#but it’s midnight and i’m a lil sleepy

[pollenallergie]

Switch Chrissy is most definitely a thing! Like being her first gf after Jason who would have treated her like a little innocent lamb and you let her take control and be comfortable in herself

See, you get me!! Chrissy’s only ever been treated like this delicate little thing her entire life, always being told exactly how to behave and being held to such high expectations (sit like this, don’t slouch, be demure, always wear makeup, never leave the house without looking your best, the guy’s pleasure is all that matters, it’s better to be seen not heard yadi yadi yadda). But you flip the script right on its head, letting her be whatever she wants to be and do whatever she wants to do. You let Chrissy take control. You let her prioritize her own pleasure when she needs to. You remind her that it’s okay to feel good/to feel pleasure as a woman, that women’s pleasure is not some sinful thing but is rather beautiful and completely natural. You make Chrissy feel beautiful and sexy and desirable even when she’s in one of her dad’s ratty old t-shirts and a pair of entirely unsexy, old gym shorts, her face completely bare and her hair a complete wreck from how much she moves in her sleep. You make her feel like her pleasure matters, like it’s just as important as your own or anyone else’s (really, you tend to treat her pleasure like it’s the most important, like it’s all that matters… but Chrissy can’t imagine a world where your pleasure isn’t at least as important as hers). You encourage her to take what she needs from you, with no expectation of her returning the favor (even though she almost always does because she wants you to feel good too). You make her feel comfortable, loved, safe, secure, supported, accepted, appreciated, and wanted both in the bedroom and more mundane situations. That, in turn, makes Chrissy feel more comfortable to explore her desires. If you’d asked her before she started dating you, she would’ve reiterated some mindless quote about how women should be only concerned with their partner’s pleasure and not their own, how women are not to be in positions of power, etc. But now Chrissy knows better. She knows that it’s more than okay to take control and even to relinquish it when she wants to, that it’s alright to chase her own pleasure, that openly desiring her partner and being needy for them is not wrong, that it’s okay to be horny, that taking care of her own sexual needs and desires is more than okay, that it’s good to explore herself sexually with her partner. With you, Chrissy is no longer forced to be some meek little lamb. With you, she’s allowed to be a woman; a true woman, one that feels desire, one that gets aroused, one that wants things, one that craves power and control, one that chases her own pleasure, one that desires other women. With you, Chrissy’s allowed to be herself and, most importantly, to explore what it means to be herself (something she’s never had the opportunity to do before). So, yeah, switch!Chrissy is definitely a thing. Personally, I can’t imagine a world in which, after years of being stuck in the stereotypical 80s comphet relationship, Chrissy wouldn’t want to explore her sensuality and her desires once she’s finally in a relationship where she feels not only free to do so, but encouraged to do so.

[placeinthisworld]

there is something so personal about a girl and her everything bagel and apple juice

[hawnks]

*through clenched teeth* i will not let spite be my creative motivator i will not let spite be my creative motivator i will not—

[neuvistar]

Biker! Dan heng, Sunday and aventurine?

Sfw and NSFW

Like I'm brain dead for them

DREAM RIDE. biker! honkai star rail men part one

— featuring ┊aventurine, sunday, (il) dan heng x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! sfw + nsfw, feminine terms used (she, girl, etc), cunniligus (aventurine #1 pussy eater strikes again), orgasm denial (sunday), jus a tad bit of subby dan heng, semi-public s3x? (sunday), blowjob (dan heng), use of vibrators (sunday), riding (dan heng) use of nicknames, multiple orgasms, bath s3x (aventurine), sunday is a MENACE here, reader implied 2 be a lil smaller than them, v4ginal fingering (aventurine), more tba! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊NOT PROOFREAD ! might correct tmr if i’m not sleepy! <3 anyways hi guys writers block stopped biting my ass anyways guys i’m SOOO attracted 2 aventurine it’s acc insane he needs to be jailed from how majestic he is.. erm! whoever keeps sending asks abt biker! hsr men god bless u and ur entire family | reblogs r appreciated

⊹ 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

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⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would take you out for late night rides! he’s a total drama queen, let’s get that out of the way. he loves you, yes, but he’d get so pouty whenever you turn him down for your daily night rides with him, he sulks and sulks.. clinging onto your figure until you finally say yes! jokes aside, aventurine really does enjoy your company, he really does value quality time as he would go as far to even take you out to see the stars, feel the breeze and have some fresh air, or just have a midnight snack!

“come on, baby.. 2am is nothing! just come and ride with me for a bit, i promise i’ll have you back til 3?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who always finds himself buying you gifts before visiting you and such! sometimes he’d just be riding around on the road and all of the sudden his hands are full of bags and gifts just for you before he gets to your place! he’s a huge gift giver, spoiling you to the brim.

“would [name] like this one.. no no, maybe this one. hm.. maybe both.”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who can be insecure at times, sometimes he thinks about whether he’s truly right for you or not. like, usually he wouldn’t give in to these thoughts but there are times where he’s just riding around at night n he suddenly stops n goes.. “what if [name] is bored of me?” even though he might not show it, poor thing needs A LOT and i mean A LOT of reassurance from you, please tell him he’s good enough for you!

“my darling.. are you sure i’m right for you? i mean, you know. i’ve just been.. thinking. you’re not gonna leave, are you.. hm? ‘gonna stay with me, right?”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE absolutely loves having sex while you both take bubble baths, i mean.. it’s essential to have good hygiene, isn’t it? aventurine pumped his fingers within your pussy, circling his thumb over your clit as he licked his lips, nuzzling close against your neck. “mmh.. you like that?” his voice, husky and low as his fingers reached the deepest parts of your cunt, a sharp gasp caught in your throat as he held you firmly against him. watching you struggle to stifle your moans made him feel a combination of pride and surprise. aventurine gripped your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "damn, sweetheart.. are my fingers that good?" he murmured, his voice low and steady.

aventurine growled softly, pleasure coursing through him at your reaction. his fingers deeply thrusted in and out of you, feeling your tight walls spasm around his digits. with a lick of his lips, he added another finger within your drenched pussy.. the sound of water splashing against his fingers, his speed rising more and more.. stretching you delicately. "missed this," he groaned, adding more speed to his rhythm. "missed the way your body responds to me, my darling girl..” his eyes locked onto yours, seeing the desire mirrored back at him. he wanted to make you cum, that was his goal for the night.. to hear you scream his name again. the roughness of his fingers grew, the sounds of water splashing against his hand was enough to embarrass you, aeons.. he was going fast alright. “c’mon, sweetheart.. it’s been ages since i made you squirt. mmh.. these fingers are good enough to make you squirt, right?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would eat you out almost all the time, whether it’s on his motorcycle seat while he holds your body, or maybe his table filled with tools, or just a plain old bed. aventurine is willing to eat you out literally anywhere, his tongue piercing made it even better. aventurine savoured every second of this, allowing his senses to be consumed by your intoxicating flavour. your body trembled above him, carefully laid on the seat of his motorcycle as he chuckled against your pussy.. your hands buried in his hair as he delved deeper into your depths. the blonde’s tongue danced expertly, exploring every hidden crevice while his fingers played with your swollen bud. “you taste divine," he murmured against your sex, causing you to arch your back sharply. "just like the finest wine, only better." his words hung heavy in the air between them, fuelling your rising passion.

aventurine attacked your cunt hungrily, devouring your folds with complete vigor. aeons, he was obsessed with your pussy, and your taste. the way your wetness spilled out onto his tongue, mixing with the warm atmosphere surrounding the both of you drove him crazy. his large hands held you firmly against the seat of his motorcycle, hands roamed freely over your body, tweaking one of your nipples roughly while diving deeper inside your drenched pussy. your boyfriend groaned into your folds, feeling your walls tremble around him. “good darling.. such a good girl taking my tongue so well.” “.. ‘turine.. you’re gonna make me fall on here.. j—just eat me out on the desk..” you murmured, wincing when you felt a slap on your pussy. “whoops, sorry angel,” ugh.. this tease. “mm.. no-can-do, sweetheart. i like seeing you like this. just imagine, my cum leaking out of your pussy and right onto my bike.” he licked a single stripe on your cunt, chuckling when he noticed your legs quivering. “oh how fascinating would that be.”

⊹ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

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⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who has a habit of grabbing onto your waist, or just snaking his arm around it! i mean, he does this for many reasons.. one, to show you’re taken, and two, mm.. he just feels like it! sunday would do it on random occasions, whether he’s talking with his biker friends, at the cashier, anywhere! he loves grabbing your waist and he makes that very clear, maybe if he’s in the mood.. he’d slide his hand beneath your shirt as well wink wink

sunday glanced at your form, a small smile forming on his face when he saw you examining your surroundings. he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling your body firmly against his.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who’s jealousy is intense. sunday would get angry at you, give you the silent treatment, or just bluntly ignore you if you were found talking and laughing with another guy other than him. he refuses to believe that you can be happy with other guys other than him. he would glare at other people he catches staring at what’s his, he was.. possessive. and whenever you catch sight of it, he would try and manipulate you to thinking he’s doing it for your own good! because all those men that were staring at you were bad! (wow, he’s a bastard) saying this, he’s a huge manipulator.. it can be a handful dating him.

