#ITS 3:22 AM I NEED SLEEP

[carrot-junior]

"Watch out world! Here comes Justice!"

[aahsoka]

i hate my fucking drawing class soooo muchhhh

[jack-ackles]

i have waited long enough to say this but LORD DEBLING IS AN ASSHOLE.

i cant fucking take all these tweets and "opinions" saying penelope should've ended up with debling and that debling is better than colin

all those people can go and (i can't stress this enough) fuck themselves!!!!!

A man in his mid forties looking for a bride in a room full of eligible women in the age group 18-22

He was looking for a wife in the room full of girls who wished for a good match, loving and dashing husband.. but HE wasn't looking for "love" as he would always love nature more.

He wanted to marry asap so that he could leave for his tour, which also meant:

he wanted a wife who would basically be his housekeeper and look after his estate.

which probably also mean, since he doesn't have a family, he would leave for his tour but not before getting his supposed wife preggo so that he will have an heir to continue his legacy in case something happens to him. that's why he was looking for a wife urgently this year.

he was looking for someone LOYAL? but when did he ever give any hint that he would not cheat? he was the one to roam the world meet thousands of people.. no promise of being loyal himself but wanted to leave a wife behind him to take care of his properties AND be alone waiting for him?

The way he didn't need more than one hint that penelope was in love with someone else to cancel his proposal makes me sickkk, not a chance, no understanding, just a direct assumption that she WILL cheat behind his back.. its a proof he just wants a housekeeper and someone to make and look after his heir, NOT. A. WIFE!!!

Also, lets look at this from penelope's angle.

to all who think lord debling is in the race and there is a debling-penelope-colin love triangle are sadly mistaken and once again i blame media illiteracy of people.

the only reason pen even looked at debling's way was because she gave up hopes of LOVE and a happy fulfilling life. When she realized if she wants freedom from featheringtons for rest of her life she needs to get out there and marry someone from whatever options she can get,to fit in society. she gave up on waiting for colin to love her back, she gave up on colin (and thus, the first polin kiss). And the first, only and best option she got was lord debling.

And as for colin..

When he said "I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington", The intent behind his words was not to belittle Penelope but rather for his friends to know that the nature of their is relationship as friends only.

(ofcourse this is obvious because colin could never say bad things about penelope.. evrr!! but once again.. media illiteracy! or should i say colin haters)

saying colin is a rake who "slept around half of europe".. colin is 22 or 23 years old. trying to fit in society. trying to find a purpose, trying to find intimacy and not feel distant. he is young, he was single, young, didn't have realization of his romantic feelings for yet.

but people are acting like debling in his mid forties did not sleep around.. he literally travels all the time, colin is still half his age. And also, in the show nothing implied he would stay loyal while on tour after being married.

colin didnt realize pen was in love with him so as his friend, a man, he always kept his distance respected her boundaries as a woman. He interacted with pen very less at the balls and events because he is seen as an eligible suitor in the eyes of society and it wouldn't help pen get suitors. in season 3, he hears pen and wants to help her (selflessly as he did with others) to get a suitor - but started realizing his feelings.

but the day he realizes his feelings for pen he didn't play around like other MLs, went straight away to pen, managed to come on right time to stop debling's proposal, he didn't play around.. just confessed his feelings then and there!

i am 101% convinced that whoever keeps saying pen should've ended up with lrd debling really wants her to live a miserable, lonely life even after the show keeps telling us she wants a loving, fulfilling life after what she has to go through with featheringtons.

wanting penelope to end up with old ass debling who is distant detached over a young tall and handsome man who is also her bestfriend, who she also loved ever since she first saw him?.. its cruel. its simply HATE.

"colin couldn't match her intellect"

"colin will definitely end up cheating"

"who would want to marry a rake over a rich smart explorer who would be gone for years and you could live a life like jane austen"

"it felt like throwing the fat girl a bone"

stfu. gtfo. kys. fys.

[thatflatenedfrogontheroad]

I made a tier list...

please make your own!! I need to see boomer nations opinions on our man!!!! I know the tiers are actually so vile so change them if you desire :)))

OK so my quick blurb on why they are their!! (working worst to best)

28. Identity Crisis #5 - HE WOULD KILL ME FOR THE FUN OF IT. It did bring about the most random rivalry between Tim drake’s fandom and boomer's which is very funny

27. Black Lantern - Oh no… he's back… like a boomerang. Ate his own son... RIP…. L skill issue

26. Sliver Age - Would actually call me a slur and say that I don't deserve rights. He would hate crime me and then solicit me for sex. He looks like he's wearing a dress… what a pretty lady.

25. Flash TV Show - EWWWWWWWW, he though he ate...

24. DC Online - He looks like he would punch me in face at a NYC bus stop

23. White Lantern - Don't look at me like that… stop. He's back from the dead like a boomerang?? Something about most of the New 52 boomerangs don't hit the same. the bride all in white :’)

22. Young Justice - Gave me the ick. You might be thinking... he looks identical to SS hell to pay, why is he down here?? Great question… HE WAS SO CREEPY TO ONE OF THE GIRLS IN YOUNG JUSTICE….. WHO IS A MINOR!

21. Injustice Movie - Just because your in the background… doesn't save you from this list!!!

20. New 52 - Ok he's kinda hot if you look through your peripherals…Why are you wearing skinny jeans… you millennial

19. Harley Quinn TV Show - He's fine… just fine. “We’ll stack out bingo… Boomer loves an older woman” NO HE MUST LOVE ME! I AM VERY VERY MATURE FOR MY AGE

18. Flash: Sins of the Father - Can you please stop talking in the 3rd person… you are starting to sound crazy.

17. Most Wanted - I know jack shit about him. That's probably because he is barely in a comic issues THATS NAMED AFTER HIM!

16. Flash Point Paradox - His fight scene actually ate. I'm a sucker for Boomer being with the Rogues. If cyborg can take his belt off… so can I

15. Suicide Squad 2021 - Wow they somehow gave him even less lines than his first movie. 1. He doesnt look like boomer. 2. His accent is so bad… and hes AUSTRALIAN 3. His acting low key kinda mid 4. They killed off two of the only OG suicide squad members they had on the cast 5. He dies in the first 20min and in the most disrespectful way

14. Suicide Squad 2016 - The only good thing to come from this man is the fanfiction he brought. THIS FUCKING MOVIE MADE HIM A CANON BRONY WHICH I CAN NOT FORGIVE. GET THIS OUT OF MY SMUT BEFORE FREAK THE FUCK OUT >:( Fuck him and pinky too, you son of a bitch!!!! (its not that serious lol... i just want him to stop fucking a toy horse... please guys)

13. This Goober Alien Guy - I know nothing. He just kinda showed up… and I'm not mad just a little confused. He looks like he needs a hot chocolate and a hug :)))) 

12. Lego Batman Movie - Low key an icon. What I would do to get my hands on one of these sets… I would come close to killing someone for it

11. DC Lego Super Villains - If he wasn't Lego I would propose (Shane Dawson style) Once again what I would do for the very discontinued Lego set tie in…

10. Batman: Brave and The Bold - Those cheekbones could cut someone. Why are you wear a mini skirt… take it off ;)

9. Suicide Squad (comic) - Yes I know he was drinking and driving but he's not real so it doesn't count!!! The beginning of the Boomer Mobile! THE GAP TOOTH DUDE!

