#and i wish these came out better but i’ve been tugging my hair out over this set all day

[lilacevans]

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! Reader/OC

“Lucien,” Eris growled, stalking over to his sobbing and heavily pregnant mate, his brother could only stand there awkwardly, in a fruitless attempt to soothe her.

“I swear I had no part in this!” The Emissary raised his hands in mock surrender as his sister in law continued to cry, unrelenting tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

Eris sighed, and whilst he wished she would stay inside like the Healers had recommended, he couldn’t deny her anything.

His only request was that his brother chaperone her should she feel restless, especially if he happened to be caught up in meetings he was unable to be in absence of.

Eris gently removed his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, overly paranoid that she would catch a chill in her weakened state and ignored the way Lucien rolled his eyes at his brother’s worrying.

Lucien knew, beneath everything, the feared High Lord of Autumn was nothing but a softie. A mama’s boy who would do anything for his wife should she merely ask of it.

He was certain Eris would have surrendered even his own crown- the one he had spent centuries suffering for, if it meant she was happy.

“I can’t understand what she’s saying,” Lucien was almost just as panicked, knowing whatever was wrong he’d surely be blamed for it.

“Well, we both know how successful you are with the ladies,” Eris drawled and Lucien snarled at the reference to his own mate. “My work is done for the day, you may leave.”

Lucien bowed and sent one lasting gaze at the two of them, admittedly unnerved by her frantic state.

Until recently he had never seen her cry in the many years of knowing her, and whilst he would never admit it out loud, she had always been his favourite member of the Inner Circle.

“My love,” Eris soothed her by playing with her hair, she had found solace against his hard chest as she let out small gasps, taking comfort in his scent as he provided comforting waves of love down the bond. “Tell me, what is making you so upset, hmm?”

His words held no taunt as she sniffled, and he would never tell her that he found it rather endearing how she looked- so vulnerable with her cheeks aflame and violet eyes glossy.

“T-That hawk!” She whimpered, a shaky hand moving to point at the tree before them, and only he could’ve understood her choked out words as they were sobbed into him. “I-It pushed a p-poor baby b-bird out of i-its nest a-and-“ the next part was too horrific for her to say and she cried harder as Eris sighed, stroking the back of her neck.

Oh, for anyone to see her now.

The Crown Princess of the Night Court, feared magic wielder who helped slaughter many in the war and High Lady of Autumn, brought to tears- over a baby bird.

He supposed it had something to do with the little flame growing in her stomach.

“E-Eri I want you to kill it,” the soft tone of her voice betrayed its sentiment as he paused his ministrations for a moment, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Make it p-pay for s-slaughtering that d-defenceless creature!”

He withheld a chuckle at the irony of her demand, pressing a light kiss to the crown of her head before adjusting their position so her back was flush against his front.

His chin grazed her scalp as he effortlessly flicked his hand, the unassuming hawk turning to ash in an instant as she watched in satisfaction.

No matter how silly, trivial or frivolous her demand, he would always comply.

“Better now my love?” He crooned as she became giddy, throwing her arms around his neck as he breathed in her scent- a sickly sweet smell of a youngling mixed with his own.

It brought a new possessiveness- pride within him to know she now carried his smell with her, a subtle hint of spice and ember imbedded in her natural twinge of jasmine.

He felt her heart soar as she tugged against his own through the bond, her soft cheek nuzzling against his rough hand which came to gently rub at her damp skin.

“I’ve missed you,” she mumbled, as he unwittingly melted at her words, thinking he might never get used to the love she had shown him- insisted that he deserved.

“You saw me this morning Bunny,” he teased as she pouted.

“That was hours ago!” She insisted guiding his calloused palm to her slightly protruding stomach. “I need you…We need you.”

He couldn’t help a genuine smile overtaking his wry smirk, feeling the life they created flicker beneath their joined hands.

“It seems our little ember agrees,” he mused and despite his biting fear of her upcoming labour, as everyone knew- Fae births were not only extremely rare, but horrifically dangerous, despite it all he was happy.

Despite what having a child would mean, a new threat to him he had no doubt people would take advantage of, he couldn’t help but feel at peace too.

At peace with himself. At peace with his mate and their unborn baby which would soon complete their little makeshift family.

[yinses]

pairing: gn! reader x hantengu clones (sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi) rating: explicit warnings: absolute filth with no plot. oral sex, creampie, unprotected sex. general demon shenanigans that i'll be speak to my therapist about under duress a/n: nobody @ me about this. blame this tiktok and many more that came before. i'm going back on hiatus before i embarrass myself more.

they never split off with out reason or insentive. it certainly took you a few years to realize as shared body between several minds meant just as many twisted ambitions and desires. around you, they were rarely ‘one’. the singularity know as hantengu was meant to fold itself as a rouse inorder not to seem as a challenge to the other ranked upper demons; there was enough posturing within the top three alone.

but frankly, it was hardly an issue, because despite the ceaseless mission appointed by muzan, there was rarely every a need for them to be present as one. or as such had been the truth of the mater for nearly a century now.

it was in this instance, that four minds were better than one truly had the strongest effect. because whereas the rest of their brethren had to divide their time in order to achieve their assignments, the hantegu only needed to divide themselves in order to appease both muzan and you.

SEKIDO

with you sekido’s anger is compressed into the tightest ball of frustration as he tempers every urge to ruin you for himself and everyone else. a heavy groan blows past his lips as his grip on your legs flexes—once, twice and thrice more— as he regains enough clarity not to hurt you as he folds your body into a tighter mating press.

even this fucked out, this absolutely cock drunk and choking on the amount of orgasms he’s drug you through, you have the audacity to look like you could take more. how spoiled you have become during your journey to please all of his brothers. sekido’s fists the sheets above your head as he rolls his hips harder, balls slapping against your ass as he soaks in your soft sighs of pleasure. he absolutely knows you’d let him tears as many climaxes from you as he wanted and still roll over to the others after. the thought should make him so angry—

“am i doing okay, sekido? is it still good for you?”

fuck

sekido ignores you in favor of watching your eyes cross with pleasure as he pounds you raw. and more so, until you're mewling and involuntarily fighting against the firm press of his body as you spaz through the aftershocks.

for once, he wishes he were a lesser man so that he could relish in the scratches that would have surly marked anything other than the demon blood coursing through his veins. but for now, he was satisfied with the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance.

“yes, you were good. always so good for me.”

KARAKU

the only thing karaku was obsessed with more than the sight of you, was the image of you watching yourself from your position bent over with him seated behind. karaku split through his own commands as his hand curls into your hair with a tug, drawing you back just enough where you hovered off the ground. it was a precarious position for you, vulnerable, as you couldn’t rely on the hands tied behind your back to rescue you should he decided to unceremoniously let go.

of course, that was the last thing on your mind as his lips brushed against your ear.

“such a pretty thing you stay. it’s amazing the integrity you manage to cling to despite taking all our cocks.”

he doesn't expect an answer. how could you with how hoarse and wrung out your throat was from the weight of him and the screams. so maybe it was a touch cruel the way his hand landed a harsh slap against your ass when you didn't even try.

“no gratitude for me? after all i’ve done for you?”

what you do release is a strangled moan as he slips out of your heat, while his hand taps the sloppy weight of his cock against the red swell of your backside. his amusement clear as he jerks his fist again to remind you to open your eyes. as expected, those tears came bubbling free the moment your lids opened.

“see that’s what i mean.” with no warning, he slides his cock back home, shoving your face back into the mat. “so.” he pistons again. “fucking.” and again. “pretty.”

you may not be able to speak, but he still manages to make you sob. and for them that is enough.

AIZETSU

he had the echoed memories of his 'brothers'. how they molded your body to be pliable to their needs. it certainly made for an arousing cinematography—seeing you laid out, bent over and put on display for their pleasure. it help him soak in the uniqueness of his own preferences even more as he kept himself upright against the wall.

in his own personal opinion, he thought you looked best like this, tongue lolling sloppy against your lower lip as you slammed down against his thighs. you were an absolute mess as you bounced up and down, finding a rhythm that suited you both. it left aizetsu entranced as he reached out to cup your chest and squeeze.

“you’re beautiful.” and he means it as he pants, running his other hand along the curve of your torso in an offer. eventually your legs would give out, they always did. compared to the fire coursing through your veins as exhaustion strained your muscles, he had not even scratched the surface of his stamina.

and yet despite the glaring facts, you urge yourself through it all, ramping up the intensity as your nails dig into his shoulder for purchase. it’s obviously too much for you and you're bound to pass out at his rate, but you don’t stop. aizetsu can feel the determination emanating from you pushing on regardless, wanting this for more than yourself, for him.

his eyes rolled back and a whimper escaped his lips as he sat back and let you take. its intoxicating everything, your body against his, the way you clench so desperately around his heavy length. and the sounds; sloppy, squelching sounds from the concoction of his releases and yours. his brother’s might call him weak for scumming to something as human as overstimulation.

but if this was what letting you have a sliver of power gave him, then it only strengthened his inclinations.

UROGI

he was aware that each and everyone one of them pushed you past the brink of exhaustion. it couldn’t be helped, even if it was only one of them, you were already facing a steep obstacle. so with this knowledge, it wasn’t necessarily him taking an advantage. you were equally as eager to please as he was to receive.

sometimes he can’t properly handle his need for you. it starts with the possessive arm wrapped under you to bring your slumped form back to your knees as he fucks you through your last peak and into another. he’s relentless as he mouths and bites against your shoulder and neck, fingers stimulating you further as they twist and pinch at your nipples.

at this point, he’s sure the pleasure is numbing; he lost count after ten and didn’t see an end point yet. it could be accounted as cruel, the way he angles his hips to reach even deeper inside. but even as the perpetrator, you would never complain. instead, tears roll down your cheeks as you clench around him anyway, soaking in the endless strings of curses falling from his lips.

