, you might not be able to walk at all."

You shot him a glare from under your knitted hat. "I'd rather waddle than freeze to death."

He chuckled, eyes flicking over your bundled-up form with an almost too-pleased look on his face. "I don’t know, it’s kind of cute. You look like a disgruntled penguin."

You snorted, half-annoyed, half-amused. "Glad you're entertained."

"Come on," he coaxed, nudging your arm lightly, "I bet under all those layers, you're secretly enjoying this. You’re just too stubborn to admit it."

"Enjoying this?" you asked incredulously, gesturing to the freezing air and the snow-covered ground beneath your feet. "I’m wearing half my wardrobe just to avoid becoming an icicle."

Theodore shrugged, his easy grin never faltering. "Still cute, though."

"You're insufferable, Nott," you muttered, scowling as you slap his arm.

He grinned wider, clearly pleased with himself for pulling that almost-smile out of you.

"Oi! We're gonna go see if we can get some hot chocolate and blankets before we set up for the evening, You guys just guard our spot before someone else grabs it." Blaise yells from a short distance, and Theodore nods as you groan. You wanted to be in the cosy warm lodge - not out here on an isolated ledge in the middle of god-knows where whist your friend traipse around the quaint markets.

You look up, momentarily stunned as the half sarcastic curses that were about to escape your mouth dry out on your tongue. Ripples of greens and blue entwine, seamlessly dancing through the dark that otherwise shrouded the night-sky. It wasn't magic, only charged particles from the sun colliding with gases in Earth's atmosphere, causing them to emit light in vibrant colors, typically seen near the polar regions (courtesy of muggle book you had read on the journey here) but it was nonetheless enchanting.

Surprisingly, your voice broke the silence. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Theodore nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Yeah… it really is.”

There was a brief silence, and when you glanced over, you found Theodore watching you instead of the sky, his expression soft.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, still smiling. “Nothing. Just trying to figure out how to make you smile.”

You huffed, turning your gaze back to the sky. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because I like seeing it,” he said simply, his voice so sincere it made your stomach flip.

You didn’t respond, the weight of his words lingering in the cold air between you. After a moment, he sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “I’ll have to try harder, then.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your tone was more fond than irritated now.

He chuckled, his laugh low and warm. “And you’re stubborn.”

You turned to chastise him, ready with another quip, but the words faltered when you looked up at him. The moonlight caught his features- soft shadows dancing across his sharp jawline, his eyes gleaming with that look that you had seen far too often these past few weeks. His scarf, that hideous green thing, was crooked as always, the ends flapping slightly in the breeze.

Your hands moved instinctively, reaching up to fix it. "This scarf..." you started, your voice trailing off as you focused on straightening it.

Theodore’s gaze never faltered as he watched you, his eyes tracing every detail of your face as if committing it to memory. "You know, I’m not sure if you actually hate the scarf or if it’s just an excuse to keep touching me."

You scowled, though the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you mumbled, but even you could hear the wavering in your voice.

His smile widened, but he didn’t say anything more, just stood there.

Before you knew what you were doing, you tugged him closer by the scarf, pulling him toward you. "This hideous scarf of yours," you muttered under your breath, using it as a flimsy excuse to hide the fact that you were really just closing the gap between you.

Theodore’s eyes flickered down to your lips, his breath fogging in the cold air between you. And then, without another word, you closed the distance.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like both of you were testing the waters. But the second his lips moved against yours, something inside you shifted. It was slow, unhurried, his hands gently cradling your face as if he had all the time in the world. The cold air disappeared entirely, replaced by the warmth of his touch, his closeness, and the feeling of him - consuming you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, Theodore’s eyes were still on you, that stupid smile of his making your knees weak.

"You didn’t even fix the scarf," he whispered, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath, but you couldn’t fight the grin that broke through. "Shut up."

But Theodore only laughed, leaning in again to steal another kiss.

Your gloved hands came up, fisting the thick wool of his jacket as you-

“Finally!” Pansy’s dry tone rang out, followed by the sound of scattered applause.

You and Theodore broke apart, startled, only to find the rest of your group approaching, grinning like idiots.

“What the-?” you began, but Blaise interrupted, holding up a handful of galleons.

“We made a bet on how long it’d take for you two to finally snog," he said with a grin, pocketing the winnings. "I was getting worried."

Your face burned, and your grumpy demeanor returned in full force as you glared at them all. "I hate every single one of you."

But before you could storm off, Theodore just chuckled, pulling you into his side with a warmth that made it hard to stay annoyed. "Don’t worry," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, "they’re just jealous."

Grumbling under your breath, you leaned into him as the group settled down.

Perhaps it wasn't all too bad.

[shewritesforpoc]

f a d e d f u c k|| mdni!

black!stonergf!reader x inexperiencedbf!yeonjun

warnings : s m u t , smoking, mentions of being high, high sex, p i v , unprotected sex , use of weed, use of petnames, mentions of food, lazyish sex, female bodied reader, switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, semi-public sex (youre in the backyard)

synopsis : you give yeonjun his first blunt . his reaction isn’t what you expected for his first time.

a/n: yo, im kaisan. im a black female and i dont see too many people on here um, writing for poc. so here i am! enjoyy! story below the cut ;)

its currently 12 am. you had gotten the urge to smoke. for some reason, weed at midnight hits everytime. usually you would do it in the afternoon but youve just been feeling the vibes later at night. yeonjun knows you smoke. thats how he met you, he saw you on the corner of the street lighting one up. he thought you looked bad as hell, so he asked for your number and you guys clicked ever since. now, hes been curious. the smell, and the way you would walk into the home so chill and relaxed, eyes as red as a stop sign, he wanted to experience it for himself.

you didnt pressure him into trying it. “hey, whenever you wanna try it let me know.” those words of yours circling in his mind. he wanted to see first hand how it would feel if you let him hit it.

you always step outside, the smell of weed can be overwhelming for people who havent smoked it before. you took your wraps, put the weed in your grinder, ground it up, sprinkle some in the wrap and licked it to seal it. you lit up the blunt and began to ride the wave. you leaned back on the chair and put the blunt to your lips, before you could take a hit, yeonjun came out. you looked at him and smiled.

“you ready to ride the wave or you just wanna be out here with me?” you asked him. the weed already taking over your body. your voice became soft and low. your eyes becoming low, no matter how many times youve done it, it always feels good. “i wanna try.” he said at first, his voice low and so soft you could barely hear him. “say again?” you prompted him to repeat himself. “i wanna try it.” he said again but more bold this time. “youre ready to come to the dark side?” you giggled and looked at him. he giggled lightly too, mostly embarrassed but also it was funny.

he nodded and you sat up in your chair. “alright, since its me and you, theres a rule.” you said. he looked at you eagerly. “we gon puff puff and pass. that means hit it twice and pass it back. we do that until it’s gone. or until you dont wanna smoke no more.” you told him. he nodded his head quickly understanding the rule. you passed him the blunt and he halted for a second. “just inhale, suck in a quick breath, and exhale.” you told him. as he sucked in a breath, the smoke tickled his throat causing him to cough. you laughed because it reminded you of your first time. “you good?” you asked while laughing. he was still coughing but still managed to say he was fine.

“you still wanna hit or you wanna stop?” you asked to make sure he was okay. “can i keep smoking it?” he asked. you nodded as you handed him the blunt back after taking a hit. he hit it twice and handed it back. it kept going until it was a roach and you put it out. you looked over to your side to see yeonjun already looking at you. his eyes were low, he had a smirk on his face. normally that was the look he gave when he was about to tear you up.

“i guess the high went somewhere else.” you said smiling and looking down at his print. he also looked down and looked back at you. “i guess it did, youre also so beautiful. your skin is beautiful as the night. the sun is hitting it perfectly.” he said. you knew he was serious but you couldnt help but laugh. he couldnt tell day from night. he was truly high.

“i take that you enjoy riding the wave?” you asked as you got closer to him. “i enjoy you riding me.” you got shy instantly at his sudden boldness. hes normally shy when it comes to sex or compliments. “come on pretty girl. your thick thighs are calling my name. theyre saying they wanna be wrapped around my waist while im deep in that shit.” he said in a raspy tone. all of this is a shock to you. hes normally shy, but these words are taking you aback. its making you slip more into a submissive role.

“whats wrong baby?” he asked in a teasing tone. he knows that his words are making you wet. he just wants to hear you say you want him. “nothing puppy.” you say. puppy is the word you use when hes in subspace. but it seems now that your words go in one ear and out the other. he only smiles at you. “thats cute princess. now come over here and help me out. its so hard it hurts.” he said as he smirked and lifted his hips slightly towards you. you looked at him, the urge to disobey was naturally in you. but you decided not to act on it.

you walk and sit between his legs. you look at him as you pull his pants down. hes only looking with dazed eyes. their dark with lust. you can see the high rushing through his body. it was turning you on by the second. you pull his dick out and start off slow. teasingly slow. he only smirks at you as he put his hand on your puffy hair. normally you dont let him pull on it because you dont like when people touch your 4a kinky hair. but you let it slide this time since he isnt fully aware of what he’s doing. he pushes his hips up so his dick is touching your lips. you don’t hesitate to open and deepthroat it. he hisses and his hips start to falter. he lowered his hips back on the ground and let you take control.

youre going from his tip, to his length, to cupping his balls in your hand. its making him go crazy. “fuck girl, i love it when you do it like th…that. makes me wan..na cum.” he manages to say. his head his already clouded from the weed high, the head hes getting from makes him short circuit. the weed made him more sensitive so it wasnt long before he stiffed him hips and his cum shot down your throat. “oh..ah my god princess… ah..ah…ugh~” he moaned as he kept fucking himself in your throat. soon he pulled your head away from being to sensitive.

you sat back and smiled. his dick didnt go soft either. you were already soaking due to the sounds and how sexy hes been acting since he was high. you stood up, his eyes on your every move. as you were taking off your clothes, his eyes were locked on the thick thighs in front of him. he leaned forward and kissed them. so soft and sweet. those beautiful lips of his were definitely driving you up the wall. you finished undressing and slowly lowered yourself on him. even though youve done this countless of times, his length always makes it feel like the first time.

your eyes closed as you sat fully on him. sitting still so you could get used to it. he saw your sitting still as you teasing him. so he decided to lift his hips up, filling you up way more than you already are. you took a sharp inhale as he began to slowly rock his hips upward. he was looking at you with that same sexy smirk. you started to look down, but yeonjun brought his hand up to make you look at him. “look at me when im fucking you baby.” he said as he kept pushing his hips into you. “i…..m ah~” you moaned but the way he was fucking you, you couldnt finish your sentence. “youre….what baby? hm?…ah..nng about to cum? hm~” he was mocking you.

you wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face but he was right. the way he was hitting that spot in you was driving you crazy. “oh my…god baby im gonna cum!~” you moaned out suddenly. that was all he needed to hear before he grabbed your waist with one hand and pushed himself even deeper in you. you couldnt even say anything before you came hard on his dick. it was only until after the rush where you were breathing hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “i..i cant anymore….please~” you said. you didnt even know what you were asking for. you didnt want him to stop but you didnt want him to keep going. “aw, dont worry princess…just a little bit longer.” he said.

you could tell he was already close. the way his hips kept stuttering. the way he kept throwing his head back. the way moans kept falling from his lips. so you took one of his nipples and tweaked it a bit. that always sends him over the edge. this time was no different. “baby~ babygi-ah~” he moaned as he stilled his hips in you. you felt his cum inside you, his hips shaking and falling as his cum was painting your insides. he shuddered one last time before pulling out and his dick slowly starting to soften.

maybe you should hand him the blunt more often!

