#to all those who sent those: just give me a bit i will respond very soon i promise

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

MY MATHS EXAM IS DONE WITH time to valgrace like crazy

[stunies]

KINKTOBER DAY 3 — CUCKOLDING. Hayato Suo x AFAB! Reader, ft. Sakura Haruka ﾉ In which Sakura doesn’t think he’s ever held his phone in his non-dominant hand… until tonight.

NOTE — This was written with the aim of being as gender neutral as possible, but is still tagged as AFAB just in case. With that being said, here’s my submission for @ficsforgaza’s 2024 Kinktober Collab! Thank you for taking the time to organize this & also thank you to those who sent in requests!

ᘏ ft. Hayato Suo (top) x AFAB! Reader (bottom) — Established relationship (Sakura x Reader), Sakura lets Suo have reader for a night. Cuckolding, masturbation (Sakura), consen. recording, praise, creampie (mention), light choking + fear play, very heavy overstimulation, mention of cum eating + toys (dildo) ﾉ 1096 wc

𓂃 LINK TO FFG KTBER MLIST ﾉ LINK TO STUNIES KTBER MLIST

Attachment: 1 Video.

Sakura’s brow twitches at the smiling emoji attached just beneath the video. It looks a little bit too happy for his liking— smiles like it can see him squirming through the screen.

He clicks onto the video, now comfortable enough to shift his phone into his left hand so the other can slip underneath the blankets to grab the base of his cock.

It’s much more sensitive than usual— twitches against his palm and he winces. Luckily enough for him, his room is completely silent aside from the sound of his own breathing. It’s a good thing. If anyone was near him and caught a glimpse of what he was about to do, he thinks he might actually die of embarrassment.

The video starts off with a loud rustling before he hears the muffled sound of laughter- a lighthearted chuckle.

It’s the same one he hears on a daily basis, and his cock throbs— this time dripping pre-cum onto his stomach- though he can’t find it in himself to tear his eyes off the screen for even a moment to clean it off.

“…..Eyes on me…. remember?” The microphone just barely picks up the voice, but Sakura can still make out the words. “We went through this earlier, didn’t we?”

The lewd cry that follows makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight. It takes him less than one second to recognize it as you— even if he’s never heard you sound so thoroughly ruined before. “Shit,” Sakura grumbles to himself. He’s leaking so much.

If you were with him instead of Suo tonight, would you be licking up the cum that’s spilled onto his stomach? You’ve always had that terrible habit of teasing him with your tongue. Did you learn that from Suo too?

“Oh dear.” Suo’s voice sounds much clearer now. “Let’s try and last a little longer, okay? Sakura will be watching soon, after all.”

He emphasizes ‘Sakura,’ and you instantly respond to the sound of your boyfriend’s name with a whine. “‘S so- sensitive. I c-can’t…Suo..!”

He can understand you even with the way your words come out unsteady from how hard Suo’s fucking you.

Sakura’s cock feels heavy in his hand when he finally starts jerking up and down, trying to listen carefully and match his pace with Suo’s. It’s hard. He’s breathing loudly— almost panting at this point, and you’re not being much quieter either.

“You still have one more in you,” Suo coos. “Give me one more so Sakura can see, okay? Here.”

The two of you finally come into view. Suo adjusts the camera once more before turning back to you, giving you a light slap to your cheek- just enough to snap you out of your daze. “Ready? Let’s give him a good one.”

“O-okay.. I’ll try.”

God, you sound so broken.

You look even worse off. Your arms are covering your eyes, mouth parted open in loud pants, and your body inches further up the bed with each thrust of his hips. Your lips look swollen too.

Suo must not have liked your habit of hiding from him, because he slows down and gives you a low hum. A warning. You tear your arms off your face as soon as you hear it, dazed eyes narrowing in your best attempt to focus and look at him properly.

“Better.” He smiles. “So tell us… does it feel good?”

You nod, and his pace slows again. “No.”

“I taught you better than that, didn’t I? Use your words. Tell Sakura exactly how you feel.” Suo leans down until his earrings tickle your cheek, and you practically shrink underneath his gaze. “Where do you feel it?”

Sakura forgets to breathe when he watches Suo push your thighs up towards your face with a sweet smile, letting him slam deeper inside you— your thighs instinctively jerking and slapping against his own.

“Ah!” Your head falls back against the pillows, and he tilts his head with a content grin. “Oh. Here?”

“M-mhm… there!”

Suo’s eyes darken, and the panic that rises to your face almost makes Sakura cum on the spot. “No! Wait— I meant… ah… I do.. feel it..! Deep. Super deep… ah… it feels so good..”

You seem relieved when he gives you a pleased smile in response. “Mhm. Good. You’re so good.” He rubs his thumb along your jaw, then moves up towards your cheek. “Keep doing that. Keep talking to Sakura when I reward you.

“I’ll make you feel even better if you tell him all the things you want to try with him after tonight.”

His hand moves down to linger over your neck, and your eyes widen. He feels you swallow a nervous gulp underneath his fingers. “Well? Go on.”

It’s cute how your face still burns at the request even in your delirious state. You’re still able to feel embarrassed— the both of them can tell with just one look at you. Though he still has the rest of the night before he gives you back to Sakura. If he’s watching the video now, that means Suo’s job is done and that it went well.

“H-Haru…”

The whimper that leaves his lips at the sound of you calling out to him is pathetic. “Suo… he.. ah— told me to go on all fours. He said.. to keep my face against the mattress— ah! So.. he pushed it down for me. Filled me up with cum… and then he gave me.. this.”

You weakly nod at the dildo beside your head, gasping when you feel Suo’s cock twitch inside you at the mere memory. “Suo said.. to plug it up… keep it all inside.”

“Mhm.” He smiles at you like he’s proud. “And then?”

“S-said to clean it all off with my tongue— and.. and show him my mouth. And then he said— ah.. to do all that with you next, Haru—” he interrupts you with an amused laugh.

“That’s right. Sakura— you’re watching, right?”

“I’ve taught them a lot of things tonight.” He gives you a light squeeze around your throat, and you clench down around his length. “You’re welcome to ask your partner all about them. I’m sure they’d be more than happy to replicate what they learned with me.”

He turns to you.

“Isn’t that right? I just felt you squeeze.” You almost nod— but you catch yourself just in time. “Y-yes.”

“Mhm. It's good to be honest, isn't it? You’re so good. Let’s wrap this up now. We shouldn’t make Sakura wait too long.”

𓂃 graphics by @ ficsforgaza ; animated line divider by @ cafekitsune

[skywalkerslvt]

Pitching Tents And Crossing Lines- Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Pairing: Camp counsellor!Ellie Williams x AFAB!Camp counsellor!Reader

❥a/n: Holy shit guys it's been over a month since i last posted a fic 😭 This is for everyone who wanted a part 2 to my camp counsellor!ellie fic!!! This could also be read as a oneshot but for those of you who want to read part 1 I'll link it here. hope u guys enjoy!!

❥CW: 18+ smut, fingering, semi-public sex sorta, teasing, dirty talk, secret sex, praise kink sorta, a tiny bit of marking, tent sex, pet names (ellie calls reader baby), 1k words

❥Summary: Ellie fingers you in a tent while another camp counsellor is sleeping in the same tent

You were going to kill Ellie. You swore to yourself the next day you were going to kill her. Kill her for being such a tease, kill her for looking so perfect, kill her for turning you on and sticking her hand between your legs while you shared a tent with your currently sleeping colleague.

But that would mean getting through the night first, which was a challenge in itself. Ellie’s body was pressed against your back, her fingers dangerously close to where you needed her most, but maddeningly still. Her breath was steady, like this was nothing, just another night under the stars, while your heart pounded in your chest, every fibre of your being on edge.

“Ellie,” you hissed quietly, voice strained as you tried not to wake the sleeping counsellor a few feet away. “What the hell are you doing?”

She hummed softly in your ear, her voice low and teasing. “What do you think I'm doing?”

You bit your lip, your body involuntarily responding to her proximity, the warmth of her fingers brushing against your waistband. You wanted to shove her hand away, to remind her where you were, but part of you—a very reckless part-didn't want her to stop.

You inhaled sharply as she began kissing and sucking marks into your neck, her hand inching down agonizingly slow. “Tell me to stop and I'll stop.”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing as her words hung in the air. You knew you should push her away, that this was wildly inappropriate-your colleague was right there, for fuck's sake. But Ellie's lips were warm against your skin, her hand teasing you just enough to make your body crave more.

You didn't tell her to stop.

Instead, you let out a shaky breath, your silence giving her all the permission she needed. Ellie smirked against your neck, her teeth grazing your skin before she whispered, "That's what I thought."

Her fingers slipped lower, finally slipping under the waistband of your shorts, brushing over your underwear, and you stifled a moan. You pressed your thighs together, torn between wanting more and the nagging worry that you could be caught any second.

Ellie seemed to revel in your struggle, her hand moving slowly, deliberately torturing you with each light touch.

"You like this, don't you?" she murmured. "You like that anyone could wake up and see how fucking needy you are."

Her words sent a wave of heat through you, your body reacting to her every word. You pressed your hips back against her, grinding slightly, desperate for more friction.

Ellie chuckled softly, her breath warm against your ear. "That's it," she said, her fingers slipping past the fabric of your underwear, finally making contact with your aching core. "Let me take care of you."

And then, she did.

Her fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your breath hitch in your throat. You bit your lip hard, trying to keep quiet, the pressure of her hand driving you wild while the reality of your surroundings kept you on edge. Every time you exhaled, it felt like you were walking a tightrope between ecstasy and fear, the risk of waking your colleague sending an illicit thrill through your body.

Ellie's mouth was still on your neck, sucking gently, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. She knew exactly what she was doing, how close you were to breaking, how much you needed this-needed her. And she was enjoying every second of it.

"You're so quiet, baby," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "What's wrong? Afraid they'll hear how bad you want me?"

You wanted to respond, to tell her to shut up or slow down, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as her fingers dipped lower, sliding easily through your wetness. Ellie's grip tightened on your hip as she pressed against you, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

"Fuck, you're soaked," she murmured, the amusement in her voice impossible to ignore. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"

You whimpered, unable to stop yourself from grinding back against her fingers, desperate for more. It was maddening how good it felt-her fingers, her mouth, her breath, all working to unravel you bit by bit.

Ellie moved faster now, her fingers expertly sliding inside you, curling in just the right way to make your legs tremble. You had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire.

"That's it," Ellie breathed, her voice a low growl in your ear. "Come for me, baby. Show everyone how good I make you feel."

The combination of her fingers inside you and her filthy words was too much.

Your body tensed, the wave of pleasure crashing over you so suddenly it almost knocked the breath out of you. You bit down hard on your lip, barely managing to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as you came, your body shaking against her.

Ellie didn't stop until your legs were trembling and you had to push her hand away, your body too sensitive to handle any more. She pulled her hand out of your shorts, her lips brushing your neck one last time before she whispered, "Good girl."

You were panting, trying to catch your breath, the weight of what had just happened slowly sinking in. Your colleague was still fast asleep, oblivious, but the tension in the air between you and Ellie was thick.

You turned to look at her, and Ellie gave you a lazy smirk, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Better get some sleep," she whispered, lying back against her sleeping bag like nothing had happened. "We've got a long day tomorrow."

You glared at her, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of your orgasm. "I'm going to kill you," you muttered, though you both knew you didn't mean it.

Ellie just chuckled, throwing an arm over her eyes. "Get in line, babe."

[shiningmystic]

Messages from your Spirit Guides PAC 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ───

Welcome friends, to your sprit guide reading whoever your guides may be they always respond to you.

