#yes he's awake and taking it as a prompt instead

[lokiverserp]

🌱 Favourite past time?

---Hard question, to which there isn't really any one answer, there?

Sparring is a habit more than a past time, but I do enjoy it when I have an opponent I don't have to be careful with.Believe it or not, Rogers doesn't fit that bill all the time. He may be strong enough, but his muscle density doesn't match up to that of a race that is comparative enough physically to Asgardians to have managed to be opponents and competitors for what was among the last of the Great Wars. Barnes does sometimes, if he makes smart use of his arm; and Stephen when is getting there when it comes to magic but.. for the most part unless I'm sparring with an Asgardian, their durability is comparatively something I have to be wary of. Which, can be a fun challenge in it's own some days too though, don't get me wrong.

That aside, there's a few. First is and probably always will be learning, or experiencing new things: and that doesn't just apply to books and the like, before you ask.

Having a phone again now, I've discovered I enjoy puzzle games (well most games really) surfing the internet is another.

Pretty things are nice. But seeing the changes in expression on the face of someone I care about when I make them something with any thought behind it is even better. (Yes this includes meals... which..)

I do also enjoy cooking, these days. The way food and spices have changed over the past thousand and a half years on earth is fun and interesting to me.

🐞 What's your favourite thing about where you live?

--- Oh my. The potential, I suppose. Earth and it's currently dominant species has a great deal of that! You're at this unique place in what's going to be your history; on a lot of levels: that many observers simply do not get to witness first hand. It's a painful process, especially as you make the mistakes necessary to get to being a whole people you can be entirely proud of, but; absolutely captivating to watch for all the passion you put behind even those. Disappointing at times yes, but definitely worth gritting one's teeth through the grimaces and wince-worthy portions for. Also, Red Bull.

🐌 What is a nice thing someone has done for you in the last week?

---Gerald --yes, I still refuse to call him Vision, if you read this Anthony-- recently made a go of making myself, Wanda and Barnes breakfast: regardless of his running track record in the kitchen. Sweet and determined thing that he is, our house bio-mechanoid spent a good six hours trying to get the eggs alone just right. They were perfectly fluffy but; well.. don't know how Buck managed to keep his face straight when he put them in his mouth. He'd mistaken sugar for salt again, and overdone that seasoning a bit. Before you ask, yes: I did eat them all regardless. Adding the Bacon to the scramble in bits helped but, Wanda seemed to be concerned for my health after, dear girl.

🐸What is something you are looking forward to?

---There are a few things but; focusing on something a little more positive? Probably Stephen stopping his squinty sort-of-angry pout in regards to what happened in Nepal. I understand it, I do but.. it has been months and I know very well he's smart enough to have figured everything out at this stage: especially after having followed my exoneration so closely in world and local media. Second would be our dear Jelly Bean's next science exhibit and exam results. Parker is incredibly fun to spend time of any sort with as is, but that sort is becoming a regular piece of joy to my days.

Also tacking down Banner's signal and bringing him home but that's another matter entirely.

🦉Whats the best think (*thing???) about nighttime

---I can do almost anything I want during the dark hours really. Testing how far, for how long and with what other limitations and perks my natural form comes with is a big one right now. I'm not entirely comfortable with it yet still, and definitely know next to nil about Frost Giants still between the lax and bias information available through Asgard and the former no trespassing decree that went with the old treaty: but I am most definitely working at getting there, first and at the least. This whole strange inner battery thing Lau explained has been interesting still to get a more refined control of; though I admit I've gained a great deal more fine control of it through our Ormr persona the last three or four years. The visual effect varies from pleasing to interesting me as well, and I wonder at it. Probably something I should ask him and Hvedrungr about sometime in the near future.

🌄Whats the best thing about daytime

---That's also difficult. The reverse of the initial answer above I suppose. Barring time zones it's when I am at my most social. I am not an early morning person without reason (in part because even I do have to sleep and) mostly because I do spend a lot of the dark hours at my most active. If the afternoons and night time is when I get the most done without interruption: then the rest of that day is mostly spent touching base with the others and if needed, adjusting plans accordingly.

🌳What's a sing (song??) that makes you happy

---Oh stars there are more of these than I can count. I love music, and both Centarans and Terrans have some of the most diverse music selections available and growing. It's difficult to pick without picking one from every genre; I simply cannot make up my mind on just one... so I'll name just a few.

- Carry On (Kygo & Rita Ora [Pokemon]) {always with thoughts for Anthony & Pepper}

-On My Way (Alan Walker, Sabrina Carpenter & Faruko)

-I Found (Amber Run) {pretty much any time I talk to my Brother & Anthony at the same time; back and forth to whom in the lyrics}

🍃Whats something you are proud of yourself for doing today?

---Not throttling my Thor (and sometimes Clayton's) when he slips back into the habits his father has pressed into him when interacting with me in any way, shape or form. (Twice today, so phrasing it like that yes.)

🐝Why is your favourite animal?

---I am going to assume that's supposed to be what is your favorite animal???? On Earth: definitely Platypus, Silkie Chickens, and Giraffes. Nature was high as a kite those days, clearly: and they amuse me to no end.

Also I feel obligated to mention that if CG animals count, I must agree with LiLi: Hei-Hei (from Moana) is life, and you can fight me on it.

Why I like them all fall to the same thing though; the absolute chaos and sense of humor in nature they represent in one way or another.

🌸 Did you drink water today?

---No. And I am fully aware you probably do not count Red Bull, regardless of it actually containing water.

Positivity asks

🌱 Favourite pasttime?

🐞 What's your favourite thing about where you live?

🐌 What is a nice thing someone has done for you in the last week?

🐸What is something you are looking forward to?

🦉Whats the best think about nighttime

🌄Whats the best thing about daytime

🌳What's a sing that makes you happy

🍃Whats something you are proud of yourself for doing today?

🐝Why is you favourite animal your favourite animal?

🌸 Did you drink water today?

[miss-cincaide]

Can we try…? 

Summary: Megumi knows how to get you to try new things in bed. It’s like a little dance between you two, but even when all the steps are right, there’s still plenty of room for it to take a different route, Or the time Megumi wants to try something new and it turns into a quickie

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Megumi Fushiguro (aged up!) Kinktober prompt 7: Quickie  WC: 1.9K Warnings: Minors DN, 18+ content! Contains (p in v, unprotected), trying new kinks, quickie, light choking, pet names and praises, cursing, PwP

Megumi has an approach, a method to the way he tackles ‘new things’ and ‘sex’ in the same context. It’s never a spontaneous- spurr-of-the-moment request in the middle of getting hot and steamy, or a prolonged nagging until you give in. Instead, it’s always this meticulously planned mission that lasts over several days- if not weeks—slowly giving you hints and time to ease into the idea. To figure out what you want; are you curious? Scared? Comfortable? Aroused? Are you okay with him asking you for it or is it off-limits entirely? 

He always does it in a way that gives you time to think—a chance to set your boundaries without feeling pressured or scared that you are disappointing him. Just react and move on, no questions asked.  

And it drove you fucking wild. 

The kind of wild you’re ready to drop your panties, bend over and receive his cock with a gracious ‘yes please’ and ‘fuck me baby’ in one breath. The kind where you edge him on through flirty texts while he is away on his mission, and if you’re really desperate, then some naughty pictures too. Just enough that when he comes home at midnight, he’s just as fucking hot and bothered as you’ve felt the entire day. Rock-hard on, more teasing which leads to a messy, loud and steamy round one in the shower- the usual catalyst of that equation. 

Normally that is.

But as you stare at the computer and the ‘accidentally open’ history full of search terms spread over the last few weeks, you don’t know what to make of this particular kink. Your hand shakes slightly, moving the mouse to the ‘delete history’ button, then away from it, then back to it. The frown on your lips grows more profound as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought. You don’t know what to do with it. Cockwarming. What the heck even is that? You click through some of the links. Definitions and explanations, but still don’t get the complete picture of it. Or at least what’s so arousing about it. You take a step back from the screen, glance at the clock, and conclude that you don’t have a lot of time until Megumi comes home. Of course, you could postpone deciding- there’s never any pressure for sex or otherwise when he’s around. But also, you haven’t seen him for a few days. You missed him, and want to feel the connection, the intimate closeness that came with being vulnerable and trying something new with your loved one. 

You take a long moment to consider the act itself.  Is it so out there that you’d never want to try it? No. You’ve done plenty of penis in pussy action, a lot of it left you whimpering and asking for more. And part of your aftercare was spooning and cuddling. Technically it wasn’t something you two hadn’t done yet, but you also knew you were gonna struggle with feeling him close without chasing the high of an orgasm. Was that a deal breaker? 

Fuck it! 

You closed down the computer and headed back to your joint bedroom to freshen up before settling under the warm covers, silently waiting for Megumi to come home. 

You must have dozed off waiting for him because you woke up to the feeling of Megumi climbing into bed with you. His wet hair ticking the back of your neck, and the smell of your mango body wash filled your senses. His arm came to wrap around your waist, and you instantly wiggled closer to him, feeling the heat of his bare chest through your thin nightgown and the unmistakable outline of his half-hard cock through his boxers. 

The feeling instantly made you more awake. “Hmmm, you’re home and showered already, Gumi?” you groan out, salvaging the feeling of his lips showering your cheeks, your neck and your bare shoulder in kisses. You’re definitely enjoying the princess-wake-up treatment.

“ Got done early, missed you” Megumi mumbles, pressing a long kiss on your bare shoulder “ How is my baby doing?” the playful tone and care in his tone made you smile and snuggle closer to him, throwing your leg back and he caught it in between his thighs. He adjusts a little, then begins a soft rocking motion, at first trying to get as close to you as possible until you are cocooned up in his arms. Then it turned into sensual grinding. 

You are practically purring at the sensation, the warmth and the closeness. “ I miss you too.. So I.. ehem.. Thought if I napped a little, I’d get to see you sooner,” You slowly blink the sleep away as Megumi chuckles, pressing another long kiss to your neck. Purposefully avoiding the covered skin. “Gumi!” You whine then raise your shoulder, shaking off the nightgown strap until it slides further down your arm,  exposing your collarbone and the top part of your tits to him. 

You hear his humm, a clear indication that he is listening as he covers the newly exposed skin in kisses “What is it? Is my baby unhappy with something?” Megumi smirks against your skin, making sure to roll his hips just right as he asks. You feel every inch of him, from his needy tip to perfect lengths, and you grind right back against him, your hands seeking his out on your waist before tugging it down to where your nightgown meets your thigh. “Does my baby want something?” 

“Megumi” You’re whining now, rocking together with him. You want him, and you weren’t ready to untangle yourself from him anytime soon. You want him closer, closer, to lay in bed wrapped up in each other's arms. “About the thing- why?” 

 “ Why?” Megumi repeats slowly, blinking in thought, his long lashes brushing against your cheek as he tries to formulate his feelings into thoughts. “Because I want to feel my baby close, to be as close as we can physically be without rushing or needing to clean up the mess.” Megumi takes a shaky breath, kissing up your neck to your ear “Can– can I?” 

You hummed a little. You could understand that sentiment, in a way, “But there’ll be no pleasure.” You mumbled quietly. “Won’t it be boring?” 

“Does everything have to pleasure and excitement?” as if to prove his point, he presses another long kiss on your shoulder, holds his lips there, looking at you through long lashes. His gaze is intense; he is eating you up with his eyes, turning your insides on fire and mush all at once. 

You fall in love with him all over again. From the messy hair, gentle touch, and worshipping kisses to the way he looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing in existence. Most precious to him. 

“Let's try”, you whisper, and you see him hesitate for a second, clearly not sure if he’s pushing you too much, and it makes you smile.’ God you adore this man’, you think to yourself as you press a kiss to his forehead, another on his hair, and then duck down to his lips. The kisses are soft and loving, a stark contrast to the way you grind your ass against his crotch. Your nightdress hikes up until it's just your bare skin against his damp boxers. 

Megumi breaks the kiss, biting down the moan on his lips as he drops his head on your shoulder.  “Fuck baby, you’re too good to me” Reaching out he clutches your hand in his while the other one leaves your thigh to pull down his boxers. “Too good.” Another kiss is on your shoulder while he adjusts your leg, shifting it from between his legs to on top of them. 