8. Justice League Unlimited S1 - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ok the hairline is… bad…. But so is mine twin!! I LOVE THAT THEY GAVE HIM PROPER CLOTHES AND NOT RAGS DUDE

7. Agent of Oz - is this picture is my school profile pic...yes… and??HE'S COVERED IN BLOOD AND IM GIGGLING!!!!!!!!!!!

6. Stjepan Sejic's Boomer - Choke hold and choke me...  I want to hear his voice but he can't break his mewing streak…The ungodly things I would let him do to me

5. Dark: Apocalypse War - Constantine! Boomer! GIRLS! GIRLS!! ILL SLEEP WITH BOTH OF YOU!!! I was not expecting him in this movie so I started to freak out when he showed up DUDE. PLEASE LET ME SIT ON IT

4. Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay - I'm a ride he wouldn't survive… I DONT HAVE WORDS TO DECRIBE HOW I FEEL DUDE… I WOULD DO ANYTHING HE ASKED FOR NO JOKE. Dead on the floor

3. Justice League Unlimited S2 - The glow up in REAL... had me on my hands and knees as a 3rd grader… and still on my knees today. I have never wanted someone to fuck me in the back alleyway of a shit bar so bad in my life

2. Batman: Assault on Arkham - The one that started it all… he is the reason I am this way. no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom BUT GREG ELLIS IS PUBLIC ENIME NUMDER ONE. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!!!!

AND THE BEST ONE!!!!!!!! WE ALL SAW IT COMING

1. Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League - I AM GNAWING ON THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!!! He has it all, the face, the VOICE, the look, the character!!!!! It is hands down the most consistently good representation of captain boomerang out their… and its canon that's he has a big dick :D I would sell my first born to get one night…

Thank you all for reading this word vom, I am sick in the head <3

if any of the comic issues are off or something please let me know :)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make your our and tag me!! i need to see them <3<3<3

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

au masterlist

notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, ehaula, and 428,715 others

y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

[juhaknyeonies]

choi seungcheol smau (scoups)

music major!seungcheol x cinematography major!reader

summary: you left home early and don’t have anyone to dorm with at the dorms so you take up rent with a friend, you need to find a job but it’s been a struggle for you and you can’t just let your friend pay rent by yourself so when you find a job you immediately take it but what you didn’t realise was this job had you moving around a lot more than you wanted too. atleast he’s rich, right?

genre: humour, fluff, romance, slight angst

warnings: landlord is a prick, sick people (illness), isolation and arguements

started 27/06/23 - ended tba

updates: every saturday and thursday

feel free to ask to be apart of taglist

a/n: i am not american so the dates when the academic term starts and ends may be a little different, also years of when certain people graduate will be different based on their major.

term 1: early february - early april (beginning of the academic year)

2 week break

term 2: late april - late june

2 week break

term 3: late july - late september

2 week break

term 4: early october - mid december (end of academic year)

6 week break and repeat again

the beginning

profiles 1 (y/n’s squad 😝)

profiles 2 and 2.5 (12 broke uni students + mingyu)

beginning of academic year

recording #1: day too early..

recording #2: job stealer

recording #3: the girl in vernon’s class

recording #4: ncity liquor

recording #5: job interview = happy cheol

recording #6: can you drive??

recording #7: today is not my day

recording #8: guilty

recording #9: are you girlypop?

recording #10: accidentally asked a girl out…

recording #11: cute

recording #12: sleep on the floor

recording #13: texting, i’m bored

recording #14: my fav cousin

recording #15: i wanna go, but i don’t but i did!

recording #16: drunk one-sided fight

recording #17: not jeonghan approved

recording #18: they finally did work!!

recording #19: stupid landlord

recording #20: sorry lee seokmin

recording #21: no they aren’t actually dating.. yet!

recording #22: he’s whipped whipped

recording #23: rtl or fear?

recording #24: rejected but not to your face.. ouch.

recording #25: y/n’s twitter

recording #26: delulu

recording #27: woozi got my back

recording #28: ngl thought it was obvious

recording #29: best wingmans ever

recording #30: spending $127 on someone (simp!)

recording #31: something on your mind

recording #32: oh okay

recording #33: mansae mansae mansae

recording #34: i’m sorry, it was urgent

recording #35: yayaya lets have fun!!

recording #36: gotta go (not by chungha)

recording #37: just s.coups and woozi

recording #38: jeonghan and y/n

recording #39: get on twitter!!!

recording #40: im back, im sorry

recording #41: same dream, same mind, same night

recording #42: cinematography is fun

recording #43: regular (job version)

recording #44: ubb file??

recording #45: creation of adore u (wip)!!

recording #46: quiet

recording #47: for you ofc <3

recording #48: its obvious i adore you

recording #49: lets wait for the future

recording #50: thank you

end of academic year

[m0ntylee]

My thoughts on the Anthony Warlow Jekyll and Hyde Musical songs. (my thought are in scrambles, and I'm 2 drinks in and FEELING IT!) 1. Prologue (I can imagine him saying the lyrics in eerie darkness, all ominous.) 2. I Need to Know (Jekyll is a fucking Disney princess and this is his moment!!!) 3. Facade (I would be scared if the houses were all flashy and swank.) 4. Bitch, Bitch, Bitch (SHUT YALL'S TRAPS!!) 5. The Engagement Party (I'm going to maul Simon Stride.) 6. Possessed (Lisa my beloved. Nothing can make me hate you) 7. Take Me as I Am (RAAAAAAAH LISAA!! 💖) 8. Lisa Carew (Nothing will make me like you Simon Stride) 9. Board of Governors (Ladies and Gentlemen, one at a time, I cant not understand all that shit) 10. Bring on the Men (how about this.... Bring on the Frogs! They are so funny, I swear.) 11. Lucy Meets Jekyll (Lucy serves and eats here.) 12. How Can I Continue On? (Utterson is so dear to me, I'm going to tear up wallpaper) 13. This Is the Moment (Can this not be the moment… Please) 14. Transformation (Now this is the moment at 3:17. Yea fellas, It's okay to be freaky, no judgment here.) 15. Lucy Meets Hyde (Indeed you are the man, Mr. Edward Hyde) 16. Alive (I SAID IT ONCE, I SHALL SAY IT AGAIN! HEADPHONES ARE NOT ENOUGH, I NEED THIS SONG UP MY ASS!!!) 17. Streak of Madness (The madness.. Its fucking streaking) 18. His Work and Nothing More (I don't like when the boyfriends are sad :(( ) 19. Sympathy, Tenderness (I love this song, and it makes me violently sad) 20. Someone Like You (Full of magic, whimsy, and pining) 21. Mass (Magic) 22. Murder, Murder! ("I brought you frankincense." - "and I brought you Mur.. Murder") 23. Letting Go (I love their bond) 24. Reflections ("As Hyde, I care only for myself- And nothing for Jekyll!" this is simply not true, buddy) 25. In His Eyes (Seep down this song makes me feel joyus and sad at the same time and my brain cant choose what it wants to do) 26. The World Has Gone Insane (MY FAVORITE SONG!!) 27. Girls of the Night (Another song that makes me :( i wish nothing but the best for them) 28. No One Knows Who I Am (I know who you are. :(( I want to give her a hug.) 29. It's a Dangerous Game (this duet goes HARD) 30. Once upon a Dream (Lisa) (Sigh...... Jekyll when I get you.) 31. No One Must Ever Know (I'm going to hold your hand while I tell you this.) 32. A New Life (This song made my mother frown and look at me all sad like. Then I told her.) 33. Once Upon a Dream (I think you were afraid to bud) 34. Confrontation ("I'm what you face when you face in the mirror." Mood) 35. The Wedding Reception (I feel a little cartoon cloud forming over my head.)

I don't know why I did this, but AYYYYY must there be a reason!! WELP TIME TO DO SHENANIGANS!!! (sleep)

[straykidsnews]

LEE KNOW 🐰💌

[240623] 12:10 AM KST

: Yeo

: What are you doing?

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[240623] 12:11-12:12 AM KST

: It's raining again

: Hehehehe

: Take an umbrella with you

: Oh, is it the beginning of the rainy season?

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[240623] 12:13-12:14 AM KST

: Well, Earth knows what to do....

: I hope it ends soon

: When it rains, my body feels heavy

: Am I getting old...?

: No, I am young. I have yet to be bright.