“trust me, my love. can’t you see how those men were staring at you?” his voice was soft, dangerously soft. the malicious glint in his eyes didn’t hide anything. “they’re after you, angel. they’re after what’s mine. i’m only trying to protect you. why are you so doubtful of me, hm? do you not love me anymore? are you perhaps.. bored of me?”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who loves being in control, this can be taken in a sexual or non sexual sense <3 sunday is assertive, and he knows what’s right for you. (most of the time!) he can be a bit controlling at times, but he means no harm! he just wants to keep you safe, promise! sometimes sunday would give you that look whenever you would try n defy him, he means business.. trust me. because of this, he can be cold and stubborn towards you at times without even knowing, geez.. he really needs to work on that.

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY loves being in control, as i’ve mentioned.. but especially in bed. besides that, he’s so damn mean.. he doesn’t let you cum unless he tells you to, kissing your tears away with his lips. “ah ah ah, darling.. what did i say about cumming?” his eyes devoured your small frame, taking in every curve and angle of your body. sunday couldn't help but feel a surge of dominance and control over you, chuckling lowly. you was his, every fiber of your being was his, and he'd take care of you properly. his thrusts were hard to take in, his size and speed.. aeons. the way his cock slides in so easily had him biting his lip, he’s so mean and strict whenever you both make love, spanking you a few times whenever he sees you dozing off!

his eyes never left yours, even when he would immediately pull out when you were on the verge of orgasming, earning a sweet whine from your lips. “please.. please let me cum! sunday, baby please.. i can’t hold it anymore!” oh, how if only you knew how much he loves it when you beg. “oh baby.. i love it when you beg like that.” sunday groaned deeply from pleasure, landing another smack to your ass.. grinning at the sight of you swirling beneath him, “it only makes me wanna do this more.. it makes me wanna keep you here, stop you from cumming all over my cock. do you want that?” “n—no please.. please let me cum, sunday.. i need it—“ “keep begging, my angel. maybe i’ll let you cum if you keep begging and whining for me. come now, speak up.”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who absolutely loves using vibrators on you whenever you both go out together, it’s amusing to him! (stupid bastard) he would increase it’s speed at random times to catch you off guard.. for his own amusement. listen, you really love your boyfriend but sometimes you just wanna slap that stupid smile off his face. you were casually picking out some candy in the candy aisle, a soft smile on your face before you felt that same old sensation within you.. causing a gasp to leave your pretty lips. “mm.. what are you looking at here, my love?” sunday murmured softly, chuckling at your vulnerable state. “sunday.. lower the speed please..” you begged, aeons! you were stupid to even think he’d decrease it’s speed!

your boyfriend smirked, the vibrator’s speed only grew more by the second as you could feel the wetness of your pussy seep through your panties, filling you with humiliation and embarrassment as you could barely walk, holding your hand over your mouth. “fuck.. sunday please..” you knew begging wasn’t gonna get you anywhere.. you knew you would have to have that stupid thing inside you for hours on end, overstimulating your pussy and entire body while your boyfriend watched and held you with pure amusement. to your bewilderment, there were times where sunday would go as far to fingering you by a nearby alleyway, his hands drenched in your juices. this man.. you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. sunday’s pretty fingers dug deep into your drenched pussy, knuckles deep while he had that same stupid sadistic smile on his face. “i should put that thing in you more.. look how wet your pussy is. it’s practically drooling for me, angel.”

⊹ 𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

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⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who is more of a private relationship typa guy, he prefers to keep his relationships private! despite this, he still shows his love for you in many other ways, it’s easy to say that some people are even surprised he was dating you, because of how reserved he is when it came to personal matters <3 he values his and yours’ privacy, you can trust me on that!

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who struggles putting on his helmet because of his horns (lol), you find it really cute! whenever he leaves your house, sometimes he takes 10 minutes trying to figure out how to wear a helmet because of his horns. he found this so annoying to the point he probably had a custom helmet made for him and his horns!

you nearly let out a giggle when you gazed at him, struggling to wear his helmet over his head. dan heng’s tail swished against his leg, glancing up at you with a slight frown. “[name], it’s not funny.”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would teach you how to ride a motorcycle so you and him can ride around together, i mean.. you can’t blame him! he doesn’t show it much, but he really does hope to spend more time with you, and he thinks this is effective and efficient! dan heng would guide you through it slowly, keeping his hands on your waist while he helped your practice with the brakes and all you needed to know! to be honest, this was really just an excuse to touch you, but can you blame him? his large hands would brush against your hips, helping you adjust and sit properly, it’s a good thing these things take awhile to learn!

“mhm, i got you.” his thumb rubbed circles on your hips, humming. “you’re a fast learner, [name]. you never fail to surprise me.”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who just loves having your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock after an exhausting day of biking all day and night. soft gasps and whimpers left his lips as he showed a completely different side of him that night, full of pure desperation and need. “am i.. doing this right?” your voice was muffled against his dick, sending vibrations to his nerves as his hand was carefully placed atop of your head, body aching for release. “yes.. keep sucking me off like that..” with a grunt, he closed his eyes briefly while savouring the warmth of your tongue tracing circles around the sensitive slit.

"more please, baby..“ dan heng begged, arching his back slightly as your warm, wet tongue caressed the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly before sliding down its veiny shaft. the sensation was foreign yet familiar, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. unable to resist any longer, he reached down, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts his hips upward, pushing deeper into your waiting mouth.his breathing became heavier, the sound of each labored gasp echoing in the otherwise silent room, punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your mouth working him over. your tongue swirls around the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive area underneath his balls before returning to suck and stroke him feverishly. “you’re so good to me.. s.. so good to me..”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would let you ride him just like how he lets you ride his motorcycles! he just wants to put your pleasure first, really. dan heng’s mind raced as he watched you ride him. he was going to lose it, he knew it very well. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your pussy coating his cock with pure white juices, the sound of your gasps, and the feeling of your breasts against his chest created a whirlwind of emotions. he watched you struggle to stifle your moans while gripping your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "you’re doing great, love. fuck.. take your time and do what feels good," he encouraged, his voice low and steady.

he hoped his presence provided comfort, guiding his precious girlfriend to enjoy the sensations without feeling pressure to perform. their bodies moved in harmony together, lust fuelled by the thrill of victory as dan heng’s breaths grew ragged. his face flushed at the sight of your breasts bouncing, biting his lip at how overwhelming this was.. the sound of skin slapping against each other was all that came through, their moans punctuated the intensity of their shared moment. your hands grabbed everywhere.. his biceps, his chest, and oh.. even his horns. he was absolutely losing it. “sh—shit.. use my cock, use my cock for your own pleasure, beloved.. you’re doing so well..”

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[joelsgreys]

baby, i’m yours

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You remind Joel that you’re his.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION however she does wear Joel’s t-shirt and he semi lifts her onto a counter? sorta but not really? UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (Joel is in his 50’s but reader’s specific age is not mentioned). established relationship, sort of. consumption of food (if you are allergic to peanuts, i so sorry). angst, Joel and Ellie’s strained relationship is lightly implied, Joel is insecure, it’s implied reader did some horrible things in her past, reassurance, brief smut, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, consider it a quickie idk. apologies if i missed anything.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this short lil thing has been sitting in my drafts forever. i finished it while i was in ireland and finally had the chance to sit down and do a quick edit and when i say it was quick, i flew through it so i could hop onto my next wip so please excuse any errors! here’s a spotify link to the song if anyone’s curious, it’s an oldie but a goodie although it may not be everyone’s cup of tea.

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Joel rolls over in bed, his arm outstretched and seeking the warmth of your soft, naked body.

“Mmph,” a small, sleepy groan falls from his lips as his long, thick fingers feel around on your side of the bed—of his bed. Of course, you have your very own bedroom in the house you all had been placed in when you first arrived in Jackson. Your very own bed to sleep in is just down the hallway, but lately, you’ve been waking up beside him a lot more often than not, especially now that Ellie’s a bit older and she’s gone and made herself her own space out in the garage behind the house. Being under the same roof as Joel did those two more harm than it did good, and while you missed having her around, it was for the best.

“She’ll come around, Joel,” you’d assured him. “I know she will. She just needs a bit of time is all.”

“Hope you’re right, darlin’,” he had murmured sadly in response.

Still lost somewhere in between sleep and full consciousness, Joel continues feeling around for you, but all he finds are the wrinkled sheets, cold and abandoned. Confused, his eyes finally flutter open and with a painful protest from his sore, stiff back, he sits up, blinking furiously as he looks around the darkness of his bedroom. The door’s been left cracked open ever so slightly, and as his vision adjusts now that he’s fully awake, he notices the dim glow of the hallway light that’s peeking through into the room.

He turns and glances over at the old digital alarm clock perched on his nightstand, the obnoxious, bright red numbers practically screaming at him that it’s a quarter past midnight. With a small, tired grunt, Joel switches on the lamp beside the clock and swings his legs over the side of the mattress, goosebumps erupting across his flesh the instant that his bare feet meet the cold, hardwood floor. He stands and fumbles around for his clothes, which he’d tossed carelessly somewhere over his shoulder hours earlier when he’d been lost in the heat of the moment with you. He finds his faded, navy blue sweatpants strewn across a chair next to the door and pulls them on over his naked lower body before searching for his t-shirt. When he doesn’t immediately see it, he doesn’t bother, figuring that it’s just going to come back off when he climbs back into bed with you.