“You’re one to talk” you breathe out, spreading your legs wider, salvaging the feeling of his cold fingers between your legs. Checking to make sure you’re okay, that you’re aroused enough, relaxed enough. Megumi doesn’t want to hurt you, and every time he takes extra moments to check on you, it melts your heart; “I love you” Your eyes meet his for a second as he leans over your shoulder. 

“Love you too, baby” 

You both moan as he pushes inside you, slow and steady. Inch by inch until he’s nestled balls deep. You can feel him twitching, and it takes absolutely everything from you not to rock your hips. “God, I’ve missed you, Gumi.” You clench around him, and he curses.

“Fuck baby, Fuck. if you do that again I’m going to lose it” Megumi’s practically trembling in your arms.

“Do what Gumi?” You blink innocently, knowing he won’t be able to see it with his face buried in the crook of your neck, panting like a dog in heat. You know precisely what you’re doing. You can’t help it. “I’m not even–” You gasp as he pulls out and thrusts into you. The hand on your thigh drops between your legs, skilled fingers knowing exactly how to move to leave you breathless, while the palm of his second-hand lands on your throat. 

“Ohh just like that, Gumi, don’t stop” You whimper, turning your words into gasps and moans as his hand tightens ever so slightly around your throat. Let's go, then tightens again as he rolls his hips just fucking right and you meet them with a thrust of your own, your leg on his thigh spreading wider “Mmm s’close Gumi, ahmm, close” 

“God baby, yes, just like that pretty baby, clench just like that. You’re so good to me, your pussy feels so good, fuckk you’re so pretty like this-” 

You moan at the sweet nothingness in your ear, each breathless my pretty baby making you weak. You feel his thrusts quicken, the fingers on your clit rolling the bud a little rougher as Megumi cums first. The twitch, the hot cum, and the way he’s so deep, rocking his hips as if trying to go even deeper, sends you right after him. 

Everything stills, your hands clutch at each other, your head thrown back, barely getting air from the death grip on your throat, your hands clutch at him, nails dig into his skin. He isn’t much better with the way he clutches you. 

You’re trembling; he is trembling. 

The moment passes, and his grip loosens. You take a deep gasp of air, slumping into the sheets. Megumi rubs your leg, keeping it propped up against himself, thrusting a little deeper around the slick and the cum in a desperate attempt to keep his softening cock inside your warmth. 

Despite yourself, you giggle, and your eyes practically shine with mischief. “I thought cockwarming was without movement-” 

Megumi stiffens, and you don’t doubt his cheeks are tomato red. “Shut up” 

“-and I thought not everything needs to be excitement and pleasure.” You’re enjoying this a lot, almost as much as the sex. 

“Seriously, shut up.” Megumi raises his head and gives you a pointed look, which doesn’t look the least bit menacing when he’s bright pink, half from the embarrassment of having his words thrown back at him and half from the orgasm. 

“Or what?” You smile, twisting your body just a little more to face him. You feel him slip out of you in the process. Your eyes flicker downwards for a second before Megumi grasps your chin in his hand and forces you to look him in the eyes. 

“Or it’s round two. And this time I won’t be gentle” 

All you can do is grin, another taunt playing on the tip of your tongue. Quick loving sex after being apart for a few days is amazing; a rough several-hour-long fuck as round two is a treat you know you won’t be able to pass up.

 Maybe ‘Cockwarming’ had it’s uses after all..

Author note:

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[vrystalius]

Gyomei’s favourite dish.

His training is taking a great toll on both his mind and body. You took it upon yourself to make sure he’s eating regularly.

Flufftober prompt: Favourite food

Pairing: Gyomei x wife!reader

The smell of simmering rice inside your favourite pot and stir-fried vegetables filled the empty residence of the some hashira. You full heartedly supported the decision to plan a hashira-training instance in order to prepare the other slayers for the impending war against the demon king, but you are not approving the amount of meals Gyomei is skipping and nights he is skipping in order to either train his slayers or to train on his own. As his wife, you promised to each other to take care of the other. Your husband does that plenty by cooking meals, preparing baths or even cleaning the whole house. He’s incredibly sweet and so caring, so how can you not return the favour for once?

You’re preparing Gyomei’s favourite dish, Takikomi-Gohan. But since he’s still a devoted monk, you left the meat part out and instead used some fish your husband caught just this morning. Now, all you had to do is wait on your husband to return from his training and taste your with love (and with a hint of both boredom and loneliness) prepared dish.

You slowly got tired from waiting on him but were determined to stay awake, just to see the happy expression spread over his face once he realised you actually made his favourite dish. Finally, around midnight, your front door opened with your husband quietly treading through the hallways. Despite his blindness, he sensed your presence in the kitchen.

“Love. I believed you were in bed at this hour.”

Oh gods, his face looks sunken in and those black patches beneath his eyes reach all the way into the abyss, his clothes had a little dirt on them and the muscles on his forearm still looked incredibly tense, with thick veins protruding. Gyomei cocked his head slightly and approached you. You shoved the bowl of Takikomi-Gohan towards him.

“I cooked you a little something, I thought you’d might like to eat after training.”

You took his large palm into yours and handed him some chopsticks as a way to encourage him to take a bite. A soft smile spread across his face. Your husband sat down beside you and pulled the dish closer to himself before turning to you.

“Have you eaten today?”

His worrying made you smile a little. You patted his bicep to give him some physical reassurance.

“Yes, don’t worry. Please, go ahead.”

His smile grew and began eating the dish you so lovingly prepared for him. Tears began streaming down his face once he recognised what you’ve made for him. Gyomei gently placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb slowly running up and down.

“You remembered my favourite. Thank you.”

Your husband leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled softly and his affection and leaned your head against his bicep, your hand briefly brushing over his arm before finding rest on top of his large hand that was still resting on your thighs.

“Will you be joining me in bed soon? I’m tired.”

Hearing you say this made more tears flow down his cheeks. A hint of a smile spread on his face.

“If you are patient enough to wait on me to finish this meal, I can show you my second favourite dish.”

Knowing exactly what he meant by his smile, your whole face flushed and you gently slapped his arm. You’re not quite used to your husband flirting with you out of nowhere. Perhaps it’s the sleep depravation speaking for Gyomei.

🎃

Now, I really like Gyomei, but I’m always incredibly nervous whenever I write for him. I’m intimidated by both his blindness and his character XD also, I’m wondering if anyone ever reads my little author notes. I’m always just talking about silky unrelated stuff anyway, soo…

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves!

🎃 Oktober event masterlist 🎃

[meowshark12]

i know it won't work (rc)(3)

series summary: you're best friends with topper, kelce, and rafe. it has never bothered you to see them with other girls, knowing that they usually only have flings, but, when rafe gets what appears to be a girlfriend, how does this change things?

(not canon)rafe x kook!reader, original characters

chapter 3 summary: the after effects of Topper's party. I'll leave it at that.

warnings: rafe is pissing me off.

2.4k words, basically unedited.

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chapter 3: why

...

Topper's party ends with you, Stella, and Macey walking back over to your house after the vast majority of the crowd had dissipated. All who remained there ended up crashing somewhere in the great unknown of Topper's parent's estate.

You wake up in your bed next to a snoring Macey and an already awake Stella, who greets you with a soft smile and your water bottle. You sit up.

"Thanks," you whisper, careful to not wake Macey. You take a few sips of your water, not realizing how thirsty you actually were. "what time is it?" you ask.

"only 8" Stella responds, which prompts you to lay back down (dramatically) and open your phone.

You are met with 11 messages from Topper from last night.

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top

yoooooo wya??

sent 1:28am

yn. are you here

sent 1:31am

did you fr go home?

sent 1:32am

omfg I see ur light on.

sent 1:32am

you actual pos

sent 1:32am

kelce and rafe are asking where you guys went

sent 1:36am

they say they're coming over

sent 1:37am

I told them not to. why did you leave?

sent 1:41am

what's wrong.

sent 1:45am

pls respond.

sent 1:46am

ok gn then. dont be mad.

sent 2:19am

...

You sigh. Stella shoots a questioning look your way before you show her your phone and she understands.

Macey stirs, though it is much too early yet for her to arise. She hums in her sleep, probably to tell you guys to be quiet.

"what do I even say to all this?" you ask, nobody answers, but you didn't really need an answer. You knew that you would explain to Topper that you and the girls just needed a girls night, but you also knew that he wouldn't buy it for a second.

You respond to Topper, and ask if he would want to meet you at the club for lunch, somewhat disregarding his messages but knowing he would force you into talking about last night somehow. Topper may not be the brightest, but he is much more in tune with emotions than someone might think. He says yes to lunch, and you turn your phone off, satisfied with the way you bought yourself a few more hours.

You think about the best way to approach the subject with Topper. Because 'hey me and the girls don't like that beautiful girl that you and the boys hangout with and we want you all to ourselves because it works better that way' doesn't seem like the right thing to say. Topper texts you again, asking if you could do coffee and bagels instead. You take a minute to respond though you know you'll say yes anyway. You were hungry and did need a hangover-curing coffee, as did your girls, you were sure.

You reply a nonchalant 'sure' to Topper before telling Stella your plans and that you'll bring her and Macey back their faves. Topper offered to drive, so you begin your walk to his house.

As you open the fence and walk through, you see Rafe's truck pulling out of the driveway with Amber in the passenger seat. You have to stifle a reaction, but you did not expect to see Rafe and Amber interact ever again. Rafe was usually a one-night kind of guy, not a one-night and drive you home the morning after kind of guy.

You had heard your fair share of Rafe's escapades in your group's conversations, but nobody in the group ever seemed phased to hear about anyone else's hookup stories.

Though, there was the one time that you shared a story that the boys, and especially Rafe, were not fond of.

You had just turned 17, and had all begun the night drinking your beverages of choice and hanging out in Kelce's room, if you could even call it that. Kelce's parents only had one kid, and they let him have free reign of their finished basement. So, as you all sprawled on the various couches and chairs there was conversation flowing aimlessly throughout the group.

Though, you started out talking to the girls (who prompted you) about your recent endeavors with a boy named John, the boys begun listening after they realized the topic of conversation. You were never entirely open with the boys about your personal life, so they were completely intrigued with the conversation.

You paused partway through your long story before realizing that the three nosy boys on the other side of the room had stopped their conversation to listen to you. You laughed, saying a quick "stop listening!" before rolling your eyes and turning back to the girls. When you saw that the boys had no intention of stopping their listening, you turned back to them and didn't speak.

"Oh come on, yn, we never get to hear about this stuff!" Kelce begins, raising his eyebrows and giving you a look to try to persuade you to continue.

"Yeah, yn, you know all about our lives, how come we rarely get to know about yours?" Topper chimes in, agreeing with Kelce's sentiment. Rafe is quiet, not sure if he wants to hear what you are going to say, but his gaze on you is intent, almost silently willing you to continue talking.

"Ugh. Okay. Well..." you begin, without really knowing how to continue. All you had really told the girls was that you had hooked up with John Townsend, the boy whose parents were the sole contributors of the Kildare Yacht Club. But, the boys hadn't been listening to who, all they heard was that you had hooked up with someone.

"Go on..." Macey says, hoping her prompting will elicit a reaction out of you.

"We've just hooked up a few times. It's not that big of a deal." You spit out finally, waiting to see what your friends will say.

"A few times?!?" Stella nearly yells. "I thought it was only the one time at his house?" She finishes, waiting for you to say something. Before you can, Macey interrupts.

"His house?!? I thought it was only at the..." she starts before glancing at the boys, "...you know where I thought it was." she finished meekly. The boys erupt in a series of "what"s and "no way"s, turning to you for an explanation.

You laugh and cover your face with your hands, your cheeks turning a shade of red that you didn't even know existed before now. The boys are all slack jawed and waiting for you to talk.

"Oh what? Like you all haven't had your fair share of hookups??" You start, "why is this so crazy?"

"because its YOU, yn. You've never told us about this stuff before, even when we ask!" Topper says, still bewildered. You look between the boys. Rafe seemingly deep in thought, Kelce wide eyed, and Topper's mouth still hanging open.

You begin to defend yourself before you are cut off by Rafe asking "Who is this guy?" and that's when you realize that they hadn't been listening the whole time. Topper and Kelce hum to show that they also want to know. You look over at Stella and Macey, both of whom are making faces at you to show that maybe you shouldn't tell the boys who this mystery man is that you've hooked up with more than one time.

"Ummmmmmm..." you start, not intending to share with them.

"Fine. If you don't want to share, we'll just got through your phone and find out ourselves." Topper says, lunging toward your phone with an open hand.

