#a bit sad that there's definitely be things i'll never be able to say. but that's alright

[noxtivagus]

omg looking at my files n i'm rlly gna have to organize it soon ><

[thatfreshi]

We Never Cease Being Lucky (Astarion x Reader)

TW - anxiety attack

Recommended Song: Renee - Sales

You absolutely adore birthdays. Although, you haven't celebrated yours since you met Astarion on that godforsaken beach. You remember asking when his is, as you do with everyone. He trailed off, distant.

"I... I don't quite remember."

You never asked about it again, but that sadness kept you in a chokehold. How could you go so long without celebrating your birthday? It's not fair, to not be able to celebrate life, to have that ripped away from you.

Once you end your adventures, you buy a house together, free from all the past pains, dancing on hardwood floors far from anything that ever hurt you. You still live in Baldur's Gate though, and you realize something one day while lying in bed.

"Aster, you were born here, right?"

"Of course, never left, well until I was taken."

You smirk, a little plan unfolding in your mind.

"I know what we're going to do this evening."

It's not often you have a suspicious smile across your face. He's curious.

"Well my love, please do tell."

"We're going to break into the courthouse!"

He laughs, sitting up to stretch, letting go of the slumber.

"Adorable. As far as I recall, we're done with our silly little adventures."

You just stare at him, and he realizes you're serious.

"Wait, why do you want to break into the courthouse?"

"It's a secret!"

"I feel as though it's hardly fair to ask for my assistance if you're not even going to tell me why."

"Well, it's for you. You'll see."

"Alright then, I revoke my complaints. Breaking into the courthouse, sounds great."

He used to be a lot more secretive about it, but he loves when you do things on his behalf. You don't often get such an opportunity, but tonight, tonight you finally get to give him something he's been missing for so long. Of course, as long as everything goes to plan. You tell him to grab a few lockpicks, and the two of you head out into the darkness.

"Sooooo, you can't even give me the slightest hint as to what you're up to?"

"Nope, but at least now you know it involves your very own specialty: sneaky criminal activity."

"Now, I think I have quite a few other far more interesting specialties, but I guess I'm just a glorified key to you."

He scoffs.

"No, you're just really good at getting into places quietly, and I think if I did this by myself I'd probably get arrested, and I definitely don't need you bailing me out considering you'd hold it over my head forever."

"Well you're right about that."

You give him a playful shove, and he trips on a loose cobblestone.

"Okay, rude. Maybe I'll turn you in anyways, say you were trying to involve me in some illegal heist against my will."

"But if you do that, you don't get your surprise!"

"Ugh, fine. I'll play along."

You shush him as you get closer to your target. There's a sleeping guard posted outside, one that the two of you successfully sneak past, finding a side entrance.

"Do you have any idea where this door leads?"

"Nope."

You smile at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're asking me to open a lock and you have no idea what's behind it? You clearly are not as masterful of a thief as you used to be."

He starts to pick away at the lock anyways.

"Well, I have been in retirement for a little bit."

At the end of your sentence, you hear that final click, and he opens the door. When the two of you get inside, it's pitch black, all the candles and oil lamps burnt out.

"Do you see any signs that say Records?"

"No, what would I possibly want with the city's records?"

"You'll see! Gods, just let me do something nice."

"It seems like I'm doing most of the work so far..."

"It's fine. Once we find the records room I can do the rest. You're just helping."

He can't resist that grin of yours, clearly excited by your mysterious plans. Astarion gives in, sighing as if he's bothered, but the two of you continue to look for the records room. Eventually, you turn a corner to yet another locked door. You bat your eyes at him, and he goes to work once again.

"You owe me after this."

"Please my love, I'm telling you you're gonna be so excited!"

"If you insist my dear."

He gets the second door unlocked, ushering you inside. He casts fire, lighting up a nearby candelabra. You're met with bookshelves stacked high with pieces of paper loosely put together, turning more golden and tattered as you look to your left.

"This is it!"

You immediately start to look at the dates on the records, finding the range of about two centuries ago. Without a care for the organization, you quickly flip through years and years of records, looking for anything that could be a birth record.

"Darling, I thought the point was to sneak in here, not throw papers all over the floor and have someone know we were here."

You ignore him, becoming a little desperate to find what you're looking for. The text is fading on some of these documents, making it hard to know they're not his. He crouches down on the floor beside you, realizing you're stressing out about this unknown objective.

"Hey, hey, Tav. What's wrong?"

You start to tear up a little, thinking this would be so simple, that this stuff wouldn't be so carelessly stacked on shelves.

"I can't- I can't find it."

You throw the stack of papers on the floor, wiping a tear off your cheek.

"I know you're trying to do something nice for me my sweet, but maybe if you told me what you're looking for, I could help you."

You sniffle, trying not to go into a full sob.

"I- I wanted to-"

You choke up, almost unable to speak. He takes your hands in his.

"Breathe Tav, breathe. In, and out."

You listen to him, trying your best to just inhale and exhale. You didn't think this attempt was going to lead to an anxiety attack, but luckily he's dealt with plenty himself. Your breath steadies as you tightly grab his hands.

"Now, what are you looking for?"

"I... I was trying to see if I could find your birth certificate. You know, since we don't know when your birthday is and all, I thought it might be nice to know. I feel so bad, it just passes every year and you're none the wiser."

He's dumbfounded, shock in his eyes, almost a little confused. You were having an anxiety attack just now because you weren't going to find when his birthday is?

"Darling, I... that's very sweet, but nothing worth this much stress. I haven't even thought about it in years."

"Yeah, but I just really love birthdays, and I just wanted a day where we could celebrate you, you know?"

"I appreciate that sentiment, truly, but if we can't find it, it's okay. You tried, and that's enough. Besides, what's the point in keeping something almost three centuries old at this point?"

"I don't know, I thought that was their job, to keep old shit."

You look at the scattered papers, and he follows your gaze. Something catches his eye, a document sitting to your left.

"Wait, look at that one."

You turn, picking up the piece of paper and holding it in the light of the flame.

"Holy shit."

He sits himself on your shoulder, looking at the writing with you.

"Gods, I really am that old."

You smile, another small tear falling.

"Aster, look. It's tomorrow."

He continues to read, eyes crossing the date again.

"We never cease being lucky, do we?"

"No, I guess we don't."

You turn to kiss his cheek, and then roll up the paper, putting it in your bag.

"Wait, you can't just take that!"

"Why not? Means more to us than them."

You simply shrug and he shakes his head, almost in disappointment. You clearly had no intention of making it seem like you weren't here. He doesn't stop you though, as he can't deny he'd like to keep his birth certificate as well.

"Thank you my dear, for always thinking of me."

"There's nothing more important I could think of."

[yaytheboop]

I absolutely support paying artists and supporting creators, and seeing the quality of Watcher's videos especially lately I've understood that it wouldn't be sustainable for a while now. I will never say that I expect anyone to come out with so much high-quality content so regularly without being financially compensated for it.

That being said, I think the way they've gone about this has just not been the smartest. First off by doing this so suddenly with no warning, and also having a big countdown to it when it's actually quite a sad thing to see them go. Like it felt like they were counting down to a party but then it was a funeral that took place instead, and even the mood of the video they put out was quite somber. I think it put the wrong expectations in fans (me included), which just made the shock even bigger than it needed to be (especially for this sort of announcement).

I think they actually were quite respectful of the fact that people wouldn't be able to continue to follow them over to WatcherTV, but the comment about "making it affordable so everyone could subscribe to their plan" and then it being $60 a year was kind of insulting. It would have been better if they'd been realistic about it and said that they understood that it might be a steep price for some, but that they hoped it would be affordable for some of their subscribers while still giving them the chance to produce high-quality content or something along those lines.

What I don't understand however is how this is supposed to be sustainable in the long run? Because if I'm someone who's scrolling Youtube and comes across one of their old videos, I'll watch them all there. If I'm scrolling and come across one of their newer videos, and see that the rest of those videos are behind a paywall, then I'm gonna continue to scroll, I won't pay $60 to watch someone I previously didn't really know.

I don't know businesses, especially businesses in creative fields, and definitely not USAmerican businesses in creative fields, so I'm not sure how this would work financially. However, I think there's one of two things they could have done to make it easier for us as fans to transition, as well as still earn them some of that extra revenue (to start with):

They could add a free subscription with ads on their streaming service. I don't know how easy that is, getting sponsors and incorporating pop-up ads on a service, but that's an option.

They could have started out by putting some of their bigger projects on the service, but still regularly making content on Youtube that was not as produced or financially

I think having their own streaming platform is a good idea because then they won't be bound by Youtube's restrictions and have more creative freedom, as well as the whole economic side of this. The way they're executing it however is just alienating and frankly a bit insulting to the fans who have been with them for so long and supported them through so much and now suddenly can't watch anything new anymore with barely any warning.

Yeah, this became very long but I had some thoughts that I just needed to air.

[maryangelex]

Never Let Me Go (Pt. 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Captain John Price x f!Reader

Summary: The doors have opened for a new dynamic between you and Price, one you're unfamiliar with but welcome with open arms, and it surprisingly only escalates when he's deployed

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation, sexting, lingerie, panty kink.

A/N: comment if you'd send John a saucy pic!!!

Song for this one is The First Taste by Fiona Apple.

Ever since that morning at the cafe, John has become even more of a staple in your mind, occupying every waking thought and becoming the plot of every dream you've had.

The day after your little moment together, it had been hard to look at the man in the eyes without your mind going blank, cheeks a feverish red, and heart racing a million miles beats minute. And you could definitely tell he enjoyed to see you flustered by him just being in your proximity; as if he could see how your mind recalled every second of that moment, as if he could see the wetness of your panties when you thought about it. 

And you wouldn't dare tell your cousin. Even though you told her everything in your life, that you would take to your grave. 

For the past couple of days since then, John has continued his daily routine of coming to see you and spending at least an hour enjoying his coffee and your company. He's become yet another regular whose order you knew by heart. Sitting with him or even so much as taking his order and having his presence fill the cafe has become what you look forward to the most. 

Today he entered the cafe like always, picking a seat at the counter to chat with you. His closeness brought the familiar, pungent smell of his masculine cologne, a scent that flooded your nose and felt like a warm hug. You smiled at him brightly and greeted him like you did every morning, which he did too. The way he eyed you always gave you goosebumps and a chill down your spine, with a pleasant flutter in your stomach. 

You poured him his coffee and breakfast pastry, which he insisted you surprise him with a new one each time. 

"You look lovely today, love," he gave you that cheeky smirk of his, with the fake innocence behind those kyanite eyes.

You scoffed, feigning humility, "You say that every day, John." 

"And I mean it every day," he chuckled, taking his coffee with a pleased hum. 

"What do you have planned for today?" you asked, your elbows propped on the counter. You thanked the fact that it was a light morning to be able to entertain John and that your cousin had been the greatest wingwoman you could ever ask for by taking care of the store whenever John came in. 

"Same as always, talkin' to the pretty girl at the cafe, runnin' errands," he sighed, "But I'm the bearer of bad news today, actually." 

You quirked a brow, "How so?" 

"I've gotta go back to work, love," he said with an earnest sadness in his tone, giving you an achy look. And your heart sank for a moment, a tightness in your throat that came up all of a sudden. 

"I'm actually leaving tomorrow," he cleared his throat, his voice apologetic, as if he was already soothing you and apologizing for the fact that he had so evidently made you woeful, made you miss him already. 

All you could think about was the worry that this was him calling it quits, to whatever it is you two even had going on, if there was anything going on, to begin with. Maybe you had taken things a bit too seriously with John, maybe all he wanted was some company before he was off.

You cleared your throat, pushing down any sign that you were so visibly heartbroken. "I'll be wishing you all the best while you're away, John," your smile was forced as you were about to turn to the counter behind you, but John's voice stopped you in your tracks. 

"I wanted to tell you because..." he started before noticing the loudness of his voice, "I was wondering if even while I'm gone, I'll still have you to come back to." The man's request was like Cupid's arrow through your chest. 

"I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, but I'd like to come back n' still have a pretty barista to pour me my mornin' coffee," the cheeky bastard gave you a hopeful smile, which you returned and huffed a laugh. 

"Of course, I'll be here waitin'," you said sincerely. You meant it, you really did. You would be waiting for him patiently and eager for his return. Now you felt stupid for being so insecure and anxious about John's intention; and you made a mental note to go easier on him, to trust him that he was an honest man with a kind heart that had a spot for you, because thus far he'd shown you nothing but that. 

" 'M glad to hear that, dove. Does that dinner offer still stand for when I come back?" 

"My door's open," you said, biting your lip to still your racing heart. 

John spent the rest of the morning with you, chatting you up like he always did. He told you about what his deployment tends to be like, how sometimes all they have him do is linger around their temporary base and go through intel and reports and endless paperwork, and how it's up to the big guys to say what they do next.

You still didn't know the details of what he really did, he persisted that it was for your own safety, that he couldn't tell you even if he wanted to, but that truthfully he'd prefer to keep that side of him away from you because you were too good for those sorts of stories.

But you saw he made the effort to provide you at least a bit of clarity on his line of work, sparing you the gory details and instead giving you some peace of mind about what he did, and a small glance into that part of his identity at the same time. 

By mid-afternoon, he was still there, probably the longest he'd been there with you. The shop remained fairly slow when it came to customers and orders, given that it was a random Wednesday when most people would be at work and only bothered to come to grab a small bite and a quick espresso on their break.

John showed the utmost patience when you became mildly busy though, enjoying the sight of you at work and the simplicity of just being with you, you felt it in the tenderness of his gaze. You asked him about the errands he said he needed to run, but he shook his head with a dismissive shrug and told you to "never mind that," that it wasn't as important as spending his last day home with you. 

The man couldn't be any cheesier, and you loved every bit of it. 

He managed to prolong his stay until the last minute, you had lightly scolded him that he needed to rest as much as possible before heading into whatever shitty conditions he'd be in for the next couple of weeks. 

"I'd be lyin' if I said you scoldin' me wasn't makin' me like you more," said the cheeky bastard as he put his arms through his jacket. 