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[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Part 2

Sixteen grand, only half my go bags, and about three blocks of Mafia Land on fire.

That was my fucking legacy now. I was the crazy fuck that DICK PUNCHED the Dread God of hitmen everywhere. The nightmare that lesser men fear. The blood soaked luxury few can afford! Oh god. I just punch the greatest hitman on THE PLANET in the DICK.

IN PUBLIC.

CURSE YOU LIGHTNING BRAIN!

I can't believe I fucking FORGOT that panic and impossibly fast reaction times were a BAD IDEA. God DAMN it! No wonder everyone thinks Lightnings are morons! That was the DUMBEST SHIT I'VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE! Oh god. Oh god! I'm gonna die so slow. He's gonna drag it out! What do I DO!?

He didn't even collapse! Just hissed in through his teeth and TANKED it!

Thank god for Tazer training.

But also like!? Ha ha!!! OH GOD IM SO DEAD. I just pissed off EVERYBODY, didn't I? I can never come back! I had to have hit like... fifteen DIFFERENT SETS back there! And Colonello will be out for my BLOOD. Fuck, I wanna LIVE!

Boats. I gotta steal one of the boats!

And thank god? I DO. The island is in chaos, thanks to the fires. I dump the boats number of trackers overboard. Sure, I have to take a knife to a few fancy ass walls. But it's WORTH it.

I got a fancy ass little yacht! Perfect. It's fast, it's liveable, I can DISAPPEAR out to sea. He'll NEVER fi-!

Click.

Cool metal smoothly, cruely, presses againt the back of my head to crush my hope, just as it begins to form. The cologne is unmistakable. I can not tell you, how in God's name I missed it. The barrel of a gun pressed close, like a lover's hand, in unspoken threat.

"Bella~" purrs an amused voice from behind me. It sound like a threat. "Quite the trouble maker, aren't you? Such... CHAOS~♡ But, really? Did you HONESTLY think you could run? We're not done yet."

.....m...maybe I could swim.

I break out into a cold sweat, too aware yet completely frozen. The stairs to the deck are too far away. Fuck. I... I could MAYBE make it? Or.. or punch out a wall? Right into the water? I try to keep my breathing even. It doesn't work. I know, because Death made a man? Who stands behind me? Hums in amusement. His gun pressing tighter against my skin.

"I wouldn't, bella fulminea. I am nothing if not a gentleman, but if you keep fighting me? Well... it is a long boat ride. I'll have to find SOME way to immobilize you long enough for us to have a little chat. And an excuse to have my Flames inside you? You'd be surprised the damage one can do without lasting effects, when they know HOW too."

"And make no mistake. I DO know how to hurt you."

"So let's behave ourselves, hmm? Have a seat."

I... I had a seat. Very comfy. Didn't feel like crying in the SLIGHTEST ha ha, WHAAAT? Don't be silly! This is FINE! We're all friends here! R..Right?

The slow grin I got was NOT reassuring.

He stood there, above me, gun casually pointed at my head, as he examined me. Taking his time. As though decadently savoring the moment. Enjoying my tensed muscles. The way my Flames crackled and arced across my skin. My eyes dilated in fear. The resonance that filled the cabin.

His eyes weren't dark anymore. And that... God, that was the worst part. They had lit up. I'd HEARD about the phenomenon, but never thought I ever actually SEE it. 'Cause who could actually be that batshit powerful? What realistic person would ever be so fucking STRONG?

It was like looking into molten gold. Liquid Sun Flames. I could almost SEE the flicker and burn. I could DEFINITELY feel the Flames filling the room. It was like being crammed in a box with a tiger that barely fit to begin with. Shoved RIGHT up against its face. All I could do was hope it was friendly. Preferably ignored me.

But he wasn't.

No, he wanted to TALK.

Had finally, thankfully, put the gun away. Stepped closer to grab my face and tilt it up. Angle it this way and that. Memorizing my features. Shit. My thoughts must have been obvious on my face, because his smirk widened. His grip got tighter.

"Do you know, little lightning, how long I've waited? How many DECADES I've made do? I don't care if you're not a Sky. You could be another sun as far as I'm concerned. It is the fact that your Flames SING to mine. Crave a place with mine. THAT is why you will never escape me."

I didn't even know if I WANTED a Set. Yeah, it sounded cool. The companionship, the understanding and stuff. Like... like soulmates. Literal platonic but could be not if you wanted Soulmates. Yours forever. Best friends and balm to all wounds. But? But! If THIS was what was in store for me?!

Ha ha, NOPE!

I may not have be interested in being some meat shield for some entitled, cloying, grabby-flamed Sky BRAT, but that didn't mean I wanted a living DREAD GOD! R... RIGHT?! I just wanted, you know, substance! Mutual understanding and a mature outlook on life. Competence. Maybe some one... who thinks... I'm...funny...

Ooooooh no.

Oh no no NO!

"REBORN! Did you KIDNAP a random thief?!"

Thuds up on the deck. A roaring voice sounding vaguely hysterical. A god like Cloud kicking the door to the lower levels clear off it's hinges. Vongola. Oh thank MERCIFUL FUCK. I risk a glance across the table. His face has frozen in it's pleasantly smiling mask. Pissed at being interrupted. Again.

His eyes say "don't you do it. Don't even DARE.

My eyes shoot from him to the Cloud slowly walking down the steps. Followed by the rest of the Tenth generation of the Vongola Familgia. The clear exit they've left open behind them. Back to him. His gaze now promising to break both my legs.

.....he'll have to fucking catch me first.

I BOLT.

[megumiwifeyy]

Cigarettes in the alleyway.

Megumi x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Warnings : kinda fluff and angst? You see megumi in the alleyway, you and Megumi both smokes, Megumi is your Ex, megumi and you shares a cigarette 😀, you call megumi “Gumi” at the end and slight angst at the end??? If you see any grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes you did not see that🤫🤫

This is kinda based on Cigarettes Out The window (idk much smoking stuff so if this doesn’t make sense I’m sorry☹️)

Feel free to reblog and sent requests !!

It was late at night, you don’t even know why your here in a dark creepy alleyway.

You held your cigarette as you light it up, you take a drag.

You leaned on the wall in the alleyway,but suddenly a mysterious figure was walking up.

Your eyes glued on the figure that was walking up to you.

You look a bit closer and you instantly knew who it was.

Megumi. Your Ex.

You honestly didn’t know why you broke up with him back then, the relationship was perfectly fine and nothing was wrong.

“Y/n” Megumi spoke.

You take out the cigarette that was in your mouth and held it as you spoke, “Megumi” you called his name back.

Megumi slightly chuckled as he walked up to you, leaning on the wall next to you.

His eyes glued on you.

“I thought you said you would quit smoking?” He questioned.

You took a drag from your cigarette again as you spoke.

“Some stuff happened, so I just kinda got back to it” you responded as you chuckled slightly

“Can I have a drag?” He spoke.

You were honestly surprised when he asked you that, Megumi was always against smoking especially during your relationship with him,he always gave you lectures about why not to smoke and is bad for your health but you never listened.

Your expression looking kind of shocked as you chuckled and spoke.

“I thought you were always against smoking Megumi?”

“I know..I just wanna try it..” Megumi responded, looking away.

You slightly smiled as you passed him the cigarette.

He held the cigarette as he take a drag like a professional that was well experienced in smoking.

“You sure is your first time smoking?” You questioned.

Megumi took the cigarette out of his and sighed.

“No”

“What happened to being against smoking?” You chuckled slightly looking at the boy.

Megumi looked away as he spoke “I just started smoking after we broke up.”

You were kinda shocked at his response,well not really at the same time, you never knew Megumi would start smoking after you two broke up.

You took your phone out to check the time ,it was already 12AM.

You put down your phone as you sighed, looking at him.

“Is pretty late Gumi, I should be going now.” You spoke.

You just realized you called him by his nickname when you two were in a relationship. Silly you, huh?

Megumi gave you a soft look as he spoke.

“Bye Y/n.” Megumi spoke softly as you two said your goodbyes.

You smiled at him, giving him one final look as you walked into the shadows of the alleyway, disappearing from his eyesight.

As your figure was completely gone from his eyesight, he looked at the cigarette he was holding. It was reaching to its end.

Megumi took one final drag from the cigarette and stubbed it on the wall, letting it go.

Megumi looked down as he muttered to himself.

“I wish you knew how much I missed you.”

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IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD😔

[sweaterrat]

PORTALS ✦ Chapter 1

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“Apple Juice” — Madilyn Mei

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Niyah’s body rocked with the sway of the rickety bus. In an attempt to get her mind off of what she was doing, she stared out the window to her left and admired the handful of stars in the sky. While clutching her little bookbag, she tried to ignore the shaking of her sweaty hands, the bobbing of her leg that seemed to have a mind of its own, and the pit of anxiety– a dark, sticky feeling that festered in her chest— spreading quickly all over her body. Despite all the worry, Niyah tried to shake it off. This would be fine. Everything would be fine.

