#idk i just had goosebumps the whole time

[andrwgarfields]

its the way yuzuru reclaimed his Beijing 2022 (hole in the ice) performance, complete with the voiceover, the 6 minute warmup, his pooh and juice accompanying him…talk about a new level of healing ❤️‍🩹

[the-californicationist]

Bright Ideas

I lost the original ask but here's what I copypasta'd. If this was you, tag yourself in the comments! Hope this is what you wanted.

What about an overstimulated Price that has been reduced to whimpering because he overestimated his ability to withstand his partner cockwarming him. 😉  ~~Idk, cockwarming's been on my mind and I'm trying to give you something other than traditional takes~~ but with anal

It was the middle of the night. Your husband, John Price, had woken you up again, wordlessly, with his groping hands and hungry mouth. He had started off gently, but it had changed. Moment to moment he needed more and more from you. By the time you were fully awake, he was squirting out slick lube onto his finger pads and dipping it between your legs, slathering it over your asshole, prepping you again. 

Price had helped you learn how to do anal, and you’d really enjoyed it. He was so patient and gentle with you, and he showed you how to apply the pressure, using himself to do it, letting you rim him and finger him until he came from the pleasure. Needless to say, he was committed to your comfort. 

But, this past week, he’d been ravenous. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time, and satisfying his hunger had been a true pleasure for you. You loved him when he was just a bit unhinged. 

“You alright, John?” You asked, your voice hoarse with sleep.

“Mmhm,” a grunt was his only reply. Then, when you felt his rosy head break through the first tight muscle of your asshole, he sighed, “Just… needed to be in you, love. Is that alright?”

He leaned over you, beginning to thrust in and out of your ass, missionary style, kissing your breasts and neck however his heart desired. You held onto his shoulders and grinded up into him, helping him reach the end of his shaft, stretching you out for the third time that week. 

“Always,” you nodded, kissing him back, “Take what you need.”

So, he did. John sheathed himself inside of you fully, and sighed a long breath of relief as he settled into position. Then, he lay his head on your breast and you felt his whole body relax. The tension went out of his shoulders, the lines on his face smoothed away, and his breathing became steady and even. You pet his back, dragging your fingers and scraping him gently with your nails, making his skin tighten up with little goosebumps. His cock pulsed steadily inside of you when the pleasure of your touch became too much. 

After a few minutes, he checked in with you, petting your hair out of your face,

“Are you feeling good, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Do you think we can try out your idea?”

A few nights ago, as you were basking in the afterglow of him fucking your absolute mind out in your pussy and then your asshole, John had suggested using your soft silicone dildo as a plug. He said he’d love to feel you full, in both of your holes, while he fucked you, and you readily agreed. 

John smiled up at you now, eager to test his plans. He reached over your shoulder into the drawer and pulled out your favorite toy. It was thick and soft, and you liked clenching around it. Using the wetness you’d already made for him, he coated it in your fluids, slipping it through your folds over and over until it was soaked. Then, he pressed it into your pliant pussy, listening to the slurping, milky noises it made as he did so. 

You felt his length harden and throb as he watched the toy disappear into you, and when he pushed up with his cock’s muscle, the toy moved as well, driving you wild. After a little teasing and an almost-orgasm, he slowed his pace, settling the dildo inside of you to its hilt and laying back across your body, content to warm himself in you again. 

But, now you had a weapon. 

You tested a small, brief squeeze, twisting the muscles inside of you against the toy. Immediately, John reacted,

“Fuuuuhh-ck. Fuck.”

His eyes were wrenched shut, and you saw the sinew in his neck and shoulders pop and shudder under his skin. 

Beautiful. 

You squeezed again, hard. 

“Bloody hell!” He turned his gaze on you, fiery and rabid, holding himself up so he could brace himself. His hips betrayed him, trembling and thrusting into you in short, staccato bursts, somewhat against his will. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” You said slyly, brushing your fingers over his cheek and across his open, gasping mouth. 

“Feels…” You heard him start to speak, but you squeezed him again, harder than before, over and over and over, basically fucking him with your tight hole, “Oh, fuck! Feels good. Too good.”

“You want me to stop?” You knew the answer before he said it. 

He growled his response through his tight jaw, 

“No.”

Using your hips as a fulcrum, you twisted them down and back up again, using one hand to hold the toy in place as you slid yourself into his body. His cock was buried deep inside of your ass, and you could feel the head of him rubbing against your sensitive walls. His incredible girth made you feel full on its own. Now that you were stuffed with the dildo as well, you were swollen from his size. 

All you could do was find a rhythm that you liked, squeezing and grinding, thrusting the toy cock inside of you little by little, all while cockwarming him in your ass. You were a wet mess, and you felt it, sticky and thick on your skin. 

“Pretty girl,” John whimpered above you, “Please… I’m…” 

“You feel so good, John.”

“Your tight little arsehole… everytime you… ahh! Oh, fuckin’ hell…” 

He was still shaking like a leaf, holding himself together but barely, letting you get your pleasure first. You felt it building inside of you, sparking and spitting like a firework, and you warned him,

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck… John, your cock. I can feel you, so deep in me. You’re gonna make me come.”

It was him who cried out first when you tumbled into your blissful release. He moaned softly, almost in shock, as your body wrapped your muscles around him and your toy as hard as it could, nearly squeezing him right out of you. His own core fought against it, pushing him up into you, holding him inside, making sure his seed would spill where it meant to. His biology was overstimulated and overwhelmed by your onslaught. 

John had come with you, and you felt it pool inside your belly, slipping around his cock as he pulled himself from your tender asshole. He was gasping the whole time, his eyes red and full of wonder.