I only call upon the spirits that look fondly upon you and see the being beneath all the judgement and ego, there is just essence. Unconditional love is what I always dip down to even if there are days that I cannot do it for myself, I know it is always present and that gives me much comfort on my worst days. Mental health awareness is real and always check in with yourself especially being chronically honed in on the bad shit that happens around you or is happening. Cultivating slowness is an everyday job for all of us but when we do it we do become thankful. I'm a bit rusty so forgive me if some of my words may be repetitive. Drop a follow to know when I post another general reading!

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Pile I: colors of light 🧚🏾‍♀️

The lovers (rx), 6 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, the heirophant (rx), 9 of wands (rx)

Back of the deck: ace of cups (rx), knight of swords, 7 of cups

Pile one to begin, your guides sent me images of the sun peering through glass and reflecting rainbow colors which really makes me feel as though you are a deep person but from day to day you may feel dull. Your guides are reminding you, sending you messages of your inner light and how it shines out even if you hide it and reflects back in people places or things. There is a lot about beauty here and how to stay genuine to yourself; your beauty is unique and comparing your beauty to someone else’s is a crime against them and you. If you genuinely don’t think you’re beautiful on outside, then there are always ways to work with what we have when we are ready to tackle it (honestly sometime i need to cry it out). Now on with the card pull:

Wow, I feel a lot going on with so many messages, I’ll try and keep it concise.

First message: you will always be enough is a huge message. It doesn’t matter even if they left you, even if someone who you loved told you that you were too much or even feeling that way towards yourself and your guides do not agree. The more we believe that the more we hurt ourselves and continue to prove it right. Even if you are ‘too much’ there are people out there that would disagree. - huge lesson I’m learning is that two truths can exist at the same space even if they oppose the other. For example, when I talk about my trauma, I feel vulnerable and fearful yet after the fact I feel both emotions, strong and weak. Both fear and strength. You are not to much and even if they couldn’t handle you, your a whole lot of love and light especially from the energy from the image.

Message two: some of you are away from family or your country, things are changing and it’s overwhelming in many ways. There is a lot of choices and a lot of overwhelming feelings towards making them. Your guides are advising you to trust in yourself and ignore the voices around that do not harbor understanding. Trust in your own judgment and believe in what you’re doing because it is your life and your actions that shape it; you will be the one living with it so always believe in yourself, you know what’s best for you and even when we make that mistake, we need a gentle reminder that mistakes are apart of success. if you don't give yourself the space to learn then you will continue to never know what is for you.

Message three: it’s always you pile one that always gets the message to be kinder to yourself; life isn’t a strict fast paced all or nothing (obviously life is very hard now for many.) but your guides are reminding you life will have its downs and if you can’t take time for those downs then they will be crashes. I’m feeling loved ones coming through this pile, so just know your guides understand your struggle and want to remind you as well that they are always with you.

Lots of burn out energy, you are so strong, please believe me when I say you are enough.

To the lovely humans who broke up with someone or let go of a person who you love but was toxic, you did the right thing for yourself, i send you love my love.

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Pile II: Stepping stones ☄️

8 of cups, the hierophant, 7 of cups (rx), ace of pentacles, temperance, the moon

Back of the deck: queen of wands and 2 of cups (rx)

Right now you’re stepping up to the unknown, it’s natural to be fearful of risk. Pile 2 I sense that good things will come to you when you make the choice, even with hesitation don’t doubt the choices you have already made. all we can do is what we know now. the effort you put into your work will pour back into you. I can sense a lot of hesitation but still moving forward and that takes courage! Your guides are proud of you stepping up to the plate.

I can see some people going back to school and graduating scared that they will never find stability. Some of you are taking chances and starting businesses especially creative ones (relatable content). Your guides are supporting you on your financial endeavors and know the future feels scary for many.

It’s very unstable in many places right now so I understand the confusion and the fear but the pendulum always swings back and things always go back into balance again even by force (which we shouldn’t let it to come to an extreme but whatever.) You are strong people but this creativity needs to be grounded in reality when it comes to money; be realistic and continue with your motivated attitude towards your endeavors. honestly some of you are and are focusing to hard on the little details, relax and just do what's in front of you.

Believe in yourself pile 2. You have grown to doubt yourself and abilities at times because of push back and it’s actually super healthy for intelligent people to question themselves but to much self doubt only leaves us frozen. Now is the time to go ahead and shine!

The energy for you is ripe with opportunities your guides are saying go ahead, take the calculated risk, do the thing you want to but just know take time to do it with love and integrity you will succeed.

The moon and the 7 of cups reverse tell me about your doubt, anxiety and not knowing what may happen is the worst but life is all about the mystery and discovering your path. dear wanderer, not all souls who walk a lonely path are lost, maybe you'll run into another.

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Pile III: Glowing mushrooms 🍄

Page of cups, Death, The Emperor, King of pentacles, strength (rx), Ace of pentacles, 4 of pentacles, Page of Swords

Your path to transformation takes determination and strength, but understand the power is within you and how you have gotten far.

Mushrooms are pretty crazy! They grow in so many places and are resilient; I’m not saying you’re a mushroom (even though honestly, it’s a vibe) but your guides are bringing it up. Every photo is connected to the pile it is above and yours is about your strength and resilience (pile 2 as well but it's much more emphasized here).

I mean so many people are keeping it together right now and you’re no different but I feel an extra sprinkle of shit being thrown your way recently or this could be a theme. Keep doing what you’re doing is a message for many but to keep taking the steps to this new life and I mean new life. I don’t mean moving away and starting over (unless that resonates) but you are changing it up, starting new habits and new routines, taking steps constantly at a different pace but never stopping, (it’s a lot that you have been juggling I’m surprised I don’t see the 2 of pentacles) Your guides are like Dang they got this.

Lots are taking big steps in life atm and your frozen on a choice (pile 2 also has some of that energy) there is a message of that you’re only human and sometimes it’s alright to be vulnerable and look back at the good times but the here and now is calling, stay focused and channel your emperor energy guys.

Please don’t neglect your mental health, many of you may be overworking even when you feel like you haven’t pushed yourself hard enough *whacks head* stop! You are working enough it’s just that things in reality are kinda messed up and that’s why there so many of us like this. the world is dysfunctional so of course we will be too. But of course that doesn’t solve the issue of having to keep on when your anxious and depressed, but a minute of your day is all you need to cry, to get a hug from someone, I always recommend self care. You can be strong and vulnerable at the same time and I’m willingly absorbing the information from my therapist on how two truths can exist at the same time even if they oppose the other. Be upset and when you can get up and finish that assignment, project, shipment, sale, you seriously got this but I know this is more about the stress and anxiety all this work carries with it.

Stable energy is present in the spread which makes me feel like your guides are just cheering you on knowing how hard it has been and that you are reaching positive new things especially with Death and this transformation that been going on. Be wary of spending for right now (as i assume you are tbh) but know that finances energetically will grow , just stay on task and carry yourself with pride because you are amazing!

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So those were the messages I picked up on, I hope they comfort and support you in some way, or even give you advice. Stay humble and lovely my friends.

Tarot decks used: Rider-Waite tarot deck

- ShiningMysticTarot ☀️

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i literally have no idea what this is, or where it came from but here's a thing:

pairing: steddie | word count: 2,043 | rated: M (will be E in next part)

Eddie Munson was not Steve’s bi awakening, okay? He wasn’t.

He just happened to be standing in the middle of Family Video dressed like his bi awakening (and it didn’t help that he already had an embarrassingly huge crush on the guy).

Steve had come out of the back none the wiser to what he was about to see, glancing up from the tape he was carrying for someone who’d called earlier. His eyes met big, clunky, worn-in cowboy boots, long lean legs (and very nice ass–damn, they’ve got one of those stupid bandanas in their back pocket too) in classic Levis so tight they looked like they were painted on, the back of leather jacket (--hold on), and the back of a head of long, wild-looking, sun-kissed, yet still dark hair.

After his seconds-long oogling, Robin, who was chatting with Bon Jovi’s twin at the counter, glances behind him at Steve. 

Bon Jovi tries to turn and look back without taking himself off the counter, but when that insane hair of his gets in the way, he shoves up off the counter and spins on one heel.

“Munson? Where the hell’ve you been?” Steve thanks whatever it is up there that the surprise of seeing Eddie again temporarily suspends his frazzled ‘hothothothothot’ thoughts about his friend enough to respond normally.

“Damn, Stevie, been gone all summer and all I get is a ‘The hell’ve you been’?”

“Of course, asshole, you’ve been gone All. Summer.” Steve says, finally getting to the counter himself and dropping the tape on it. He scoops Eddie up in a tight hug, one long won from their month of recovery post-Vecna.

Everything went fine, Vecna was dead, the upside-down sealed away, but they hadn’t all left unscathed. Specifically Steve and Eddie, both of whom ended their spring break from hell nursing bat wounds, and closer than ever before. 

Then, after finally graduating, being hailed a hero for “saving” Max and Dustin from the real killer (thank you, suspicious government people), Eddie was hauled out of Hawkins by his Uncle, the former of whom got just enough time for a quick ‘Gotta go, Wayne wants me helping out at the farm this summer,’ before he was gone.

“I told you I would be, Harrington,” Eddie says once Steve sets him back down on his own two feet.

“So what happened? Where’ve you really been?”

Eddie raises a brow, “At the farm. Like I said.”

“Okay, well, excuse me for thinking it may have been the same 'farm' my parents said my childhood dog was sent off to.”

“You think my Uncle was gonna take me upstate to shoot me dead?”

“Obviously not, dumbass, but what other goddamn reason would you, Eddie Munson, have to be on a farm. Like with cows and stuff?”

“Though the sun did you some favors,” Robin cuts back in.

And isn’t that the truth. Up close now (and letting himself look), Steve could see how Eddie’s normally dark hair and pale complexion were now sun-kissed and so well be-freckled that it sent his stomach for another rollercoaster ride.

“Yeah, Munson, you planning on keeping the blond around?” Steve teases, picking up a strand of sun-lightened hair off Eddie’s shoulder and giving it a short tug.

“I don’t know, I’m not really used to how light…”

Whatever Eddie says after that is completely drowned out by ringing in Steve’s ears because Eddie stretches an arm up to paw at the top of his head and he’s wearing a crop top.

He’s wearing a goddamn crop top under his jacket, some band tee that looks like he’d hacked off himself..and are those abs?? God damn he is so fine. It’s not fucking fair. Who does he think he is running around like Steve’s own personal wet dre–

“Holy shit.”

He couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of his mouth.

“H-holy shit, you’ve got abs, Eddie!”

‘Thank you, Robin.’ Steve thinks at her absently since his brain is completely preoccupied..

“Wha–? Oh! Yeah! Check me out, huh?!” Eddie grins wide, lifting his shirt just a bit more to show off the toned expanse of stomach. 

Steve’s mouth goes bone dry.

“And that’s not all,” Eddie says. He drops his shirt and shucks the jacket off his shoulders.

His very well sculpted shoulders.

And arms.

And oh god those hands. Steve could hear the soft scrapes of rough callouses against the leather when Eddie threw the garment onto the counter beside him and his only thought was about how they might feel against his skin..

Still beaming, Eddie flexes one, then both arms, his biceps bunching under more tanned skin. “I got a lot of ‘lifting heavy things and putting them back down again’ in over the summer.” he continues, “I’m probably stronger than you now, Harrington.”

“Ha haha, right..yeah. Robin, can you excuse us for a second?”

Steve doesn’t wait for her response before he grabs Eddie around one of those absolutely delicious biceps and hauls him through the store and out the back door.