Padding out of his bedroom, he makes his way down the hallway, heading towards the staircase. As he draws closer, he hears it—the soft music that’s coming from downstairs.

Baby, I'm yours

and I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky

yours until the rivers all run dry

in other words, until I die

He’s led towards the kitchen and that’s where he finds you.

Joel wants to be annoyed. 

Fuck, he tries to be annoyed. But he can’t help the way that the corners of his mouth threaten to turn upwards when his eyes take in the sight before him.

You’re standing at the center island slowly swaying your hips from side to side along to the beat of the song that’s playing from the record player perched next to the instant coffee maker on the counter behind you. He’d nearly wrung your neck when he found out what all you had traded just to get your hands on it, but you loved that thing more than life itself it seemed, so he couldn’t stay mad for very long. You’re making yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich—the peanut butter you’d learned how to make yourself with the old food processor he found deep in one of the kitchen cabinets, and the strawberry preserves you had picked up from the market earlier that week. Clad in nothing but his t-shirt, you’re singing along quietly to the lyrics as you finish making your late night snack.

Baby, I’m yours

and I’ll be yours until the sun no longer shines

yours until the poets run out of rhyme

in other words, until the end of time

Joel leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he watches you carefully lick the remnants of peanut butter off of the knife you’re using before setting it down on the counter. You then pick up the two pieces of bread and slap them together—you’d also learned how to bake homemade bread using some old nineties cookbook you had found in the commune’s library. Your sourdough is the reason he had to go up a notch in his belt.

Sandwich in hand, you do a little spin, humming happily as you take your first bite.

Joel loudly clears his throat from the doorway.

Startled, you whirl around and freeze, your eyes wide.

“Enjoyin’ yourself there, darlin’?” He asks amusedly as he approaches you.

“Jesus Christ! You scared me, Joel!” You hiss at him. You then realize what time of night it is and a look of guilt crosses your features. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, did I wake you up? I honestly thought that I had the volume down low enough in here—”

Frowning, you turn around and reach towards the record player to turn the music off, but much to your surprise, Joel stops you. “No, s’okay. I woke up on my own,” he assures you. “I reached over for you and you were gone.” The admission slips before he can even think to stop it. He notices how taken aback you are by what he’d just said and quickly asks, “What’cha doin’ up so late, anyway?”

“I was hungry,” you tell him, sheepishly holding up your food. You always have one hell of an appetite after Joel was through fucking you senseless. You take another bite and offer it to him. “Want some?”

“Sure.”

He accepts and takes a corner of the sandwich before handing it back to you. His fingers brush against yours and his face burns at the contact.

Fucking Christ. 

You’re standing there in nothing but his fucking t-shirt after he had, yet again, made you his in his own fucking bed, and that’s what gets him?

Truth be told, the only time he holds your hand is when he’s inside of you—his fingers lace with your own as he comforts you and praises you for being such a good girl for taking his cock the way you do.

For being so, so fucking good for him.

He’s thought about taking your hand in front of others. Particularly when he notices the way some of the men in town stare at you. Joel wants to make it known that you’re already spoken for. Only, you’re not spoken for, not really. 

You’re his, but you’re not really his. It’s not that he doesn’t want to take the leap and acknowledge the two of you are far more than just patrol partners, far more than just two people who fought like fucking hell to get some smart assed teenager—and the world’s only hope for a cure—across the country.

He feels undeserving of it. Of you and your heart.

Several seasons had come and gone since you’d both arrived in Jackson with Ellie in tow, and somehow, Joel still can’t fathom what you’re doing by his side. She’s out of the house now and there’s nothing tying you to him, so why are you still here?

He’s so much older. Closer and closer to being on his way out, while you still had your entire life left ahead of you. He’s worn down, hardened from the post outbreak world. And you, you hadn’t lost any of your softness, your sweetness. Not even after the things you’d been forced to do to survive because of him.

You could meet someone younger, someone closer to your own age. You could marry, even start a family. You could be with someone who could give you a good life, the life you deserve.

The life that he’s too fucking broken to give you.

“Joel?” Your voice breaks into his thoughts. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. M’fine.” He gestures to the record player with a nod of his head. “Y’know, this song’s older than me. By a few years. Came out in the early sixties.”

Joel half expects you to make some wisecrack joke and tease him over his age like you have done in the past—especially when the kid would get you going. Instead, he watches you set what’s left of your sandwich down and brush the crumbs from your hands before holding one of them out to him.

Confused, he stares at it for a moment before his dark eyes meet yours. “What are you doin’?”

“Dance with me,” you say, smiling at him.

“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me, right?” When he realizes you’re being serious, he shakes his head. “Y’know I don’t—I can’t dance.”

Dropping your hand back down to your side, you turn around and flip the record, starting the song over again before whirling back around and taking Joel’s hands in yours.

“Just follow my lead,” you tell him as you place them on your waist. Your own hands settle themselves on his broad shoulders, his skin warm beneath your fingertips. “Don’t overthink it.”

“You’re fuckin’ ridiculous,” Joel grumbles underneath his breath, however he finds himself moving along with you without further protest. Subconsciously, he pulls you closer against him as the two of you slowly sway from side to side along to the beat of the music. He chuckles, “Y’know we gotta be up at the asscrack of dawn for patrol, right?”

“And your point is?” You rest your head on his shoulder and exhale a soft, contended sigh.

Joel’s lips threaten to pull down once more.

Could it be that you’re actually content with him?

Head still on his shoulder, you sing along softly with Barbara Lewis. 

“I’m gonna stay right here by your side

do my best to keep you satisfied

nothing in this world can drive me away

‘cause every day you'll hear me say…”

It quickly becomes too much for him. Joel’s hands leave your waist. Taking your wrists, he tugs your arms from around his neck and gently pushes you away from him. “Why?” he finally asks the question that’s been hanging off the tip of his tongue for the better part of the last three years. “Why me?”

You stare at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Why me?” he repeats himself. “Why me when you can have anyone else—”

Your reply is prompt and you say it so simply.

“Because I don’t want anyone else.”

“You deserve better.”

You peer at him curiously. “I deserve better?”

“You do. Ain’t got no business being with someone like me. After all the terrible shit I’ve done—”

“I did the same exact shit, Joel. Sometimes I did even fucking worse.” Somehow, softness laces your tone. You have never been angry with him and you weren’t about to start now. “What makes my hands any cleaner than yours?”

Joel begins to sputter. “M’older than you. Much older. Should’a been a lot more careful. Should’a done more so you didn’t have to do those things.”

His hands still curled around your wrists, you reach up and gingerly cradle the sides of his face. He winces, but then quickly melts into your touch, the very same touch that could heal his wounds, if only he would allow it.

“I made my own choices,” you remind him, quietly. Neither of you realize the music has stopped. “Quit acting like blood doesn’t stain my hands too because it does.”

His lips press into a tight line. “Blood stains your hands ‘cause of me. S’my fault. I was responsible for you. I was s’pposed to take care of you. I didn’t protect you the way I should’ve.”

You sigh.

“When are you going to stop blaming yourself, Joel?”

The muscle in his jaw ticks as it clenches. He averts his gaze, his eyes falling to the floor. He doesn’t answer.

You stroke the scruff of his beard lightly with your thumbs. “When are you going to stop thinking you’re not good enough for me? What’s it going to take for me to prove to you that you are all I could ever need and want?”

“You’re just wastin’ your fuckin’ life on me, darlin’. S’the truth and you fuckin’ know it as well as I do.”

Pulling your wrists out of his hands, you pivot on your heel and suck in a sharp breath, stubbornly blinking back the tears stinging your eyes. You’re frustrated.

It cuts you to your very core to know the man you’ve grown to love more than anything and anyone else on what’s left of this fucking planet can’t see that he’s enough. He’s more than enough.

Joel bites back his own frustrated sigh. He knows he can’t rely on you to tell him, rely on the reassurance—he needs to do his part and believe it. If he keeps trying to push you away, he just may very well succeed one day. He will lose you.

After a moment, he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his lips lightly brushing your neck. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, his own voice thickening as a lump forms in the back of his throat. He’s quick to swallow it down. “Jus’ have a hard time believin’ you’re mine. S’almost like my mind is lookin’ to prove me wrong.”

“But I am yours, Joel. I’m yours, I’m fucking yours.”

It’s more than just reassurance. It’s an oath, one you’ll honor for the rest of your life.

He holds you tighter. “Yeah?” He nips at the delicate spot right below your ear, his teeth scraping along tender flesh. “S’that right, baby? You’re all mine?”

“All yours,” you confirm breathlessly as his hands slowly begin trailing down the length of your sides, his fingers skimming the hem of his t-shirt.

Joel swiftly turns you around in his arms and slips his hand between your thighs. The next thing you know, he has you backed up against the counter and he’s shoving his sweatpants down, freeing his hard, thick cock. With one of your legs hooked around his waist, he buries himself into the warmth of your cunt and begins to deliver smooth, languid strokes.

“Say it again, baby,” he rasps into your neck. He coaxes your other leg up and around his waist and his large hands curl securely underneath your thighs as he bucks up into you. He’d deal with the back pain later. He pants, “Need—need to hear you say it, my sweet girl.”

You hold onto the countertop behind you as he fucks you, your fingernails digging into the laminated wood. “Fuck, I’m yours,” you moan into his shoulder. “I’m all yours, Joel. Oh fuck—”

You say it over and over again and he believes it.