You protest, holding it out of reach. Some semblance of a fight ensues, the girls trying to keep them away and the boys pushing through (to the best of their ability without trampling a bunch of 17 year old girls) to get to your phone.

"FINE!" you finally shout, stopping the fight. "If you really want to know that bad... it was John Townsend." You finish.

Rafe is the first to speak. "What?" He says plainly.

"Did you really not hear me?" you say.

"no, I think I heard you. I just- what??" he finally answers.

You look at the rest of the group, the girls looking relieved but worried, and the other boys looking somewhat the same as Rafe.

"What's the problem with John?" you ask innocently.

"What's the problem? Yn what's NOT the problem?" Kelce begins before Topper finishes his sentence.

"Yeah, yn, that guy is bad news. His parents might be hot shit in Kildare, but he's a weirdo. Especially for younger girls, like you." Topper says, not intending to hurt you with his words, but they do sting a little.

Rafe is still silent, and you look to him to say something. He avoids your gaze, waiting for the other boys to be done.

"I think they just mean that you should be careful, yn" Stella begins, trying to fix the tension in the room.

"No, Stel, we mean that she shouldn't be so stupid to fuck around with a dirty loser like that guy." Rafe finally speaks up, and his words hurt you the most. "I mean really, yn. Be serious right now."

You're on the verge of tears, not expecting to be belittled in front of your only friends.

"Alright that's enough dumbass." Macey says. "She's allowed to do whatever she wants and doesn't need approval from anyone, especially not you idiots."

You give her a small smile. You're not sure why Rafe's words affected you that much. You all are silent for a moment before conversation restarts. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, hoping to get your bearings back.

Stella and Macey follow not long after you, and soon you are all on the bathroom floor. They begin explaining to you that the boys were just being stupid and protective like they always were, and that it just got out of hand. You agreed, and soon everything was back to normal. But, you had always thought about that moment before beginning to share something with your friends from that moment on.

Overall, the relationships of your friends were private from your friend group. In a way, all of your most important relationships were with each other. So why would you want that to change? Nobody ever really had serious relationships anyway, and you all liked it that way. At least you thought you all liked it that way.

Soon after you see Rafe and Amber leave, Topper comes out of the house and sees you leaning against the passenger door of his Jeep.

He gives you a small smile before unlocking his car. You open the passenger door and get in.

Topper climbs into the driver's seat right after you. "Coffee first or bagels?" he asks, avoiding the obvious awkwardness between the two of you.

"Bagels, probably? I'm gonna get coffee for the girls too, don't want it to melt," you reply easily, since conversation with Topper has always come naturally for you. Topper nods, turning up the music that was playing and rolling down the windows.

The drive to get bagels was short, short enough that neither of the two of you had tried to initiate conversation, but long enough that the awkwardness began to brew. After getting bagels, you buckled yourself in and felt the rumble of the engine, but Topper didn't shift the car to begin driving.

You knew that leaving early normally wouldn't have been a big deal for other people. Especially since you lived right next door, it makes sense to sleep in your own bed after a party instead of cramming into one person's house. But, the six of you always stayed, and if you didn't, you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

"So," Topper begins, "what's up with you?" he says, not necessarily intending to blame you for leaving early, but maybe he knew it was your idea to leave.

"What do you mean?" you challenge, hoping he will give you some information before you explain yourself.

"I don't know, it's just weird that you guys left yesterday," he says, pausing to take in your reaction. You nod with him, understanding why he would be upset about it. "Why did you leave without telling us? I mean, we know you live right there, but that's just never happened before. We were kinda worried... Rafe suggested showing up to your house and then Kelce wanted to go with him, but I figured we should just leave you guys be." At the mention of Rafe, your ears perk up. Why had he of all people suggested going over? Wasn't he preoccupied with Amber?

"Yeah, I know we should've told you we left," you say honestly, feeling bad that you left him high and dry. "Honestly," you begin, and Topper is now staring at you, "we were just not exactly feeling it, it was kind of a weird vibe outside with you guys... and Amber... and I don't know, we just figured we would go back to mine kinda early," you pause, seeing Topper's gaze soften. "I'm really sorry though, Top. You know I didn't mean to leave you like that. We aren't mad at you, the vibe was just off and we felt weird still being there." you finish.

"Okay... well if that's really it, and you're not mad, then we are all good. We just don't want to mess around with a mad yn, or a mad Macey, for that matter." You laugh, glad to have been able to dance around the point enough to satisfy Topper's craving for an answer from you.

The two of you finish your coffee run and come back to your house to a wide awake Stella and Macey awaiting your arrival.

"Finally!" Macey says dramatically, as if she hadn't woken up ten minutes prior.

"I think she means 'thank you'" Stella explains while helping you with their drinks.

"You're welcome," you respond, and Topper trails in behind you. After the two of you made up, you figured you might as well invite him in for breakfast.

After the four of you eat together, a notification from your group chat lights up your phone.

...

rafe

ward not home. druthers today at 12?

...

Kelce has already responded 'yes' and the four of you are in agreement as well. Today was going to be a day on the boat. You were hopeful that this would be able to mend the crack slowly forming in the group of the six of you.

But, your hopes were soon crushed when you arrived to the Druthers and see Rafe and Amber awaiting your arrival.

You look at the girls, and they're already looking at you. You sigh, shrug, and hope that you all can make the best out of the day ahead of you.

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a/n: hope you all keep enjoying! sorry for huge delay in posting. ill be back hopefully for a while!

[thesithdiaries]

Prisoner (Part 3; FINALE)

Set: Middle of season 1 to beginning of season 2

Pairing: (kind of) Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon female!reader, (platonic) overprotective!Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon female!reader

Warnings: typical westori violence, curse words/spoilers for both seasons but especially season 2, everyone being absolutely stupid, conversations about characters that were offed, major character death, talks of forced marriage, being made prisoner, bruises, scrapes, minor talk about weight and not eating

Plot: One of Viserys Targaryen’s final wishes was to see them married. To please him, Rhaenyra allowed her daughter to stay in the Red Keep alone, not knowing it would be a terrible mistake.

(Part 1) ; (Part 2)

“Get up!”

A rough voice boomed through the quiet chamber. You jolted awake, disoriented. As you tried to rub your eyes, you saw multiple Kingsguards entering in haste. “What’s happening?” Instead of answering, the knight grabbed your arm and dragged you out of bed. “What is the meaning of this? You’re hurting me!”

They rushed you to the Throne Room, and without a second thought, the knight pushed you, prompting you to fall to your knees, grimacing at the sting of the cold floor.

“You!” You lifted your head and saw Aegon. “This was your doing!”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, looking at Alicent and Otto, who stood next to Aegon. “I-I have no-”

“You killed my son,” Aegon growled, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at you. “You had him murdered in cold blood. Now I will do the same to you.”

“I would never hurt Jaehaerys,” You managed to say before Aegon took a step toward you.

“Son…” Alicent warned, noticing your appearance. Your skin was gray and lifeless, cheeks sunken, and eyes red.

“Perhaps we should let her speak,” Otto suggested, motioning for you to continue.

“I do not know what you’re talking about. I have been in my chambers all day, the one I have been locked in,” you reminded him.

“Liar. You did this as revenge because we are keeping you here.”

“Your Grace,” Lord Jasper interrupted, “the princess has not been seen leaving her chambers. There are guards in front of the door at all times.”

Deep down, Alicent knew you were innocent. You could not have done something like this.

“Take her away,” Aegon ordered the Kingsguard, annoyed. The knight grabbed your arm and pulled you up, dragging you from the room. Your whines of pain echoed through the hall.

---

“My daughter sits captive in the Red Keep. Did you consider her while you schemed for revenge?” Rhaenyra interrogated Daemon.

He sat there, rather annoyed. “Yes. Unfortunately, I could not get her myself.”

“Did you think it would be easier to rescue her while they dealt with a dead child?”

“At least I did something,” Daemon argued back. “What have you done? You left for days, searching for Luke, while she remained a prisoner in King’s Landing after you decided to leave her there, unprotected and surrounded by our enemies. Why not ask Rhaenys or Ser Erryk why they left her behind?”

Rhaenyra scoffed, “How dare you.”

“She is also my daughter,” Daemon reminded her, “and I will stop at nothing to bring her back to Dragonstone.”

Jacaerys stood outside the chambers, listening to their argument. The guilt felt asphyxiating. His brother was gone because he volunteered them as envoys. His sister was a prisoner because he did not fight hard enough to make her leave with them after dinner.

“I cannot trust you, Daemon,” he heard Rhaenyra say. “You sent two assassins to slay a child. How can I trust you with her safety?”

At that moment, Jace made a decision. He would go to King’s Landing to bring her back.

He sped through the castle, gripping the hilt of his sword. Vermax would have to stay behind if Vhagar was guarding the city; he could not risk losing his dragon. If he did, his mother’s side would lose a valuable asset, and his sister would also suffer.

Jacaerys ran down the stairs, seeing a Velaryon ship in the harbor. Surely, someone on it would help him reach King’s Landing by nightfall. He saw many knights and servants walking up the path. More allies, he thought.

A weak grip on his arm stopped him.

His heart beat erratically as he recognized the person in front of him.

“Sister,” Jace gasped, his eyes darkening at your state. “What did they do to you?” He softly caressed your cheek.

Jacaerys hastily lifted you, not entirely convinced you could walk up to the castle on your own. You laid your head on his chest, tears of relief flowing down your cheeks. You were finally home.

“Your Grace!” Elinda, Rhaenyra’s loyal handmaiden, called out. “The princess has returned.”

Rhaenyra stumbled into your chambers, seeing Maester Gerardys tending to you. “My sweet girl.”

“Mother,” you whined.

“How is she?” Daemon asked.

“There are no notable injuries, apart from a bruised arm and scraped knees. She has noticeable weight loss. I will prepare a remedy for the princess myself,” Gerardys bowed and exited in haste.

Rhaenyra made her way to the bed, sitting next to you and cradling your face. “I am so sorry.”

You closed her eyes, happy to feel your mother’s warm and soft hands. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

“I wanted to return to King’s Landing,” Rhaenyra assured you. “But some things happened here, forcing me to stay.”

Jace stood at the foot of the bed, while Daemon stood next to Rhaenyra. “How did you get out of the Keep?”

“A man helped me,” you informed them, furrowing your brows.

After being forcefully taken to and from the throne room, you sat at the edge of your bed, wondering what had happened to Prince Jaehaerys.

The door burst open, startling you. “Come on, Princess. We need to hurry.”

It was a strange man, someone you hadn’t met before. “Who ar—”

“We do not have much time,” he urged. “Prince Daemon sent me. Put on this cloak.”

You perked up at the mention of your stepfather. Ignoring the ache in your bones and stomach, you got off the bed and put on the cloak.

You ran out of the living quarters, moving through hidden passages. Before you realized it, you were outside the Keep. The man stopped, not too far from the castle, to meet with someone else. “Are you sure this is her?”

“Yes. Go on, get out of the city.”

“Come, princess.”

As you reached a small boat away from the harbor, you noticed the man was carrying a sack... a leaking sack. “What is that?, you questioned him, but he did not provide an answer. “What. Is. That?”

“Nothing,” the man hissed, holding the sack tighter.

“It’s leaking,” you informed him.

“Be quiet.”

You sat on the boat next to a sailor. As the man was about to get on, Gold Cloaks stopped him. They ripped the sack from his hand and opened it. Screams echoed through the night, and swords were pointed at him.

The sailor began rowing, wanting to get some distance before they noticed who you were. The knights grabbed the man, paying no attention to the boat. Your heart sank as you realized what was in the sack.

“Was it your doing?” You asked Rhaenyra.

“It was an accident,” Daemon replied instead. “I instructed them to find Aemond, not Jaehaerys.”

“Did they hurt you?” Jace murmured, and you shook her head.

“A Kingsguard held my arm tightly when Aegon demanded to see me, that’s the reason for my bruises,” you admitted. “I was locked in my quarters. I only saw a maid and Alicent. She… she told me about Luke.”

At the Red Keep, Aemond had decided it was time to finally face his future wife. But his plan was spoiled.

You were gone.

“How did that bitch princess leave? Where was the knight in charge of her?” Aegon fumed at the continued lack of security.

Aemond, however, was furious. In a fit of rage, he destroyed everything in his path.

You were supposed to stay there, forever, with him. He regretted not having you confined in Maegor’s Holdfast.