He lets a grinning Eddie go as soon as they’re through the back door, taking a couple steps away towards the woods behind their building, and trying to calm down with measured breaths.

When he does turn around, Eddie’s stood away from the door, one hip cocked out and his arms crossed across his chest.

The grin on his face has melted down into a smirk though, and the look in his eyes is less teasing and more cautious.

Steve steps back up close to the other man, and literally starts to circle him like a shark. Scanning his eyes up and down Eddie’s body as he does.

“What’s goin’ on Stevie? Looking for some style tips?” he jokes.

Steve doesn’t answer, and starts his second cycle around his friend.

“You know, maybe get rid of some of those polos?” Eddie sounds just a bit more unsure this time.

Steve’s behind Eddie’s right shoulder when he speaks again. “You think you can barge back in after all this time, looking like that,” Steve comes around to stand in front of Eddie again, “And not expect me to react?”

Eddie grins wickedly again, and steps back at the same time Steve steps forward.

“Expect me to not want to devour you whole?”

“You expect me to want that, big boy?” Eddie says as he’s pressed between Steve and the closed back door.

Steve rears back immediately, “Shit, Eddie, I’m sor–”

“‘Cause I do.” Eddie grabs hold of Steve and spins them around, pressing the younger man back against the door instead. “Ohhh boy, do I want that.”

Steve groans as Eddie slots their hips together, “You really are a big boy, aren’t you sunshine?”

“The things I’m gonna do to you..” Steve growls out, Eddie’s jaw snapping open with his words.

They’re both startled away from the back door when Robin bangs on it, “You’ve got five minutes to get back in here before I drag you back in! It’s Friday and we’re about to get busy!” she yells through the door.

He hears her converse squeak on the tile inside the door as she heads back to the front, then chances a look at Eddie.

He looks as red as Steve feels, from the bit of his face he can see from behind the hair he holds over it.

“Eddie–”

“It’s cool, Harrington,” he wheezes out a dry laugh, glancing over at him, “Better get in for the rush before Robin comes back.

He reaches for the handle again, but is stopped short by a hand on his wrist.

“Listen, Eddie.” Steve says, giving the other man’s arm a soft tug to get him to turn around. “I may have gotten a little…over enthusiastic…”

Eddie’s face scrunches up in a weird way.

“No! Not in a bad way, unless you weren’t as into it as I was–doesn’t matter! Point is, I may have gone a little crazy, but I wasn’t faking it.”

“I don’t think guys can fake it, Steve-o.” Eddie jokes softly, a small smile on his face.

Steve chuckles just as soft, “Shut up man, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I think you do.”

“I dunno Steve," Eddie shrugs sarcastically, "You’re quite an enigma.”

“Okay, fine, here’s it spelled out for you: I am super into you.” Steve puts up a finger to stop whatever it is Eddie was about to say, “Hold on– I am bisexual, have been for a while and would like to try this..with you. If you want.”

“You gotta be more specific on what ‘this’ is, sunshine.” Eddie steps close to him once again.

Steve smirks, walking Eddie backward to the door again with both hands on his waist. Once he’s got him pressed back against the warm metal, he scoops the hair away from Eddie’s ear and holds it out of the way with a hand on the back of his neck.

He leans in, whispering right into Eddie’s ear. “I want to take you apart, Eddie.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath and Steve can feel the man’s heart hammering against his own chest.

“I want to suck you down, eat you out, and fuck you into next Tuesday.” He states, nipping on his earlobe for good measure before pulling back. 

Steve takes in Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes blown out they’re almost completely black, his chest heaving.

“I’d also like to totally romance you and date the fuck out of you, but…” he shrugs, grinning as Eddie smacks his chest lightly with a laugh of his own.

“I’m serious though, Eddie. I want this.”

Eddie’s smile falls slightly. “You sure about the whole dating thing, Harrington? You know you can’t date me for real..like in public and shit.”

Steve shrugs, “I know, but… I don’t think I’d survive something casual with you, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a breath like he’d been punched.

He takes back in a deep breath, then pulls Steve flush to him again.

“I think that sounds amend—-”

Eddie’s forehead smashes into Steve’s nose when Robin shoves the door open behind Eddie.

“Damn! I knew the door was a bad idea.” Steve says, his voice coming out nasally from where he’s pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Time’s up, Dingus, get your fruity butt inside.”

Eddie chuckles after her, leading Steve inside. “You shouldn’t tip your head back, lean forward and let it drain out.”

“Ugh, you sure? I’ll get blood all over me,”

“I’m sure, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bloody noses in my time.”

“Here,” Robin says once they reach the counter.

Steve takes the offered tissues, and soaks up the small trickle of blood.

“You still wanna date me if my nose is crooked?” he asks Eddie, who’s (sadly) shrugging his coat back on.

He pretends to think for a moment. “Sorry Stevie, that’s a dealbreaker. Even if it was my forehead what done it.”

“Ugh you’re such a dweeb, I don’t know what you see in him, Steve.”

“He’s hot, okay? And he’s still hot even after he rejected me just now.” Steve states matter-of-factly while shoving a wad of tissue into the one nostril still bleeding.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Very.”

“No, you’re gross. You guys are both gross.”

“Oh Birdie, you should've heard the things he was saying to me outside; all ‘Ooh Eddie, your muscles are so big and so is your hair and also your di—’”

“OKAY! That’s enough of that!” Steve cuts him off, pushing the still grinning Eddie toward the door, then, a softer: “Yours or mine after I’m off?” once they’re at the door.

“Definitely yours, unless you want Wayne to be privy to our shenanigans.”

“Yeah, that’s a no. Also, shenanigans? Really? You’re a super dweeb.” Steve smirks, pushing his boyfr— frien— Eddie out the front door. “I’m off at four, see you at five?”

Eddie fumbles backward over the curb but manages to catch himself, “It’s a date, Steve.”

He watches Eddie climb up into his van, and follows its path down the road and out of sight with a dreamy sigh.

“You still have tissues in your nose, Dingus.”

part 2/2 here | and on AO3!

definitely inspired by this post from @sparrowtapes

[sysmedsaresexist]

Today we're once again reminded of the levels of cruelty people are capable of.

I missed most of the drama with the bait accounts, but I want to offer some positivity and solace to those affected.

Many of you actually cared about the fake child behind the screen. You wanted to help, you sent kindness and support, and I watched many of you worry in private on discord-- everyone was very realistic about the claims. Obviously they were probably wrong, but goddamn, they needed help.

Don't be embarrassed or ashamed that you fell for it.

You are a good person, who sees good in the world.

You aren't gullible or easily manipulated.

You are still capable of trust, and you should be so proud of yourself for manging to hold on to that trait after everything you've been through.

Don't let this do further damage to you. Don't be angry with yourself, don't lose that faith in the good of humanity.

Don't let sick people trick you into thinking the world is full of only horrible people. Don't let yourself become more skeptical, because that's what they want.

Continue to believe survivors

In Canada, we have a saying.

"Better that someone abuse the system, than for someone who needs it to not have access."

Stay with me, I'm going somewhere with this.

When we talk about Universal Healthcare with Americans, this topic comes up a lot. "But people will abuse the system."

Yes, but more people actually need and use the system appropriately. You can't allow bad people to harm everyone. Everyone loses in that case.

As proof:

We pay less in taxes than Americans, and still get free Healthcare. I take home more money than you, and still get more out of it. The myth that our waitlists are months long is fake and orchestrated by American insurance companies.

Consider, for a second, how your background plays into your beliefs and skepticism regarding these topics. Maybe I was just raised to be more trusting, I don't know.

But I certainly don't think the mindset is harmful.

You can read interviews on the isstd website with clinicians that were working during the satanic panic. One interview stood out to me in particular.

Imagine for a second that you have a patient sitting in front of you. They tell you that they have dreams about being abused by a satanic cult. They give you details of these dreams and you talk through them together. For now, you're focused on how these dreams affect them. Are they losing sleep? Is their daily life affected? Anxiety? They begin to tell you about their paranoia, and how people they recognize are in the dreams.

You probe a bit deeper.

They wonder aloud if maybe it happened in real life.

How do you respond? Really think about how your response will come across.

This was the satanic panic.

The ISSTD didn't find their patients themselves. Doctors from across the world referred their patients to the ISSTD's treatment program in Chicago. The doctors at the ISSTD trusted the referring doctors, who had already done the majority of work and background gathering (meaning the ISSTD met these clients long after they had made their claims, rather than "implanting" those memories themselves). Police were involved trying to sort through all the information to find real culprits. Everyone was terrified. No one knew what was happening or who to trust or believe. It looked real.

In the back of every doctor's mind was the question, "What if they're telling the truth?"

Many doctors didn't believe their clients, but telling them that to their face would be bad practice.

This large scale hysteria was something no one was prepared for. They were flying by the seat of their pants, hoping for the best and that an answer would fall from the sky.

Yes, many of the claims were fake. Whether they were consciously made up, or stand-in pseudomemories for real abuse (a well-documented thing), and the rare cases mixed in that were genuine-- doctors tried to take their clients' claims at face value.

Imagine you tell your doctor about your abuse and they say, "that sounds a bit extreme, I don't think that's possible."

Programmed DID existed before the panic, it exists to this day. Just because you can't find the research doesn't mean it isn't there.

By claiming something specific isn't real, you also discredit the abuse leading up to it.

Let me put it another way, who cares if programmed DID is possible? Organized and ritual abuse is real. Trafficking, CSA films, war crimes, conversion groups, churches. DID is real.

Grey Faction and TST want you to stay in the mindset that it's more important to weed out fakers and malingerers than to trust people in the hopes you help just one person in a real way. They want you to be skeptical of everyone and everything in order to maintain their public image, because if you look too hard, you'll see the terrible things they have done.

GF has a bad habit of being like, "The TST doesn't take part in LARGE SCALE MURDER AND CANNIBALISM, that's not even real, it was debunked during the panic," as if to say anything less severe isn't worthy of note and also must not be real. It's surprisingly effective, and by connecting more absurd ideas with RAMCOA and the ISSTD, they manage to discredit huge swathes of the field.

Some people like to think they took the red pill, and that they've ascended to a higher level of intelligence with a new, better ability to look at things impartially, when they're really just assholes falling for bullshit. They hurt real survivors and still think they're in the right.

It's vile behavior done for cheap kicks and internet brownie points. Even 4chan types wouldn't go that far or be that pathetic.

Who else could look someone in the face and say, "I don't believe you."

They want you to think they're better than you, but which is better?

Outward and vocal skepticism and dismissal, or quiet, thoughtful reflection with the longterm goal of helping this person find their truth?

Some of you would make much better doctors than others.

The bad people aren't the ones "faking" or lying. Those people at mentally ill and still deserving of help.

The bad people are the ones who want to dismiss every claim because one person once lied about it.

Don't lose your faith. Don't let this set you back. We need more people like you.

I'm proud of you for caring about people.

What happened will further stigmatize survivors, it did real damage to people. You're not alone.

Don't let them win, you did the right things.

Stay safe, everyone.

We survived this kind of discourse once on a much larger scale. We'll do it again.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hiii i was wondering if you could write ler 3racha and lee hongjoong from ateez? like the time they wrote a song all together, maybe they notice that hongjoong is really tired but isnt sleeping so they give him soft tickles to make him more tired. and yk those pens that give u an electric shock when you press them? what if like chan had one of those on his desk in his pen cup and so he used it on hongjoong like on his ribs to send tiny shocks to him??? PLSSSS AND THANK YOUUU I LOVE UR WRITING STYLE

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: STAN STRAYTEEZ 😭💗🩷

𝙩/𝙬: soft tickling, use of electric pen (very softly), and lots of teasing

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hongjoong

𝙡𝙚𝙧: 3racha (chan, changbin, han)

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

The four men were hunched over Chan’s laptop, busy mixing up a new track and their focus was sharp and ready. 

