#i need to stand up

[nahoyasboyfriend]

Tonight you are mine

Warnings: somno (James is a freak,) very slight dubcon, brief mentions of cutting you, written with the intent to be afab reader but there's no penetration, thighjob, James being a perv.

Word count: 839

A/N: hii! I'm so sorry if there's any errors. I didn't proofread, and I'm not the best writer. I also don't write smut often so I'm sorry if it's bad. Despite that I hope you enjoy it.

James had come later than usual, and normally you're sitting in your shared room waiting for him. Greeting him with a low, "hello James." While looking up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile. Today you were snuggled up in bed, back facing him, completely unaware that he even came in. He shed his coat and gingerly peeled the cover off of you. You were wearing one of your skimpy sleep sets. A white camisole and a pair of matching shorts.

You always looked divine, but being wholly oblivious to the world made you irresistible. You were completely vulnerable. His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your thigh, and you stirred slightly but remained asleep. A heat began igniting within him. You were so soft— so pliant. He half expected to see the indent of his hand when he pulled away. Unfortunately, it wasn't there, and James thought about seeing the skin split instead. The idea of deep red blood staining your body brought a grin to his face, although that would be saved for another day.

For now, he unzipped the fly of his pants, and pulled down his underwear just enough to allow his cock to spring to life. A fat dollop of precum beading at the ruddy tip. He shuddered, and wrapped his hand around his length. His hand began working at a steady pace, occasionally running his thumb over the slit. A low groan tumbled out of his throat, and his eyes flit over to you. He expected you to rouse, to rub at your sleepy eyes and ask him what he was doing, but you didn't. You were still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the debauchery happening next to you.

This elicited a louder groan from him, and he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He needed something that wasn't his own calloused hand. He needed something warm, and that's exactly what what you were. He laid down next to you, shuffling closer, and the heat radiating off of you was addicting. He wanted to bite you, to rip the clothes off of you and take what he wanted. He refrained, only because you're so enticing when you sleep and he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.

It seemed like even unconscious you were a tease. Your legs were practically glued together, and he's certain if he moved them to get access to where he wished to be most you'd wake. He knitted his brows together, pushing his lips into a thin line, contemplating what his next move should be. Then an idea struck him. he made quick work lining himself between your thighs, and the precum still coating his length would hopefully help lessen the friction. He didn't rush to get to the part he was waiting for, deciding to tease himself. He slowly thrusted his hips forward, and although it ached from the lack of real lube. The discomfort was gladly welcomed.

You murmured something unintelligible, and attempted to shift your body as if to change position. This was swiftly thwarted when James pressed a firm hand on your hip, forcing you to be still. He was finally getting an ounce of relief and he couldn't have that ripped away. Not now. He was just starting to have his fun. His arm wrapped around your front, holding you in place to prevent any attempts to run away. He started fervently rutting into you, uncaring if he woke you now.

Throaty growls and muffled grunts tumbling out of him as he worked himself to relief. Your entire body is jolted forward with every snap of his hips. You wake up confused, and the slick feeling of something sliding between your thighs only worsens your frazzled state. "James," you call out, your voice hoarse from lack of use. The sound of your hushed voice yanks a whine from him. "finally awake, my dear. Don't mind me, go back to sleep," He hums, pressing a kiss to your nape.

You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut when you reach an understanding of the situation, "you couldn't wait until I woke up?"

"not when you're so alluring when you sleep," he muttered, the feeling of his breath against your skin making you shiver. His pace had mellowed out, signaling his imminent release and a part of you wishes you were awake to help him from the beginning, but that's now in the past and all you can do now is lay here while he uses you to get off. A few minutes later, he came in thick ropes, shamelessly grunting in your ear as he rode himself through his orgasm. It runs down your thighs in rivulets, and slips down onto the mattress. Any other time, you'd get up to wash yourself off, but today you lie there.

"When you're ready please wipe that off of me, I don't want to wake up dirty," you huff, feeling the soft waves of sleep overtake you again. He chuckles at your request, pressing another kiss to your shoulder this time, "Of course, my dear."

[glambergirlblog]

I’ve watched The Idea of You several times at this point and my reaction is STILL like this at the end…what is wrong with me?

[gloomboysareback]

every time nick folio laughs, an angel gets its wings

[crispyanonart]

fuuuuuuuck I can't start dungeon meshi I don't have time I don't have time I don't have time THEY HAD NO BUSINESS MAKING THE BIG BLONDE MAN SO HOT??

[spyofthestorm]

stop my confidence just plummeted for no reason can you guys help me get back to 100% again

[house-strong]

trying to write and all i can think about it ewan mitchell

[inceledwardcullen]

i get a boyfriend and i immediately turn pathetic

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

[raspberry-piee]

I have found calling me silly girl will send me into a pile of goop on the floor kicking my feet and giggling

[cottonheadedninnymugggins]

FUCK MEN FUCK MEN FUCK MEN FUCK MEN I CANT KEEP DOING THIS,, IM A LOVER GIRL I WANT TO BE LOVED I-

[enchanting-violet]

I literally told this boy why he was more bookie, out of bae, bookie, and pookie

I spent 20 minutes telling him what SpongeBob characters he was and then sent him an analysis

They were both accurate and he has told me barely anything abt his life and I’ve know him for like 3 weeks

And then I told him “just wait until I find out which Lana Del Rey song u are”

I have it bad. Like really bad.

EDIT: I DONT THINK I LIKE HIM ANYMORE

[nahoyasboyfriend]

Kai has awakened my little niche interest in having someone help you shave.... It's so intimate, and there's a closeness in it that drives me insane.

[bandzboy]

you know it's joever when you do a pinterest board for someone you are obsessed with it in my case it's a fictional man

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[federalchickensoup]

Wait. Lol. Wait lmaoooo. How come y’all ain’t tell me that the plot of Ted Lasso was Roy Kent?

I hate that I had to find out on TikTok.