All he wished to do was fly to Dragonstone and have Vhagar burn it to the ground. But now, he’d have to be strategic about how to get you back to his side.

[lendeah]

A small prompt because I needed soft Astarion for once :)

Prompt: Astarion has a nightmare in the Underdark.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Words: 804

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

You rest peacefully, enjoying the calm breathing of Astarion beside you. Your bodies naturally meld together, having grown so accustomed to sharing the same bedroll since the first night you spent together, both seeking the closeness of having another body or soul. Suddenly, the elf begins to mumble, and his breathing grows rough and fast. His nightmares have really worsened since they entered the underdark, the scenery reminding him too much of his old life in the shadows.

His mumbling quickly starts scalating.

"No, please… Cazador… please…" 

The elf's breathing is shallow, his face scrunched in agony.

"Please, not the rats again… Not the blood… please…" 

Rising from your bedroll, you gently shake Astarion. 

"Hey," you whisper gently. "Hey, Astarion..." 

Despite your efforts, he continues to twist and hyperventilate.

“N-No! Please! I'll do as yo-you say, just don't…" Desperation echoes in his pleading voice.

You climb on top of him, shaking forcefully to pull him from his nightmare. "Astarion! You're not there! Wake up!"

He awakens with a sharp inhale and a shiver, pupils dilated, body trembling. His breathing is heavy, and tears stream down his cheeks. You breathe a sigh of relief, taking a moment to gently wipe away the tears with your thumbs. 

“You’re okay,” you whisper softly, your voice comforting. “Cazador is very far away. You are safe now.”

His tear-streaked gaze meets yours, but the sobbing lingers, accompanied by quivering breaths and trembling body. He wraps his arms around you, his tears soaking your shirt. Even if he’s awake and no longer dreaming you can’t seem to put his mind at ease. He squeezes you, tightly, as if this is the only thing keeping him from falling apart. 

His intense reaction catches you off guard; it’s the first time you have seen him this affected by a nightmare. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your body and gently caressing his bare back in a soothing rhythm. Gradually, his body relaxes, and the sobs subside into quiet sniffles against your chest. 

“Was it a bad one?” you whisper, your lips brushing against his hair.

Astarion doesn't withdraw; instead, he melts into your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck. There's a pause before he speaks, inhaling slow, shaky breaths until the shuddering subsides. In a weak, hoarse voice, he finally responds, "Yes..." but he remains tightly pressed against your body. "Cazador..." he manages to say, as if uttering the vampire's name demands a considerable effort.

You silently nod in understanding, letting one of your hands move up to gently bury in his hair, fingers caressing the soft strands. "Is it the darkness? Does it make it worse?" you ask softly.

"Dark... yes... and the caves... so... many caves..." his voice still trembles. "It's... too dark here," he murmurs against your chest.

“We’re all a bit frightened of the dark at times. A little light can make it more bearable,” you reply softly, conjuring dancing lights with a subtle flick of your wrist. The small tent is then bathed in a gentle glow, pushing back the shadows and offering a comforting radiance.

Gradually, he starts to relax in your arms, but to your surprise, doesn’t release his hold on you.

“This…this is better,” he sighs, “Thank you… I really miss the sun,” he says softly. 

You smile against his hair, murmuring, “I know you do. We’ll be back up in no time. I promise.”

Though you can’t see his face, the way he seems to curl into you adds an intimate air.

“Could you hold me?” he asks, uncertainty lacing his words.

The request surprises you, causing your heart to squeeze, but you conceal the reaction, not letting it show. Under normal circumstances,  you would have messed with him for his tender disposition. However, this moment feels too delicate to disrupt, so you simply nod in silence. You lie back down on the bedroll, guiding his head to rest on your chest, fingers gently threading through his hair once more.

As his breathing gradually slows, the only audible sound is his own quiet exhales. He’s so close that you can feel his cold body,  the velvety touch of his soft skin against your own.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, so softly that you almost can’t hear him. The tiny lights seem to dance in his hair, creating a somewhat angelic aura around him.

You tighten your embrace around his frame, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head before closing your eyes.  A quiet sigh escapes him, and in the gentle ambiance created by the dancing lights above and the distant, faint sounds outside the tent, neither of you utters a word. The space is transformed into something more than a tent – in that fleeting moment, an unexpected sense of home envelops you both.

[mymoodwriting]

Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Claws, Blood, Near-Fatal Injuries, Panic, Anxiety, Nightmares, Isolation, Tears, Insomnia, Medication, Suppressants

Words: 2.3K

Chapter Eight

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“… chan…?”

The tears and everything else had exhausted you, and at some point you had passed out. A part of you expected to wake up in your own room, everything having just been a dream, but instead you woke up in a peculiar place. You were lying on top of Chan, still wrapped up in his arms. You started to feel sore, registering all the aches in your body, but as you moved to get up you noticed Chan wasn’t waking up at all. You looked him over, seeing that some wounds were still open, which made absolutely no sense.

“Chan…?”

You began to shake the boy, trying not to be too rough, but you got no response. You continued to call his name, the panic only growing. Eventually you started screaming, and perhaps someone nearby heard cause the door flew open. You felt guilty, you felt responsible, seeing that you had seriously hurt someone. Minho was the one to find you both, immediately getting you off of Chan and checking on his friend. He tried to wake the oldest, but got no response. You couldn’t help the tears.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Hey, hey, no, no, no, don’t cry, you didn’t do anything bad. He’s fine, okay, he’s gonna be just fine.”

Minho carefully took your hand, offering you a smile and trying to get you to calm down. With the door now wide open the others heard the commotion and came to investigate. Minho ordered Changbin and Seungmin to take Chan down to the infirmary. The tears didn’t really stop, and Minho knew he was the last person you wanted comfort from. He managed to get you on your feet and took you over to the living room, asking Felix and Jisung to look after you. At least this way you wouldn’t be hurt by the scent of an alpha. You still weren’t really on good terms with them, but for now you just needed a shoulder to cry on.

“… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“Sh, sh, everything’s gonna be okay.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“… hm…”

Chan peeked his eyes open, quickly blinded by white lights. He took in his surroundings, slowly starting to recognize the smell and sounds of the infirmary. He carefully sat up, seeing the heart monitor on his finger, and noticing the IV needle in his arm.

“Finally awake.”

Chan looked over to see Minseok coming to his bedside with a clipboard in hand. The doctor was looking over his notes as he pulled up a stool.

“Now, tell me, what happened?”

“Uh… I was just rough-housing with one of the boys. I guess we got a bit carried away…”

“I see.” Minseok made a note. “You want to try that again?”

“What?”

“No one else in the infirmary has similar injuries, or a similar story to yours. I know you’re all still young but you alphas have been receiving extensive training. Even if you were rough-housing your attacks wouldn’t be so sloppy and emotional. Not to mention your claws and fangs are perfectly clean, indicating you took no defensive measures. You let someone have a go at you, and they certainly went all out. Now I am aware of your situation, Christopher, so, care to tell me what you were doing that led to a visit to the infirmary?”

“I… uh… I was trying to help…”

“Help who?”

“Y/n…”

“Yes, your little runaway case. How does you getting hurt help her?”

“I want her to be okay… and I should be punished for what I did… if I hadn’t found her that day… things would be different…”

“Perhaps, but you did the right thing. Yes, it’s your job, but being kind is basic decency. If not for you the guilty party who hurt her would still be roaming free and she’d still be suffering.”

“She is still suffering… just for different reasons now… she’s been quiet, and is clearly upset… I don’t blame her…”

“I know. I’ve had runaway cases before but it’s important to keep them safe, even from themselves. Take things slow with her, and rebuild that trust with a foundation of honesty and respect. She’ll come around.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Cause you care about her. You let her tear you up for her own sake, and then you couldn’t even heal properly because of the guilt.”

“What?”

“Your condition is somatoformic, meaning your internal guilt and need to take responsibility manifested as physical symptoms. You didn’t let yourself heal so you could continue to feel pain, and receive punishment.”

“Oh…”

“I do hope you can let yourself rest and heal now. No one doubts that you have her best interest in mind, but you need to look after your own health first.”

“I understand.”

“Good. You’ll stay down here until I discharge you, so rest. You need it.”

“I will. Thanks, doctor.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You were anxious in the dorm, scared that you might have actually killed someone. You tried to tell yourself that was ridiculous. Everyone else was so calm, so surely nothing bad had happened. Then again there were no updates to help ease your concerns. You kept going back to what you had seen. You surely hadn’t hurt him that bad, you were just an omega, he was an alpha, there was no you could actually kill him, but the possibility lingered in your mind.

“Y/n, you reek of anxiety.” Jeongin mentioned. “You need to breathe, relax.”

“Don’t you dare try anything with your pheromones!”

“I won’t, just take it easy. Your claws are out too.”

“What?”

You looked down at your hands, seeing that he was right. Minho had managed to clean you up, but the smell of blood was still prevalent for you, the taste of it on your tongue, and the feeling of tearing into flesh. This was only causing you to spiral once more until you heard the door open. You quickly snapped over to see who it was, and as soon as you saw Chan you ran over. Your hands were tugging at his shirt, seeing that all the previous injuries you had inflicted were gone. The boy let out a slight chuckle, grabbing your wrists so you’d stop your examination, and not hurt yourself or him with your claws.

“I’m fine, y/n. I promise. I’m really sorry for worrying you.”

“I… I’m the one who should be sorry… I almost killed you…”

“No, no, you just did quite a number on me, but you didn’t hurt me that bad, okay, I’m fine. I swear.”

You couldn’t help the tears, still feeling guilty even if the proof of your actions was gone. You still felt awful.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. I just want you to be okay.” Despite the tears Chan could see the dark circles under your eyes. “You haven’t slept, have you?”

“I… I…”

“Sh, you can rest easy now that I’m back and you know everything’s alright. Come on, I’ll take you.”

Chan gently pushed you towards your room, still telling you he was fine and that you didn’t need to cry for him. His words did help you calm down a bit, your claws going away. He brought you over to your room, but didn’t step in, telling you to get some sleep.

“Y/n.”

“… yes…?”

“I know we have a long way to go before… and there’s probably still more you want to ask about… but I hope we can figure out how to move forward…”

“… yeah…”

“I trust you won’t do anything to hurt yourself, so just, get some rest.”

“You too…”

“I’ll try.”

“Me too.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You did try to sleep, but you were still plagued by nightmares. It was the same one, over and over. Running through the woods, trying to escape, only to get caught and dragged back. Although now there was something new. In your attempts to escape your captors you’d find yourself atop Chan, the boy marked up and bleeding out. You always woke up in a cold sweat, needing a moment to steady your breathing. Before you thought the monsters were all around you, but now you felt like one. Even if Chan was fine and back in the dorm you still felt awful about what you had done. For a moment there was a feeling of relief, but then you found yourself drowning in shame and regret.

You wanted to get away from all of this more then before, having become like the monster you feared. Although that wasn’t a real option, so you had to find another way to make peace with yourself. It didn’t seem like you’d be sleeping anytime soon, and your own imagination was torturing you with possibilities. Despite your situation you snuck out of your room, going off to find Chan. You had to be sure, once again, that he was alive and well. Thankfully it was well into the night, so no one else was awake. 

You quietly snuck over to Chan’s room, carefully opening the door and stepping in. You stood at a distance from the bed, able to seem him breathing just fine. It was silly to keep doubting the obvious, but your own head was playing tricks on you. Since you had what you needed it was time to go but you heard him roll over, and then noticed he was wide awake. He chuckled upon seeing you.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Uh… no… I just… I…”

“Then why are you here?”

“Um…”

“You wanna hit me again?”

“No!”

“Easy, it was a joke.” Chang sighed. “You wanna sleep with me?”

“No.”

You quickly made your exit, needing to make less of an embarrassment of yourself. You took a breath once you were out in the hall, then made your way back. Although before reaching your room you ran into someone else, rather shy to look them in the eye.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… I don’t need to be domesticated or something.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “I should apologize for that. Everything is new for me and things are complicated on my end, but I still spoke out of turn and ignorance.”

“What’s so hard about being an agent?”

“Well, we’re held to high standards. Our education isn’t the only serious matter here, none of us are actually guaranteed to graduate.”

“You’re not?”

“No, and now it seems that I know what failure truly means for me. I either make it as an agent or forfeit my future.”

“That… that’s not fair…”

“But it is. Being an agent comes with a lot of responsibilities, and a great burden to bear. If I can’t do right by you, how could I do right by another omega?”