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[240623] 12:15 AM KST

: No, but I'm running along the Han River these days

: It takes me 15 minutes to run 3 km

: My stamina is rotten

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[240623] 12:17 AM KST

: Who said "Aging problem"?

: ㅡㅡ

: Come on

: I am still young

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[340623] 12:19 AM KST

: If You run along the Han River

: It is good

: Without realizing it

: I didn't want to know either

: So I wear a mask when I run

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[240623] 12:22-12:23 AM KST

: No, but

: The kitten who took the picture with me

: Isn't ir so cute???

: Sticker

: Phew, My heart really fluttered when I saw them

: My kids too

: They were like that for a while

: They bite my nose and tear off all the wires

: Hehehe

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[240623] 12:24 AM KST

: Hehe

: I am a person

: These people

: Hehehe

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[240623] 12:27 AM KST

: Do you think Soonie is nice?

: It has a really original personality.. Huu...

: I used to jump on the faces of sleeping people

: It's a bit risky if you do it at your current weight

: But its weight was light

: ..

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[240623] 12:29-12:32 AM KST

: I want to see my children

: I don't think I've seen them for two or three months...?

: Would it be okay if they came by subway and said "Can we sleep in hyung's bedroom tonight"?

: It would be amazing

: But first of all, they don't have phones

: So it is impossible

: Chet

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[240623] 12:35 AM KST

: Let's sleep for now

: I need to sleep

: For tomorrow

: Go to sleep

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[240623] 12:37 AM KST

: I still buy delicious snacks from my babies!!!!!

: Kekekeke

: Don't worry about it

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

any fluff or hurt/comfort related to my life rn would be appreciated ❤️ with our baby daddy Rafe of course 😃

You said baby daddy, I took it literally :D

"I'll get her, stay here." Rafe mutters, rolling over with a groan at the sound of our daughter crying in the other room. I go to move but am quickly reminded of the cramping pain in my lower abdomen, C-section scars still aching painfully. "Seriously, don't move." Rafe presses a quick kiss to my forehead and he's out of the room in a moments notice, leaving me to shift around the bed, reaching for the remote.

It's been like this day in and day out since we brought our daughter home from the hospital; sleeping a few hours before she calls out for us, keeping us awake for the rest of the night only for her to fall asleep the minute she's in Rafe's arms. Daddy's girl like her mama.

"She's just fussy." Rafe whispers as he closes our bedroom door, his eyes squinting in the bright light of the TV. He rounds the bed, soft eyes looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms with a fond smile. "You guys are going to be the death of my sleep schedule."

"What sleep schedule?" I tease, rubbing my eyes before reaching down to pull my sweatpants back, looking at the healing, itchy scar with a frown.

"Touche." Rafe laughs, leaning back against the headboard as our child coos in his arms, reaching up to grab whatever she can. "Do you need anything? Water? Meds?" Rafe asks, reaching out to brush his hand across my forehead, soothing my sleep deprived headache but I just shake my head, scooting closer to him so I can tuck myself into his side. I drag my fingers against his cheek before moving down to our daughter, soothing a hand over the top of her soft head, peach fuzz hair making me giggle quietly.

"Just you, maybe a movie." I whisper, breathing through the pain and sinking into him as much as I can as the movie plays in the background.

"Alright." He presses a kiss to my forehead, lips lingering against my skin for a moment before whispering. "I got her, you need to rest and heal."

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[vibratingskull]

Take my hand

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33

Tags : Reader is disabled, self-doubts, oral (M receiving), fingering, relief, heart to heart

You wake up from a nightmare only to discover Thrawn disapeared

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You open your eyes, thirsty like after a marathon. You rise yawning, shuffling your feet to the living room to get yourself a fresh glass of water. You turn on the lights and nearly have a heart attack. Peacefully seated at your table, in your own home, Nather is fanning himself with a satisfied grin. 

“Ah! Roween, my pearl, I was waiting for you.” He greets you with his charming smile. 

“You are not supposed to be here…” You manage to say in a toneless voice, “You are in custody.” 

“Am I, now?” He tilts his head, hiding his smile with his fan. “You know I am capable of anything for you.” 

“... Go away.” You just say with terror slowly rising in your blood. 

“You are kicking me out already? Me who came to offer you something.” He says feeling sorry. 

“I want nothing from you.” 

You need to call the cops. NOW. 

“Oh, but you want to see this one.” He gently pushes a plate with a cloche to you. “Please open it.” 

You approach, trembling, but he doesn’t move, just watches you with sparkly eyes. You take the handle of the cloche without leaving him with your eyes and open it. 

“I hope you’re hungry!” He chuckles. 

You lower your gaze to the plate. 

And let the cloche fall with a horrified scream. 

Thrawn’s decapitated, bloody head looks at you with glossy eyes. 

You wake up, rising like a devil jumping out of its box, with Nather’s maniacal laughter resonating in your head. 

“Thrawn!” You cry. 

You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you grip the covers to ground you in reality. You turn to Thrawn’s side to see it empty and cold. Again… 

Where is he? 

Is he okay? 

You jump out of bed and pass on your nightgown swiftly, ready to run after him in the streets in your little pajamas. You’re shaking of fear and worries, ready for the worst. 

But the worst didn’t happen. 

You find Thrawn sleeping on the sofa again. You let out a sigh of relief, he’s okay… 

He left you again... You tried to lower the room temperature and took off covers for his comfort but he still left the bed. Him refusing to be intimate with you and refusing you his affection come flashe back in your mind.  

Was he already sick? 

You shake your head, you didn't take his comfort and well-being once in consideration. 

You are a bad girlfriend! 

Feeling the desperate need for a hug you approach him to shake him gently and immediately retract your hand. 

He’s boiling hot. 

Looking closer he is profusely sweating and lowly moans like he is in pain. Poor Thrawn. You put your hand on his forehead. He is again way warmer than usual. You open the fridge, take out an ice pack you put on his forehead, and prepare him a hot toddy you put on the tea table next to his head.  

You sit on the sofa’s edge and gently caress his shoulder, still shivering. He shudders at your touch like it is painful or too much.  

But you still feel the need for his presence to comfort you… 

You take a plaid and wrap yourself like a burrito to limit physical contact and snuggle against him, reveling in his natural musk, inhaling it deeply through your nose, and trying to go back to sleep. 

Just for a moment then you’ll leave him in peace. 

Just for a short moment... 

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You wake up late, the sun shining on your face. You open your eyes full of sleep and look behind you. 

Thrawn left you. 

Again. 

He didn’t touch the hot toddy, letting it get cold on the tea table. 

You sigh and stretch, cracking your spine in a sounding “pop”. You who thought you got closer with the kiss… Now he is blatantly avoiding you. 

You sigh, looking at your hands on your knees. Since how long as he been ill? Why didn’t you notice sooner like a proper partner?  

His health and well-being are your work as his partner! You hear your mother nagging you in your head again, she would chastise you if she knew you let your boyfriend get ill! 

Hold on! 

Is it something you cooked? 

Did you make him ill yourself? 

You jump on your feet and run to your fridge to check all your dishes, but they all seem still fresh and edible. 

So what is it? 

A virus? 

You never saw Thrawn ill once in your life, did he ever miss a single day for health reasons? Sounds unlikely... 

You yawn again, trying to shake yourself up, and enter the bedroom to head to the bathroom. 

He isn’t here either. 

You apply your ‘nude makeup’ in case you cross paths with him and head to the kitchen to make some caff and drink it to get rid of the fog plaquing your mind. The apartment is deadly silent. Did Thrawn go out? In his current state? You check your comlink.  

No text. 

You try to call him but end up with the answering machine. You leave him a message where you try to not appear too stressed and send him a text message too. 

Just in case. 

As you put your comlink down you notice the dishes in the sink and snarl. 

You forgot to do them yesterday you chastise yourself. What good are you for if you can’t even keep your apartment clean for your ill boyfriend? There must be so many germs here right now! 

You clean the plates and take out the floorcloth. Time for some cleaning! 