“you want more don’t you? you always do.” had to, no doubt conditioned from their attentions to only want them and nothing else.

urogi still gets you to scream, every time beyond this point, as he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into you. you were amazing, always exceeding their expectations despite the way they were surely running you into the ground.

and maybe in, perhaps not. to him, you’d already earned your worth. pephas with time, it would amount to something above mortality.

you’d already given up on humanity after all.

[mizusnose]

ahem so I just read your college fuckboy mizu headcanons (which I loved) and was wondering if I could request a lil something about fuckboy mizu genuinely liking the reader so she makes changes to convince the reader she's serious. Reader would probs be SUPER skeptical bc casual relationships isn't their thing but it'd be so cute. Obvs you can just ignore this if you don't want to do it my mind has just been mizu brainrot lately

so i’ve been letting this one marinate for a bit BUT: reader who gets together with Taigen to spite Mizu who won’t get serious for reader. Cue the jealousy, club shenanigans, and poet mizu (!!)

boyfriend by dove cameron for max brainrot

———

Taigen was a fine boyfriend. All things considered. He was better than most of the guys you’d been with before, and he had a motorcycle that he’d let you take pics with and post them on your feed.

But, he wasn’t Mizu.

This point had been made several times. Mostly on Taigen’s end. His constant whining of I see the way you look at her, god I bet you thought I was a woman huh, better yet—you wished I was her huh!

He wasn’t wrong, necessarily. It wasn’t your fault you’d gotten bored and decided to go to Taigen’s fencing practice. It wasn’t like you’d intended on falling head over heels for the hot butch lesbian who had a mean smirk and a sweaty jaw when she whooped Taigen’s ass.

You still remembered the way she had her neck bared, her hair falling over her shoulders, the beat of her heart nestled in between her collarbones, the dark green of her veins under her skin.

So, yeah, maybe you did have a thing for Mizu, who may or may not be your boyfriend’s biggest rival.

Heavy quotations on the rival part since Mizu didn’t give a shit that Taigen hated her—in fact, she didn’t care that the majority of the lesbians, bisexual, and bi-curious girls on campus hated her guts.

But that was what made her interesting.

You’d thought about it often: her, telling you to leave as soon as you’d come on her tongue or strap or fingers, (whatever was fine, you weren’t picky.) and you’d feel that tug in your tummy and your jaw would relax and fall open and—

“hah, did you come?”

And then you’d be back where you started: dating Taigen and fucking him and not being able to enjoy it or come or anything.

The thing was this: You’d only ever been in long-term relationships. Never dabbled in casual one night stands that Mizu was rumored to stick by. Even if you did want her, her time was limited. And you didn’t exactly love sharing.

So, when Taigen complained about having to go out this weekend to “bond or some teammate trust building shit, pfft, as if we aren’t trying to kill each other every practice. Not to mention Mizu will be there,” You convinced him to go, and for you to tag along. As moral support of course.

Now as much as Taigen loved telling you how much he hated Mizu, he liked coming to the thought of her much more. You’d done it quite often, bring Mizu up in sex, the way she’d fence and made him look like a fucking loser. How good she’d look kissing you, having you, taking you away from him. You’d both come then, not just him.

So you supposed it wasn’t that weird to be crushing over Mizu. Especially when the weekend came and the alcohol was sweet and fizzy and the wine dark and bitter, and the club lights shimmering on Mizu’s skin, her hair, her hands as she came up behind you.

“Hey.” She said. Simple, easy, confident. Her hands brushed your exposed back, the bend of your hip, the jut of your ribs.

“Hi.” You said. Sultry, warm, quiet so she’d have to twist closer to hear you when you gasped as she held your waist, tighter this time. A little mean, “I have a boyfriend.”

And she’d chuckle, and pull away and quirk her dark eyebrow up, “Really? Him?” A barely there glance at Taigen who was with the other fencing team members taking body shots off one another, “I could be a better boyfriend than him, you know.”

She spun you around, the steady heat of her palm always on you, “You know me.” It wasn’t a question. You saw the way Mizu’s eyes dragged across your body on her way over, her tongue on her lips as she stared. She knew you were Taigen’s girlfriend.

“Been watching.” She brought you closer, shifted her hands and then you were close. Closer than you’d ever been to her before.

She smelled heady and like pinewood. The plane of her chest was defined, sturdy, and you wondered if she had small breasts, if they were sensitive.

“Can’t believe I almost went home when you’re here—all alone.” She smirked, the same damned smirk you’d replay in your mind as you masturbated and thought of her, “Think I might just steal you from him, hm?”

Her hands slipped up your back, to the bottom of your nape, a demanding grip: there one second, gone the next. She watched your face, your lips, your neck.

“Does this usually work on other girls?”

You pushed away then, your legs wobbly and your underwear damp. You wanted, but you knew exactly what Mizu thought of you: an easy thing, something of Taigen’s. Good for a night, forgotten the next.

So you straightened your clothes, and met Mizu’s confused gaze, “I have a boyfriend.”

Mizu’s mouth twitched. Barely. But you’d caught it as you turned, and headed to the bartop. Even if Mizu was who you’d wanted, being a one-night stand wasn’t what you wanted.

So, you walked back over to Taigen, beers in hand, and watched Mizu as you kissed him wide and dirty. Her glare a steely weight in your belly, and on your beating cunt.

You’d make Mizu yours, one way or another.

——-

Let’s make this a 2 parter. Poet mizu will have to wait. Thanks for the ask :)

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 6 of Kinktober: Having an Affair with Jack Chambers

pairing: jack chambers x fem!reader

warning: eating out, riding, protected sex.

Y/N’s POV

I moved into Victory a year ago and I’ve been having an affair with Jack Chambers. We go somewhere private secretly so no one can’t see us.

One night, his wife Alice, went out for a girls night but I didn’t want to go so I lied about me being sick, meaning, fucking around with Jack. When the coast was clear, I went to the house and Jack immediately let me in the house.

“I’ve waited so long for this Y/N/N.” Jack says pulling me into him.

“What’re waiting for Jack, I’m here, take me somewhere that you make me beg for you.” I say making his face be close to mine.

Jack takes me to a counter and makes my dress go up so he can see my new lingerie I bought. The way his smirk grows, I’m so ready for him to fuck me up. He makes me take off some of the lingerie off and eats me out while I’m still sitting on the counter, I tug on his hair and gasp while I lean my head back. I position my right heel on his left shoulder blade which made him hold my right leg in place so I couldn’t move it at all.

“Fuck!” I scream.

He’s so good at this it makes me think that my husband is lousy in bed.

Jack stops eating me out and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, he takes me to his bedroom, He lays me down and takes his clothes off which made me want him even more. When he got fully naked, I made him get down to my level and he wraps his arms around my body and takes me to the end of the bed. He gets a condom from his nightstand and put it on his cock. He fucks me, I scratch his back each time he went harder into me. I take control a bit, I flip us over to make me on top of him.

I feel my strap falling off, Jack unzips my lingerie and I take it off. I can tell he wants me, I position myself to ride him. I took him so well, Jack leans up to face me and we kiss, I moan into the kiss.

“Ja- Fuck.” I moan while he gives me love bites on my neck.

“You’re so much better than my wife.” He moans continues giving me love bites.

“Why you say that?” I stop him giving me bites.

“She’s been acting crazy lately, I think you already know.” He looks at me.

“Yeah, she has been crazy, that dinner the other night, her crazy idea about Victory and you looking at her when Frank talked about her at his house.” I said.

“I know that she would lie, you don’t lie at all.” Jack touches my cheek.

“I mean the food was good.” I chuckle.

“I think your food is better.” He says.

“Jack!” I chuckle.

“It’s the truth.” He makes us do nose to nose.

We continue kissing and fucking each other, Alice catches us.

“Jack!?” Alice in a scared way.

Jack and I look at Alice, I get embarrassed, I hide my naked body and I look at Jack who has a kinda of an embarrassed face.

“How long has this been going on?” Alice questions.

“A several months.” Jack says.

Alice’s face looks mortified and she walks out of the room.

Ever since that day I’ve been at home not going to any parties or clubs with Jack and he’s friends. I’m so embarrassed, I wish that I never came here or met Jack. Thank god we stayed protected. I hate myself. Fuck Victory!

[umbrify]

Wip Wednesday! Today, I’ve got a snippet of one of @made-nondescript and I’s longest standing AU’s, the fWhimmy Mer AU

There’s someone else at the docks.

He hadn’t noticed until he made it most of the way down the narrow path, the hardy desert shrubbery obscuring his view. But, there’s definitely someone else here— looks like they’ve gone for a swim? They’re right near the end of the twin set of docks— if he could even call them that, at this point— and he can just barely catch the flashes of movement through the gentle waves.

And, Jimmy supposes, it can’t possibly be that unusual, though he’s never seen someone else here before. But, well, that’s not about to stop him, really. He trudges down the rocky beach regardless, the full moon overhead lighting his path.

—

fWhip spends a lot of time here, at night. The quiet waves lapping at the shore, and the sky’s reflection in the water… it’s peaceful. Relaxing. He enjoys it. Good for a late night swim by the coast. Might even find something good here to take home, if he’s lucky.

What’s not so relaxing, is that someone else has just thrown themself down on the docks, huffing loudly.

Not exactly what fWhip had in mind, for tonight. Well, too late to leave now, he’s already been seen.

“Uh— hey man…?” fWhip says cautiously.

The man heaves a sigh, blond hair falling into his eyes as he rests his tanned arms on his knees, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Hey,” the man says, “long night for you as well, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” fWhip pulls himself partly out of the water, using his arms to prop himself up on the docks. “What’s, uh— you wanna talk about it?”

