#until then I just have to laugh and find all of this deeply entertaining

[polin-erospsyche]

So somewhere you mean to tell me that there’s a secret vault of intimate scenes cut from season 3 and they’re just keeping them to punish us all? But there’s actually no real concrete proof that these scenes do exist in the first place, just people saying things online? Like no proof, receipts, tabs

I find it a little funny but ok. I guess the next step would be to raid this secret stash of porn Netflix hid somewhere 😂

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Delicate

Homelander x F! Reader

Summary: You and Homelander have been official for a while now, but you have yet to understand why things never went beyond a certain line.

Warnings: slight angst, slight manhandling, somnophilia, masturbation, explicit smut, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex

A/N: not proofread as always bc I cringe at my own writing. take it or leave it

Homelander had never learned how to be gentle.

Of course he knew how to touch someone without breaking them if necessary, but there's limits to his self-restraint. Especially when it came to the intimate kind of encounter.

This sadistic side of his was an expression of his desperate need for control, an inability to truly let himself fall and be vulnerable with another person.

For decades his mantra was that normal humans only exist for supes' - and mostly his - entertainment. Your weakness was his thrill, the sheer difference in power so ridiculously high that you might as well be filthy bugs - and Homelander was like a cruel child with a magnifying glass.

Usually his mates were supes themselves and even they could barely handle his violent urges, but you are a mere human. So fragile and precious that it terrified him at times.

What if he loses control in the heat of the moment? What if he breaks you? Or even worse: What if you see him for the monster he really is and run away like everyone eventually does?

A while ago Homelander heard the story about Ice Princess' fling, some Vought employee nobody. She accidentally froze his penis off during climax. Hilarious, honestly. The first time he heard this story he had a very good laugh, and he still can't look that guy in the eye without cackling when he passes him in the hallways.

But now, being romantically involved with one of those weaklings himself, the possibility of something similar happening to you made his stomach turn...

...but of course, as Homelander always does, he chose to ignore the problem at hand instead of addressing it.

Why bother with an unpleasant conversation if he can just prolong this innocent, chaste bond for as long as possible? He'd rather have you like this than unnecessarily putting you into harm's way.

You on the other hand slowly but steadily grew impatient with your boyfriend.

At first you thought he was merely being chivalrous, but it's been three months and still nothing. He's famous, so you had involuntarily learned about his past affairs - and he's definetly not old-fashioned.

Then why is he hesitating so much?

Most of the time you don't dare talking about what's bothering you, simply because any issue of yours seemed so insignificant compared to the horrible things John's been through.

Admittedly, he once literally lasered a guy's head into mush just for throwing a can to his son's head. So while his reactions can be a bit unpredictable, John cares so deeply about the few people he loves that you want to spare him any more trouble.

Unhealthy way of handling things, admittedly.

Last week you had planned it all out: What you could only describe as the perfect date was supposed to continue in his apartment, and you could literally see all blood flow from his brain to nether regions as you entered the bedroom in finest lingerie.

Anyways, you had initiated several times up until now, and initially he'd always go along with it. However as soon as your make-out-sessions turn more heated, he'd abruptly end them and practically storm off.

Everything went so well at first, with you straddling his waist and tentatively grinding against his lap. His hands moved against his will as his resolve crumbled, finding the curves of your body and relishing in the feeling of your exposed skin under his gloves. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to go all out, fearing dangerous consequences.

A proper dosage of pain can function as aphrodisiac, at least in your opinion. So you didn't tell him to stop, in fact your senses were too clouded by desire to even notice the way his fingers dug into the cushion of your hips.

Yet there was just the tiniest microexpression, just the fraction of a second where your heart sped up and your face contorted in pain...

...and Homelander, shocked with himself, threw you so frantically off of his lap, you landed face firsr on the floor instead of the bed.

Against all reasoning, you laughed hysterically at his not-so-subtle rejection, and god knows you'll tease him about it until forever. But also, understandably, on the inside you were as hurt and confused as never before.

Doesn't make it any better that your boyfriend had been avoiding you like you were the goddamn pest ever since.

Just like today, when Homelander comes home to you way past midnight, double checking with his x-ray-vision whether you were already fast asleep.

John was aware that this topic has been tormenting you for a while now, and while he never intended to hurt you - quite the opposite, really - he also clung to this pleasant illusion he had created with you.

Lucky at cards, unlucky in love, or so they say.

The course of his life had convinced him that all remotely good things happening to him will be taken away again. A farce prepared by destiny itself just to mock him, maybe evening out the scales since he had been blessed with too much power.

On days as shitty as this one however, nothing compares to having someone to come home to - even when he made sure that you weren't awake to confront him. He tosses his boots aside, grateful for you to be a sound sleeper as they fell to the floor with a loud thump.

Your boyfriend's heart sinks as he pulls up the blanket, being greeted by a handprint-shaped bruise on the side of your hip. Seems like it still hurts too much to sleep on that side. His fingertips run over the dark purple-ish mark, a pained groan escaping your throat when he gives in to the temptation to squeeze your ass.

He really is the worst.

Homelander freezes until he's certain you continue sleeping undisturbed, the sound of his own heart hammering against his chest drowning out all other noise. His palm is still lingering on your body, running up and down your sides and earning relieved sighs in return.

Before you'd feel his excitement too much, he manages to tear his body away from you, his erection twitching painfully as he rolled onto his back.

John really had pure intentions when he embraced you from behind, simply wanting to distract himself and fall asleep while cradling you in his arms - yet instead his already hard cock buries itself neatly between your thighs, the friction making him utter vile things.

Damn it Y/N, why the fuck do you always sleep in underwear only?! Is it to taunt him or to test his limits? Because it's working.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as he spread his legs wide, cock already leaking precum when he ran his thumb across the slid. He grabs it fiercely, pumping hard to make quick work of it, while roaming every inch of your skin he can get his other free hand on.

"Need some help with that?"

Shit.

ShitshitshitshitSHIT!

Seems like he was a little too busy with getting off - so much that even his heightened senses didn't catch you waking up to this scene. Your boyfriend had a habit of sleeping naked, so right now there was none of what he did left to the imagination.

"Heyyy sweetheart..." John tried to put on his trusty showman attitude, an awkward grin stretched across his face while trying to cover himself with the next best pillow. "Sorry babe, didn't wanna wake you up. Just go back to slee-"

"And miss out on the show?" you chuckle half-sleepily and he wants to die. He's done worse things in his life, way worse to be precize - so why is he fucking shy nowy just because you caught him? "Aww, you're blushing." He contemplates lasering your lips together to make you shut up.

"C'mon, John, I know you're holding back for some reason, but we don't have to go all out." Shuffling closer to your boyfriend, you give him those damn doe-eyes he can never say no to. "And I'd love to lend you a hand, if you know what I mean."

John instinctively closes his eyes as your face moves closer, lips eagerly awaiting yours...

...but just when you were about to touch him, he takes a hold of your wrist. "Y/N, I-" he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. "Just- just let me go to the bathroom, okay?"

You frown. Worse, the humiliation makes tears dwell in your eyes. Pushing your partner is wrong, but without context you really start doubting yourself here.

Suddenly the stench of fear was lingering in the air, and your heart starts racing like a hummingbird. Trying to calm yourself was a fruitless attempt in front of a man that could perceive almost anything, even your pathetic strangled sobs.

So he was right: You're afraid and maybe even disgusted by his behavior, and just offered yourself to placate him.

Maybe he should just snap your neck to escape the inevitable heartbreak.

"A-Are you cheating on me?"

"Huh?" That question caught him off guard. He was prepared to hear anything, seriously all kinds of insults or accusations, but that? "Are you dense? Why the fuck would I cheat on you?"

And that's when it dawns on him: You are scared - but not of him.

To your defense, he did have a reputation of not being able to keep it in his pants. Maeve had remarked that fact more than once so you wouldn't forget. And him constantly being swarmed by the prettiest celebrities didn't do any good to your self-esteem either.

You're scared of him leaving you.

"Then what is it?" you sniveled, shrinking into yourself as you hugged your own legs. Seeing you like this and knowing he's responsible was somehow even worse than his earlier apprehensions. "You always react as if you got burned whenever we touch. Did I do something wrong, or- or am I not attractive enough?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" John scoffs in an almost irritated tone, unable to refrain from rolling his eyes. Comforting people didn't really come easy to him, even if he hated himself for not being able to let the shielding facade drop just this once. "You're gorgeous and you know that! C'mon, you women are always causing arguments out of thin air. Stop making this about yourself, would y-"

Seeing your glossy eyes turn into a glare at his ramblings made him shut up immediately, but the damage has already been done. "You know what, I'll-" For a while, you sit on the edge of the bed thinking and with every passing second of silence, Homelander's anxiety skyrockets. "I think it's better if I sleep at my own place for a while."

That's exactly what he's talking about, damn it! The line between control and insanity is a thin thread, and he is not willing to take any chances - when it comes to you at least.

"No!" he almost screams at you, jumping up from the bed and pointing a warning finger at you. "You're not going fucking anywhere!" When he sees your wary expression John's eyes soften, instantly regretting his outburst.

Why does he always fuck up? Why can he never seem to keep what makes him happy? Why can't he be what you need?

Homelander buries his face in his hands, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself just like you taught him. "Look, I-" He reluctantly put his hands on each of your shoulders and when you don't flinch away, he starts rubbing circles on your back. You always do it for him when he's upset, so he figures maybe it can help you too. "Please...I'll tell you the truth, okay? Just...don't leave."

You turn around to face him, nodding mutely as he wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Seeing you cry was gutwrenching, moreso when he was the reason. "I..." he helplessly gestures around, wishing there was a script to this like he was usually provided. "I tend to become...rough."

"So?" The initial hurt now turned into confusion, suspicion even about whether he was telling the truth. You defendingly cross your arms, like a barrier so you wouldn't falter before you got answers.

"I'm not made out of glass." Compared to his strenght, you might as well be. "And I can talk. If you become too wild I'll let you know."

Stubborn as always. But he loved that about you, too. "It's not that easy, Y/N." His head falls in defeat and exasperation. John's about to cry himself, and he hates you seeing him anything less than perfect. "I'll hurt you, and then you'll hate me. Or worse..."

Consciously ignoring the worse part, you cup both sides of his face, making him look up to meet your eyes. "John..."

You straddle his waist again, feeling relief now that you finally understood. Peppering kisses across his face and neck you whisper "I was so, so worried you had grown tired of me..."

"Never." Homelander wasn't someone to apologize often, let alone sincerely. The times he did ever since leaving the lab he can count on one hand.

But despite him being...well, him, John knows best what it's like to be plaqued by insecurities. He hugs you tight enough to make you feel the sincerity of his words. "I only wanted to protect you. I never wanted to make you feel this way."

"Next time talk to me from the start, okay?" You smile softly as he aggrees, and he doubts to be deserving of all your sympathy.

Your hands never leave his body, featherlight touch reassuringly calming his nerves. And yet together with the fact that the only thing currently separating your bodies was your thin panty, it was no wonder that his body reacted the way it did.

A moan disrups your conversation when his cock stiffens again, and you can't help but buck your hips against him in response. Your panties were already soaking anyway, due to the friction and his dirty little deed earlier.

The scent of your lust wipe all negative emotions from your boyfriend's mind, replacing them with something else.

"I want you, John" you breathe against his ear and he whines. "We could just take it slowly..."

"I don't know how" he admits, and you smile at his reluctant aggreement. Gently being shoved down on his back again, it feels like he melts beneathe your fingertips. "Then I'll teach you."