"I'd make one hell of a naggin' wife, huh?" you joked, and if your eyes weren't deceiving you, you caught a glimpse of a light heat dusting John's smiling cheeks. 

"A man would be so lucky." His words made your stomach flutter; his flirting never failed to make you feel some sort of indescribable way. The best way you could put it was that it made you feel giddy and wanted. 

You escorted him outside, standing by the entrance of the shop in a spot that was out of sight from those inside, allowing for a bit of privacy with John. He stood in front of you, cozily close as always, and with a hand coming up to your hair to twirl a strand around his index finger. You had noted by now how much he enjoyed your hair, or touching you in any sort of way in general. 

"So I'll see you in a few weeks, yeah?" there was hope in your tone, minding the dreadful thought that he might not come back. 

"Promise," he said huskily, an affirmative tone that read your mind, "Don't worry your pretty little head 'bout me, I'll be back before y'know it, dove." 

You took a stead forward and cupped his face gently, then stood on the tips of your toes to reach his tender lips. He welcomed your kiss, of course, declining his head to meet you, one hand on your waist and the other migrating to the nape of your neck. 

You kissed him tenderly, but more confidently than you ever had before, with a newfound certainty, as if knowing that it was okay for you to kiss him first without hesitation. John kissed you back with fervency, his rosy lips catching yours and reluctant to let go.

When you two pulled away he held you tightly against him in an embrace before he left. It pained you to say goodbye, this man that you had known for such little time had your heart in a tight lock already. 

It had been a week since John had left on deployment. You did not expect to be this worried in your life over someone. You had never had a long-distance relationship (if you could even call it that as being what you and John had). You didn't want to admit to yourself how much you missed him, or how much you thought about him, or how you dreaded something happening to him. 

He couldn't have been more reassuring though, hardly ever failing to text you his status as best he could. He had let you know before leaving that he'd become less consistent at texting you, but that he'd go out of his way just to send you at least one message a day. 

Every notification from him put your racing thoughts at ease, no matter how simple it was. Texts telling you about how work was going, in a way that made it sound like he was on a corporate business trip or as if he was a lorry driver traveling from one end of the country to another. Sometimes his texts would be about how he missed you, how the coffee in the base was sewage water and it was making him livid and exhausted, followed by the zombie emoji he had recently added to his regular repository. 

A lot of the late-night and early-morning texts were tooth-achingly sweet, though; you cherished those the most, reciprocating the messages with sincerity. 

Tonight he told you he had managed to get a tent to himself while two of his boys snoozed in another one with the third one on watch for the night. He told you he was hoping to get some restful sleep for once, given that he wouldn't have to hear someone else's snoring, but said it was just impossible to sleep with the thought of you banging in his head. 

You thought he had you wrapped around his finger, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Instead, you decided to be bold and use that to your advantage. You felt naughty doing so but that was the best part of it. The heat that had been brewing in your core had started to be bothersome ever since John had given you a first taste of what he offered you. 

So you made your way to your dresser, digging in the drawer where you kept your panties and finding a set you hadn't worn in god knows how long. It was like dusting off an old book. You only hoped it fit you still. 

And it did, to your surprise even better than the one time you had worn it since you first bought it. The little fuchsia pink thong was snug on the fat around your hips, accentuating the plump curvature of your ass, and the lace balconette bra teased your nipples through the thin transparent fabric. 

Your heart beat fast and you felt the dampness between your legs at both the sight of you in your bold garments and at the thought of sending John a picture. You dwelled on it for a moment, contemplating whether or not you should send it. Maybe it was unsafe to do so, maybe he'd get caught. 

But you decided to give in to your impulses. You snapped a picture in a pose that showed your front, your curves popping in the revealing outfit, your tits pert, and showing the evidence of your arousal. Only your body and hair were visible in the frame, choosing to hide your scarlet red face and smile. 

You waited a few moments, eyeing the photo closely before deciding "Fuck it" and hitting 'send'. 

Your breath hitched, almost in disbelief that you managed to do that. You were quite proud of yourself, honestly. As you waited expectantly you bit the tip of your thumb in anticipation, staring at the chat on your screen. 

But all you could see was the empty chat beside your picture. Then, John's chat bubbles finally popped up, only to disappear after a few seconds. They popped up and disappeared twice more after that, but no message was sent in response. 

Your face fell, your throat running dry when you cursed at yourself. Did you freak him out? Was it bad timing? 

You jumped with a shocked yelp when you heard the sound of your phone vibrating. You were getting a call from John now. You cursed at yourself once again, clearing your throat and bracing yourself to apologize profusely before you picked up. 

"Hey, John I--" you stuttered before he interrupted you with what sounded like a breathy groan from his end. 

"What're you doin' sendin' me pictures like that, naughty girl?" his voice was low and almost a purr through the phone. 

You felt like you had gone into cardiac arrest at the sound of his voice. He sounded aroused, and it couldn't be more noticeable. You bit your lip suppressing the grin that tugged at your cheeks, laying back on your bed as your skin burned hot with the pleasure that rose within you. 

You couldn't be more pleased with yourself. 

"Thought you might enjoy that," you giggled.

John hummed contently, "Oh, I'm enjoyin' it alright...you've no idea how much." You heard a deep thigh coming from him. 

"I think I have an idea," your hand trailed down your body, fingers brushing over the skin exposed skin of your breasts. 

"Is it that obvious?" 

"Mhm," you said coyly, your fingers traveling to the thin fabric covering your nipples, ghosting over the perked buds. "Would be lyin' if I said I didn't feel the same way."

"Fuckin' hell, princess," he growled, "N' I thought you were an innocent little thing." 

You chuckled, your hand now toying with the hem of your panties. The sound of wetness came through the other end of the call, making the fire between your legs burn hotter. A moan brewed in your throat when your hand finally slipped into your panties, striking your index and middle finger between your folds and collecting the slick that pooled there. 

"You toyin' with my pretty pussy, love?" 

You nodded to yourself and answered with another "Mhm," letting a needy sound out as your fingerpads pressed against your achy clit. 

You heard John's breath become ragged, the squelching sound becoming more rhythmic. Your fingers tried to match his pace as you rubbed tight circles on your clit, your pussy becoming impossibly wetter at the thought and sound of John jerking off on the phone. 

"Fuckin' miss you, dove...miss the sweet taste of your pussy. Remember those cute panties I took from ya? Got 'em here, fuckin' my fist with 'em...thinkin' o' you." 

You let out a whimper, recalling John fervently devouring you and the perverted act of him saving your underwear; now knowing their purpose made your mind hazy and your clit quiver. It felt like ages now, and your ache for him had been growing stronger since then. 

"Want you, John," you babbled, quickening your pace, your hips wiggling and rolling to grind yourself on your fingers. 

"Tell me what you want from me, sweet girl," he purred. 

"Want your mouth," you breathed, your hand leaving the phone as you held it at the crook of your neck and shoulder, migrating to your pleading cunt to dip your fingers into your entrance. You let out another audible moan as you worked your fingers on your clit and filled yourself with the two others, "Want your cock, John." 

You heard the man on the other line practically moan as he cursed at your words, "My sweet girl wants my cock, huh? You're gonna make me cum if y'keep talkin' like that." You heard him panting, the sound of him stroking his slicked cock hitting your ears, making you pump your fingers harder and faster. 

"Tell me how you're fuckin' yourself, love," he commanded, and you obeyed him. You told him how you were fucking yourself with your fingers and how they weren't enough, how your clit would only be satiated by his mouth now. 

"Oh my needy girl, 'm gonna fuck you good when I get back home to you." he cooed, a string of curses and groans falling from his lips. "Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" 

You moaned in response, only being able to manage a desperate "Uhuh," as you were reaching the precipice of your orgasm. John was nearing his too, you could hear it as he babbled on about needing you, about how he was gonna fuck you like you deserved when he got back home, about how he was gonna claim your pussy with his cock. 

You announced your emerging climax with a cry and a choked moan, your body convulsing and your pussy clenching around your own fingers. The desperate chants of John's name were what made him cum, the way you cried out for him breathlessly and mindlessly, your moans almost sounding like sobs. 

You heard him let out a muffled groan signaling his orgasm as if he had bitten down on something to keep quiet as he came. 

All that was heard in the call now were both of you's panting breaths, until John let out a tired chuckle and you giggled in response, feeling flustered by your exchange. You lay on your silky sheets with a mess between your legs as you exhaled contently. 

"I should send you pictures more often," you quipped. 

"I'd love it if you did," John said, "And I'll keep my end of the bargain." 

You hummed a laugh, repeating "I'd love it if you did," as your response. 

[prismuffin]

Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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The best fight (Tate Langdon x y/n)

TW:handjob,overstimulated,unprotected,mention of blood,mention of drugs I think that's it??

"He definitely whimpers?" My friend,Miah,laughed as we looked at this one boy from across the hallway.

"Not even,bet he can't even get bitches on his dick?" Aliya laughed.

"Right?he's so fucked..." Miah said.

The bell rang and we all went to class,I had a class with that boy and he was quiet?always sitting in the back of the room,never doing his work but instead he was focused on something else?Was that...was he doing drugs IN SCHOOL?!I know life if hard and all but doing lines in class is actually next level...

So I go sit next to him.

"Hey,Tate right?" I ask.

"...yeah..?" He said,sounding unsure.

Besides all the drugs thing,he seemed like a pretty cool dude?And...even kinda cute?

"You okay?" He snapped me out of my thought.

"Hm- oh yeah I'm okay it's just...I need help with this assignment and was wondering if you could help me..?" All I needed was the start a convo with someone and I'll be alright.

"Yeah...Totally so you basically..."

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months pass and we continued to talk to each other soon reaching that "friendship" phase and leaving the classmates phase.

He was constantly a fix to everything?

I'm sad?Call Tate.

I'm mad?Call Tate.

I'm hungry?Call Tate.

But I kinda feel bad.He helps me but no one helps him?

But today was to rough on the poor boy.

I was in my room,listening to music and cleaning my room,like always whenever I see one spec of dirt on my floor,when my phone dinged.

'From:Tater tot

Can you let me in please?'

I immediately ran downstairs and to my front door,opening it to a crying boy with a bloody nose and basically bloody everything.

"OH MY GOD TATE!WHAT HAPPENED?!COME ON,IMA CLEAN YOU UP.." I said and led him inside.

He nodded as I led him towards my bathroom,I wish my mom was home rn so she could tell me what to do.

"I don't know what I'm doing but I'm trying." I said,looking around our medicine cabinet.

Soon enough I found hydrogen peroxide.I made a 'ssssss...' sound and showed Tate the bottle.

"God please no..." he said.

"Tate you are COVERED in blood.im sorry but you have to?" I said.

"Fine..." he agreed.

I sat myself on his lap after getting some cotton balls to help apply the hydrogen peroxide.I dabbed the wet cotton ball on a wound and felt his hand grip my thigh.

"SsSss..." he made the same noise I made.

"Get used to it buddy,you have many other wounds.." I said and pointed at his entire face.

He sighed and rested against the chair,I had to lean forward a bit to not completely fall I top of him.But while leaning forward,I accidentally put my hand very close to his crotch.I didn't realize until his heart rate quickened and the breathing hitched with every touch.

"Y'know what would really make me feel better?" Tate smirked as he moved my hands from his face and downwards to HIM.

"Tate." I new exactly what he wanted.

"Cmon please,just once!" He started to slowly grind his hips into my own"please..." he sighed.GOD THOSE NOISES!!

"Fine." I sigh and lean towards him to kiss him.

He closes the gab between us and kisses back in much more energy than he's ever had probably.his tongue asking for entry,that I allowed.While his tongue was exploring my mouth I brought my hand down to cup his growling bulge.

"Mmm" he moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips into my hand.

I trailed my kisses from his lips to his jaw,then his neck.While his head rolls back and he sighs,I slowly slip my hand under his pants,and start rubbing him through his boxers.

"Ohhh sshit!" He gasped.I continued to rub him through his boxers till he couldn't take it no more.

"Please fuck!please no teasing..." he whimpered.

"Whatever you say..." I whisper,before I take my hands and slip them under his boxers now,immediately being able to find it due to how fucking hot it is.I grab the base with no warning.

"Fuck mhmmm!" he said and bucked his hips into my hand.

I started to slowly move my hand up and down him.When I had an idea...His head thrown back,I attach my lips to his neck again as I press my thumb into his head.

"FUCK AGH PLEASE- OH MY FUCKING GOD!" He yelled out.

"Does that feel good?" I asked,moving my thumb around his tip.

"YES IT FEELS SO FU- AGH FUCK PLEASEEE MMMMNN!!" He moaned as my other hand came down to stroke his length.

"I NEED TO- IM GONNA FUCKIN- AHHHH SSSHITTT!" He moaned out.Clawing at my thighs.

"PLEASE I NEED TO CUM SO FUCKING BAD!AGH!SHIT SHIT SHIT PLEASE!" He begged even harder once my hand gave him a gentle squeeze.

"No,I think you can hold it,can't you?" I said.

"Y-YES AHHHHH!FUCK!!"

I removed my hand and threw him onto the floor.He breathed out a few times before the air got knocked out his lungs again.

"Ohhh shit oh my fucking god!" She moaned as I sat on it.

"Please...go s-slow.." he panted.

"You get what you get?" I said.

And I JUMPED on that bitch.

"AHHH SHIT FUCK IM SORRY AHH-" he said as I felt his warm release coat the inside of my walls.

I continued to jump on him despite the overstimulation,he just sounded so damn good...

"FUCK IT-IT HURTS SO BAD MMMMM!" He moaned.

"I'm sorry,do you want it to end?" I asked,slowly moving back and forth with him still in me.

"Haaaaah...y-y you can't do that!tha-thats not fair!" He cried and bucked his hips.

"That doesn't answer my question." I say as my hand runs around his body.

"I-no but please be-FUCK AHHH!" He screamed as I continued.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE GENTLE!" He moaned out.

I wanted to hear him scream louder though...so I purposely tightened around him.