Who was she kidding? This was the stupidest idea in history. She would be grounded for months, no, years for this.

‘It’s only for a day,’ She thought, trying to reassure herself (which didn’t help at all). Sighing quietly, Niyah let her chin rest in the palm of her hand as she stared out at the sky that seemed to be lit up more by street lights than stars.

Niyah thought about the events that led to where she was now. Much to her surprise, she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, she felt alive. More alive than she had felt in the past week, the past month, the past year.

Hell yeah, she was terrified of the consequences that were sure to bite her in the ass after all this, but she felt so… relieved at the thought of freedom. Even if it was only for a day. Maybe she was a bad kid and maybe her parents didn’t deserve this, but she couldn’t care any less.

Niyah was free tonight. Even if that meant she’d be trapped tomorrow.

She just couldn’t stand staying in that awful place she called “home” anymore with those awful people she called her “parents”. Home never felt like home to her. It was just a house, a house that she always dreaded walking back to after school.

So, she left.

The idea of her being a runaway put a smile on Niyah’s face, oddly enough. Normal people wouldn’t approve of such a title over their heads, but then again, Niyah was not normal people.

As the bus slowed to a stop, Niyah gave the driver a halfhearted thank you and stepped off the ride. She looked around at the vaguely familiar place she was in. Clutching the straps of her bookbag, she slowly treaded the ghost town. While wearily walking down the sidewalk, Niyah nearly jumped out of her skin at the buzzing of her phone.

Her heart sank. Was it her mom? She swallowed a lump in her throat as she slowly pulled it out of her pocket and read the contact.

One unread message from Comet💫

Niyah let out a soft sigh of relief. It was just Kat (Comet was just a nickname she came up with and it kind of stuck). Quickly, Niyah checked her surroundings before reading the text.

‘r u here yet?’

Niyah blinked and texted back, ‘Yeah I’m omw now!’ She paused for a moment, then typed again. ‘You sure you wanna do this?’

Her phone instantly pinged again. ‘i want to!! But idkkkk i feel so eueue.’

Niyah wasn’t quite sure what ‘eueue’ was supposed to feel like, but she tried to sympathize nonetheless. ‘Do you wanna go back home? I’ll walk you back <:]’

‘no no, im gonna suck it up. i swear i’ll have fun!’

Niyah’s lips turned down slightly in a frown, but she replied anyway.

‘If you’re sure :[’

She then turned off her phone and continued down the crooked sidewalk, feeling a bit paranoid about how dark it was at night. There were barely any street lights here.

Eventually, Niyah was beginning to arrive at her destination. She spotted the familiar silhouette of her good friend Kat in the distance. Breathing a sigh of relief from finally not being alone, Niyah called out to the other.

“Kat!”

Kat in turn looked up and smiled widely.

“Niyah!” They called, walking towards her, then they started sprinting.

“Ohhh boy.” Niyah chuckled nervously and braced for impact. Kat practically flew at her, jumping into her arms, (Niyah attempted to catch them, but her little bones could only hold so much weight) and they both went tumbling into the concrete pavement (not escaping without a few scratches).

Pained laughter echoed through the empty streets. “Why do you do that every time?” Niyah complained, trying to push Kat off her now.

“You took forever!” Kat shouted before getting up on their own. They extended a hand out to the other. “Now, c’mon. I found something cool!” They flexed their fingers as a way of saying, ‘Hurry up.’

Niyah rolled her eyes, “What happened to ‘Hi, Niyah. How are you?’” She took Kat’s hand in her own.

“‘Hi, Niyah. How are you?’ Now get your ass up and come on!” Kat replies with a grin on their face. They hauled Niyah up, nearly sending them flying again. It's funny how Kat, who was iffy about this whole plan, seems more excited than Niyah.

“Alright, alright. Where are we headed?” Niyah dusted herself off, glancing around again. Suddenly, she was pulled by Kat in a random direction.

“Through the underbrush! I know a shortcut.” They claimed, strutting towards a dirt path through some bushes. Niyah winced at all the dirt and possible bugs, but went along anyway.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Niyah mentioned, stepping over a shrub and nearly yelping aloud when she saw a rather large spider web on a tree.

Kat groaned and rolled their eyes. “Do you trust me?” They asked, turning towards Niyah and raising an eyebrow.

“Unfortunately,” Niyah mumbled and shot them a sarcastic smile. The other glared right back before they both erupted into giggles.

Niyah then piped up, “Did you ever finish that Rise marathon you started?” Kat only hummed and shrugged in response. “I just started watching the movie. I’ll finish it later though.”

“Honestly,” Niyah started, “I only watched the Donnie centric episodes and skipped to the movie.” Kat only laughed in response.

“Why am I not surprised?”

After a few steps more of walking, Kat smiled excitedly. “We’re here~!” They sang, pushing back a bush to reveal…

“A… convenience store?”

Niyah’s head tilted to the side as the building came into view. It was just some old, run-down looking little shop that kinda gave her all the wrong vibes.

“Not a convenience store, It’s kinda like those stores at gas stations. Or Clair’s. I passed it while heading to you and it has Hello Kitty stuff! Let’s check it out!”

Niyah examined the rusty exterior of the store, grimacing at the cracks on the walls and the moss growing on them. “I dunno, Kat. This place looks… not great.”

Kat huffed defiantly, “You already forced me to accompany you as you ran away from home. It’s only fair we do something I wanna do first, right?” They rested a hand on their hip dramatically.

“I gave you multiple chances to back out, but sure; fair enough.” Niyah shrugged and followed the other into the decrepit-looking shop.

The first thing she noticed when she entered was how much bigger it looked on the inside. It wasn’t huge, it was just bigger than she thought. It honestly wasn’t as bad as it looked, but Niyah was still on edge. She skimmed around the store, looking down the tiny aisle (and noticing that there was in fact Hello Kitty stuff).

“Welcome, welcome,” rasped an elderly voice. Niyah practically jumped out of her skin and whipped around to see what seemed to be a store employee.

The woman was… well, old. But she has this casual aura to her. Her grayed hair was done nicely in a bun and she had rectangular glasses. She wore a cream colored blouse, and on it was a brooch or pin of some kind.

“…Hello,” Niyah spoke cautiously, feeling awkward for flinching.

The lady smiled, the concerns of her eyes crinkling. She seemed to study Niyah. “You look like you’re a bit far from home, hm?” She responded, folding her hands together while maintaining eye contact.

Niyah glanced around frantically for Kat (who was indulging themself in all the Sanrio merch they desired). She swallowed a lump in her throat.

“I guess you could say that,” she mumbled, wishing desperately that she could exit this conversation. The old woman seemed to sense her discomfort and she offered up a comforting smile.

“Well, look around and see what you might like.” And she propped herself up and left to the back. Niyah let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and basically sprinted to where Kat vanished.

She turned the corner and saw her friend examining a little keychain. Kat blinked and looked up at the other.

“Oh hey! Where’d you go?”

“You left me! That lady up front gives me the creeps, dude,” she whined, pulling at Kat’s wrist. “When can we leave?”

“As soon as I finish shopping,” they answered. “Now shoo, I’m tryna figure out which one I should get.”

Niyah let out a strangled groan as she dragged herself away, leaving Kat with their stupid keychains. She walked back to the front of the store, glancing at where the old woman was. Thankfully, she was nowhere to be seen.

Niyah let out a quiet sigh of relief before turning to look ahead. She peeped into one of the isles to check out what was there. Niyah was met with crystal necklaces— the ones that were cut in some kind of hexagonal shape.

“Oooh!” Niyah piped up, going into the aisle to get a closer look. Her eyes landed on a purple crystal that resembled amethyst.

A small smile made its way onto the girl’s face. As she held the necklace, her expression softened. It seemed like everything reminded her of him. Her stupid fictional turtle crush. It was… embarrassing to say out loud sometimes, but she couldn’t care less more often than not. She liked a fictional guy, so what?

“Find anything you like, dear?” The woman suddenly appeared beside Niyah, her eyes squinted slightly as she smiled. Niyah let out a small shriek, then instantly covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Did I startle you?” she questioned, but Niyah quickly shook her head.

“N-No! You just, uh, I’m just a bit jumpy tonight, I guess.” She laughed a bit awkwardly, gripping the ends of her hair (a nervous stim of hers). She avoided eye contact like the plague.

The woman gazed sympathetically at the younger one. “Is something the matter?” She asked.

Niyah fumbled with her hands. “It's been a long day,” she sighed, glancing back to where Kat was. “Sorry I freaked out on you.” She rubbed the back of her neck.

“That’s quite alright, dear,” The elder spoke with a knowing smile. She moved her gaze to the shelf in front of them.

“Interested in these, dear?” She chuckled, eyes shining. “My daughter used to love this stuff.” The woman picked a necklace with a stone that resembled amethyst and handed it to Niyah.

“Purple suits you,” she smiled.

Niyah felt herself relax a bit, subconsciously smiling. “Thank you, miss…?” she trailed off.

“Miss Chiyo.” The other— Miss Chiyo— replied with a smile. Niyah reciprocated the gesture with a smile of her own.

“Thank you, Miss Chiyo. I, uh, I’m Niyah by the way,” She stated a bit awkwardly. Niyah felt a bit bad for judging Miss Chiyo. This lady seemed pretty nice.

Miss Chiyo began walking back towards the front and Niyah was inclined to follow. In fact, part of her felt like Miss Chiyo expected her to. It was almost as if any nerves or distrust she may have felt about the odd lady melted away as she followed, though of course her anxiety was still there, just slightly less apparent. She felt safe. Well, as safe as one can feel in a run-down retail store, this late at night.

Miss Chiyo went behind the front desk while Niyah stood there idly, taking a better look at her surroundings. “So, Miss Niyah, what made you run away from home, hm?” Miss Chiyo suddenly asked, that same knowing smirk on her face.

Niyah’s eyes grew a bit wide in alarm. “How did you know I—“ But she was cut off by a wave of the other’s hand. “I was a teenager too, always wanting to run off. So, what’s your reason for leaving home?”