The man sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just— it’s a lot of work, you know! So many things came up today, and—“ he throws his arms in the air, “I can’t be everywhere at once!”

fWhip’s brow furrows slightly, confused. What exactly this guy is talking about, he can’t say for sure. But… asking him to clarify doesn’t really seem like the correct move here, fWhip thinks.

“Yeah, I get you,” he offers slowly instead.

He can’t say he finds himself in a situation like this often— or ever, really.

Gem’s not gonna be happy.

He shakes his head lightly— problems for future fWhip, he figures. Luckily, it seems like this stranger isn’t paying him much mind.

“And it’s just—“ the man leans back, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, “I know Joel was busy too, I get that. But I wish he could’ve— I dunno! Helped a bit more?”

fWhip tilts his head to one side, letting out a questioning hum.

Joel?

“It’s not his fault, really. I’m not mad. He was busy,” the man waves a hand in the air idly, “now that we’re in the dry season, he’s got a lot of planning to do, improvements and whatnot— I get it. I really do. It’s just—“ he cuts himself off with a groan.

fWhip can’t help but feel just a little bit… baffled, by this whole thing. New day, new experience, he supposes. He figures it’s best to play along, just in case.

He does sink a little bit lower into the water, though. Just in case.

“And, you know,” the man continues, “I was in the office all afternoon, doing— might I say, a ridiculous amount of paperwork, how could there possibly be so much—“ he exhales sharply. “I had other things I wanted to do. The horses needed to be brushed today. He didn’t even brush the horses.”

“He didn’t even brush the horses,” fWhip echos. “That sucks, man.”

Horses…? Like… seahorses? And he brushes them?

“But,” the man speaks quickly, “Pix needed my help, and it’s not like I’m gonna say no— it needed to be done anyway— it wasn’t gonna get done on its own!”

A strong gust of wind blows over from the ocean. The man shivers slightly, tugging his sleeves down. fWhip draws his arms closer to his chest, one hand reaching up to fiddle absentmindedly with the gold chain around his neck.

“It’s not like I had anything better to do, but I had things I’d rather have been doing, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah no, I feel you,” fWhip says.

What in the world is this guy on about?

“It feels like this day’s been a week long, at least,” the man grumbles, pulling a hand across his face, “and I can’t sleep, but I feel dead tired anyway.” He laughs, dryly. “What a scam, right?”

Now, that, fWhip understands. “I’ve had days like that before, for sure,” he agrees, “it’s… rough.”

That day may as well have been a century long, for all the difference it would’ve made. Oli’s shouts for help, and Joey— gods, Joey… splinters of some sort of wood embedded into his skin, blood trickling from each wound, staining the water around them a sickening peachy red. He'd never seen anything quite like it before. He never wants to again. fWhip blinks quickly, exhaling a sharp breath.

And after all that, to be told they had to leave…? Could barely even wait for Joey to recover before they had to go— and it’s not like they’d ever leave him behind, no. They had to go with him.

Maybe if he’d been there, or if they’d been quicker, maybe… maybe Joey wouldn’t have been hurt. He doesn’t know. fWhip shakes his head. Not the time.

“I’ll get over it,” the man mutters, seemingly oblivious to fWhip’s blank, faraway look. The man rests his chin on his hands as he pulls himself into a sitting position, sighing softly.

An uneasy quiet rests over them as the man stares blankly out over the ocean, stars shimmering in the water’s reflection. fWhip’s eyes briefly dart away, out towards the sea.

Maybe… would he notice if I—

“Oh, I’m Jimmy, by the way,” the man— Jimmy, says suddenly, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?”

—

“Uh—“ the man in the water stutters, “I don’t uh— don’t get out much, you could say?”

“Don’t get out much, huh?” Jimmy muses, casting a brief glance at the man, who’s sopping ginger hair obscures most of his features. He’s able to catch sight of a single golden chain around the man’s neck, glinting softly in the moonlight as he twists it between his fingers. “Did I ever catch your name?”

“It’s— uh—“ the man’s eyes dart out towards the ocean before snapping back to Jimmy’s face. “It’s fWhip.”

Jimmy hums a noncommittal note, looking back over the ocean, waves lapping gently against the docks. He rests his head fully onto his arms, eyes drooping slightly.

Jimmy takes a sort of comfort, in the quiet. Wind rustles softly through the trees, casting ripples across the water. He takes a slow, deep breath, letting his shoulders relax. It’s awful nice down here, what with how the dense shrubbery dampens any ambient sounds from the town nearby. It’s peaceful, even with the company.

Of all nights he’d find someone else here, he reckons tonight would make the most sense. Can’t blame anyone for wanting to take some time away from it all— he knows he sure needed it— and these docks, despite their age, have always been nice this time of the year. He runs a hand across the old planks, picking idly at a small patch of moss growing into the wood.

Honestly, Jimmy finds he rather doesn’t mind the company at all. Makes it a bit less spooky here, at night, and the guy seems nice enough.

He is dreadfully tired, though. Perhaps he ought to head back soon. Still plenty to do tomorrow, after all. Really, his time spent here could’ve been much better spent elsewhere— either sleeping at home, or even just getting a bit more done.

Always more, isn’t there?

fWhip clears his throat.

“I think I’m gonna head out now,” he says.

“Yeah, alright, see you later man,” Jimmy mumbles, not looking up.

A soft splash, and then, silence, once more. Jimmy blinks slowly. He really better make his way home, too, before he’s too tired to get back up that trail without tripping over his own feet.

Or, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore is almost a bit hypnotic, and Jimmy finds himself spacing out for a moment longer, staring blankly out towards the sea.

Wait.

Jimmy sits up suddenly, whipping his head around behind him, before sharply turning back to the water. The dock next to him is dry, save for the faint wet imprint of fWhip’s arms on the far side. He stands.

Where did that guy just go?

He can’t see any sort of water tracks across the docks— and there would’ve been, right? That guy was in the water the whole time, surely there would’ve been.

And why was he in the water anyway, this late at night?

And who was he?

Jimmy rubs his eyes blearily. Perhaps he’s more tired than he realized. Surely he’s just— he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to think. He shakes his head, making his way back up the path into town.

He’ll think about it again in the morning.

[x-atlas-x]

Yugi could remember the last time he’d felt this heartbroken. He remembered sitting outside with tears streaming down his cheeks. He remembered clutching his knees to his chest, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

He admired the full moon and glittering stars above him through his blurry vision. He vowed to never let himself feel this way, but it had happened again. It happened twice, and he was beyond furious with himself.

How could he be so stupid?

He heard footsteps behind him. He quickly wiped his tears and covered the sound of his sniffles with a cough muffled into his sleeve.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re not bawling your eyes out.”

“I’m not,” He grumbled. “It’s just allergies.”

“I’ve been standing here for the past five minutes. I know you’ve been crying this whole time.”

Yugi rolled his eyes at Atem’s inability to respect his privacy. He peered over at him when his roommate sat down beside him.

“You really suck. You shouldn’t watch someone while they’re having a pity party,” Yugi huffed. “It’s strictly private business.”

“To be fair, I came out here to tell you that the shower’s available for you—you know, like you asked,” Atem’s cocky smirk didn’t make him feel any better. “It’s not my fault I accidentally stumbled out here while you’re weeping all over the place.”

Yugi sighed, “Yeah, well, you should’ve walked away as soon as you realized it.”

“Maybe,” Atem shrugged. “I suppose it’s a good thing you’re not doing this in the shower. You would definitely run out of hot water—though, that would’ve been amusing to hear…”

“You just love to watch me suffer,” Yugi mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Only when it’s harmless,” Atem frowned. “I’m sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yugi muttered. “It happened regardless of whether or not I deserved it.”

“Your boy—I mean, ex—was a prick.”

“He didn’t act that way when we first started dating.”

“They never do,” Atem hummed, “but they have to start showing their true colors at some point.”

“After a year and a half of being together?” Yugi winced when he felt another rush of tears flooding his eyes. “God, I thought I fucking knew him so well, but—“

“You didn’t,” Atem finished. “He’s notorious for that. He woos people, butters them up, then dumps them out of the blue. He always makes them feel like they’re the problem, when they’re not. You’re not the problem, Yugi. He is.”

“I guess…” Yugi trailed off. “I hate feeling like this. I wish it didn’t hurt so much.”

“I know,” Atem wrapped an arm around Yugi’s shoulders and pulled him into his side. “It’ll be okay, though. You’ll move on, and you’ll get over him at some point. He’s not worth dwelling over.”

Yugi nodded and swallowed around the lump in his throat. He laid his head on Atem’s shoulder, then timidly asked, “Will you stay with me?”

“I will. If it gets any colder, though, I’m dragging your ass inside. My hair’s wet, and I’m not risking getting hypothermia.”

Yugi playfully scoffed, “It’s not that cold out here.”

“You’re not the one with wet hair.”

“Good point.”

They lost track of how much time they spent out there. At some point, Atem tugged Yugi to his feet and led him inside, complaining about his hair still being damp. They bid each other a good night, then disappeared into their respective rooms to get some sleep.

And if Yugi wandered into Atem’s room in the middle of the night, then that was nobody else’s business but his own.

[no1partyturner]

so I’m new to this,but seeing alex at a baseball game made me want to start writing so here we are.

just a little (very random) piece about alex dragging reader to the baseball game,obviously inspired by the infamous “how to lose a guy in ten days” basketball game scene.

Also,english is not my first language so please be kind! love ya!

“but Alex,it’s boring!” y/n said,playing with his fingers.

they had just woken up in sunny Chicago,where Alex and the band had performed a successful show the night before.

“I know,my love,but Matt got tickets and I already said yes” Alex tried to reason with her,sighing and looking at her as if trying to persuade her to go with him.