"AHHH SHIT FUCK ON MY GOD HAAH-IM CU-CUMMING SHIT IM SORRY!MMMMM" he screamed.

I kept being thought on him,bouncing harder.

"HAAAAAH SHIT I CANT!I CANT FUCKING DO THIS MMMMM!PLEAS PLEASE!" He begged as his head him the floor.

"Please what?" I said keeping tight around him.

"You're so- I fucking love you oh my..But i th-think I'm done.please.." he begged.

"Let's just finish this round okay?" I said.

"Wait no I- FUCKKKK OHH!" He yelled out.

Soon enough I was the one cumming I tightened around him one last time.And that did it for him.he held me close and came...EVERYWHERE.

I quickly got off him and let him pass out on my bathroom floor.

"I fuckin... damn." He panted.

"Did that ease your pain?" I asked.

"Definitely.i should get in fights more often?"

[moochalove]

The Spiders Catch

(Arlechinno x Fem!Reader)

♡ Platonic Possessiveness Columbina!

♡Mother figure Signora!

♡Takes place when Arle is first introduced as a harbinger- into her adult life!

Arlechinno was well aware that taking a lover was a dangerous move. For a while, she tried to convince herself that she didn't need anyone else after Clervie. But when she first laid her dull eyes on you- she swore she got that same feeling in her chest, the feeling she got when she basked in Clervie's presence. While drinking her afternoon tea, she pondered, "How do I get close to that pretty girl?" You were part of the Fatui- One of Columbina's little playthings. Columbina never seemed to bring you around the other Harbingers. But today she happened to call you into a meeting for something.

The reason she doesn’t bring you around the others? Well, she can definitely think of a few reasons…

A couple of weeks had passed and she still thinks about you daily. You seemed so fragile and innocent, yet at the same time, your eyes harbor a certain kind of sadness. She finds this intriguing and she’s curious to know more.

By the time she finished her tea, it was time for another meeting she had been dreading. Maybe it was because that meant she had to be around those other weird people who were her coworkers. When she opened the door, she quickly looked around to see which ones were present. Yep, everyone she didn't want to see. When she turned to greet Columbina she noticed she was busy playing with your hair. The girl had you wrapped around her finger, it's almost like she forgot- or didn't care that you were in public. Arlechinno coughed slightly to get her attention. When the Damselette finally noticed her, she greeted her with a warm and innocent smile. No words were exchanged but the 3rd Harbinger seemed proud to show you off to Arlechinno. You looked so scared of her. You had heard how she killed Crucabena, but you never imagined she would be so young! Well, if you think about it, you both seem to be around the same age. But still! To think someone so young would have the power to be a Harbinger. She extended her naturally discolored hand to shake yours. Arlechinno disliked how you turned towards your Harbinger for approval. Once you got approval from her, you responded with a proper handshake. This would be the first of many formal handshakes. Arlechinno wasn't sure if her cold heart had warmed up to the sight of you, or if it was just that look in your eyes that made her feel nostalgic. She needed a bit of time before she decided if she wanted to pursue you. Even if she did want to, she needed to find a way to get near you. The Damselette always seemed to keep you by her side. From the very little intel she was able to gather on her own was that the Harbinger had saved you from death, and ever since then you have devoted yourself to her. When Arlechinno asked her fellow Harbinger- The Fair Lady, she reported that she was able to get close to you by giving you small gifts whenever she and the Dameselette worked on projects together. She also shared that you weren't very comfortable around any of the male Harbingers- or any males to be specific. This could potentially pose some sort of problem as she knows she isn't the most feminine Fatui member around. "Give it time, Knave. The girl will eventually come around to you. She loves to talk about the various happy moments she’s experienced. Though, if I were you, I would lighten up your expression when around her. The poor thing looks terrified whenever you turn your sharp gaze towards her." "Ah- and before I leave, I'll let the little doll know that a certain Knave is looking for her presence. Ah, and the others say I have no compassion for my fellow colleagues.” Before Arlechinno could protest the idea, La Signora had already walked out. She wasn't sure if this made things easier for her, or if it would complicate the web she had been slowly working. A couple of days had gone by and you seemed to be appearing in her life more often. No, that was an understatement, it's like you've been ordered to follow her around. She casually played it off by pretending she didn't notice you fumbling about behind her. But eventually, she had to acknowledge your obvious presence. "Excuse me, Miss Y/n? I noticed you seemed to be following me around for a while now. Are you lost perhaps?" Arlechinno waited patiently for your response or gesture. "I-I was told you wanted to see me... I just wasn't sure how to get your attention. A-apologies, my lord Harbinger..."

Her dull eyes widened in shock. All this time, she never knew you were able to speak. She had heard you giggle softly while interacting with her fellow Fatuus, but she had never heard you say anything to her.

"A-ahem," an awkward smile crept up on her face, "I'm not sure who told you that.." Her sharp eyes studied how your eyebrows arched in disappointment.

"But, I do not mind your company." She kindly gestured for you to walk and talk with her. Of course, you followed like a lost lamb.

She tried to hold a nice casual conversation with you. On the inside, she was slightly worried about scaring you. Or even saying anything that displeased you. For a while, it felt like she had to hold her tongue from saying anything that seemed slightly suspicious.

The conversation took a pleasant turn when you began to share your own memorable experiences regarding the topic you were discussing. Arlechinno was surprised by the way you just seemed to go on, and on. Almost as if you've forgotten you were speaking with The Knave. By the time you arrived at your destination, you were still rambling about various topics.

Once you realized you had reached the location you apologized to her a handful of times. You couldn't believe you had talked her ear off Especially since she was so kind to acknowledge you-

"I enjoyed our conversation. I do hope we can meet again like this.”

“Whether that be formal or informal. If you feel comfortable, of course."

"Thank you, lord Harbinger- I promise not to talk so much next time. P-please forgive me-"

"No need to be so formal, Y/n. I quite enjoyed your "ramblings", in fact I think it was very cute. I can start to see why that girl keeps you around so often."

It felt like you were going to cry from happiness. Sure it wasn’t a direct compliment- but I sure did sound like one to you! Did she actually wish to befriend you? Maybe you’re reading this wrong-?

“Well then, I think you’re the little dove has finally come looking for you. Do take care Y/n. Though if you wish to take me up on my little “informal” offer, feel free to find me.”

Before you could even muster up a reply your harbinger dragged you away.

You knew how she could get jealous easily. Though deep down you know she just wants to protect you! On your way “home” she stopped to show you a display of nature.

A spider, laid prettily on its meticulously crafted web. The pattern of the web mesmerized you, almost as if it had put you under spell- asking you to come closer and relax. Before you realized, the spider had entangled a lone butterfly within its webs. Slowly cradling it, all while slowly killing it. You frowned at this depressing display.

Columbina though, she seemed amused by this.

Once the butterfly’s twitching seemed to slow, she squashed the spider with her bare hands.

Silently, she turned towards you. You started to understand her actions, and what she was trying to tell you. A slight frown controlled your once relaxed lips. Columbina simply reached to pat your head before tugging you away from the sorrowful display she intervened in.

After you finished dinner, you sat at your window, looking out at the Snezhnayan aurora. You pondered if this was the life suited for you. Being a Harbingers “little doll”. Maybe Columbina really was just trying to protect you? That doesn’t seem too far off from her nature. But why would she need to do that? Was Arlechinno playing some sort of angle? You didn’t want to think about it right now. Instead you silently closed the window and headed to bed.

A couple of months had passed and you decided to stay by Columbina’s side. On the evening you had planned on visiting the Knave, she stopped you and with her siren-like voice, told you that she wanted to use you, just like everyone else. Of course, if it’s from her lips it must be the truth.

After all she’d done for you, there was no way you could just “run off” to someone else who happened to give you a little bit of attention. No, it just wasn’t right.

You stopped going outside, only leaving when it was necessary, or by your Harbinger’s side. Or when you would you go out shopping with La Signora. You enjoyed your time with her. She felt like a “Mother” figure. She gave you some form of twisted normalcy. Sometimes her talks with you are harsh, but you suppose it’s tough love.

Maybe it was your teenage blues that you never got to experience finally catching up with you, but you always seemed down. Your “Mother” figure, La Signora, seemed to notice this immediately. At first she tried spoiling you rotten, but that didn’t seem to work. She then tried getting you to come outside more, even going to extreme lengths to get Columbina to agree to letting you go on low-profile missions with her. But the Damselette never seemed to budge.

La Signora was starting to get fed up with her, but there was nothing she could do as she was her superior. She felt bad that all she could do was watch the beautiful flower, that is you, slowly wilt away in a cage.

At this point you were getting tired of her not listening to you. You were now an adult and yet she still treated you like the poor child she had found all those years ago.

Finally you snapped. While your “master” was away, you packed very basic necessities and ran. You ran to the borders of the frozen nation. Luckily, you were able to lay low with traveling merchants that were able to get you out of Snezhnaya.

Eventually you arrived in Fontaine. You were able to sell off your belongings she had gifted you, and rented a room in the court of Fontaine. For a while you wondered if what you were doing was okay. How long would it take for her to find you? Would she be upset? What would your punishments be? Oh god… You didn’t want to think about it. What mattered now was getting a new identity and getting a stable income before leaving for the next nation. From the stories Signora had told you, Mondstadt seemed the most stress-free.

A couple of weeks had gone by and everything seemed quiet. You had a sorta steady income by working part-time at a cafe. You just needed to work a couple more months before you could say goodbye to this identity. So far, it seemed like you managed to cover your trails decently. No one came looking for you, nor did you notice anything suspicious.

On your way home a small child handed you a sweet-smelling flower. Normally you wouldn't accept gifts, but it seemed normal by just looking at it. When you inhaled the sweet aroma you couldn't help but smile. The child seemed pleased by this and ran off. Nothing out of the ordinary for the children of Fontaine.

Unlocking the various locks to your room door, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. As if someone had been watching you. No- someone had definitely been watching you.

You needed to grab the basics and get out of there. Fast.

Scrounging around the bottom of your drawer for rare and expensive jewels your Harbinger had given you, you grab the bag stuffed of random pieces of clothing and run for the front desk of the apartment complex. You slam a small bag of priceless jewels on the landlord's desk before you bolt out of the building. You have no idea where to go. So you just run aimlessly through the streets. You're sure if you seek out the guards they'll turn you over to the Fatui.

It feels like your legs are about to give out.

And they do, though you've managed to collapse in an alleyway. Desperately you use your upper strength to drag your lower half under some trash.

But it's no use.

A familiar figure appears before you, The Knave.

“Well, well. Looks like I finally caught you in my web.”

You're too scared to say anything.

“So you've got nothing to say to me, hm?” Her slender figure leans down to your level. “And here I thought after all these years you’d be happy to see me.”

Once again, you’re a stuttering mess before her, “P-please, please, I’ll do anything- anything! I don’t want to go back, please!”

If your past self heard you say that she would’ve definitely slapped you across the face.

Her sharp index finger trails up your neck to your watery eye, she looks at you amused. “Is that so? And here I thought you enjoyed being a little toy for that girl.”

With silent sobs you shook your head.

“Then I have a proposal,”

You would be lying if you weren’t terrified of what she had to offer.

“Come with me. Come back with me to the House of the Hearth. The children have longed for a “Mother”, and if you’re anything like I remember, you’re sure to fit the shoe.” Her eyes weren’t that of empty ones, they were filled with genuine concern and a certain yearning.

Swallowing your fears you hoarse out a simple question: “Will you keep me safe?”

“Safe? Hm, I suppose so. I could “kill” the old you, then give you a new identity. A fresh one you’ve been longing for. Though that’s still a work in progress on my end. As of now though, I can keep you safe, though you will still be plagued by your past.”

“I’ll do it. Just don’t take me back- She’ll kill me if she sees me again- I can’t go back- I-“

She gestures for you to be quiet.

Before you know it, you’ve fainted.

♡ May do a part 2…?

[photogirl894]

Hello, for your celebration, could I request angst with Wrecker and fem romantic reader, “I can’t do this anymore.” with “I’ll never be enough.”

Thanks!

I remember I had started this one when you were having problems with your blog cuz I didn't want to lose the request and I'm sorry I'm only now finishing it 😫

"Living In Fear"

19. "I can't do this anymore."

23. "I'll never be enough."

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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You found yourself crying in the corner of your apartment, your heart breaking inside.

Not long ago, you had gotten a message from the Bad Batch. Your sweetheart, Wrecker, had been involved in a bad accident...and they weren't sure if he was going to pull through. They were trying to make it back to Coruscant in time to get him proper medical attention and if they did, they wanted you to be there.

That's where you were really struggling. Not only were you distraught with worry that you could lose Wrecker, but the constant fear you'd been experiencing for months of whether or not Wrecker or any of the boys would come back okay from each mission was eating you alive. You loved all of those Clones dearly, but every time they left on a mission, you couldn't help but worry if that would be the last you'd see of them. So far, each time they came back, but there was always that fear that it would one day come to an end.

Now, it seemed as though that time had come for Wrecker and you couldn't handle it.

"I can't do this anymore...!" you cried aloud to yourself.

You couldn't take living in constant fear anymore. As much as you cared deeply for Wrecker and wanted him in your life, it was too much worrying if he would come back from each mission. Though, now, it might not even matter because he could die at any time. That thought scared you more. You didn't want to lose him. What were you going to do?

A couple of agonizing hours passed until you got another transmission from Hunter saying they had made it to Coruscant, Wrecker had been taken to the GAR's top medical facility and the medics had told them Wrecker would be okay. They had been able to save him in time, some surgeries had been performed and he was going to recover. You found yourself crying again, this time with absolute relief. Wrecker was going to be okay!

But...were you willing to risk this kind of heartache again?

What if there was another mission where he got hurt again? What if next time, he didn't make it back alive or the medics couldn't save him? Your heart would surely fail.

Hunter had asked if you would come see Wrecker now that he was awake and out of surgery...but you told him you weren't sure and voiced your worries to him. There was definitely sadness and a bit of disappointment in his face when he listened to you.