He collapsed next to you, barely able to catch his breath,

“Fuck.”

You giggled, swiping your tongue over his taut nipple and making him gasp again, 

“Yeah. That was good, hm?”

“Too good,” he kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in his huge arms, holding you so tight you couldn’t escape.

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[kadwrites]

entanglement | T.S

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summary ; your fate is now sealed

warnings ; arranged marriage trope, slow burn? , typos (english isn't my first language) , tommy being the babygirl that he is.

a/n ; i have beef with this secretary idk why. thank you guys for the support! id love to know what you guys think of this part<333

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you look out the window as he drives, trying to ignore the awkwardness between you two. your heart is almost beating out of your chest.

he glances at you as he drives, "who were the friends ya had over?"

you turn to look at him "huh?", it seems like no matter how often you talk to him, his voice still makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up

"the friends, the company ya had over this mornin' , who were they?" he repeats, a little slower this time

"oh my friends madeline and fiona, why?"

"do they know about this?" he glances at you again

"of course they do" you look at him even when he looks away, your mind starts to wander "are you... ashamed ?" you try not to sound too offended.

his brows pinch together in confusion, and you see it from his side profile "what?"

"of this, of me." you're still staring at him "is that why you don't want people to know about this? 'cause you're ashamed?"

"why would i be ashamed ?"

"i don't know, tommy. why would you?" your attitude seeped into your words , unfortunately.

"i'm not" he adds with a small chuckle

"is it cause my dad is a farmer?"

he turns to look at you for a second, with an almost amused expression "i don't care that your dad is a farmer."

"then why are you so secretive about it?" you ask again, casually. you needed to know why

"i just didn't think ya would want anyone to know, i'm giving ya chance to reconsider this before anything official 'appens."

you raise a brow at him "so this isn't official then?"

"i meant an engagement party, a public announcement. an entanglement that everyone will know about that ya wouldn't be able to escape."

"ya still think i'm being forced into this..." your voice is soft ,its almost a whisper as you connected the dots, your eyes roaming his face.

he doesn't respond back, he just takes a breath and keeps on driving.

"my father gave me a way out of this," you speak again, "i've had multiple chances to end this... entanglement or whatever the fuck ya want to call it. but i didnt take them."

"why not?" he asks almost immediately after, his eyes on you again

"because i didnt want to."

his eyes go back to the road , the rest of the drive is silent and you don't mind it. frankly you didn't know what other uncomfortable conversations you'd have if either one of you spoke again.

you don't wait for him to open the passenger door, you do it yourself. you two walk in and you groan internally, resisting the overwhelming desire to roll your eyes at the sight of the blonde secretary. her eyes lit up when she spots him and you could see her practically deflate as she saw you walk in with him.

"good mornin' , mr shleby." her voice is sweet, overly sweet you think you might gag at the sound of it.

he doesn't acknowledge her as he walks towards his office but only stops to turn, waiting for you to catch up. you walk and you both enter the office through the glass door, he leans down to whisper in your ear , not too close but close enough to make the air around you feel non-existent as you hold your breath.

"i'm still not fucking 'er , by the way."

it wasn't just the hairs on the back of your neck that stood, your whole body was now covered in goosebumps. you hold back the shudder that almost escaped you. he wasn't even that close but the sound of his voice, so near. the proximity, he's standing so close to you. you can almost physically feel the secretary staring, as if she wanted you to drop dead on the spot.

you let out a small chuckle, you hope that it masked the reaction that his words caused "you're not?" you don't move though, you're too scared. maybe you didn't want to ruin the moment

"i'm not."

you nod as you lean back and look at him, your nod is slow "i believe you" you say softly before taking a seat on that same chair

he takes his coat off and hangs it, then walks and heads for his chair "your only condition to our marriage is for your parents to be financially supported, correct?"

you nod again "correct."

he rereads a paper that he grabbed , before handing it to you "you wanted it in writing."

you hesitate before grabbing the paper yourself, your eyes skim through the black ink. you lick your lips as you see the word 'marriage' and see both of your names and then see his signature on the bottom. and an empty spot for your signature, he hands you a pen

"ya still 'ave one more chance."

your eyes snap up at him, before you grab the pen, you put the paper back on the desk and then sign it.

"and now i don't"

you two don't take your eyes off eachother, as you both acknowledged what just happened, that your fate was now sealed

"an engagement party is in order now, aye?"

you huff a small laugh "yeah, and it'll be fucking grand."

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[l13]

what kinda kinks do you think hobie would have? :33

first of all i wanna apologize for this lazy ass writing i'm just UNHINGED i've seen so many hobie edits my mind cannot take this madness i'm seriously in love with him it's not a joke anymore, like i need him bro, I N E E D HIM

NSFW 18+, MDNI

❥ i haven't heard a lot of people say this about hobie but i think he'd REALLY like power exchange, like let my MAN BE A SWITCH PLEASEEEEEE guys please trust me okay hear me out, picture this: hobie laying naked on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you continue to jerk his cock in an torturously slow pace, he's already cum once, so his hips jump every time your fist closes around his tip, and he's groaning, the sound trailing off to a breathy chuckle as he glances up at you, grinning lazily "Y're killin' me, y'know that?" throw in a little nipple play and man's GONEEEE