Jisung hummed the tune every once in a while but other than that, no sound was made in the room, the silence comfortable as it echoed freely. 

Hongjoong was hunched over a notebook, looking at lyrics, but his usual enthusiasm seemed to be waning. 

“You okay?” Channie asked, patting at his fellow leaders’ shoulder as Changbin looked at the tired middle with sympathy. 

Joongie waved it off. “Yeah…just a bit tired.” He pursed his lips and continued to blink at the notebook, seemingly holding back sleep. 

“Let’s take a small break, hm?” Jisung announced, clapping his hands before standing up and sitting next to Hongjoong on the couch. 

Joongie hummed but continued to lock eyes with the writing on his page. “Let’s take five, hyung.” Hannie whispered again, and the older nodded and closed the book. 

“You look really tired…” Changbin commented meekly, but yet again, Hongjoong waved it off. “It’s fine, Binnie, just a bit sleepy as of late.”

“Well…maybe take a nap? We’ll be right here, Joong-ah.” Channie responded firmly, laying Hongjoong’s head against his chest and wrapping his arms around him gently. 

“Nono…that’s okay, hyung. Seriously, I’m fin—AH!!” He shrieked as Chan poked at his side to shut him up. 

“Oh? Is someone ticklish?” Channie cooed, and the others flushed at the teasing tone Chan had put on specifically for teasing purposes. “No…IM NOT AGH!!” He squealed again as Channie’s hand massaged into his side. “Cause it seems to me that someone is~” 

Hannie decided to help to wane his increasing lee mood, massaging into Hongjoong’s waist gently to elicit sweet giggles as the younger leader squirmed beneath their fingers. 

Changbin reached back and grabbed the electric pen, the one that normally helped keep Chan awake by sending tiny shocks through his fingers. 

“Nohohoho Ihihit’s tohohohoo muhuhuch!!” Poor Joongie giggled, frantic laughter pouring from him as Jisung moved to his belly, and Channie continued dragging his nails along his neck while holding him up by the chin. 

Changbin gently pressed the pen against Hongjoong’s ribs, calculating for a while where to keep it before gently pressing the small button that sent the shock. 

“Aaahhh nooooo!!” Hongjoong squealed and tried to slide down Channie’s hold, but the older leader held steadfast, laughs echoing throughout the room at his adorable reaction. 

Changbin continued to press the button, alternating locations and even sometimes poking the pen into the older’s belly button, and Joongie would let out a howl every time as the shocks sent unbearable tingles up and down his body. 

“Ohoho gohohoshhh!! Plehehehease I cahahahant tahahahake ihihit!!” He pleaded, trembling as Channie’s fingers moved to his collarbone and one hand shoved up his armpit, making him laugh and twist side to side. The shocks sent him spiralling into fits of giggles.

But Chan was the worst, whispering tease after tease in his ear while praising him and continuing to tickle him to bits. Hongjoong swore his face was a bright red as Channie’s words took effect on his body. 

“Awhhhh…you’re so cute, aren’t you? You like this?~” Chan cooed into his ear, gently brushing his lips against the shell of the younger leader’s ear. 

Hongjoong’s laughter filled the room, a high-pitched symphony of uncontrollable giggles. His face flushed a deep shade of crimson as Chan’s relentless teasing and tickling worked him over.

The electric pen’s tiny shocks created a cascade of ticklish reactions that drove Hongjoong to near insanity. “Bihihihieniehe plehehehease!!” Hongjoong’s pleas were interspersed with breathless giggles. He wriggled desperately in Chan’s embrace, but the older leader held him firmly, a gentle but unyielding grip that ensured the tickling continued unabated. 

Changbin expertly maneuvered the pen across Hongjoong’s ribs and belly, evoking squeals of laughter each time he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Jisung, having moved to Hongjoong’s belly, used his fingertips to trace intricate patterns into the sensitive skin that made the older leader’s laughter rise in pitch and volume. The combination of gentle fingers and the electric pen was almost more than Joongie could handle. 

“Noohohohoo—!!” Joong squealed, his voice breaking as he fought to catch his breath between fits of giggles.

 “Awhhh, you’re doing so well, Joongie~” Chan murmured, his voice a teasing purr. “You’re so cute when you laugh like this. Is this fun for you?” He paused his fingers to whisper something that made Hongjoong’s face flame red, tears welling up in his eyes. “Do you enjoy this?~”

Hongjoong could barely respond, his laughter coming out in gasps and squeaks. His body was trembling from the intense tickling, but his face was bright with a mix of joy and exhaustion. 

Chan, noticing the fatigue settling over Hongjoong, gradually eased up on the tickling. Changbin slowly reduced the intensity of the shocks, and Jisung’s fingers relaxed their rhythm on Hongjoong’s belly. The room’s atmosphere softened, and Hongjoong’s laughter turned into softer, more quiet giggles.

The four of them looked at Hongjoong with a mixture of amusement and concern as his giggles tapered off into tired breaths. Chan gently released his hold, and Hongjoong slumped against him, his exhaustion evident in the way he closed his eyes.

“You did great, Joong-ah.” Chan whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Hongjoong’s forehead. “You’re all done now.”

Changbin placed the electric pen back on the table and gave Hongjoong a gentle pat on the shoulder. “You okay there?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

Hongjoong nodded sleepily, his eyes barely open. “Yehah…just…really tired,” he murmured, his voice trailing off. Joongie’s breathing grew steady and deep as he finally surrendered to sleep. 

“I knew it would work!!” Channie whisper-yelled.

“I guess you’re always right, hyung.” Binnie sighed. 

[haziwritesstuff]

the happiest girl

But tonight, I'll be the happiest girl in the world. You'll see like it never happened.

Modern! Aemond x reader Wordcount | 1.8k Warnings | Aegon's a cheating bastard, sadness, mostly fluff.

Aegon took nothing in life serious. And your relationship with him… Was just one of those things. You loved him and you believed he loved you, to some degree at least. He just happens to love himself and his own needs more.

You were staring at the message you received on Instagram from some girl. She was claiming that she had a relationship with him. Part of you wanted to scold her but you decided against it. You always had some suspicion about it, he came home a lot later, he didn’t look at you the way he used to. Somewhere, somehow you saw it coming. But it still hurts. It feels like your heart was shattered in a million pieces and there was no one to pick them up. The apartment you shared with him did not feel the same anymore. What once was a place of happiness and comfort, is now a place of dread. Because that is what you felt right now, you dread to see him. But you had to know. Time was ticking by slowly as you were waiting for him to come home.

Finally you heard him stumble in. He wasn’t aware of anything… It was like every other day, but this one was different. You could feel a sense of foreboding, almost as if you expected it to happen, but it still hit you like a wave of bitter salt water.

As if you were drowning, struggling to keep your head above water. You saw him stumble in, drunk and unaware, yet you didn't feel rage or despair, just a deep sense of sadness and disappointment. He came towards you and sat down on the couch, still not aware that you were aware of his affair. "Hi there love," He tried to kiss you. "Don't." Your voice was cold as ice, and a chill ran through your body. He looked at you with a drunken grin and giggled. "Come on girl, it's just a little bit of fun. Lighten up!" "Aegon I know about her." Aegon's face went blank. He sat up straight and looked at you with a cold and emotionless gaze. "Her? What are you talking about?" "The woman you've been sleeping with. I've seen the messages. Don't give me any bullshit right now, I know the truth, and you know it too." Aegon swallowed – you were not supposed to find out. "I expected more from you. I thought you were better than this. But you're obviously just a coward who can't even keep his pants on. How could you do this to me, to our relationship? I trusted you and you broke it. You know what? I can't stand the sight of you right now. I'm going out. Don't expect me back."

It was cold outside, but the cold air felt refreshing after the suffocating atmosphere inside the apartment. You walked to the nearest bus stop, your tears streaming down your cheeks. You felt heartbroken and angry, and you didn't know where to go or who to turn to. All you wanted was to be held and consoled, to be taken care of and loved. But that seemed like an impossible dream, now more than ever. You wished you could turn back time and undo everything that had happened, but you knew that wasn't possible.

You suddenly felt your phone buzzing. Aegon sent you a text message, "Please come home. I want to talk. We can fix this." You read the text message and hesitated. On the one hand, you wanted to believe that he was really sorry and would change his ways. But on the other, you knew that deep down inside, he had been cheating on you for a very long time, so no matter what he said, nothing could really change that. And in all honesty you had nothing left to say. You sent him a text message back, "Don't contact me again. I'm not coming home. We're done." He responded with the usual, "I'm sorry, I promise I can change. Just give me another chance, I can't lose you. I will do anything for you."

"You're not the one who gets to cry." Tears started to fall again. You turned off your phone because you didn't want to hear any more of his excuses and lies. You stood at the bus stop, trying to calm yourself down, but all you could do was cry.

You wanted to have a drink to numb your pain and clear your head. You walked to a nearby bar and walked inside, taking a seat at the bar. You waited for the bartender to come over and order a glass of wine. “Put it on my tab.” A voice behind you spoke. Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw Aemond. You looked at him for a moment, surprised that he was here and that he was the one who offered to pay for your drink. "Aemond... What are you doing here?" He smiled at you, "I was just here having a drink with some friends when I saw you. I saw that you looked troubled, so I decided to come over and see if you're alright. I didn't think I'd see you here..." “Oh ehm… Aegon and I… We broke up…” Aemond's expression changed, becoming more empathetic. "I see... I'm so sorry to hear that. It must've been really hard for you. Do you need someone to talk to?" He didn't seem surprised, not at all. Aemond took a step closer to you and put his right arm around your back. You could feel the warmth of his body and it felt calming. He asked, "Can I tell you something?” You nod at him, you've always liked Aemond. He was different but in a good way.

He took a sip from his drink and looked at you. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't lie to you. I've always had feelings for you. I know that's not something you probably want to hear right now, but I couldn't just keep it to myself. I understand though if you're not interested in me the same way, but if you will, let me comfort you, just this one time. You need someone right now, and I'd like to be the one you turn to."

You were speechless. Aemond continued, "I know it's unfair to confess my love for you in this situation, but I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I've always had a huge crush on you, and maybe this was the universe's way of letting us know that we needed each other. I know this may not be the right time for us to begin a relationship, but if you're open to that idea, I would be more than happy to be here for you and support you through this difficult time."

It took you a while to progress all of that information. You finally find the courage to speak up, "Aemond, it's really kind of you to say all of that. I can't say I'm not tempted to take you up on your offer, but I'm still a bit shocked by everything that happened. I'm just not sure if I'm ready for a relationship right now, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be cared for and consoled. Could... could we spend some time together, just for tonight?"

Aemond smiled warmly at you, "Absolutely. I totally understand that you're in a fragile state right now, and the most important thing is for you to heal and move on from this situation. I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for. But I do want to be there for you and help you through this difficult time. Is it okay if I sit here with you for a little while? I promise I won't force any unwanted advances on you."

You suddenly realized that if you'd asked Aemond out, instead of allowing Aegon to charm you, everything would have been different. You would never have gone through the heartbreak and disappointment, and you would have had someone who truly loved and respected you all this time. The thought of what could've been started to make you feel a bit down, but Aemond's presence always had a comforting effect on you. You couldn't have asked for a better person to comfort you in this very moment.