Niyah hesitated for a moment, then sighed. She figured she had nothing to lose. What was Miss Chiyo gonna do, tell her mom? “If I’m honest, I hate living with my mom. So many rules and restrictions, I just wanna be free y’know? Plus, it’s not like I’m leaving forever.”

Miss Chiyo nodded in understanding. “Well, wherever you’re going, get there safely, alright dear?” The other just smiled and nodded.

A slight glimmer caught Niyah’s eye. She blinked as her eyes landed on a beautiful, milky white crystal wrapped in a small brown rope. The rope came up into a necklace with a golden hook at the end of it. It was just laying there on the back counter.

“Hey, what’s that over there?” Niyah asked, tilting her head while leaning on the counter. She gestured to the lazily luminescent stone behind the other.

Miss Chiyo turned to the large crystal necklace. With a slow inhale, she replied, “Oh, that old thing?” She went over to retrieve it. “It was a… family heirloom of sorts.”

Niyah simply ginned. “Cool! What kind of crystal is it? Quartz?”

Miss Chiyo just laughed, “No, not quartz. This crystal is one of a kind. Well, one of its kind. I used to have its little twin— a black crystal just like that one. But, I lost it.” Her expression fell into a sad smile.

Niyah offered the older woman a sympathetic smile. “Who knows, maybe it’ll turn up. If I see anything like it, I’ll get it to ya.”

That seemed to cheer Miss Chiyo up a bit. She let out that sweet little laugh of hers. “You remind me so much of my little Emiko.” She turned back to retrieve the crystal. “Always trying to help someone.” She cupped the stone in her hands.

With a smile, Miss Chiyo extended her hands out to Niyah. “Here,” she said, holding out the crystal to the other. “I think you could take better care of it than me.”

Niyah sputtered wildly. “Wh— me?! Wait, isn’t— isn’t this your family heirloom thing? I can’t just take it!” She yelped, waving her hands around. Miss Chiyo only smiled and took Niyah’s hands in her own.

“I think I can trust you,” she replied simply. Niyah wordlessly blinked and looked down at the jewel now in her hands. The elder only chuckled, “I’m far too old to keep looking after it anyway, haha!”

The crystal in Niyah’s hand felt… electric in a way. It was a feeling that she couldn’t quite place. It was like the shard was buzzing with energy.

“Take it,” Miss Chiyo whispered with a small smile. “On the house.”

Niyah was still in disbelief. “I… thank you,” she smiled. “Y’know, Miss Chiyo, you really made my day— er, night.” The girl chuckled as she threw on the necklace. It was heavier than it looked, that's for sure.

Miss Chiyo chuckled in response. “It’s nice to come across some kind souls these days,” she sighed. “Now, It’s quite late out. Shouldn’t you two get going?”

Niyah nodded, “Yeah, we’ll be on our way.” She then turned to call out to her friend behind her. “Yo, Kat! You almost done over there?”

Kat did nothing but send a silent thumbs up as a response. They stared thoughtfully at what bag of chips to buy before they seized some jalapeño chips and skedaddled over to the front counter.

“Just these, please!” they sang and placed a bag of chips, a drink, and 3 Sanrio keychains on the desk. “How much do I owe you?”

The older woman only smiled and replied, “Just take it, honey. Make sure you both get home safe eventually.” Miss Chiyo then put the items in a plastic bag and then pushed them back across the counter.

“Oh wait— for real?” Kat stared in surprise but then shrugged. “Thank you!” They look at Niyah, signaling that they’re finally ready to go. Niyah turned back to the elder behind the desk.

“Well, we’ll be on our way,” she sighed, offering a kind smile to the other. “It was really nice meeting you, Miss Chiyo.”

Miss Chiyo said nothing but smiled and waved the pair goodbye as they exited the store.

Niyah glanced at the stone again, holding it and feeling the same static spark between her fingers. A wave of nausea washed over her. She blinked drowsily in an attempt to fight the sudden tiredness.

She looked back at Kat, “Hey, Comet, you think we can still make it to the beach on time…?” Niyah trailed off as she saw Kat turned around, staring at the store behind them. They looked almost puzzled.

“What’s up?” Niyah asked, but Kat only shook their head and walked back to Niyah’s side. The other narrowed her eyes… but then shrugged.

The two made their way to their next location, chatting about their plans for the summer.

“I seriously hope Rise gets a season three. Do you think that Netflix might pick it up?” Niyah asked, sipping on a Capri-sun she snagged from her backpack (strawberry kiwi, because that’s the best flavor).

Kat (who was sipping on a Pacific cooler) replied with a shrug, “Man, I hope so.”

Niyah kicked a loose pebble on the sidewalk, nearly tripping while doing so. She had a slight sway in her step which caught the attention of her friend. “You okay?” Kat asked, placing a comforting hand on Niyah’s back.

Niyah nodded, “Yeah, just tired. I’ve been feeling all funky ever since we left the store.” A funny idea popped into her head. Ha, what if that crystal was magical or something? Niyah internally laughed at the idea. Hopefully, she didn’t jinx herself.

Niyah continued to stumble over her own feet despite her reassurances that she was fine. “Do you just— wanna go home?” Kat asked as they held her up, attempting to help her walk.

Niyah would’ve answered but a deafening, high-pitched ringing echoed in Niyah’s ears. She felt like the life was being drained out of her. She was fine a minute ago— what happened?

Niyah’s eyes landed on the white crystal around her neck. It almost seemed to give off a soft glow. She wouldn’t have questioned it (maybe it was the trick of the light?) but then the soft glow turned harsh, making her squint at the brightness.

“What in the…” Niyah whispered to herself (not that she could hear herself over the loud ringing in her ears). As the crystal glowed brighter, it started to levitate. She blinked rapidly, thinking she had finally lost all her marbles.

“Am I tripping or is that thing—” Niyah turned to her friend who looked just as horrified. Kat took two steps away from Niyah, causing her to stumble a bit.

The crystal had floated high enough to hover a few inches away from her face. Welp, she jinxed it.

Niyah heard voices in her head. Voices that weren’t her own. Whispers, cries, pleads. She tilted her head inquisitively, and out of pure curiosity, lifted her hand up to touch the stone.

As soon as her fingertips came into contact with it, the electric feeling returned. For a second, it almost felt nice— new. But it quickly became overwhelming. Niyah yelped out in pain.

Niyah couldn't see what was happening around her— just feeling all too many things at once. She felt despair that wasn’t hers. Worry, sorrow, panic, most of which didn’t belong to her. And in the midst of it, she felt a new feeling. A feeling of change. Things were changing.

In front of her, something flashed, then flickered, then sparked. A swirling circle of what seemed to be pure white lightning formed. Speckles of gold littered the neutralness of the white and in the center seemed to be the galaxy itself. The dark purples and blues contrasted beautifully against the white and gold.

A portal?

Common sense told her to turn away from it, to run as fast and as far as she possibly could, but… she couldn’t.

Something drew her to it, a force she couldn’t possibly understand. Niyah thought she could just vaguely hear the yells of her friend, the frantic pleas for her to stop and not get any closer, but the other voices were so much louder.

She took a step.

Then two.

Niyah kept approaching the gateway. Her head dipped to the side as her pain— and consciousness— slipped. Taking a swayed step, Niyah reached a hand out into it.

Everything around her was telling her to go.

Go.

And she did.

Niyah only remembered falling into the warm white. She had blacked out the second after.

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[myussytastelikeapple]

꧁Roommates꧂

Paring: college!Clapton!davis x college!Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: P in v sex, porn with no plot, needy reader, cream pie, kind of a sub!Clapton but he’s kind of a switch, no protection, cockwarming,slowburn, and fluffy!

A/N: Hi guys im still trying to catch up on your guys request I’m so sorry I’m also kind of sick sooooo yea! But enjoy!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You and Clapton have been roommates for a couple of months. He seems weird these past couple of days as he continues to lock himself in his room. One day, you lose your bonet, so you knock on Clapton door to ask him if he’s seen it. You hear slight moans and whimpers as his bed creaks. He responds to you in a shaky voice saying, “give me a second”. He quickly starts hiding the photo he had of you and opens the door. He’s been fantasizing about you but you had no idea. He was still hard as you spoke to him

“Have you seen my bonet?”

Swallowing thickly, trying to regain his composure, Clapton looks at you with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard “Oh, um, sure. Let me check my room”. He steps aside, allowing you to enter his room.

As your eyes wander around the room, they catch sight of a few suggestive photos on the bedside table. You can feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you pick up the bonet, which was hiding in plain sight on the table.

“O-ok that’s all I needed thank you I grin”

Gulping nervously, Clapton nods and closes the door behind you. He locks his door behind you, trying to hide his embarrassment as he collapses onto his bed, still breathing heavily.

You knock back on his door “are you ok I hear you breathing really heavy”

He gets up unlocking the door, afterwards sitting back on his bed Clearing his throat, Clapton shakes his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. He turns around on the bed so that he's facing away from the door Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised, I guess “what from?”

From... uh, never mind." He sighs heavily, trying to distract himself from the intense feelings he's been experiencing. "You know what, forget about it. Let's just forget this ever happened." You move to go sit next to him “Tell me” you say rubbing his back to calm him down

Taking a deep breath, Clapton lets out a long sigh before turning to face you "Look, I can't just hide how I feel from you forever. I thought maybe..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.* “ Maybe what?..”

His cheeks flush slightly as he glances down at the floor, then back up at you “Maybe... maybe we could try something different tonight? You know, like awakening those senses you mentioned earlier?” “Of course”

Clapton hesitates for a moment before shrugging lightly Well, if that's what you want... *He crawls over to you, his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. You stare at him looking down at his soft looking lips then looking back up at him

His eyes meet yours, filled with an unexpected mix of nervousness and desire Well, when you put it like that... He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he trails his fingers lightly down your arm. “kiss me already” you say airily

Feeling emboldened by your words, Clapton's lips find yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you deeply. His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he moans softly into the kiss.

Then you climb over him straddling him

Clapton 's heart races, The warmth of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in a flurry of desire “I want you so bad” you say Feeling the heat between them escalating, Clapton groans against your lips. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back as he presses his hips against yours in a silent plea for more. “Then take what you want...”