❥ definitely and i mean DEFINITELY likes dry humping ohhhhh?>>my god??? literally starts as a joke on the rare occasion he sees you bent over, or braced against a counter or smth, he HAS to come and hump you, and it's fine cause you literally do the same thing to him (you're the one that started it). the first time you did it he had laughed the sound giving you goosebumps as he glanced at you over his shoulder with a tiny smirk "You're mental,". but then proceeds to do the same thing to you every chance he gets. One day, you just rolled your hips back against him and the whole vibe changed. You shivered when you heard him inhale sharply from behind you, and his hands circle around your frame to pull you closer. and then he's thrusting against you hard, his clothed cock rubbing against the swell of your ass making you both moan as he drops his head on your shoulder to pant, "About fuckin' time,"

❥ random horny thought and not really a kink: he loves fucking you doggy style in front of a mirror, hand holding you by the throat, his fingers skimming your jaw as he tugs you back to him every time he thrusts forward, his other hand holding onto your ass securely as he snaps his hips against you. And then he's pulling at your throat and suddenly your back is flush against his chest, and the hand that was holding your ass travels around to your pussy to circle at your clit. You're both moaning when you tighten up so much around his cock "Look at you," he's groaning, snapping his hips up instead of forward and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as his cock touches that spongy spot inside you, and he's moaning "Yeah? Right there? You're so fuckin’ pretty, baby, should be fuckin’ illegal," and you're mewling, “You’re so good to me Hobie.. Can feel you so fucking deep inside me oh my God-” “Shit- don’t say that or I’ll cum-” DAAAAAMN okay i got sidetracked again

❥ lil bit of a voyeur maybe, he'd take you even at a secluded space at HQ (would first make sure if you're 100% in tho) he'd fuck you against the wall, with his hand over your mouth as he mutters against your shoulder, "Wanna hear you so fuckin' bad.. but we can't, right? Can't let them know how much of a good girl you are f'me.. Ah, fuuck-S only for my eyes."

❥ CONSENTTTTT consent turns him on so much- and let me explain okay imagine you're just getting ready to suck him off, unbuttoning his jeans, still giggling at his face when you'd said "no, the belts stay on," and then your fingers are finally under the waistband of his boxers and you're looking up at him- "Can I take these off?" and he's so confused bc he's never actually had anyone else ask him that question before "Wh- yes?" and when his cock is finally out in all its glory, and you're licking your lips, you ask again, "Can I touch it?" he can't hold back his smile this time, letting out a giddy laugh, "Baby, 'f course you can, you don't have to ask," idk he just thinks it's the hottest thing ever

❥ extra crack hc cause it just came to me: imagine him being like "You wanna try slapping me in bed?" and you're just looking at him like he's grown two heads but nod slowly nonetheless "....sure?" and then you actually slAP him like 10 minutes later and he's like :C "That felt personal love, m'feelings are kinda hurt." and you're just apologizing over and over and he's laughing at you- "m just playing wit' you. but yeah absolutely not doing that shit again,"

[maximoffwitch]

Hey! I hope you’re well!

For milf Wanda, I’m always a sucker for Wanda comforting reader because she has that motherly nature about her.

Perhaps, reader meets Wanda at a bar when they’ve been stood up for a date and Wanda helps them feel better

Just How Fast the Night Changes

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: only slightly suggestive, hint at an age gap

summary: Your date doesn’t show, but luckily Wanda is there to save the day.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i hope i captured milf!wanda in this 😭😭 tbh idk but i like their interaction…enjoy! i feel like there’s a potential for a part two here 😳

Glancing down at your watch, you let out a heavy sigh. Your date was supposed to meet you here an hour and a half ago. Seeing as it was almost 9 o’clock, you figured she wasn’t going to show.

“I’ll have another one.” You motioned to the bartender, raising your wine glass that was now empty.

“Put it on my tab,” a melodic voice said as a stunning woman dressed in a well-tailored suit slid into the stool next to you.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you tried to politely decline, waving the bartender to come back.

“Please.” The woman gently put her hand on your bare shoulder, her touch eliciting goosebumps, “I insist.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as you feel her emerald eyes following your every movement, her gaze burning you alive.

As the bartender approached with your glass, you quietly thanked him with a smile before taking a sip of your wine.

“So, tell me,” she started also sipping her drink before swiveling in her seat so she was leaning against the bar and facing you, her knee barely grazing yours in the process. “What is a beautiful woman like you doing sitting at a bar alone on a Friday night?”

You felt your cheeks warm from her complement – the way her leg kept brushing yours didn’t help either.

“I–” You cleared your throat, a whole new warmth flushing your face – this time out of embarrassment. “I was supposed to be meeting someone here, but they didn’t show.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Her expression softened, a small pout forming on her lips (not that you were looking or anything).

“It’s fine,” you told her, swirling the wine in your drink distractedly. “She was just some mutual friend my coworker set me up with.”

“Still.” The woman knitted her brows and placed a g hand on your knee. “No one should get stood up, especially not someone like you.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “With all due respect, you don’t even know who someone like me is. For all you know, I could be a stalker serial killer.”

“You’re right,” she agreed with a chuckle. “Though, I would like to get to know you.”

You stared at her for a brief moment, contemplating your next move. There was no doubt that the woman sitting before you was stunning – probably way out of your league to begin with – but flirting with strangers was not something you were totally familiar with. Screw it.

“I’m (Y/N).” You held out your hand for her to shake, which she gladly accepted.

“Wanda.”

You let your hand linger in hers for a moment, her soft touch warming your body.

“So, Wanda,” you began with a slight smirk, “what’s a beautiful woman like you doing at a bar alone on a Friday night?”

“Touché.” Wanda grinned, tipping her glass to you before downing the rest of her drink. “I had a rough week at work, and my ex-husband has my twins this weekend so I figured I come drown my stress.”

“Work sucks,” you agreed, trying to hide the shock hearing that she had kids. You recovered smoothly with the help of your wine. “I’m sorry about your week.”