"I...understand what you must be going through," Hunter told you, "and I know that worry must be weighing heavily on you, but...you are the best thing that ever happened to Wrecker. He cares very deeply for you and your name was the first thing he said when he was waking up. I think you would be making a mistake if you left him now...and I say that for both your sakes because I know you care just as much for him. Please...come see him...or at least think about it, okay?"

You gave him a tearful nod and the transmission ended. Inside, your heart was in pain, enough that it made you clutch at your chest. You knew Hunter was right. Despite the fear you harbored, you knew it would ultimately kill you to end things with Wrecker.

Your love for Wrecker was stronger than your fear.

With that epiphany in mind, you rushed as quickly as you could to get to the medical facility.

When you got there, you were directed to the room Wrecker and his brothers were in and you ran swiftly to the room. The door to the right room opened, you started to run in...but then you heard voices inside on the other side of a curtain.

"So...she's not coming?" you heard Wrecker ask, apparent sorrow in his voice.

"I...I don't think so, Wrecker," Hunter's voice replied. "She wants to, but...the thought of almost losing you is just...a lot for her to handle right now."

"I should've known it was too good to be true," Wrecker said back and tears immediately came to your eyes. "I hate making her feel afraid all the time, especially for me. If she doesn't want to deal with that anymore...then I guess I can understand. I thought it would be different with her, but...I should've known better. I'm not enough for her. I'll never be enough."

You were seconds away from throwing the curtain back and shouting how wrong Wrecker was, but you heard Hunter tell him, "That isn't true and I know she'll tell you the same things...because she's here."

Right then, the curtain was pulled away and you saw Hunter standing closest to you and then Tech, Echo and Crosshair on either side of the medical bed. On the raised up bed laid Wrecker, almost the whole left side of his face wrapped up in bandages. You had forgotten for a second about Hunter's enhanced senses and so he would've known that you'd shown up. The others looked surprised to see you, but Wrecker looked the most surprised of all. He said your name both in shock and also sadness at you now seeing him this way. You burst into tears, crying out his name in return and you practically leapt onto the bed, throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could without hurting him. As he hugged you back, you heard several sets of footsteps behind you followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. You figured the rest of the boys had left to give you and Wrecker some privacy.

"I'm so sorry," Wrecker told you, stroking your back.

"Don't apologize," you said, shaking your head in his neck. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I let my fear and worry rule my head and my heart and I nearly wanted to let you go...but I just knew I couldn't. Yes, I worry anytime you leave for a mission, but I worry because you mean so much to me. You give me something to care for. I love you too much to let my fear come between us. You are enough for me, Wrecker, and you always will be!"

His arms tightened even more around you. "You also give me something to care for and a place to come home to. I love you and you'll always be enough for me, too. I was scared I was going to die and leave you alone...but I'm happy I lived so I could stay in your life. I'm not gonna leave you like that."

You kissed his cheek and hugged him tighter. "I know you won't...nor will I ever leave you."

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Hii would you like to share your favourite fics?? In any fandoms tbh i just trust your taste a lot 🫣

oh i am an animal i don't think i have good taste i have the taste of someone who's always horny and a teeeeny tiny bit fucked in the head jcsgbhy but i'm honored you asked and i'll share<33 you said you don't care if it's more smut or more plot so i didn't worry too much about that 👍

first off, a warning: most of these are explicit, involve incest, rape, child sexual abuse, and more!!! also most of them are on the shorter side + all are male slash! you'll be able to tell based on the pairing and the concept (i'll describe them a little) so just go by common sense and, idk. beware ahaha i'll go from some pairings to assorted and then the rick and morty ones will be under the read more (i feel like i can't leave them out because some of them genuinely made me insane and changed me as a person or allowed me catharsis like very very few fics before and even though it's repulsive to most others i can't deny that. there are big favorites in there. favorites of all time if i'm being fully honest). let's go..

gcest:

ghost dancer - by the lovely and talented rye @ supersonic1994!!!! noel overdoses on coke. i looove the image of kissing your brother when you think you're about to lose him forever,, does that make sense? love is love is love when one is desperate and if it's deep then it can transcend taboos and boundaries of self and all that shit. you know

things we never see - told through jill furmanovsky, their photographer, noel comes back (after they had almost broken up and he went to san fran without telling anyone). when it comes to them i do love an outsider pov. speaking of outsider pov,

you never notice you are blind - five times alan mcgee thinks he catches something between them and one time he definitely does. it is what it is

i don't really want to know - Nawt consensual, made me a bit sad hehe liam is not sick like him

some that are like, unhealthy jealousy possessiveness dubcon angst and so on: sins like scarlet, fishhook, what am i gonna dream now

samdean:

hungry til well fed - by the wonderful bug @ deanjohn (and mandymovie)!!! iconic cannibalism fic, just so them

brighter wound - wound blood pain codependency babeyyy

take the things you love - hathfrozen is iconic also.. i loved the heaven fic (you'll find it. if you want) but i want to share this because i like how conflicted sam is about their relationship and about the way dean treats him. smutty though

manhattan for beads - what i wrote down is this is the one where they try and it doesn't work and it's heartbreaking. so yeah candle_beck can be trusted w spn, iconic too

serpent round your heart - one of the first ones i read haha ^^

deanjohn:

where the evening splits in half - bug fic also!! all of bug's fics are great do check them out if you're interested in this pairing or dadson at all, seriously.. "Sam says, "I know how you felt about the man." No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that Dad was a pig. He has no idea how far down Dean was in the mud with him. How dirty they both were, how much Dad ruined him."

midnight midnight - first time, dean hooks up with men so john can take blackmail pics and he gets jealous and yeah, hooray

and you learn how to settle for what you get - sex again but they're fucked up so it's always fucked up. dean never asked for it

waltjesse:

like i'm underwater - by the amazing @ kuleaxoxo!! yayyy power imbalance!! "Mister White's showing him off, isn't he?"

monaco - jesse gifts walt the watch. dubcon

i'm asking you to - rape roleplay, ignored safeword

others:

countercontrol - terence fletcher/andrew neiman, "Andrew leaves; but he always comes back. He likes to think that it’s of his own accord. But then he thinks of those paintings of staircases with the optical illusion of the stairs going nowhere except winding into each other, going the same place again and again, and ultimately going nowhere."

beach fag - roman roy/jeryd mencken, "Roman wishes he was a kid with an adult boyfriend."

the serpent under it - aaron stampler/martin vail, look i fucking love primal fear this is post-canon they get together etc. important to me

simple pleasures - edward nygma/bruce wayne, this is a big favorite i can't leave it out because when this was um coming out i was fucking obsessed. it's long i don't even read long fics

there's a head in the refrigerator - michael afton/william afton, this one's sort of self-explanatory..... i felt we needed necrophilia representation here

rick and morty:

bitter and begging - FAVE.. after the jealousy and possessiveness in vindicators 3 (the episode with the avengers copies that morty is enamoured with. who rick slaughters when he's off his shit and then covertly confesses how much he loves morty basically). this one really got me i think i cried because it's all so sad but um. full of love

that's my boy - this is the first of a series, i like that it's the start of.. the sexual abuse and they're still uncertain like i enjoy the in-betweens and when lines are crossed

love is a solitary thing - this one i love so much, it's about morty's fantasies and unrequited feelings for rick

safe - gen, morty starts talking with another morty whose rick rescues mortys from abusive ricks. i always really liked how the multiverse is like a prism? you can explore the different facets of their relationship and the possibilities and the extremes through it, you can have your characters meet their worst and their best versions, i just think selves from different dimensions are a great tool. in storytelling. and eliciting emotions. anyway rovingotter is fucking solid here

hands - a favorite.. the atmosphere... "He wonders if he'll still be sitting here in ten years, handing Rick his screwdrivers, feeling that hot instinctive rush of pleasure at knowing what Rick is going to ask from him before he even asks: bred for it."

the shape you made me - morty's stream of consciousness. i usually don't give stuff like this a chance but when i tell you that this affected me. because fuck it did affect me

the damage has been done - um..... internal cardiac massage fic 🥴

repurposed - "Is it ethical to leave the horrors of the universe at a boy's fingertips?"

and last but NOT least there's this series that i haven't read in full, just a little bit broken, that fucking killed me. tbh! i sobbed at some parts legitimately. maybe that's just on me i don't know maybe it isn't. the first 5 are crazy. admittedly alcoholism runs in my family too (lol!) and their relationship is so tragic.... this fic is about when rick quite literally stole the kid's dreams, concocted an entire plan to erode morty's love of heists and make him stop writing his heist movie script (and having any aspirations or plans outside of rick). when i watched that episode these are exactly the emotions i wanted more of.. it's madness......

[honakito]

Heya! Just stumbled upon this account and I just wanted to say that I already adore your writings!!(even if it's just two(?) so far-) So I decided to make a request:D It's a bit of a silly one, but Kanade and Mizuki(separate please!) x reader hcs playing UNO with them, like, the card game wahahjsha This is mostly random, but I'll be glad if you'll be able to do it! Just don't rush yourself, please..(^^;)

⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏uno. . ? like the card deck game ? ?

UNO! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars. : a. mizuki , y. kanade

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : playing uno with them ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

notes : first of all ignore the header second of all i love this idea so much i had to immediately do it since my brain was like a tornado of ideas what the hell,,, and i still have a request to do that is probably older than my account (not really its from 2 days ago i just like taking my sweet time) + a recent one ,, still, thank you for requesting a different character! enjoyy ^_^

notes 2 : i was thinking of, once im done with the requests, posting analysis of different pjsk characters and card sets? i already have two ideas of this type of posts, and i think i have enough time, since i skipped school today, will skip tomorrow and wednesday is a free day thats awesome

date : 21 / 01 / 24 - 22 / 01 / 24

a. mizuki

literal uno expert.

they get competitive so quickly. i can feel it.

theyre also the definition of a ‘ its only okay when i do it ‘ person. like , for example , if you played a +4 card , they’d mockingly let out a loud whine for giggles. but if they have a +4 or +2 too , get ready to see a mischievous grin paint their face. theyd take this as a competition they have to win.

i feel like theyd trick you with their facial expressions and actions. lets say , you switch the color to one they have lots of cards of. theyd let out a surprised gasp while laying down on you a reverse card, two skip cards and a +4 card. 

half of it , they’re determined to win. if theyre feeling nice tho , mizuki will play easy for you. that lasts the total of maximum 2 rounds tho , they have a streak to maintain.

most of the time , you cant win for your dear life. if you do get lucky tho , they will jokingly get upset , but is actually pleasantly surprised! guess their talent sticked off to you.

i kind of imagine mizuki remaking the whole decks design when bored. like your own version of uno. the jirai keified version. like those making [thing] coquette.

about how frequently you’ll play tho? i think atleast once a month. even more , if you ask. they mostly play whenever theyre feeling sad tho , one game of uno with you lifts their spirits up and boosts their ego for the day higher than an americans appetite.

‘ heh heh heh… i won again! ‘ , , , ‘ i get it mizuki , i get it. ‘

y. kanade

genuinely never played uno before.

ok , that’s exaggerating now , isnt it?

kanade surely played uno before with nightcord in empty sekai. it being , ofcourse , mizukis idea. its not like shes an absolute pro at it tho.

but shes not incapable of not understanding the rules , either. she’d take a strategy and maximum beat you 3 times. maximum. i feel like you’d be the better one.

i feel like you wouldnt play so frequently , only when you so happen to be over while kanades taking a break from composing. so things wouldnt get awkward , you always bring a card deck of uno with you.

if your relationship is established after the ‘ saying goodbye to my masked self ‘ event , mafuyu would oftenly join your game by kanades invitation. if youre lucky enough to catch honami unoccupied , dont be shy to call her too! the more the merrier.

even so , she does not care about the winner at all. kanades just happy to spend some quality time with you, even if its over uno. which leads me to think you’d let her win on purpose sometimes. her eyes sparkle a bit whenever she does get the victory over you , it is a scenery you cannot get enough of.

‘ hm? i won… ‘ , , , ‘ great job, kanade! ‘

i love hashtag skipping school ALSO please read notes 2 ok thanks ,,

dividers arent mine ; credits to the rightful owners on TUMBLR

[vintagepresley]

Just A Crush.... Part Three.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 9,430 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Tons of fluff and cuteness, fingering, hand job, slight dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), very innocent since both are virgins, unprotected sex, tiny bit of cockwarming, etc. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: First I wanna say thank to the anon who requested the first part because it's really blossomed into something so cute and hot. I got carried away with this part clearly, lmaoo. It's just so cute. Baby Elvis definitely would be so soft and just adorable. Also, was listening to 'I'll Never Let You Go by Elvis' some of the lyrics just seemed perfect for this fic. I hope you guys enjoy! Possible spelling errors.

I’ll never let you go, ‘cause I love you, little baby….

Things were beginning to get quite serious between you and Elvis, the two of you had gone on a ton of dates together, spending almost everyday with each other until he started becoming more popular and booking shows on the Louisiana Hayride. The dates weren't as often now because it became hard for him to go some place without being recognized around town. But that didn't stop him from spending every chance he got with you, if you couldn't go out the two of you would spend hours together either in his bedroom or yours. You'd talk, listen to records which then would slowly turn into make out sessions, and the heavy petting the two of you had grown fond of now. Whenever his parents or your mom left you two alone in your houses, that's when you'd both would take the opportunity to explore each other's bodies, stripping off articles of clothing here or there, touching and caressing one another. Soon Elvis began to strip you down to just your underwear, which made you shy being that exposed to him, but he'd always make you feel so comfortable. He loved to just kiss over every inch of your body, mumbling sweet compliments to you about his favorite parts of your body.