You mop the floor, dust the apartment, apply bleach, and chase the hideous Coruscanti spiders out of your little cozy nest for the rest of the morning. You stop for a second to admire your work, wiping the sweat off your forehead. 

All clean! But damn you‘re sweating now… 

You ponder what you could cook for noon, regretting not knowing Thrawn’s favorite dishes. And at that moment you hear the door open. You lean in and see Thrawn in his long trench coat in the vestibule taking off his shoes. 

“Good morning Thrawn!” You salute him with a welcoming smile, turning to prepare him a cup of hot caff “Do you want some-” 

You don’t have time to finish your sentence when you hear the bedroom door close. You turn again with his fuming cup in hand to see the vestibule and living room empty. 

Did he just… 

He didn’t even greet you! 

You hear the shower start and decide to let him take his shower before going to him.  

Still, you’re disappointed.  

You hoped to wake up in your lover’s arms or have him greet you at the very least. But his demeanor is very strange to you. He always said “Hello” to you, even when you were away from each other he always called or texted you, you never started your day without his greeting… 

Relax. 

You know how you are when you are ill yourself, you want nobody to touch you and don’t have the energy for a conversation. Leave him be! He will feel better after. While he is in the shower you prepare him a good soup and another ice pack. You don’t put spices to not upset his fragilized organism and opt for a creamy, rich soup with croutons. When it is ready you pour it in a bowl and head to the bedroom. 

And find yourself blocked. 

The door doesn’t budge. 

Did he lock himself in? 

You knock on the door gently, starting to really worry, if he passes out and he locks the door you won’t be able to help him. 

“Thrawn?” You call. 

Silence. 

“Love? I made you some soup, please open the door.” 

There is a moment of silence again before you hear the faint sounds of the bed’s covers. You hear his steps on the floor approaching and the distinct sound of a lock opening. 

He did lock himself in. 

He opens the door a notch, gripping the door through the opening leaving just one of his eyes visible to you. It shines in the bedroom’s darkness, looking down at you from all his height. 

“What do you want?” He asks with a calm voice but you can hear lassitude in it. 

“I made you a nutritious soup.” You explain with a comforting smile. 

You reach for his hand holding the door but he immediately retracts it, evading you. You take back your hand, heart stabbed. He opens the door an inch more to take the bowl. 

“Thank you.” He breathes and goes to close the door immediately. 

“Wait!” You stop him. 

He looks at you with foggy eyes and strange dark energy dancing in his gorgeous red gaze. Is he angry at you? 

“Let me enter, I need to take my shower.”  

His shoulders lower perceptibly but he opens the door completely. He immediately turns away from you without another word, puts the bowl on the bedside, and lays in bed. You let him with his fuming bowl of soup in peace and go to the bathroom. 

You undress, walk into the shower, and turn on the water. If the water was boiling the other day, today it is icy cold! You refrain from a cry of surprise as the cold water hits your skin. 

Why did Thrawn have to take a shower this cold? Does his fever carry to today? 

You quickly step out of the shower, trembling, and wrap yourself in a towel. You realize you didn’t take a new outfit with you. You put your small pajamas back on and re-enter the bedroom, just passing your head first to check on Thrawn. 

He didn’t move an inch. The bowl is getting cold on the bedside and he ostensibly turns his back to you, buried under the covers. 

You sigh.  

As you approach him you hear his short, wheezing breath and you can clearly see him sweating. All your frustration melts into compassion and pity for your lover. He must be in so much pain… 

You crawl on the bed to reach him and extend your hand to caress his shoulder when you are stopped by a scathing order. 

“Do not touch me.” 

You gulp, worrying and hurt by his demeanor. 

“Thrawn? Are you all right?” You murmur. 

“I am perfectly fine. Go away.” He coldly responds. 

“What do you have? I can help, I can bring you medicine or something.” 

“You do not want to help with that and I do not want you to see me in this state.” He counters, back still turned to you “Leave.” 

Your hand reaches his shoulder. He is burning hot and wet with sweat. You hear him wince at the contact of your skin. 

This is not like him. Where is your unsinkable Grand Admiral? 

“Thrawn?” You gently call “You are obviously ill, do not reject me now. Let me help, that is what couples are for.” 

You hear him inhale and exhale deeply before finally blessing you by turning towards you. He is disheveled and his eyes are feverish and fogged by something dark. You brush one strand of hair out of his face. 

“Tell me how you feel…” 

He silently looks at you, devouring you with his red eyes up and down. He rolls on his back, a hand on his hair, eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

“You do not want to deal with that.” He finally says, his chest rising up and down in short breaths. 

“How can you be so sure?” You insist softly, “You'd be surprised how much I can take and carry.” 

“No.” He decides. “Now it is not the time to trouble you with my problem.”  

“A relationship is based on the trust we bear for each other. What you are telling me now is that you are not trusting me enough to be of help.” You bite back. “And that is frankly hurtful.” 

Okay, that may be low on your part but you feel like nothing could make him budge, you have to shake him up a bit. 

“I am not ready for you to know this about me.” His hand comes covering his eyes. 

You take his hand and bring it to your lips to kiss it. 

“Tell me.” You invite softly. 

He raises into a sitting position with a groan and seems to gather his words, searching for how to word this delicately. 

“There are numerous benefits to being a Chiss.” He starts, “But there are also some… downfalls.” 

You tilt your head, focusing on his voice, waiting to know what this finally means. 

“We developed some… necessary quirks for survival reasons during dark times that threatened to wipe us out of existence. An evolutionary necessity to survive even if it goes against our very pride of civilized beings. Almost nobody outside Chiss is aware of that, we kept it a secret to anyone else.” 

Now you’re starting to worry for his life. What’s that secret? A rare heart shape? A lung-odd formation?  

He seizes your hand and squeezes it, looking into your eyes, straight and sharp like a razor blade ready to slash, but an odd fever lays in his lingering gaze. 

“Promise me that what you are about to learn will not change how you see me.” He asks. 

You squeeze back his hand with a comforting smile. It must be really serious! 

“You can tell me anything.” 

He inhales again like he can’t believe he’s about to reveal it. 

“My species has rut cycles.” 

You remain silent, eyes wide open. Your mind froze at that bomb.  

His species has what now? 

Met by your resonating silence and shocked face he lowers his face lightly, disappointed. 

“I knew it was too soon.” 

You shake yourself out of your torpor, reaching for him. 

“No, Thrawn! It is okay, I was just surprised!” You squeeze his hand. 

He gives you a side glance, mute. 

“It’s just that I would have never guessed such a thing! You are always so in control and composed, that it would not have crossed my mind in a million years.” 

“It is not something we openly talk about.” 

“But why now? What happened? You seemed fine during… This decade?” 

“We master hiding our emotions and condition at a young age. The symptoms are dormant when we do not have a partner, they awaken when we find somebody.” 

“So it is my fault then.” You realize. 

You are the cause of his suffering. 

You failed your man. 

“I forbid you from saying that.” He orders but his expression softens instantly at your worried gaze, “This is solely my problem, you do not have to take any blame.” 

“For how long has this been going?” You ask. 

“It is irrelevant.” 

“How long!” You demand with a harsh tone. 

He raises his eyebrows at you but caves in. 

“I have been observing you for some years now.” He reluctantly admits. “But it is worse since…” 

“Since?” 

“Since I tried to seduce you that night.” 

“For this long?” You ask astonished. 

You feel your stomach drop. He was in pain for so long and you had no idea. 

“I am used to it. Everything is fine.” He tempers, trying to gain back his dignity. 

“Oh yes, you are absolutely radiant, a real sunshine!” You mock. 

He lightly purses his lips but remains silent. 

“Be honest with me: Did the kiss do something?” You demand. 

“I told you not to worry.” He tries to appease you. 

“Answer!” You say with less and less patience for his headstrong attitude. 

“Yes. It awakened a new crisis.” 