“Don’t be. It happens,” she said. “Luckily, it just got a lot better.”

You rolled your eyes at her flirting, but you couldn’t stop the blush creeping up your neck.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer,” Wanda replied.

“Wow.” Your eyes widened. “Very impressive.”

Wanda grinned bashfully, her cheeks tinted with a blush of her own. “What about you?”

“A surgeon.”

“So you’re gorgeous and smart?” She grinned, clearly enjoying the effect her flirting had on you.

“I guess if the shoe fits,” you chuckled, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence. “You wanna know what else I’m good at?” You lowered your voice with a suggestive smirk.

Wanda’s eyes visibly darkened, and she licked her lips.

“Honey,” she started with a slight rasp in her voice, scooting forward so her knee made its way between your legs, “the things I–“

The buzzing of your cellphone on the counter rudely interrupted her. Briefly glancing down at the screen, you winced.

“I am so sorry,” you apologized with a frown. “I have to take this. I’m on call.”

“Of course, of course.” Though Wanda understood all too well the inconvenient phone calls at annoying hours, she still bit back the disappointment that this particular call was ending the night earlier than she would’ve liked.

As you listened to your attending brief you on the situation, you dug through your purse, trying to fish out your wallet.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeated to Wanda after hanging up, still trying to fumble through your bag. “They need me down at the hospital.”

“No worries,” she shot you an understanding smile and placed her hands on yours to stop your movement. “It’s on my tab remember?”

“Wanda,” you trailed off, shaking your head.

“(Y/N).” She stared at you, as she gave you a look that you imagined she often gave her kids when they decided to talk back.

“I can’t let you do that,” you tried, though you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

“Yes, I can,” Wanda insisted, slyly zipping your purse shut.

“Fine,” you huffed and slid out of your stool. “I’m buying next time then.”

“Next time?” She smirked at your presumptuousness despite also wanting to see you again.

“Unless you don’t wanna see me again,” you rambled, your nerves bubbling inside of you. “Which I totally get and I understand, I just thought–“

“(Y/N),” Wanda interrupted softly, putting you out of your misery. “I would love to see you again.”

“Okay.” All you could do was nod, as you bit back a smile.

“Okay,” she said, mirroring your expression as she took your phone out of your hand and began typing. “Here’s my number. I expect a call.”

“Yes ma’am,” you hummed, missing the way Wanda’s eyes darkened at your words. After you took your phone from her and putting it back in your pocket, you stared at her for a moment.

Instinctively, you leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her cheek. “Thank you,” you breathed, “for saving my night.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Wanda whispered, struck by your proximity and the feeling of your lips on her skin.

“Now, I really have to go.” You glanced at your watch and reluctantly retreated from her.

“Well, I hate to see you go, but I’ll happily watch you leave,” she playfully slapped the side of your waist, not quite your ass but having the same effect.

As you made your way towards the exit, you swayed your hips a little extra, knowing Wanda’s eyes were still on you. The brisk night air cooled your adrenaline rush, and you took a deep breath, a grin forming on your face. To think your started your night alone after being stood up and yet you somehow ended up leaving with the promise of a date with a beautiful woman.

How quickly a night can change.

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[storiesforthemoonchild]

The Best | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

after 2 days of forgetting to post it, here is my scrambled idk what this is thoughts that came to my brain after I malfunctioned seeing Aitana Monday... enjoy maybe? :)

“Te ves hermosa,” you spin around at the sweet sound of Aitana’s voice approaching you slowly. Barely getting a chance to take in the black dress clinging to her body before her arms are around your neck, but you've seen enough. Your breath hitched at the sight as she plays with the hairs on the back of your neck goosebumps rise to your skin at her touch.

Your mouth opens and closes comically as the words die on your tongue. The anticipation of seeing her had your imagination running all day, but the reality was even better. Aitana giggles, brushing her nose up against yours affectionately. “You look gorgeous,” you finally stutter out, gripping at her waist. 

The hotel room suddenly feeling ten times hotter than before she walked in. Your eyes dart around quickly to make sure you are actually alone before trying to connect your lips with hers. Aitana pulls away, pushing a hand on your chest and stepping back, “no kiss,” she smirks. 

Your eyes trail from her fingertips up the length of her strong arms until you meet her teasing gaze. “Bésame,” you demand, your voice dripping with desperation. A shake of her head has you taking a step forward, softly gripping at the hand on your chest to pull her back towards you. 

Aitana’s eyes soften when you cup her cheek with your other hand that had been holding her waist. “We will be late,” she whispers with no real sign of withstanding your advances further as she begins to lean in. 

“I don’t care,” you let her know, finally able to feel her soft lips against yours. At this point you were willing to miss the whole award ceremony. Aitana’s hands find solace on the back of your neck again as one threads into your hair. 

You aren’t as tame, letting the hand against her cheek join the other to grip at her waist. Roaming up her sides as the kiss deepens, and you slip your tongue in to explore her mouth. You find the high slit in her dress and feel her hand slap against yours to stop you, “we will be late,” she reminds you again with labored breaths. 

You nod in a halfhearted acknowledgment as you lean back in and walk her back towards the large bed across the room. Continuing your exploration of her mouth that she eagerly welcomes as the back of her legs meet with the edge of the bed. 

Aitana lets herself drop down to sit on the edge with you hovering over her, both of you sharing a face splitting grin before she pulls you back towards her. It’s a slow and sensual kiss, one that will stick in your mind for days to come. 

However, a knock at the door ruins the moment and sends Aitana scrambling to her feet. She pushes you away as she attempts to make her way to the door, only for you to reach out for her, “let them wait. I want you,” your voice firm and a clear indication of what you are planning to do. 