“If… if I had managed to escape… or if I had been placed with someone else… would you have been killed?”

“I honestly don’t know… the situation is… rather unique, but it wouldn’t surprise me… we did the exact opposite of care for you…”

“… yeah…”

“If you can’t sleep, we have some sleeping pills. Or you can always go to the infirmary to get something stronger.”

“Noted.”

You returned to your room, still no desire to sleep. You weren’t gonna bother anyone else so you just sat by the window, staring up at the stars. At this point you weren’t sure what the right thing to do was, but you didn’t have many options to start with. Perhaps that was something to dwell on later, for now you should just be content with being alive. You had time to figure things out, so you shouldn’t stress yourself out too much. Things would work out, you had to believe that.

♥♥♥♥♥

You weren’t returning to classes just yet, and you weren’t sure how things would work in regards to that. For the time being you’d remain on lockdown in the dorm, two of the alphas always staying with you. At the moment it was Chan and Jeongin. They kept their distance, but made sure you didn’t do anything to hurt yourself or them. You were just making yourself some instant ramen when Chan approached the kitchen, still leaving space between the two of you.

“So, how are you feeling today?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Well, I do have something for you.”

“What?”

Chan reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle. You already didn’t like this, but when he handed over the bottle you took it. When you read what it was your eyes went wide and you looked at him in disbelief.

“Is this… is this really what I think it is?”

“Yeah, suppressants.” 

“Where did you…”

“The doctor… Minseok, he gave me them for you. The drugs aren’t common anymore, but that doesn’t mean they’re non-existent. He suggested you take some.”

“… why?”

“He said they could help you. By taking suppressants an alpha would have less of an effect on you, and he does want you going back to class soon.”

“But don’t suppressants mess with my own scent and stuff? Others would notice…”

“You’re gonna be transferred to all co-ed classes. At least one of us will always be with you, and there are plenty of other alphas and omegas around to mask your scent, or lack of. Either way the idea is that you’d have more control of yourself. It’s still your choice though, you don’t have to take them.”

“When do I have to go back to class?”

“Not sure, but I do think they want it to be soon.”

“… why is this even an option for me? I shouldn’t have anything like this…”

“That may be true, but your situation has been considered, and everyone just wants you to be okay, and will do everything they can for that. Even if they can’t let you go out into the world.”

You had a lot to ponder over, but you took the pill bottle back to your room. You really couldn’t believe something like this had been given to you. After thinking things over you decided to take one of the pills. You didn’t feel all that different, it would obviously take some time and repeated use for the meds to take effect, but if Chan was being truthful, maybe you won’t feel so helpless anymore.

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Fictober Day 27: Keeping A Professional Distance

Prompt: "Let me remind you"

For the anon who asked for: Instead of there is only one bed, there are too many beds. Rating: T, wc: 973

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

For Mulder, Chicago proves to be an unlucky place.

Thanks to a system error, their motel reservation has been canceled. But the receptionist quickly reassures him: “Don’t worry, we still have one room left.”

One room – for the two of them. Mulder glances at Scully; their budding relationship has yet to take flight. They’re still in that early phase, tiptoeing around each other. In short: they haven’t had sex yet.

Neither of them wants it to happen on assignment – even if they closed the case. The last time they shared a room, and a bed, was a year ago in Kroner, Kansas.

They had kept to their respective sides and everything had been civil. That had been before their kiss at New Year’s. Before the second and tenth kiss they’ve shared by now. Kissing is all they’ve done. Work always getting in the way of more.

And now said work is making them share a room.

“We don’t usually use this room,” the receptionist explains, pushing the door open wide. It’s easy to see why. “This is where we store our extra beds. Pick whichever one you like. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“This is…something,” Mulder mumbles once they’re alone. The whole room looks as if someone’s played Tetris using real beds. There’s a narrow path from the door to the bathroom and that’s it. The rest is beds of various sizes.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about where to sleep.” Scully tosses her overnight bag onto one of the beds and squeezes past him to get to the bathroom. Mulder just stares at the plethora of sleeping places and can’t help but feel overwhelmed.

What are the odds of them getting stuck in one room with not one, but an abundance of beds? Somewhere someone is laughing, he’s sure of it. He closes his eyes and throws his bag; wherever it lands, he’ll sleep.

It’s just his luck that it lands on the bed farthest away from Scully’s.

*

Nine beds – yes, he counted – and not a single TV in this dreadful motel room. Mulder knows he should sleep. If for no other reason than it knocking him out until they can leave this place.

For a man who slept on his couch for years, a room full of beds resembles a nightmare. And the fact that Scully is in this room, too, but so far away that he can barely hear her breathe, is making him anxious.

He could have switched beds. Hell, he still could, but he wouldn’t want Scully to think he has any ulterior motives.

“Mulder, I can hear you think from here,” she says, surprising him. He was certain she was asleep already. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you?”

“I asked you first.” He wishes he could see her. How can they be so close and yet so far away at the same time? He wonders what she’d say if he asked her to move closer.

“This room is creepy.”

“It’s not what I expected,” Scully acknowledges.

“How is your bed?” Mulder asks. “Comfy?”

“It’s nice enough.”

“Are you cold at all?”

“No,” she says and he can’t tell if he wants to hear disappointment in her voice or if it’s actually there.

“You’re not cold, you’re comfortable, so why are you awake?” Mulder hears shuffling from across the room. When Scully speaks next, it sounds closer than before.

“I was thinking about Henry Weems,” she says. “About cause and effect.”

“You’re having profound thoughts and here I am, counting the beds in this room, trying to calculate the distance between mine and yours.”

“Why?”

She may be the one with the degree in physics, but he’s certain her voice is even closer. Or maybe he’s imagining things again.

“Let me remind you that there are nine beds in this room,” Mulder says. “And somehow we ended up on opposite ends of the room. I’m sure the FBI will appreciate us keeping our distance.”

“I’m not.” It’s a whisper, but he hears it loud and clear because she’s right next to him. He blinks a few times, just to make sure she’s real and not a trick of his imagination.

“Hi,” he says with a smile.

“Hi.”

“Got lonely?”

“Yes,” she admits shyly. “I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to be… closer.”

“Why would I mind?” he asks quietly, the darkness surrounding them making it easier to admit it.

“Like you said, there are nine beds. When they told us there was only one room, I thought… well, you can imagine what I thought.”

“So did I,” he says. “And I wasn’t sure what- what to make of it. We haven’t exactly done that yet.”

“We’re adults, Mulder.”

“Then why is it so difficult to talk about it?” He laughs gently.

“I’m glad there’s more than one bed.” He knows she’s right, but her admission feels like a needle prick to his heart – and his ego. “We’re not forced to share a bed,” she goes on and suddenly, she’s no longer in another bed at all. She’s in his. Snuggling against him like a cat. “We’re doing this because we want to.”

“What’s the FBI gonna say?” he murmurs into her hair, his eyes fluttering shut. He presses a warm kiss against her hairline.

“They’ll never know.” She shifts in his arms and starts kissing his jaw, his cheeks, and then, finally, his mouth. Will he ever not be amazed that they do this now? Will he ever get used to her intoxicating taste? He can’t imagine that he will. He can’t get enough of her.

“There were nine beds,” Mulder mumbles into her mouth, “and we kept a professional distance.”

“Of course we did,” Scully replies, deepening the kiss.

Mulder thinks that maybe his luck is about to change after all.

[runnning-outof-time]

I’m Not Gonna Leave You | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @rangerelik

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s still having trouble with getting past her husband's injuries. Tommy assures his wife that he's not planning on leaving any time soon.

Warnings: nightmare, Tommy’s season 3 injury

Word Count: 1872

A/N: bit of a shorter one here….it was fun trying to work the prompts into the story - I hope it all makes sense. The prompts are italicized. Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) threw the door to the townhome open, her heart beating so loudly that it was all that she could hear. "Ada!" she called out as she began looking in the front rooms, "Ada where are you?" her panic increased with each second as she wondered if the ambulance had come already. She wasn't sure if she wanted it to have or not.

She got her answer when she walked further into the main hallway and found her husband and sister-in-law sitting at the bottom of the stairs. Ada was trying to keep Tommy engaged while Tommy was trying with all he could not to let his head lull back and his eyes shut. "Oh no," she gasped, rushing over to where they were. "Tommy...Tommy, what's happened?" she frantically searched for his hand, wanting to hold onto it.

"I don't know what happened, (Y/N). He came here like this," Ada answered, her voice shaky, "he...he said that he had a fractured skull, a concussion and internal bleeding, and that he couldn't see," she then rattled off what Tommy had told her when he'd asked her to drive him to the hospital. She decided to call him an ambulance instead.

"(Y/N)..." Tommy stumbled over his wife's name as he tried to get it out with what little energy he had left.

"Tommy? What, what is it?" she quickly turned her attention to him, holding onto his hand tighter.

"I...I love you. You and the children...they, they mean so mu...so..." he stammered out, squeezing his eyes together and opening them again in hopes that he'd see her beautiful face, but everything was still black.

"No, no...you're not doing this. You're not saying goodbye," (Y/N) began choking on her cries once she realized what he was doing.

"I need to...I need to sleep," he panted out before he finally let his head drop, his body losing its tension as his grip on her hand went limp.

"No!," (Y/N) screamed, a wail leaving her body as she grabbed onto her husband's jacket, trying anything she could to get him to come back to her.

"(Y/N)..." Ada's voice came from her side, calmer than she should have been at that moment, "(Y/N)..."

"No, he's..he's..." she choked on her words, still trying desperately to get Tommy to stay with her.

"Wake up, (Y/N)," she heard before she was shaken awake. She noticed that she was in her dark bedroom as she sat up, gasping for breaths while trying to figure out fact from fiction.

"Tommy," she panted, looking over at him as she tried to calm her breathing, "you're...you're here."

"I am, love...I'm here," he nodded, speaking in a calming voice as his eyes searched over her face, "come 'ere," he said to her then, opening his arms so that she could fall into them.

She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and repeatedly telling herself that he was still alive. Her hand traveled up from his shoulder to the top of his head, feeling the scar that was left over from his surgery. Feeling it made her heart hurt, but it reminded her that he'd survived...that what had happened in her nightmare wasn't how things went down in real life.

"Another nightmare?" Tommy asked her after she seemed to have calmed down.

"Yeah," she whispered, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She finally felt like she could hold herself again. The shaking had calmed down and her mind wasn't running at a mile a minute.

She let go of him, sitting up straight in bed so that she could look at him. She studied his face for a few moments, as if she was committing it to memory, before she looked down at her lap.

"You ok?" Tommy broke the silence, watching her intently.

"I, uh..." (Y/N) trailed off, brushing her hair out of her face as she looked up again, "I'm going to go for a moment," she said then, moving the covers off of her body so that she could leave the bed. She was able to leave the room without being asked any questions, and that was something she was thankful for.

She found herself on the chaise lounge in her private study after checking to make sure that her children were still sleeping soundly. She stared at the ceiling as she laid back on the lounge, trying to focus on the sound of the crackling fire that one of the maids had just made for her. Trying to think of anything other than what she'd just gone through.

These nightmares had been playing out ever since Tommy's incident and subsequent surgery happened four months ago. He was home now, taking it slow and trying to work his way back to the level he was at before, but (Y/N) still worried that the effects of his injuries would persist and return. The doctors hadn't said that there wasn't a chance of that happening. No matter how many times he assured her that she was ok, she still worried for him. He would always tell her that he was ok, right? But yet the scene that she walked into at Ada's townhome that evening was still burned into her mind.

Thankfully the ambulance did show up in real life...and that they were able to get Tommy to the hospital and to the help he needed before he died on the steps. But the worst always happened in her nightmares, and that was something that she kept to herself; no matter how realistic they seemed. She didn't want to burden others with the horror of them.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting in there before there was a knock on the door. It opened shortly after and Tommy stepped into the room, sleep prevalent in his mannerisms from across the room. His hair was disheveled and his trousers were haphazardly pulled up over his legs, the henley shirt that he usually wore to bed half tucked in and half let out. (Y/N) couldn't stop her heart from squeezing at the sight. Some days it was still a mystery; how she'd managed to find herself a man like him.

"You've been away for a while," he said to her once he was standing in front of the lounge.

"I lost track of time," she replied, glancing up at him before she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged onto her legs while staring out at the fire in front of her. Tommy watched her do this, silently feeling out the climate; trying to decide if he should stick around or leave her be.