You started to do the same to him and the two of you would lay there in your underwear, cuddling, kissing, and exploring, it was all so innocent. But it never went further than that. But it furthered your desires and feelings for one another. So much so that you began to worry with his new found fame when you had went to see him perform, all the girls were throwing themselves at him, and you had been afraid that he'd slip away from you. But you'd always shake those insecurities off because he didn't make you feel that way, you were his priority, his bestest girl. Those other girls didn't know him, not really. The shy boy who could hardly form a sentence sometimes, who blushed at the slightest compliment you gave him, who was so sweet and quiet. When he went to do a few more shows for the Hayride he had gotten word that one of the guys that lived in the apartment complex were coming onto you just because he was away, he didn't like that one bit. You were his girl, even though the two of you hadn't been official, your friends always giggled about how Elvis was your boyfriend even though he wasn't.. Which made you sad. You had been waiting for him to ask you, hoping that he would soon. You wanted things to be official to be able to call him your boyfriend because he's felt that way to you for sometime now.

The two of you had made plans to spend some time together as soon as he got back to Memphis, he had planned to ask you to be his girlfriend before the next tour for the Hayride which was going to be longer than the first two because he was becoming the favorite act, wanting to ensure that no matter what you were his and he was yours. Leading up to his return he would call you every night, which annoyed your mother how much time you spent talking to him as if you two didn't already spend every waking moment together, you were addicted to each other. She had warmed up to him though and realized he wasn't as strange as he had come off, she loved how sweet and well mannered he was, how happy he made you, she even became friends with Gladys, the two of them secretly planning a marriage for the two of you and joking about what your kids would look like. Gladys really adored you and all she wanted was for Elvis to get married and have kids and she thought you'd be the perfect one to do that with.

You had been in your room reading the latest news article in the paper about him, beaming proudly at his success and suddenly you could hear the phone ringing faintly from the living room and your mom answered, it was Elvis of course, he chatted your mother up a bit asking how she was doing before he had asked to speak with you, she put the phone down and headed to your bedroom, knocking on the door. "Y/N, Elvis is on the phone for you." she said softly You smiled excitedly and hopped out of bed, swinging the door open and nearly knocking your mother over just to get to the phone. She stood there as you went to pick the phone up and you shot her a look to give you some privacy. "Don't be on the phone all night, Y/N." she said sternly before walking off to her room. You rolled your eyes playfully, sitting on the couch as you placed the phone against your ear. "Elvis?" you said happily. "Baby! How are ya? I miss you." he said softly, you could hear him practically smiling over the phone. "I'm good, how are you? I miss so much. Are coming home tomorrow still?" you asked. "I'm good, honey.. Tired, but excited to see you. I'll be home hopefully by noon." he said. You chewed on your bottom lip, twirling your fingers through the cord of the phone. "I can't wait to see you. Your mom and I have been saving all the clippings of you in the papers." you said with a giggle. He chuckled tiredly. "Ah, hell.. She's got ya doin' that too?" he teased.

"We're all just so proud of you. I read you nearly got your clothes torn off the other night..." you said softly, your insecurities slowly creeping back up. "Yeah, these chicks are wild, I'll tell ya.. I can't go anywhere." he laughed quietly. "I'm sure.." you said rolling your eyes, he could sense the sudden change in your voice. "But ya know I-I don't care about that.. You're the only girl that I wish was here, itty bitty." he mumbled into the phone. You smiled at his cute little nickname for you. "I hope so.." you whispered. He smiled and now he started speaking to you in a baby voice. "My sweet itty bitty baby.." he spoke softly. You blushed at his words, you heard him baby talk with his mother and he slowly began to do the same with you sometimes. "Stop it.." you giggled, your face flustered. You laid on the couch as the two of you stayed on the phone for hours, giggling over the silliest things and whispering sweet nothings to each other and baby talking back and forth. Of course you ignored your mother and stayed on the phone with him until you fell asleep, he stayed on the phone to listen to you sleep until he had eventually drifted off himself.

The next morning had come quick and you woke up in the living room tangled within the cord of the phone, when you glanced at the clock on the wall and saw what time it was you quickly untangled yourself and climbed off the couch and running to the bathroom to shower and get yourself ready for Elvis' arrival. He was on his way back with Scotty and Bill in the little car they crammed into together with their instruments. He couldn't wait to be back home, you were the only thing he could talk about on the way back, his leg shaking nervously and fingers drumming against the seat. He was going to make things official between the two of you and shouldn't of been nervous, but he had never really asked a girl to be his girlfriend before not really. So, when he got nervous all he did was talk which almost drove Scotty and Bill into a frenzy, but luckily they weren't too far away, they made a pit stop so Elvis could call you and let you know how far away he was, when he told you 20 minutes you freaked.

You were hurried to finish your makeup and hair and once you done, you picked out a pink dress with a tiny white floral pattern with a white belt to match that hugged your torso tight and showed off your curves a bit and then paired it with a pair of white heels that strapped closed around your ankles. His arrival made you so nervous, but it could've just been the butterflies in your stomach that you always felt around him. You came rushing out of your room once you were ready and you were so excited that you hurried out the house and downstairs to wait for him outside, wanting to be the first thing he sees when he pulled up. Some of the guys who still kind of made fun of him were making jokes about Elvis. "You waitin' on that squirrel?" one of them cracked. You rolled your eyes always hating when they called him that or a number of other things they'd say to bully him. But he never seemed to let it get to him and he wanted you to always do the same, but you couldn't help yourself sometimes. If he wasn't going to defend himself, someone had too. "Shut up! You're just jealous!" you snapped, glaring at them.

But before it could go on any further Elvis, Scotty, and Bill were pulling up and you smiled widely, running over to the car, Elvis chuckled to himself when he saw you excitedly running toward him and he quickly hopped out of the car meeting you halfway and when the two of you embraced, he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up off the ground and twirling you around as your arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders, wasting no time to kiss his lips that you missed so much, he held you up in his arms as you two kissed and then he set you back down on the ground, smiling at you. "Well, that's one way to welcome me home.." he laughed, taking a hold of your hand and twirling you around as he got a good look at you, practically showing you off to Scotty and Bill. "She got all dolled up just for me!" he said with a soft laugh. You looked down at your dress, soothing it out and shrugging with a smirk. "Oh, this old thing? Please..." you teased, noticing the all black outfit he was sporting with his shirt unbuttoned, looking handsome as usual. He chuckled, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then he turned back to the car, grabbing his things and you went over to help, taking his guitar for him. He waved goodbye to Scotty and Bill as they drove off.

You held his guitar in one hand and slipped your other hand around his torso as the two you walked to the front door of the building, glaring at the guys who were just making fun of him seconds before he showed up. He glanced over to see who you were looking at. "Been makin' trouble since I've been gone, I see." He laughed. "They're just so annoying and always calling you names." you huffed, the two of you making your way inside and upstairs to his apartment. "I told ya leave 'em be, baby." he said softly. You rolled your eyes, nodding at his words as the two of approached the door and Gladys was already opening the door with a smile on her face from the sight of her baby boy, you let go of him as they embraced in a tight hug and he kissed her cheek. She then embraced you in a hug as he hugged his father, you smiled, walking inside with him and setting down his guitar as you said hello to Vernon. Gladys already had the table set with his favorite foods and he was like a giddy little kid as he set his bags down and sat at the table, you smiled happily as you watched him. He grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you into his lap, you let out a small squeal, he wrapped his arm around your abdomen as he ate with his other hand. He was never shy to be affectionate with you around anyone. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, lightly combing your fingers through his hair as he ate.

His mother beamed happily at the sight of the two of you, she knew that she never had to worry about someone taking care of him when she wouldn't be able to anymore, because you showed how much you cared for him, giving him what he needed and always defending him if someone said something mean to him just as she did, even if he didn't want either of you to do so. She had hoped that you would be the girl he'd marry, especially after telling her he had planned on asking you to be his girlfriend. Elvis and his parents talked for a while and he told them all about the crazy things that had happened on the road and how crazier the crowds are getting that now they have him perform last just to keep the crowds calm during the other acts. Once he had finished eating, he was getting up now which prompted you to hop off his lap, he grabbed a hold of his hand, telling his parents that the two of you were going to hangout for a bit in his room. He led you back to his room and once he had you inside, he closed the door, slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, pressing his body against yours and kissing you deep, your hands resting against his chest, clutching at his shirt as you kissed him, letting out a soft happy sigh before the two of you pulled back, smiling at one another.

"I missed you so much, itty bitty." he hummed. "I missed you too, honey." you said softly. He pulled away, taking your hand and sitting you down on his bed and you watched as he went to put a record on, the music playing softly in the background as he came over to sit next to you, taking a hold of your hands again, he was trembling now. You placed a hand over his trying to calm him. "What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?" you said raising an eyebrow. "Um... I-I-I..." he cleared his throat, for some reason asking you to be his girlfriend made him so nervous when he knew you wouldn't say no. You smiled because no matter how much time you spent together, no matter how many times you've seen each other nearly naked. He still stutter and fumbled over his words around you. It was the cutest thing. "Elvis, baby, no reason to be nervous.. it's okay." you giggled quietly. "I.. I-It's hard to express, but you make me happy and the way I feel is beyond a crush at this point. I want you to be mine, all mine. I want everyone to know you're my girl." he said softly, squeezing your hands in his. You smiled widely at his words, feeling like you were on cloud nine. You watched as he removed one of his rings from his fingers and he carefully slipped it onto your own, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against it. This felt like a propose it made you so nervous. You couldn't stop blushing, feeling those butterflies coming back in full force.

"W-Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked shyly. You felt your heart racing at those very words and you threw your arms around him to hug him tight, pressing kisses to the side of his face. "Yes, yes, yes, of course I will!" you whispered against his ear, raising your hand up and staring at the ring he gave you, smiling. He grinned happily, squeezing you in his gentle embrace. You pulled back from him, cupping his face in your hands, your lips crashing against his, devouring his lips with yours the two of you slowly laying down on his bed without breaking your kiss, he pressed you up against him, squeezing your waist before moving his hand carefully along your body. "I missed you so so much.. Every part of you.." he whispered on your lips. He moved his hand against your back, playing with the zipper of your dress and slowly unzipping it, you shivered at the feeling of his hand against your back. "Take your dress off... Let me see you, baby." he hummed. You nuzzled your nose against his as your lips hover over one another, blushing. "Elvis.. Your parents are home." you whispered. "It's okay, they won't bother us." he mumbled.

You nodded at his words, pulling away from him and standing back up, facing him. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you with a smile on his face, he couldn't take his eyes off you. You kicked off your heels and unhooking the belt that went with your dress and letting it fall to the floor and then you slowly began to tug your dress down, revealing your bra and panties to him as you shimmered the dress off the rest of the way until it hit the floor, stepping out of it. You stood there fidgeting with your hands, his eyes widen at the sight of you and your white undergarments, he sat up now, grabbing ahold of your waist and pulling you to him, his head resting against your abdomen as he hugged you, you smiled down at him, reaching your hands up to comb through his messy hair. You felt his soft lips against your stomach, he carefully kissed over your soft skin, you licked over your lips as you watched him. His hands running along the curves of your body, up and down slowly, softly, as if you were a porcelain doll he didn't want to break. The feeling of his hands on your nearly naked body caused you to let out a soft gasp, it had felt like ages since he touched you.

He slide his hands up your back which made your body tingle with desire and he slowly unhooked your bra, grabbing a hold of the straps and pulling them down until it fell to the floor with the rest of your clothes, you raised your arms to cover your breasts, still feeling shy around him, but he grabbed your arms, shaking his head. "Don't. You're beautiful.." he hummed. You took a deep breath and dropped your arms and his eyes fixated on your breasts, pressing his lips over both of them, you inhaled sharply as your nipples harden and now his hands grasped your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers, a soft moan leaving your lips and you quickly pursed them together to stop any other noises from escaping. He grinned at the sound of the noises you made, burying his face between your breasts, your fingers twirling around a strand of his hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He titled his head up, staring at you with a smile on his lips.

He stood up from his bed and began stepping out of his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt, stripping it off along with his pants, you blushed at the sight of him in his underwear as if you haven't seen him like this many times before. He climbed into his bed and laid down, patting the spot beside him and you climbed right in with him, the two of you laying your sides and facing each other. He ran the tips of his fingers along your side, letting them linger near your hips and you placed a hand against his chest, your fingers caressing his soft skin and brushing up against one of his nipples, then slowly running your hand down his stomach, your fingers lingering near the band of his underwear. He leaned over to kiss you, his lips slowly moving against yours, your body trembling, your breath hitched from his light touch and light kisses. "Show me how much you missed me.." you whispered on his lips, grabbing a hold of his hand and guiding inside your panties, you let out a soft gasp when you felt his fingers near your pussy. He swallowed harshly when he felt the heat between your legs and how wet you already were for him. It turned him on that you could see him growing visibly hard.

He reached over to grab your hand that rested against his hip and he guided it down his underwear, wrapping your delicate little fingers around his cock. "I'll show you, if you show me.." he whispered back with a smirk. You blushed feeling his hard cock within your hand, nodding at his words as you kissed once more and you slowly began to stroke his cock in your hand, pressing your index finger against the head and using the precum that leaked from it as your own personal lube for him, he groaned softly into your mouth and at the same time he pressed two of his fingers between your slippery, wet folds, teasing his fingers up and down your slit, circling his thumb against your clit teasingly. It caused you to whimper softly into his mouth, your bodies moving closer toward other until your chest was pressed against his, the sparse hairs on his chest scratching against your nipples. Your hand stroking his pulsing cock a bit faster, as he replaced his thumb with his two fingers against your clit, pressing them against it firmly and rubbing the sensitive bud in slow circular motions, a soft gasp leaving your lips as your thighs squeezed together around his hand.

The two of you moaning softy against each other's lips, muffling your noises within your mouths as you kissed, both of your hands moving faster as you pleased and satisfied one another. You stroked every inch of his cock in swift and long movements, it felt like the two of you were moving in rhythm together, stroking and rubbing each other faster, deepening your passionate and sensual kiss that your tongues began to swirl together in your mouths. The muffled sounds of both of your moans growing louder as your bodies squirmed against each other, the soft sounds of the record playing in the background keeping them concealed from his parents who were right in the living room. The pleasurable feeling the two of you felt festering and growing, your orgasms in the pit of your stomachs as you continued on showing each other just how much you missed each other until it was too much to hold onto any longer, the both of you reaching your orgasms, your bodies tensing against one another, trembling, your chests heaving in delight. His warm cum spurting out into your hand as you came on his fingers, as the noises that escaped you nearly broke your kiss, the warm of your breath panting against his lips as you both came to a full stop, slowly removing your hands from one another.