You take the hit, the moment must not have been as magical to him as for you. 

“We should do it!” You exclaim with resolve. 

“What?” He snarls. 

“You are clearly in pain and I won’t let you in this state.” You take off your t-shirt, revealing your bra to him. 

“We are doing nothing.” He stops you. “I am not touching you in this state.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have barely any control over myself, I do not want to hurt you in any way.” 

“I told you I can take it.” You insist. 

“Absolutely out of the question.” He shakes his head, “I refuse our first time to happen in those conditions.” 

You pout. He is so stubborn! 

Without a second thought, you crawl to his waist and pull the covers off of him. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, suspicious but seemingly unable to move a single muscle under such tension. 

“I am helping you.” You respond dead seriously. “We don’t need to go all the way to relieve you.” 

At least you hope it will work... 

You seize his pants and pull them down his legs. 

“(Y/n)!‘’ He warns. 

“Just let me do it, you’ll feel better!” 

“(Y/n), what do you think you-” 

You don’t listen and pull on his boxers to reveal his cock. It instantly rises, pre-cum leaking abundantly off the tip.  

Damn, if he’s constantly hard like that, it must be so painful. 

You take it in your hand and give it a few strokes, he hisses in response. He is really, really well endowed, large, and long like the rest of his body, it makes you drool just looking at it, as much as it scares you. 

He has… A truly impressive size to say the least. That will be a problem. 

He doesn’t have pubes or he has a really clean shave because his skin is incredibly soft and smooth in that region. You lick your lips hungrily as you observe his long, girthy shaft in blue and purple shades with a reddish tip; he has ridges all along his shaft with some masses of swollen flesh hugging his length at the base making him wider. You take a lap at him from balls to tip with the flat of your tongue, earning a choked gasp. You take long and slow licks as he throws his head back. You kiss the tip with a sounding pop, pull back on the foreskin to reveal his reddish head, and circle his crown with the tip of your warm, wet tongue.  

He tastes deliciously salty. And he’s so warm too. 

You pump him as you glide across the tip, flicking your tongue. You hear him pants and moan. 

“Ch'etecerci!” He curses between his teeth. 

You have no idea what that means but hearing the tone of his voice you are doing a good job. You moan in harmony with him, mewling for his ears, making it even more enticing. You suck his tip clean of precum and take him in your mouth, engulfing him in your wet heat. You go down as far as you can, drooling all over his length. You let it sit for a second, feeling his true weight on your tongue, making you salivate even more. He is so hot and heavy inside your mouth! And his massive size IS a problem. 

But you do your best to service your man. 

He moans at your ministrations and it's so hot to hear! You feel his thigh muscles contracting under your palms, keeping them apart. You start bobbing away your head, going up and down, whining seductively for him like you're tasting a tasty dish. You see his hands digging his nails into the mattress, tearing up the cotton entirely. You feel his eagerness to move in your mouth bubbling under his skin but he doesn’t give up, remaining in control of his body, only trembling slightly, giving away his true pleasure. 

“You will not break me, cha’cah.” He says resolutely between pants. 

You mewl at the pet name, bobbing away with even more enthusiasm, ready to take on the challenge! Your lips are puffy and swollen and you feel him reaching the back of your throat but you're mindful of your gag reflex. You listen to his gasps of pleasure to encourage yourself. You suck and lap diligently, hollowing your cheeks, maintaining his thighs open for you. 

You feel his hand on the top of your head and you are sure he’s going to take a fistful of your hair and either force your head down further or yank your head away, but he just gently brushes through your hair, delicately caressing your head then your cheek with his large, warm palm. 

“Cha’cah…” He calls, almost desperate. 

You swirl and twirl your tongue against his hard cock and feel it twitching, leaking pre-cum again. You feel your saliva dripping from your chin and all along his length. He hisses under your touch, tearing the mattress apart even more. 

His raw strength is impressive. 

You try to take him whole in one go, realizing that he will also be a challenge for your pussy to take in! You’re actually wondering if it will even be possible! Is it anatomically possible for such a size to fit in?  

You let out a contented mewl for his ears again, as you go down as far as you can, you feel him brush past the back of your throat to go deeper.  

“Ah!” He hushes. 

You feel yourself getting wet at those moans, but the pain in your throat and jaw worsens with each new centimeter you manage to swallow. Your eyes water and your gag reflex is acting up a lot, your throat muscles contracting painfully around his girthy length. You’re not used to such dimensions but you push through, deeply breathing through your nose until you reach your limit. Despite your best efforts and experience, taking him whole is simply impossible. You made quite a mess of drool and precum down there… 

You hear a deep growl resonating from the depth of his chest but his hand gently strokes your cheek, contrasting with his animalistic sounds. Your clit throbs at those sounds he makes, you could listen to them all day long! When the pain gets too great you release his cock to take a deep breath, big tears rolling on your cheek. He seems to relax when you let him go. 

But you’re not finished with him! 

You take him back in your mouth and bob away as fast as you can, instilling a merciless pace for his sensitive flesh, fisting what you can’t swallow. His back arches under your tongue, his head is deep into the pillows and he lets out a chant of breathy moans as he shudders. 

You go so fast you start to feel dizzy but you feel his cock twitching again and suddenly contract and he comes undone in your mouth. His whole body tenses up before relaxing like all his strength just left him. 

You swallow and lick his shaft clean conscientiously before rising on your knees, his cum tastes salty too, not displeasing at all! You do not have the time to say anything, he grabs your arm and pulls you into a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. He forces you to straddle his stomach, tasting himself on your lips, growling deeply as your tongues meet and hug. You didn’t have time to properly take your breath back and part with him, gasping for air. You feel his tip poking your ass, is he… Getting hard again already? He keeps kissing your jaw and neck, caressing your back, holding you close and his second hand pulling on your shorts. 

“Thrawn?” you ask panting. 

“A satisfied partner helps a lot. Let me take care of you in return.” He rasps. 

He reveals your panties and scoops your sex, feeling your wetness through the fabric. 

“Already wet?” He teases. 

“Your moans are potent, I am not insensible to a man whimpering.” You breathe. 

He hooks your panties to the side and you shudder at the cold air hitting your exposed pussy. He immediately trails your slit with his finger, coating it with your essence. The touch feels so strange, it’s been some years since someone else touched you like that. He gently spreads your pussylips with two fingers, titillating your soft flesh with attention before probing your warm entrance with the tip of his digit while his thumbs quickly locate your clit, gliding over it, circling and grazing it, giving it sweet attention. You feel your hips jolt at the pleasure slowly rising in your veins, those little touches are doing wonders. You whine under his touch. 

“Ah! Thrawn…” 

“Just let me do it.” He croaks. “I need it.” 

He finally enters you and your legs start shaking under you. You feel him caressing your walls, searching for something. Once he locates your gummy spot he immediately starts to scratch it, graze it, caress it, and titillate it with gentle circles, harsh brushes, and soft grazes. You call his name, and bite your lower lips, refraining from moaning. He slaps your ass. 

“Chant!” He orders harshly, head buried in your breast, kissing and licking the skin of your bosoms. 

He keeps rubbing your g-spot with the pad of his fingers and you can’t help but fuck yourself on his finger, rising your hips up and down as he circles the spot. You open your mouth and whimper in his ears, earning a growl of approbation from him. He presses down your clit, glides across it with his thumbs, exciting your little bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk violently under his touch but he holds you down, forcing you to endure the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Do not think you can escape this.” He warns. 

He then inserts a second finger to stretch you wide open, your little pussy can barely take it, scissoring you scrupulously. You feel yourself soaking his hand and your walls puffing up with blood as the pleasure builds up, the well-familiar pool of heat growing in your entrails. His shirt must be soaked by now... He hooks his fingers and starts to savagely brush your inner walls, spreading your pussylips apart and spreading your release all over your vulva and thighs, soaking your little panties too. He keeps circling your clit and grinding your pearl like a madman, but he does it with such ease… 

He looks up to you, kissing your chin tenderly as he fingers you nasty style, your slick dripping down his large hand with obscene wet noises that resonate in the little bedroom. You can’t help but moan under his expert touch. You have no idea where he learned his technique but he's good at it! A little too much. 