Goosebumps rise on his skin as your fingertips ghost over his body, and you lean over for a longdue kiss, so tender and affectionate John thinks he will fall apart.

Homelander's groan gets swallowed by your lips as you pull your panties aside, slick folds now grinding against his cock. Your name falls from his lips in meek whimpers and you refuse to believe this wonderful man could ever harm you.

"Let me take care of you." Shit, how do you always know exactly what to say?

Raking your hands through your hair as you sit up, air gets stuck in Homelander's throat at the sight, making him choke.

You look fucking magnificent.

Hell, he'd pay an artist to paint you like this so he could look at it forever. If only it didn't require another person seeing you naked...

"You know, I thought it was just my imagination..." A mischievous smile plays on your lips now that you think of it. "But my panties have been disappearing a lot lately."

Your boyfriend didn't respond anything else but a whimmer, shame washing over him at being caught. Not that he was really subtle to begin with.

"Speak up" you tease, giving his shaft a soft squeeze and he instinctively thrusts into your hand like a dog in heat. "Did you use them to get yourself off to your fantasies, huh? Naughty boy." His cock twitches in your palm at the words. "From now on, I want you to come to me for release. Always."

"I trust you" you add as doubt is clearly written on his face, voice firm and as unwavering as your loving eyes, driving tears into his own. You lower yourself on his cock, savouring the feeling of being filled out like this. "Mhh...you feel so good inside of me. Will you behave, John?"

"Y-Yes..." was all he managed to wring out, since it takes every ounce of strenght inside of him to not cum to your sweet affirmations right away. John clutches the bedframe so hard that it crumbles under his grip, but to his surprise you don't wince at the sound - quite the opposite, it shot a wave of heat right through your core.

"John...look at me." You guide his hands away from his eyes to cup your breasts instead, looking at him like he's the best fucking thing in the world. The intensity of your gaze causes him to shiver, makes him wanna hide.

Yes, this is too good to be true.

Whatever you see in him right now he will taint with his own hands given time.

And yet he can't stop anymore, now that he's aware of the depht your love helds for him.

You read him like a damn book, noticing his internal struggle so you silence the voices in his head with a passionate kiss. "So good for me, John" you cheer him on, moving your hips at a low pace.

Tension finally leaves his body and he dives his tongue into your mouth, groaning deeply as he moves his body alongside yours. His touch was careful yet bruising, sending pleasant tingles down your spine.

"I love you, John" you cry out as your foreheads touch, eyes never leaving his. "I love you so damn much!"

That declaration was enough to drive him over the edge.

Homelander pulls you as close as close as humanly possible when he stills momentarily, jackknive-like thrusts chasing after his high. The sounds he made as you got filled up bordered on obscene, as did the amount of cum spilling out of you.

"Shit" he speaks breathlessly against your skin, covering a bitemark he had just caused with kisses. "M'sorry..."

And yet he wasn't willing to let go off of you just yet, this amazing orgasm unable to ward off the embarassment of his poor performance.

"Never apologize for having a good time, silly" you chuckle, brushing your nose against his. "I'm flattered, if anything."

John never knew that sex could be so...satisfying, more than just physically. Filled with carefree laughter instead of expectations.

After all, he was conditioned to never wanna disappoint.

"Nah-a-ah." You yelped as he spun you around effortlessly, now him being the one howering over you, bearing his canines like a starved predator. "I refuse to let my goddess go unworshipped."

"John...I'm okay, really. Sex between lovers is not just about that..." And yet when he opens your legs, you don't resist.

He bets you taste just as fucking good as you smell, feisty little thing. Driving him crazy all those weeks. Do you have any idea how hard it was to endure this sweet torture for your sake?!

A shiver runs down your spine when he licks his lips at the sight of your leaking entrance, taking a deep inhale. There's a hunger in his eyes that no sane person could ever comprehend - but you indulged in it, craved in his twisted kind of love.

Heh, you were a goddamn freak just like him all along, isn't that right?

Homelander takes his time kissing a path down to your navel, admiring the marks he left on your body he was now able to see as the lovebites they are. He briefly looks up to assure himself of your consent, an answering smile all he needs to continue.

"Myyyy tuuuurn" he chants so cheerful, you almost thought he had put on his formal persona.

A relieving finger finally has mercy and slides into your already overstimulated sex, making you arch your back when he curls it inside. Pleads and curses falling from your lips as he enters a second one and then another, and you desperately try to move yourself deeper onto him.

"Attagirl!" Seems like his confidence has returned, at least judging by that damn smug smile his tone indicated. The frustrated pout you wore right now was so adorable, he decided to end your misery and bury his head between your legs as well.

You were still fucking yourself on his fingers while he relished the taste of himself on your pussy, before enveloping your clit with his tongue. "That's my fucking girl right there" he mouths as he ate you out, pumping his fingers keenly on your weak spot he so easily found. "Come on, I want to hear you."

When you came it felt like you were ascending to the afterlife, screaming his name at the top of your lungs before collapsing into the sheets.

Your legs had long since gave out but John put them over his shoulders, humping the mattress while his tongue still ran over your nerve endings, shooting jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your system.

"Oopsie" he coos, a predatory glint in his eyes as he crawled on top of you again, his kiss giving you a taste of your own spent. "Made me hard again."

You eyes flutter open after the last bit of your climax had ebbed out, exhausted yet invitingly batting your lashes as your limbs entangled once again.

"Seems like I found the Homelander's weakness."

[why-are-you-still-awake]

Jealousy with the Naruto boys

A/n: I’ve seen this done multiple times so here’s my take on it :)

Warning/content: nothing :)

characters: Sasuke, Gaara, Sai

Sasuke Uchiha

☆ Sasuke claims to not be a jealous person, “he’s above that” as he puts it, but something about seeing you laughing and smiling with someone else makes him feel weird, insecure? No couldn’t be…. He likes to think that he’s just being overprotective and he’s not jealous, he believes he’s too good to be jealous and let’s be real, he’s far too prideful to admit he’s a little insecure. ☆

☆ One time when you guys were out in the Konoha market place, some person came up to you and started a casual conversation, but to Sasuke it seemed like this person was getting a little too close for comfort. So to solve this, he came up behind you and placed his arm over your shoulder giving the person a “can I help you?” Look, let’s say they didn’t stick around much longer. ☆

☆ If you try and bring up his jealous behavior, he’ll deny it adamantly. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust other people. If we’re being honest here, he’s deeply afraid of losing you, to him you’re the only person he has left. So even when he’s being a jealous prick, it comes from a place of love even if he doesn’t outright express it. ☆

Gaara

☆ He wouldn’t consider himself a jealous person by any means, he love you and you love him. He has no reason to be insecure or jealous, but even the kazekage struggles to be reasonable sometimes, he’s only human after all. He wouldn’t be very upfront about his feelings, if you noticed jealous behavior then you’d have to bring it up because he won’t talk about it first. ☆

☆ One time you were waiting for a council meeting to be over and you were in meeting room with him, it was very boring like watching paint dry would’ve been more entertaining. You soon notice a younger council member staring at you trying to get your attention and smiling at you, you politely smile back but then Gaara catches on to the silent interaction. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer while clearing his throat and continuing speaking. ☆

☆ If you ultimately decide to confront him about his momentary jealous behavior, he won’t deny it but will probably be very embarrassed he was caught doing something like that even if you reassure him that you’re not upset and may even find his jealous protectiveness attractive…..☆

☆ He didn’t know anything really about relationships do to growing up in Root, so you and to guide him and explain things basically. Some might’ve found It tiring but you found it endearing to an extent. He had never experienced jealousy before until he saw you talking to someone else who seemed to be pretty funny because you couldn’t stop laughing, he had a weird feeling in his chest and it made him feel *strange* he didn’t understand.☆

☆ He decided to try and get to the bottom of this weird feeling in his chest, so he decided to just outright tell you how he was feeling, you were kinda surprised, but after breaking through the momentary freeze and explained it to him. He was surprised, he never thought he’d be jealous, he trusted you, he knew you’d never do anything to hurt him. ☆

☆ There’s no really confronting him about jealous behavior because he’s very honest about how he’s feeling, he definitely forgets appropriate time and place sometimes when he says something, he’s unintentionally a good communicator because of how honest he is and won’t beat around the bush with how he feels. He loves you and wants you to know. ☆

A/n: I’ve never written for Sai before, so sorry if his part sucks. Thanks for reading, love u <3

Do not repost

Edit: thank you all who heart or reblogged or in someway interacted with this post, it means so much <33

[inkspiredwriting]

Caught in the Act

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/N, had finally managed to carve out a quiet evening for themselves. The Hargreeves mansion was unusually calm, with Five's siblings occupied elsewhere. They took full advantage of the rare tranquility, lying on the sofa, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm light, creating the perfect setting for some much-needed intimacy. Five and Y/N were deeply engrossed in a passionate kiss when they heard the unmistakable creak of the front door.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her breathless voice barely a whisper. "Do you think anyone will bother us?"

Five, equally breathless, smirked. "In this house? It’s a fifty-fifty chance."

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, the living room door swung open, revealing Klaus in all his flamboyant glory. He was mid-story, talking animatedly to himself, and didn’t notice the couple on the sofa at first.

"...and then I told the guy, 'You can’t just...' Oh, hello there!" Klaus's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "Well, look what we have here."

Five groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N, trying to suppress her laughter, looked up at Klaus with a mock-serious expression. "Klaus, ever heard of knocking?"

Klaus sauntered over, plopping himself down on the armchair opposite them. "Knocking? In this house? That’s a new one. So, what’s going on here? Some private time?"

Five sighed, straightening up. "Klaus, we were kind of in the middle of something."

Klaus grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I can see that. Don’t let me interrupt. Carry on, by all means."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "You’re impossible, Klaus."

Klaus leaned back, crossing his legs. "So, how’s married life treating you two lovebirds?"

Five shot him a look. "It was treating us just fine until you barged in."

Klaus gasped dramatically. "Oh, come on, Five. I’m just here for the entertainment. Besides, it’s not every day I catch you being all...romantic."

Y/N smirked, playing along. "You know, Klaus, we could always use a watchdog. Make sure we’re following all the proper protocols."

Klaus’s eyes lit up. "Now, that’s an idea! I could give you pointers. Maybe some mood music?"

Five rolled his eyes, pulling Y/N closer. "Or you could find somewhere else to be."

Klaus feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted. But don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of me tonight!"

With an exaggerated wink, Klaus stood up and made a grand exit, humming a tune as he left the room.

Once the door closed behind him, Y/N burst out laughing. "I swear, your brother has the worst timing."

Five chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You get used to it. Sort of."

They settled back into their comfortable embrace, the brief interruption only adding to the amusement of their evening. As they resumed their kissing, Five couldn’t help but mutter against Y/N’s lips, "Next time, we lock the door."

Y/N smiled, her fingers gently tracing his jawline. "Agreed. But I have to admit, life with you and your siblings is never boring."

Five grinned, pulling her even closer. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Their laughter filled the room, mixing with the crackling of the fire, creating a perfect moment of warmth and love. Despite the interruptions and the chaos that came with being a Hargreeves, Five knew that these moments with Y/N made it all worthwhile.

[silken-moonlight]

Werewolf bf in adult entertainment industry Part 3

A/N: Hey Moonies, I was finally able to upload the third chapter of this story. I really want to write more again, but recently everything has been busy and I am so tired. But the good thing is at the end of this month I will go on a two-week vacation where I will have a lot of time to write. I am looking forward to that 😊

The evening went on wonderfully, you cuddled and laughed some more. After a while you decided to go to sleep, him not having anything there so he decided to sleep in his shirt and boxers. You offered him some of your oversized shirts, but he declined, saying it was okay.