The struggle in her eyes is short lived as another knock is heard, “open up lovebirds.” Lucy. You roll your eyes, letting her hand drop from your grasp as you fall into the sheets. Aitana offers you an apologetic smile before opening the door. 

“Showtime girls,” Lucy exclaims, doing a dramatic spin to show off her perfectly tailored white suit. 

FIFA’s Best XI, while definitely something you were proud to be a part of, you weren’t looking forward to the event. Only showing up to support your girlfriend who you were confident was going to win Best Player. Proud would be an understatement to explain how you felt about all that she accomplished in the last year. 

You sit up when you hear the shuffling going on around your room once again. There had been people in and out all day, outside of the last ten minutes you hadn’t had a moment alone with Aitana. 

It felt more like twenty people and not just the four of you as Keira fusses over Aitana trying to touch up the makeup you ‘ruined’ in the haste of your make out session. Lucy stands in the full-length mirror flexing her biceps and admiring herself when she catches your eyes. A smirk tugs at her lips as she makes her way to you, “you look frustrated. Did we interrupt your pre-show quickie?”

“Yes,” you deadpan, swatting away the hand she tries to use to pinch at your cheeks. 

Lucy shrugs, “understandable, Aitana looks hot.”

You huff, wanting to turn and give her a glare, but this is the first time you properly look at Aitana. She’s breathtaking, like something out of your wildest dreams. You don’t know how you got so lucky to be able to call her your girlfriend, but you would be forever grateful she chose you. “She’s beautiful,” you say more to yourself than Lucy, but she hears it. 

Truthfully she could be in a plastic bag and you would still think she was beautiful, but that’s not the point. The way the dress hugs her body, the way you can see every bit of effort she’s put in at the gym when she moves her bicep, and the bit of exposed skin on her thigh, all of it has certainly caused you to go insane. 

“You’re drooling,” an aggressive bump to your shoulder and laugh, making your eyes drift away momentarily. 

“I love her,” it’s a statement you say all the time, but this time it feels different. You mean it differently. Your mind is running free with thoughts of her in a wedding dress, joining you at the end of the aisle to commit your life to one another. It’s the first time those thoughts don’t scare you. It could happen right now and you would feel nothing besides pure joy. 

A quick smile of affection makes your feet work on their own accord, heading towards the woman who could draw you in with just a glance. Aitana’s hand reaching out for you, fingers wiggling impatiently until you reach her. “Good?”

You aren’t sure what she’s questioning the state of, but you nod anyway everything was perfect with her. You get lost in her eyes as you vaguely hear Keira saying something followed by a door opening and closing. “I want to marry you.”

Aitana’s eyes widen in surprise before a taunting smile covers her face, “you will have to ask better.” She chuckles, clasping your cheek affectionately in her palm. 

You don’t tell her you plan to, it’s not the moment for that. “FIFA’s Best Player is my date,” you joke back to calm the moment. 

“We don’t know if I win.”

A scoff of disapproval leaves your mouth, “you will win. You are the best.” Aitana, always humble in her achievements, shakes her head. You were possibly biased to think she’s always been the best, but the world agreed with you now. “Best footballer, best girlfriend, best cook, best kisser… best everything,” you emphasize each one with a kiss.

“I love you,” the look in her eyes is tender enough to ease any stress of what’s to come.

You hum in satisfaction, “I love you too. Let’s get this over because as beautiful as this dress is, I can’t wait to see it on this floor.”

There’s a soft knock at the door, but neither of you acknowledge it as Aitana’s laugh fills the room, “you are bad. If I win…we celebrate.” 

"When you win amor... You are the best," you tell her one final time, leaving a lingering kiss on her lips as the knocking returns louder.

"Told you, you make us late," she pouts, dragging you unwillingly behind her to the door.

[comet-forgot-you]

satisfaction

demon!amber freeman x virgin!reader

summary: you have reoccurring dreams of the same demon and you finally figure out how to get her.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, fingering, manipulation (??), bath sex, oral, face riding, switch amber, virginity loss, amber’s a little mean. just a little. i think thats all idk i don’t remember.

a/n: hey yallll, long time no see.. finally finished with this, i used google translate so if the latin makes no sense, blame google 😬. it took me like a week to finish but anyways, ITS DONE. ENJOY. do not repost for any reason.

demons used trips to the human world as stress relievers or entertainment. they haunted the dreams of those whole occupied the world and fed off of the fear they felt. it was an activity every demon took part in at some point or another.

amber was amongst those who visited the human world regularly. she found it entertaining, seeing just how easy it was to elicit fear in those who caused it. stumbling into your room was a complete accident, but something about you drew her in, and she couldnt find it in herself to leave.

she knew she was hooked the moment she saw you. calm auras she usually sought to destroy suddenly became something she wanted to preserve.

your dreams soon became tainted with images of a beautiful girl. you longed to meet her, to know her. you fell asleep every night knowing you’d see her, you looked forward to it. only to wake up feeling empty and alone, craving the demon that haunted your dreams. you needed to see her, you needed to feel her, and thats all amber wanted.

amber planned it all out perfectly. months of her manipulating your dreams, showing you how good she could make you feel only to rip it all away at the last minute, forcing you to crave her like she craved you. then she showed you how to get her, and you were quick to follow the ritual she gave you.

steam filled the bathroom, you were wrapped in a towel, watching hot water fill the bathtub. candles littered the dark bathroom, flickering light from the flames painting the walls. worry pooled in the pit of your stomach. you were following a ritual given to you in your dreams, how could you not worry? you could be crazy, all of this, every dream, it could all just be some fucked up fantasy you had curated out of pure loneliness.

despite your worries, you continued to follow the instructions. you turned the water off, slowly dropping your towel. you felt like you were being watched, goosebumps rising on your skin. you glance around the bathroom despite knowing there was no way someone else could be in there without you knowing. you lower yourself into the tub, the hot water burning your skin ever so slightly as you do so. you take a breath, the feeling of eyes on you more prominent than before. you hold onto the edge of the tub in an attempt to ground yourself.