“Keep chanting for me. I want to hear everything.” He nibbles your neck, leaving hickeys on your delicate skin. “You are giving me so much pleasure.”  

“But I’m not touching you?” You whimper between much-needed breaths. 

“You reach my soul with those moans.” 

You gasp again, holding on to his warm, large body like a buoy in the open sea. You bury your head in his neck and inhale his sweaty musk, digging your nails into his blue flesh as he growls deeper, smelling like a forest after the rain.  

He smells so good… You’re addicted. 

He grasps your lower lips with his mouth and bites into it with his pearly white teeth. You yelp as you feel your pussy starting to clench on his fingers, trying to retain them inside, so he accelerates his ministrations more if it is even possible. 

He pulls on his shirt to reveal his stomach under you. 

“Make a mess when you cum.” He demands, nibbling your ear. “Give it to me, Cha’cah.” 

And like that, at his simple command, by the sheer power of his voice, a shudder strikes you like lightning and you cum on his hand with a shout of his name, your legs trembling, barely holding you in place, but Thrawn holds you close against him, hugging you tight. You feel your pussy convulsing around his fingers and your clit throbbing as he presses it down. 

He tenses up in your arms and you feel a warm, sticky substance on your lower back. You turn your head, incredulous, to see his member twitching, spurting its last ribbon of seed. He came by just hearing you whine?  

How is that possible? Usually, you have to bend over backward your partner to push them to completion, submit to their whims for them to accept to take care of you in return… 

“Good, very good, Cha’cah.” He praises you. 

You try to take your breath, panting heavily, eyes closed, still seeing stars. You lower your gaze to see the mess you made on his stomach. You see a puddle of your release on his abbs that he spreads with his hand all over to his pecks. He observes his wet finger, absolutely fascinated by the glistening substance, and takes them in his mouth to taste. His pupils widen instantly as he licks his fingers clean, a purr getting louder. 

“It is delicious.” He says, already intoxicated by your taste “Do you always taste this savory?” His face is calm and stoic but his red eyes are sparkling like those of a child. 

“I suppose?” you answer breathless and chuckling. 

He replaces your panties on your wet cunt, letting it get soaked. 

“Please, will you give me your panties after?” He asks, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. 

“For what purpose might you need my dirty panties?” You ask more amused than bewildered. 

“For when we are separated.” He explains softly kissing your neck, “It would help me get through my rut if I can inhale your pheromones.” 

He caresses your back, holding you close, cradling you gently. You can’t believe he’s asking you such a thing! You discover new sides of him every day. 

“Alright.” You smile at him and lower your head to kiss him. 

The kiss is soft and tender even if it is languorous. You moan again, muffled by his lips and his purr deepens to a lower sound that you feel resonating through his whole chest. Your hand slowly slides to his pecs, they are large and broad, home to his beating heart. You feel his purr through your palm. He holds you and turns on the side, laying you both on the bed. You caress his cheek fondly. 

“So? Rut cycles?” You murmur like a secret like something could hear you in your little bedroom. 

“Yes.” He sighs, “Scientifics theorized it happened when our homeworld entered an Ice age, the population dwindled drastically and not enough youngs were born.” 

“And it’s painful?” 

“Usually no. But the symptoms if you cannot lay with your partner regularly are.” 

“What kind of symptoms?” You snuggle against him, looking up to him, circling his chest with your arms. 

“Compressed lungs and heart, headache, short breath, and more.” 

“Is it…Is it dangerous if you can’t…” 

“I have heard stories of people fainting or going into cardiac distress when they were away from their partners. But I give them little credit.” 

“I am sorry you had to leave through this all those years…” 

“Not exactly. We need to be around a compatible partner with active pheromones for it to kick in. Either way, the symptoms are dormant. We have medication to keep it in check.” 

“And you don’t have your medication?” 

“I did not think I would encounter a compatible species. Even less an interested partner.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. 

“You? Not finding an interested partner? I find it hard to believe.” You grin. 

“Really? I was not especially popular at home.” 

“You were not? Were they all blind?” You boop his nose. 

“I suppose I was too into my own interests to be ‘interesting’ in the eyes of others.” He theorizes.  

You giggle thinking about him rambling about art. 

Something suddenly crosses your mind. 

“Was that… Your first experience?” You frown. 

“No.” He chuckles, amused by your worried expression, ”I did have some partners before.” 

You’re relieved. 

You wouldn’t like it to be his first sexual experience. You would have made things nicer and more romantic. 

“So… Does that mean you picked up my pheromones before? That's how you knew I was ‘interested’?” 

“I noticed first your squirmish demeanor, like a child.” He squishes your cheek with a side grin as you protest before caressing it, “Then I felt your lust through my being.” 

You bite your lips, you who thought you were discreet… 

“I’m sorry, that is so embarrassing…” You admit. 

“It is natural for me to feel that. I grew up feeling other’s desires and wants. I can pick up on the lust of anyone, even those that are not directed at me.” 

“So you didn’t know I was thinking about you?” You almost hide under the covers. 

“Not at first. But it was quite evident you desired someone during our sessions in the Academy library.” 

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugh…” You fully hide under the covers, “Please, someone kill me…” 

“I told you I am used to it, it is easy for me to ignore and shield from it. It gets trickier when I get interested myself.” He pulls on the covers to reveal your face. 

You bite your lower lips, embarrassed. Argh! You thought you were sneaky like a pro but to him, you reeked of sex and lust! How embarrassing! 

“So how did you know?” 

“When I had my heart set on you. Our compatible pheromones started to explode like fireworks in my chest. It was warm and fuzzy, like a comforting open fire burning inside me. But it got harsher when…” He stops and his eyes get dark, slightly frowning. 

“What? When what?” 

“When I learned you were with Satlove.” He admits. 

Your stomach drops, his face flashing in your mind. You shudder, shaken by a cold sweat. 

“Oh…” You can only say. 

Thrawn grips your arm and pulls you into a tight embrace. 

“But let's not speak about him. He will not spoil this moment for us. Do you know your musk smells delicious?” 

“Are you sure it is not the pheromones that scramble your sense of smell?” You giggle, pressing yourself against him. 

“Surely, but it is so pleasant nonetheless. Do you use perfume?” He buries his nose in your hair. 

“No.” You press your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Keep it that way if you please. I quite like it.” He starts purring again. 

“So…” You start, biting your lower lips with expectation, “When can we… Go all the way?” 

You hear a muffled snarl that sounded almost like a chuckle. 

“We will not do anything while I am in my cycle.” He decides. 

“Usually that is women that use that excuse.” You grin. 

“I do not know how violent it can get. I want to take my time with you, show you my love and appreciation, shower you with caresses and soft kisses.” he raises an eyebrow “Why are you smiling?” 

“You are a hopeless romantic who loves a mess in his bed.” You refrain from giggling. 

That is just the cutest thing you’ve ever heard. 

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, puzzled. 

“No, no, no. I just imagined you more… Harsh? Demanding?” 

“Would it please you?” He looks deep into your eyes. 

“I will adapt to you.” You respond, brushing your noses together. 

He frowns for a split second before relaxing. 

His tone and expression remained incredibly aloof and stern during the conversation, but under the covers, he held your hand and brushed it with his thumbs. 

“For how long will this last?” You pout. 

“For one month at least.” He kisses your forehead. 

“One whole month?!” You can’t believe it. “I can’t wait this long! I want you now!” You fake cry. 

He smiles sadly. 

“I am truly sorry, cheo Cha’cah. It is not my intent to frustrate and deny you. Understand that I do it for both of our well-being.” 