That was how the two of you ended in your bed, he cuddled up to you, wrapping his arms around you. You weren’t used to somebody sleeping with you, so you needed a moment before you fell asleep. Orion on the other hand had been out like a light. In his sleep he murmured and held you closer, dreaming about something and seemingly finding some calm in cuddling something. Eventually you fell asleep as well.

The next morning you woke up under him, he was sprawled out over you. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent while he was gone. You smiled, the sun blinding you and you wanted to get up.

“Time to wake up…” You whispered. He groaned, not moving when you brushed through his hair. “Wake up Orion…” You said again, earning another groan in protest. “You have one second to get up before I tickle you.” You threatened, but only found deaf ears. So you poked at his sides and he began to laugh.

“Stop” He whined, trying to get you to stop tickling him. “Make me!” You answered, resulting in him grabbing you and pushing you into the bed. You giggled as he pinned your wrist above your head. His face Incredibly close to yours. You leaned up to kiss him and he melted into you. His body pressed into yours as he kissed you, you parted and he buried his face in the crook of your neck: “I just want to stay like this all day…” He mumbled and placed a kiss onto your neck. You smiled: “Well, I have off until next week, the wedding is on the weekend….” You crooned and you could feel him smile against your skin, a sigh left him as he let his full weight down, completely laying on your body now. Your arms wrapped around him, one hand in his hair and the other gently rubbing his back.

“You really want me to fall asleep on you…” He whispered and enjoyed your attention. “Yep, because you look so adorable when you sleep.” He smiled, shuffling around to try to get any closer.

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The two of you spent the rest of your morning like this, cuddled up and happy. Around noon you got up and you made some bagels for breakfast. “Dumb question…” Orion began as he bit into the bagel and closed his eyes in delight. It has been some time since he had eaten something homemade.

“Yes?” You asked with a chuckle as you eat your own bagel. He quickly caught himself and continued: “Can I…well come to stay with you until the wedding? I would get my stuff from the hotel to stay here…” For a moment he looked really shy and unsure. He made such a cute face that you wanted to kiss him. “Sure, since we’re dating since yesterday.” You teased and he smiled widely. “Great, want to come with me?” You nodded and quickly the two of you ate up and got ready for the day.

Afterwards you took his car to the hotel, getting the stuff from his room and checking out. You helped him, though he only let you carry some lighter bag. Everything was quickly loaded into his car and you drove back to your place. Together you put his stuff somewhere where he could easily access it.

“I completely forgot…” Orion suddenly said and took his phone out to check his account on the adult stream site Bad Baby. “Hm?” You asked, looking up from the pot where you prepared some Mac n Cheese. “I need to upload some stuff.” Orion said and yawned. “I have pre recorded some things, its just gonna take a minute. I’m gonna kip through the footage if you don't mind?” He asked and you nodded. “Feel free to go ahead.” You told him, he grinned. “Oh I should feel free to give head?” He teased you and threw a cheesy noodle at him which he caught with his mouth.

“Dirty dog…” You answered and laughed when he struggled with some cheese on the corner of his mouth. He grinned to himself before starting a video. You heard him moan in the video. A deep blush spread on your face and you tried to ignore it. A familiar warmth spread between your thighs and again you chose to ignore it. This was not a moment for you to be aroused, at least you tried to tell you that. You hoped his werewolf nose didn’t catch up on that and he felt weirded out.

“Can I ask for your opinion?” He asked as you finished up your lunch and put in on the side so it didn’t burn.

“Sure thing, sweets.” You answered and he pulled you onto his lap. “What do you think of it?” He asked and showed you the video, his chin placed on your shoulder, watching the screen with you. It was a video of him jerking off and being in a more dominant role.

“It's really good. I mean your content is so hot and great. Though I think you could do a little better with the lightning, why don't you get a coloured light bulb to have some warmth added to it? O cool tones depending on the vibe you go for.” You suggested and he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “That's actually a good idea, I'm gonna order something later to do just that.” He said and posted the video to his page. He scrolled through some comments while cuddling you closer.

“How do you do it with aftercare?” You asked him, wondering how he took care of himself after such videos. “Well, mostly I take a shower and order myself some food and drink.” Orion answered, letting go of you so that you could prepare two plates with the mac and cheese. “Sounds nice.” You answered as you put the plates down.

“How about you? What do you do after pleasuring yourself?” He asked with a subtle smirk. You thought about it for a second: “Since I always do it before I sleep…I either clean my toys right after or turn around to sleep.”

“Now I’m curious, can I see your toys?” He asked with a grin, loving how open you were once more.

“Sure.” You said, after finishing up your lunch, the two of you walked into your bedroom and you took out your toys. Orion was excited, sitting down next to them. “Is that a small werewolf dildo?” He asked with a grin and grabbed that dildo.

“That isn't small.” You said while blushing, you had gotten this after you had discovered Orion on the Internet. You desperately wanted to feel how it would be to be taken by a werewolf. You had been so proud when you'd Figured out how to completely get that inside of yourself.

“It is, or I am just have a Monster dick.” He teased, you laughed and answered:”You do, I mean I Google the average werewolf cock and you are above that.” You said which made him blush:”Oh, now you flatter me…” The next thing that caught his attention were your airpulse toys. “I heared about these things, are they actually that good?” You nodded:”Those toys are an orgasm guranteed. They are so good, you get overstimulated so quickly.” You told him. He turned it on and held it to his finger and increased the speed:”That's some quality right here…” He told you with a grin, the way he looked at you made you all hot and bothered.

“What?” You asked and looked away. He turned your head back to him, making you look at him:”You are so pretty when flustered…” He crooned and kissed you, pulling you onto his lap. His hands found your waist. He pulled away and was serious again:”I'm a pretty sexual guy, even for a werewolf…If i go to fast or aren't in the mood..” Your Features softend:”I promise I tell you I don't feel okay with something.” You placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

He smiled; his playful smirk returned as he pushed you off his lap on your back. You looked up and he took the airpulse thing in his hand:”Can I try this on you?” He crooned and you nodded. “Go ahead.” You answered and he kissed up from your knee. “I can smell your arousal…” Orion whispered, pulling at your shorts. It only took him a second until you laid bare from the waist down.

He licked his lips and his breathing quickened. “Your pussy is so pretty.”Orion told you and touched you gently. You whined, his fingers were so warm. The toy was suddenly placed on your clit and you yelped. He chuckled and pressed you back down. “Baby chill its just the first setting…” He teased. You squirmed:”Itdoffr feel so much more intense when another does it…” You whined, he nodded:”I know I know…Do you feel good, sweetheart?” You nodded hard and asked:”May I touch you.” He smiled down at you:”Yes…Yes please…” Orion encouraged you, not thinking that his bulge was in perfect reach for you to press and feel it. Which you did. You pressed your palm against it. He whined and as he played with the setting of the toy -making you yelp and struggle - while grining into your hand.

He sounded different than in his Videos, he sounded more real, more uncontrolled. You loved it, you wanted to make him moan but…he made your mind so fuzzy with the toy.

“Lets make you cum.” Orion crooned while humping your hand harder, you nodded:”Yes please…” He moved it around, makinf your legs twitch as you came hsrdly. Your hips movikg with the toy and you moaned so loud. Seeing you cum for him made him cum, creaming his pants.

Both of you panted, you pulled him down to kiss him gently and he melted into you. “You're perfect…” He whispered, cuddling youwen for a moment.

“Would it be weird for me to take a pic and Post it to my Blog?” He asked you, you shook your head:”Go ahead. I bet your followers would love it.” He smiled; angled himself on your bed and snapped some pictures. You two cleaned yourselves up and went back on the couch. Building a little cuddle nest for the rest of the afternoon.

[mustainegf]

Ok hear me out

Having a bet with james and that leads to marathon sex

💙

This is SUCHH a good idea I love this so so much

It all started with a simple bet. James and I had been lounging around the apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the hours seem to stretch endlessly, and you find yourself inventing ways to entertain each other.

We had been playfully bickering over something trivial, who was the better cook, I think, and in a burst of competitive spirit, I challenged him to a cook-off, of sorts.

The winner would get to decide what the loser had to do.

We spent the next hour or so in the kitchen, trying to outdo each other with our culinary skills.

In the end, after much laughter and a few minor disasters, we called it a draw. But instead of ending the game there, James had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Alright,” he said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “How about this: we see who can last longer in bed tonight. The loser has to do whatever the winner says for the entire day tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a thrill of excitement at the challenge. “You’re on, Hetfield,” I replied, grinning.

When We finally climbed into bed, it wasn’t long before the playful banter turned into something much more heated.

James was always the dominant one in our dynamic, and tonight was no different. He pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

“Ready to lose?” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and husky.

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair. “You wish.”

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a need that left me breathless.

His hands moved with ease, stripping me of my clothes until I lay bare beneath him.

I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but reach down to stroke him, relishing the way he groaned at my touch.

James pulled away just long enough to shed his own clothes, and then he was back, his body pressing me into the mattress.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.

“You have no idea how much fun I’m gunna have with you,” he said, his voice rough with need.

I bit my lip, arching my back to press closer to him. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

With a firm, steady thrust, he entered me, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely.

James was big, and no matter how many times we did this, I always felt a delicious stretch as he pushed inside me.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.

I couldn’t help but whine, the pleasure rising quickly with each thrust.

James set a relentless pace, his cock driving into me at a force that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he responded by angling his hips just right to hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Fuck, James,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He grinned down at me, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. James was relentless, to say the least, his thrusts hard and fast, the promise of release just out of reach.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, and the added friction pushed me over the edge.

I came with a cry, my body tensing and then shuddering around him. But James didn’t stop. He kept moving, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

“That’s one point for me,” he murmured against my ear, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re not done yet.”

“Not even close,” he replied, his hips still moving with that continuous force.

We kept going, the night dragging on as we tested each other’s limits.

James was tireless, his stamina seemingly endless, and I found myself giving in to the sex over and over again.

Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, he found a new way to push me further, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body.

At one point, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands guiding me as I rode him. The new angle forcing shakes of pleasure through me, and I could feel yet another orgasm building.

“Fuck, James,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved faster, chasing that elusive high, and when it finally hit, I cried out his name, my body vibrating with the force of it.

We had both cum so many times now, we’d definitely need to change the sheets. My stomach and inner things were smothered with his cum.

Eventually he gave up on pulling out, releasing in my over and over. My legs shook as my own juices flows down my legs.

James didn’t stop. He flipped us over, pinning me beneath him as he pounded into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin and the low, throaty moans that escaped his lips.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I could only moan in response, my mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words. His cock drive into me perfectly.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I love it,” I gasped, my nails clawing into his back. “I love you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace never faltering.

We lost track of time, the hours blending together as we gave in countless times.

He was utterly insatiable, his need for me evident in every pump, every touch, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, we were a knot of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat.

James had collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, and I could feel the pleasant ache of satisfaction in every muscle.

He turned his head to look at me, a lazy smile on his lips. “I think it’s safe to say we both won. I think I lost count…”

I laughed softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I think you’re right.”

James pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into a comfortable silence. There was no need for words, no need to declare a winner.