“te quaero, quaere me, te volo, coniunge me. te quaero, quaere me, te volo, coniunge me,” the words fall from your lips, clear and steady despite never saying them before. the candlelights flicker as if a breeze blew through the room. “amber,” the name falls from your lips but its not your voice.

the water level rises, arms snake around your waist and a chin rests on your bare shoulder, firm horns lightly pressing against the side of your head. “finally,” its the same voice that haunts your dream, quiet in your ear. “you want me, baby?” you let out a shaky breath, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

you hesitate, the demon that controlled your dreams was here, holding you. months of the same dreams of her, and she was finally here, actually here. “yes,” the word falls from your lips and amber smiles against your skin. her hand trails up your chest, her thumb tracing your nipple. you arch off of her body at the contact, a shaky breath leaving your lips. her other hand trails down your body, spreading your thighs apart. her middle finger grazes your clit and your quick to grab her wrist.

“i’ve never.. you know..” the words escape your lips in an embarrassed whisper. amber presses a kiss against your neck and your tilt your head ever so slightly to allow her more access.

“i know, baby. i promise i’ll be gentle,” she nibbles your ear gently, voice low. as if on queue, her fingers sink into your cunt. you bucking your hips into her palm, allowing yourself to lean back against her while she worked herself in and out of you.

shadows of the two of you dance on the wall with the flickering of light from the candles. you let your head fall back against her shoulder, eyes closed. “you’re so naughty, baby,” amber whispers, “i saw all of those dreams you had, where i fucked you just like this, what a slut.” the words are quiet. every movement amber makes causes the water to ripple, the noise fills you with embarrassment. you open your eyes, taking in her appearance for the first time outside of your dreams. dark circles rested beneath dark eyes, sharp fangs held her bottom lip captive. she was beautiful. her fingers curl inside of you, her thumb moving to rub gentle circles around your clit. you moan at the added pleasure. finding her free hand with your own, you guide it to your boob, squeezing her hand around it.

“please,” you whimper out, your hand dropping from hers, droplets of water splashing onto your chest. amber smiles, twisting your nipple between her fingers.

“so needy, hmm?” she asks. you nod breathlessly, your orgasm fast approaching. you grip onto her thigh as she works you to your high, fingers working effortlessly to do so. amber litters hickeys across your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans against her lips.

your orgasm hits fast, and if you weren’t so desperate for the demon, you’d be embarrassed about it. amber eases her fingers out of you, pressing gentle kisses over the marks she made on your neck. “one more?” she asks. your eyes are heavy, cunt still pulsing from your orgasm. you nod quickly, not wanting to lose the opportunity. amber smiles at your eagerness.

you sit up, letting her get out of the bath. she grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body as you let the water drain. amber holds a towel out for you, arms around your waist as she wraps the towel around your body. she litters more kisses against your neck as you guide her out of the bathroom.

“wait the candles,” your eyebrows furrow as you turn around in her hold. amber lets out a quiet laugh at your worried tone,

“don’t worry about them, i’ll deal with them,” she mumbles in your neck, guiding you back until your legs hit the bed. her lips are on yours the second your back hits the bed, desperate whines falling from your lips.

amber opens your towel, lips trailing down the expanse of your body. you’re soaked by the time her lips meet your thighs. sharp fangs scrape the skin and it takes everything in you not to buck your hips into the air.

her warm mouth meets your needy cunt before you know it, lips wrapped around your pulsing clit. a loud moan falls from your lips. it was all so new, so fucking good, it was almost too much. her tongue presses flat against the bud and your hands fly to hold onto the base of her horns. amber groans against your cunt, the vibrations eliciting a whimper to fall from your lips.

amber’s mouth detached from your cunt and she looks up at you with blown eyes, eyebrows furrowed in need. “baby.. you can’t..” you tug her back towards your cunt with her horns and a loud moan falls from her lips, her own hips bucking into the mattress. “baby..” she draws out in a whine, her tongue works messily against your cunt, needy whimpers muffled in your cunt at every tug of her horns.

“please..” you whimper out, amber’s arms wrap around your thighs. she knows you’re close, your clit pulses erratically under her tongue. she tries her best to keep herself under control, but every tug at her horns has her closer and closer to her own orgasm. with one final tug at her horns, you’re coming undone on her tongue. she’s quick to lap up your juices, her tongue soon becoming to over stimulating for you.

you push her head away from your cunt, her lust filled eyes meet yours and you can tell she’s still desperate for more. “let me taste you,” you mumble.

“you don’t need to,” she mutters.

“i want to.” your voice is firm and amber’s quick to position herself above your face, her thighs on either side of your head. your arms wrap loosely around her thighs, bringing her down against your tongue.

you circle her clit with your tongue, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. “fuck,” she moans out. your tongue swipes through her folds, prodding at her entrance. amber grinds down against your face, your nose bumping her clit with every roll of her hips. shes a mess above you, her legs struggling to keep herself up.

your hand trails up her body, taking her nipple between your fingers. amber’s head falls back, a loud moan falling from her lips. “fuckfuckfuck,” she mutters. your pick up your pace, desperate to bring her to her high. “sure you’ve never done this before?” amber asks between shaky breaths, her hips desperately bucking against your face. “so fuckin’.. so fuckin’ good for a first timer,” she mutters. you fight the smile that threatens to break out.

amber lets out a loud moan as her orgasm washes through her, her hips slowing down their pace. amber lifts herself off of you, moving to straddle your hips. she leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

for the first time in months, amber was feeding off of strong emotions, and for the first time in her life, it wasn’t fear, it was satisfaction.