He finally fucking believes it.

Sweet nothings fall from his lips with each thrust.

“S’lucky you’re all fuckin’ mine.”

“My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

“Gonna keep you for the rest of my fuckin’ life.”

When he spills into you, there’s no regret on his part nor yours. You’d always wanted to feel him come inside of you—secretly, so did he. Joel’s deep, guttural groans bounce off of the kitchen walls as your pussy fills with him, with all of him, taking as much as it can before he begins leaking out of you and down the insides of your thighs.

“Jesus,” he exhales. He dips his head for a kiss. “You’re all messy now, baby,” he mumbles against your lips. “How’s about we go upstairs and get back into bed so I can clean you up?”

Giggling, you mimic him and remind him of what he’d said earlier. “Y’know we gotta be up at the asscrack of dawn for patrol, right?”

Joel grins. “And your point is?”

You laugh again as he leads you out of the kitchen and back up to his bedroom—to yours and his bedroom.

[moonbeamwritings]

“Rin,” you whine, perching your chin on his stomach, eyeing him despite the phone that blocks your view. He’s aimlessly scrolling, just like he always does before bed, and you’re keen on stopping him. Your stomach grumbles and you call his name again. “Rintarouu.”

Without looking, he plops a hand onto your head and tells you, “Sorry, it’s after business hours.”

“Rin,” you’re not above groveling as your voice dips into a whine again, “can we go get food?”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“So? That McDonald’s down the street is open. I already checked.”

Rintarou’s hand moves to start massaging your scalp, though he still refuses to look at you.

“And, when have you ever turned down late-night fries?”

His phone tilts to the right and his pretty face comes into view, faux annoyance crossing his features. “But I’m sleepy, and it’s cold out.”

Making a show of batting your lashes at him, you jut out your bottom lip. “Please, babe. It’ll be my treat. You don’t even have to order if you don’t want to.” You shuffle up his chest to invade more of his space. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He quirks a brow, putting his phone aside to pull you towards his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

“Rin,” you redirect, “the food. That’s priority number one.”

His lithe fingers curl around the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your lips meet. He pulls away after a few, sweet seconds, but not before nipping at your bottom lip. “Alright, fine. We’ll go.”

He pinches the plush of your warming cheek and grins. “But only because you beg so pretty.”

Rolling your eyes and pushing against his chest, you move to stand, pulling on his hand to force him to make good on his promise.

When you reach the front door, clad in his EJP hoodie that’s a size or two too big, Rintarou tugs the hood up onto your head and pulls on the strings, making it scrunch around your face. He ties them before bundling you up in his coat next.

Affection creeps into the corners of Rintarou’s gray eyes as he inspects your form. “C’mon stinky, let’s go. My baby’s gotta eat.”

Five minutes later, you’re standing in the lobby of McDonald’s, cheeks rosy from the cold and Rintarou’s fingers entangled with yours as he earnestly inspects the menu. When you’re up, he tugs you along towards the counter, and speaks before you even have the chance to open your mouth, ordering your usual and then his, making a point to slip his card into the machine.

“Hey,” you hiss once the order is placed, squeezing his hand in yours. “I said I’d pay.”

He stoops a bit to press a kiss to the crown of your head, right atop your hood. “Don’t you worry yer pretty lil’ head about it, okay? I wanted to.”

“But-”

A click of his tongue stops you in your tracks as he slings his arm around your shoulders. “Nuh uh. No buts.”

You sigh at his insistence, but nevertheless you tell him, “Thank you, Rin.”

Pleased, he hums, “Mhm.”

The food comes out moments later, and with his arm still resting on your shoulders, he guides you home. And as a winter chill nips at the tip of your nose, you snuggle closer to Rintarou’s side, excited to share a late-night snack with him.

[theemporium]

wait wait wait i just saw the slumblurb party!!! sooo cuteee!!!!

how about 🧸 with daniel and kiddo having a nightmare so they come to your bedroom for cuddles and Danny makes everything better 🥺

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thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Daddy?”

The hour was late. It was long past midnight, it was completely dark outside—pitch black. And it didn’t help that the recent storm had thunder booming, lightning flashing and rain pattering down on the windows since earlier that night. It was a lot stronger than any of them expected. It only got stronger over the late hours. 

It hadn’t been bad when Jasper Ricciardo went to sleep. 

The same couldn’t be said now. 

Maybe it was the howling wind or the branches hitting his window. Maybe it was the flashes of bright light whenever lightning struck or the creaking of the house as it battled the storm. Maybe it was the scary dream he had of a monster breaking into his room as he cried for help.

Or maybe it was all of the above that led little five year old Jasper rushing to your bedroom, clutching onto the little lion teddy his favourite uncle gave him.

Daniel thought he imagined the door to the bedroom opening. He assumed it was a noise from the wind outside, that his sleepy brain was just playing jokes on him. But then he heard soft footsteps pattering against the wooden floor and a small hand tugging on his arm. 

“Daddy? Are you awake?” 

It took him a few seconds to blink his eyes open and focus on the sight in front of him, but when he did, he was wide awake. He took in his son, the teary eyes and the slightly pale face and the way his knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding onto his teddy. He took in the way the boy was sniffling and shaking, the way he looked far younger than his already young age.

“Hey buddy,” Daniel murmured as he quickly sat up, reaching for the small lamp on his bedside table. “What’s wrong?” 

“I–” Jasper opened his mouth but the words got caught in his throat, like he was too scared to admit anything. 

“You can tell me,” Daniel assured him, reaching a hand out for the boy to come closer. “Daddy won’t judge.”

Jasper still looked doubtful. “Badger promise?”

Daniel smiled a little. “Badger promise.”

The boy hardly wasted any time as the words rushed out of his mouth like a dam opening up. “I had a bad dream. It was a scary dream. I didn’t like it. And I know I’m supposed to be a big boy but it—”

“Hey, even big boys get scared,” Daniel told his son as he wasted no time in reaching for the boy, pulling him up onto the bed until the young boy was curled up on his lap and nuzzling himself as close as he could to his father. “I get bad dreams that still scare me too. And do you know what helps?”

Jasper looked up at him with big, brown eyes. “What?” 

“Cuddles,” he said before giving his son a squeeze. “What do you say? Do you and lil Maximus wanna sleep here tonight?”

Jasper looked down at his lion teddy before looking back up at his father. “Can we?”

“Of course you can,” Daniel said with a smile as he lifted the duvet, helping his son slip under before he reached to turn the lamp off. “We can protect each other from bad dreams and monsters.” 

“You can beat any monster, daddy,” Jasper whispered as he nuzzled into his father’s side, the lion teddy squished between their bodies. “You’re stronger than them.”

His chest tightened with pride. “Hell yeah, I am. And you’re gonna grow up to be just as strong. And then me and you will protect mummy together.”

“I think mummy is stronger than both of us,” Jasper admitted and Daniel didn’t hide his snort.

“Yeah, I think so too, buddy.”

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[ramp-it-up]

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx Drysdale)

Word Count: a little over 1K

Summary: Ransom helps your anxiety.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Mentions of anxiety, nervousness, restless sleep. Soft Ransom, sleepy sex, manual sex, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, p-in-v, a lil' dumbification kink, good girl kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, breeding kink.

A/N: This is for #KinktoberMaybe and may or may not be based on some things that may or may not have happened in real life. Part of the Minx Series.

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"You Up?"

You rolled over and looked Ransom in his sky blue eyes. Maybe you’d dreamt him asking you that. It made you remember the days when he would text you begging to come over at 2 am.

After he’d just left you at midnight.

“Mornin’ Ran.”

Ransom leaned up on his elbow and so he could see you better. You’d been sleeping restlessly, making a 180 degree turn with your head ending up at the foot of the bed.

You'd been ball of anxiety lately, working on the final edits of your book and more than a little nervous about your debut novel, despite the encouragement Ransom and Walter gave you. Ransom had even said it was the most brilliant thing he’d read in a while. That was high praise coming from him.

Caring for an active toddler and trying to make sure that you didn’t neglect Ransom were forefront in your mind as well. You were exhausted from what seemed a million things at once and had fallen into bed late the night before.

“You sure you’re awake?”

He did ask you that. You smiled at your husband and nodded.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Good. C’mere. Wanna make you cum.”

Your giggle caught in your throat as you saw he was serious. You just hummed as you moved into his outstretched arms and grabby hands.

“Ran?”

You had no doubt about his desire for you, but this was new.

Ransom pulled down your panties and lifted your tank top up to your chin. He pulled you close and hooked his leg over yours, opening you up to the cool air of the room.

“Been thinking about this all night when you were tossing and turning. You need something to calm you the fuck down.”

You gasped as Ransom moved his fingers into your mouth.

“Be a good fucking girl and get ‘em wet for me, Minx.”

“Hmmmm? Ummmhmmm.”

You nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your anxiety started slipping away as Ransom whispered sweet nasty words in your ear.

“I’m gonna play with this sweet, sloppy cunt until you cum a couple of times in my arms. I’m gonna hold you down and make you take it while I watch that perfect slutty face of yours as you take what I do to you.”

Ransom was already playing with one nipple with the hand that was around you and grasping you close to him; as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a trail of saliva filled the path of his fingers down your neck and to the other as he twisted your nipples in tandem. You moaned at the disparate sensations from wet and dry fingers, wiggling in his grasp.