"Tell me something funny, Aemond. I'm in desperate need of some laughter." "Hmm, something funny..." Aemond thought for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "What do you get when you cross a banana with an elephant?" "Oh god... I didn't think you'd actually try to tell me a joke!" "Well, I can't say I'm a professional comedian, but I thought it would help lighten the mood. So, what do you get when you cross a banana with an elephant?" You had such a hard time keeping yourself serious. Aemond wasn't a natural funny person but seeing him try this way... Made you feel a certain way. "Just wait for it..." Aemond looked at you with a smirk, enjoying making you laugh. "Okay, ready? Here's the punchline - you get an 'eleph-nana'!"

And for the first time in a while the tears coming from your eyes weren't from hurt or sadness, they were from laughter. The two of you sat at the bar for a while, laughing and joking and enjoying each other's company. After a while, Aemond gently placed his hand on your arm. "Would you mind if we left the bar and went somewhere more private?" Your eyes lit up when he private, "I'd love that."

You could feel the cool air on your face and you saw the stars in the sky, they were exceptionally bright tonight. Aemond took you by the hand and led you to a secluded spot, far from any noise or distractions. He stopped in front of you and looked into your eyes. "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah, you can ask me anything." "Can I kiss you?" You shouldn't want it but you wanted it so badly, you wanted him to make you feel again. “I… Yes.” You whispered. The moment you said that, Aemond quickly leaned forward and kissed you deeply. You could feel his lips against yours and the warmth of his body. It felt amazing, as if all the pain from before had just disappeared. His hands caressed your face and neck as you embraced one another. You were completely swept up in the moment, and there was nothing else besides the two of you. You could feel the rush of hormones and emotions, your heart was beating fast and your breathing was shallow. The feeling was almost overwhelming, but you wanted more. Aemond pulled you closer and his lips pressed against yours with more passion. Your hands ran through his hair and you held him tightly, as if you didn't want the kiss to ever end. Aemond broke the kiss, "Would you like to come to my apartment?" Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes and nodded your head, unable to speak.

But tonight, I’ll be the happiest girl in the world. You’ll see like it never happened.

[syeren]

HOW ARE THEY LIKE IN REAL LIFE? — JJK MEN & WOMEN.

SYEREN; mayhaps my 12 AM thoughts… but what if the characters from jjk get plopped down into the real world? whatcha think they might be like?

Gojo — 五条 悟

in all honesty…

he’s givin frat

LMAOOOOOOOO

or a rich kid with really successful parents who are either a)

architects

or b)

business owners

he also gives me the vibe that if you ask him how rich he actually is, he’ll just respond with

“i’m living comfortably xx 🫶” 😭😭😭

complains about how his body reacts to things like pollen or how his eyes get too dry throughout the day— so, he carries eye drops, lozenges, and those ointments sniffer thingys.

he also gives me the type where he looks not so concerned about maintaining good grades in academics… but he’s just NATURALLY smart

does that make sense?

he’ll just chug energy drinks to pull 3 consecutive all nighters before a final exam, and BOOM… flying colours

decides to opt for his own business and annoys utahime with how much bank he’s making

love language slowly switched from words of affirmation to gift giving, thus showering his friends with lavish gifts

right now at this point in time, he’s just berating all his friends with how much money he has

Geto — 夏油 傑

minus the whole ordeal that happened

he looks the type who would ACTUALLY get his life together 😭😭

occasionally parties, still regularly studies and does his part in group projects

he would go for philanthropy or mayhaps sociology

gojo is his one and only best friend and classmate that he somehow ALWAYS gets stuck with in every class

after graduation, he’s taking a break for himself and is travelling the world

during one of his trips in thailand, he calls up gojo to ask why tf he’s bragging abt his wealth

Nanami — 七海 建人

he’s never escaping the business world i fear LMAOOOOO

he really DOES give business i’m sorry pookie 😞

BUT, his OWN business where he’s his own boss and doesn’t have to work under someone else

he would much prefer that either way

but yeah, working class adult, has a dozen pack of beer or sangria wine in his own personalized wine cellar

often competes with gojo’s business, but decides to make a partnership in the end due to gojo’s persuasion

he’s also stuck in his office currently, looking at his phone in bewilderment to screenshots of gojo’s bank acc that gojo himself sent

Yuji — 虎杖 悠仁

average teenager

he partakes in the track team at his school and likes to exercise ALOTTT

gym buddy in question? todo

i feel like his guilty pleasure is watching mukbangs to torture himself 😭😭

he ends up being megumi’s roommate after a long time of convincing.

he tries to keep his side clean and tidy but it always ends up being an organized mess

right now, he just came back home from the gym with todo and is in choso’s apartment watching a horror series

Yuta — 乙骨 憂太

would you look at that?! average college student

LMAOOOO

definitely majors in either a) science or b) math

NOOOO WAIT

or c) computer science

overall normal kid!

i have no other words, he is also living his life to his fullest, but is very stressed out due to some big projects and tests he has coming

performance anxiety 😞

Megumi — 伏黒 恵

also another average teenager

he’s a bit more toned down tho

lil’ meg over here gives me the vibe that he also knows what he’s doing and is very present in life

he’s on top of his hw, does his chores, has a comfortable room that’s neat enough for him…

he also gives me the vibe that he does NOT GAFFFF !!!!!

protect my own peace 🙏 kind of guy

in college he makes the silent regret of dorming with yuji, the complete OPPOSITE to his own tastes but thats twin 🤞

“yuji, could you take out the trash to the lobby? it’s garbage collection today.”

“what? why me?”

“because i have a meeting through zoom with my classmates”

“then do it after?”

“yuji, my zoom call is two hours, taking out the trash will take around five minutes."

"it's actually a five minute walk down to the lobby, and another five minutes back up... w-wait, why are you holding up your slipper?"

ANYWAYS, he’s havin a good time chilling with his friends 😋

Choso — 脹相

he’s for SURE in a biker club

rides a kawasaki ninja h2r with yuki from time to time

other than that, decided to work after hs and he works in a tattoo shop next door to mechamaru’s pub

big scary big brother vibes compared to golden retriever yuji 😞🙏

currently, he’s lounging in his apartment with yuki, yuji, todo, and megumi

Inumaki — 狗巻 棘

he's too busy spending time with me unfortunately <3

im kidding

maybe not

ANYWAYYYYYYY, i feel like inumaki would have a hobby in pc games.

he would absolutely ROCK valorant

whenever he plays horror games he FORCES the rest of the squad to play with him because he's a pussy scaredy-cat

in his spare time he likes to do track or go on long runs whenever he feels stressed out from uni

forgets to shower sometimes after he runs, so he fucking reeks the day after

he's majoring in comp-sci

speaking of runs, look at him go! he’s on one right now

Sukuna — 両面宿儺

the most annoying and narcissistic man

AND SO MEAN TOO?!

yknow those tiktok comments or ig reel comments you see? yeah, those ones.

that’s him. he’s the one making those actually.

very misogynistic, controlling AND argumentative

he swears on the history of the world wars and somehow always brings it up during conflict? 💀

believes mental health is fake and violence can solve everything

prolly wholeheartedly disagrees with women’s rights with his ancient ass mentality

he’s preparing for an argument stream against mahito 😭

Todo — 東堂 葵

GYMMM RATTTTT

ALWAYS HOGGING THE MACHINES NO MATTER WHATTTT

only talks about fitness and nutrition, girls, and what his plans are for the weekend.

“nah bro, i’m all natty rn,” “i don’t use creatine,” “what?! i’m not on roids dude! just the chicken breast and asparagus with rice”

he’s also the type to look at someone a little too long at the gym, or outside

or anywhere, in fact

studies kinesiology

hope i spelt that right 😁🤞

Mechamaru — 与 幸吉

in my reality, he and miwa would be a couple

THERE I SAID IT!

he would genuinely try to be a good boyfriend while bartending in a dingy pub just two blocks away from their shared apartment.

he would be the type to spam miwa msgs on his break

lowkey wants a tattoo done by choso so he could swipe that discount 😋

Mahito — 真人

he’s known on the internet for being a controversial streamer on twitch

he also has such a shitty mic that when he screams it cuts off the sound

ALWAYS has his shirt off during the stream 😭😭

he would say the most out of pocket statements and without context, it would be the most HORRIFIC thing

so, people would clip that and post it 😟 thus, he gained a large following bc of those statements

Miwa — 三輪 霞

raves about cats and dogs to her bf and after a long, agonizing wait… they finally adopted one from the pound and this is all she has been doing

taking care of her animal child, and man child that is mechamaru

I FEEL LIKE MIWA WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE ANIMALS SO THIS IS WHAT SHE DECIDES TO GO FOR IN COLLEGE

with a minor in marine biology too :3

Shoko — 家入 硝子

i would catch her at a pub or a bar somewhere either drinking gin and tonic on lighter day, and more heavier days she would go for whiskey

if NOT, then she’s in an back alley smoking before she needs to go back to her like… 20 hour shift as a nurse.

spends most of her time at home and scrolling on her amazon shopping cart to see what else she can buy to help her busy ass life

Maki — 禪院 真希

similar to todo, but she gives me the vibe that she would train in both calisthenics and mma as a hobby

like hobby: all that stuff, and the other half is dedicated to working towards her degree in either a science like forensics or history.

she lives her life to the fullest on her terms!! really mia from social media and is training real hard everyday

right now, she’s with nobara on a shopping trip to the mall

(she did NOT wanna go, but she likes spending time with her bestie anyway)

Mai — 禪院 真依

FASHION DESIGN I REPEAT FASHION DESIGN

when i first saw mai come on screen, i also did too jus a little bit

but her aura makes me imagine that she runs a tiktok account to post fit pics onto it, has so many pinterest boards dedicated to vintage or her new obsession— office siren outfits.

also has such a GOOD spread of pictures up on instagram, like she’s THAT girl

now, she’s currently studying fashion while scourging the internet for good statement pieces like red leather kitten heels to go along with her two-piece cropped blazer and mini skirt outfit.

Mei Mei — 冥冥

hmm… 😟

teacher vibes…

but like, those english teachers that only interact positively with the popular kids

PLSSS IM SORRY OKAY, THATS THE ONLY FACTOR ABOUT MEI MEI THAT REALLY CAUGHT ME OFF GUARDDDD

APART from that

actually good at her profession, and makes sure her class is fun

the type that does NAWT give two fucks abt late hw bc she complains that “the workload will double up on her anyway”

Utahime — 庵 歌姫

bc of her personality as well as her easily irritated anger tolerance with gojo…

def a head master of a boarding school or an instructor for flight attendants

occasionally goes out for drinks with shoko, but only rants abt gojo bc of his dumbass

very good at her job, and often sees her alumni if she has time in her schedule

right now, she’s currently cooped up in her office filing out different paperwork and silencing her phone from gojo’s numerous screenshots of his bank acc 😭

Nobara — 釘崎 野薔薇

the last of the bunch for average teenagers.

nobara DOES NOT give that much attention towards school, so she opts for a general of easier course— psychology being one, because everyone else is taking it so she thinks it’s easy. two, general studies.

you can find her ALWAYS OUT for some reason?!

she gains her energy by socializing and just being outside of the house in general 😭

says it’s a ‘waste of a day.’

she’s dragging around maki to push clothes into her arms that she deems acceptable and will look amazing on her

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AN; SYEREN here! creds to @ kOmuuuug1xxx on x for the pic :3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for telling a guilt-tripper to knock it off?

I'm part of a Discord server for authors, both aspiring and published. We chat about life, discuss story ideas, share snippets, look for beta readers, give each other feedback on our query packages—the usual. We're from all over the world, so sometimes time zones don't match up, and inevitably there are members who are more active and, thus, get a bit more attention

There's this one user—let's call them Kat—who used to be fairly active and had decent interaction from other users. Around December, Kat shared a bit of their writing to a critique swap—basically a Google Drive where we could look over each other's stuff and provide feedback. They uploaded a bit late due to their schedule (GMT) and didn't get as much critique as they'd hoped, which made them a bit disheartened and they commented as much in the server. I can't blame them, since feeling ignored sucks, but I feel like complaining about it in the general channel (we have a dedicated vent channel) was a bit gauche.