Your hands find the hem of his shirt pulling it off His chest heaves with anticipation as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Now it's your turn...”

You swiftly take off you shirt also with unclipping your bra, Breathing rapidly, Clapton watches as you remove your shirt, revealing your bare breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it gently as his free hand finds its way under your pants. “So fucking beautiful...” he mumbles

“Fuck Clapton I need more” you say Clapton growls against your skin, kissing and nipping his way down your neck as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other tracing teasing patterns on your stomach. More? He asks, his hands moving lower. I’ll give you more...*

“please..” With a groan, Clapton tears his lips from your skin and looks deep into your eyes. His fingers trace the line of your panties as he whispers. Please what, love? Please take off your panties, let me show you just how much I need you... Slowly, you remove every piece of your clothes off

Clapton gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the sight of you completely naked. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his hard cock standing tall against his stomach “Fuck your so big baby..” you say

A groan escapes him as you reach out to touch him, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His eyes roll back further, lost in the sensation. You're... you're killing me, baby... He pants, his hips bucking up into your touch.

Feeling your touch, Clapton gasps, his head rolling back. Fuck... fuck, I'm so close... give it to me, baby... He groans, his cock twitching in your hand. You then get down to your knees

You take a deep breath before taking him all in your mouth, Clapton's eyes fly open, shock and pleasure mixing in his expression. He gasps, hands finding your hair, gripping tightly. Oh fuck, baby... that's... so good... He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth

Feeling the edge approaching, Clapton grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck I’m fill my baby's mouth with my cum” With a loud groan, he releases, shooting his hot seed into your mouth, his cock throbbing in your throat. Slowly, Josh pulls out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed, his cock still hard

“Oh fuck, that's incredible..." He pants, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with lust. “You're amazing, baby. Thank you...” he says “you welcome baby but I need your cock inside of me” you say “Cmere babydoll” you get straddling him again, He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, groaning as he sinks inside of you. Clapton gasps, his hips starting to move, fucking into you with hard, demanding strokes. “Fuck... you fucking feel so good... I can't get enough of this”

���Faster I need it f-faster” His movements quicken, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks. “I'm gonna cum again, baby... are you ready for my seed?” He asks “Yes b-breed me!” Clapton's movements become even more rapid, his cock plunging into you with powerful strokes. He moans loudly, his hips bucking as he releases his second climax into you, filling you up with his hot seed. “Oh fuck, baby” he says, Feeling your body collapse onto his, Clapton groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Shit, that was intense... You're incredible, baby. “Can we go to sleep like this?” You ask

Clapton chuckles softly, his cheek pressing against your hair. His cock begins to soften inside of you. “Sure, we can sleep like this. Cuddle up to me and let's get some rest, okay? “Mhm” you say tiredly you both go to sleep together peacefully

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[raven-the-claw]

A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

[sunnychuuya]

GEISS WHAT TOME IT IS

Time to PROBABALY FUCKING PISS MYSELF OVER SALLY FACE CUZ I SUCK AT DEALING WITH HORROR

I have light tho so maybe I won't be as fucked over

I'm hi key so glad I'm making these posts cuz I don't remember what the fuck happened last night

-IM NOT A GIRL

-wrf is wrong with miss rosenberg girly pop get help that's dark

-mr Addison family is dead! Dude I don't fucking care he's suspicious as hell

Watch this turn into nothing hes prolly just a fucking dude idc tho hea sus

-Oh FUCK DID SHE JUST FUCKING DIE WHAY THE HELL

WHAT THE FYCK WAS THAT

What the FUCK FUCK

HUH ?!

-bro my bracelet is like a little tight and I had it pressed under my leg and it fucking imprinted sals name on my arm lmaoo

-MEGAN LORE?

-okay wait this might be a stretch- Megan has a cross necklace and ik Travis is like super christian(ive seen him with a cross necklacein fanart i dont think its on his canon sprite tho?); and ik Kenneth is the one who sh0t sal but what reason would he have to be involved here idk I just wanna get down all my thoughts even tho most aren't righg

-nvm rhe necklace is in the building apparently im dumb

-Wait actually sal hasn't started school yet has he? So he wouldn't know travis anyway

-idfk

-having the light on makes this game so much easier go play

-IM NOT DOING DRUGSS

-"I just want you to know ghat I understand what it's like to be afraid. To hide away from the world" rahehhehe sal ur 15 u shouldn't have to be offering advice to an adult I wanna be sals friend so bad it's unreasonable

-I d o n t. L I k e m r a d d I s o n

-PLEASE LARRY LOOKS SO GOOFY I LOVE HIM

-"Holy fuck knuckles" jnfjdjdjd

-oh pleasant so I'm assuming Megan's mom was a cheater

-is Megan's Dad the one who killed them ??

-yea okay I'm a fucking dumbass I just want to try to connect everything even if it doesn't work I'm low-key tempted to just delete that paragraph about the necklace but shh it's fine

-GUYS WTF IS THIS

YEAH SAL SHES DOIN GREAT

-oh a noose!

-VIDEO GAMES

-feel like this game is foreshadowing 4 sure

-like there's no way this is just here for some reason

-dam devourerers of God is sick name bro almost makes me hope this is foreshadowing

-j i m

-the way chapter 2 faded out like that is sus this is foreshadowing for sure

-GREG

-oh okay so this is just real fucking life then?

-well that makes me scared about the devorous of God thing especially cuz the circle things I keep seeing

-this is ominous bro

-this game is underestimating how much of a dumbass I am wtf is happening I'm walking in circles

-made it back to the circle rock

What.

Why did it restart

Gyys I'm too dumb for this

Circle rock again

Help I'm in the dark now had to turn off my lights what do I dooo I'm so bad at this

it restarted avajn fml

I sent out a post as a cry for help but I might just have to look up a tutorial

FUCK IT. I'm going to sleep.

Goodnighttt I made like nooo fucking progress despite playing for two hours

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[sunnylands-world]

Can I request shy!reader doing the dirty with draco and he notices that she keeps her moans quiet by using her hand or a pillow maybe so draco has to be rougher in order to hear her moan?

I'M SORRY IF ITS CONFUSING IM BAD AT EXPLAINING THINGS 😭

Cum for me, and scream while you do it

Pairing: draco Malfoy x fem reader

Summary: you're rather shy about the noises you make but your boyfriend won't have any of it…

Word count: 589

Warning: unprotected sex, reader wears glasses, squirting, reader cries, little bit of dirty talk. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: hope you like it!!

Your lip was tucked in your teeth as His hips slowly met yours, his hands having a gentle grip on your wrist above your head. His eye contact didn't falter; you would occasionally slip up when his tip brushed your spot letting your lips part with a soft moan; he didn't miss the way you seemed to be holding back and his brows knitted in confusion.

You weren't against the thought of screaming for him. letting him know just how good it felt when he rocked into you, letting you memorize the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. you just were far too in your thoughts about it. what if someone heard you or maybe-

You gasp, eyes fluttering a bit till they meet his blue's. His smirk tells you he's up to something, planning mischief. He pulls back leaving you empty, trying to clench down on his tip at the entrance of your pussy before he slams in, your skin touching his like glue between two pieces of paper. And he repeats the motion making you let out an involuntary moan.

He's meeting a fine line of pleasure and pain with his brutal thrust that doesn't take long to have you shaking and twitching under him not used to this type of pace. Your stomach twisted in knots as you let out sounds you never imagined leaving you. It stings in a good way having him just force his cock into you before your wetness can even adjust. The room fills with wet clapping sounds and it brings heat to your cheeks and your boyfriend only wants to add to it.

"You hear that baby, you're so wet" he groans and you let out a whimper. Your head foggy as you try to curl into your little corner again but like before he fucks it out of you.

"Oh fuck" the words leave you with a squeak since you don't curse. Draco's cock invading your tight cunt like the devil driving you nearly to insanity. You're not even sure who you are as your fingers dig into your palm, tears running out from under your dark frames. Draco is so entranced with you, feeling like he's about to lose control looking at your pretty face under him, you're a wreck and it's all his fault.

"Look at you" he cooed and just like before your cheeks flame red. Your walls quiver around his thick length clenching and unclenching with no control. It's becoming too much feeling your pussy run juices from it down to your ass. You are partly embarrassed by all of your behavior but you can't function enough to stop it.

It's like stealing ice cream from a freeze, you're heart's racing and you amped up with adrenaline but the cold sweetness in the fridge is so fucking good you can't be bothered that your stealing it, he'll you might just sit there and eat it knowing you could get caught but your eyes roll when the frozen dessert melts on your tongue and a moan leaves you in appreciation; do you appreciate what draco's doing right now? Of course you do but you'll definitely be paying the price for how Loud you're being right now.

"Cum for me, and scream while you do it" he whispers; and just like that your ears ring, cock still beating against your poor g-spot as you release around him, gushing onto his bed sheets like a filthy whore; screaming into the room.

you think all of Hogwarts heard as you breathe back to life.