He made his decision by sitting down on the now empty spot of the lounge. Him doing so blocked the fire from (Y/N)'s line of view, making her look at him instead. "What are your nightmares about?" he decided to jump right to the question, "they may not be so bad if you talk about them."

"I don't want to burden you with it," she answered him, resting her chin on her kneecaps as a frown formed on her face.

"You wouldn't be, love," he shook his head slightly, "you know about mine...it's only fair you tell me yours. You don't need to worry about scaring me off. I'm not going anywhere, and you can try as hard as you want, but there's nothing you can say that's going to make me love you any less," he assured her then, his eyes soft as he spoke.

(Y/N) sucked in a deep breath after hearing Tommy's statement. She thought about all of the times throughout their relationship where he'd been the one needing to be woken up due to his nightmares. (Y/N) would sit up with him after each and every time; talking through what he'd experienced so that he'd get some clarity from the terrors he'd just gone through.

"They're always of the night that I found you at Ada's house...but you never make it long enough for the ambulance to arrive," she detailed the events of her nightmares, starting to get choked up just from thinking about them. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he listened to what she had to say. It was obvious that he was thinking over what she was telling him; putting the pieces together in his mind so that he'd have a thought out response for her when she was finished talking. She continued after taking another deep breath, "they make me think about the worst case scenario...about how things could have been had I lost you that night. And they make me think of how things could be if anything comes up as a result of your injuries."

"Nothing's gonna happen to me, (Y/N)," he assured her, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke, "I'm not gonna leave you."

"We don't know that for certain. The doctor's said they couldn't rule out the possibility of there being lasting effects from these injuries...or the possibility of something happening to you after the fact," she rattled off her biggest fears, her mind being transported to that harrowing conversation they had with his team of doctors before he was discharged from the hospital.

"I'm going to try my damnedest not to let it happen," he told her, speaking with the utmost confidence. (Y/N) offered him a shaky smile in response. She wanted so bad to take his promise and let it override all of her worries, but no matter how hard she tried, that nagging voice in the back of her mind kept telling her to think the worst. "Hey...come 'ere," he said to her, realizing that she was at war with herself inside her mind again.

(Y/N) listened to him, scooting over on the lounge so that she could fall into his arms for the second time that night. She exhaled the breath she'd been holding as she allowed him to hold her tightly against him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest now.

"I'm not gonna leave you, (Y/N), ok?" he mumbled into her hair after some time had passed. (Y/N) finally lifted her head from his chest so that she could look at him again. Their eyes met and she instantly felt like all of her fears and worries were miles away. The slightest smile formed on her face as she nodded her head, showing him that she'd heard what he said and that she was going to hold onto that statement with all she could.

Tommy smiled softly at her, happy that she seemed more relaxed now than she did when they'd both been woken up by her nightmare. He leaned in and kissed her then, feeling her smile grow the second his lips met hers.

Tomorrow surely had another set of challenges coming with it, but (Y/N) wasn't going to worry about that now because, at least for tonight, things were ok.

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[misc-obeyme]

Belphegor with "I like being close to you. You're warm." maybe? It seems like a very Belphie thing to say.

Hi there, anon!

I agree, that is absolutely something Belphie would say. I don't write for him a lot, but I actually really enjoy writing his character! I know there are people who don't like him, but Belphie is pretty high on the faves list for me lol.

Thank you for participating!

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GN!MC x Belphegor with prompt "I like being close to you. You're warm."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: fingering and penetration (reader receiving), oh yes and a little bit of biting

Even when you had a lot to do, you found it almost impossible to say no to Belphegor when he wanted to take a nap with you. And that was how you found yourself in your bed with Belphie snoozing beside you. You were on your side and he was on his back, his shoulder and arm pressed up against you.

You weren't fully asleep because you were thinking about all of the things you should be doing in that moment. You couldn't help thinking about the pile of homework on your desk or the chores that you still had to take care of.

As though sensing that you were awake still, Belphie rolled over, tucking himself around you and draping an arm over your waist.

"Belphie," you said. You knew he was doing it on purpose. "I have to get up now. I have stuff to do."

"It can wait," Belphie said. The clearness of his voice gave away the fact that he hadn't actually been sleeping, either.

"You're not even sleeping," you said. "You don't need me here."

"I like being close to you," Belphie said. "You're warm."

You sighed in exasperation, ready to attempt to pull yourself out of his arms and out of your bed.

Belphie nuzzled into you, tightening his grip and pressing himself further against your body.

And this action caused you to pause. You didn't pull yourself away as you had been planning to do so that you could go do some homework.

Instead, there was a little throb of desire in your gut when you felt Belphie's erection against your back.

So that's how it was.

You considered your options. You could pull yourself away anyway and get on with the homework you still had to do. Or you could…

The choice was mostly an illusion, a way of making yourself feel like you actually considered getting out of bed at that moment.

You pushed back on Belphie, rubbing against him deliberately.

Belphie chuckled in your ear and kissed the back of your neck. "What was that about having stuff to do, MC?"

"How about this. I'll stay if you make it worth my while," you said, not willing to give in completely just yet.

The arm around your waist was immediately repositioned so that Belphie could put his hand down the waistband of your pants. He leaned forward into you and put his open mouth on your neck, just barely pressing his teeth into your skin.

You tried not to give him the satisfaction of a dramatic reaction, but you couldn't hold in your moan. Not as his fingers traveled up and down between your legs, stimulating everything into a wet heat. Not as you felt his lips on your neck and his cock still hard against you.

You gripped his arm, needing something to hold onto as his fingers continued to send pleasure shooting through your body. You pressed yourself back against him just to move yourself a little, to feel him even closer. Belphie rolled his hips into you in response, his lips moving down your neck.

"Belphie," you said quietly between gasping breaths.

Belphie stopped kissing your neck for a moment. "Hmm? What's the matter, MC?"

You reached behind yourself with the hand that wasn't holding onto Belphie's arm, pressing your hand between your bodies just enough to grasp his cock. You heard Belphie suck in a breath as you stroked it lazily.

Belphie hummed low in his throat as he pressed his face against your back, seemingly overcome by the feeling of your hand on his cock.

"MC," Belphie moaned into your back. The hand in your pants moved out of them to start tugging them down. "Can I…?"

You shifted your hips so that your pants could be pulled partway off. Then you pressed backward into him again, positioning your legs to give him access.

You let go of his cock and mumbled, "Put it in, Belphie…"

You wouldn't need to ask twice.

Belphie slowly pressed his cock inside you, the feeling of him filling you up and making you gasp. The hand of the arm you still held in your grip moved up to squeeze one of your nipples.

And then Belphie was rocking his hips, thrusting slowly into you from behind. His moans were soft rumbly sounds that you could feel vibrating through your back.

It was so sweet and so like him. You were so close together, there was so much heat being generated between you. It wrapped around you the way Belphie's body did as he started to increase his pace. It wasn't fast, just enough to make you squirm.

Every thrust was thorough, making your skin tingle and your blood rush through you, but it wasn't enough.

"Belphie, please," you said, not caring about the desperation in your voice.

Belphie didn't need any additional pleading. He moved his hands to hold your hips, even pressing one between your body and the mattress. And then he increased his pace again, this time getting wild and sloppy. The thrusts became fast and hard until you were crying out at the way his cock pulled the pleasure out of you.

You grasped the sheets, your fingers twisting around the material, nearly pulling them off the bed entirely.

Belphie's lips were back on your neck and this time he was biting down, bringing just a little bit of pain to your pleasure. It was enough to make that sweetness tighten deep in your belly and you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

You cried out incoherently when you came and you felt the heat of Belphie's cum as he climaxed at the same time. The feeling of it filled you with a satisfaction you hadn't been expecting.

The two of you stayed still for a long time while you took in heavy breaths. Belphie backed up a little, giving you some space, but he wrapped his arms around you again, letting them rest against you gently.

"You can go do your homework now, MC," Belphie said, his voice low and a little raspy.

You sighed and twisted around in Belphie's arms so you were facing him. He was smiling at you. It was a lazy, smug sort of smile. You frowned, gripped his face, and kissed him.

This seemed to catch Belphie off guard at first, but it wasn't long before he returned the kiss, his mouth opening for you easily.

When you moved back a little to take a breath, Belphie smirked. "Already hoping for round two?"

You reached down and grasped his cock, which was hard again. "You have no room to talk. Unless you'd like me to go do my homework instead?"

Belphie didn't say anything in response to this, instead pulling you in closer and kissing you again.

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[kuethemoon]

iwtv fanfic friday: lesbianism onto the guys

@oldbutchdaniel I'm joining the fun. it's yuri time

two-headed mother by tisiphones // e, 8.6k

"Poor darling," Armand says, and the condescension in his voice is so awful and so offensive and Lestat wants to curl up in it and never, ever leave. "It's okay to let yourself be taken care of for just one night. You can't help what you need." It's Lestat's last night in Paris. Armand makes it a memorable one.

actually world changing. mommy issues galore it's sooo fun and this fic is part of several that got me into armandstat

super graphic ultra modern girl by armanddelioncourt // e, 0.9k

“I want to watch how you insert your tampon.” “Wha—No, you weirdo,” she glanced around the mercifully-deserted aisle. “You can’t just ask me that in the store!”

yummmmmy period blood fic!!! i love period blood fics sooo much and they're so cute

More than Neither by apoptoses // e, 6.2k

Annoying, how hot it is to see Armand kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor like this. Without her heels to compensate for their height difference she looks small, delicate. Her face is on the level with Daniel’s hips and Daniel knows what’s about to happen. Armand has probably been planning for this since they stepped into the store, she realizes. There’s no way she’d catch Daniel bleeding for the first time and let that go. (Daniel gets her period. Armand helps. Written for the Queens of the Damned prompt butch/femme.)

another period blood fic pls bartender! if I tip you can add them being freaky in a public toilet? thank you very much I'll take the lot pls!! the way daniel and armand handle being women and lesbians is so well written. dyke stamp of approval. if you're starting to notice a trend don't tell me

she loves me, she loves me not by IguessIllchangeitlater // e, 2.3k

“Sure,” she panted and raised her head, tried to find Armand’s eyes, but kept focusing on her fanged smile instead. “I will wear that fucking skirt.” Push out, push in, push out, push in, Daniela was going to come just from that, she was going to die. “I can’t-ah, I can’t wear my underwear with that, I would look silly.” Push in, push out. “Yes,” Armand agreed. She rested her head on the mattress, next to Daniela’s knee and busied herself with mouthing the blood that was still there. The blood that she drew earlier. “So, what’s the plan, boss?” Daniela managed to raise herself on her elbows. Armand’s beguiled eyes looked like that of a cat in the light of the night. “For the underwear situation?” “You will wear none, of course.”

butch daniel wearing a skirt because armand said so was an idea that bounced around in my head for a whole week so you know how excited I was to read this. hell yeah they're so bad to each other

sweet things for the sea by ulatraviolet_glow // e, 2.6k

Danielle Molloy, a runaway posing as a young man on a trading ship dreams of a better life, but when her dreams find her falling overboard and into the arms of the woman of her dreams, how disturbed will Dani be when she realises that the woman is not human at all, but a creature of the sea?

siren armand do you know how much you mean to meeeeee I lay awake at night thinking of you sinfully. siren armand...

one of your girls by sleepdeprivedsurgeon // m, 4.7k

“I was thinking maybe I’d go with my girlfriend,” Daniel says. Armand sucks in a breath, a familiar blend of excitement and fever rearing its head inside him. This isn’t new— nothing is, after nearly five centuries— but it’s certainly been a while. Louis doesn’t care what he looks like, what he is, just as long as he stays below him. On his knees in the endless confessional. Marius would dress him up sometimes: Helen of Troy, Cassandra, Mary Magdalene. When the painting was finished he’d push his skirts up and take him there in the studio.

technically not yuri but beautiful feminization + crossdressing armand and I had to put it here. special treat!

[brotherwtf]

Prompt: receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

Pairing: Clegan

TOUCH STARVED GALE FUCK YEAH GIVE THAT BOY SOME SNUGGLES

more touch starved clegan this is my personal heaven

YES OMFG I wrote about touch starved John in my last ask, but honestly touch starved Gale is SO FUCKING GOOD

his dumbass wouldn't even realize that he's touch starved, would just be like "huh I crave John's touch and feel myself falling apart at the seams when he's not here with me, how strange", maybe doesn't even realize it until John physically forces himself into Gale's life.