Regardless, Kat continued to be active, albeit posting less frequently. Notably, most of their posting seems to be either responding to group prompts or talking about their own writing. Rarely do they respond to someone else's comments—or, hell, even replies to their own! I've seen people inquire more about stuff they've brought up, and then they just never respond. People do interact with them; they just don't interact back.

About a month ago, they messaged the server talking about recovering from illness and coming up with a story idea, asking for people to look over their first few pages. Two people responded with sympathy and interest; as far as I'm aware, Kat never got back to those people. Usually in interactions like this, someone asks for feedback, another person replies to tell them they're interested, the OP asks to DM, and the conversation goes there; Kat straight up left them hanging. After that, they only sent a few messages—a couple of replies to group prompts (those rarely have interaction from other users, though I've made an effort to react or reply to interesting responses, and I've seen a few others do the same), and another passive-aggressive comment about being ignored.

Tonight, Kat sent a message to the chat in the general channel (again, not #vent) that started with, "Whatever I've done or not done that's made me a social pariah in this group to people I thought were friends who now ignore my questions or posts, at least have a modicum of compassion and heart this message..." They then continued, talking about losing someone close to them. I do sincerely feel for them, but I can't bring myself to interact with that message in any way. Not even the heart they want. Worse, I'm entertaining the notion of telling them that while I am genuinely sorry for their loss, guilt-tripping people isn't an effective way to garner compression.

Why I WBTA: Literally they're grieving, that's such a shitty thing to do right now. Besides, they are right in that people haven't interacted with them as much ever since they asked for feedback on their work that one time. I doubt this will help anyone, let alone them.

Why I might be a JAH (I know for a fact there's no world where I'm NTA): Responses have dipped because they aren't posting as much, and moreover, since they rarely respond to people at all, it's likely that we've all learned that it's not worth it interacting with them. Besides, if I ignore them, they'll just keep guilt-tripping even more, which also isn't helpful to anyone. And again—we have a vent channel. Why they came into the place where we chitchat about our weekend plans vexes me somewhat.

I dunno. It's a very damned if I do, damned if I don't situation. WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

[goquokka00]

Stray Kids on Weed

The Seungmin Strain In which the love of their life smokes the mary jane, and they give it a shot for the first time...

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

A Few Notes: This is purely just supposed to be funny and a joke. I've also never been high and while I am friends with those who have either tried weed or do weed on the regular, I only know so much. So please just bear with me and have a good laugh, okay? Okay. Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️

If I'm going to be completely and totally hones, I don't think Seungmin would be up for trying weed at first. The fact that you smoked already was something he didn't like one bit. But he wasn't exactly aware of the many ways of getting weed in the system. And so when you introduced him to edibles that your friend had made and sent you home with it, Seungmin was willing to give it a shot, so long as you took one with him.

And you did. And let's just say you didn't regret it one bit, because Seungmin high was something that you didn't realize you had to experience until it happened.

You see, at first you didn't actually know if he was feeling the effects of the high. He was just kind of sitting there, not really reacting in strange ways like you thought he would. He was still straight faced, a bit snarky, typical Seungmin.

But then, out of completely nowhere, Seungmin started sobbing. Why? You don't know. Neither did Seungmin. And once you got him calm, he went back to being his normal self. And immediately, you figured out his high symptom.

This mother fucker was random at all hell. He would go from being so incredibly quiet, not saying a whole lot, but then right as you have a moment of silence, Seungmin will just randomly burst out laughing. There's nothing that causes the laughter, he just...does it. Same thing with any other emotion. It just happens on complete and total random.

Not only that, but Seungmin sees shit, too. That's probably why he has the random emotion shit he does. Like, one time, you asked him if he was doing okay, and he only responded with, "don't freak out, but like, you have so many spiders on you right now. You're covered, do-do you want me to go and get bug spray for that? Wait, are they poisonous?!"

Other times, he mentions that he can smell colors, or hear smells. He's just...he's not Seungmin anymore. That's for damn sure.

So, will Seungmin go back to weed? I feel like he'd only do it on very, very, very rare occasions. Maybe celebrations with only you and him, or if he's that desperate for an out. But I don't really see him doing it any other time.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

Taglist: @miss-daisy04 @kayleefriedchicken @wolfs-archive @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @wolfs-howling @rose-w-00-d

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello there!! Idk if I have already sent something in, but if I haven’t, I would love to request! May I please have the LS members’ (separate) reactions to a new member with “soulless” or “dead” eyes (basically like the anime eyes that have no shine in them), who always seems rather closed off, but at some point the members do something nice to them, and the reader blushes and their eyes just light up like the brightest stars? Sorry if this request is a lot! If it is you can ignore! But thank you so much! (I loved the housewife s/o HCs you wrote btw, they were lovely!) ❤️❤️

Ghiaccio pfp twinsies...woag- also i like this idea a lot!! this reader sounds absolutely wonderful <33 fair warning I wrote most of these while incredibly sleepy so if they're ooc that's probably why im so sorry-

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La Squadra with a reader who has soulless eyes (that light up when they're happy/flustered)

Formaggio

When he first saw you, he wasn't sure exactly how alive you were.

I mean, those empty eyes and the way you barely talked to anyone definitely had him raising an eyebrow at first.

But he quickly got used to it. Nothing was wrong with responding to a joke with a tiny smile instead of a hearty laugh.

In fact, with enough time, he grows rather comfortable around that blank stare of yours. He gives you your space, but whenever you do talk to him, he's more than happy to get the chance to hear your voice and chat.

One day, before you went out for a mission, Formaggio noticed you nearly forgot to bring something vital. He managed to catch up to you and give you the item before you left, but before he could say anything, he noticed your expression.

The color spread across your cheeks, and your eyes -Oh god, your EYES. It was like someone finally flipped on a light switch in them. They were full of life for once, and the sight had him speechless.

But- shit, right, you had to leave. With an absent-minded nod and pat on the shoulder, he began to walk away.

"No need to thank me," he shouted to you before he was out of sight - and it was true. The look on your face had been thanks enough.

Illuso

Definitely made fun of your empty eyes often. Like Formaggio he probably compares you to a zombie, but he is willing to say it out loud.

He tries to guess what your thinking and feeling all the time if you tend to not show emotion. Like he'd say things like "I bet you're pissed about that too, you just don't wanna show it."

But like. In an annoying way if that makes sense.

I'll be honest I can't think of what kind of nice thing he would do for you. This dude's section has haunted me for days, y'all.

But in the event of him doing nice for you, he notices your expression right away. boy is he surprised by it. and boy is he LOUD about it.

"Holy SHIT! You're actually alive! I managed to break that moody façade of yours?"

You might wanna walk away or hide your face before he calls the rest of the gang over to look.

Afterwards he's weirdly a bit nicer to you? He obviously wants to see your adorable expression again, but his exact intentions are unknown...

Prosciutto

Doesn't care in much of a usual way. If anything I think he would comment on how your hard to read expressions and closed off nature makes you good for the job.

So he never really bothers to think you may be any other way.

The two of you were set to go on a mission together, and he insisted you work on a concrete plan beforehand. It turns out his idea for the plan relies VERY heavily on your abilities/stand.

When you ask about it, he begins to talk about how strong your abilities are, and how perfect you would be for the job, how he has faith that you can pull it all off.

Your heart flutters at his words and with every compliment you feel heat rush to your face.

When he stops talking and notices how your eyes lit up, he's....genuinely unsure what to think.

It was all true, you were strong and the right person for the job, but we all know how he gets when he's working with someone he feels is a bit too vulnerable cough cough pesci

He doesn't worry about it for the time being - it's a one time thing after all - but he keeps an eye out for if it happens again.

Pesci

I think he is used to people thinking he looks strange/creepy, so even it might creep him out a bit, he tries to be nice about your soulless face.

Gives you your space, but this boy is sweet, it won't take long for him to do something that makes the darkness in your eyes fade away.

idk why my first thought for the moment is him baking something new and asking you to try it. You have a taste and quickly nod in approval, it's delicious.

Relieved, Pesci proceeds to let you know he made it because he remembered you mentioning [insert flavor here] was your favorite flavor. Yep, that'll do it.

He's incredibly caught off guard, seeing your eyes twinkle with appreciation - for a second he thinks you're about to cry! He stands there, unsure what to do, until either the interaction ends or you say something to him.

Is so overwhelmed afterwards no matter what happens - was that really the real you? That sweet face was really yours?

Melone

It literally doesn't matter to him - he can see right through your dead look. It's uncanny.

You could be completely stone-faced and he would find some way to be able to tell exactly how you feel about something. He'll tell you his predictions too to see if their right.

I imagine it's one of these moments that actually leads to him seeing that cute expression of yours.

It started with "you found that hilarious, didn't you?"

He was playing his guessing game again, and like every time before, he was right. You didn't even have to answer.

"You know, you're so interesting to read. You have all these little tells for every small thought, and I think you subconsciously change them a bit every time I take notice of them!" He suddenly began explaining to you.

But it didn't stop there, he began to tell you all about how he picked apart your body language, how he noticed changes in your emotions over the entire time he's known you. "You're.... fascinating to watch."

It's not until he finishes talking that you both realize you've been staring at him with a completely uncharacteristically bright look of wonder. Then it's his turn for his face to light up, pointing at the blush on your cheeks.

"So you do like how I watch you! I knew it."

Ghiaccio

"The hell are you giving me that look for!?"

Of COURSE he takes it personally a lot - especially if you're supposed to be listening to his rambling. He isn't exactly thinking straight, so he just thinks your blank stare is some kind of insult.

But beyond that, it's rare he'll get on your ass about it.

Over time, I think he might even find you a reliable person to spew all his ranting at, if you don't complain at him or cause a fuss.

Maybe even at some point, perhaps if you've been getting picked on especially hard by Illuso, he'll ask if you have any ranting to do.

"What!? That prick has got to be getting on your nerves, doesn't that make you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT FACE FOR!?"

You're gonna have to end up explaining yourself or else he won't stop asking you. When you do, he'll scoff, saying he barely did anything. At least you won't have him blabbing about it to the others, you both know it would get real annoying real quick.

If you specifically ask him to keep it secret, he'll nod, and you swear you see him smile at you.

Risotto

This man also looks pretty damn unapproachable (love him tho <3). He has the least amount of problems with how you are.

Like Prosciutto, he thinks your closed off nature is good for the job. But he never brings up that sometimes he wishes you were a little more open.

One day you return from a mission. It went smoothly. Enough. Okay, you had managed to get the deed done, but you had gotten injured in the process. In order to not endure lecturing from any of your teammates, you quickly dismissed everyone's questions about the mission and looked for things to treat your wound with, hiding it from everyone else.

In the middle of hastily wrapping up the bloody injury, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and soon after you head Risotto's voice. He warned you that you weren't treating the wound carefully enough.

He didn't scold you- a scolding wasn't going to help the sting and the crimson staining your skin. No, he asked if he could take care of the wound for you.

You felt your face heat up as he helped you, but although you were sure he noticed the look on your face, he made no mention of it. Just tended to your wound, and told you to tell him about any issues with a mission next time.

Afterwards you two agreed you would give him specifics later. You thanked him and that was that.

Walking away from you, Risotto replayed your expression in his mind....how cute.