Draco's lovers and requests

@alexxavicry, @sarahthehuffpuff, @supercoffeeblogs, @thatwattpadobsessed, @amyclare04, @kyracanwrite, @animeloverfreak310, @imafangirl22, @phildunphyisadilf, @jac1ndaa, @lovelycassy

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Hellow, i just reblogged that post about the cauldron loving elain and I have been seized with a need to figure out what the hell is going on with that so I shall read one (1) chapter if acomaf to bring me closer to my goal. For the record, I did know about the cauldron loving elain and hating nesta because idk, nesta was angry and annoying when she was dunked into it but elain was just so sweet and demure about it probably, i did not think it was. romantic love. but this is a sjm book so I was foolish to assume there would be a male character whos not insanely horny. Actually, is the cauldron even male? He is in the german version but thats just bc the word cauldron is masculine grammatically. Quick someone draw like, a tumblr sexyman humanized version of the cauldron. actually no, tumblrsexymen are traditionally twinks and sjm hates those. Quick someone draw like, a super buff shirtless man with golden hair, or whatever the color of the cauldron is

anyway, PREVIOUSLY ON: THE FLAMES AND DARKNESS LIVEBLOG we had the Court on Nightmares Under The Mountain Reenactment Scene as I like to call it and can we talk about how Feyre has known Rhys for like a year and only liked him for like half a year and yet she was perfectly fine sitting in his lap nacked and letting herself be sexualized by him. Like, I dont even have any kind of sexual trauma, you would still need to build up sooooo many years of friendship and good will for me to do that for you and you would NOT be allowed to jerk me off!! whatever, lets get on with this, its time for chapter 43

I hate that Rhysand is being all like "i shouldnt have brought you, i didnt want you to see this side of me" when its like, buddy you didnt have to do all this shit you couldve just walked in an been like "Im your high lord and demand your orb" and they wouldve given it to you because youre their high lord and youre demanding their orb. And if he thought they wouldnt have given it to him, he couldve easily come up with a different distraction he just went with the one that sexualizes Feyre because hes weirdo. Like, if hes so cruel on every other day then he shouldve acted really nicely, greeted Keir by giving him the biggest hug and being like "uncleeeee!! :D long time no see :)" and Feyre should have been dressed up as like, the embodiment of spring in pastel green soft shades of pink and but Rhysand still treats with the utmost kindness and respect, now that would throw the Hewn City for a loop

Okay so the reason Rhys broke keirs arm is because the word 'whore' triggered him which is understandable but like, Feyre thought of herself as the Highlords Whore in a very deliberate parallel to Rhysand being known as Amarantha's Whore and Im pretty sure she even straightup thought something about being in the position he had for so many years but she was like, horny about it and the narrative just isnt acknowledging it. Like, theyre not talking about it even though their mindlink was presumably open the whole time bc I remember them flirting through the link, and Feyre isnt even like "oh man, I feel bad for thinking that when its so upsetting to him" its so weird

Rhysand basically said "I will never try to protect you by locking you away, instead I will protect you by killing anyone who upsets you, even when they dont actually upset you and they just upset me" like he and Tamlin are not fundamentally any different from each other, its just that Rhysand is a coldblooded murderer. but its fine cuz he wears black leather i guess

I just realized. Rhysand had a boner when Feyre was sitting in his lap. did that go away when he broke Keirs arm or did he walk out of that meeting with his dick fully hard

Listen, maybe its just because its 3am and Im a little sleepdeprived but this conversation barely makes any sense, these bozos are just completely talking past each other at this point

Rhysand just said something about how Tamlin just locked Feyre up and let her waste away and almost die and Feyre was gonna say "He was trying his best" but Rhys interrupted her like "Dont compare me to him, stop comparing us" when she didnt say anything about that ??? my guy is projecting so hard rn he thinks theyre having a conversation that theyre not even having

And like i would argue that Feyre doesnt even compare Rhysand and Tamlin that much, the narrative definitely does it a LOT, but Ive been reading Feyres thoughts throughout this whole ordeal and I feel like she barely even thought about Tamlin since she sent him that letter

This scene is supposed this big turning point for their relationship and its clearly meant to be really emotional but the only emotion i can feel rn is annoyance with Rhysand because its like, he did have genuinely traumatic things that happened to him but not only is he barely affected by any of them, those are not even the things that the narrative brings up whenever its trying to get me to sympathise with him instead its always just "whaaaaaaa everyone thinks Im nasty and evil just because i keep doing nasty and evil things T-T"

Feyre is being very cruel but in a kinda funny way because its directed at Rhysand rn, i would insert the quote but I am in no state to translate anything at the moment but shes basically like "of course you have to hide your true self from your friends, they wouldnt wanna hang out with otherwise, you burden"

Idk why but the prose being like "my arrow struck him too deep" is so funny to me, it has the same energy as the vampire fics i read where the weird gay one gets his heart broken and he goes "it wouldve hurt less if he staked me in the heart"

Feyre is like "i cant believe he was so vulnerable and shared his sorrows with me and just threw all of it in his face" and I could not give less of a shit, but ive been on a big emotional abuse kick lately so now Im thinking about what if Feyre was just faking having feelings for Rhys in order to make him fall in love with her and be vulnerable with her only to then tell him the truth and reject the mating bond and make him completely break down as revenge for UTM. now that would actually be empowering

Now Feyre is thinking about how shes been using Rhysand for a long time now and come onnnnnn there is such a big power difference between them, I genuinely think its basically impossible for her to do that. Like, hes the most powerful guy in the history of guys or whatever, if anything you were doing bothered him that much he could simply make you stop doing it. hm. now Im thinking about what if rhysand was actually a huge masochist. Now that would actually be hot

Feyre is talking about how all the members of the inner circle suffered and are traumatized and theyve all learned to live with it and, not to extend too much sympathy to Rhysand, but all of the ICs major traumatic events happened centuries ago, his traumatic event happened one (1) year ago and it lasted 49 years i think its gonna take a little more time till hes all better

ughhhhhhh dont remind me of Amrens stupid romance subplot im gonna kill myself

Starfall is called Die Nacht der fallenden Sterne [the night of the calling stars] in german which is so much cooler and more whimsical, shoutout to my gal pal Alexandra Ernst for attempting to reinsert atleast a little bit of whimsy into this joyless world

Also, apparently its expected that Rhysand spend the first starfall in fifty years with his people, his people in this case referring to the Verlarians in the city that no one knows exists and not the people living in his courts actual capital. then again, i guess those bozos are all trapped under a mountain and wouldnt be able to watch it anyway so who cares

Amren said "hes not lucky to have us, we're lucky to have him" like yeah, hes paying you all exorbitant salaries just for being his buddies

God, amrens jacking rhys off so hard rn I cant believe she didnt wanna have sex with him when he asked

btw Im not even gonna dignify all that vaguely meta bullshit about how Tamlin is the golden prince and rhysand is the villain in the stories but the villain in stories is the guy who locks maidens away in towers and rhys freed her with anx kind of commentary because its just stupid, its just sjm bashing you over the head with how subversive she is when Tamlin and Rhysand are basically the same guy with different aesthetics at this point, like Feyre is not making a choice between the goodboy hero and the badboy villain, shes making a choice between a Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold (green) and a Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold (black)

[expendables-ropg]

THE EXPENDABLES: R O P G

So who we are? we are a group of expendables sended down here to get the cristal

''so you all are trying your hardest to get the cristal and not die, right?''

....weeeeell, no, we just are messing around the facility :p

But here's the

Redy

Sup its me, redy!

Im a 19 years old idiot, i was accused of second degree murder and kidnapping 4 innocents, other people say i shouldnt be here and that my crimes are faked, which the worse part is that its true

i like strawberries and Poyo, but i dont like Diving (EVEN THOUGH IM OBLIGATED TO DO SO)

i like talking with others and looking at everything, others call me curious (and stupid), but who knows if theres a little drawer with research somewhere?

Also i have a gun (:

And here's the

Orany

Hello everyone my name is Orany, im the 22 year old kind of girl that if you stop watching for a second is gonna fucking stab you in the back

why? it would be fun

I like grewy (because hes my boyfriend ) and baked potatoes, and im terrified of heights, have you never felt scared of being so high that you feel how your body could at any moment fall to the floor and die?

So here's the

(she asked for a more formal Divider)

Piky

yeaaa...so im Piky, the smartest one of these guys-

''thats a lie one of the many deaths you had you literally died to Searchlights because you-''

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I UNDERSTAND

Im just trying to do my job here, tho being silly like these idiots isnt that bad, sometimes is fun, makes me forget my crimes lmao

I dont like nothing or no one at the moment

i fucking hate @asksearchlights, and her stupid wife

Anyways, here we founded the

Grewy

howdy, im Grewy!

i have been sentenced to death penalty because of Murdering 6 people because of an explosion i caused and arson

yea no balls, im telling my crimes

I like Orany (Orany my beloved❤️) and pizza, i dont like darkness....

I like being silly even thought other people looks at me scared, im sure they will eventually get used to it, but i can also be S E R I U S when i need to be

QUICK REMINDER!:

This is a vague description of the characters, theres a lot more about them that you will figure out in rps

How to apply to the new blog

Rules:

-I dont want politics in this askblog

-NO NSFW

-im okay with suggestive things but remember theres a limit

-Im fine with gore, and i love rping

-Anyone can ask, and better if its asked by a askblog

RP guide:

''Redy talks in a red color''

''Orany talks in a orange color''

''Piky talks in a pink color''

''Grewy talks in a green color''

[This means ooc/mod talking]

*This is how to say an action*

If you want to do a rp, start your ask with ''{RP}'' or ''{RolePlay}''

Tags:

#Expendables ropg responds - (answers to your asks)

#Expendables ropg art - (share art, theres no drawings of them yet so go wild!)

#OC to ROPG interactions - (any interaction of your OC to any ROPG member)

Inspiration:

This whole blog is inspired by @asksearchlights blog, which was also inspired by @ask-eyefestation blog

Also the game from this blog is Pressure from Roblox

Quick mod notes/edits:

-Mod native language isnt english, so i will probably do grammar mistakes, sorry ):

[ mod is He/Him]

This blog was supposed to be done to rp with @asksearchlights blog, but at this point i dont understand whats going on so i stopped rping there, so i guess this is now its own thing?

I have indeed reached the final part of the game, but died unfortunately

this blog is probably not related to the original game, so expect silly stuff/theories / any headcanon / and funny momments to happend here, after all the point is to have fun :)

@Aeott is the mod of this blog

Thanks for seeing all of this, i hope you enjoy this askblog as much as i enjoyed making it ^ ^

[blommp717]

While learning how everything is an illusion, this past weekend I learnt something dark about my boyfriend’s past that he hid from me.

Im still processing so now I’m confused and find it hard to be focusing my awareness on things that bring me more peace.

It’s like I want to be aware of ugly shit.

Anyway. I’m confused and I want to wake up again. I want peace. I want to feel loved and desired. And I can’t find the mental peace to become that.

I guess I’m asking for help? Or just needing to write this.

Anyway, thank you. You are the best.

Hello! I’ve been inactive these past few days but you guys are stacking my inbox 🤭🤭😭😭 (I LUV U GUYS) soooo I think ima respond now

So you did say “I guess I’m asking for help or just needing to write this” I’m not really sure what kind of help you want sooo pls maybe clarify in terms of what you’d like, however you also said you just want to recognize peace.