I was perfectly content to stay right where I was, wrapped in the arms of the man I loved.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

'cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me — a.h.b.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of food, mentions of diets, kinda suggestive, fluff (literally at this point what else do i write other than sickly sweet, domestic fluff)

for two weeks now he’s been on a diet so strict it’ll put a hollywood starlet to shame. 

it’s necessary, he’s aware—he needs to be fit to perform on stage every night for hours, keep up his energy. he needs to entertain. he’s indulged enough in the last few months anyway. 

which is why when the smell of chocolate and vanilla wafts out of the kitchen, his head turns. his eyes flutter shut of their own accord, his mouth floods with saliva. 

fuck. 

it really is a divine smell. 

he imagines the silly little animals in cartoons, imagines their anthropomorphic feet lifting off the ground, the noses trailing the translucent vapours, leading them to the source of it. a giant batch of warm, homemade biscuits in this case. 

he won’t fall for it though, he knows it’s not for him—it’s for the neighbour’s boy of all people, for his 10th birthday, apparently. still he can’t resist taking a peak. 

when he stops at the threshold of their kitchen, he finds exactly what he predicted. 

the kitchen is bathed in rainbows, sunlight filtering through all the sunlight stickers on the windows. the music isn’t deafeningly loud, but it’s loud enough that she barely hears him when he walks in. she’s too engrossed to even hear him snickering at her off-key singing. 

“hello, you,” he smiles, hugging her from behind. she jumps a little at first but melts the moment his arms wrap around her. “this smells delicious.”

“so have one,” she shrugs. the tiny movement intensifies the sweet smell clinging to her—sugar and vanilla and chocolate. something that matches her so perfectly that he can’t resist sliding her hair aside to place a little kiss on her shoulder.

“you know i can’t, you cruel woman.” another kiss, longer than the last one. “i’ll have one, and one more, and one more, and, well…there might not be any left for the birthday party.”

she sighs deeply, pretending to be engrossed in thought, giggling when his kisses turn more frequent, lips moving from her shoulder to her back, to the nape of her neck. 

“on second thought,” he breathes onto her skin, enjoying the way she shivers in response, “i could eat you, you're the sweetest thing in the world.”

“you called me cruel two seconds ago!”

“mmm yes, it is cruel how perfect you are now that you say it.”

“what’s gotten into you, huh?” she laughs, a touch too breathy to be teasing. he could decipher her laughs in his sleep—this one particularly. she’s enjoying it, she just won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it. 

“pretty baby,” he nips at her earlobe, “i like watching you bake. you have this look on your face of utter concentration…tongue poking out and all.”

“do i? didn’t know you had such domestic fantasies about me.”

“oh i have a variety of fantasies about you.”

he knows she’s biting her lip without even looking at her. it’s in vain though—she’s never been able to stifle a smile, not around him. he prides himself on it too much. 

“keep a few biscuits for us, will you?”

she turns partially, furrowing her brows. “thought you didn’t want any.”

he takes the opportunity, turns her around by the waist until she’s pressed flush against his chest, trapped between him and the kitchen island. he sees the small smudge of flour on her cheek then, even the smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lip from when she no doubt snuck a piece. or two. 

“‘s not for me,” he clicks his tongue, bends till his nose is pressed to her cheek. “‘s so you could eat them, and kiss me after. it’ll make them sweeter that way.” 

even with his eyes closed he feels her cheeks flushing, feels the thud of her heart when he kisses the chocolate smudge away, flicking his tongue over her lip in the process—something he simply can’t resist. then he brushes the flour away with his knuckles and tilts her chin up until she has no choice but to look at him. 

“stop flirting with me,” she frowns deeply, trying to look all serious and jabs a finger in his chest. “i have a kitchen to clean.” and even that lacks any conviction. she’s enjoying far too much to put up any facade. 

“unless—” he’s not even surprised by the perfect puppy eyes at this point “—you wanna clean it for me? you do love me, don’t you?”

and that’s definitely a trap he’s walked right in. 

he laughs, rests his forehead on hers for a moment. “go sit down, i’ll take care of this.”

she pumps her fist in the air, not even trying to be the least bit subtle. and just like always, he’s fallen for it (for her really) hook, line and sinker.

[stonedcoldfoxtarot]

What was your crush thinking & feeling the last time they saw you?

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

AoP, 7oP, Moon, AoW, KnoC, 59oC, 10oS, Devil, 8oS (AoC)

Pile 1, your crush feels like you're their missing puzzle piece. For several years, they’ve felt incomplete or that something was missing from their life until they met you. For some, they’ve felt this way from the moment they laid eyes on you. As cliche as it sounds, this person feels that from the moment you walked into their life it’s as if the clouds parted and an angel descended from heaven into their world. Their desire for you runs deep, Pile 1, but they may be hiding their feelings for now. They don't want to scare you away or give the impression that all they desire is a physical relationship. Nonetheless, every time they see you, it requires a great deal of self-control to refrain from expressing how they truly feel.

The last time your crush saw you, they thought about asking you out but they chickened out and missed their chance. For some, they felt that the timing or location wasn't right and didn't want to risk scaring you away. This person might have a deep fear of rejection or think that you're so attractive and out of their league that if they made a move, you would probably reject them harshly or laugh in their face. They genuinely have feelings for you, so each time they try to psych themselves up but end up getting nervous. You might notice them engaging in small talk with you or making small gestures of affection or appreciation as an attempt to get closer to you. The last time this individual saw you, it hit them hard - they realized that they are head over heels in love with you.

Channelled Song: Cherish the Day by Sade

Pile 2

7oS, 10oW, 8oW, AoC, 5oC, Judgement, 9oW, 2oW (8oS)

The last time your crush laid eyes on you, Pile 2, they had this crazy urge to throw caution to the wind and run away with you. You made them feel like taking a leap of faith, whether it's just for one night or for a lifetime together. At that moment, all their problems seemed insignificant compared to the possibility of being with you. Your crush probably has a lot on their plate and often daydreams about a different life—one where it's just the two of you without any distractions or interference from others. Maybe they're already in another relationship or simply not ready for commitment right now. But despite all that, when they saw you last time, they couldn't help but entertain the thought of confessing their love for you anyway.

The last time they saw you, despite being excited they also felt a lot of disappointment and sadness about having to push down their true emotions and use their better judgment when it comes to this connection. Deep down, this person knows that you're the one for them, but they’ve decided to stay guarded against those feelings for now. Maybe they're waiting for things in their life to clear up before making a move towards you. But right now, they're choosing to just appreciate you from afar.

Channelled Song: Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Pile 3

8oP, 7oP, Fool (rev), 2oC, HP, 6oW (rev), 5oC, 8oW (Hermit)

Pile 3, you and your crush could work together or you may have met while either one or both of you were on the clock. When your crush last saw you, they kept things professional despite wanting to open up and speak or act further. They may have felt that it would have been foolish or unwise at the time due to others overhearing and making assumptions about your connection.

Pile 3, your crush deeply desires to start a relationship with you but they feel they would have to keep things between you two secret for now. Not because they want to sneak around or hide you - quite the opposite! They are afraid that once people know you two are together, they will try to turn you both against each other or find ways to sabotage the connection. They don’t want anything to come between this connection, so for now when they see you, especially at work, they play it cool and pretend to be focused on the tasks at hand. Despite this, they are ready to move things forward and come together publicly as a couple once the time is right.

Channelled Song: When I’m in Your Arms by Cleo Sol

Pile 4

7oS, 9oC, 5oS, HM, 10oC, Devil, 3oS, AoW, Judgement, Fool, 2oW, 6oP (KnoC)

Pile 4, it seems like your crush has mixed and conflicting thoughts and emotions about you. For some, this could have been a past sneaky link connection or someone who was “off limits” to you in some way. For others, they may see being with you as something forbidden or taboo, which only intensifies their desire.

You're the person of their dreams, Pile 4, not just in looks but also in personality and intelligence. In their eyes, you're the whole package. The moment they last laid eyes on you, they felt a sudden ache of longing to be with you. Unfortunately, this person might be sacrificing their own happiness to please others or conform to their family's expectations. It's sad because this has led them to become almost obsessed with you and it's slowly breaking their heart that they're not making a move towards you.

When they saw you last, all they could think about was how much they desire you and how desperately they dream about running away with you and starting a life together. However, reality quickly brought them back down to earth and most likely all they could offer at that time was kind words, a smile or maybe even an invitation for a casual hangout. Your crush genuinely likes you but in order for things to progress between the two of you, they need to stop caring so much about what others think and start living life on their own terms.

Channelled Song: If It Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow

Thanks for reading🔮✨

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[zaimta]

Hello! Wondering if you could do Ace, Shanks and Marco with a gender neutral reader who got themselves stuck in handcuffs and needs help getting out? Totally cool if not though haha. Have a nice day </3

a/n- this right here made me giggle a lil, sorry for the long wait!!

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

˗ˏˋPORTGAS D. ACE

literally the reason you’re in this mess he dared you to do it and he didn’t think you would

“i dare you to put those sea prism handcuffs on over there.”

you rolled your eyes and shot ace a glare “now why would i do that-“

“i’ll give you one thousand berri.”

you quickly thought it over and walked over to the handcuffs while ace giggled slightly and watched in anticipation to see if you would do it.

once you walked up to the handcuffs you immediately put them on not even thinking about how you would get out at the moment, until ace walked over laughing and threw his arm over your shoulder and his laughter stopped suddenly. you both stared off into the distance as if you were looking at an invisible camera

you struggle against the cuffs and stare blankly “i can’t get out. can i.”

“nope.” he popped the ‘p’ and you both sighed.

“you owe me two thousand berri just for this.”

˗ˏˋMARCO

disappointed ™️

“marco i need your help.”

marco turned around from his studies and turned to face you “what’s going on lov- oh.” he looked at you then the handcuffs and then sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose

“what did we say about getting into bets with ace.” he rose a single brow

you sighed in annoyance you felt as if you were being scolded like a child "only bet with him if you know you can live without all your berri and your dignity."

he ran a hand down his face and lead you out by gently putting a hand on the small of your back “come on let’s go find someone who can get these off of you, you might lose an arm or two in the process but you’ll be fine” he smiled slightly while chuckling under his breath

“im sorry what.”

˗ˏˋSHANKS

you were drunk and you were dared by yassop who was drunk as well and it didn't end well for either of you

"hey y/n wanna have a drinking contest? loser has to do whatever society allowing dare the winner chooses." yassop challenged you with a cocky grin, causing you to roll your eyes with a grin "you're on but don't become a sore loser when I win." he chuckled "in your dreams n/n"

the two of you put up an even fight but unfortunately, the both of you tapped out at the same time completely drunk, your speech was slurred and all thought processes went out the window.

"hey since we both lost how about we do the dare together?" you suggested while smiling it was clear you didn't put thought into it, it was entertaining for your fellow crewmates to watch. what was even more entertaining, however, was that yassop agreed to your proposition.

"hey we know what we could do, how about trying on those handcuffs. i heard they're something new the marines cooked up." you said while pointing to your office where you had the handcuffs on your desk, you quickly retrieved them and slapped one handcuff on your wrist and the other on his.

"now what?" yassop asked staring at the handcuffs without a single thought running through his head. you shrugged "let's take them off...hm."

"n/n"

"yes?"

"you do have the keys right?"

"i do not."

the two of you slightly panicked, a slight panic turned into a moderate one, and soon enough, you were running around the deck like a pair of chickens without their heads. yelling about how you were stuck.

the two of you ran into shanks and you pleaded with him "please help us." shanks looked down at your wrists and busted out laughing, "no way! this is the best thing I've seen all day!"