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He doesn't even realize he's awake until he hears John's panicked voice calling his name, feels a concerned hand on his shoulder shaking him gently.

It's still dark in his room, must be midnight or something, and he can barely make out the silhouette of John standing above his bed, eyes glowing in the dark.

"You alright, Buck?" John whispers.

Gale doesn't even realize something was wrong. There were a lot of sounds he couldn't pick up on, the sounds of screams, plane engines, and barking dogs melding into one horrible symphony that almost always droned at night. When he was with Marge, she told him he sometimes shot up from the bed after one of his nightmares, couldn't even remember it the next day.

He must have done something violent for John to come running from his bedroom to where Gale was staying in the guest room.

"'M fine, Bucky, go back to sleep," Gale says, and John gives him such a stern look it almost causes Gale to retreat into himself.

"I know you're lying, you don't gotta lie to me," John whispers.

He knows, by God he knows. He could never lie to John.

"Just a nightmare, it's normal," Gale mutters.

John gives him that same expression and urges Gale to move over in the bed. He hesitates but allows John to crawl in next to him. The bed is in no way big enough for both of them to fit comfortably, but John still shoves himself into Gale's space.

"I get them, too. God, that fucking war sure did a number on us, huh?" John mutters.

He has his arms poised as if he's going to wrap his arms around Gale, and Gale doesn't quite understand if he even wants that or not. He slowly accepts the embrace, positioning his chin awkwardly on John's shoulder, a loose hand on his bicep.

John's arms wrap around Gale's middle, bringing him in closer until their bodies are flush.

It feels like the first rays of sunlight on a cool morning, the welcome spray of rain after a stifling summer day. John's arms wrapped around Gale centers him somehow, bringing him back to John's guest room in Manitowoc. When John sighs something deep into his shoulder, he can feel the tension start to leave him.

Gale doesn't know how he hasn't craved this sooner. John's firm body against his is like an anchor, helping him stay tethered here instead of travelling to the barren wastes of Germany. It's warm and whole and solid, something that Gale has longed for ever since he came back.

He doesn't realize when the tears start flowing until John takes his face from Gale's shoulder, looking him in the eyes with that same concerned expression on his face.

"Oh, Gale..." John whispers, but Gale doesn't let him finish.

He leans forward and presses their lips together, something chaste and brief, but something that Gale didn't realize he was holding in for so long. He moves to keep up, to escape because he knows John will hate him for doing it, but John's grip tightens on his shoulders.

His expression is unreadable, and Gale is ready for him to spit in his face and call him something cruel, but he just leans in and kisses Gale again. It's filled with so many things that words couldn't express, and it makes Gale's head fuzzy. One of John's hands comes up to tip Gale's chin towards him, moving his lips gently with Gale's.

"I need you to stay with me, John, I don't think I'd survive without you," Gale whispers, voice loud in the quiet night.

John rests their foreheads together, smiling something sweet.

"I'm never leaving you again, Gale"

[1425fivefive]

27 and 11 for the prompts? you can do them separately or in one fic it’s fine :) THEYRE SO CUTEEE and i love ur writing style !! lestappen pls :)

This one's a bit longer and slightly nsfw. Inspired by "Everything is Romantic" by Charli xcx.

27. kiss on a place of insecurity & 11. kiss in secrecy

The villa is beautiful, all exposed brick and wooden beams, crumbling statues scattered across the grounds.

Max is lying on the edge of the pool, half-asleep as he listens to Charles chat with the cook about dinner plans. Or at least, that’s what Max thinks they’re talking about. They’re speaking Italian, Charles’s low, melodic voice washing over Max, so soothing Max thinks he could fall asleep right here, the hot Italian sun on his face and one leg dangling in the cool water of the pool.

But a shadow falls across Max’s face and he blinks his eyes open to discover Charles leaning over him, a soft smile on his face.

“Tired?” Charles asks.

Max hums, returning Charles’s smile. “A bit, yes.”

“You could nap, if you would like,” Charles says softly. “But my family is out, and I was thinking maybe we could—” Charles trails off, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Max has suddenly never felt more awake in his life.

They’ve come to the Amalfi Coast with Charles’s mother and brothers for the summer break, Max’s first time taking an extended vacation with Charles’s family. And while it’s been lovely, Max has felt far too self-conscious about being overheard by Pascale to have sex with Charles. It’s been almost two weeks since they’ve done anything, the longest they’ve gone since they started dating.

At times, Max feels like he’s being tortured. Waking up to Charles lying on his stomach, head pillowed on his hands, gorgeous tan skin and rippling back muscles on full display. Max wants nothing more than to trail a line of kisses down Charles’s back, enjoy slow, tender mornings with the view of Capri through the window.

Instead, Max rolls out of bed and takes a cold shower, trying to remind himself that he wants Charles’s family to like him, which definitely won’t happen if they overhear him moaning or whatever other horrible noises he makes during sex with Charles. No, he’s afraid he’d never be able to show his face around the Leclerc family again.

But now they’re gone and Max is scrambling to his feet, tugging Charles in for a bruising kiss.

Charles pulls back after a moment, laughing breathlessly. “If you still want to nap—”

“Charles,” Max whines.

Charles giggles. “Yes, okay, I think we can skip the nap.”

Max drags Charles to their bedroom, pausing to kiss Charles every few steps. Charles lets him, sighing into the kisses and wrapping his arms around Max’s neck, tugging him closer. At one point, Max thinks they might not make it to the bedroom, thinks he might have to get on his knees for Charles right here in the open, too desperate to make it even a few more steps.

But they make it in the end, Charles yanking Max down the hall and shoving him back onto their bed.

“Beautiful,” Charles breathes when he has Max naked and spread out, trembling beneath him.

“I’m not the beautiful one here,” Max says, laughing softly. He doesn’t mean it to be self-deprecating, just means it as a fact—Charles is beautiful. Max is many things, but he’s not that.

Charles makes a wounded noise. “You are.”

Max laughs again, tugging Charles in for a soft kiss. “I’m not. I don’t have an eight-pack, or whatever you have these days. I’ve been eating so much gelato”

“I don’t have an eight-pack,” Charles scoffs. “And I love your body like this, Max. Love when you are soft and happy, getting to enjoy gelato whenever you want.”

Max flushes at the praise. “Thank god you’re not my trainer,” he jokes. 

He’s trying to deflect, trying not to look head on at the adoration in Charles’s eyes. It’s too much, sometimes. Makes Max feel flayed open and tender, like an oyster pried out of its shell, vulnerable and soft.

“I love you like this,” Charles repeats, eyes dark as they rove over Max’s body. Charles leans forward pressing a kiss to Max’s chest. “Love how soft this is, how comfortable it is when I rest my head here.” He keeps pressing kisses down Max’s body, lips skating toward Max’s stomach.

Max has never liked his stomach. It’s never looked like any of the other driver’s, not even a hint of abs. He knows he’s in shape, obviously, but he worries sometimes that he doesn’t look like an athlete. That people look at him and think he’s lazy, that he doesn’t work hard enough.

When Charles licks over Max’s stomach, Max thinks briefly about pulling away. Tugging Charles up for a kiss or fishing lube out of the nightstand. Anything to get Charles to stop paying such close attention to the tender bits of Max.

But Max stays where he is, fingers digging into the sheets as Charles presses an open-mouthed kiss to Max’s stomach.

“Love this, baby,” Charles breathes, bringing a hand up to squeeze gently at Max’s stomach. “Love how it feels under my hands, love how it bounces when I fuck you.”

Max inhales a sharp breath, scarcely able to breathe as Charles takes him apart.

Charles licks over Max’s stomach again, before sucking a mark into Max’s skin. “I think I should feed you more gelato,” Charles muses, smiling up at Max. “Anything as long as it makes you like this, all soft and sweet for me.”

“Charles,” Max breathes, voice hitching on something humiliatingly close to a sob.

Charles crawls up the bed, leaning down, elbows on either side of Max’s head, to press a heated kiss to Max’s lips.

“You’ll let me fuck you, yes?” Charles murmurs. “Let me tell you how beautiful you look like this?”

It terrifies Max, feeling so exposed, but he nods, frantic, desperate. He wants everything, would let Charles do anything to him. He loves it, he realizes. Feeling taken apart by Charles’s gentle hands.

“Yes,” Max breathes. “Yes, Charles, anything.”

Charles moans, and kisses Max, long and hot and slow.

kiss prompt ask game here

[awillowdancingonair]

“a soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

Castin x Baroness! (Desmond Asmr)

TW: Scars, cause it’s Castin. A tiny bit suggestive, cause once again, it’s Castin.

Prompt: tracing scars

Summary: When Castin wakes up one morning, he isn’t faced with the empty bed he’s grown accustomed to many times before, due to his wife’s busy schedule. Instead, his wife is there; and awake already. She’s quietly tracing the scars on his chest and arms, ones from all the battles he’s been in. How will Castin react to this morning surprise?

Tags: @themonotonysyndrome thank you so much for all your kind words, discussing Castin and all that has been so much fun!! You’re truly an inspiration.

As Castin’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was sunlight. The rays of morning light filtered in through the windows of his room, casting a warm glow on all the rooms items. He let out a long sigh, mentally preparing himself for another long day of training. But for a moment, he relished in the quiet ambience of the morning. Birds cooed and chirps outside of his bedroom window, a light breeze rustled trees outside, he could even hear some of his men training already in a field a ways off.

A part of him wished his wife, the Baroness, could be here with him. He desperately wanted more time with her- as he always did. But at the same time, he knew how important the work she was doing would be to the growth of, well, everything.

A lazy smile crossed his face as he pictured his wife. He knew she was probably nose deep in a pile of work at this point. Over the past few months, he’d tried to pop in to check on her once in a while. Often, he was shooed out, with her fussing about needing to work and that he had things he needed to attend to as well. But occasionally, she’d let him stay. When this rare event happened, he would lounge on one of the chairs in her office, mentally grumbling about how uncomfortable it was, and would pick something to focus on. Sometimes it was a book that the Baroness had long finished, other times it was a map that had been marked up. But what the Baroness was unaware of, was that the items Castin would choose were merely things for his hands to fidget with. When he was in her presence in those times, his focus would always be on her. He loved watching the way her dress would sway as she bustled around the room, the way her nimble fingers would race over her paperwork, the way her eyes focused when she read the work. One of the things he loved most was the way he could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she thought long and hard.

As much as he loved these moments, he also missed having more quiet ones. Relaxed ones, with just the two of them.

His eyes opened again as he realized he’d begun to drift off as he thought. He blinked a few times, trying to keep himself awake. Only in doing so, as his senses finally awoke, he realized there was a hand laying on his arm. Not just a hand, fingers too.

His head shot to the side, eyes wide and expectant. His gaze softened as he saw his wife there, bathed in the golden glow of sunshine.

“Sweetheart- what? Shouldn’t you be working right now? You’ve literally never once slept in, do I need to call the doctor, babe?” he asked, his full attention on you. A slight smile tugged at the sides of his lips but there was a look of worry in his eyes as he scanned your face for any answer.

“No, Castin, I didn’t sleep in,” the Baroness replied with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle emitting softly from her throat, “I cleared my schedule for today. I’m going to spend it with my husband,”

Castin just blinked, taking in the calm smile that coated his wife’s face. She was serious.

“You’re joking, right, babe?” he asked.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him, trying to comprehend that: yes, his wife really had made the time to spend the day with him. He took a second to take her in. The way the light was shining off her hair, the way the golden glow of the morning looked on her skin, how the sheets of their bed looked pressed against her.

He let out a hearty, happy chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the view I get to see all day then,” he made a whistling sound while he exhaled, eyes raking over your body, “Then by all means,” he leaned closer to you, a mischievous smile planting itself on his face, “Count me in,”

“Castin!” the Baroness laughed lightly and gently pushed Castin away, ignoring his playfulness. “I was enjoying relaxing with you, to be honest.”

Castin looked at his wife with a tender expression. And the two settled into a comfortable silence. The Baroness moved closer to him, and Castin took this as his cue to lift his arm up, allowing the Baroness to move closer, draping an arm across his chest.

The pair laid like this for a while, enjoying the happiness of the morning. Castin was unsure if his wife had fallen back asleep, but a question was persistent in his mind.

“Sweetheart?” he asked. He felt the Baroness’s head lift slightly against the crook of his arm.