“well,doesn’t change the fact that it’s boring! I don’t even know how baseball works…do you?“ she giggled and playfully bit his index finger

“ow! hey,stop that!” he said and took his hand away from her,then proceeded to get up from the bed in their hotel suite “we are going and it’s final. wear some light clothing,it’s hot outside” and with that,he disappeared in the bathroom.

y/n sighs and quietly mocked his accent saying “we are going and it’s final”,thinking and hoping he won’t hear.

however,when a dry “oi,watch your mouth” came from the bathroom,she realized he had,in fact,heard her.

a few hours later,Alex was getting ready in what now seemed to be his uniform:a black jacket,his jeans button up and dark blue pants.

she giggled as she watched him get ready,then approached him and hugged him from the behind.

“are you still mad at me?” she pouted

“I’m not mad…just wish you’d listen to me more” he corrected her,turning around to look at her with a strict,yet loving look on his face.

“ok,I’m sorry! you’ve been grumpy all day,can you forgive me? I’ll come to that game with you ok?” she answered,looking at the portion of his chest that was exposed by his shirt.

“yeah,it’s alright,you’re all forgiven. now get ready and don’t you try and make us late so we can’t go anymore” Alex stated,knowing her ways all too well by now,and she giggled before kissing the chest she was admiring earlier.

“Ok ok,I’ll go and get ready!”

she said,locking herself in the bathroom to put on a cute sundress and a pair of sneakers.

she opted for a light make up and let her wavy hair down,then came out of the bathroom to show Alex her final look.

“how do I look?” she asked,happily doing a little twirl to show him better

“you look gorgeous my love,you’ll be the prettiest girl at that game,that’s for sure” Alex responded,walking towards her to hug her close to him and kiss her forehead gently.

She shivered,a simple gesture such as a forehead kiss able to make her feel giddy and full of butterflies in her stomach.

To say the baseball game was boring her would have been an understatement.

She was looking around the venue to try and distract herself from what was happening on the pitch,which seemed to be entertaining both Matt and Alex a lot.

She then remembered a tiktok she had seen a few days before about a girl talking about pranking her boyfriend at a game by asking him to get her a soda,just like in that one scene from How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days.

She giggled to herself and softly tugged at Alex’s sleeve to get his attention.

“mhh?” he questioned,still not looking at her,but at the action on the pitch.

“Al,I’m really thirsty,could you get me a drink?” she asked as nicely as she could.

“uhm love,it’s really getting interesting here,how about you go and I wait for you here? here,I’ll pay for it!” Alex responded,his gaze now shifted on her,as he pulled out a banknote from his wallet.

“but Al…what if I get lost? I’ve never been to this place!” she whined

“I…can’t you wait,my love? the game is almost over..”

“ok…” she huffed and sat more comfortably on her seat

After a few minutes of silence she decided to annoy Alex a little more,calling it payback for dragging her to a game of a sport she had never even acknowledged before.

She got close to his ear and asked him,while hugging his arm “could you explain what’s going on in football terms?”

Alex sighed at her fake innocent tone but decided to just ignore her bratty attitude.

she huffed as she realized he was ignoring her.

“Allllll I’m sooooo thirsty” she said,once again,whining.

“god baby can’t you-“ he snapped,but stopped as soon as he saw the look in her eyes. that look.

Her big green eyes were staring up at him as if she was a baby deer,and he couldn’t help but soften a little and put his grumpiness on standby.

“okay my love,I’ll get you a drink” he sighed,trying to keep his cool and not snap at her. “you want a coke?” he asked her,placing his hand on her thigh

“zero! be careful ok? you know I don’t drink the normal one” she explained,knowing perfectly he already knew that detail,but still deciding to tell him just to annoy him a tiny bit more.

Alex sighed again and told Matt he was going to get her a drink.

As Alex left his seat,he caressed her hair and disappeared in the inside of the venue.

Y/n noticed Matt’s eyes on her. He was laughing and shaking his head as if to say “oh,I know what you’re doing”. She giggled as well,and playfully nudged him saying “hey,this is your fault for getting tickets! do you guys even like baseball?”

Matt just shrugs and keeps chuckling as he reverts his gaze back to the match.

After a while Alex came back to their seats and handed her a coke zero with a straw,going back to watching the action on the pitch with enthusiasm.

She decided to proceed with her plan,so she started drinking it and grimaced a little

“Al! this is not zero!” she whined.Alex’s head snapped to look at her in confusion

“what? my love I made sure to ask the guy for a zero coke,that’s definitely a zero coke” he responded,now clearly getting irritated by her childish attitude,but still somehow trying to keep calm.

“but I know it’s not! this is normal coke Al,I can taste it,I can tell the difference!”

“Well,nothing I can do about it really love,If you’re really thirsty just drink this and when the match is over I’ll get you a coke zero ok?” he says,and looks back at the pitch confused when he heard people cheering for something he didn’t-or couldn’t- pay attention to.

“could you go and get me another one? please I can’t drink this” She grimaced and Alex sighed

“y/n,really? can’t you just wait baby? it’s almost over!” he looked over at her,exhaustion in his eyes and she had to fight the urge to giggle.

“please? pretty please?” she begged him,and he only sighed and got up from his seat right when the crucial moment of the game was happening,to go and get her another drink.

When he got back,all he heard were cheers and he assumed the game was over.He sighed once again and hit his fist in frustration before approaching y/n again to hand her her coke,only to see she was already drinking the one he brought her earlier.

“oh Al,you were right,this was actually coke zero! I guess I was wrong” she giggled and poured,sipping on her drink

“w-what? I….” Alex stopped and just groaned. “what do I do with this now?” he asked her,irritated because she made him miss the end of the game for nothing.

“dunno…maybe Matt wants it” she said calmly and looked over at matt,who was cheering,and then turned to look at Alex

“oh yeah mate I could use a drink,thanks” Matt said,suppressing a laugh,as he took the drink from Alex’s hand.

Y/n giggled and kissed alex’s cheek,enjoying how grumpy and annoyed he was being.

Alex looked at her and whispered “you’re in for it tonight. so in for it.” ,to which she smiled excitedly and just held his hand as he dragged her out of the venue and to his car,driving towards their hotel.

She smiled to herself looking at the road from the car window,squirming in anticipation,imagining the things he’d do to her in that grumpy mood of his.

Safe to say,that night -just like every night- Alex didn’t disappoint and her expectations were exceeded.

[angelst4re]

jamie and y/n sextape just leaked

this request was from the beginning of august?? i swear i'm trying to work through them all!! <33 but here's something short and fun for now :)

Let's Make a Movie- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: read the request! :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! don't read if you're uncomfortable my love!

notes: i'm going to write a part 2 to this if you guys want :) ALSO can i just say i had counterfeit jamie in my mind whilst i wrote this...

“Jamie!” You push yourself up off the sofa and run to the door where your boyfriend stood, holding his arms out, inviting you in for a hug. “You’ve been gone for so long.” You frown, your face buried in his chest. 

“I know, I’m sorry you couldn’t come with us, baby. I missed you.” He says, stroking your hair as he holds you close to him, “what have you been upto, then?”

“Not much,” you begin to explain as he picks up his suitcase to take it upstairs, to which you follow him, “I’ve been super stressed out at work and then I’d come home and you wouldn’t be here…”

Jamie looks at you with an expression you knew all too well. 

“I’m sorry, darling.” He says, placing the suitcase at the bottom of the bed before walking over to you, “you should’ve told me, we could’ve resolved it. Y’know phone sex is a thing?” He smirked, to which you playfully smacked his chest. 

“Oh, behave, Jamie!” You giggled, but he caught your wrist and held it behind your back, along with your other one. “What are you-”

“Shh, I have an idea, okay? Wait here, I’ll be back in two seconds.” He said before disappearing back down the stairs. 

You sat on the bottom of the bed, waiting for Jamie to come back, and when he did he had a camera with him?

“I bought this when we were on the road, thinking maybe we could make a short film about being on tour. But I think I have a better idea now.” He smirked devilishly, you caught on in an instant. 

“You mean… we should make a tape?” 

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to of course, I’d never do it if you were uncomfortable, darling.” He explained. “Also, it means that when I’m not here and you get lonely, you can watch it back and remember all the ways I can make you-” 

“Okay,” you giggled, starting to blush, “I think I like that idea.” Slowly, you unbuttoned the oversized shirt you were wearing, “you better start recording then, babe.” 

Jamie gave you a big smile as he pressed the record button and the little red light lit up. 

“Fuck,” Jamie groaned lowly as you let your shirt fall to the ground, leaving you in a dark red lace bra and your black shorts, “take it all off, baby.” 

You stood up and slipped out of your shorts, leaving you in your matching lingerie set. You walked up to the camera and smiled before giving Jamie a kiss before pulling him over to the bed. 

You lay in the centre of your kingsize bed, your head resting on the pillows with your legs spread slightly. 

“Give it to me,” you smiled before taking the camera from him, pointing it towards him, “your turn, love.” 

Jamie sighed playfully before taking off his hoodie, revealing his tattoos. You bit down on your lip as you zoomed the camera in towards his v-line. The blue jeans he wore hung low on his hips, you wished you could get up and-

“Hey, my eyes are up here, darling.” He teased you as he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it to the floor before climbing onto the bed, his body positioned between your legs. 

He quickly took the camera back from you and pointed at your face. 

“My pretty little slut,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek before his thumb grazed over your lips, “I can’t believe I have you all to myself.” 

His hand came up to your right boob, where he pulled your bra down to reveal your flesh. He rubbed his hand over it before taking your nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched it, earning a pathetic whimper from you. He chuckled and pointed the camera back up at your face. 

“You like that, hm?” He teased, capturing your reaction as he tugged on your nipple again. Your lips parted as you let out a breathy moan, feeling heat spread across your body. “I bet you’re so wet for me already, how about we check?”