"it's not funny!!" two of you shouted in unison at your captain.

[acozysoulwrites]

A safe pair of arms | Astarion x fem!Tav

Description: Astarion laying in Tav's arms where he feels safe and cared for, something he isn't used to. Cuddling, fluff, all that lovely stuff.

The moon rises high above the camp, providing a cool blue lighting to the chilly evening. Leaves rustle in the breeze, and soft snores from all over camp can be heard just above the light taps of rain. There is a soft sort of glow that emits from Astarion’s tent. It enters the night gently, peacefully. Inside, lie two souls. They are intertwined in one another, tangled too deeply to ever be unraveled without being destroyed.

Tav lays with a book in her hand and a vampire atop her. Astarion is curled up under her arm, his head on her chest, eyes closed. A sort of peace lingered over him with every slow breath he drew.

Astarion felt every one of her heartbeats, he let them sink into his body until they reached his own unmoving heart. He focused on her breathing, how her chest rose and fell with every few seconds that passed. He’d forgotten what a heartbeat sounded like before all this, he’d forgotten much over the last two centuries. Even what it felt like to be held.

Tav turns the page and sighs softly, contently, and Astarion wonders how someone could actually sit here, without any entertainment expected of him, and enjoy his company. “I’ve nearly finished this book already” Tav speaks, disappointment lacing her words.

“Oh, pity. I only just stole that one for you two nights ago” Astarion frowns.

Tav smiles, a laugh threatening to escape her. It was true. Astarion had handed it to her, a proud smirk plastered on his face. It just, reminded me of you, he had said.

Astarion shifts in her arms, and she places the book aside. He hums a little at her touch as she reaches down to run her hand up and down his back, she finds the spot with the most tension and begins massaging.

“You know, besides that time you tried to kill me after the crash, you make such swell company” Tav teases.

Astarion feels a smile draw itself onto his face, and in the dim candle light, safety tucked away from the others, he lets it. He smiles up at Tav, his eyes soft and gentle, opposite of their usual glaring demeanor.

“Well” He looks down and clears his throat. “I’m rather glad I didn’t kill you that day, you’ve proven… most useful” He says.

Tav brings her hand to his head where she begins running her fingers through his beautiful white curls. Astarion closes his eyes once more, and they stay here until the rain stops, until the candle snuffs out, and until the sun trickles through the trees.

Tav nudges him, and the two of them crawl out of the tent. The sun hits his skin and its warmth begins to seep through his body. Astarion closes his eyes and soaks it all in. Every last bit. He’ll surely miss the sun if the tadpole doesn’t kill him first. He looks over to Tav and his heart lurches as much as a heart like his possibly can. Sure he’ll miss the sun, but he hopes with all that he is that he won’t have to miss his love.

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Sunshine on Sakaar - Part 1

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You sigh to yourself, sitting in the same crowd of people that you do everyday, watching as they chatter amongst themselves, betting on the lives of the warriors in the arena.

"Someone's come through the portal," another person chimes in, their voice brimming with excitement.

You rest your chin in your hand, always feeling the tinge of guilt at another unwilling participant for the Contest of Champions. They never lasted long.

You don't get a chance to try to commit the next unfortunate person's face to memory before you're called back to your duty.

"Oh, Sunny!"

You bite back your sigh of irritation and plaster on your widest grin. "Yes?"

"Do that trick for us again." It's a thinly veiled order behind a giant smile and a condescending laugh. You have no choice but to obey, while they clap, laugh, and taunt you.

You can hear the vague outline of the Grandmaster's normal speech to those entering Sakaar. You've heard it time and time again. Most were doomed to fight in the Grandmaster's twisted contest. You were considered one of the lucky ones.

You always hoped that every person would be 'lucky'. Luck had a strange definition in a place like this. In a place like this, anything was better than a death for the vain entertainment of others. At least you were alive for the vain entertainment of others.

You hear the familiar speech wind down, you're all about to find out the fate of Sakaar's newest arrival when you finally hear the voice of the new arrival, a voice far too familiar.

The flame in your hand suddenly extinguishes as your head snaps up, "Loki?"

His gaze snaps toward the sound of your voice. He sighs deeply, still tightly strapped to his chair, "This day just keeps getting better."

"You two know each other?" the Grandmaster asks, amusement lighting up his face.

"He tried to kill my friends once."

The Grandmaster raises his executing staff at him, "So he's no good?"

"No, no!" you quickly backtrack. And though there's a part of you that seriously questions why you're helping him after everything he'd done, you know you couldn't live with yourself if you didn't at least try to save him. "He's my friend's brother. He's, well... he's Loki."

"Loki..." the Grandmaster hums. "Sunny, can he fight?"

"No!" you quickly reply, much to Loki's distaste.

Loki scoffs, "I beg your pardon."

"He can't fight, Grandmaster. Not at all. It's kind of sad."

"I-" Loki tries to interject.

You steamroll over his words, laying your words thick for the two of them. You gently nudge Loki's restrained shoulder, "He's a total wimp, but he's a delight though. Really! Almost as funny as I am!"

"Hmm..." the Grandmaster audibly thinks. "Alright, you've made a compelling case. He can stay, but, Sunny, you're responsible for him."

"You won't regret this," you call after him, biting back a cringe. You whisper to yourself as you look back towards Loki, "But I might."

You take your time undoing each of Loki's restraints, and as you reach for the final one that unbinds his hands, he hisses in your ear, "You know that I could kill you without so much as wave of my hand?" 

"Do you know that I just saved your life?" you whisper back. "Now, behave until we get you away from the Grandmaster. He's known to change his mind."

He rubs at his wrists, standing up from his seat, "I was being my charming self, I had no doubt that I could manage."

You sarcastically snort, walking out of the viewing room and back to your room, "I'm sure you could."

Loki's footsteps trail behind you. "I don't like your tone."

"I'm sure you could," you brightly singsong.

"What are you doing here?" he demands, stopping in front of you. 

"Like right now? Or just in general?"

"Both."

"Oh, well, in general, I'm... actually I don't know what I'm doing here. I mostly just sit here and say something every once in a while. Sometimes, the Grandmaster, he’s the guy in charge, he makes me do tricks for him. And right now... I was just watching you slip in through that portal over there."

Loki's head tilts slightly as he does his best to tamp down his impatience with a heavy sigh, "What I meant was, how did you get here?"

"Now, that is a very long story. It started when we were in Sokovia back on Earth, and let me tell you, things were not going well. Like not at all. So we were only there because -"

"Stop," Loki interjects, shaking his head. He dismissively waves his hand, "Stop. No, no, I am not nearly interested enough to listen to this."

"Well, alright," you shrug, turning on your heels to walk away.

Loki grabs your elbow, spinning you back around, "I am, however, very interested in your acquaintance with the Grandmaster."

"Okay..."

"Could you help me?"

Your mouth twists slightly, "I dunno... I don't think that's a good idea."

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve tried to kill my friends before?” you reply like it should be obvious to him. 

Loki scoffs at you, “Aren’t you also friends with my oaf of a brother? The friend of your friend is also your friend.”

Your eyebrows furrow at him, “I’m no expert but I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.”

“I’m certain it is.”

“And, no offense, but Thor doesn’t exactly have the nicest things to say about you," you admit. "He told me a story about a snake or something.”

"He greatly embellishes."

“So you didn’t disguise yourself as a snake because Thor likes snakes, all so you could bite him?”

“He slightly embellishes,” Loki corrects.

“You don’t even like me.”

"If Thor has accurately depicted your character, you could look beyond my history to help a soul in need."

You cross your arms over your chest, quirking an eyebrow at him, “So you want me to help you out of pity?”

“I would like you to help me of your own accord, but seeing as that it unlikely, yes, I’ll take your greatest sympathies.”

You chortle, “I don't think you could win my greatest sympathies.”

“You think your life more tragic than mine?” Loki asks, his voice thick with offense. 

You call over your shoulder, “I don’t like to compare myself to others.”

He grabs your shoulder, spinning you back towards him, “But you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t think, I know.”

"My long lost sister tried to kill me!" Loki starts.

"My friend unknowingly kidnapped me and doomed me to a life on an unknown planet," you counter. "I don't even know how long I've been stuck here."

"My mother is dead."

"I never knew my parents."

"My father lied about my true lineage and rejected me for his golden child," he retorts.

"My parents left me abandoned, on the street for dead. After a whole day of knowing me. Only one day old."

"You win," he begrudgingly admits. 

"Nice!" You clench your fist in victory. "Wait, does that mean we both have sad, traumatizing lives?"

Loki frowns, "I suppose it does."

Your mouths twists in discomfort, "Maybe we shouldn't think about it too much?"

Loki quickly nods, agreeing with you, "Let's not."

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Gabriel Medina x Reader - Untamable Part 5/8

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Reader spends the summer with her first love, Gabriel Medina, for him to get a chance to know their three year old son. However, both Reader and Gabriel struggle to keep their feelings at bay.

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The wedding was beautiful but terrible for you. Seemingly because of the bride and her stupid necklace.

The ceremony was out of this world, a scenery taken straight out of a romantic film. There were white doves, white sand, and white roses. Everything was white and pure, and you were determined to keep it that way by making sure that Nemo was entertained at all times. Weather that meant rocking him in your lap or waving a fan in his face, later letting him tair that fan into edible pieces.

It got tiring entertaining an energy induced three year old. Gabriel, who sat next to you, must have noticed because he took Nemo away from you with a wink of his eye. You kept rocking your chair, however. Your foot tapping endlessly to an invisible beat. Gabriel noticed this too and calmly placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. It would have struck you as something inappropriate and out of line from him to do had he not done the same thing in your hotel room this morning.

The two of you woke up side by side with Nemo wedge between you bodies on the queen sized bed. Nemo was still fast asleep when your eyes batted open only to find Gabriel carefully watching his son, admiring the slow rise of his chest as it filled and emptied with air. You had done the same thing in the early stages of Nemo's life, admiring the beautiful human that you had put on this earth. But with that admiration also came a terrible fear. Gabriel was surely thinking the same as his eyebrows were frozen, deeply furrowed as if he was thinking of ways to protect your son from the bad things in life, or better yet, erase them completely.

"Hey?"

You brought him out of his trans by gently tugging at one of his curls. Gabriel's gaze shifted to you, his eyes smokey and tired.

"Sleep good?"

He smiled but shook his head.

"What were you thinking about?" You asked, curious if he could even articulate the terrible fears of being a parent.

"I need to buy Nemo a helmet." He yawned. "Maybe two."

"Two?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, two."

You laughed, pulling the sheets to cover your shoulders. The sun came in from the window behind you, making a silhoutte of your body. It's all Gabriel should've been able to see. However, his eyes were on you and stayed on you as if there was something more. As if he could see right through you. See how liters of blood pumped through your heart and body, settling just below the skin of your cheeks.

It was in that moment that you felt his hand on your thigh. Felt how it had always been there, hiding under the sheets, squeezing your thigh.

"You may now kiss the bride....." The priest said and stood back as the groom and bride leand into each other, promising a life together with a fruitful kiss.

The contrast between the wedding ceremony and the wedding reception could only be described as holy versus unholy. It was a full-blown party happening in the hotels private lounge. The doors stood open, welcoming in the night as family and friends seemed to stream in from all directions. It was all a bit overwhelming for you, mainly because you didn't know anyone part from Gabriel and Rico. That is, until you were ambushed by a cloud of white.

"Oh my god, Y/N! I'm so happy that you made it!"

"You are?"