“Look at you. Going dumb all from me playing with you already. Gonna be my sweet little dumb baby girl? I haven’t even started yet. Go dumb all you want. Just be sure not to run away from what I’m about to do.”

You sighed and sank further into his arms, trusting and anticipating the pleasure that was to come.

“Oh!”

Ransom’s hand was at your pussy now, and the quick force of air before his finger came down to slap it was your only warning.

“Ran!”

You arched, pushing your ass into the mattress and your head into his arm as you moved with pleasure. You could feel his hard cock on your hip and the wet spot on his boxers and you reached for it.

Ransom let you have what you wanted, and he kissed your temple.

“Sweet little dumb Minxy for my cock. Go ahead. Play with it. S’not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

Ransom smoothed his fingers down your clit, collecting the wetness there and pushing all three fingertips inside you sideways as your thumb swiped across his wet, dripping slit.

“Fuck, Ran…,” you whined as he moved and curled his digits just right to reach that sweet spongy spot inside you. Ransom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Right… right there, hunh?”

Ransom chuckled into your ear as you opened your legs wider for him. He bit your earlobe as his thumb strummed your clit. Your legs started shaking and you arched into his mouth which was now at your nipple, sucking hard and causing sparks to go off behind your eyelids.

“Ummmhmmmm.”

You started stroking him faster and licking your lips. Ransom was paying rapt attention to all your expressions.

“What’re you thinking about, Minxy? Giving me that neck while I make you cum? Want me to stuff it down your throat?”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the thought made you even wetter and Ransom could feel your pussy tremor.

“Yes, please Ran!”

You nodded frantically.

“Not this time, Minx. You always manage to distract me with that and you run away from your orgasm. This time you’re gonna get what you deserve.”

“Nooo…”

This time you shook your head as Ransom carefully watched your face. He could read you like a book and he pulled you even closer by pulling his arm around your throat. He pulled your legs even further apart as he concentrated on circling your clit as he controlled your air.

You grasped at his arm because you felt what was coming, and it was going to be big. Ransom eased up on your windpipe as you arched into the bed again, your body stiffening as you neared the top of the rollercoaster of pleasure. His mouth drew nearer to your ear as you signaled how close you were.

"Give it to me, Minx."

That gravelly bass was all you needed.

“Uh.. ah. OHHHFFUUUUCCCKKK!”

You became a bucking bronco and Ransom's strong arms and leg held you captive to feeling all of the pleasure. Your mind blanked as Ransom relentlessly thumbed your clit.

You couldn't breathe, but you managed a weak, “S-t-tooo much…”

“You can take it. You’re a strong girl. A real good girl Minx. You made me fall for you. You carried Golden. You can do anything. My good, sweet girl.”

You began to feel another orgasm building as Ransom continued. You felt the pressure building again and had to get away, trying to grab his hand in vain.

Ransom’s muscles rippled as his arm stayed right where it was. He palmed the back of your head and tilted your head.

“Look at that. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. What your body is going to do for me…”

He groaned as he felt your pussy spasm when you watched his fingers moving on you.

“Ransom!”

You squealed as you watched yourself squirt all over him. He must have been magic because you thought you saw his hand as it moved even faster between your legs.

“Ahhh. Yes. Yea ha ha yesss! Give me that shit.”

You were sobbing now as Ransom let you go, climbing down your body to put his mouth on you.

You jumped as he licked and sucked your slopping wet slit and smiled at your bliss. You were alternating between tears and laughter as you saw his delighted face.

You tugged his hair gently as he playfully kissed your sodden, pulsing pussy and smiled up at you.

“There now. Don’t you feel relaxed?”

You laughed at your husband.

“I hate you Ransom.”

Random placed another kiss on your pussy as he climbed back up beside you.

“I love you too, Minx.”

You were boneless, floating in space as you looked at your tousle-haired rake of a spouse. You ascertained that he was fully naked and still hard against your thigh even though you were floaty and your eyes were half closed.

“There’s just one more thing Ran...”

“What’s that Minx?”

Ransom's eyes were dark as you pulled him to you. He couldn’t resist slotting himself between your thighs as he stared at your fucked-out face.He leaned down and gave a taste of his you-flavored lips as he slid his thick hard cock inside you and moaned.

“Fuck me back to sleep Ran. Need more rest.”

Ransom rocked deep inside you, sucking and marking up your neck as his hand slid down your body. You relished his girth and the feel of every bump and ridge of him as he started stroking inside you, making your insides light up like the early morning sky.

“Whatever you need, Minx…but you’ve got to give me one more. Around my cock, like the good little girl you are…”

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[tsimvkas]

joão félix — blurb #1

The night before João’s birthday, he went to bed early. Despite it being his birthday, he still had training the next day and needed a good night of sleep, so he kissed you goodnight and tried to relax.

You decided to stay awake, reading a book on your kindle whilst scratching his scalp. You had planned a little midnight surprise for him, with balloons and a small cake, but as time passed, you lost the courage to wake him up.

When the clock struck midnight and it was finally his birthday, you took your time to watch him. His brown hair falling on his forehead, his lil snores. The outline of his lips and his open mouth, his freckles and his nose. You were so in love with him it hurts.

João had a difficult time in the last years, not fitting his clubs, not knowing what to do. And you were there for him through it all. Now, it just feels good to be able to see the boy you love in a club he loves, surrounded by friends and real fans. It just feels good to see João smiling and waking up to work without a little pout.

You just wish this could last forever.

Your boyfriend stirred, opening one eye to look at you. You smiled at him, surprised, and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I woke you up?” you asked, frowning when he shook his head. “Then why are you awake?”

“Where’s my cake?” he asked sheepishly, with his voice muffled by the pillow. “I know you made a cake”

“Oh you- I can’t believe you were spying on me!”

“I wasn’t, I swear” he giggled, hugging your waist and pulling you close. “I just know you made it. You always do”

“I did. But I’m not sure you can eat wake at midnight” you smiled, brushing his hair out of his face and thinking of the little cake you tried to make, with a tiny João wearing the blaugrana colours on top of it. “Happy birthday, baby”

“Uhmmm” João hummed, kissing your cheeks. He was still sleepy, his voice raspy and groggy, and he looked like the most adorable man in the world. “Thank you. But I still want my cake”

[miracleonice87]

#18 - Paris: Barzy

from m’s midnights prompt list

cw: 18+; gets just a lil spicyyyy at the end

a belated birthday treat for @kerwritesthings 🫶 enjoy!

18. Paris: “Privacy sign on the door / and on my page and on the whole world / romance is not dead if you keep it just yours” 

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“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.”

You woke to Mat’s gentle whispers and feathery kisses to your upper back and down your arm, sighing blissfully as your senses finally roused. You turned onto your back to find him resting on his side, freshly showered and donning the plush, white resort bathrobe. 

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, your hand coming to rest on his stubbly cheek, thumb stroking his jaw.

He beamed, gathering your fingers in his and pressing kisses to each one. “Hated to wake you, but our brunch reservation is in about an hour,” he told you. 

You nodded, arching your back to stretch your sleepy muscles before sitting up in bed, tucking the covers around your bare chest. 

“What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes as Mat chuckled, flopping onto his back. 

“Just after 10,” he answered. 

Your eyes went wide. “Jesus,” you muttered. You reached for your phone on the nightstand on your side of the bed, then snuggled back into Mat’s side as you turned off “Do Not Disturb” mode for the first time in 36 hours and scrolled the bevy of notifications that immediately appeared on your screen.

10 missed calls

4 missed FaceTime calls

13 iMessages

Bestie - iMessage: do you wanna grab drinks later?? 

Bestie - iMessage: bitch why tf is your do not disturb on in the middle of the day

Mom - iMessage: Hi! Just checking in because I haven’t heard from you today. Hope all is well! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Did you watch Vanderpump tonight?

Sis - iMessage: HELLOOO

Sis - iMessage: I’m going to bed, better wake up to a text from you so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere

Broski - iMessage: where tf are you, dude

Sis - iMessage: Guess not. Call meeee pls

Bestie - iMessage: your sister called me this morning, you better tell one of us you’re alive

Broski - iMessage: yooooooooo???

Bestie - iMessage: are you with your secret boyfriend? your sister just asked me and I’m pretty sure she’s onto something

Mom - iMessage: Your sister mentioned that you might be with a guy. If that is the case, PLEASE be careful!!! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Oh you are SO completely with that dude

“Your family think I kidnapped you?” Mat asked behind you, ghosting his fingertips back and forth across your shoulders, sending a tingle down your spine. 

You breathed a laugh and locked your phone. “Little bit,” you answered, rolling over onto him, belly to belly. “Let ‘em,” you proclaimed, tossing your phone to the end of the bed.

“Whatever you say,” he said, allowing his hands to travel down your back and come to rest on the curve of your ass, giving each of them a hearty squeeze. 

“You left the privacy sign on the door, right?” you whispered, rolling your hips into his and combing your acrylic nails against his scalp slowly, suggestively. 

He swallowed hard, then let out a shaky breath through pursed lips. “Y-yeah.”

You gave a single nod, then lowered your head to whisper, “good,” in his ear before biting at the shell of it, causing him to shudder beneath you. 

You chuckled devilishly, starting to shimmy your way down the mattress, leaving kisses along his body in your wake. 