[satninroses]

Caught In The Act

(A/N): Almost done with the old fics! I’ll be onto some old requests and some new ones as well. Thank you to everyone who has stuck along! I love you very much!! As usual, I hope you enjoy it :-)

Summary: You and Elvis get caught in the deed by Gladys. You get lightheaded and pass out.

Pairing: Elvis(Austin! Elvis) x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,857

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Penetration, (F. Receiving) Riding, Fingering, Swearing, Mentions of Passing out, Mentions of injuries, Crying, Slight Angst.

Your meeting with Gladys had been quick. At that moment, she was cooking dinner for the family in celebration of your arrival. She gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek and you both talked for a few minutes. Elvis was getting antsy and bratty so she sent you on your way. You wanted to talk to her a little bit more but Mr. Impatient in the pink button up couldn’t contain himself. He practically dragged you by the collar up the stairs and to his bedroom. Once you stepped in, he shut the door.

In an instant, his hands were all over you. He raked his fingers through your hair and slid them down your back. His hands met the small of your back where he pushed you into him- hard. He wanted to be as close as possible to you. While one of his hands stayed on your back, the other found its way to your ass and gave it harsh slap. You let out a surprised yelp and gave him a fake-annoyed look. Your pursed your lips at him and squinted your eyes.

“I think that’s enough hitting for one night Mr. Presley.”

“I don’t think it’s enough.”

His lips slammed into yours in a animalistic and feverish kiss. His hands came together again and began to unbutton the blouse portion of your dress. You had already kicked your heels off to make the process easier and quicker for him. He got to the last button and harshly shoved the top of the dress of your shoulders and onto the floor, leaving you in your lacy bra and panties.

“It’s like you knew. Good play doll.”

He disconnected from the kiss and pushed you onto the bed. He also made quick work of his clothes as well leaving him in just his boxers. He got on top of you and pulled you into another kiss again. Both of his hands snaked their way around your back to unlatch your bra and let your twins go free. He then slid his hands down and removed your panties. His hands found their way to your pussy where he paid the most attention.

You bucked your hips into his hands while he rubbed fast circles around your clit. He pulled away from the kiss to attach his mouth to one of your nipples. You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other one raked through his soft jet-black locks.

“Mmm.. Elvis. Please stop teasing! Please just give it to me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled away from your body completely to stand upright. He removed his underwear and threw it down into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing. He grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled it over the length of his cock. He stood back up and pulled your legs so you were right near his aching cock. He spit in his hand and stuck two fingers into your hole.

“Oh! Elvis! Could have warned me!”

He chuckled and pulled out. “Sorry Darlin’. Just couldn’t help myself”

Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his cock; submerged himself into you fully. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the pornographic moan that escaped your mouth.

He didn’t wait for you to warm up to him. He went straight in- rough and fast.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex with him before. Usually he tries to ease you into it by going slow and gentle but tonight was just one of those nights. You weren’t mad at him and it’s not like it hurt. Quite the opposite actually. It felt so good. Maybe a little too good.

“Fuck! Take it baby. Take this fat cock come on, moan for me pretty girl.”

You let out soft moans that had a hint of pain laced into them. You were feeling a little woozy and light headed. You thought this was just a part of it.

“Yeah! Yeah you’re such a pretty little slut. Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock? Say it! Say you’re gonna cum!”

His grunts were on the verge of barbaric. You wanted to groan in pain and tell him to stop but you just couldn’t.

“Mmm. Elvis I’m gonna cum. Please make me cum! Uhh you’re so thick please make me cum E!”

Elvis increased the speed and strength of his trusts. He gripped your thighs and pushed them up as far as he could go to get a better angle of your G-spot. Once he found it, he didn’t stop hitting it. Your eyes were so far in the back of your head that you could practically see your brain.

Your senses were invaded by him. All you could see and hear and feel was him. And you loved it.

“I’m so close! Oh god, Elvis! Please make me cum GOD!”

With one final thrust he pushed you over the edge and into cloud nine. He didn’t stop his ministrations though. He kept fucking you through your orgasm until you saw stars.

While you couldn’t deny that this was the best you had ever felt, your lightheadedness was taking over. You felt like you could pass out right then and there.

He pulled out and breathed for a moment. “Are you ok?” You nodded slowly before sitting up. When you sat up, you didn’t feel his seed leak out of you like it usually did. “Wait, you didn’t cum?”

He smiled bashfully. “No. I wanted to try something new with you. I want you to ride me.” Your heart pounded in your chest at the confession but so did your head. You really didn’t want to press your luck with his headache but you also didn’t want to leave him to count on his right hand to finish the job.

You nodded again before moving next to him on the bed. “How do I do this?” He’s hand grasped yours. “Go ahead and get on top of me. I’ll help you out. You wanna make that that pretty cunt is right over me. I’ll take it from there and then I’ll tell you when to sit on it, ok?” You nodded at his direction.

You did everything he asked you too. You sat over his cock and slid it along your sensitive folds. You finally found the hole and began to push down. You kept going until you bottomed out on him. In this new position, it felt like he was reaching new spots inside you that had never been discovered before.

“Try to bounce on it or move your hips. If you need help, let me know, ok?

You flashed him a knowing smile and began to gently pump yourself up and down on him. His moans from beneath you were deep and guttural. His hands found their way to your hips and began to slam you down on his cock.

You were getting that feeling again. That floaty feeling like you were being suffocated, but this time it was much stronger. You pressed your hands onto his chest to ground yourself but you were already too far gone.

Just then, the door to the room swung open. In walked Gladys. “Elvis, baby! Dinner is re-“

Simultaneously, you three screamed. You tried to cover yourself but it was too late. The scare that had been set upon you pushed you over the edge and you passed out.

Elvis not realizing that you had passed out let you lay limp on his body as he pulled out. As soon as he let you go, you fell off the bed and onto the floor where you hit your head.

Gladys stood paralyzed at the door. She could not believe what she was witnessing. She almost passed out as well when she heard Elvis.

When you fell, his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a loud groan. He stood quickly and bent down next to you. “(Y/N)?! (Y/N)! Wake up sweets!” He jostled your body in an attempt to wake you up.

Gladys rushed over to be of some assistance. “Did she hit her head? If so, how hard?”

“I-I don’t know! I just let go of her and s-s-she fell off!”

In that moment, it had dawned on him the gravity of the situation. He was kneeling next to your hickey covered body, naked, in front of his mom. His cock bobbed gently and was so achy. He wanted to cum so bad it hurt.

Elvis let out a sob and leaned his head next to yours. “I’m so sorry mama. I didn’t mean for you to s-see me like this.”

Gladys didn’t care that her son was naked and erected in front of him and that his girlfriend lied passed out on the floor. “Baby it’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna get you both cleaned up and we’re gonna get her all patched up. Just take a few breaths in for me and go out on some clothes.”

He nodded and stood up to exit the scene quickly. Gladys stayed by your side and attempted to administer CPR to you. Miraculously, it worked! Your eyes fluttered open slowly and your hand went straight to cover your eyes because of the brightness.

Once your eyes adjusted to everything, you finally took in the scene ahead of you. You were naked, covered in hickeys and bruised finger prints in front of Elvis’ mom. Your hands raised to cover yourself.

“Oh g-god! Mrs. Presley I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry! This is so unladylike.” She placed a hand to your mouth. “It’s ok. Elvis will be back with some Tylenol and water for you. For now, let’s get you dressed and back into bed.”

She helped you up off the floor and slowly walked you to the bed. She helped you button up one of Elvis’ shirts and put your panties back on.

Elvis returned to the room with medicine, water, and a pair of his pajama pants for himself. Once he saw you up and conscious, he made a beeline for you. He put the items down before wrapping his arms around you. “(Y/N), baby! You’re ok! Im so sorry I let this happen. I should have been more careful.”

You smiled gently and grasped his hands into your hands. “It’s ok. I should have said something. It’s not you.”

He hugged you harder and you hugged back; albeit weakly. Gladys stood from where she was stationed at the bed. “I’ll give you guys some time. Dinner is ready and on the stove if you want any.”

Elvis turned to he was facing his mother. “We’ll come down in a minute. Thank you mama.”

Gladys smiled and let out a chuckle. “Any time baby.” She turned to walk out by stopped in her tracks right outside the door.

“Oh, and..?”

Elvis listened intently for what was to come out next.

“Please be safer next time.”

You and Elvis let out tired and knowing laughs.

“You can say that again.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So it seems like your requests are open? Cool! I have an idea for COTL! Lamb! Reader is Narinder's chosen vessel rather than the Lamb, and they're EXHAUSTED after everything that's happened. So when Narinder summons them, they say "what if I say "no?"" Narinder just goes, "what?" And they respond "listen, I just died, watched my entire race die, and have been running for my entire life. Can I at least have a break before I get thrown into this?" I just thought it would be funny XD

"Come closer. Fear not, for though you are already dead....I still have need of you."

Standing silently in the white void, you gazed up at the giant feline bishop--a god chained as you, a sacrificial lamb, were now. His arms were stripped to the bone, iron clasps keeping him shackled to the ground and preventing him from freely moving them around too much.

Yet despite him being imprisoned like some caged beast...he seemed no-less revering, and you couldn't help but admire him..

Even if he is the reason you were sent to your death.

Lambs all over the Old Faith were murdered in cold blood, their children snatched and butchered and their villages sieged by the fanatics of the five ruling Bishops. You had been on the run for weeks, without knowing why exactly they targeted your kind specifically.

What did such peaceful wool-covered creatures ever do to deserve this sort of horrible fate?

Only after they have captured you did you realize you were the last living lamb...and that the Bishops put all the others to the blade for one reason:

A prophecy.

A prophecy that spoke of their banished brother--the "One Who Waits"--being freed from his chains by a lamb who'd serve as his vessel and destroy the ways of the Old Faith from the inside out.

For that, the Bishops left none alive in hopes of stopping the prophecy from ever taking place, wanting to ensure the "heretic" stayed in captivity forever.

However after your execution, their plan seemed to have gone awry...considering you, a lamb, stood before the very person they desperately didn't want you to see.

"Those foolish Bishops thought they could keep you from me in death, but instead they sent you straight to me!" Narinder boasted. "I will give you life again, but at a price."

You nervously gulped. "And..what would that be?"

"All I ask is for you to start a cult in my name. Do we have a deal?"

".....what if..I said no?"

"....what?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion, surprised that you didn't readily agree to his offer like other vessels before you. They all jumped at the chance to come back to life..but not you. He began to feel a little insulted.

"Do you take me for a liar, little lamb?" He sneered. "Have you no desire for vengeance against the ones who senselessly destroyed everything you knew and loved? Believe it or not, I can give you that power-"

"I-I absolutely believe you, my lord." You quickly backtracked, kneeling down in respect. "I want that more than anything. It's just...so much has happened all at once. My village burning down, my capture, my death...I haven't known peace until I was sent here. I think..t-taking a small breather first would help me feel better prepared to start a cult in your great name..."

You felt like you rambled a bit too long for his liking, seeing as his stoic expression didn't once waver. Even the smaller cat guardians flanking him hadn't moved an inch, although the one in a white cloak did open his eyes, flashes of concern in them.

Yet Narinder's silence was most discomforting, as you feared that you've angered him and he was going to revoke the offer.

Bowing your head even lower, you squeezed your eyes shut, trembling. "Forgive me, I-I spoke out of turn. I..don't think I'm the right fit to be your vessel-"

However you stopped all movements as you no longer felt the weight of the chains holding you down. And you realized they had disappeared, allowing you to move your arms freely.

Although your neck still ached tremendously...at least the clasp wasn't crushing it anymore.