It was the bride, a slim blonde woman wrapping her arms around you as if the two of you were already acquainted. More than friends.

"Of course I am. When Gabriel told me that you were staying with him for the summer, I just couldn't believe him until I saw you with my own two eyes. And now you're here, at my wedding!" She squealed, once again pulling you in for a hug.

You didn't recognize her, nor did you recognize Gabriel's friend, the groom. So what in the world was this girl on about—

Your eyes were suddenly drawn to her necklace. A simple piece of jewelry that could only be described as an elegant yet luxurious silver heart necklace.

"Where did you get that?" You frowned.

The brides hand was brought to her throat and the chain of the necklace. "It means so much to me." She said, her smile faint, laced with something sad. "I know it's silly wearing it to my wedding with Marco. But for a long time, I truly believed that your brother was the one I would end up marrying."

It hit you in a flash. Memories of the past. How Gabriel and your brother Paulo made the most foolish attempts to impress a girl, no, not just a girl. Lucia Ferreira.

You had watched on, amused by how the two of them tried to settle things with a race of shopping carts. Or over a long game of chess. However, the most dangerous and foolish attempt to win the girl had been when Gabriel and Paulo challenged each other to surf the biggest waves by the cliffside.

Unfortunately, none of it had worked, and the girl was not impressed. Gabriel had moved on fairly quickly, settling for less, less being you. Paulo, however, kept his hopes alive. And through hard work at the local surf shop, he earned enough money to spend on a silver heart necklace, capturing the heart of his first and last love.

"I can't imagine how hard things must have been for you." Lucia said, her hand still grasping the necklace. Paulo loved you more than anything." Her eyes filled with tears, her laughter joyeuse. "Can you imagine him as an uncle to your and Gabriel's son."

"M...my son?" You felt nauseous, a dreadful feeling coming from deep below, triggering the compulsive tapping of your foot.

"I'm so glad that you and Gabriel found each other again. I can't wait for him and Marco to be back on tour. It will be so much fun to have you there too."

"Tour?"

"Lucia!"

Someone called for the bride. An older woman, her mother perhaps?

"Talk to you soon, Y/N." She wiped her eyes and reached out to squeeze your trembling hands. "Enjoy the food."

You were left standing, with the walls closing in on your soul. It was mostly the sudden realization that triggered the anxiety. The realization that a wedding such as this one wasn't for people like you. People without living witnesses to attend such ceremonies. Your wedding, if it could even count as that, happened through pen and paper, along with threats of taking away the one thing that could keep you going, keep you alive on this planet.

You searched for him in panic, the crowd blurry through your foggy vision. Your shoulders relaxed seeing Nemo with Gabriel, who showed him off to his many friends, people who loved and cared for him. People who would also love and care for Nemo if you ever decided that the emptiness within you was just too much, growing too damn dark. Poisoning your body, but mainly your tapping foot.

"Fuck"

The trembling was spreading all over. Your breath shallow as you pushed through the crowd in a desperate need of water. You kept walking until the night breeze whipped in your face. The ocean was right there, containing enough water to make the pain go away. You lost your heels in the sand but did not regret leaving them behind. If beauty was pain, it had nothing on grieving. Grieving was deaths cousin, it's partner in crime, and right now, you were overwhelmed by it. Without your meds dealing with it meant dunking your hands in cold water. Ironically, this was usually enough to stop you from getting the shivers. However, what were you supposed to do if the shivers spread to more body parts than just your hands? Like your foot, or your entire fucking soul?

As the ocean glimmer ahead of you, the moon lighting up the world's pool, you hurried to lift your dress, allowing your feet to sense the sweetness of the sea, the sea that was really salty. It's density allowing once body to float, unless that body is draped in a thousand dollar dress, meant to be worn once before it got tossed in the sea, drowning it's owner by wrapping around their face and throat.

What a sweet revenge.

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You were cold and couldn't breath, but at least your body had stopped trembling. Your soul was at peace. Maybe that's why you didn't panic as your dress got dragged further out in the ocean, further than you would be able to swim back. Perhaps that's why when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, fighting to bring you back, it almost ripped you apart from within. Why couldn't he just let you die.

"Y/N, please."

Gabriel's hands pressed down on your chest. Preparing to bring you back even if it meant breaking your ribcage. However, that's when you started coughing up water, and before you could open your eyes, you were in his arms, warm and safe.

"Fucking hell...." Gabriel breathed into the crook of your neck. "Don't ever scare me like that again. You hear me?"

"Gabriel?"

He pulled you back, eyes wide in the night. The palm of his hand cupping the side of your face, his thumb stroking your red lips.

"I'm fine. I promise." You scuffed, the salt water burning your throat.

"No, Y/N. No you're not."

Gabriel gathered you in his arms, lifting you up and off the sand, carrying you away from the beach and the cooling ocean.

Back at the hotel, the two of you slipped past the ongoing reception party. Gabriel had ordered you to wait for him by the elevator while he went to fetch Nemo, or so you thought. He returned empty-handed, part from the keycard to your room.

"Rico's got Nemo. I'll get him once we've finished."

You nodded, not knowing what you and Gabriel were starting that later needed finishing. Nonetheless, you got the idea of what he wanted from you after helping you into the shower, waiting patiently for his turn to hop in. Once he got out, you were already tucked into bed, sheets wrapped around your body like a cocoon.

"Please, Y/N. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on." Gabriel said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed.

"Nothing is going on Gabriel."

"No?" He chuckled. "Care to explain then why I just fished you out of the ocean in the middle of a fucking wedding party?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I ruin your night?"

Gabriel stopped and stared at you. Dumbfounded by your arrogance. Was it a defense mechanism? Who knows? Yet something about Gabriel caring whether you lived or died seemed so unbelievable. He hadn't cared if you lived or died three years ago. Why would he care if you lived or died now?"

"I didn't know that it has gotten this bad?"

There was a dip in the bed as Gabriel sat down with his back turned to you, his gaze glued to the black TV screen. "Why didn't you tell me that things have gotten this bad?"

"What would you have done?"

His shoulders shifted a little, watching you from the corner of his eye. He then shook his head and chuckled. "I guess I would have come and tried to save you."

"I don't need saving."

"You clearly do." Gabriel turned around, palm pressing down on the matress, erecting the vains in his arms. "Y/N, I just pulled you out of the ocean. I saw you leave the reception and thought you were just going out for some air. But then when I went to check on you—"

"She still wears his necklace." Your hands covered your eyes, the tears burning the inside of your palms.

"What...who?"

"Lucia" You sniffled. "She still wears that stupid necklace that Paulo got her."

A lingering silence followed. With Gabriel most likely staring at you and the pathetic pile of anxiety that you had become. He probably still saw you as a girl. Orphaned and desperate for anyone to take her in, to tell her that she is still loved and wanted.

"She really loved him." You felt a warm set of hands cover yours. Gabriel, peeling your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gentle admiration. "Marco doesn't blame her for it. He admires her for having loved and lost but dared to love again."

You regarded Gabriel with pounting lips. Watching how his chin went to rest against your curled up knees, his arms stroking the length of your legs.

"You should really start taking your medication again."

"So you think I'm crazy?"

"Yes."

You frowned.

Gabriel smiled.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too. For making me pull you out of the water, ruining my suit."

"I'm sure you can by a brand new one. Even more expensive than the last."

"It's not how it works." He said, his tone stern and serious. You watched Gabriel as he worked the insides of his jaw, perhaps running out of patients with you. "I love you, Y/N. I know you don't believe me, and perhaps that is my fault."

"It is."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "It is...my fault. I still love you though, always have and always will but.....I love Nemo more, and if you can't—"

"I can!" You jumped, knowing where he was going with this.

He regarded you with pity. "Y/N, I just pulled you out of the ocean. What if I hadn't—"

"Don't"

"But I..."

"Gabriel, don't."

He sat back, his chin leaving your knees. His arms not stroking your legs anymore.

"I made a mistake, okay." You could feel it, the return of the shivers. A terrible sensation flowing through your fingertips. "I just needed it to stop. I just needed everything to stop for just one fucking minute. The water...." You nodded. "It helps to make it stop."

"The trembling?" Gabriel asked. Looking down you noticed how his hand had gone to reach for your hand.

"Yes." You sniffled. "But with Lucia and the necklace. It reminded me.....it was just too damn much."

"Y/N." Gabriel gathered your hands in his, kissing the back off them. "I want you to come and find me if you ever feel like this again."

"And?"

"And?" He frowned at your question.

"Yes and?" You regarded him expectantly. "And what will you possibly do?"

Gabriel's gaze returned to your hands gathered in his palms. Again, his lips pressed against them, soft with a light scratch of his beard. He then inhaled deeply, whispering the words against your fingerstips. Your fingers that weren't trembling anymore. "I'll kiss and make it better."

You watched him, eyebrows furrowed.

Gabriel raised his head, a trace of reassurance in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N. You and only you. If you need me, I'll be here, and if you don't need me, I'll still be here, giving you your space. Nonetheless, I'll always be ready to save you from drowning."

Maybe it was the warmth of the sheets that lured you closer, wanting to share that warmth with Gabriel who still sat in his shower towel, the fabric wrapping low around his waist, outlining the slope down towards his sex.

Or maybe it was just his words, spoken so simply and in ernest. His love for you real, and most importantly, mutual.

"Gabriel..." You were already leaning into him when he decided to meet you halfway, his curls wet against your eyelids. Gabriel kissed you, and you kissed him. Soon, his towel was no longer wrapped around his waist. But dropped onto the floor as he joined you under the covers.

Sex with Gabriel was but a faint memory to you, the last encounter occurring over three years ago. Even so, your bodies intertwined fairly quickly, finding each other's creases and pressure points.

"Gaby." You gasped.

He was pushing against you, hard. His white knuckles held onto the headboard, making sure that he was giving it to you deep. His cock, soft and hard at the sametime.

Your nails clawed down his back, desperate to hold onto something, but struggled with the sweat that ran down his tattooed skin.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes." You whimpered, eyes shut as you savored every stroke of him. Gabriel, with your leg hooked around his naked waist. "Please, do it again."

He smiled but surely obliged. Fulfilling your wishes by crashing into you repeatedly until he struggled with the pace himself.

"Fuck." He groand, too weak to pull out.

"It's okay." You sighed. Feeling how his dick was already twitching inside of you, his precum having already done the damage that his seed anticipated.

Gabriel collapsed on top of you with a guttering groan from the relief of his orgasm. You wiggled your way through your own relief and bit into the meatiest part of Gabriel's shoulder. The two of you then lay intertwined. Breathing in unison, heartbeats in sync.

"We should get back to the party."

"The party?" Gabriel lifted his head, grinning at you. "This was not it?"

"No." You said, hating yourself for returning his cheap smile.

"Oh, I guess we should return then. One problem though."

"What?"

"We have nothing to wear."