“Mmm, I think we’re gonna be late for brunch,” you told him softly, trailing your nails down his abs. 

The six-foot-tall, two-hundred-something hockey player beneath you whimpered like a newborn puppy as you toyed with the waistband of his briefs, smirking all the while.

[undertheopensky]

We Are But Children 1

Whumptober Day 12: Insomnia

Characters: Four, Sky, lil bit of Hyrule and Legend

Trigger warnings: Past Violence to a Child

Read on Ao3!

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Tiny!Four sniffles.

Sky looks up sharply. Tiny!Four is curled in his older counterpart’s bedroll, and until now he’d thought he was sound asleep. Another shuddery breath shakes his small frame. Nightmare or homesick, Sky guesses, and sets aside the half-finished spoon to head over.

Laying a hand on the boy’s shoulder gets a flinch – definitely not asleep, then. “Hey, buddy,” Sky murmurs, “what’s wrong?”

The boy rolls over. Under the tear tracks, he’s tense and wary. Tiny!Four hadn’t taken to their explanations as well as Tiny!Legend, probably because he’s only eight and remembers being halfway into his first (and as far as Tiny!Four is concerned, only) adventure. He’d spent the first couple of hours calling for his grandfather and someone named ‘Ezlo’, and crying over the bird-shaped charm on the hood of his overtunic. He doesn’t know where he is or what’s happening. He doesn’t trust them.

But he’s still just eight years old and alone and scared in the dark. And Sky is warm enough and safe enough that when he draws close Tiny!Four reaches out, and lets himself be bundled up into Sky’s side.

“I’ve got you,” Sky says softly. “You’re alright. You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I c-can’t sleep,” Tiny!Four wails, blessedly muffled in Sky’s shoulder. “Is cold and too dark and I heard a wolfos an’ I’m scared –”

“Shhhh,” Sky murmurs, rocking him gently. “I know. I heard the wolfos too, but I’m not scared. Any wolfos that’s out tonight will steer clear of us. Do you know why?”

Tiny!Four’s tear stained face peers up at him.

“We have a fire, and lots of people, and we don’t have any food out for them to smell. We’re scary, to them, and we don’t have anything they want. So if they find us, they’ll smell the smoke, and see all of us with our weapons, and not find anything to eat, and go off and hunt deer instead. We’ll be okay.”

“But what if they don’t? What if they think we’re food?”

“That’s why I’m awake,” Sky explains. It’s a bit awkward – Tiny!Four is tiny, but he’s still eight – but he manages to pick the boy up with minimal fumbling and balance him on his hip so that he can walk the perimeter. It’s not a real patrol, though Tiny!Four won’t know that. Sky walks slow and swaying, and talks in a low voice. “I’m watching for monsters, and listening for anything close by that might attack us. If I notice anything, I can wake everyone up so we can fight back.”

Tiny!Four clings to his collar for balance. “But won’t you get tired, staying awake all night? I’m never ‘llowed to do that, ‘cos Grandpa says I’ll be too sleepy t’ work in the forge.”

“Well, I won’t be staying up all night.” Tiny!Four stiffens. “We take turns, see? I have the early part of the night, Legend will take the middle, and Hyrule takes the last part, until dawn comes and everything is light again. That way, someone’s always on guard.”

Relaxing, Tiny!Four nods thoughtfully. “That’s smart. But how do you know when your turn is over?”

Sky can’t resist booping him lightly on the nose. “How do you know what time it is in the daytime?”

Tiny!Four stops staring cross-eyed at his own nose to say, “The sun! When it’s in the east, it’s morning time, an’ when it gets high overhead, it’s noon, an’ then it goes down towards the west in the after-noon. But there’s no sun at night, so how do you tell?”

“We read the stars,” Sky says. He’s getting tired, so he sits on one of the logs near the fire and moves Tiny!Four to his lap, then points up at the glittering trails of silver through midnight blue overhead. “The stars make shapes, and those shapes move through the sky, just like the sun does. So because the Great Loftwing is right overhead -” Sky sketches out the two long trails of stars that make up its wings, the fan of its tail and the curve of its beak - “I know it’s not quite time to wake Legend yet. When the Remlit rises to chase it - he points to the horizon where the constellation has yet to appear - and I can see the ears, I know it’s Legend’s turn. Pretty cool, huh?”

Tiny!Four nods, then startles when Hyrule hums agreement.

“Oh, sh-shoot, sorry, Hyrule. Did we wake you?”

“No,” Hyrule lies, “I was just listening to your star stories. They’re different to the ones I know.” He sits up and wriggles free of his bedroll.

Because loftwings were extinct in every other time, Sky supposes, though the knowledge makes his heart try to wring itself dry.

Hyrule must see the pain in his face because he doesn’t pursue the topic. He sits on the next log over, far enough away that Tiny!Four doesn’t go tense, and says to Sky, “Most of ours are monster-related, though I think The Lovers is a holdover from Time’s era.”

“Did Time really fight the moon?” Tiny!Four asks. “I wouldn’t wanna fight the moon. ‘S too big.”

“Oh?” says Sky. “So if the moon is too big, what’s the biggest thing you’ve ever fought?”

Tiny!Four snuggles back against Sky. “A gleerok.”

Hyrule goes white. “A gleeok?” he squeaks, at a volume that makes Sky wince.

Tiny!Four blinks. “No, the Minish called it a gleerok. I remember because it had a rock on its back.”

“What did it look like?” Sky prompts, since Hyrule appears to be having some kind of silent breakdown.

“Like a lava dragon,” says Tiny!Four. “I dunno if it had legs, it just swam around in in the lava and spat fireballs at me, and sometimes it would dive down an’ do something to flood the whole room with lava! A couple times I had to climb the walls so it wouldn’t burn my feet. The rocks were really hot though.” He pouts at his hands, clearly remembering burns.

Sky runs a hand through his hair, soothing. “That sounds pretty scary.”

“…it was.” Tiny!Four thumps his head down on Sky’s shoulder and sighs. “My eyes hurt.”

“You can close them if you like.”

“No. Then the bad things will get me.”

“Bad things?”

“…monsters. I see them all the time. Sometimes when I’m tired they hide in the shadows to scare me. ‘N when I close my eyes I know they’re there. He trembles in Sky’s arms.”

Sky’s heart breaks. This is why he feels so uncomfortable when Legend or Time talks about their early adventures. About being a small child in a world that’s determined to kill them. For every laughingly told story, there are just as many nightmares waiting in the dark.

And Sky has nightmares too, but he’d been a fully trained knight before even starting. He’d been seventeen, not eight.

At least he’d known what he was getting into.

Tiny!Four clings to the front of Sky’s tunic, shoving his face uncomfortably hard into his collarbone.

“Why does it still hurt, Sky?” he says, muffled. “Why won’t it stop?”

“Why won’t what stop, Four?” Sky asks. Tiny!Four doesn’t answer, maybe doesn’t hear him; he just cries into Sky’s collar.

“He’s overtired,” Legend says from right behind him, scaring the absolute shit out of Sky. Legend steadies him when he nearly falls off the log. “Sorry, thought you knew I was there.”

“Why would I know you were there?” Sky hisses at him. Legend rolls his eyes and steps over the log to sit next to him.

“I dunno, because you’re a battlefield master and have great awareness of your surroundings?” he says sarcastically. Sky swats at him, blushing.

Propping his chin on Sky’s shoulder, Tiny!Four looks at Legend with wet blue eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Sky is our best fighter when he doesn’t have his head in the clouds,” Legend tells him.

Sky is stuck between two different flavours of embarrassment and doesn’t know what to do with it. “Legend, don’t exaggerate! I’m not that bad.”

Legend stares at him. “Last week you fell in a ditch because you were walking with your eyes closed.”

Sky flushes. “That was -”

“When me and Warriors were arguing about which way to go you fell asleep standing up and fell on Wild.”

“Hey, we’d just been switched from the middle of the night to mid-morning, we were all exhausted -”

“When we were last signing into an inn you forgot how to spell your own name.”

Finally, Tiny!Four giggles. “You grumble like Ezlo does.”

Fortunately all Legend does is raise an eyebrow. “Oh do I? Does Ezlo have a lot to grumble about, then?”

“I think he’s just grumpy. He complains when I don’t do what he says, and he complains when I do do what he says. An’ he doesn’t like waiting for me to do stuff, like when I can’t reach a switch and haveta find somethin’ to hit it with, or a box to stand on.”

“And he can’t just flip those switches himself?”

“No. Ezlo doesn’t have any hands.”

“Why’s that?”

“B’cause he’s a hat.” Tiny!Four yawns, wide and unselfconscious. He lays his head back down on Sky’s shoulder, while his blinks get slower and sleepier. “A really cranky hat.”

Tiny!Four’s clearly still young enough that falling asleep on a caregiver’s shoulder is a comfort. Sky’s glad he still has that, in the face of nightmares and monsters. It doesn’t take much more - a little rocking, more head strokes - before he’s finally out, loose in Sky’s arms and breathing softly.

Hyrule sits back with an exaggeratedly soft sigh. “Phew. Thank goodness.”

Sky nods, exhausted.

“He’s cute, but I hope he’s not this hard to put to bed every night,” says Legend, leaning forward the tuck a bit of loose hair behind Tiny!Four’s ear.

“What was he saying about Ezlo being a hat?” Hyrule says.