[rafestar]

I have this idea and I gotta tell someone, so yk those push pop candy’s. Well y/n eats one and takes the whole length out and sucks it and Rafe looks or drew and they think of their divk. And get horny so uh idk after like bang bang they do that and uh idk

TRY ME | Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: +18 smut, oral sex (female receiving), sex without protection, hair pulling, dirty talk, etc

SUMMARY: reader teases rafe with a candy during dinner with their families.

A/N: thank you for the request love, i hope you like it. english isn’t my first language, if there’s any mistakes i will gladly welcome any advice or help, enjoy♡

"Choose one"

After finishing dinner at the Camerons' house, we all stayed at the table talking. While our parents were arguing about their things, Wheezie was handing out candy to me and Sarah.

“This one looks tasty.” I pointed to the strawberry push pop.

"It is! I'll take one too” exclaimed little Cameron. "You can also take some Rafe"

Rafe.

He on the other hand was in his own world, probably high, drunk, whatever.

“I'm not 13 years old to keep eating that shit” Even though he was looking down, clearly using his phone, I could see him rolling his eyes.

“Rude” I spoke.

Rafe, who was in front of me, for the first time tonight glanced up at something other than his phone or his food.

His intimidating look made me shift in my chair.

I never had any kind of contact with him, despite the fact that i was always at his house since Sarah is my best friend and our parents are also very good friends.

I could see from his look that he was throwing daggers at me. "No one was talking to you”.

And before looking down again I could see how he articulated "whore" before continuing on his phone.

Ignoring him, I continued my conversation with the two sisters while we sucked on our candies.

"I really don't know what to do, Topper is a good boy…”

“We already know you like Jo-“ Sarah covered Wheezie's mouth as I laughed.

"Wheezie!" Sarah whispered-screamed.

The three of us laughed until I noticed someone burning me alive with his eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Rafe's eyes were riveted on my lips. A smile gross on my face and I decided to try something.

I foolishly licked the top of the treat, carefully running my lips over the tip so only he would notice. I pushed the long candy until it was all in my mouth.

Meanwhile, I was still deep in conversation with Sarah, but I could clearly hear Rafe complaining and sometimes I'd side eye to see him squirming in his seat.

Until suddenly he pushed his seat back and got up hitting the table and knocking over a couple of glasses. "Shit…"

One of the drinks that fell was Sarah's. "What's wrong with you!"

"Fuck off Sarah." Rafe left the room without giving another backward glance.

"Words!" Rose yelled after continuing to drink her wine. "This kids…"

Everyone looked at each other strangely, less clearly me.

"Maybe he has an emergency," Ward justified.

Yes, an emergency.

Hiding my smile, I turned to continue my conversation, as everyone else did.

It took a while until everyone decided to go to the tables outside, since the weather was very good to be in the garden.

While my mom and Rose went on about their business, Ward and Dad talked about their jobs. Wheezie, Sarah and I were just laying on the floor looking at the stars.

The breeze got cooler and my skin got goosebumps since I was only wearing a sundress.

“Do you mind if I go upstairs to get a sweatshirt in your room,” I asked Sarah.

"It’s okay”.

I gave them a smile before getting up and brushing some of the grass off the skirt of my dress and headed inside the house.

I closed the door behind me and everything was pretty quiet. I made my way to the stairs until I felt a tug on my arm that took me to the kitchen.

Before I was going to scream, Rafe turned me around and covered my mouth with his big hand.

My eyes looked at him terrified, since from his look, he looked quite furious.

Looking sideways at the curtain-covered window, I saw our parents share a few laughs.

Rafe grabbed my jaw hard to direct my gaze to him.

"W-What do you want?" I whispered.

Rafe ran his tongue up the inside of his cheek before letting out a mocking laugh. "What do I want?"

Rafe grabbed my waist to lean me against the counter, and that's when I felt it. Against my stomach, I could feel how hard he was. My eyes flicked down and I saw how big he looked behind his jeans.

"I have something for you" my eyes widened in surprise.

Rafe rummaged through his pockets until he pulled out the same candy I was eating an hour ago.

“Thank you but I already ate one…”

My body was still trapped between his and the counter. His hip pressed hard against my stomach to keep feeling him. I watched as his long fingers removed the plastic from the long candy before taking it to his mouth. I saw how a trace of saliva was left on the candy when it came out of his mouth.

I felt like I had a pool inside my underwear. I couldn't help but get turned on by it. My cheeks turned hot pink as my gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. I guess he sensed my arousal, since with his free hand, he grabbed my waist for stability. My knees were shaking and if it wasn't for his touch, I'd probably be on the ground by now.

A lopsided smile appeared on his face, and his eyes sparkled a light blue.

He directed the sweet towards my closed lips, and outlined them inside. “Stick out your tongue”.

With his hand holding the candy, my tongue ran over the stick. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened as he followed my movements.

For a moment my movements stopped when Rafe introduced all the candy into my mouth.

"Push your lips against it and don’t let it fall" I did as he told me and his hands fell to my thighs.

He pushed me up onto the counter, squeezing the bare skin peeking out from under the skirt of my dress.

His hot breath felt against my face as he moved closer to me, looking closer into my eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you with that damn candy in your mouth."