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[pebblume]

guys i haven’t had time to write in weeks and it’s driving me INSANE. to help cope here are a bunch of percabeth fic ideas i have rattling around my brain that i may or may not get around to writing at some point

annabeth is assigned for cabin inspection and percy slept in (cue speed cleaning and attempted flattery and bribery to avoid punishment). this one is deeply unserious

since we didn’t get it in the show with the spider trap in the tunnel of love i’d love to write some other situation where annabeth gets scared by spiders and percy helps her through it and they talk about their fears 

ok ok. hear me out. pjo tv trio watching the lightning thief musical. i’m normally not into “characters watch their own media” type fics, but i think it could be fun to write while also allowing for some introspection! they’re just experiencing this weird uncanny valley where everything is familiar but it’s so different at the same time and also everyone is singing?? percy laughs at his own jokes of course and grover is a theatre kid so he’s nerding out and annabeth is confused (the only musical she’s ever seen is the wizard of oz) but entertained. i think it could be silly

lovesick au with an extra dose of angst. percy gets accidentally drugged with aphrodite’s love magic (and naturally annabeth is the first person he sees) so now she has to deal with a very clingy percy who's sweet and considerate and would do anything she asked but it's not her percy. like she wanted him to like her back but not like this ;-; happy ending tho obviously

hypervigilance and hyperfixation - annabeth has always had to be aware of her surroundings and never let her guard down (ptsd from her childhood and being a demigod), until this boy comes into her life and now all her attention zones in on him whenever he’s within a 50 yard radius. just a little drabble on all the little things you notice when you’re constantly aware of your crush and how even their annoying habits or flaws become hopelessly endearing

annabeth with glasses would be so cute?? (credit to @vicwritesfic for the idea!). basically just some percabeth moments told through glasses: annabeth first getting them and percy helping her feel comfortable with them when she gets self conscious, annabeth losing them in the lake and percy retrieving them, percy trying her glasses on because i think that’s a universal glasses wearer experience, percy finding her asleep at her desk with her glasses askew and taking them off gently, etc. etc. you get the idea

ok y’all know that saying that’s like “you know you like your crush when they get an awful haircut and they’re still attractive to you”? that’s it, that’s the fic. i’m thinking percy gets an unwilling haircut and he gets all embarrassed because his head is a fuzzy egg now, but annabeth still finds him cute because she's down catastrophically bad. he gets his curls back at the end tho don’t worry!

percy is cursed to be honest when he lies to a god and now he can’t stop telling annabeth how pretty her eyes are and how much he admires her; he can’t even use sarcasm - he’s defenseless! basically an excuse for me to torture percy and make him finally talk about his feelings

post tlt. annabeth ran away again after fighting with her father, but instead of going back to camp she goes to stay with the jackson’s (with the obligatory shows-up-on-their-doorstep-sopping-wet-and-pathetic scene and sally decides to adopt her immediately). it was supposed to be for a weekend, but percy convinces her to just stay until they have to go back to camp (about three weeks) and cute domestic shenanigans (and angst) ensue!

percy just got his driver's license after the titan war and takes annabeth for a ride to montauk to meet grover (she obviously has to tease him about the time he was 12 and crashed a car because he was too busy looking into her eyes). they sing along to their favorite songs and percy gets road rage and they stop for ice cream. basically a chance for them to be normal teens because they deserve it!

pen pal au where percy and annabeth write each other letters during the school year (takes place after tlt). just little moments in their lives told through letters and photos and mementos (sally insists on express mailing annabeth blue cookies after a fight with her parents ofc). it’s not the same as having each other there in person, but it helps with the distance. my way of coping with the hiatus between tlt and SoM ;-;

bi percabeth my beloved!! fic about percy’s bi awakening after reflecting on all his boy crushes (childhood friend, luke, beckendorf, etc). he comes out to annabeth after the war and they have this very touching moment where they talk and hug it out. then annabeth is like “oh also I like girls” “you couldn’t have led with that??” “i didn’t want to steal your moment!”

i've also been drafting out some percy pov chapters to my fics "i miss you like a little kid", "nothing's going to hurt you baby", and "punched in the gut (feels like being in love" so those are in the works!!

phew. and that's not even all of them (i think about them an unhealthy amount). i miss writing these two so much, but i won't really have a chance to breath from my school work until spring break so wish me luck ;-;

as always you can find my finished fics here :3

[aokoaoi]

Hello and good morning/afternoon/evening!!! I'm unsure if you write for Lo'ak or do angst but can I request a Lo'ak angst where reader has to watch Lo'ak and Tsireya fall in love from a distance and everyone but Lo'ak and Tsireya know about reader's gigantic crush please? I'd prefer a sad ending where Lo'ak never finds out and she has to fake a smile whenever she's around him but maybe someone *cough* Aonung *cough* sweeps her off her feet ;))). But ofc, you can skip over this request if you want to <333

◗ pairings :: lo'ak x fem!reader.

◗ warning's :: tiniest bit of atwow spoilers. slight angst. slight jealousy if you squint. slight fluff. comfort if you squint.

◗ author's note :: i tried turning this one into a less toxic ones, because from the past ff that I've read, these kinds of situations end up being toxic/unhealthy. new format also<3.

You loved that boy ever since.

He was someone who you could always count on. Someone you can always trust, and look forward to waking up just to see them every single day.

He was the light of your life. He treated you so well to the point you even thought he was reciprocating your feelings for him. But now, you watched him drift apart from you as he laughed with another girl.

Were you mad? No, you weren't. We're you upset? Yes, you were.

Upset of what?

Upset of a simple admiration ending up to disappoint you. It hurt to see him so happy with the Tsahìk's daughter than he was with you, they looked so good together, too. It hurts so bad.

Everyday, was all he thought about you was a friend? Someone who he can trust with his troubles? Someone who he can just hang out everyday to entertain his boredom?

You truly can't bare to see Lo'ak and Tsireya so happy with eachother. Their laughters and giggles bubbling in the air reaching up to your drooping ears.

You only can muster a strained smile when he comes to hang out with you after Tsireya leaves. We're you just some 'another person' he can go to once the one he truly likes to be with goes? You didn't want to think badly of him, really.

You weren't together in the first place, and neither can you control who he likes, but you wish he hadn't just threw you aside after he found someone new.

Sighing deeply, your ears drooped down to the sides on your head, the strands of your hair brushing against your ears at the actions. You were with Tuktirey, taking a rest from the water as you were both tired from the learning.

Tuk pouts at you, walking towards you as she stops in front of your seated position. "(nickname), why are you so sad?" She questions softly upon hearing your tired sighs.

Your eyes snapped towards her, removing its gaze on the sand as you looked at her sympathetically. Were you seriously so acting pathetic to the point a seven year old noticed? How embarrassing..

"I'm not sad, Tuk. Im just tired.." You let out softly, smiling at the girl as she looked at you unconvinced.

"I know you're sad, (nickname). I know what your sad face looks like." She says stubbornly, standing her point until you tell her the truth. You slightly laughed at her words, amused. "I have a signature sad face? What does it look like?" You attempted to stray her away from her point.

She tried to mimick your facial expressions, watching as her face scrunched. "I don't think I'm doing your sad face right.." she hums, looking down at her nose as if she was trying to see her expressions. You giggled, your hands caressing her hair.

"But you still look pretty when you're sad, yknow? So pretty! You never have a time where your prettiness goes away, (nickname)." She states adorably, smiling cutely.

"Really? I'm sure my sleeping face is pretty ugly."

Tuktirey hums at your words. "Well you wouldn't know.. you can't see yourself when you're asleep!" She exclaims as a matter of fact. "But I wouldn't know either.. I haven't seen you asleep. Plus, it'd be kind of weird to look at your friend while they're sleeping." She pouts.

You laughed, arms wrapping around her form as you pulled her into an embrace. "You're so cute, reyrey~" You pressed a peck on her cheeks, watching as she giggled.

"You look so miserable right now.." Neteyam looked at you, slightly concerned. You slightly glare at him for stating that right in front of his friends. Ao'nung also turns to you, as if wanting to see you pathetic.

"Gee, thanks Neteyam. As if I hadn't known that already." You waved him off, tucing out for your ilu as you, Neteyam and few of his friends were getting ready for hunting.

"Awhh. You poor thing, are you homesick?" Rotxo perks up, frowning at you sympathetically. You looked at him for a slight second, dumbfounded.

"Are you.. awhing me? Skxawng." You turned away, huffing under your breath.

"If you're not gonna tell us, we're not leaving this place." Neteyam voiced out, watching as you paused. You turned to him, blankly.

"You boys wouldn't know. It's girl things, you'd find it hilarious if I told you." You commented. Ao'nung crosses his arms, feeling challenged at your words; "Oh really? Try me."

"Try US." Neteyam glances at him, correcting Ao'nung.

You blew raspberries, rolling your eyes. "It's not important."

"Yes it is. My sister only acts like this if something reaaally got on her nerves. So if you won't tell us, we'll force the information out of you." Neteyam perked up immediately after your statement.

"Come on, (nickname). We won't laugh at you, i promise." Rotxo smiles, encouraging you to speak up. You let out a frustrated sigh, your nonexistent brows furrowing as your nose scrunched. "Fine. But if one of you laughs, im setting an appointment for you in hell."

The three boys immediately stops whatever would distract them. Their ears perked up, listening to whatever you're gonna say.

"There's this boy," You eyes their reactions, creeper out by their weird stares. "I like him. But—"

"He likes someone else?!" Rotxo cuts you off, and you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. The two remaining boys looked at you for confirmation, and you sighed as you nodded your head.

"Oh..." Neteyam pursed his lips, knowing who exactly you were talking about.

"..So? There's lots of boys here just practically waiting to get your attention in the village." Ao'nung breaks in, looking confused still.

"You don't get it, Ao'nung. This boy is someone I've spent practically my whole life with— and he just throws me away." You hissed slightly at the thought, distaste filling your tongue.

Rotxo makes a face as you revealed way too much, now feeling guilty for encouraging you to say why you're acting so miserable.

Neteyam looks at you sympathetically as you let go of your Ilu, looking done. "I can't believe I'm even talking to you boys about it right now." You whispered, looking down into the water as you hugged yourself.

"Look, I'm sure what you're feeling would eventually pass. It would be hard, but I promise you, it'll hurt less just as you slowly lose your feelings for him." Neteyam slightly touches your arm, smiling in comfort. You bit your tongue, wanting to say something but just let's it go.

"Let's just go hunting." You finally looked at them, grabbing the hunting gear from Ao'nung without a second thought. The boys looked at eachother as you swam away with your Ilu, wincing at the damage they just made.

"I take the blame." Rotxo raises his hand, making the two look at him blankly.

"I'm getting good, y'know?"

You hummed at his words, listening intently as he told you about his day. Lo'ak claps his hands, continuing to boast about his progress with a smug smile.

"Lo'ak?"

He stopped talking at your words, looking at you expectantly when you called out to him. He raised a brow, watching as you tried to form tour words carefully. "..do you like that girl? Tsireya?"

Lo'ak's eats drooped at your question, his lips pursing nervously. You eyed his reactions, and smiled reassuringly. "You can trust me, Lo'ak." You patted his hand, waiting patiently at his answer.

"Truthfully. I don't know yet?" You hummed, understand where he was getting at. You ignored the stinging sensation in your chest as you forced yourself to listen to him about Tsireya.

If you were gonna move on from him, you're gonna have to confirm of he really likes Tsireya. It wouldn't be healthy if you continued to like the boy while he liked another one, your mama taught you better than that.

"She's nice, really caring as well. But I've only known her for a few days, but then again there's some kind if connection." He looks at you, observing as you were following his words.

"So you're unsure?" He nods at your question.

"..maybe I can help..? Help you figure out your feelings for her, I mean."

He looked hesitant by your words. But he eventually nods his head again, appreciating your offer. You slightly grinned, happy how he can trust you like how he did back at home.

"First, tell me how you feel about her."

Lo'ak clears his throat, humming in thought. "I think she's really sweet, friendly, and just over all likable. She's really cute too, y'know? Her encouragement and praises are so simple, but it just motivates me to keep learning." He smiles as he talks about her.

You notice his way of speaking about the girl, and that was when you finally accepted his feelings for her.