You brought your fingers up to your lips, slipping them into your mouth to taste him, he smirked and brought his fingers to his doing the same, removing them at the same time and crashing your lips together to taste each other on your lips, he slipped his arm around your waist and pressed you tight against him, humping your body, he desperately wanted more, needed more. He moved you so that he was on top of you, and he grasped your panties eagerly trying to get them off, but you quickly grabbed his hands, shaking your head. He raised an eyebrow with a bit of a pout on his lips. "I-It's not that I don't want to, Elvis. I do, I-I think I'm ready. But not like this with your parents in the next room. I want us to be alone, I want it to be romantic." you whispered. His pout turning into a soft smile at your words, he nodded slowly, bringing a hand up to cup your face in it, his fingers tangled in your hair. "That sounds perfect to me, baby." he said pecking your lips gently, his mind running wild with ideas now because you were right it had to be romantic and special for the both of you since it was going to be his first time as well.

He beamed happily as he moved to lay beside you once again. "Wanna cuddle, itty bitty?" he asked quietly. You smiled because of how cute it sounded when he asked. "Yes, please. You wanna be the be the big spoon or little spoon this time?" you teased. "Little spoon." he said happily and then he quickly turned onto his side, his back facing you. You giggled from his eagerness and the fact that he loved being the little spoon sometimes. You quickly scooted over to him, slipping your arm around his waist and pulling him into a tight embrace, your chest pressed firmly against his back. He slipped his arm over yours, resting his hand on top of your hand as he cuddled into you, your legs intertwining with his and you pressed kisses against his back all the way to his shoulder, peppering soft kisses against it before nuzzling your nose against his ear and nibbling playfully at it. "You're so cute.." you whispered to him. He smiled at your words, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulled your arm that was around his waist up toward him and hugging it against his chest. You were happy and content to be this way again after being a part for some time and even more happy at the possibility of the two of you losing your virginities together before his next little tour.

After some time Elvis had fallen asleep in your arms, but his grasp on you stayed firm making it impossible for you to get up if you wanted to. You smiled from the sounds of his cute little snores and nuzzled your face against his back, pressing small kisses against his skin as you watched him sleep, reaching your other hand up to brush some of his hair out of his face. You eventually pulled your arm from his grasp and seeing that he didn't even budge. You laughed softly, he was out like a light. You climbed out of his bed and picked your clothes up off the floor and slipped them back on, fixing your hair a bit and then you went to cover him with a blanket, kissing his forehead before you quietly slipped out of his room and headed into the living room where his parents were and Gladys perked up at the sight of you, smiling. "Everything okay, hon?" she asked. "Mhm, Elvis fell asleep and I figured it'd be best not to disturb him." you said with a smile. "Well, come spend some time with me." she said happily, patting the spot beside her on the couch. You smiled and walked over to her, plopping down right beside her. "Y'know he's just crazy about you." she smiled, patting your arm gently. You smiled happily trying to hide your blushing face. "I'm crazy about him too, Mrs. Presley. I adore your son." You smiled.

She grabbed a hold of your hand and squeezed it gently, she was so happy to hear you say that. "I know you do, sugar. I'm happy he has you." she said happily. You couldn't stop smiling and now you were squeezing her hand as well. You loved his mother and his father even though he didn't say much, but he was also so kind to you. They both were and you just felt such a closeness to this little family. She turned to you now with a rather serious look. "Did he ask you to be his girlfriend yet?" she grinned. You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly because of course Elvis talked to her about it. "He did. He even gave me one of his rings to wear!" you exclaimed, showing it to her proudly. "All ya need now is a wedding ring." she joked. You blushed at the thought of ever being married to Elvis. "Maybe one day." you said softly with a smile. The two of you continued to talk and Elvis the topic for most of it which you didn't mind one bit. Elvis had eventually woken up from his long and deep slumber, wondering where you'd run off to. Once he was out of his sleepy daze he slipped out of bed and put his clothes back on, heading out of the room.

He smiled at the sight of you eating some of the food his mother had made. "Oh good, you're still here. I was worried you left." he said softly. You quickly turned when you heard his voice, smiling. "Have a nice nap, sleepyhead?" you teased. He chuckled and nodded at your words. "Are ya hungry, honey?" Gladys asked him. "I'm not hungry, mama. I think that's what knocked me out." he laughed. He grabbed his guitar and reached a hand out to you. "Come outside with me?" he asked with a smile. You wiped your mouth with a napkin and nodded, excusing yourself as you stood up and thanking Gladys for the dinner, taking Elvis' hand as he led you out of the apartment and outside where the sun was setting. "Where are we going?" you asked curiously. "Nowhere." he smiled, sitting down on the steps, you smoothed out your dress sitting beside him. He started to slowly strum his guitar. You sat there smiling at him because he use to do this all the time just playing to entertain whomever was outside. It still amazed you how shy he was but when it came to music he became someone different.

You rested your head against his shoulder as the two of you sat there quietly, watching the streetlights come on as he continued to strum his guitar. He glanced over at you with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I-I... Uh, I wanna sing somethin' for ya, baby." he said with a soft smile. You perked your head up, smiling widely. "For me?" you grinned. He nodded, messing around with a few chords and clearing his throat a bit and now he was turning to face you. Your smile plastered on your face as your eyes lit up in excitement. His soft voice ringing out as he began to sing and strum his guitar, singing a few lyrics from the song, 'I'll Never Let You Go (Little Darlin')'.

The stars would tumble down beside me..

The moon would hang it's head and cry...

My arms would never hold another baby doll...

If we should ever say goodbye, well I'll never let you go...

'Cause I love you, little baby...

He continued to harmonize and strum the strings of his guitar as he hummed softly. "Because I love you, pretty baby..." he sang softly, leaning over to kiss your cheek. Your face was flush and your eyes welling up with tears, you were completely speechless. Was this his way of telling you he loved you? Did he really love you? You had only been seeing each other for a few weeks. "Elvis, I.. I don't know what to say.." you said softly, wiping away your tears. He looked concerned now and he set his guitar beside him. "Why are you cryin'? D-Did I do somethin' wrong? he asked worriedly, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Oh my gosh, no.. Of course not, honey. That was so beautiful." you said softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Do.. Do you really love me?" you asked shyly. "It's crazy, I know... But I think I loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you the day you moved here, baby. I understand if ya don't feel the same.." he said as he casted his gaze toward the ground. You smiled at his words, feeling yourself on the verge of tears again, but also feeling something else entirely different. You turned his face to look at you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and then you stood up from where you sat and he looked up at you with those baby blue eyes so confused.

You held your hand out to him. "Come on." you whispered. He hesitantly took your hand as he stood up, grabbing his guitar and you lead the way back inside, but this time going to your house and sneaking past your mother who had fallen asleep on the couch, pulling him into your room and quietly shutting the door, locking it. "Y/N.. What's going on?" he asked still so confused. You smiled going over to your record player and putting on a random album, turning the volume up and then you walked over to him, cupping his face into your hands, yours eyes meeting one another. "I love you, I love you.. You sweet, kind, adorable, shy, little cutie pie. I've never met anyone like you before, Elvis. I.. I can't explain it, but I love you too." you said happily. You watched the biggest smile form on his lips, his hands resting over yours as he stole a kiss from your pretty lips, resting his forehead against yours. "Itty bitty, I-.." you stopped him, placing a finger over his lips. "Enough talking.. I'm ready.. Right now..." you whispered. He furrowed his brow not understanding at first. You gave him a look indicating what you meant. "I'm ready." you emphasized to him. His eyes widen when he finally caught on.

"I thought you wanted us to be alone and it be romantic.." he asked. "This was plenty romantic for me.." you smiled widely, stepping back from him and slipping out of your dress, your clothes falling into a puddle on the floor, he swallowed harshly as he watched you undress. He was excited, nervous, but more than ready and he began to strip his own clothes off. You took a deep breath as you slowly removed your bra, then hooking your fingers into the hem of your panties, carefully sliding them off and when he caught a glimpse of you fully naked in front of him he was nearly speechless. "You're beautiful, so beautiful..." he mumbled. You blushed at his sweet words, feeling shy but not hiding yourself from him. You wanted him to see you, every single part of you. He stood there in awe and you giggled softly, stepping toward him slowly and grabbing a hold of his boxers and slowly sliding them down, glancing down to look at him and you smiled, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked back up at him. You both slowly ran hand over the other's body, your fingers lightly caressing each other, your usual teasing as you stared at your bodies, finally really seeing each other. The both of you so nervous that you could feel the other one trembling.

He smiled and placed a kiss against your lips, taking your hand and leading you over to your bed. You kept your eyes on him as you climbed onto the bed and lying back, watching as he climbed on top of you, hovering above you and you stared silently at one another until he kissed your lips deeply, lowering his body slowly against yours, you slipped your arms around his torso as you kissed. You could feel him growing hard against your thigh, your kisses passionate and slow and he pulled his lips back just enough that they hovered over yours. He then trailed soft kisses down your chin along your neck and down toward your breasts, kissing over your nipples and you inhaled sharply at the tickling feeling of his soft lips, watching him with lustful eyes and as his lips moved lower down your body, kissing over your stomach, your waist, your hips and then suddenly between your thighs. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling, your toes curling against the sheets at the aching feeling you had for him as you grew more aroused.

His eyes fixated on your pussy that now was in his direct line of sight as his head moved further between your thighs, his hands caressing your thighs lightly. He wanted to taste you, but he had never eaten a girl out before, he was embarrassed that he may not do it right. You continued to watch him and you could tell he wasn't sure what to do, but neither were you. It was a learning experience for you both. "Elvis, you don't have to.." you whispered. He blushed shyly and now he was more nervous. "Let's switch, baby..." you said softly, seeing that he was too nervous. You sat up and crawled out of your spot and he laid down in your place, his cock was fully hard now and throbbing for attention, you didn't know a thing about giving a blowjob, but you wanted to make him feel good and maybe relax a bit when he sees you're no expert either. He watched as you carefully grasped his cock in your hand, his body responding immediately and he gasped softly. You gave his cock a few gentle strokes and you leaned down toward it, giving it another stroke and pulling back his foreskin and pressing your lips against his wet tip, his precum coating your lips as you gave his cock small kisses.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he felt your lips against his cock, he exhaled shakily, a soft groan leaving the back of his throat. You nervously opened your mouth and wrapped it around just the tip, trying your best to not use any teeth as you slowly sucked on the tip, stroking the rest of him, he was groaning softly, his head tilting back against the pillows as his breathing hitched and he inhaled sharply. "Oh g-god..." he mumbled under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at his words, popping his cock out of your mouth, a needy groan escaping him. "I-Is this okay?" you asked shyly. He couldn't even get another word out, but he nodded quickly, wanting you to continue. You smiled and slip him back into your mouth, continuing to just suck on the tip of his cock, staring up at him and seeing how much he was enjoying it. You slowly took more of him inside of your mouth, sucking at the same steady pace, making soft noises as you did. "F-Fuck.. oh god.." he cried out, one of his hands clutching onto your hair.

Once you were a little more comfortable you began to suck his cock a bit faster, letting out a quiet moan around him as the suckling sounds grew louder, his cock glistening in your saliva as it moved in and out of your mouth. His eyes rolled back as he moaned softly, panting as his body tingled with pleasure. "B-Baby.... I-I'll cum if you d-don't stop..." he mumbled in airy breaths. You furrowed your brow at his words, slowly popping his cock out and giving it small kisses again, a soft giggle escaping you. He lifted his head to look at you a pleasing smirk on his lips, as he exhaled softly. "Wow... I.. wow." he chuckled. "Okay, I wanna try again.." he smiled slowly getting up so you both can switch spots, you grinned excitedly crawling to take his place and you laid there, biting on your bottom lip as he moved between your legs and you were even more wet now because sucking his cock and hearing him make those noises turned you on. As he moved further between your legs he grasped your thighs and spread your legs apart, his eyes fixating on your pussy once again and now he had a full view, he licked over his lips as he watched your arousal leaking between your folds.

You blushed hard because he was so close to your most private area, practically admiring it by the way he stared at it, he pressed gentle kisses on each of your inner thighs, he had gotten pretty good at fingering after doing it to you a few times, so he started with that. He firmly pressed two of his long fingers between your folds, your sweet nectar coating his fingers and he ran them up and down your slit causing his fingers to get slippery in your wetness, your hips moving against his fingers as you let out a cute soft moan, he circled his fingers around your swollen clit and your body trembled and you inhaled deeply holding your breath from the overwhelming feeling, then exhaling slowly as he pressed his fingers against your clit and your moans grew louder. He licked over his lips once more, desperately needing to taste you as he watched you become more wet. He buried his face in your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent. "E-Elvis.." you moaned, becoming flustered by his action. He stuck his tongue out and slowly slipped it between your folds, he wasn't sure where to start, but he knew whenever he played with your clit that always gave you the most pleasure.

So, he pressed his warm tongue against your clit and your body jolt and slightly squirmed beneath him, a soft whimper escaping you, he smirked to himself, slowly moving his tongue back and forth against your clit, working the sensitive bud between his tongue, he could feel your legs tightening around him and your body quiver, the sounds of your soft moans giving him the confidence he needed because that meant he was doing a good job. He flicked his tongue faster against your clit and you let out an airy soft moan as you threw your head back and now your legs were wrapped around him tight, your toes curling against his back, his hands sliding up to hold onto your waist to hold you still as he burrowed himself into your pussy, sucking slowly on your clit. "Oh m-my god, Elvis.. I want you, please..." you whimpered softly, begging for him to be inside of you. When he heard your words, he lifted his head up with a grin, his face glistening with your slick. "Please.. I-I need you inside of me.." you whispered, unwrapping your legs from around him.