Jamie leaned back, the camera now pointed at your clothed cunt. He pushed the material to the side and exposed your soaking heat, he chuckled as he ran a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it up to your lips, pointing the camera back up at your face. 

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He said, his voice deeper than usual, dripping in lust. He then handed you the camera and laid between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, the camera pointed at him as he blew cold air onto your sensitive cunt, before lowering his face further, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, “holy shit…” 

With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on his messy blonde locks. Your legs spread wider as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it gently as he pressed a finger into your pulsing hole. 

“Jamie…” You moaned, throwing your head back as he finger pressed against the special spot inside you, “don’t- don’t stop, fuck-”

He chuckled, sending vibrations through your body as his teeth grazed over your clit before using his tongue to trace circles over it. 

“You gonna cum for me already, darling?” He mocked, “go ahead, I won’t stop you. Poor baby, you’ve not had my mouth for weeks and now you can’t control yourself. It’s okay, let go for me. Cum around my fingers ‘n then I’ll fuck you, okay?” 

His words only fueled the fire inside you, and within moments your high came crashing down on you. You still pointed the camera at him as he worked you through your high, your legs trembling as you tried to squeeze your thighs together. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, patting your pussy in a way that felt so humiliating yet good at the same time, although you cringed at the wet sound it made. He took the camera back from you as he pulled your panties down your legs, “let’s see how many times you can cum for me tonight, hm?”

Weeks and months had passed since you and Jamie had made your tape, and you knew how your lives could be ruined in seconds if anyone else had gotten hold of it, so you made sure to keep it safe. After filming it on the camera, you downloaded it to your laptop so you and Jamie could both have access to it when it was needed. However, one night, whilst Jamie was away touring again, he had lost his phone. He didn’t panic as he managed to get it back by the end of the night, but the damage was already done. 

It was posted on twitter. 

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was flooded with notifications from worried fans and people who had seen it:

Y/n and Jamie are people, please respect their privacy. If you see the video, report it! Do not share it!

@Y/N, @Jamie, whatever you do, DO NOT go onto twitter today :(

Y/n is so hot, Jamie pls can we swap?

You were really confused, so you opened twitter and the first video that came up was your sex tape. 

Your body flooded with fear and panic as you heard yours and Jamie’s voices.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”

“Gonna- gonna cum… Need you to cum in me, please, Jamie… Fuck-”

“I will, baby, just hold it for me okay?” Almost instantly, you called Jamie. Not caring whether he was asleep or on stage right now, you needed to get this fixed.

"Hello? Darling it's-"

"Jamie..." Your voice was slightly shaky as you spoke, "have you been on twitter? Have you seen it?"

"Seen what, love?" He asked in his sleepy voice.

"Our fucking sex tape." You raised your voice.

"No... no. Who would've found it-"

"I don't know. You're the only one who's-"

"Oh so you're blaming me now?" He chucked, "it wasn't me, sweetheart. But I'll get this fixed, okay? I promise."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"Okay." You agreed.

"I guess this means we have to make another one," he joked, trying to lighten the mood, "one they'll never see."

[queerbuckleys]

NOTHING BUT WELL WISHES for all my Ali girlies <3 title from dorothea by taylor swift. idk i got bored and wrote this. small tw for mentions of cancer.

If you have a moment and are so inclined, spare a thought for past loves you've long left behind. For if you read their thoughts it might surprise you to find, just how often you've been on their mind. ~Renata Suzuki

Buck sees her in a Starbucks a month after he died. 

Her hair is longer now, back to blonde. But other than that, the same as the day she left him on that couch. 

It’s the twenty four hour Starbucks by the hospital, he had a check in appointment, they like to do that when you die. 

His name is called and she turns to find him and her smile is the same as it was four years ago. 

“I had a feeling it was you,” she says as he leans forward to grab the to-go cup from the counter. She takes him in, assessing his state.

“Hi,” he smiles brightly, of all his exes, she was the one he could still smile about. Her leaving hurt, but he understood. But something tugged in his chest, telling him to talk to her. It wasn't the ache of a past love awakening– it was just good to see her face, know that she ended up okay, “Actually, do you have a minute– I would love to catch up. Just, you know as friends.” There was something about the way her hair was piled on the top of her head, and now that he was closer he could see her eyes were weary and tired. 

Her shoulders sagged and she let out a breath, “Yeah, I think that would be nice actually.” 

They sit in the quiet corner, and it’s awkward for a moment,

“Are you still a–” 

“Where have you–” 

And they both laugh and its freeing and they both settle into their chairs a little more. 

Buck ducks his head and smiles, “Yeah, I’m still a firefighter. And an uncle!” He pulls out his phone and brings up his favorite picture of him and Jee, it’s a selfie, both of them with ice cream smeared across their faces.

“Oh she’s adorable, Maddie and Chimney must be so happy.”

He smiles and nods as he puts away his phone. 

“I had a project in New York recently which was really exciting– stressful but so rewarding. And I’ll be in Chicago next, then I think San Francisco called,” she laughs.

“Busy as ever. What brings you back?” 

Her body softens, “My sister, she– she’s not doing well. We thought that she was off the hook you know– beating cancer at 15? But guess not. It came back. So I kind of live over there right now,” she gestures across the street with her head. 

“Ali, I--”

“I swear to God if the next sentence is pity, I can’t take any more of it.” 

He just takes her hand and squeezes it tight. 

“If you ever need a real bed and a home cooked meal, you know where I live. I mean it. 

“You haven’t moved?” She asked, wiping a stray tear away. 

“It’s kind of complicated right now. I do technically live there. But, uh I have spent the better majority of the last month at Eddie’s.” 

“Is he okay? Didn’t almost die right?” 

“I mean, he did but that was two years ago.” 

A quizzical expression crosses her face.

“Do you remember how there was that sniper?”

And he watches as the dots connect. 

“He’s okay now, and I helped him recover from that."

She tilts her head with the questions, “You haven’t almost died again have you?” 

And he stills. There was no almost about it.  He’s never had to tell anyone that he died. Everyone important to him had known before he did. He supposes that is a very exclusive club to be a part of, being able to tell people that you died. 

He clears his throat, “Well, um, I–kinda died a month ago?” He lets out a breath because he can. And she looks at him with wide eyes, “I’ve had close calls too, but–”

“Buck, that–”

“I know.”

Something shifts and he looks behind him and looks up to find Eddie looking around the store, eyes finally landing on Buck, an ounce of tension leaving his shoulders as he walks over. 

He tilts his head, “Ali?” 

She smiles up at him, “Hi, Eddie. It’s good to see you.” She gets up from the table. “I should head back. It was really good to talk, Buck.”

“I meant it. My number hasn’t changed either so just let me know and we will figure something out okay?” 

She nods and squeezes his hand one more time.

He watches her leave, his lip stuck between his teeth. 

[tracingpatternswrites]

The prompt for today’s @wolfstarmicrofic is mountains and, well, look, apparently bullying me works because here’s a continuation of yesterday’s prompt swing. 

👀 @sammyjhand @sassy-tired-snowflake @lielowat-lupins @stars-a-n-d-scars  

Remus steps through the glass door and out onto the back porch, carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade that he sets down on the table. He can’t not look at the handsome man currently lounging in one of the chairs, eyes on the two boys who are playing in the garden, competing over who can jump the highest on the trampoline and talking a mile a minute. Remus has no idea how they manage to hear what the other one is saying considering how much they’re both babbling.

He pours two glasses of lemonade, handing Sirius one of them, and he tries not to think too much about how their fingers brush together. He has to force himself not to stare at the other man, but Remus feels as if he’s been hit by a truck, caught completely off guard by the handsome stranger that was now sitting on his porch as if he belonged there.

He’s the most attractive man Remus has ever seen, as if he had stepped right out of every erotic dream Remus ever had. He looks like sex on legs, all pale skin (it looked like he would bruise easily and oh wouldn’t Remus want to find out) and long black hair (that looked like it would be perfect to run his fingers trough and tug) and grey eyes (that made Remus think about things that certainly wasn’t appropriate with his son nearby). He was tall, broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos, dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans so tight they made Remus’ mouth water.

”Should get one of those for Harry, too, it seems like a hit.”

Remus has to shake himself slightly, pulled from his thoughts by Sirius’ voice. ”What?” He croaks, then clears his throat with an embarrassed sort of half-laugh. ”Sorry, one of what?”

”The trampoline,” Sirius says as he lifts his glass, taking a sip of lemonade and making a low appreciative noise that makes sparks run down Remus’ spine. ”Fuck me, that’s good.”

Remus tries not to blush at the praise but he thinks he’s doing a pretty poor job of it, grinning helplessly as Sirius turns his grey eyes onto him, giving him an appreciative look over that makes Remus’ skin prickle. 

”Did you make this?”

Remus laughs, shaking his head. ”My ma did, but I agree, it’s very good. Teddy’s favourite, too.”

”I can see why,” Sirius nods, his lip quirking. ”Sorry about the, er, language, at least the kids weren’t around.”

”I don’t mind,” Remus laughs, shaking his head, finding himself relaxing slightly with it. ”I slip up all the time, Teddy always calls me out on it. But you’re right, the trampoline is a hit. I wish I could take credit but it came with the cottage.”

Sirius hums, glancing around them, and Remus does the same. The small cottage has grown on him, it’s a little run down but clean and big enough for himself and Teddy. He knew he’d had to have it the moment he set eyes on the view, stretches of rolling green hills and the mountains in the distance.

”It’s nice,” Sirius says after a moment, shifting his gaze to look at Remus, grey eyes searching. ”How come you moved here? I mean…if you don’t mind me asking?”