“I’m simply joking. If you prefer to wait, I'll be patient.”  

“Thank you.” He whispers. 

You remain under the covers, disheveled and almost naked, in the arms of the other, forehead against forehead. 

“Do you feel better, at least?” You ask with a thin voice. 

“I do.” He admits, “But do not do that again.” His gaze gets hard, “If I feel the need I will come to you. Do not try that stunt again.” 

You look into his eyes, biting your lips. There is no need to ask him to take care of your own needs, he was nice enough to take care of you today, and there is no need to make his burdens heavier. 

You’re simply going to take care of yourself, you’re used to it. 

“But you will warn me when your cycle ends?” 

“You will be the very first to be informed.” He presses you tighter. 

You nuzzle your nose together with a giggle as he caresses your cheek. 

“Thank you…” He breathes lowly. 

“You’re welcome, it’s nothing, I’m used to helping my partner.” You smile. 

“No. Thank you for accepting me.” 

“You thought I would reject you?” You inquire. 

He remains silent, his red eyes lost in yours. 

“I have a difficult relationship with my own sexuality and condition, I did not know how you would react.” He explains tacitly. 

“Thrawn.” You press yourself against him, hugging him back, “I love you and accept you as who you are.” You take his hand caressing your cheek and kiss, squeezing it, “You can confide in me, tell me everything.” 

His eyes seem to soften despite his mask of sternness. 

“I am lucky I met you.” He lets you know. 

“I am lucky I met you too.” You kiss the tip of his nose before burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musk. 

He gently caresses your back and you feel Morpheus claiming you in his arms

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[beomiracles]

OMG I WASNT EVEN THINKING THREESOME BUT THATS GOOD TOO OMG

the plot of the whole fic (which i doubt ill ever post anywhere) is basically the mc and yeonjun and both single parents who had kids in their teens and didnt date or have sex w anyone after. so then they like relearn how to love and shit w each other and its cute and sappy and theyre in love and theyre REALLY horny, like the mc made it clear she wasnt ready to have sex so theres a whole dry humping scene where yeonjuns like "if i cant be inside you, gon make you cum just like this, ‘kay baby?" (and lots of other scenes as well but then they do have sex. and then they have sex a lot after that lol bc they really cant keep their hands off each other)

but then their exes try to break them up bc they realized that they want them back (basic but i needed some sort of plotline there really is none) so yeonjuns ex kisses him in public and the mcs friend just happens to be there so mc and jjun get into a fight and break up.

so then shes pissed and upset and her bdays the next day but she doesnt tell anyone why yeonjuns not there. and the first person she does tell is taehyun! bc she knows hes not gonna be judgmental and will listen to her and everything, and he responds so fast (based off gyu saying in an interview tyun texts so fast its like hes born to text) and pulls up to her apartment even faster, realizes how miserable she is "use me to get over him"-- tyun "make me forget him, please"-- mc (also tyuns younger and has called the mc noona forever so ofc it has to be put into that scene <3) so then tyun starts off so sweet, kisses so gentle w him cradling her face in his hands, and then he legit fucks her until she passes out lol

and so ive had the tyun scene planned for a while but i just expanded on the mcs relationship w gyu, where you find out that when they graduated high school, they were both in really dark places, so the mc came over to his house and they got drunk and promised to get married if they werent before 25 and fell asleep on his couch together.

so now i feel like gyu is a really safe space for the mc (they’re 22 and 21 now, respectively (i started writing this fic in november 2022 lol)) and it'd be nice if, at least, she sleeps over at his house every night bc she cant stand being in her own bed, and i feel like one night they just fuck and her reasoning is split between "if i fuck other people, yeonjun cant be the only one. he doesnt get that power" (bc he was the first person to fuck her in 6 years after she had a kid so she wants to ho around a lil) and the fact that gyu is just like a home to her, they're just making their relationship better 😭 

so ya idk if having her fuck them both is too much but i feel like its such a good opportunity ToT like gyu who fucks her so sweet and lazy and tyun who fucks the shit out of her and gives her the fuck of her life <3

spectacular give me 14 of em.

no seriously why is this not available to read anywhere ?? and like the trope is so unique I love it sm. and like I love the diversity between tyun and gyu hehehe. + miscommunication trope between mc and yeonjun goes hardddd.

PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS TO BE RELEASED.

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 10

chapter 28:

this is the heist chapter, so i’m just gonna make it its own post. it will be too long otherwise

1. james thinks that falling in love with regulus is the most exciting thing he’s ever done- more so than the literal heist. they’re so in love

2. hell yeaaaah babey! they even have the clothes sharing trope. regulus looks so small in james’ big t-shirt. fuck yeah

3. they’re all nervous and getting tea in the kitchen <3 they all get along and love each other. do NONE of them have melatonin tho??? babes, medically force yourself to sleep atp

4. peter swears barty’s snoring is so loud there is two people in there. 👀 evan perhaps??

5. i love mary and lily’s friendship so much. like, i love their background friendship in this fic so much. like, i cannot even use words to express how much i love it

6. remus and james fell in love with stars and it’s the most important thing about the heist to them. wait. hold up. i just.

7. “Anyone would be lucky to marry you, James Potter. Plus, I didn’t really think Regulus was the wear your t-shirt, fall asleep in your lap, dance on countertops, type either and yet, here he is.” sobbing. literally sobbing.

8. remus and james being best freinds in this fic instead of the typical sirius and james freindship is healing in ways i didn’t think would need healing. i am healed. they are forever going to be in each others lives.

9. sirius and james matching 😭😭😭. but it also raises the question of what the others are wearing. jeans and blouses? night clothes? leggings?

10. tensions are so high. i feel like i need to be clutching my pearls and holding my breath. this is so stressful. i’m so worried something will go horribly wrong. so stressed

11. i’m also concerned why they are worried about fingerprints but aren’t wearing gloves

12. oh good, they’re wearing gloves actually

13. i love that part of the way sirius’ has his pure blood character show in here is by the way he can tell the price, quality, painter, and style of a painting just by looking at it

14. i love that after the first wolfstar kiss remus got back to james and told him everything. and i love that sirius and james are bringing this up during the heist when their LITERAL LIVES ARE ON THE LINE

15. oh shit there’s footsteps. i’m so worried for sirius and james

16. thank FUCKING GOD THEY ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNSCATHED AND SAFE OH GOD I WAS SO SCARED OH MY GODDDDDD

17. still getting a bit of a rosekiller vibe here…

18. shit fuck no shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck shit fuck holy fucking shit there’s police and sirens and holy fucking shit shit shit. stop no, i had such high hopes

19. oh no james thinking that sirius tipped the police off. (but i’m getting a bit of a feeling that this will be parallel to the peter betrayal moments in canon)

20. (not barty letting out a maniacal laugh during a fucking car chase. he’s not helping the sociopath claims)

21. not pandora playing the euphemia card.

22. also, once again, i would like to make a callback to my previous thoughts on point number 18. still thinking that. very worried.

23. god, not james saying i love you to regulus while the police have opened fire on him. i’m so worried. god.

24. it will be fine tho. there’s 10 chapters left. and james isn’t the one who dies. i will be fine.

25. james was shot 😳

26. and they’re all on the plane. they survived. end of chapter. thank fucking god.

[iheartchv]

Hello !! Can i request for a romantic cod match up? (Can be n/sfw, go ham with it!!) If thats alright aaa, its my first time asking but I love your works! >__<

✧ Im a 5'5 filipino girly (currently 22 years)

✧ Im slim and a bit on the underweight side, struggling to maintain a normal balance TT..