“Hmm?” she hummed lazily, a quietness in her voice he hadn’t often heard. Her eyes were still closed, looking as if she was drifting on the brink of sleep. Her eyelashes rested softly on her cheek. She looked beautiful.

“What did you do before I woke up?”

The Baroness propped herself up lightly, looking up at her husband while blinking away her lingering drowsiness.

“This,” she said, as she rested her head on one of her hands, and began tracing a faint scar on Castin’s chest.

Castin looked at her- confused- for a good second before he understood what she was doing with her finger on his chest.

“Oh..,” he said eyes widening, “Why..why are you doing that, babe?”

A nervous laugh accompanied his words. Upon hearing his hesitant tone, her hand retracted.

“I’m sorry, I was-“ she began, feeling confused and a bit embarrassed. She had never been the best at expressing affection, and when she had awoken, and seen the scars that decorated his skin, she had felt a strange urge to trace those lines of his past. But as she spoke, she was cut off abruptly.

“No- no. You’re good. You’re good. I just-,” his hand rose and ruffled his dark hair, his eyes crossed the room as he took a breath, “No one’s done that before. It…it hit pretty close to home.”

His hand gently rose from his side, placing her hand back on his chest softly. His wife’s finger reached for one of the scars, and she looked up at him, waiting patiently for an unspoken permission. Castin looked at his wife tenderly and gave a nod, a love struck smile beginning to creep on his face. Seeing the gentle look in his eyes, and looking down at how the light from the rising sun shone on his chest, her finger landed softly on one of the scars.

“Yeah, go ahead, babe. I’m all yours,” he said with a relaxed breath.

The Baronesses finger started to move along the faint light line on his skin, from what she assumed was a strike of a sword. After she had traced the mark multiple times, her finger quickly found another one. This one was more obvious.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Castin, how did you get this one?” she said quietly. Castin’s head tilted slightly in response to her question, thinking.

“One of my first training days, actually. Yeah, me and the rest of the men got pretty banged up. No sweat though, it’s all good now sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he replied, kissing the top of the Baronesses head lovingly.

The Baroness continued, gently pressing kisses to some of them. Castin laid there, exposed in what felt like more ways than one. Yes, his body was sprawled on the bed, basking in the warmth of the morning; but there was a vulnerability and an intimacy to what the Baroness was doing. One that he hadn’t felt before. Yes, he’d been with women. But none of them had done this. None of them had gazed lovingly at his scarred body, tracing her fingers lightly upon them with a gentleness and comfort that it felt like it could only be a gift from the Goddess herself. None of them had pressed their sweet lips to the marks of his past, tracing the lines as if she could relieve him of all past pain. All while she too was lying on their shared bed, body intertwined with his. He knew his wife was a busy woman. That wasn’t hard to figure out. But in these moments, moments where she too let down her guard and in the process just brought his down more, he felt truly whole. Being without her would be the greatest wound he could ever receive now. Not any battle injury, not any training mistake, nothing. He had seen ugliness in the world, hell, he’d witnessed it first hand. He’d been a part of bloody and dangerous battles, gone on spine-chilling missions, seen people die and his own friends die with them. His mother had been killed by war.

Yet in this moment, despite the cold and rain that had been his life, he could only feel sunshine. A content joy, rays of sunlight filtering through clouds, like the beams that covered him and his wife at that very moment.

“How did you get this one, dear?” his wife asked, shaking him out of his thoughts. He adjusted to turn towards her more, smiling to himself. In the Baronesses eyes, it was one that rivaled the sun itself. He was the sun in her world too.

“Well, it was one of my first battles..,” and Castin continued on, telling her the tale of how he had earned that one. His tales continued all throughout the morning. Laughter and tears would follow, filling the walls of the room with the rest of the light from the sun as it finally finished rising.

In the midst of all the dark of the world, the two had found each other, exposed each other’s scars, and made sunlight out of their lives.

“A soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” -Sunlight by Hozier

[moonselune]

Just read your over clingy tav prompt and I loved it 🥹🥹

And then a kind of continuation popped into my mind:

What will Wyll do/think when one day he finds that tav’s clinginess target has turned to a doll/animal plushie that looks like him? I imagined a lion plushie with darker skin and mane 🦁

Probably tav did it because they thought their clinginess could be an annoyance to Wyll, especially postgame Wyll when he could have lots of work to do no matter which path he chooses.

(Definitely not self-inserting hehehehe🥲)

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, just want to say hi and let you know your contents are awesome 🥰

So so so wholesome so cute

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll x reader | Little Lion

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

One evening, Wyll finds himself alone in his tent, the usual warmth of your embrace noticeably absent. Curious and a little concerned, he sets off to find you. It doesn't take long before he discovers you in your own tent, lovingly stitching away at a small plushie. The plushie has a dark mane, a missing eye that mirrors Wyll’s own appearance. It's a lion, but unmistakably Wyll-like.

"What's this?" Wyll asks, intrigued, his tone laced with amusement.

You look up, a bit startled but quickly smiling. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little project I've been working on."

Wyll chuckles, reaching out to take the plushie in his hands, examining it closely. "It looks just like me. How come you didn't tell me you were making this?"

You hesitate, glancing away for a moment. "I thought my clinginess might be an annoyance to you, so I made this to keep me company instead."

Wyll’s expression softens, touched by the thoughtfulness behind your actions. "You could never be an annoyance to me," he says earnestly. "This is… actually really sweet."

Over the next few days, Wyll finds the sight of you with the plushie endearing. He often catches you hugging it or keeping it close during the day, and he finds it wholesome and comforting. However, one night, he wakes up in the middle of the night and notices you clutching the plushie instead of him. He frowns, a pang of jealousy striking his heart.

Thinking you are asleep, he gently reaches over, takes the plushie, and rashly throws it off the bed, hoping to reclaim his rightful spot in your arms. With a small victorious smile, he snuggled into your arms, believing he had got away with his crime.

He had not.

"What are you doing?" Your voice, sleepy but clearly awake, cuts through the darkness.

Wyll freezes, caught red-handed. "Uh… nothing. Just… adjusting."

You sit up, giving him a stern but playful look, immediately realising that a certain plushie was missing. "Go pick him up and bring him back into the bed."

Wyll pouts, feeling a bit silly. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," you insist, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Wyll gets up and retrieves the plushie, placing it back in your arms. He climbs back into bed, still pouting slightly. You can’t help but laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him and the plushie.

"Wyll, you know you’re my favorite, right?" you whisper, nuzzling into his neck.

He sighs, the jealousy fading as he melts into your embrace. "I know. I just didn't want to share you with a stuffed toy."

You smile, kissing his cheek. "There's enough of me to go around. Besides, I made it because I care about you so much. It’s like having a piece of you with me all the time. You need not be jealous of it, my love."

Wyll’s pout turns into a soft smile, and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around both you and the plushie. "Alright, I guess I can live with that. Just don’t forget who the real Wyll is."

"The lion- No! give him back!" You laugh as Wyll tries to pry the lion from your steel grip. Deciding to play dirty, you press his lips against his and he immediately becomes preoccupied with you, the lion slipping from his grasp. You smile against his lips and pull away, holding the lion victoriously.

Wyll just sighs and pulls you back into his embrace and lies down, holding you and -begrudgingly, the lion too. He'll get his revenge, one day.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

I am definitely going to do a BG3 characters being jealous of an inanimate object, this was just so much fun, hope you all enjoy it ! - Seluney xox

[haoluvr]

needy

request? yes, prompts below

#4- “aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you”

#65 - “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up”

contains: sub!vernon, dom!reader, instructional masturbation, whiny!vernon, phone sex, edging

today was one of the rare moments where you and vernon weren’t sleeping under the same roof. you were in your apartment while he was staying at his dorm since you lived far and he had quite the busy schedule recently.

you were sleeping peacefully through the night until your phone started ringing, you tried to ignore it, but every time the ringing would stop it’d start right over again.

you finally flipped over and grabbed your phone, seeing vernon’s contact name on the screen you lazily slid the answer button and waited for him to talk.

all you heard was a soft, “hey, y/n,” you waited for him to keep talking but nothing more came.

“hey baby, is something wrong?” you asked sleepily, something had to be up for him to call you in the middle of the night.

“no, nothing, just wanted to… talk.” he mumbled, his voice slightly strained which made you worried.

you checked the time on your phone and sighed.

“vernon, it’s almost 3 in the morning, why’d you call me?” you asked, slowly feeling more awake as you continued to talk.

all you could hear on the end of the line was his heavy breathing as you continued to talk, “i know we didn’t talk all day but you could’ve called me tomorrow morning, when i’m awake,” you emphasized.

as you kept talking his breaths gradually became louder until you heard a whimper slip from his lips, making you halt your words.

“are you seriously touching yourself right now?”

his breathing quickly went silent and he started to stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence, leading you to talk again.

“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.” you said sternly, suddenly very awake now that you knew what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line.

“no! no i just…” he whined, “i didn’t get to talk to you all day and i needed you…” he said shyly, you could already imagine the blush that was rising on his cheeks.

“you wanted to play?” you asked, hearing him hum on the other side you continued, “so instead of asking me nicely you decided to wake me up in the middle of the night and jerk off like a little slut?” you asked, your voice sounding like venom.

he whimpered on the other end and you could tell he was starting to touch himself again. he always got needy when you were being a little mean to him.

“take your hand off your dick.” you said sternly, being met with a loud whine of protest from the other end, but he knew better than to disobey you.

“but please! i’ve been so hard all day it hurts,” he then lowered his voice to a whisper, “i can’t cum without you.”

you could tell he was embarrassed and being painfully honest and you felt bad for the poor guy.

“aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you,” you cooed, knowing full well you would’ve dropped what you were doing if you got a call or text from your precious boyfriend.

hell, even now you’ve stopped sleeping just to help him jerk off at 3 in the morning.

“i knew you were busy…” he said with a sigh, “‘m sorry i couldn’t make it til tomorrow, i couldn’t sleep,” his voice was quivering while he spoke, you could tell how desperate he was.

“it’s okay baby, you’ve been a good boy,” you praised, sitting up against your headboard as you began to guide him.

“start touching yourself again, okay?” you coaxed, listening to him hum in agreement as soft sighs slipped out of his lips once again.

“now play with your pretty nipples,” you ordered, “pinch them just like i do…” you cooed.

another moan from vernon.

“it feels better when you do it,” he whined, missing your touch.

“i know baby, just focus on my voice, okay? i’ll touch you as much as you want tomorrow,” you explained in a soft voice, wanting to make him feel comfortable.

you continued to guide him, telling him when to stop, slow down, and speed up. and all you were met with was deliciously moans and begs, begging you for more, begging for you to let him cum.

“stop.” you ordered, another ruined orgasm for vernon and he cried out. it was probably the fourth of the night and you were feeling like finally letting up.

“tell me how you’re feeling, baby,” you said with a smile, “describe your pretty cock to me,” you teased, knowing that he hated using his words, always feeling embarrassed.

“wanna cum so bad,” he babbled, “hurts so bad… please,” he whined, “‘s all red and messy, ‘m so hard,” his voice cracked and you could tell he was crying just a little bit.

you were surprised by his words, they were probably the most vulgar words that he had ever uttered to you. he was most definitely fucked out, just focusing on your voice and his own pleasure.

“you poor thing,” you giggled, “you can touch yourself again,” you whispered, “go as fast as you want, i want you to cum for me.” your voice was smug, knowing you could make a boy like him crumble so easily for you.

you could hear the wetness of him fucking his hand through the phone, the lewd noises even made you feel things as his voice grew louder.

“i can tell you’re close,” you hummed, “be a good boy and cum for me, alright?” you continued to speak praises through the phone, telling him how good he was doing, knowing he loved your voice that much.

soon enough you could hear him come undone, cries that he tried to muffle but ultimately couldn’t. your name being the most prominent word that he managed to utter until he began to come down.

his breathing leveled out before he spoke again, “thank you…” he whispered quietly. you just hummed in agreement, wishing you were there with him.

“next time just tell me if you want something, okay?” you teased, shuffling around in your bed. it was now 4 in the morning.

“okay… i’m sorry,” vernon apologized again, feeling guilty as he sat in his room, stomach and hand covered in his own cum.

“mhm, just go clean up, i’ll see you tomorrow,” your finger hit the red end call button after you said your good nights and you were right about to shut off your phone once more before you got a notification.

[vernonie] 4:02am: (attachment 1 image) wish you could help me clean up :(