”Not at all,” says Remus as he turns the glass of lemonade in his hand, ”my ma lives here, I grew up here actually, but I’ve been away for a while. It just felt like a good time to move back, closer to my ma to get some help with Teddy…that sort of thing. I think village life suits me better than city life, to be honest.”

”Same,” Sirius chuckles, a soft sort of sound that settles somewhere in Remus’ chest, his eyes on the boys who have abandoned the trampoline for the swings, taking turns pushing each other. He can see the love in the other man’s eyes as he looks at Harry, the fondness, his voice soft as he continues. ”Never thought it’d be for me, but it’s different with kids, eh? Used to love London, but it’s no place to bring up a kid. When Harry came to me…I dunno. This just seemed like the right move. And now I’ve fallen in love with the place.”

Remus nods, about to say something else when they’re interrupted, Teddy and Harry falling onto the porch, breathless and laughing and Remus feels a wave of affection for his son, happy to see him laugh in a way he hadn’t for such a long time. Yes, moving back here had been the right choice, both for himself and for Teddy.

”You boys thirsty?” He asks, pouring them both some lemonade even before they have a chance to reply, watching his son climb into the seat next to him. Harry, in turn, climbs into Sirius’ lap and Sirius wraps his arms around the boy in a protective sort of way. 

”Daddy?” Teddy’s voice brings him back and he turns his eyes onto his son, his hair tousled and face flushed, eyes shining brightly.

”Yes, Tedster?”

”Can Harry and his da– uhm– er, his Padfoot stay for dinner?”

”I dunno, kiddo,” he smothers a hand over the unruly curls, pushing some hair away from his son’s eyes. ”They might have other plans, y’know.”

”We don’t,” Harry’s reply is instant as he eyes Sirius encouragingly. ”Right Padfoot? We can stay? Teddy and I are best friends now and we’d like to do everything together, it’s important.”

Remus can see Sirius’ lips quirk into a smile, amusement curled around the words as he ruffles the boy’s hair. ”Oh, it’s important, is it?”

Harry nods solemnly, and Remus feels Teddy tug at his arm. ”It is important, daddy.”

”Well then,” Remus says, giving a sort of helpless shrug as he meets Sirius’ gaze from across the table, arching a brow. ”If it’s important, who am I to say no? You’re welcome to stay, if you want, I was just planning on making pasta though, nothing fancy.”

”That’s plenty fancy enough for us,” Sirius assures him, ”we’d love to stay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

”Daddy?” Teddy tugs at him again, an impatient sort of movement. ”Can I show Harry my room?”

”Yeah, go on then,” he nods, watching fondly as the two boys disappears into the house before he turns back to Sirius. ”Well, guess I should get the food started then.”

”I’ll help,” Sirius says, draining his glass before standing, running his eyes slowly over Remus’ body, the corner of his mouth quirking into a grin, ”I’m no cook but I can toss a sallad.”

Remus chokes on what’s left of the lemonade in his glass, and he can feel himself flush a little, Sirius’ eyes dancing in amusement as he throws him a look.

”I bet you can,” Remus mumbles, glancing at him, unable not to smile at the grin on Sirius’ face. 

”Among other things,” Sirius continues, winking at him before picking the tray up as if it weighed nothing, taking the lead into the house. 

Remus stares after him, gaze snagging on his arse which was perfectly visible in those snug jeans, before shaking himself, just about managing to bite back a groan. He was in so much trouble.

[diorleclerc]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐨’𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

happy birthday cece <3 starting the day off with some pato and thigh content for you babyyy @timetoracewrites

(and thank you to anj for giving me this idea like a month ago lol)

you and pato went out to dinner with some friends. and all night you had been teasing him underneath the table.

you’d run your hand up and down his thigh, letting your fingers drag along the inner seam of his jeans and lightly squeezing his cock.

every now and then, you’d lean over yo whisper in his ear. to everyone else at the table, it seemed like a cute, wholesome moment.

but the words you whispered in his ear were anything but cute and innocent.

“i wish you could see the pretty blue set i have on for you under this dress.”

“i can’t wait until we get home. i’ve missed being filled up by you.”

“missed you so much these past couple of weeks. my fingers just aren’t the same as yours.”

it was taking everything in him to not drag you to the restaurant bathroom. but, he had a better idea in mind.

pato put up with your teasing for the rest of dinner. as soon as you were in his car, he quickly reminded you who’s in charge.

“did you have fun teasing me?” he asks, pulling you onto his lap before you could settle down in your seat. “pato, what’re you doing? come on, let’s head home,” you say, trying to get off of his lap so you could finally head home.

“oh no, pretty girl. it’s my turn to have some fun. we’re not going anywhere until you make yourself cum on my thigh.”

from the tone of his voice and the look on his face, you knew he wasn’t joking. you readjusted yourself on his lap, sitting down on one of his thighs then pull your dress up.

pato rests his hands on your hips but he doesn’t help you at all, letting you do all the work.

“pato please,” you whine, wanting and needing more. “please what, baby?” he asks, his eyes on yours as you desperately tried to get off on his thigh.

“i want your cock, please,” you beg, hoping he’ll give in to you. but of course, he doesn’t. 

“nope, you started the teasing. now i’m finishing it and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

you knew that he was being serious and that you wouldn’t be going anywhere until you came so you tried to quickly make yourself cum.

pato took pity on you after a few minutes and bounced his leg a little, helping you get closer to your high. 

you slump forward against his chest once you cum and he rubs your back as you catch your breath.

“now can we go home?” you ask and he just smirks, readjusting you on his lap again.

“why head home when you can just ride me right here, right now.”

you lift your hips up, sliding your panties to the side while he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out. he lines himself up at your entrance and you slowly sink down onto him, both of you letting out moans as he fills you up.

“missed this feeling so much, pretty girl,” he moans as you bounce up and down his cock. you’re holding onto his shoulders and his hands move to the straps of your dress, tugging them down your shoulders and letting the front fall down to reveal your chest to him.

“fuck, you were right. this is a pretty set,” he says as he cups your tits through the lacy blue bra. he pulls the cups down, letting your tits spill out and attaches his lips onto one of your nipples. his fingers pinches one while he swirls his tongue around the other.

right when you’re about to cum, you tug on his hair and he pulls away from your chest, looking up at you.

“gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod. he reaches his hand down between your bodies, circling his thumb around your clit and bringing you even closer to your orgasm.

once you cum, it doesn’t take long for his own orgasm to follow and he fills you up. 

you lift your hips up, letting his cock fall out of you and he quickly pulls your panties back into place, not letting a single drop of his cum drip out. 

you slide back into the passenger seat and he finally takes the two of you home for another round.

[bananaphone---t]

"I can't feel my legs." or "You're shaking." for the prompts list? >:)c

Hello, Anon! So sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! Regardless, I hope I was able to bring whatever you visioned to life, and if not, I hope you still enjoy it. 💕

Prompts list

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That's What I Was Gonna Say

“You can do this, Robbie. You can do this. It’s just asking that stupid, flippity-floppity blue elf on a date. It can't be that hard,” Robbie said.

The villain was finally going to do it.

He’d been secretly pining for the love of his nemesis for years. He’d tried time and again to leave small hints of his feelings for the elf, but it seemed that the blue-clad man was too oblivious to catch on.

So, it was up to Robbie to initiate the first step in taking their relationship further. And that day would be today. And if things went south? Well... He’d be crushed... devastated... heartbroken...

Robbie shook the thoughts from his head. “No matter. If he says no, I’ll just... use those feelings to fuel my intense hatred for him and his gross... healthiness... ness... ”

“Hi, Robbie!”

Letting out a girlish shriek, the villain jumped a foot in the air, before being caught and held by a pair of strong arms. After a moment of clinging for his life to the hero, Robbie looked around. Upon noticing nothing that frightening was nearby, he began to squirm in the other man’s arms. “Let me go!”

Sportacus smiled slightly. “As you wish,” he said as he gently set the other man on his feet, “Sorry for scaring you, Robbie.” Now with both feet on the ground, the taller of the pair tugged on the bottom of his vest, straightening it out, then ran a hand over his slicked-back hair. “I... I wasn’t scared... I... I meant to do that...” he said, tone nonchalant.

Sportacus smiled fondly, nodding his head in playful agreement. Robbie cleared his throat. “But, uh... even if I was scared... You can...” He stood taller. “You can hardly blame me, considering your habit of sneaking around, Sportascare.”

Sportacus’s smile seemed to dim slightly. “Sorry, Robbie.”

Oh, no, no, no. Not a fading smile. No... If it drops any further he’s going to get that terrible kicked puppy look on his face!

“Uh... Don’t worry about it... Anyways, I...” He cleared his throat again, standing at his full height. “All right, now listen up, Sportaflop. I’ve something very important to say, and I’m only going to say it once, so you better be able to hear me even with those pointy ears of yours being hidden.”

Sportacus subconsciously reached on of his hands up, grazing it over the side of his hat where the tip of an elf ear was hiding underneath, wondering how Robbie seemed know about them when he’s never taken his hat off.

“I know what you’re thinking and I’m not stupid, okay?” Robbie sighed, upon noticing the behavior.

Sportacus’s frown from earlier deepened. “I know that, Robbie... What makes you think I would think that? You’re...” He a took step closer to the other man, taking his hands in his.

Robbie raised a brow, a frown forming on his own face—different than his normal scowling frown; rather than it’s usually malice, this one held... concern. “You’re shaking.”

There. For the first time since their interaction, the blue kangaroo’s smile actually came back, albeit small.

“To tell you the truth, I have been shaking ever since I came down from the airship to talk to you...” A deep breath. “An-anyways... You... You shouldn’t sell yourself short, Robbie... You’re really smart, smarter than I think you give yourself enough credit for... When it comes to plans and inventions... you’re an absolute genius!”