“I have no idea. We can try asking him in the morning, if he’s feeling more comfortable - or we can ask when he turns back.” Legend stretches his arms over his head. “Anyway, Sky, Hyrule, you two should go to bed - it’s my turn now. Take the kid with you, though, I am not babysitting.”

Sky rolls his eyes - like they were supposed to not notice how soft and gentle Legend had been with a miserable child? - but he’s careful as he stands with Tiny!Four still curled against him. There’s a moment where he’s afraid he’ll wake up again, as he set him down in Four’s bedroll, but the boy just snuffles and rolls himself up in the blankets.

Sky tucks the edges around him and spends a moment looking at his face, soft and lax in sleep. He looks so young.

The thing is. Despite the name, Tiny!Four is the exact same size as Normal!Four. He’s clearly younger, but it’s all in the lines of his face, the way he stands and talks and holds himself. Four’s frame hadn’t been changed by the wizzrobe. His mind, yes, and he’s missing some scars, but Four’s body is eerily unchanged.

It makes Sky uneasy, to be honest.

At the very least, Sky thinks, they know there’s a time limit. Legend took just three days to shift back – three strained, nerve-wracking days – and Hyrule is pretty sure Four will be the same.

Maybe after, they’ll get some answers.

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Read Part 2 here!

[dykeskeleton]

statz for 2day

ate a lil more to prep for a long fast since i haven’t done one in a while. had a cup of coffee w sweetener and oat milk (20) before i officially broke my fast at 19h with overnight oats (320) and half a banana (46), then a cup of green tea w sweetener and oat milk (13)

lunch was a mealprepped chicken caesar wrap (205) strawberries (30) grapes (54) and a strawberry monster ultra (10) and then i had to work

once i was done w work i had a mealprepped beef and broccoli bowl (312) and a coke zero which im still sipping on. i should’ve had one of my lower cal options but i really didn’t feel like having salad or chicken again :’(

then i made myself a lil dessert with strawberry halo top (90) more strawberries (10) and choco sauce (24) which was super yummy, ive been kinda obsessed w strawbs lately idk if it’s bc of valentine’s day coming up so my entire ig feed is choco covered strawberry recipes

total cals was 1134- kinda wanna go work out but idk yet…i’m sleepy and cold and kinda just wanna hang out on the couch tonight but we’ll see

annnnd i just started my 32 hour fast!! it will probably be closer to 40 hours since 32hrs from now will be midnight lol but just in case i wanted to set it a little lower. tbh im really excited for it

[gamerbearmira]

I ha e to do activities but I just woke up and I have time to make a lil Cryptic Duo snippet

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The echoes and stones are lovely, aren't they?

'Date; March 6th, 1951. It's Mirabel's 6th birthday, but no one, not even her parents remembered. Oh, what a shame, guess she's with me now.' Dolores thought in her head.

"Dolly! Dolly! Look at that dress, isn't it pretty?" Mirabel pointed to a red dress with gold accents and bows, the waist having butterflies on them. "Yes Mira, it is pretty. Do you want it?" "*gasp*Do I?!? Yes! Can we get it?" Dolores chuckled softly to Mirabel's excitement.

"Yes, we can." but then a snarky and irritating voice came around "Uh uh, that dress looks way too good to be worn by a worthless kid like you." the voice came from one of Isabela's plastic "friends". Dolores quickly whipped her head to face her with her iconic stare and tilted her head a bit too far to look like it was broken.

"What did you say? How are you able to say that when you are below Mirabel? In fact, you're below all of the Madrigals, you said she's worthless? You yourself are worthless as well, you don't have a gift, you are failing in academics, your beauty is an average, and you don't have any artistic hobbies. The only great feat you have is that you're friends with Isabela. And you think the dress wouldn't suit her? Then go back to your house and realise that you have more flaws. " Dolores sneered. Mirabel was tearing up a bit, "Dolly, can we just get the dress and go home? The sun is already setting."

"Oh sure darling, anything you want." After they bought the dress and the girl went running, they walked home, well, Dolores did. Mirabel got really sleepy.

Dolores put her in her own bed, it's her birthday, she shouldn't sleep in a nursery bed. Now, she need to get rid of the pest.

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It was midnight, the girl woke up in a cave, the only source of light was a candle in front of her.

"Wh-What? Where am I?!?!" the girl screamed. "You're in your nightmare, sweetheart." Dolores then came behind her, she was tied up to a chair very tightly, if she moved too much her skin would get raw.

"Why am I here you phsyco?!" she yelled, "Oh, this is your punishment for making Mirabel sad on her God forsaken birthday. Everything was good until you showed up. Now, you have to pay." Dolores then disappeared into the dark.

The girl was terrified, what was she going to do? Torture her? Take her limbs? Drain her blood? Cut her hair and beat her?? WHAT???

But then, voices came. It was voices of dissapointment. Dolores knew the girl's worst fear, being drowned in a circle of dissapointment. So, she went around and recorded people's voices, it didn't matter who they were, it would be the same effect.

As Dolores finished up setting the recorders, she then left the girl to endlessly cry.

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WHOO okay, that's long mk I needa get outta bed. Also Splatoon is slowly taking half of my body into the Splatoon fandom hole even though I don't have a Nintendo.

Dolores did not let that slide huh 💀💀 but I’m glad she stood up for Mirabel, that is so cash money <33 Fr found out that girls worst fears and stuck her in a cave with it. Gah dayum 😭😭

[thehistoriangirl]

I’ll Be There For You

Idk what happened, I wanted to write a continuation of some story but instead I got this. Aka I have no excuse for this one

Viktor x gn!Reader----1.3K-----SFW

Summary: Viktor had a bad day, so you console him when he comes back home :)

Tags: A lil angsty| Mostly domestic fluff| Established relationship|

The hallway was deadly quiet at night, all the residents had already come back home and were surely tucked into bed. Except for the apartment situated at the end of the fourth floor. Today, one of the tenants was coming home late. You were waiting for him, distracting the tiredness away by reading and folding up the laundry. Just in time to be half past midnight, you hear the lock clicking.

You stood up and went to open it, because the hallway was badly illuminated, even if the door was near a window, with the moon was full tonight and the dim hue of the streetlamps below. With each step, you could hear mumbling filtering from under the wood, keys clattering against the metallic door, and even falling to the ground. A chuckle left your mouth at the time when, at the other side, someone mumbled a curse that you didn’t quite catch.

“Hi,” you said when you slid off the lock, observing Viktor’s silhouette, with an extended hand still holding the keys towards you before blinking in surprise. “How was your day?”

He answered by hugging you tightly. "Oh—" you exclaimed when your sleepy senses caught the motion, his hair tickling the back of your neck and his face buried against your hair. The cane's end was pressing uncomfortably at your thighs, but you dismiss it while your arms reached for his back, patting, and sliding back and forth in circles.

It was one of those days.

The area was deserted, with no interruption or curious stares, so you two stayed in the embrace for several minutes, until Viktor pulled away, his features somber and exhaustion highlighted in the incipient eyebags, making his gaze deeper.

You moved out the way, closing the door behind you when he got his shoes off and put in some slippers, walking slowly to his designated bedroom, even if most of the time he didn’t even sleep there.

“I’m going to take a bath,” he muttered, closing the door when he entered the room. You could hear the shower going on and off, and the echo installed in the bathroom allowed you to slide inside the room without him noticing until it was too late.

Around twenty minutes later, he emerged with a vapor column behind him. You were already tucked in bed, a book in your lap.

"Come here," you said putting the book aside and taking a little plate that was on one of the night tables before. "I cut you some fruit."

“I appreciate it, but I’m not hungry.” He let of his sleeping gown slid off his shoulders while walking towards you with both a curious and intense gaze.

“You’re going to like these. I promise," you couldn't stop from giggling once he sat at the bed's edge, peeking at the content on the platter. You had cut some apples and put some nuts like they were pupils, banana slices curving as a smile. A single grape was a little nose.

Viktor chuckled slightly, extending a hand to stroke your hair. “Thank you.”

“Can I brush your hair?” He wriggled his body against the bedsheets until his back was next to you, the fruit plate taken from your lap and now resting between his hands. “Eat it, please.”

“Are you not going to brush my hair if I don’t?”

“No, but I’m not going to buy you cookies and sweetmilk when I go for the groceries tomorrow.”

“Very well.” Viktor picked one banana slice with a fork, eating carefully as you brushed and dried his hair. You were biting your lip, thinking about if it was a good idea to ask about today or not. Sometimes he was used to bottling up negative things to not worry you, and you could understand his restraint. But you wanted to make him feel better.

You didn't want to push him too hard, either.

“What are you thinking about, hmm? You’re quieter than usual.” He half-turned his face towards you, a concerned look in his eyes.

“I’m thinking about you.” You smiled when a light flush colored his cheeks and nose with pink. Leaning against him, you kissed him on the cheek. “Are you okay?”

He left the empty plate on his nightstand, tucking his legs inside the bedsheets and turning his body so his head was comfortably laying in your lap. You were little by little stroking his slightly humid hair. Viktor sometimes made little noises when massaging his scalp, like if he were a purring cat, but not when he was sad.

“I… couldn’t make my project work,” he talked slowly, a sigh mixed between the words. His hands were absently playing with the fabric of the blankets. “I can’t sign it up for the Progress Day’s exhibition now.”