He sat up eagerly and he climbed on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lowered himself against you, you placed one of your hands on the back of his neck forcing his lips against yours as you placed a sloppy kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on his and you smirked, he returned your kiss and nibbled playfully at your bottom lip before pulling back some. "I-I.. uh.. don't have a condom, baby.." he mumbled. You stared at him for a moment a bit hesitate about that, but also not wanting to ruin the moment if you had to wait for him to get one. "I-It's okay. Just remember to pull out when you get close." you whispered. He nodded his head slowly, kissing your lips again, the two of you nervous as ever because this was really happening, he reached down to grab a hold of his cock and he teased it between your wet folds, the both of you moaning softly and he paused, pulling from your lips again. "I-I'm sorry if I don't last long..." he said in a soft voice, feeling a bit embarrassed. You smiled at him, placing your hand against his cheek and caressing his face with the pad of your thumb. Even in the most sexual and intimate moment he was still so adorable, so innocent. "You have nothing to be sorry about, honey." you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips.

He smiled at your words, always knowing how to make him feel better. He crashed his lips to yours, devouring them in a deep kiss, your arms slipping around his shoulders, taking a deep breath as you braced yourself for the pain as he adjusted himself he lined up his cock with your entrance and he slowly pushed just the tip into you and you winced against his lips, your eyes shut tight as your hands held onto him, he groaned loudly feeling how tight you were just around the head of his cock, he stopped for a moment. "Y-You okay, little?" he mumbled on your lips. You nodded slowly trying to mask the pain, knowing it wasn't going to be a lasting thing. He nodded and slowly pushed himself inside of you deeper, managing to get more of his cock inside of your needy tight hole that clenched around him causing another groan to escape his lips, his face burying into your neck and you gasped softly when you felt him plunge the rest of his cock inside of you, it felt like he was tearing you apart. You whimpered softly that it sounded as if you were crying. He perked his head up so concerned as he stalled his movements once again.

"Are you sure you're okay, I can stop.." he hummed. "No, no.. Don't stop, please.." you pleaded. He kissed your neck softly, nodding in response as he began to thrust his hips against your own, a moan leaving your lips as your nails dug into his back, squeezing your thighs around his waist. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain for you, but you loved the way he felt inside of you. His hips beginning to rock faster against you as your pussy opened up to his throbbing cock slamming against your walls, allowing him to get in deeper. His groans louder than ever and now he was pursing his lips trying to quiet them, but it was so hard because of how tight and wet you felt around his cock, the feeling was nearly unbearable and it only prompted him to pick up the pace and now he was slamming his hips against yours once he couldn't control himself. "Oh god.. I.. You feel s-so good 'round my cock, baby.." he cried out against your ear. You buried your face into his shoulder as your body clung to his, moving your hips in rhythm with his once your body responded better. The noises that escaped both of you growing louder, panting into each other's ear.

You almost forgot that your mother was just in the living room and you tried your best to choke back your moans and as his name was leaving your lips between the most obscene noises you ever heard yourself make. You never imagined that your first time would be this way or that it would be with Elvis, but it was everything you could've hoped for. He was a gentle lover even as his hips stirred and slammed against yours, he still seemed so gentle with you. He was grasping the sheets beneath you, his hips bucking and his body tensing, his moans becoming airy and shaky. Your head tilted against the pillows as your eyes rolled back, gasping between your moans. His cock was drenched in your sweet juices that leaked out of you with each thrust he made. You were clawing at his back as you felt your orgasm already building, aching, screaming to reach the surface. Your body numb, tense, and trembling as your breath hitched. "Elvis.. I... I-I think I'm gonna cum.. mm.." you whimpered, hardly able to string a sentence together.

You grabbed his face and crushed your lips against his as you orgasmed loudly right into his mouth to try to muffle your whimpering, crying, pleasurable sounds as you cummed all over his cock and making such an embarrassing mess on him, that he completely lost it right then and there, his body shaking. "Fuckkkk.." he groaned, he grabbed his cock needing to pull out of you fast as he he could as he felt his orgasm hit like a tidal wave, he sat up quick and the moment he pulled his twitching, swollen cock out of you, his warm cum went squirting all over your stomach and your breasts, showering you in the sticky substance. You weren't expecting that at all, but it honestly turned you on, it made you feel like he was marking what belonged to him. His face red as ever when witness what he did. "I'm... I.. I'm sorry!" he said so embarrassed. You shook your head at him, reaching your hands up to rub against his chest, soothing him. "Hush.. I liked it, baby." you grinned as a soft giggled escaped your lips. He smirked at your words. "Really?" he said surprised, exhaling softly as he crashed beside you. "Mhm.." you beamed, taking two of your fingers and playing a bit in the mess he made on you and then sucking his cum off of your fingers, loving the familiar taste.

"Damn.. That's so hot.." he mumbled as he watched you play in his cum and taste some more of him. You smirked, licking your lips and then you rolled over toward him, giggling and kissing his lips and you climbed on top of him, he raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes wandering over your cum covered body as he watched his cum drip off your breasts. "I.. I want more.." you purred, feeling so needy for him. He chuckled softly, wrapping his hands around your waist, he was tired but he was ready to go another round especially with his cock still hard for you, but he knew he'd finish even faster the second time. "Mm, tryna drain me dry, huh?" he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh with him, shrugging your shoulders with a grin. "Mhm.. I think you have so much more to give me.." you hummed. You bit down on your bottom lip, eager to learn how to ride him and hoping you don't embarrass yourself to much. He lifted you up a bit, wrapping his hand around his cock and teasing your tight little hole with the head of his cock. You reached down to wrap your hand around his as the two of you guided his cock inside of you together, a shaky gasp escaping you feeling that throbbing cock of his back inside of you and you pulled your hands away, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

You whimpered quietly feeling his cock hit deep inside of you as you sat on it and your hands grasped his chest and he groaned softly staring up at you with lust and love in his eyes as his cum still dripped from you and was now making a mess on him, he found the entire thing to be hot. You slowly rocked your hips against his, not really having a rhythm but he seemed to be enjoying it from the pleasurable expression on his beautiful face and the noises you caused that escaped him so seductively, his hands squeezing your waist and moving down toward your ass he moved you the way he wanted, slowly thrusting his hips upwards, the both of you learning how to move together which seemed to be the most satisfying when you furthered the desire, the hunger between the two of you, pushing and pulling at one another and with his help you got into your own rhythm, grinding and stirring your hips on his cock as you moved up and down, just slowly milking him with your tight pussy for more of his cum. His cock sopping wet from your sweet nectar that poured out of you. The moans between the both of you more quiet and sensual as you fucked him slowly, your eyes meeting and staring intensely into one another's. Your breathing matching, your orgasms building like a slow burn, your nails digging into his chest. You felt his hands clutch onto your ass tighter as his hips bucked and now you picked up the pace just a bit because you knew he was going to give you what you want again.

"Oh fuck... I'm.. I'm gonna cum.. B-baby..." he whimpered. "N-Not yet, baby.. I-I wanna cum again first.." you moaned. He let out a frustrated groan doing his best not to cum inside you, but his cock was aching, throbbing, needing to be drained once again. You grounded yourself against him to feel every inch of him hitting against your walls, pumping his cock inside of you, your whimpers growing louder as you tilted your head back, your mouth open and eyes rolled shut as your orgasm erupted out of you as you came for the second time on his cock. "Goddamn.. Baby, please.. I-I need to cum..." he whined. You wiggled on top of him before you lifted yourself up and pulled his swollen cock out and watched how it glistened in your juices. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watched you lay back down on the bed ready to receive his seed. He sat up and hovered above you as he groaned softly and stroked the head of his cock swiftly, but instead of cumming on your stomach again he pressed the head of his cock against your lips and you smirked bit, slowly opening your mouth for him and he pushed himself inside, moaning softly when he felt your pretty little mouth around him again, he exhaled sharply as his cum came shooting into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip, licking up every last bit and then swallowing it all. He watched in awe.

"Oh god.. wow..." he panted, a grin forming on his lips before he fell back against the bed, exhausted but feeling amazing. You giggled, reaching over to grab a few tissues off your nightstand and cleaning yourself up a bit before turning over to face him with the biggest smile on your face. "That was... amazing." you smiled. He smiled at your words turning onto his side to face you. "I'm speechless." he chuckled and yanked the blankets over the both of you until you were covered from head to toe in the blanket, he pulled you into his arms, the two of you kissing deeply, slipping your arms around one another as you rolled around beneath the blankets together, giggling and kissing. Then suddenly there was a knock on your door. "Y/N? Who are you talking to???" your mother called out. You and Elvis froze in place. "Should I-" you quickly covered his mouth with your hand, stopping him from saying another word, if she knew Elvis was in your room this late and found out what the two of you just did, she'd kill you. "I'm not talking to anyone. I'm just listening to records!" you responded. "Turn it down." she said before going off to her bedroom. You kept Elvis' mouth covered until you heard her door closed and then you dropped your hand from his mouth with a soft laugh. "You're gonna get me in trouble." you teased.

"Should I go while she's in her room?" he asked. "No, I want you to stay, please? We can figure out how to sneak you out tomorrow morning." you giggled softly. He chuckled, shaking his head at you. "You're gonna get us both in trouble." he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Wanna cuddle, baby?" you asked. "Mhm, yes.. You wanna be the big spoon or little spoon?" he hummed with a smile. "Hm, it's my turn to be the little spoon." you grinned and quickly turned over to the other side so that your back was facing him, he laughed softly and slipped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you to him so that there was no space in between, your bodies pressed firmly against one another. His lips pressed against your shoulder and up toward your neck, nuzzling his face against you, inhaling your scent. You slipped your arm around his and held onto him tight as you cuddled into him, feeling so warm, loved, and protected in his arms. "I love you, itty bitty.." he whispered into your ear. "And I love you, cutie pie.." you whispered sleepily.

I'll never let you go...

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The gilded age 02x08, In Terms of Winning and Losing, my thoughts...

Please excuse any spelling errors. My brain is sleepy so its not working too well. 😰

I'm still having feelings over last night season 2 finale. We can't say they didn't pack the episode until it nearly burst that's for sure.

I'm going start at the end because it still tickles me that Aunt Ada is now head of the Van Rhijn household. (They went omg free fall everything ending, to oh wait we're fine. One oh the fastest turn around ever). Which will now be known as Fronte household. Thank you, Mr. Bannister for pointing it out. Because truthfully I was clueless as every body else until he asked Aunt Ada if it ok. Than it all clicked... Omg Aunt Ada is now the big cheese! The look on her face was brilliant! In that moment we seen her take her power, completely imbody it. We clearly see her mind calculating on all the changes she's going to make. It one exceptional piece of acting from Cynthia Nixon. She doesn't utter a word during it, it's all in facial expressions and her body movements. It's just as powerful. She's so very talented!

Look on Aunt Agnes face made giggle as she realizes the role in her own house have reversed on her. That her little sister is now in charge. I don't mean in unkind way whatsoever. The relationship and dynamics between these two sisters have been certain ways for most likely all their lives up to this point, but now Aunt Agnes is going to have to listen to Aunt Ada in way is never did before. I personally think it's going to good for the whole household. Aunt Ada is kind and compassionate that will benefit everyone in that household especially Aunt Agnes.

I did love When Aunt Ada ask Marian if finally broke off her engagement with Dashiell, because she know he wasn't right for her. Lol it was too brilliant. I love Aunt Ada so much!!

So yes finally Marian broke off her engagement to Dashiell!! I cheered when that happened!! It's like damn woman took you long enough. But after he called her by his dead wife's name, creepy that was the last straw. No one can blame the man for still being in love with his dead wife. We all know that heart doesn't work that way, just because their no longer here doesn't make our love just stop. It's ultimately more to what Marian said, that their not well matched, they don't want the same things and their not in love with each other. I'm just glad she found her back bone and got out before it was too late.

I'm personally so happy about that kiss bewteen Marian and Larry, I was yelling kiss, kiss, kiss the whole time! I think their well matched in every way. Larry definitely be ok with Marian teaching or anything else she wants to do. Now thanks to Aunt Ada she won't come penniless to the whole thing because we know Aunt Ada won't allow that!! I'll put odds on it! Only issue as we all know may be Bertha. Perhaps not though so much with Larry, she does like Marian. We'll see... I did like the little scene bewteen Marian and Frances. I felt quite a bit of empathy for Frances, she was just a little girl looking for a mom. I'm glad Marian was able to reassure for her that she will still be very much in her life just not as her step-mother.

I'm so happy for Jack that he got his patent approved. It was such a brilliant idea of Peggy's that he go talk to Larry about it. That Larry wants to go into business with Jack on his alarm clock. Love it. It was so amazing what happen then.

Peggy deciding to leave her job at The Globe was probably the only way to deal with her feelings for her boss

I'm sad for her because she was doing something she loved. But he was just too casual about the whole cheating on my wife no doubt done more times then Peggy would of ever found out about. She deserves so much better. This also showed that she as alot of self respect, self worth, and self confidence. To not only not fall for his bs, but to walk away when she clearly had feelings but knew it was a bad situation for her. Women now a days can learn alot from her. I was also nice to see perhaps the rift bewteen Peggy and her father may be softening. That her mother and father are getting back to loving terms with each other.

I was very sad to see Mr. Watson go but to know that he'll be part of his daughter and grand children lives makes it a happy going. I'm glad his daughter let her wishes known and kinda defy he husband by going to talk to her dad.