The elf turned his head away, though as he did, Robbie could swear he saw his cheeks beginning to take on a rosey hue.

“You’re smart... and funny... and handsome... and kind... and... even though we're complete opposites, I... I’ve kinda found myself... liking that... about us... I... I like that you challenge me... and Robbie, I just... I’ve gotta say this before I lose my nerve...” He then turned his brilliant blue eyes up to meet greenish-grey ones—Robbie always reminded him of the ocean; calm and gentle until something sets the waves into further motion, and his eyes were a perfect example of that; calm and greenish-grey now, but stormy when he was sad or angry, bluer when he was happy- okay, he’d better stop.

“Robbie Rotten... I love you...”

Robbie’s eyes widened.

“Y-You...” he pointed a finger at Sportacus, “love... me...?” he then pointed his finger toward himself.

Sportacus’s gaze shyly turned to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck, making the man before the him look a far cry from the usually-so-confident hero. “Y-yeah.”

A grin grew on Robbie's face before he let out a laugh. Sportacus looked up at him with a mixture of surprise, offense, and confusion. “What’s so funny?"

“Nothing really,” Robbie said with a slight chuckle still. “It’s just that... Well, that's what I was on my way to tell you!”

Sportacus’s own eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle of his own. “Really?” “Yes!”

The two of them continued to laugh together, before finally, Sportacus grabbed the front of Robbie’s vest, making his eyes widen.

“I love you, Robbie Rotten...” he said softly, then pulled the other man into a kiss.

[livums]

Hey! Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene and Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue?

Hello!!! Tysm for the ask!

(Ask game here!)

These ended up both being from The Marking Blood... who knew?

Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene

the way this threw me into a crisis because i searched everything and could not find one. so this is the closest approximation. i... there is no excuse....

Maja allowed herself to be pressed back against the railing. The wind tugged her chemise about every which way until Sonea pulled it upwards and pinned the flailing hem still with her body. She braced a hand against the railing on either side of the woman’s waist. As she leaned in to kiss gently around her cheeks and nose, Maja snorted. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were being romantic.” “You wish.” They shared a low chuckle. Sonea relished in the warmth of Maja’s body, supple and inviting against her own. A dreamlike quiet swaddled them both for a precious moment. “Yer freezing,” Maja said at last. Those eyes danced with plausible deniability over Sonea’s lips. Sonea leaned closer, flashing a wolfish smile. “I’ve been standing out here naked, dummy.” “You—” Sonea closed what little distance remained, silencing Maja with her lips. For a heartbeat, Maja was still, as if surprised. As the wind swelled once more, Sonea felt those soft hands capture her face. Maja’s lips met Sonea’s as a parched woman meets water, as a drunkard meets the flagon.

Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue

I WAS EXCITED FOR THIS ONE but then realized I had too many good choices...... it kills me, but i did pick just one..... 😭

The woman made no move for her drink. Instead, her lips parted. Zova caught a sliver of white teeth before words came out from between them. “Beg pardon, miss, I could not help but admire your perfume.” Despite the noise of the tavern, Zova heard the woman’s voice as clearly as if they were the only two people alive. She blinked, briefly forgetting how to produce words. “My thanks, miss. It was a gift.” Claret lips curled at the corners. “You seem the sort to receive a lot of gifts.” This tore a short laugh from Zova. A line so straight-spoken, she might have expected from a man seeking to impress her with his boldness. Not as much from a strange beauty. “I suppose I am. Well…” She paused to think for a second, and no longer. “The perfume is nothing—see this.” After Sonea had left, Zova had only raised her veil that evening in order to sip her various drinks. Now, she found herself flipping the length of the thing back over her head for a total stranger. She leaned forward, laced hand indicating the elaborate chain of pearls and silver clasped at her neck. A gift from—well, who remembered? The woman mirrored her lean. Zova felt a particular pride as the woman raised her fingertips to the necklace, holding a pearl segment closer for inspection. “You’ve a boyfriend of some means, then?” “I’ve had more boyfriends of some means than there are pearls on this necklace.” They looked at each other. When Zova burst into a fit of chuckles, she was delighted to see that the woman was not far behind her. Even in laughter, the woman radiated elegance. And something more that Zova could not name. Her laugh evoked in Zova a sense of woodlands in the nighttime. Looking up into the sky while the wind rattled the treetops overhead. She felt small by comparison. “You’re not from these parts,” she blurted. At the minute widening of the woman’s eyes, she knew that the polite thing would be to excuse her blunt observation. But she did not. “And you must not have come up the mountain for the funeral. I would have remembered hair such as yours.” It was a strange turn for the night to take, she thought, to wade through hours of entertaining idle conversation to be met with an investment in speaking with this one perfect stranger above all others. The woman leaned a satin-clad elbow on the bar. She turned her boundless eyes elsewhere. “You would be partly correct, miss,” she said, thoughtful. Her fingertip traced the lip of her cup. “I was delayed in my arrival. I thought I might pay my respects at the gravesite. After a drink or so.” “Oh!” Zova gasped. “I’d been meaning to go see him properly after the service. You are free to accompany me, if you like.” Her heart leapt at the prospect. She was drunk, and the woman was beautiful. “You would venture to the cemetery so late into the night?” The woman arched a sleek brow. “Well, it’s like to be empty, and I prefer it that way.” Zova raised her cup and let the final drops roll between her lips. “Oh, I hope you don’t believe all that buzz about vampires returning.” The woman’s lips quirked, as if she had just remembered something funny. “There’s talk of Vampires returning to Mont Estival?” “Aye, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds. But, honestly…who knows?” Zova slid from her stool, re-balancing on her heels. “Well, I haven’t got my gear on me, but a hunter’s a hunter, even unarmed.” She flashed a charming smile. “I’ll keep you safe, miss—?” “Cas will do.” When the woman rose from her stool, her pale cloak swept behind her. Her drink remained undisturbed. “You must forgive me, coming to pay my respects and not even knowing the name of the man’s daughter, standing right before me.” She felt a giddy blush rise in her cheeks. “Zova.” “That’s a lovely name.” “Thank you. I chose it myself.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Good Girl's Club, The Embassy

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  mention of taboo relationship(underage relationship)/age gap, implied smut, fingering, oral (f and M receiving)

“Hey…it’ll be okay, Ar…” Ari frowned as he looked back to his wife.  She gave him a sweet look as she walked back into the office, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.  She rubbed his back soothingly as he looked around the near empty office, “time to hang up the boots, cowboy…this is what we planned for…”

Ari bit his lip, “I know…I just…I have a lot of memories here…”

“Oh, trust me daddy bear, I know.  This office was our first date,” she reminded him softly with a smile.  Ari smirked as her nails trailed down his button-up, “do you remember it?”

Ari grinned, “god, how could If forget?  It was both the best and worst day of my life…I thought I was going to go to jail after what we did…but it would have been so worth it…”

Ari watched her hips sway as she gripped his hand, leading him out of the elevator, “sure you know where you’re going, Britt?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, and he swore that his heart stopped for a moment as he found himself falling in love with her even more with every step she took, “I’ve been here before, Ari…I swear the only reason Nia is passing our civics class and has passed her history classes is because you bribed the teacher with a tour every year for the past five years.”

Ari smiled, “What?  I’m a good daddy, and I make sure that I take care of my girl.” You gonna hold that against me? 

“Wish you’d hold something else against me,” she muttered as her attention turned back in front of herself, “Oh fuck!”

Ari was quick, pulling Britt back to himself with lightening speed as a couple of movers came by with some packages, nearly running her over.  But while she was pulled firmly into his arms, his muscular form pressed against her lithe one and she shuddered.  She gasped as she realized his hands were gripping her ass, her soft, rounded breasts pressed against his firm chest. 

“A-Ari.” His breath caught in his throat as he stared the younger woman down, his own instincts telling him to do so much more than to just hold her.  He tried to fight against those same baser instincts as he stared into her eyes, instead of down her shirt like he’d wanted to.  It didn’t register in his mind that he was caving in until she shuddered, her lips quivering as they brushed his own, “Ari…w-what if someone sees?”

Ari swallowed the lump in his throat as he backed away, letting Britt go.  He gave an awkward cough as she stared up into his eyes, “I-uhm…I’m sorry for that, I-uhm…did you want to see my office, Britt?”

She nodded, knowing that wasn’t the real question he was asking.  The couple breathlessly ran the few steps to his office, where Ari quickly unlocked the door, and the two of them shuffled inside before he fumbled with the lock once more.  They were acting as though they both were teenagers high on being around one another.  As soon as he turned around, her hands were on either side of his face, her lips attacking his. 

The larger, older man felt like a lovesick teen as he walked her back to his desk, swiping everything off of it with one singular motion.  And he lifted her as though she weighed nothing, his lips never leaving her own.

“Ari!” she moaned, her hands gripping firmly, tugging on his hair as he devoured her.  Her back arched against the heavy oak desk, her fingers both massaging his scalp and pulling on his hair, forcing his face even more so against her pulsating cunt, “oh god…don’t stop…don’t.  Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Ari smiled against his wife’s core, her juices soaking his beard, “god, princess…taste even better than our first time together.”

“So tight,” Ari moaned, his large fingers stretching Britt’s tight channel.  His mouth worked feverishly, tongue circling around her sensitive clit.  She moaned loudly, nails scraping his scalp as she tugged on his hair, “Britt…fuck.  Taste so good.  Sweeter than honey.”

“You want this honey, daddy bear?”

“You want this honey, daddy bear?” Ari smiled at his wife’s dirty words.

“God…I remember when you first said that to me,” he moaned, his fingers hitting that special spot inside that made her whimper and roll her hips to meet him.  He did it again and her hands shot to his thick wrist, gripping it tightly, “you like that, mommy bear?”