You furrowed your brows, a quick movement you didn’t want Viktor to see. That’s why he looked so defeated, a sad grimace governing his beautiful features.

“Do you remember when you found me crying in my bedroom because I couldn’t meet the deadline for my research paper?”

“Of course I do.”

You were brushing his hair with your fingers, massaging in gentle circles his scalp.  “You told me that my worth isn't measured by the times I fail, but for the moments where I decide that my mishaps aren’t going to define me.” Leaning, you kissed his brow. “I think you should know that.”

Viktor looked at you. “But I’m an inventor, if I can’t create new things to help people, then I’m a failure.”

You frowned. “You’re never a failure, Viktor. Look at you! You have come so far. You’re not perfect, but you do not have to be.” You slide off the headboard, letting Viktor lay at your stomach while your arms hugged his chest under the covers. “You’re not your inventions, Viktor. You’re worthy of love and praise even if they fail.” Pausing, you let him readjust so he could be practically on top of your body, his right leg resting comfortably above yours. “I still love you all the same.”

Pausing, you let his eyes wander around the room, unsure of locking gazes. “…do you?”

It was your turn to snuggle against his hair, kissing his temple and knitted eyebrows. Viktor hummed happily when you almost reached the corner of his mouth. “I do. Even a little more because you trust me enough to tell me these things. Besides,” you whispered and kiss him, even if it was just a tempting peck of lips brushing against each other, “tomorrow you can try again. I'll help you if you want me to.”

"Well, in theory, there's already tomorrow." He signaled with his eyes the clock hung on the wall. “We should get some sleep.”

“Too bad, I was planning on demonstrating my love for you. But I agree, we should rest.” You pouted briefly, before Viktor could change his mind if he caught a glimpse of you. “Do you want me to sleep here tonight?”

“Yes, please. Your presence… comfort me.”

You both extended your arms to turn off the lamps on each side of the bed. In the semi-darkness, with a silver hue of the moon filtering through the translucent curtains, Viktor’s eyes glowed like stars.

He went up to kiss you goodnight, allowing you to rest your forehead against his chest while his right hand rested against your hip. Legs tangled carefully so his right leg ended up on top, feet laying over a pillow.

“I love you,” he said when you muttered your goodnight. “If you believe in me, then not even failure can stop me. I will try my best, I promise.”

“You always do your best, Viktor. That’s why I love you,” you whispered back, nestling against his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat lullabied you to sleep, while he hugged you closer, your words spiraling in his mind as he drifted to the dreamlands with a smile playing in his lips at hearing your calmed breathing, the gentle warm air tingling in his neck.

When going to sleep like that, or waking up next to you, he never felt more cherished.

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter 9 "Rivals" (The Gentleman and the Assassin | CBS x Reader x Gentle Spy)

All three of us returned to the base. Gentle cooked and we ate dinner. Christian glared at him the entire time. He gripped the cup so hard it broke. And it was plastic. Luckily, he didn’t cut his hand, otherwise I needed to clean his wound. It was late now, around nine in the evening. The wind and thunder roared outside the base. It wasn’t that windy earlier in the morning. Clouds rolled over during the late afternoon. Leaves roughly crashed against my bedroom window. I shivered under my blanket. Apparently, no one bothered to install an air conditioner or heater. I had to warm up using a small blanket and it wasn’t working. My eyes were fixated on the door. I was scared. The hair on my skin rose up. Shivers crawled down my spine. Something was off. I felt two eyes staring at me. It was dark though, I couldn’t see who it was. 

“Christian? Gentle?” I called out. I didn’t get an answer from either of them. I got out of bed and walked over to my door. Gentle promised he would keep the gate opened in case I had to use the restroom down the hall. I opened the door. As promised, the gate was opened. The light down the hall was on. I sighed, closing the door behind me. I walked down the hall. The dark hallway from before seemed scarier than ever. The hair on the back of my neck raised again. I shivered and quickly walked away. I entered the living room. I was told I could refer to the waiting room as the living room. The light was on, but I didn’t see anyone in here. “Hello?” I called out again.

“Heya Roo, shouldn’t you be in bed?” I yelped, turning around. Christian was lying on the couch, flipping through a weapons magazine. 

“I should ask the same about you,” I answered. He closed his magazine and sat up straight.

“It’s my base,” he said. “I do what I want.” I scoffed.

“Yeah, you’re the big man in his big boy diapers,” I answered. He growled. “Anyway, is Gentle still awake?”

“No, he’s in bed already,” Christian replied coldly, crossing his arms. “Mind your own business, will ya?” He got off the couch. My stomach grumbled a little bit. “Want something to eat?” he asked. He ruffled my hair. “Lil roo’s gotta eat.” I swatted his hand away.

“A midnight snack would do me some good,” I replied. I followed him into the kitchen. Christian threw a slice of bread at me. It landed on my face. “Ow,” I said. He chuckled.

“Better luck catching it next time,” he said. I groaned. “By the way, Roo, you’re gonna eat that slice whether you like it or not.” I took the bread off my face and took a bite.

“My name’s not Roo,” I replied, chewing. “It’s Y/n. Not Roo, Y/n.” Christian opened the cap of the milk jug. He drank straight out of it, drenching his beard in milk. “Yuck, you’re disgusting,” I said. He chuckled, wiping his mouth.

“You gonna eat that bread?” he asked, eyeing my slice. His tone was softer this time.

“No,” I said. I handed him my slice. He ate it like a wild dog and wiped his mouth. I groaned and shivered. “I’m off to bed, goodnight,” I said, turning to go.

“Night roo,” Christian called out. I returned to my room. I slept like a baby that night. The bit of bread really did me some good. The storm finally ceased. Outside, it was a bit flooded. It was still cold and there were clouds rolling in the sky. I got up, feeling refreshed. I got dressed and opened the door. Light filled the hallway. It wasn’t as dark as last night. I walked by the creepy hall, ignoring it completely. Christian was passed out on the couch. His vest was neatly folded and tucked under his head, acting like a pillow. He snored softly. His hat covered his face. I took it off and placed it on the table. I chuckled to myself. I ruffled his messy hair until he woke up.

“Wot?” he mumbled, opening his eyes. I smirked.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I answered. “You’re lucky I didn’t smack pots and pans together. I think you would’ve liked that, eh big man?” He groaned and grabbed my collar, bringing me face to face with him. I yelped. Our noses barely collided. Christian held a good grip on me.

“Don’t mess with me,” he said, growling. I smelled his morning breath. It was disgusting. I saw my reflection in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat and I made a little squeak. I felt my face heat up.

“I promise I won’t ever do it again,” I replied.

“Christian, let her go,” Gentle said. I looked up. He held a bowl of pancake mix. It smelled good. Christian growled and let me go.

“Morning,” I said. Gentle smiled.

“Good morning,” he answered. “Sleep well?” I nodded. He chuckled. “Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” He disappeared back into the kitchen. Christian got up from the couch, wiping drool off his face.

“You heard him Roo,” he said. “Get ready for breakfast.”

“I’ve been ready for a while,” I remarked. “You’re not the boss here, I don’t need to listen to you.” Christian grabbed my hand.

“One more word like that and I’ll slice your neck,” he said. My muscles tensed up. I didn’t know if he was serious or joking, but his tone scared me.  Christian sighed, letting go of my hand. I rubbed my wrist. “Sorry if Oi scared ya Roo,” he said. “Oi don’t wanna be your rival.” I gulped.

“Rival?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I wanna be, um… friends,” he said. Well, this was extremely awkward. I didn’t like him at all, but if we were friends, I might have a chance of surviving this. And maybe, just maybe, I could go home free. I held out my hand, smiling.

“Yeah, let’s be friends,” I replied.

[souloftheintrovert]

oc facts friday: matsuki johnson

—i know matsuki is usually a japanese surname. there’s a story behind his name, but im not gonna go into it

—first oc i made a playlist for

—actually hes my first oc for my ‘havelen’ set so

—he’s also the main character (literally)

—was such an innocent brainwashed lil guy until life lifed him up

—dumbass seriously thought any drink that wasn’t water was poison

—rectangular black glasses. natural black hair & eyes but sometimes his hair had blue streaks and his right eye turns blue (it’s a long story). pale as FUCK. started off scrawny asf because he was too broke for food :( now he’s chubby because. good food :) also he’s (currently) one of my shortest oc’s at 5’8

—he & his bf (dustin) are The slowburn idiot friends to idiot lovers

—oh yeah. he’s pan

—idk his gender yet tbh. i think i’m just gonna stick with cis man even though i’ve considered making him genderfluid or demiboy before

—his nickname is mats because there was a point in time where i didn’t know how to pronounce matsuki…

—he’s a shapeshifter, but can also manipulate/create ice & water with kai. it’s a whole thing that i won’t get into rn

—he got that Main Character Trauma

—he’s very artistic actually. like he gets his inspiration from dreams. wakes up at midnight to write or draw until sunrise. wish that was me fr

—somehow he winded up being a librarian though

—huge stereotypical nerd. he likes marvel, dc, star wars, star trek, comics, manga, board games, card games, cosplay, and greek mythology. he is so fucking cool

—he loves naps. can never take them. sleepy lil guy :(

—he invites his friends to go to the movies once a month and they always go and either ramble about or shit on the movie afterwards.

—pretty sure he’s an isfj

—also a taurus since he was born may 12