"No. You are the one I need...for it cannot be anybody else." His voice purred, causing you to look back up at him. This time his gaze seemed softer. "I seldom know what has transpired in the realm of the living..seeing only mere glimpses of certain events. But you've given me better understanding of your tragic circumstances. So I will allow you a brief moment of tranquility to prepare you for your task ahead."

You lightly gasped, smiling as you jumped up into a standing position, hands clasped together in relief. "Oh, thank you so much-!"

"Do not assume I shall always be this charitable." His voice went right back to being condescending. "Take gratitude that I permitted this...and do not ask me for anymore favors henceforth. When you lead a cult, you may not always get "breathers"."

"..I-I understand." You rubbed your neck bashfully. "I appreciate this a lot."

"So I reckon we have a deal? When you're ready, I will guide you on what must be done, and you shall take the Red Crown atop my head to fulfill your mission."

"Very well. I shall gladly serve you and repay the debt I owe."

Narinder blinked, silent for a few long moments, before he grinned wickedly, sharp teeth spreading from ear-to-ear. All three of his eyes seemed to glow brighter.

"Excellent. You understand what must be done and already show such strong devotion to me...you'll be my finest vessel yet."

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

Snow fall ♡ peeta mellark

pairing : peeta mellark x implied female!reader (can be read as gn!reader)

cw: barely edited, no use of y/n, suggestion on cannon typical violence, kissing (not very descriptive lmao), I wrote this a loooong time ago so hopefully it's proper english

Trope: friends to lovers

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: you have just found Peeta as it has just been announced that there can be two victors if they are from the same district and as night begins to fall it starts to snow in the arena...

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You and Peeta were sat breathing in the moment of peacefulness that drifted over the cruel, harsh and unforgiving arena. As you let out a sigh a gentle snow flake drifted down from the heavens and layed calmly on the floor. One by one more snowflakes fell encapsulating the same calm aura that descended with the snow.

"I love the snow." Peeta stated as almost a whisper. you turned to face him, coming out of your almost mesmerized state as you watched the snow fall. "Why?" You asked, your eyes alight with confusion, you couldn't understand why someone who spent their whole life in district twelve loved the snow; after all it was the savage winters that claimed the most lives and left families distraught, hungry and freezing. It wasn't somthing to live, it was somthing to fear.

"It reminds me that beauty can lie in even those who appear cold," he turned his head, giving you a weary soft smile, "a bit like you."

you scoffed, "no. i-" you paused unable to find the words to respond, "maybe a long time ago but not now, I've seen too much..." you contemplated your next words very carefully. "Besides," you said in a soft whisper, "I've got too much blood on my hands. If... if by some god sent miracle i make it out, we make it out of this hell hole they will adorne us with jewels and other useless displays of wealth, they may mend my face and figure to fit their liking, but... but after this," you vaguely gestured to your surroundings, "after the games, after the amount of innocent lives i have taken, the lives i couldn't save," your words began to waver as your frame began to shake. "I will forever remain ugly on the inside for what i have done."

"You don't have a choice, none of us have a choice, we have to kill or we die our self, it's unfair but we have to."

"No." You stated, your voice reduced down to a whisper, yet it still possessed a fiery determination. "There is always a choice."

"We don't there are rules in place-"

"I don't give a damn about the rules." you spat. "Look where following the rules got us! Fighting for our lives killing innocent people who are a product of an unfair system that everyone is expected to comply with!" Peeta watched as the determination and desperation grew in your voice. You were right it wasn't fair but he knew the more you spoke about your hatred for the capital the harder the game makers would work to get you killed. And he wouldn't, he couldn't, let that happen.

"Okay, okay, i get it. The rules are stupid the hunger games are stupid but right now, at this very moment we need to focus on getting out alive. Then you can go one your adventures to destroy the patriarchy or whatever," Peeta dismissed with a light hatred wave of his hand, which made you let out a small laugh. "Well i never," Peeta smirked, " ladies, gentlemen and anyone in between the great warrior from 12 actually knows how to laugh," he said as if he was announcing a great discovery to a thousand people, which depending on who they were broadcasting at this moment could be very true. "Oh shove off," you jeered, giving newt a light push on his shoulder. To your surprise he caught your hand, and kept a hold of it as if it were precious cargo. His fingers dipping in and out of the grooves of your knuckles keeping at a regular rhythm providing a sense of comfort and solidarity among the cold and forbidding world.

your eyes were glued on Peeta and you realized how deeply he cared for you and for everything he does in life. He liked the snow because of the beauty that can be found in the cruelness, because at the end of the day he always valued the fragility of life, he had a close call with death before, after all they are in the hunger games, he knows that life is inconsistent and irregular but always manages to find the beauty in that. It was as if you were seeing him for the first time. Peeta was widely regarded as perfect in district twelve, he is kind, clever, beautiful, a merchant's boy. you had always been so careful not to fall for people in your district, there was always too much to do, you had little time to spend with your friends, you had responsibilitys, just like everyone else in the seem. But here, this very moment your mind seemed to almost shift, being here with Peeta felt right. It felt like it was meant to be.

your eyes hovered on Peeta's face as the dull moon hung in the sky and illuminated his features. He was still tightly holding your hand, his thumb weaving in between your knuckles with the same rhythm as before. It was as if you were in a trance, your thoughts could go on no longer than two seconds before they drifted back to Peeta. you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment, and the rhythm of Peeta's thumb over her knuckles stopped.

Before you could ask what he was doing as he heard him edge closer to you, you felt his arms wrap around her from behind, your protests falling silent as you were drawn back against his chest. you swallowed thickly then let out a shaky breath when Peeta dropped his chin onto your shoulder. "What are you thinking about?" he asked,placing his words carefully as if he was somehow afraid at this very moment. you knew without having to look at him or even ask him out loud, that he was waiting for you to pull away, to put up a fight or even indulge him in a sarcastic comment.

But you didn't.

It made all the sense in the world for you to push him away and demand what on earth he thought he was doing. It made no sense whatsoever for you to relax in his arm and lean back on him, feeling the warmth of his chest ease your mind.

And It also made no sense for you to answer so truthfully, "you." He breathed out a satisfied huff against your neck and the ticklish sensation was what cut through it all; you felt as if you needed to push away from his, to stop losing yourself in this twisted fairy tale but you couldn't. Peeta's arms tightened around you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Still, you turned in his arms, not drawing too far back, but not submitting ether. You were torn. Part of you wanted to give in, part of you refused to do so.

Reading the conflict in your eyes, and knowing that you needed calming, he grasped your chin, lifting your head towards him and kissing you. All too soon he pulled away, but he didn't dare avert his eyes, not even when he said softly, "we can win this together, they said as long as we are from the same district there can be two winners and i'm not going to lose you."

You didn't know how to vocalize what you wanted to say, you didn't know how to let him in, you didn't know how to tell him you felt the same. You drew him towards you and kissed him again. It was enough. For him, it was always enough. And for the whole of Panem, district twelve had created one of the most unlikely love stories to unfold within the hunger games. 

[princessofmarvel]

Enchanted

 summary | renfield falls for the girl in his support group, when she defends herself and him against dracula by using her powers. 

pairing | robert montague renfield x witch!fem!reader!

wc | 985 

genre | fluff! with just a little bit of angst! 

warnings! | none! just not proofread and some violence! 

requested? | yes! thank you so much! i had so much fun writing it!  author's note! i I am going through my requests and finishing them up, so if you have sent one in I am getting to it I promise! This is a part of my "swift series" so go check out the rest of those if you like! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

   Renfield had just gotten to the support group, he ran inside the gym to warn everyone that they needed to leave and they needed to leave now. He thought that he had made it in time until Dracula was invited inside. He started killing all of Renfields friends one by one, until he got to the girl that always sat in  the back, and never spoke up. Dracula found himself not being able to kill the girl, being stopped by an invisible force field. 

  “Leave him alone.” The girl said in a voice much stronger than anything Renfield had ever been able to get out to Dracula before. 

  “Or what? You think your power can stop me?” Dracula responded, trying to break through her force field again. Except this time though, Dracula was thrown backwards and into the wall when he hit it this time. 

  “Get out.” She said, going to stand over Dracula, daring him to try something again. Then Dracula looked at Renfield, and then back to the girl, before he heard the very distant sounds of sirens, due to his super hearing, and left in the form of bats. 

  The girl turned around, to see Renfield leaning over the bodies of their friends who had been torn from the inside out. 

  “This is all my fault.” She heard him mumble as she went to lean down next to him, seeing if there was anything that she could do to help him. 

  “No it isn’t, don’t blame yourself for the things that prick does.” She said, gently placing her hand on his back. 

  “That was incredible, how you stood up to him.” Renfield said, finally looking up at her, and meeting her eyes, he wondered how he had never really noticed her before. “I would ask you more, but you need to leave before the police get here.” 

  “I’m not leaving you like this.” She said seriously. She could not say anymore before Renfield cut her off. 

  “Now, (Y/n), go home, and lock yourself in, use your magic to defend yourself until I give you the all clear.” He said, looking up at her, practically begging her. She was almost thrown off guard by how he knew her name. “Please.” 

  “Fine.” She said standing up, grabbing a piece of paper, writing her number and address down on it before pushing it into his pocket. “You come get me if you need any help.” She said to him, waiting for a nod before she left. She knew that she could be no help to him if she was sitting in jail. 

  It wasn’t until the next day, when she turned on her tv after just having taken  her morning shower, when she saw that on the news, a bloodied Renfield in the background of a news report on the lobos finally being taken down. She grabbed her keys and made her way down to where the news was taking place. 

  “Robert?!” Was all Renfield heard in a worried yell of his name, before he saw her running towards him, and what looked like a small first aid kit in her hand. 

  “Woah, woah, steady now.” He said when he got up, and grabbed the girl's shoulders so she wouldn’t fall over. \

  “What the hell happened?!” She asked while opening her kit, and taking a small cleaning wipe out of its packaging and getting the blood off of his face, hoping that none of it would reveal any wounds. “Are you alright?” 

  Renfield calmly explained everything as he had her sit with him, and let her get the blood off of his face, before he asked her for a favor. “I need your help in bringing our friends from the support group back.” 

  “You what?” The girl quickly knew what he met, when he got her to help him and Rebecca, bring all of the bodies back into the gym, and had her help them cover everyone's wounds in Dracula's blood the next day. 

  “I can’t believe all of this happened in the span of two days” The girl said while letting out a laugh, as she and Renfield left the meeting that day. 

  “I can’t believe you’re a witch.” He said while walking on her left side, blocking her from the road. 

  “Yeah, it runs in my family, we’ve been witches for generations now.” She said while looking up at him and finally getting a good look at his face. 

  “I would love to hear more about it, perhaps over dinner?” He asked, stopping in front of her car. “Unless you are involved of course.” 

  “No! No! I would love to! I broke up with the reason I go to the group a few weeks ago, I still go to try and work on myself.” She said while unlocking her door. 

  “How about 8:00 tomorrow at that new Italian place down the road? I still have your address so I can pick you up” Renfield asked, he actually wasn’t aware of the new italian place until last night, when he was asking Rebecca for advice on how to ask you on a date. 

  “That sounds great.” She said while beaming up at him. 

  “I’m really happy to have met you.” Renfield told her as he closed her car door for her. He didn’t know why he had blurted it out, he just felt the need to tell her after all of her help with Dracula. 

  “Same here.” She said as she rolled her window down. “It’s a date?” 

  “It’s a date.” Renfield said as she smiled and pulled onto the road. Once he could not see her car anymore, he pulled out his phone, and told Rebecca the news while she insisted on helping him decide what to wear for the date tomorrow. He simply could not wait for 8:00 tomorrow when he would get to see her beautiful face again.  

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