"Sounds like you like her.." You voice out, watching him snap to look at you in surprise.

"Seriously? But doesn't it seem.. weird? It's only been a few days." He shrugged, still finding it oddly weird that he can develop such feelings for Tsireya in just a few days. You slightly laughs at him, shaking your head.

"Lo'ak. If your feelings for her are genuine, pure, and just overall real, then there's no point in denying you like her. Loving and liking are two different things, liking can develop in just a few weeks or so, but loving is a different step." You grinned in amusement as he still remained unsure.

"You sure..?" He looks at you suspiciously. You put up a tight smile, nodding.

"I'm sure."

He let's out an exhale, his hand coming down from his face in literal disbelief. "Wow.. you girls are definitely a whole different breed when it comes to emotions." He awes, slightly grinning at the roll of your eyes.

"Oh please, it's not just us girls."

"No, seriously! Just think about it. You could tell I liked Tsireya just by listening me talk about her? Like, that's practically magic." He teases you. You scoffed playfully, shoving him slightly to the side.

You decide to humor him, and you nodded smugly. "Yknow what. Maybe it is magic?" He gasps, and you chuckled.

"Okay, stop that now." You scolded him, watching as he continues to gasp at you, looking at you as if you were some kind of wizard.

Ao'nung sits beside you out of nowhere, following your line of gaze. He looks at Tsireya and Lo'ak playing in the water, watching as they splashed water on eachother while their cackles filled the air.

The boy turns to you, intently watching your side profile as the sunset perfectly lightened your face, the light complimenting your skin.

"You're smiling at them..? I thought you'd be sad." You grunted at the sound of his voice, turning to him, displeased that your mood got ruined.

"I'm smiling, because I'm happy." You gritted out, slouching your back as you huffed. "But now, I am sad because you ruined my mood."

"You're.. happy? Why?" He stupidly questioned. Just yesterday, you were acting so stiff and miserable to the point even his idiotic friend Rotxo noticed. But now you were happy for the cause of your miserableness yesterday? Man, girls do have weird moodswings.

"Because he's happy, Ao'nung. I took your stupid words yesterday, and also Neteyam's. I'm gonna move on." You spoke up, turning away from him.

He looks at you in realization. "Oh.. well good for you." He smiles. You glanced at him, your nose srunching in amusement. "If you're here to talk to me, you're doing a bad job." You perked up, your ears twitching as it caught the sound of Ao'nung's disappointed sound.

"You're words absolutely hurt, you know that? Be more nicer to me." Her pouts. You hide your amused grin from your hand, but your chuckles managed to reach his ears.

"I helped him realize his feelings for your sister earlier. We had a talk, and when I heard him talk about her so genuinely, I finally accepted that he wasn't the one for me." You suddenly said amongst the silence. Ao'nung straightens his posture upon hearing your words.

"Well, what's it for you then?"

"..what's what? I don't get what you mean." You turned to him with furrowed brows, confused by his point.

"Don't you want to feel loved, too?" His eyes flicked around your face, observing the perfect lighting that bounced off your smooth skin. You contemplated for a while. "I do want to feel loved. But I'm not gonna seek that from someone who's happy with someone else. I'm gonna eventually find someone who truly loves me, as do I with them, but now isn't the time for me." You state, watching as the boy awed at you words.

"That's pretty smart. I'm happy for you, (name)."

You grinned, "That's the first time you called me by my real name. usually you call me idiot." Ao'nung looks at you in faux surprise, a hand coming to his chest as he gasped. "I do not."

"You do!" You chuckled. Ao'nung shakes his head in disbelief, frowning at you. "You always make me sound like a bad guy."

"I do not."

"You do!"

"Now you're just imitating me." You crossed your arms across your chest, pouting as Ao'nung opened his mouth to say something idiotic again.

"I am not."

Lo'ak watches as you smiled at Ao'nung. He knew about your admiration for him, but he was too scared to tell you he doesn't feel the same way. Every day, he had to face you casually as if he wasn't guilty of what he felt about you.

It was equally as painful for him to watch you fall for him, back when you were both still at the forest. It hurt more when he saw you hurting when you see him with Tsireya.

He only saw you as a friend. Someone who he trusts, and always look forward to spending his day with. His feelings for you were never romantically, and he felt bad for leading you to thinking he felt the same just for treating you well.

He noticed your move when you talked to him about Tsireya. He was worried for a moment, but then you started to talk to him into helping him realize he has romantic feelings for the girl. He was slightly happy you were moving on from him. You deserve so much more than him, you deserve someone who wouldn't hurt you like how he did.

He wants to see you happy. That's all he wanted for you.

© aokoaoi.

[katuschka]

Scene Two – I am His Guitar, I Gently Weep

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader (1st person narrative + Jake's POV)

1.590 words

My lover praises me for not holding back. He loves listening to my moans and screams, when he plays me like an instrument. But sometimes, when it’s not allowed, or when I’m just a bit too loud, he puts a hand around my throat to control my pulse and my shaky breath. I am his guitar, I gently weep…

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, penetrative sex, choking, oral sex, rough blowjob, light bondage, masturbation, dirty language

It was one of those early, gloomy mornings when I missed him the most. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, cradling a mug full of steaming coffee in my hands, when my phone chimed, announcing a new message from Jake. 

It was just a simple Hey sweetheart, I got something for you, with some audio file attached to it. 

“Jake, babe! Are you already up or still awake?”

Still awake…I just wanted to finish this and send it to you. It’s a gift. 

“I new song?”

Not really… but I think you’ll like it.

“Should I play it now?”

Are you heading to work?

“In a bit, yeah. Just finishing my coffee.”

Maybe you should wait until you get back home.

Hey babe, I…uuum, it’s 4 am and I cannot sleep. I was lying in my bunk, thinking about you, missing you. Are you missing me too? I bet you are. In my mind, I still hear you crying on the phone. I played it cool, but it moved me deeply. 

That’s why I decided to tell you about all the moments I keep replaying in my head when I feel the same. Because I do feel the same and you should know. Just like a moment ago, when I was tossing and turning and the sleep just wouldn’t come, because I kept thinking about the sensation your hot skin leaves on mine when we touch. I need you, so I need to do this. Now it’s almost like talking to you, even though you’re probably fast asleep now. Yes, I’m a bit tipsy, so what. I need you to know. I hope this message finds you well tomorrow morning. I shall close my eyes now for a brief second and pray to Morpheus to send my astral body to greet you in your dreams. And maybe more. 

Because I love watching you sleep. I wish I could right now, but alas, you are out of reach momentarily. I live my dreams in the waking hours and I don’t regret doing so, but this is the price I pay. I know it’s hard on you and it pains me that I cannot hold you right now. So at least let my voice cradle you while I’m away. 

So, yes, I love watching you sleep. Just like I did the night before I hit the road again. You fell asleep while I was reading, with your leg propped against mine and your parted lips almost touching my elbow. 

I couldn't concentrate on the story anymore. You got me distracted again, this time with the gentle whiffs of your warm breath that you kept caressing me with. You have this power over me, invading my mind with every little thing you do. Nothing you do is ever mundane. Every moment spent with you is festive. So, I put the book down and snuggled down closer to you. I kissed those parted lips – I couldn’t help it – and you huffed slightly from your sleep, like an angry little girl that’s being teased. I had to bite my lip so as not to laugh, too afraid to fully wake you. 

You looked lovely. You always do, but there’s something about you when you sleep. So innocent looking, even though I know you’re not. 

I kissed you again, this time on that tiny birthmark right under your right eye. It dances when you smile, just like that wavy little strand of hair that keeps falling in your eyes, making your nose scrunch when it tickles your cheek. I pushed it back with my fingertips and stroked your hair a bit. You smiled in your sleep and I hoped you were dreaming about me, because I dream about you all the time. 

There’s this song that’s occupied my mind for quite a while and when I was watching you like that, I heard it fully formed in my head again. I played it to Josh one day and I told him what it means. We agreed that I should probably do this one completely on my own, because only I could sing it right. And you know what? I think I will. I already have all the words, anyway. I haven’t written them down yet, but they’re enshrined in my mind. 

I kept singing that song in my head as I was watching you later when the morning came. You were in the kitchen, spreading butter and honey on my toast, oblivious to my presence in the doorway. You looked like a fairy in your vintage sheer batiste nightdress. Your hair was wild and tangled and you had sleep lines on your shoulder and cleavage. You always get those when you sleep soundly after sex and it always makes me wanna bury my face in your tits.

Oh, your tits, my love… I could write a whole album in honor of those downy pillows and it still wouldn’t do them justice, baby. The way they bounce and swing when I fuck you hard… just thinking about it makes me hard in seconds. 

Do you like listening to me talking about fucking you? I could write a novel. A whole encyclopedia dedicated to all the things we do that make me lose my fucking mind. 

When you gag on my cock with tears running down your cheeks. I love it because I know you do. I love watching you roll your eyes in ecstasy while I hold you by the nape of your neck until you’re begging for air. I love when you play with your pussy while deepthroating me, but you really took my breath away when you begged me to bind your hands behind your back. I almost came on the spot, almost ruined the moment… I will forever carry you in my arms just for moments like these. I will ruin you, but I will protect you. I promise no one will ever harm you. You’re my baby. Mine.

Should I continue?

When I have your shaking thighs wrapped around my head as I lap up your overflowing juices. That’s where I’m most at home. If you suffocated me, I’d die happy.

Or when I hold you down, my fingers wrapped around your neck, watching you watching me with a mixture of defiance and reverence in your eyes. Always pushing my buttons and always eager to pay the price. 

But one thing really messed me up recently, and I keep replaying it in my head all the time. We’d been devouring each other on the couch all afternoon, not even bothering to get dressed that day, just wandering around the house naked in between our orgasms. 

I was just making us dinner when I saw you sitting on the backrest with your own back turned to me, combing your hair after I’d completely mussed it earlier that day. You had your arms up and it accentuated your slender waist. Your curves made me ravenous, but not for food. You had me drooling like Pavlov’s dog, baby. 

I crept behind you and dug my fingers in the pillowy flesh of your hips. You squeaked in surprise so I covered your mouth with my hand and whispered in your ear to just keep still and be my obedient baby. I know you loved and your shaky exhale told me just how much. You kept your arms up, crossing them behind your head, and afraid to make more noise without my permission, you only sobbed when I bit your earlobe, while tracking your curves all the way down from your armpits back to your love handles. Oh, I grabbed them with love, no doubt…and lust. I love you baby, you know I do… but I’m in lust with you, baby… so much and so madly it makes me howl on the Moon. 

I pulled you closer to me, with your lovely bottom hovering over the edge and your weeping cunt now within reach. I didn’t hesitate, burying my fingers in that warm, wet cave that calls me master. But we’ll ruin the upholstery, you said. I replied that I don’t fucking care. And then I pushed into you. And I began to play. 

That’s what it was like. I held your left arm in the air and kept stroking your soft belly while you kept tugging at my hair with your right hand. And the noises you were making, oh baby, so sweet. Weeping gently, from your eyes as well as all over my dick. I swear I will never recover. When you came, you squeezed me so hard I saw stars. And then again, and again…until you milked me dry.

So I must tell you this… I was on stage the other night, right in the middle of one of my solos, when it crept back in my mind. I saw you again, with your back leaning against me. I felt you again, and for a moment I completely forgot where I was. I felt my blood rushing down, and I touched myself. Right there, in front of thousands of people. They all saw it. And now they all know. You’re my true Beloved. 

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