✧ I have a short black mullet hair with blue peekaboos, skintone's a bit on the lighter side

✧ Currently taking culinary classes, im in my 4th year

✧ an introvert but I can go up to people and talk about the things I observe about them! (For ex. The pins they have, the kind of clothes they have, etc etc) otherwise, I just stay quiet and stay put

✧ I love cooking, reading books, listening to music and oh dear god— sleep!!! Its the most rewarding thing for me as a stressed and pressured student

✧ The kind of music that i listen to is probably shocking for someone meeting me at first— they usually think I would listen to pop more but noooo they're wrong.. anyways, its Death metal, Black metal, and Nu metal :3

✧ I had an emo phase (mcr, p!atd, ptv, and so much more-) but now my style is more on old money and sometimes dark academia!

✧ Im diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and to top it up, im also diagnosed with bpd :(( I am all over the place, i need constant reassurance on what im doing or i'll go nuts..

I feel like I overshared on this one— oh dear—

You can pair me up with anyone you deem fit for me :33

I hope you have a nice week! Muwah muwaah!!

🤔 uhmmmm.... I'll match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I feel like Ghost would be your match

At first it would seem like he doesn't care about you at all;

You had told him he had a cool mask on

He just gave a soft grunt and went about his business

But once he warms up to you he'll be a lot less of a jerk

As friends, when you were out together, he'd always say something like "this isnt a date"

"Never said it was"

But you wished it was

Ghost was a nice guy underneath his cold exterior

He was there for you, a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen and hear you out

He has your back 🖤

It took a bit but he asked you out

He got tired of waiting for you to ask

He knew you had a crush on him

You were more open than he was so he got to know more about you

When he trusts you completely he will open up to you

Further on into the relationship he will take his mask off around you and tell you his few secrets he has hid from everyone

Volunteers to be your guinea pig for any recipe of yours

No, it's not an excuse to eat your food...

....though it is the most delicious food he's ever had...

He's missed eating real food

Has noticed he's put on a few pounds

But you say he looks better

Even his close squad mates noticed

And though they may tease him having a girlfriend, he ignores them and mentions that they're 'just jealous'

[quailxcrossing]

7, 11, 19, 38- Etcetera! (B, D, or A!)

38, 4, 21, 12- Auï!

6, 1, 13, 28- Ruse!

HIIII PIXEL i am finally sitting to answer these I'M SO EXCITED thank you for the queestions :3

ETCETERA (i'll be doing Before as D/A are under comic revisions!)

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? For his childhood nostalgia; rubber staircases, the smell of Lysol, floor-length mirrors. he was a theatre/choir kid and even the slightest thing that can remind him of that is nostalgic

11.How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)? Absolutely pretend to understand, or just rolling with it and failing spectacularly. Etcetera misunderstands things a lot; either because he just straight-up wasn't focusing/listening, or something too fancy flew over his head. He'll sometimes ask them to come again with a "what huh?" but if the words are just jibberish again, so he'll try to manage with context clues! (icon by @/krembearry!)

19. What is their favorite number? 22! It's his birthday, he likes how the repetition of an even number feels, and he has a connection with his daughter that has made him like 22 even more

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?  Hard to say! He's got plenty! I wouldn't say Etcetera sits on one thing too much, he rotates through a lot of jumbled thoughts at any given time, he's got a memory that can't remember what he said 5 minutes ago but it will randomly pull up a scene he hasn't thought about in years and he'll be vividly replaying a day from 13 years ago. but he not much of a ruminator!

AUÏ

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?  Auï IS a ruminator. and i know for certain that the memory that he rolls around the most is the one of him leaving home- the one that I made a comic of the second half with Aria! its a much larger scene, with that comic being the tail end of it.

this is the memory that his mind likes to bring up when he is quiet, or whenever he feels so comfortable, or has a moment of clarity that needs to be dampened. he uses this memory to justify his abuse to himself, although he hasn't yet realized this exact moment was a direct infliction of his abuse. i mean to say, like, Auï believes this moment is what started his downward spiral and he deserved it because of that moment - instead of the truth, which is that his spiral and abuse started long before this day, and the reason he acted the way he did was because of it. AUGH

4. How easy is it to earn their trust? its not super easy! it took a while for him to trust Cian and Vega when he first met them, and he's still getting more comfortable with them day-by-day. The only reason he does trust them at all is because Turrie and Goat do, and he completely trusts those two. When they said Cian and Vega were okay, Auï was inclined to believe them. As for outsiders, he doesn't trust most's good intentions, although he would like to be able to, someday.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?  In a literal sense, Auï gets up and out of his room in the morning so Goat can sleep. He'd often want to do nothing more than lay there and rot, but if he sees his roommate is finally sleeping, he will move out of there so he doesn't wake him. the little guy is lucky to get 4 hours a night, he's extremely restless and a very light sleeper. goat desperately needs to take melatonin but he is even more sensitive to taking anything that will change his behavior. augh. ok hold on let me see if i can find an sketch in goat's gallery

goat has no idea lol

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? also speaking of goat, Auï probably just goes and whines at him. there's soooo many places Auï can't reach, he's the least flexible person on the planet. if goat isn't there, he just suffers- he's too embarrassed to ask anyone else

RUSE yayyyy

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable? Immovable! and she is regularly miserable about that. she is very pessimistic about social change, although she is immensely passionate about it.

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? not very long!! for her tired disposition, Ruse is quite active, and she likes new adventures and going out to do fun things. she's a party girl!! genuinely!! she likes exciting and social activities, even if she is pretty quiet and shy herself, and she doesn't like being in DANGER- but she doesn't want to just be sitting around! At least, she would like something to look forward to!!!

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color? Ruse believes she looks best in the same colors as herself- black first, and then white, and orange. She is very particular about fashion, and really deeply loves putting together outfits from a variety of hues and styles- so I would be inclined to say she's correct. I do think she looks best in black, white, and orange! i think she looks great in anything though - I also think she looks very nice in navy, to bring out her eyes.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?  Ruse will always prefer the truth. She thinks lies are ridiculous- they're just a waste of time. What are you supposed to do with a lie? She used to be very strict about this, but is learning that a white lie can be used to placate situations, although she still thinks the truth would be more honorable and useful.

[thewisecheerio]

Here are learning progression curves for the Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree bosses. The graphs indicate Boss's HP remaining as a percentage of total HP vs. Fight Count.

Before anyone asks: As far as build, I use a mixed/melee magic build. I use summons when needed, or any other tools available to me (like scooby doo framents). I went into the DLC around RL160, but gained a LOT of levels (about 40) from the runes harvested in the DLC itself.

SPOILERS AT END: I will indicate who is who at the END of the post, so do not read the very bottom paragraph if you don't want boss names spoiled.

Figure 1: Here's what it looks like when I do a little bit better each fight, with a few major dodge fuckups at fight 12 and 22.

Figure 2: This is what it looks like when the opening salvo kills me repeatedly, but I destroy them if I can survive that initial burst. You can see a lot of deaths at Phase 1 opening, and 1 death at the beginning of Phase 2.

Figure 3: Here's a boss with a VERY clear learning progression (downward curve overall), but interrupted by the fact that I am particularly bad at dodging one particular attack in each phase, causing a lot of noise in the shape of the curve.

Figure 4: Here's a learning curve interrupted by fatigue--causing the erratic noise from fight 13 to 22--followed by the rest of the learning curve after a break. Remember to rest your hands and eyes!

Figure 5: I walked into this fight blind, not even realizing there was a boss there. It just so happened to be the perfect victim for my build. There is also a hilarious gravity death in fight 3 interrupting the learning curve. We are all victims of physics.

Figure 6: Here's another one that was perfect for my build, except for having to learn its (very few) attacks in the first couple of fights.

Figure 7: Finally, here's what it looks like when there are multiple frustrated respecs and an abundance of splash damage and screen clutter. I don't believe there was much learning going on at all.

As promised, here is the list of who is who. Remember! Spoilers!

Figure 1: Rellana Figure 2: Bayle Figure 3: Putrescent Knight Figure 4: Midra (at 4 AM when I couldn't sleep) Figure 5: Scadutree Avatar Figure 6: Messmer Figure 7: The Final Boss

[himbos-hotline]

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AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

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1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words