Now the opera war. I never thought Bertha wouldn't pull it off. There's just something about that woman that scream WIN. I'm not surprised she got the Duke back, because she something or someone Mrs. Astor doesn't that alone I knew would enough to turn the Duke back to her side. That is Gladys of course. Now am I ok that's a good chance that Bertha sold Gladys into marriage with the Duke no I'm not! I love Bertha I truly do. However her own ambition I feel is an issue, it's a blinding thing, it's all consuming, it power over everything. I fear what that will do to her in future. Ambition can be good until it takes complete control of a person. Because the need to win, to be number one, to defeat those against you makes you forget about who truly loves you. I don't want to see that be the path for Bertha. Because at her core I don't believe she's her ambition. If she was she wouldn't of done the nice gesture for Mrs. Bruce by giving her the tickets to opening night of Met. Bertha does show incredible care and kindness to her staff. Which is something I truly love about her. Always the way she is with the people she's made friends with. Unlike Mrs. Astor who treats everyone like they should be kissing her ass. Bertha genuinely nice, kind, sweet and funny. So I want to her ambition hurt the rest of her, hurt her life, completely destroy her relationship with her daughter, her son and her husband. Because her ambition isn't worth losing her family that loves her. Alright enough said on that. To good stuff.

Seeing Mrs. Astor lose was brilliant! She at more than half empty Academy still trying to pretend everything's fine...while a death rattle could heard in the background. I wanted to tell Aunt Agnes and Oscar to get the fuck out of there, go with Mrs. Fish, save yourselves!!

Turner fuming was hilarious and her husband being completely over it just made all the better. I got feelings he just wanted to say to her could just sit down and shut it already damn for some peace and quiet. All day and night it's Mrs. Russell this and Mrs. Russell that. Should never marry you fuck!

I loved both Bertha and Gladys gowns. The colors were beautiful. Especially like how the colors deep green pattern against lighter green of Bertha's made her stand out in her box at Met, couldn't miss her if you wanted too. Marian gown was very cool I really liked ruching by shoulders and neck. But I think my favorite gown belonged to Aurora, blue and white and sparkly it was gorgeous. That's one I would've wanted to wear.

I so did love seeing Bertha get her moment, she was floating on air there. Especially when she walk through the doors of her central box after nearly crying because George got back for her. To the whole of the Metropolitan filled. Although the boxes where bigger then I thought they be. All I could recall was when I watched The Age of Innocent because that begins at the opera, it's very much in a similar time frame as The Gilded Age. But I like the ones at the Met better, they can call over and talk to each other like friends do. It seems less stuffy and more social and fun. One of my favorite moments was when Bertha caught sight of Mrs. Bruce and Mr. Baudin and gives them a little wave, it was so cute and endearing.

Mrs. Bruce was very cute through out being at an opera house for the first time.

I'm so sad it's the final episode of the season. All I know is HBO better renew for 3rd season!! Because it's official my favorite series, I don't want it going anywhere for a long long time!!

[ingravinoveritas]

MY GOODNESS THAT TV INSIDER SNIPPET WHERE YOU CAN SEE THEM MOVE PHYSICALLY CLOSER TO EACH OTHER IN ABOUT 20 SECONDS. UGHHH. DAVID WAS LITERALLY HALF OFF HIS SEAT TO BE CLOSER TO MICHAEL

Hi, Anons! Oh, gosh, I love both of these so much. Putting them together because I think there's a definite connection worth discussing.

So first, Anon #2 I know you must be referring to the new interviews with Michael and David that have come out the past few days (on Screen Rant Plus, Movieweb, etc.). Anon #1 is referring to another clip that just came out today, so I'll put the video up here for anyone who hasn't seen it and then discuss it further down this post:

Anon #2, how beautifully you have phrased your observation, and I could not possibly agree with you more. I've noticed a lot of people saying that Michael and David look sad or miserable, but I don't think that is the case at all. Well, a couple of things: 1) We have no idea when these interviews were recorded, though if I had to guess I'd say within the last month or two, and if that is the case, Michael was still directing/working nonstop on The Way, so that would explain him looking tired (along with running around after two little kids all the time). 2) I'm fairly certain that a large part of them not looking at each other is because they are trying not to give anything away about the second season, and Michael and David both know they won't be able to keep quiet if they make even the tiniest bit of eye contact.

3) I fully agree with your assertion that the lack of staring shows how close Michael and David have become, because to me, it also means that they no longer feel a need to be "on" around each other. They've both spoken in the past about how much they hate doing interviews/photo shoots, and that it became far more bearable when they had each other. That was the case four years ago, and now we've all gone through a global pandemic and some of the darkest times in our lives. That naturally strips away any sense of pretense--seeing someone at their worst, or when they're sick or afraid. I get the feeling that Michael and David have been through all of that and where so many other relationships/marriages fell apart, their relationship is even stronger now as a result. They love and accept each other exactly as they are, and it shows.

Finally, 4) What you said about Michael not staring at David makes my heart ache and seems so true. On the season 1 press tour, he was already in love, but didn't know when they would see each other again. I'm reminded of that one interview where they both suddenly seem to realize the press tour is coming to an end, and they don't know when they'll see each other next:

"Can we just...see each other? For no reason?"

He doesn't even have to ask that question now. Michael doesn't have to keep his eyes on David every moment because he has already memorized his whole face, the stubble on his skin, the softness of his lips. And he knows with perfect certainty that he will never be without David in his life again.

And this all fits in beautifully with the video you've mentioned, Anon #1, because they absolutely do move closer to each other in that video, and not only does it look like they did it completely unconsciously, but David seems to actually mirror Michael:

Michael is the first one to move closer, as we see above, and then right after he does, David moves closer. And again, they're not staring at each other the whole time. nor do they seem to be playing up their "personas"--Michael and David are just being themselves, and their natural inclination is to be close to each other. (Also, Michael's fucking wiggle right after he moves is killing me, because I think he only does that when he's very, very happy...)

Absolutely beautiful. I so appreciate you both sharing your thoughts with me, Anons. Thanks for writing in! xx

[xoxoemynn]

hey marianne tell us about the wip you're most excited about in as much detail as you want

HOO BOY WOULD I LOVE TO. And I have yet to consolidate this into an elevator pitch so it'll definitely be long. It started off as an Old Hollywood/Broadway AU and now has spiraled into what I'd say most simply is a dimension travel AU that's also a bit of a meta commentary on OFMD's cancellation.

I'll put it under a cut because this DID actually get annoyingly long.

OKAY SO. We have 1990s Ed. He's a legendary Broadway performer known mostly as a dancer but he's been getting a bit sick of it, but also doesn't know what he'd want to do next since he's still relatively young. He keeps putting it off until he injures his knee in a show and can no longer dance, and now he's forced to actually figure out what he's going to do next.

While he's depressed and recovering, he passes the time watching old black and white musicals. He discovers the dance team of Stede Bonnet and Mary Allamby (loosely inspired by Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, who were baby's first hyperfixation as a pre-teen, making this a VERY exciting project for me personally) and is immediately in awe of Stede, although surprised he's never heard of him before.

Through some hand-waving, Ed eventually realizes he's able to talk to Stede through the TV, and then later that he's actually able to enter the TV itself and exist in Stede's world. Except it's not just the 1930s. Stede's literally been living in a kind of grayscale purgatory that looks like his film sets. He has no concept of the passage of time, or even exactly what happened that caused him to be stuck there, and he's the only real person existing there, until Ed shows up.

Naturally they quickly fall in love, but they have a bit of a star-crossed lovers thing going on because they can't FULLY be together, and they also have different wants in life. For Ed, he LOVES being in this black and white world. He's in love with Stede, his knee doesn't bother him there, he gets to explore these really cool art deco film sets, he doesn't have to think about what he's going to do with his life. He gets to just be happy. For him, being in a black and white world cut off from everyone else but Stede is a small and worthy sacrifice for all that.

But Stede's been trapped there for 60 years with no sign of escape, and he misses being in the real world. He loves having Ed there and loves Ed, but he also wonders what else is out there. He misses being out in the real world and seeing everything in color and experiencing life off a Hollywood film set that was specifically designed to be entirely escapist for filmgoers looking to get away from their problems during the Great Depression.

So the bulk of the story is about Ed and Stede navigating their relationship and how they can really be together, as well as uncovering what happened to Stede in the first place that caused him to be trapped. It's got big themes of authenticity, acceptance, the temptation of avoidance, and being comfortable in the unknown. Influences that have wormed their way in include The Giver, Pleasantville, The Red Shoes, Barbie (lol), The Haunting of Hill House, Zaslav being a fuckhead, and an experimental art film called The Afterlight. It's taken me a LONG time to plan it because the world-building was really complex and there were a ton of little nuances to sort out, but I'm finally in a good place to really start writing it. I'm very excited because there are at least two REALLY sad scenes in it that I am 😈 about. But DEFINITELY a happy ending with a huge thread of hope running throughout, and is ultimately about creating a life for yourself where you can be your most authentic self, as terrifying as that may be.

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE I LOVE YOU. 💕

[heartfullofleeches]

Can we get a small look into an au where reader actually makes a deal with Baron and how and if their life would be any different than the normal universe. Would Baron be more possessive, would he be able to read reader's mind or control them etc. ?

Tw: brieft mention of drugging

Things would definitely be.. different.

I don't think Baron would change much personally wise on the surface, but there is a literal bond between you that makes his presence a permanent factor in your life and brings out the devil in him more. Might up the possessiveness a bit for reasons I'll explain now.

By giving him your blood and your first order, the contract is sealed. You will be required to consume a dot of his blood to solidify the connection, but this may have negative results as well due to his father being the blood devil.

There are different levels of this class, but due to who his parents are, Baron is pretty higher up in ranking. I say this to bring up the next point that those at his level can actually deny orders given by their owner unless it's brought on by strong emotion, and even command you to a certain degree. He would feel terrible about doing so, but he'll do what he must to make you his.

As the name contract demon goes, he can change the rules of your agreement however he pleases. For example, instead of your soul, all he wants is to put a ring on your finger. You'll still be damned to hell after death, but you can roll on in with your loving spouse at your side.

While they can't outright give wealth unless they steal it, Contract demons are able to boost their owner's luck and fortune in various fields to where its like money falls from the sky. This might bring some eyes your way which will probably make Baron jealous. Their whole goal is to give a human whatever they desire so its best that they know when you're happy or sad - or when you're lying. It's not quite mind-reading, but he would be able to detect lies and half truths to the point you'd almost think he could actually read your mind.

Due to your connection through the contract, whatever damage is inflected on you is inflected on him and vice versa. He would never hurt you, but this doesn't just with pain. Say for example, if Baron took some sleeping medication, he may feel like a tad drowsy, but suddenly you're out cold. How odd- Oh well, nap time! Guess that little date with your colleague will have to be rescheduled, to never. This bond also further proves his point that you are his mate as he mentions its one of the strongest bonds with a mortal he's ever had. He bets you can feel it, can't you? How hard his hearts beat against his chest when he's around you. The rage he feels when others look at you like that. It's better to stay home with him, right? Where he can protect you. Always.

How I see it, you'll be living the life of your dreams with everything you desire just a word away, but they'll be no one to share it with - besides your dear demon husband

[rochelle-echidna]

@micheladee tagged me in the "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon, so figured I'd go through my Word docs and see what I could find - thank you so much for the tag, Michela :)

Truth be told, if y'all will allow me to vent a bit first... it's been a bit of a shitter these last couple years, especially wrt getting any sort of writing done. Never mind with fics (of which I feel awful I've barely started anything new, even the WIP below is from last year) - but I've also been trying to finally write a novel of my own after realising I really, really want to... and the words just aren't coming. Whether it's because of fear of ridicule, fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, fear of financial stresses, fear of whatever... it's been really fucking rough since my spouse and I moved cross-country, and I've def been feeling ashamed at my lack of creative output :(

On the bright side, I'm getting some help with therapy and I'm doing a couple workshops to get me back into the swing of being creative so that I can tackle the work-life balance and not feel like the entirety of my (and my spouse's) survival rests squarely on my shoulders. Whether that means I'll be able to post any new work soon is up for debate, but honestly just taking these baby steps is better than nothing, so I'll take what I can get (and my body + mind can give).

And I know there's no "admission fee" to partake in fandom, but I still feel I'd be remiss if I didn't offer a huge apology for not positing fics recently, and especially for not commenting on fics y'all have made in these last several months - please believe me when I say I see y'all's work and it's great and makes me feel so many necessary things, even if I'm not able to type the words on AO3 atm.

Anyhow, just wanted to share an update with y'all and let you know I'm still here, still alive... just taking it one day at a time for now in order to keep my sanity strong!

Enjoy this little snippet of a WIP below, and I tag whoever so chooses to participate in this game - even if I'm quiet, I love seeing everything you lovely people write :D

When he was thrust back to reality in his own body, there was the usual disorientation that was to be expected of someone summoned through the dark arts. After all, if the infamous Thief King from 3,000 years ago had existed as a separate being before, there was no reason Malik’s other half couldn’t, too. Except… Ryou Bakura hadn’t exactly planned for this extra passenger to crawl his way back from the shadows alongside the former spirit. And what “Malik’s other half” – the phrase enough to make said individual gag – definitely hadn’t expected was for such confusion to be tainted by a profound sadness… one that had permeated his entire being for the last six months. Or however long it had been. Malik had gotten what he’d wanted, Ryou had gotten what he wanted, the Thief King had kind of gotten what he wanted – and all that “Malik’s other half” had gotten was a sense of displacement, dysmorphia and disdain. “You know… he’s welcome to stay here, Malik.” “You weren’t conscious during that damned duel fifteen years ago, host. Just be glad you weren’t privy to his cruelty firsthand.” “He’s right, Ryou. You’ve done enough already. There’s no need to put yourself in more danger.” “But there’s not much harm he can do now. I mean—" “I can hear you all.” Three pairs of eyes had greeted him when he’d first turned over on a – soft – bed. His hands had been bound, and he’d growled and snarled so much that he’d made Malik and the Thief King back up – but not the white-haired man in-between them. “You probably have lots of questions right now. And…” The blush that formed on the man’s cheeks had sent a – strange – shiver down his spine, warming his bound wrists. “I’m sorry I don’t have many answers.” He had merely hmphed at that, avoiding eye contact with his “main personality” and the thief who’d dared face him. Instead, he focused on the wide eyes of the man who must have been called— “Ryou… it’s no use. We need to send him back before he does some real damage again.” “Snap out of it, landlord. Just look at how he’s staring at you.” But the man – Ryou – had just tilted his head and let loose a very small smile. “What’s your name?”