Ari watched as his wife’s hips rolled, and his eyes caught on the barely there baby bump that was slowly making itself known from her loose fitted blazer.  He leaned forward, slowing his ministrations, allowing the pad of his hand to bump her clit.  She moaned, eyes closing. 

Ari’s hand brushed her bare stomach, and instantly the thought of filling her came to his mind.  He pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her tight channel with a wet noise.

“Shit…I-we shouldn’t be doing this, Britt,” he whispered nervously as his anxiety came shooting up, “I-it’s wrong…I-you’re seventeen still.”

She leaned forward, biting her lip.  She shook her head, “i-it doesn’t feel wrong Ari…I know what I want…and that’s you.”

“I’m too old for you…I shouldn’t ruin your future pla-“

“You want to know what my future plans are?” she asked, leaning forward until she was propped up by her elbows.  She looked at the older man, and to her clothes that were deposited onto the floor, “you…sure…I want to be a lawyer…but I also want to be with you, Ari…I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember.  You…you are my future plans, Ari.”

“I’m old enough to be your dad, Britt…”

“And I’m old enough to make you one again…” she whispered sensually.  Ari felt his cock twitch in his pants, the thoughts he’d had just moments ago about filling her resurfacing “so come back over here, Mr. Levinson…or would you prefer I keep calling you daddy bear?”

“You shouldn’t say that stuff, Britt.”

“Why?” she asked, pushing herself off the desk so that she stood.  She padded over to him, and Ari couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of the naked woman before him, “does it make you want it?  Want that?  With me?”

“Yeah,” Ari nodded breathlessly.  He shuddered when he felt her hands working on his dress pants.  He went to stop her, but she shook her head, “Britt-“

“Let me take care of you daddy bear,” she purred softly as her hand reached into his pants and pulled out her cock.  She gave him a few sweet kitten licks, her tongue swirling around the hardened crown of his cock, “it’ll be our little secret.”

“I thought your honey pot was off limits,” Ari teased as she came down from her second orgasm, “isn’t that what you told me a few weeks ago?  No sex for a month?”

“Yeah…well that was before I found out about baby Levinson number three,” she said softly as she leaned up to meet her husband’s lips.  She kissed him, and moaned at the taste of herself, “I swear, I feel insatiable when we have a baby in the works…it’s like I crave you even more than normal.”

“Oh, and the real reason on my early retirement reveals itself,” he teased playfully, “now I know why you were so encouraging to have me retire…that way I’ll be at your disposal, naked in our bed, waiting for your very call.  She wants sex in the morning…boom I’m there.  Wants me sheathing myself in her after the boys go down for a nap, done.  Wants-”

“Someone has to take care of the babies you keep putting in me,” she teased playfully as she cut her husband off, “and anyways…I know you love being Mr. Mom…”

“I really do,” he said dreamily.  His hands worked their way up his wife’s hips once more, his fingers dancing across the miniscule bump, “so have you told the girls yet?”

“I’ll tell them when they come up for our beginning of summer bash next month,” she smiled softly as her husband leaned forward and kissed the bump, “god…me, Maddie, and Em will all be pregnant together…oh god…and Nia…I forgot about her and Lance…god, how far along is she again?”

“I love you, baby…but you’re kind killing my erection while talking about my daughter, while we’re recreating our first date,” Ari frowned, “could we uh…put a pin in that and come back to it later…before my little guy goes back in his shell?”

“Oh, daddy bear, that ‘little guy is anything but little,” Britt said playfully as she pushed her husband away from her.  She got a smile on her face as she sunk to her knees and her hand wrapped around his thick, meaty length, “come out and play with me…big guy…it’s been a hot minute since I’ve gotten any of daddy bear’s honey.”

[blackacre13]

Can you do more fluffy smut kinda like this one? Maybe Lou fingering Debbie after she wakes up from a prison-related nightmare and telling her how proud she is of her and how lucky she is to have her in her arms again

Lou woke up with a strangled cough, Debbie’s arm practically clutching her neck in a death grip that had her turning to the brunette, intent on hissing a “seriously, Deb?”

The immediate bitterness turned into a smile as she chuckled at herself. She loved things like this. And usually, of the two of them, Lou was the bed hog, who awoke with a sheepish grin and an arm or a leg flung over Debbie as the brunette shot her a look before the two broke into a fit of giggles. It was so married. So normal. It made her so grateful. And now it seemed that Debbie—

Lou paused, her hand clasping over Debbie’s worriedly as Debbie gripped again, letting out a strangled cry as she kicked her legs, the sheets swinging around wildly as her wife’s head rolled to the left and right frantically, hair caught in her eyes, her forehead matted with sweat.

“Debbie,” Lou whispered, her face full of sheer panic. “Debbie, honey.”

“I can’t—it wasn’t what you think—please, please, don’t—I have to—I have to—please, please, no.” Debbie screamed, the grip tightening again, and Lou realized Debbie must have been trying to reach for her hand in order to keep some sort of grip on reality, but was too far out of it to have any sort of semblance of control over her body.

“Debs,” Lou spoke louder, sitting up as she took Debbie’s hand in hers, moving it to her lap and squeezing it tight. “Honey, it’s me. It’s Lou. You’re okay. You’re home.”

“No, no, no. Get away from me! You don’t understand. I was set up! I have to—I have to—“

“Deborah!” Lou spoke, shaking her shoulder as tears came to her eyes, rubbing at Debbie’s arms until she saw her eyelids start to blink, her eyes flickering to a dull state of life in the dark room as Lou leaned over to turn on the lamp, looking back down at her wife as tears rolled down her cheeks, hating seeing her in pain.

“Lou,” Debbie gasped, her finger immediately finding one of Lou’s tears as she held the droplet up to her eyes almost in shock, studying it until her lip started to quiver as she tugged on Lou’s tshirt, falling against her chest as sobs racked her body, gripping the blonde tight.

“You’re okay,” Lou whispered, rubbing Debbie’s back as she gripped her tight. “You’re safe, honey. You’re here with me, Debs. You’re free. You’re home. I’ve got you, Debs. It’s alright.”

“It’s happening again,” Debbie sobbed, trying and failing to catch her breath as she shook against Lou, shaking her head. Lou knew she was upset with herself. And that wasn’t fair. Debbie couldn’t help the nightmares or the stress dreams that racked her brain. And Lou only wish she could take them away. “It shouldn’t be happening anymore. It can’t be. This is ridiculous. It’s been four years. Four Fucking years, Lou. I talk to you. I talk to Tammy. I go to therapy. I talk to my dead brother’s Fucking grave. I’m not burying anything anymore. I’ve been doing so well. So well, Lou.” She looked up at the blonde with desperate eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’ve been doing everything right. Why am I still getting punished,” she whispered, looking down at Lou, seeing an angry red mark on her neck as she gasped in horror. “That was me again, wasn’t it?”

Lou’s face soured. She didn’t want Debbie to realize as she certainly didn’t need to add any fault, blame, or guilt to her pile of stress already. But she should have known better. This was the third time it had happened. Debbie had sprained Lou’s wrist six months after prison, gripping it too tight during a spout of nightmares and she had cut Lou’s shoulder open, biting down against it one night, thinking it was her pillow so that she wouldn’t wake Lou with the screams, landing them at a late night urgent care instead. But Lou didn’t care. She didn’t mind. A few stitches was nothing compared to the mental torture she knew her wife was going through and she hated it for her. She only wished she could take it away for Debbie’s sake. She would deal with it forever, but she never wanted Debbie to incur another second of it.

“I can’t believe I hurt you again,” Debbie whispered, closing her eyes as Lou reached for her, shushing her softly as she clasped both their hands together.

“Baby, look at me,” Lou whispered, smiling gently as she watched Debbie’s eyes open slowly. “This is not your fault. And as you said, you are doing everything you can to work through this and more. You are so incredible. So brave. So powerful. And you keep pushing and pushing and wanting to do more and be better. And sometimes, some things are just out of our control, as much as we hate it, right? This is not your fault, Debbie. None of it. You are dealing with something most people never have to deal with. There’s no timeline for healing. And there’s no reason for guilt or blame. You are so strong, love. You have no idea.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Nonsense,” Lou whispered, kissing Debbie softly. “You’re amazing, honey. You continue to amaze me every day. And I won’t hear anyone insult my wife. Including, my wife.”

“Lou,” Debbie blushed, looking down at her lap. “Thank you.”

“Always,” Lou promised. Kissing her again softly. “Do you want to talk about the…”

“No,” Debbie whispered. “Not yet. Maybe tomorrow? Over some tea.”

“I’ll be there,” Lou promised, hooking their pinkies together. “Come on, lay that beautiful head on my chest. Let’s get you back to sleep, alright? We’ll worry about this in the morning.”

“I don’t think I can sleep,” Debbie grumbled, laying her head on Lou’s chest anyway, as she curled up against her, wrapping her arms around Lou.

“Just close your eyes, honey,” Lou murmured. “I think I can help with that,” she smiled, one of her hands sliding against Debbie’s thigh, working its way slow and sure between her legs until her fingers were brushing against Debbie’s panties lightly as Debbie let out a gasp.

“What are you doing?” Debbie groggily asked, parting her legs all the same as Lou let out a triumphant smirk.

“Distracting my beautiful wife,” Lou whispered, rubbing circles against the fabric as Debbie squirmed slightly, whimpering at the sensation. “So she can get some sleep.”

“You’re too good to me, baby,” Debbie moaned, Lou’s fingers pushing gently inside her as she started to pump slowly.

“Nonsense,” Lou whispered, leaning forward to kiss Debbie’s head as Debbie’s hips rolled gently against her hand, the blonde whispering words of encouragement. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

“I love you, Lou.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Lou whispered, adding another finger as she pushed deeper inside, Debbie blooming open around her with a deep moan as her eyes fluttered shut.