What I will say is, with the limited info (and that’s totally okay, please never share more than your comfortable with) if your partner is associated with dangerous or harmful behaviors that can affect you or goes against your morals, tread carefully and take care of yourself first 🫶.

Anyways moving forward, so these past few days I had been going through (and it’s fine I feel incredible now) some realllyyy dark “spiraling”. And after “coming out of it” I realized, (and this is just my opinion) truly everything is beautiful, to a certain degree of course, this entire experience is so interesting? The high highs and the low lows, the feelings the “self talk”, it all feels like a hurricane sometimes yet it’s completely nothing. I’m sorry if I’m not making that much sense but I’m finding it hard to put into words right now.

It’s okay to exist, just exist, recognize the emotions as what they inherently are, they can’t mean anything, they don’t actually have some kind of permanent affect. Waves if sensations cross the body on its own, a feeling, a thought, an idea, solely exists as those things on its own. A feeling without labels is just a thing. A sensation. A moment of “something” and ultimately nothing. It feels so complicated in the moment but inherently it’s so simple.

The source of it all is what all appears to be. Everything, everyone. So what’s there to run from? I truly understand how dominating it can feel, but if all is ground zero, at an equal, completely whole and one, why try to force a “better” feeling when we ultimately know, that’s not how it works. Fighting to feel better.

It feels hard as self, it feels like a journey and a task to the idea of self.

As wholeness and “ “, it’s just being. I think what’s pointed me back several times is, how would this experience be assessed or taken if this sense of me, this sense of self, was deleted, was pulled away from the equation. If there is no identity in any of this, who feels good or bad? Who gains or lacks, who worries or doubts. No one.

Recognize each moment that seems to be difficult with the understand that there is no self, just the appearance of it.

Also I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this but I will, this doesn’t mean ignore your environment, please if your in genuine danger or in the vicinity of something that can harm you, PLSSSSSS don’t just sit there and go “there’s no self so I’m not being harassed or abused” 😭😭😭

Anyways, love you, take care 🌴☀️🫶

[vexxandra]

to all the boys ive loved before... (timeless channelled message)

a letter from a person who loves/loved you (not necessarily romantic) ☆ 11-11-2024

letter 1 > letter 2 > letter 3

letter 1

(this might've been someone you had a falling out with, maybe a friendship, maybe something more. it's pretty clear that both parties still care, but you may be in a no-contact situation. use proper discernment to know whether or not to accept this message)

hey, what's up? it's me again. ive been wondering what to say to you if i had the chance, and everytime i find the words, i end up chickening out. how's it going? i hope you're doing okay. me? im doing fine, im doing whatever. listen- i'm sorry about what happened in the past. i was just a kid, i didn't know what i was doing was wrong. i- i was just so focused on something that everything else seemed... secondary. i thought you were secondary. but you're not, now, i see that. sometimes i check back up on you, and i think you're doing well, so that's good. listen, we dont have to start this back up if you dont want to, but if i got the chance to, id make everything right.

(random things that may resonate: yaelokre, bells, fields/yellowing grass, cats, the weeknd - one of the girls, school imagery. im thinking a lot of my boyfriend right now, i dont know what that might mean for you)

letter 2

(this letter is probably from an ex-partner. someone who was very emotionally immature, and is going through it right now. they might've been very indecisive or made many bad choices. this is not a letter that requires action, but rather an open-ended one)

do you remember what happened between us? i dont either. sometimes i wonder if it was real, or just a fever dream. maybe that's for the best. i think of you sometimes, mostly when im bored. ive been thinking a lot recently. i dont think ive thought that much in a while. its making me really tired. am i a good person?

(random things that may resonate: their favorite color may be black or purple, roblox, "alternative" methods of chatting- one or the other may be blocked on something primary, you probably dont see this person every day, one or both parties have moved on)

letter 3

(this letter may be from a parent or parental figure. very strong masculine energy, and they seem to have a lot to say. mixed feelings, congratulations are there but also a little bit of sentimentality. im not sure how healthy your relationship with them is, but there is a lot of love in here)

hello darling, its been a while. it feels like forever since i was able to talk to you, how have you been? it seems like you're doing well, and i couldn't be more happy. i know things haven't always been the best between us, but i want you to know that no matter what happens, i will always love you. im always proud of you, and nothing you do will ever change that. i feel like i haven't said it to you enough, and im scared that i might be too late. i dont want you to hate me, but i know that if you did, it would partially be my fault. ive made mistakes, but i want you to know that im so, so, so very sorry for them. if i could take them back, in a heartbeat i would. im sorry, darling, if this is too late. i love you, and hope to see you soon.

(random things that might resonate: lgbtqia+, chappell roan's pink pony club, unaccepting parents, graduation, strong parental figure, drive thrus, glasses, tanned skin, dark hair)

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might make a second one, channelled messages are always fun, but don't resonate with everyone. sorry this one in particular was pretty sad everyone!

[hirik0]

like a virgin part 2

part 1

Price/Graves

NSFW: hand jobs, thigh fucking,Graves is unexperienced, Price is a perv

Graves sits down in between Price legs, his pants down to his knees, boxers still on. He fells how blood is already running south. Price runs his hands over his nacked skin for some time and it helps Graves to relax a bit more. "Ready?", Price wispers directly in his ear, geting a moan out of Graves. Tacking that as a sign to start slowly masaging Graves still clothed dick. It feels diffrent then what Graves is used to, its way more intimate then he's used to. He presses himself more against Price, liking the closeness making a pleased sound, closing his eye to better focus on the feeling. Price humms in his ear and he lets out a tiny gasp, when Price squeeze his dick. He usally needs some time to get hard but for some reason Price gets him hard in no time. His breathing gets heavier and god, Price just touching him over his boxers. Graves starts bitting his lips keeping the sounds he makes at bay, like he used to from hurried encunters in the dark corners of military bases. When it's dangerous to show that openly you're enjoying this. "You dont have to be silent, Phil", John says direktly in his ear. For quite some time Graves thought that the moaning in porn is just for the watcher that nobody makes so much noice during sex, till he had to talk with two young shadows that got caught with their pants down in a closet. "John", Graves moans liking what Price is doing but at the same time its not enough. "Has your leg any itching?", Price ask while slipping his hand in to Graves boxers, touching his dick for the first time with out barrier. Graves needs some time to figure out what Price is asking his head cloudy and slow. "Im fine", Graves gasps out when Price is rubbing his thumb over the slit. "Open to a position change Phil?", Price asks, wanting better acces to Graves. "I... yeah", Graves answers bucking in to Price hand. "Then get out of your pants and boxer", Price wispers in his ear making Graves shiver.

Graves stands up a bit shacky pulling his pants and boxers down, bowing forward giving Price unintentional a view his ass. And it takes Price all his selfcontroll to not just smack Graves ass, only the thought of being able to do it at a later time holding im back, fuck he wants to spank Graves so bad right now. Graves steps out of his cloths sitting back in between Price thights. The diffrent in betwenn him being fully nacked down the waiste makes him to selfaware and a bit uncomfortable. Price spreads his legs and hooks them over his knees and Graves is blushing got hes on full display now. Price loves this, love getting a good view on his partners. No matter if he watches them mastubating or like today exposing them as much as possibel usually tied to the bed. "That's okey?", Price asks needing to make sure he dont pushes to far, before reaching for the lube. "Ah bit to new", Graves answers not sure how to voice the discomfort hes feeling and the extrem nervouness. "We can go back to your legs closed", Price says holding on with lubing up his hand. "No, want to try it", Graves reasures, the whole point of this is to learn new things, he can push through his feelings, if it gets better. "Okey, if its to much just say something and we go back to what you know okey?", Price is wispering in his ear again and Graves is shivering and hes abel to gasp out a yes. Graves dick twitches when he hears how Price is lubing up his hand. Love the flithy sound of it. One of Prices hands is placed on Graves chest and the now slick hand is around his dick and Graves moans loudly, making him cover his mouth with his hands. Hes mortifeyd by the sound hes making. "Told you, you don't have to be silent, if you dont want to. Want to hear how good i make you feel", Price reminds him before slowly moving his hand up and down his dick. Price starts with long slow stroges feeling Graves up, trying to get a felling for it. A barely audioable wimper comes from Graves when he starts to twist hist wrist every down stroke, slowly starting to speed up. Everytime he rubs over the tip, Graves presses in to him and god he feels how his own pants are start to get a bit to uncomfortable but this is not about him. He watches how much pre cum Graves is leaking by now. He wants to smear it all over Graves body or lick it up. Graves moves one of his hands from his mouth and placing it on Price thight. "Want to fuck in my hand?", Price ask loving how him wispering in Graves ears gets a moan or gasps out of the younger man. "No, feels so good what you do", Graves answers honstly reaching behind him to burry his hand in Price hair. Graves has the feeling his body is on fire, his blood replaced by lava, his brain slowly pushing all thoughts out of his head only the feeling of Price hand matters right now. Oh shit a hand job never felt like this before, his brain slowly gets flooded with euphoria.

With that Price is speading up his movement always making sure to run his thumb over Graves tip smearing the pre-cum over it. And Graves starts to squirm, rubbing his ass against Price dick, making Price moans directly in his ear. Fuck he wants to do such filthy things with this ass, covering it in cum, spank it, bit it, eat it out, fucking it so hard Graves can't sit for days, make sure his cum cant run out with a plug. "Price", Graves moans, feeling how is orgasm is aproaching, his lower abdomen is tensing and his legs are shaking. "Yes?" Price ask trying to memorise all the small details for the next time, other parts of his brain figurering out how to abuse them to make Graves beg to come for him. "Close", Graves gasps out, panting heavely, pressing himself against Price chest even more. Graves throw his head back a long moan leaving him when he comes all over Price hand and on the shirt hes wearing. Graves fells like he's drowning in the euphoria hes feeling, his brain totally shutting down only registering how good he feels and how Price hand is not stoping. If Graves brain would work he would register how Price is draging out his orgasm, till it starts to be to much. Price dont stop till Graves is wimpering again from the overstimulation, if he wouldn't use his other hand to press Graves against his chest he would likely not sit up right anymore. Graves has a big lazzy smile on his face, being blissed out by is orgasm and Price rubs circels in his chest.

"Phil?", Price ask after a few minutes and when he feels how Graves breathing is normalising. Grave humms to signal his brain is slowly getting online again and he's listening. "Can you give me the handtowl to your left?", Price asks and Graves reaches to the towel. "Thank you." And Price is cleaing up his hand as good as he can, carefully cleaing up Graves dick. "What about you?", Graves ask when his brain is start fully online again. "What do you mean?", Price asks curuios. "Did you come?", Price asks his cheeks becoming a deep shade of pink. "Not about me, Phillip", Price says shrugging, Graves gave him something so much better. Real Graves is behaiving just like in his fantasy, prefect littel student, obedient, wantingto please. "Not a hand job trade if you dont cum", Graves points out slowly realsing hes still on full displayf or the other man. "Mhm, i guess your right", Price agrees, big smike apearing on his face, god Graves is perfect. "So let me", Graves says his eyes are getting heavy, his brain wanting to rest after the most intense orgasm of his life.. "How about we try another new thing?", Price offers hearing how tiered Graves sound, he also would ruin the button up Graves is wearing with ropes of cum, another time. "Like how that sounds", Grave attmids, also hoping he dont have to do that much. "Let me fuck your thighs", Price rumbels in his ear. "People do that?" Graves ask still being curios, not thinking to much enjoying his post orgasm. Price laughts at this fondly. Graves closes his legs waiting for direction. "Put your arms over the back rest, on your knees ass to me", Price instrugets him and Graves follows the order.

Resisting to not slap Graves ass hard this time around so instead he moves Graves legs to his liking before lubing them up. "Cold", Graves complains over the lube on his legs. "Will get warm soon enough." Then he hears Price opening his belt and fly. "Want to have a look?", Price asks before purring some lube on his cock. Graves looks over the shoulder gasping when he barely registering how thick Price is, looking intrestet at how Price is stroging himself. His blush is getting bigger and he fells how drool is filling his mouth. "Like what you see?", Price asks more as a joke but Graves is nodding furiously. "Next time you can touch", Price promisses before getting in postion. Pressing his cock in between Graves thights, holding them in his hand firmly. With every trust Price dick is rubbing along Graves balls, making Graves moan. Instinctive Graves is pressing his tights a bit more together when the tip of Price is in between them. "Good boy", Price unintantionaly praises Graves seeing how the blush is slowly creeping down Graves neck. When the tip of Price cock gets squished the next time he comes all over Graves legs. getting a unpleased sound from Graves as his warm spent is running down his legs "Dont like that", Graves states his displeasure. Price nearly says you will get used to it but instead he wishes away as much of the cum with the towel as he can. "Want a shower?", Price ask when hes finished with the cleaning up. Graves nods slowly standing up from the couch. His legs are wobbly and with out Price he would have kissed the floor.

Graves is out of Price bathroom and sees the other sit on the couch sipping from a glas of whisky a second still empty glass is on the tabel. Graves purs himselfa glas. What now, schould he go? Shouldhe say thank you? Shouldhe ask if they meet next week again same time? Price enjoys his drink post orgasm sensing Graves nervous. "So you liked it?", Price asks to prevent silence to become arkward. "It was.. diffrent", Graves answers needing more time to get his emotions sorted. "But it was not bad?", Price asks hoping they will make a new 'lesson' soon. Graves satisfied his fantasise so good and he wants more. Graves blushes a light pink coloring his cheeks mumbeling something in his drink. "Yes, it was good, I enjoyed it", Graves answers not wanting to stroke Price ego to much. "You're on a mission the next two week right?", Price asks trying to figure both their schedules out. "10 days", Graves clarifies. "You think your ready for a lesson after you're back? We leave shortly after you come back, so their is not that much time." "I actually got must of my experience right after the battlefield", Graves confesses his blush slowly turning more red. Price humms taking before emptying his glass, see how Graves blush gets even bigger. "What, do you have planned?", Graves wispers the question spinning his empty glass in his hand. "Depends on your form. We can stay at a hand jobs or we can do the next step a blow job." The glass nearly slips out of Graves hand. "I.. need some time to think about this." "Thats fine you can choose on the day", Price assures him with a smile on his face. "Okey, I will think about it." With this Graves put his glass on the couch table and stand in to leave. Price exhales relieved that Graves didn't notice he's hard again. He's dint has the fast recovery from when he was younger, but that means he can now enjoy his filthy fantasys much longer now.

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When Graves nearly falls out of the exfile bone tiered he didn't think at all about the choices Price gave him. He's exhausted the adrenaline leaving his body, he barely remembered his lesson with Price at this point. Its not that he forget before the mission, he wanted to tell Price his choice before he and the shadows head out, but he pushed the desition off till it was to late. He actually rembers when he sees Price in a doorway talking with Laswell. Would Price be angry if he says he's to tiered, he don't think so, but the bigger problem he forget what the two option where that Price gave him by now. Fuck, he will improvise. The post mission routine toke forever, but Graves is in his room now. He just steped out the shower when somebody, he suspects Price, is knocking at his door. He open the door with just a towel around his hip and it is indeed Price. Price looks over his body with a hungry gaze a pleased smile on his lip. He steps in and Graves a bit more awake after the shower quickly closing the door. "You looked tiered", Price states his observation from earlier. "Mission was a bitch", Graves confirms Price observation, stretching his arms. "You want to reshedule?", Price asks making sure, Graves shakes his head, yawning. "What your choosing?", Price asks stitting down on Graves bed. Graves thankfully rembered atleast one option. "Option one, you.." Graves starts stopping out of embarressment. "I?" Price asks, while getting a other bottel of lube out his pocket that looks new. "You said I can touch this time", Graves finishes a bit breathy while realising its a different brant of lube then last time. "That what I said." Price says focused again on opening the seal of the lube. Graves steps closer in a unexpected act of bravery he lets the towel drop to the floor. Price smiles at him for this and again Price is smearing a bit of lube against Graves the faint smell of vanilla is filling his nose. "Is the lube scented?", Graves ask courios before he starts opening Price belt. "Got flavoured one in case you choose the blow job", Price confirms pulling Graves on his lap when his belt is open. "Why vanilla?", Graves gasps strandeling Price lap. "You dont like vanilla?", Price asks having to hold back a coment about that what they do is pretty vanilla. Nothing wrong with it, Graves is just exploring what he's into. "Honestly vanilla is not my favourite flavour", Graves says, moaning when Price is grabbing his ass. "Is that so?", Price wispers darkly directly in Graves ear. "Yes only eat vanilla when it's with additional flavour", Graves says in between gasps. Price has to remind himself they talk about flavour and not sexual preference, but well Graves is not complaining about him being less gentle then last time.

"Thats okey?", Price ask when he pulls Graves a littel bit closer. "Yes.", Graves answers feeling Price breath against his lips. Graves puts his arms around Price shoulders, grinding against one of Price thights. He lazzly rolls his hip and Price lets him listening to all the noices Graves makes. Price lightly smacks Graves ass gettting a scandalised gasp from Graves, hiw face is quickly is getting red. "Not that i dont like to see you enjoying yourself, Phil but i thought you wanted to touch today", Price wispers in Graves ear. Graves hides his face in the crock of Price neck, his blush spreading down his neck. Price hands go in between them, opening the fly of his pants, before Price carefully moves ones of Graves hands to his still cloth dick. Hesitant Graves starts to move his hand feeling Price up. The last time he was to blissed out to notice how big Price is. "Your packing Captain", Graves wispers more to himself then to Price. "Like it, Phil?", Price chuckels. Graves nods, its barely visible, shit yes he liked fat cocks. Price.lets him fell for a while, feeling how Graves is relaxing more and more, being less stiff. "Want to see it?", Price asks when a wet spot is apearing on his boxers. "Yeah", Graves gasps, standing up. That's when Price notices it the first time. How Graves eyes are glossed over as if hes not fully there anymore, as if hes about to go in to subspace. "You still with me?", Price ask while pulling down his boxers. Graves blinks at him, trying to make sense of the question. "Yes", Graves answers before strangeling Price lap again.

Graves waits for Price next move. He grows nervous under Price gaze the floating feeling in his head slowly disappearing. He make a displeased sound at this. "What's the hold up?", Graves asks inpacient. "You looked a bit spaced out", Price answers grabing the lube bottel. "Liked it", Graves says pouting. "I know, just didn't expect you do to that. That ever happened before, you getting a feeling like you floating?", Price asks curuios. Graves thinks about it and shakes his head. "Is it bad?", Graves asks it must be when Price has the feeling to pull him out if it. "No, its not bad, as I said did not expect it to happen", Price reasures him. Price puts some of the lube on his hand getting Graves.more alerted. Being pleasantly suprised when Graves holds one of his hands out. When Graves looks down seeing their dicks next to each other. How much thicker Price is then himself, but not as long. He gasps when Price takes both their dicks in his hand and lubbing both of them up. It feels diffrent, then everything Graves even done. And he did a lot of thinks with his hands to himself. Price lets lose of their dicks and Graves instantly but his own around them. There is a small space his hand dont covers. Carefully to get a feeling starts move his hand. Price dick is twitching a bit, pressing more against his own making Graves moan.

When Graves found a rythem that is both enjoyable and familiar, Price lifts his head up. The floating feeling is back and it just gets stronger when Price softly smiles at him. Price puts his own hand over Graves slowly speading up. Always making sure that Graves is not spacing out to much, but still can enjoy the feeling. At one point Price put his arm around Graves back so he dont slip down his lap. "Close", Graves wispers the euphoria getting so strong he just blissed out. Not feeling how hes covering both their hands in cum, not feeling how Price is covering also his lower abdomen with his spent. Not carrying over how sticky his hand is, a feeling he normally would not tolared. It takes some time to come back down. He needs some time to make sense of the situation. He's laying down a hand gently combing throw his hair. "You're back?", Price asks him. Graves looks at him with tiered eyes, ready to fall asleep. "Yeah", Graves says fighting to keep his eyes open. "We can talked about this in the morning." Is the last thing Graves hears before falling asleep. Price looks at the sleeping Commander, that was not part of the plan. But he could not leave someone alone when they are in subspace. He has to be more careful now, not hurting Graves. They also need to have a conversation about safety when Graves wants to continue their arrangement.