My pupils dilated with desire, and I didn't take my gaze from him.

His hands trailed up the hem of my dress to my underwear and ripped it open. My eyes widened in shock and my hands clenched against the counter.

Rafe brushed my hair back and began to kiss the exposed skin of my neck. My head fell against the wall and my back arched. His cold hands ran over my neck and arms, caressing me gently. He slowly lower the straps of my dress until my breasts were exposed.

His hot kisses went down to one of my breasts, licking and biting through the center of my areola. Not leaving the other unattended, he massaged my nipple into a squeeze that made me jump to the edge of the counter.

He did the same steps with my other breast. His kisses trailed down my thighs, taking small bites and leaving marks on my sensitive skin. His big hands gripped my thighs, and I began to feel him kiss my core. His kisses were soft and his licks were soft.

He sucked all the folds in my core, before inserting his tongue. My legs trembled at that, and I could feel him smile against my intimacy. His tongue came out and went back to licking softly over the rest, before taking my clit between his teeth.

Saliva dripped down the side of my mouth as I clenched the candy hard.

I was near my peak of arousal until Rafe came back up. "Even sweeter than that fucking sweet."

My frown showed my frustration and he smiled at that.

His hands unbuttoned his pants and lowered his boxers a little, and the great bulge of him finally came out. My eyes widened at the size of him, and saliva kept dribbling from my mouth. His thumb wiped me clean before taking his hand to himself and massaging it a few times.

Without warning he entered me and my eyes squeezed shut. My whimpering over the candy and his growling were silent, since the only thing that separated us from our families was a simple window.

I opened my eyes and couldn't flinch at the image in front of me. Rafe's head was thrown back as his bare arms held the kitchen counter to the sides of my body.

"Jesus christ… how can you be so fucking tight Y/N” he sighed, before pulling out of me a bit and resting his forehead against mine.

My eyes looked at him and with my hands I grabbed his waist and pushed him back into me. His moan rumbled inches from my face.

His hand moved up to my hair and he squeezed hard before beginning to thrust hard and fast. We had both grown used to each other's size.

His onslaught made our skins crash against each other. Rafe brought his head to my neck as he gasped. Tickles turned my stomach.

"Your walls were made for me," he murmured against my neck.

His other hand gripped my thigh tightly as his thrusts followed the same quick, hard motion.

My walls began to contract against him, and my lips were sore from pressing against the sweet. Rafe came out of my neck and with the hand he had wrapped in my hair, he grabbed the candy and tossed it to the side.

Our lips immediately collided kissing hard.

His kisses were wet and passionate. Continuing with his thrusts, his fingers quickly massaged my clit.

Rafe contracted inside me without stopping to move. “Shit, Y/N…”

Hearing my name come out of it in such a pornographic way, was what made me break.

We both got to touch our highs and euphoria ran through our blood as he came inside me.

His thrusts ceased but his kisses never stopped. Our tongues were still tangled and our breaths felt rough.

Rafe leaned his forehead against mine as the kiss broke, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

I opened my eyes and Rafe was already looking into mine. Before we broke apart and helped me down from the counter, he kissed me again, but this time was in a sweet way.

He helped me clean up and walked me back to the garden where our families were.

I expected him to stay, but he didn't even say goodbye and he just walked out of the garden before getting on his bike and driving off.

Does he regret it?

It was just sex, but still. A bit of guilt coursed through me as I sat down next to Sarah.

I just fucked her brother.

My best friend's brother.

Sarah snapped me out of my thoughts. "And the sweatshirt?"

"Oh um..."

♡

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[the-demonus-aunt]

okay, so what about this:

he is craving you so much that he literally starts drooling and drooling (a lot) uncontrollably (before or during sex to idk you're the writer it's up to u)

it can be afab or anything but please do it gn

idk if you are comfortable writing something like this (obviously it's ok if you aren't) but if you are i'm thinking of:

>beel< (specially him 🙏 please) and mammon... -diavolo, levi, belphie, simeon and even lucifer could also work if you feel like it idk

thank u in advance if you do it 🙏 I really like your work

Hello there 🫰🏻

I didn't do Simeon, bc I personally just couldn't see him here and didn't know how, but I do hope you enjoy the rest!

CN nsft. minors dni. saliva.

Beel

He was working his magic on you, his lips stuck to your skin, his tongue pushing right into that one, oh so sensitive spot.

He's been down there for a while, you've been high and low several times, your moans stuck in your throat, as his mouth refused to leave that wet spot between your legs.

Merciless. He wasn't even thinking of stopping anytime soon and you could feel it - in the movement of his tongue, enjoying every second. In the way he obviously had to stop himself from just devouring you from bottom to top, teeth always only one doubt away from sinking into you. In the way your juices mixed his saliva, the slurping sounds making you quiver.

The room was cold, light goosebumps showing on your skin. His mouth was hot, spreading his excitement all over you.

He couldn't stop. He tried, but when you smelled as delicious as today, there was no holding back - only his Gluttony and his drool pooling around his tongue like a promise.

How could he even think of letting your night end, when your little sounds and the salt on your skin made his head dizzy and his spit run down his face and his eyes roll back.

When he sucked on you and you arrived yet again, he dove right back in - his eyes trained on your contorting face and his drool coating your favourite spots.

Belphie

His eyes were trained on your underwear, his nose focussing on the delicious smell of your fear.

You hadn't planned on him walking in and you sure hadn't foreseen the wild grin that spread over his face.

He couldn't help but laugh when he finally touched you and the most shameful moan fell from your lips, unprepared and raw.

He planted his face on your neck, suckling in all the right places and slowly but surely, the more you sigh and grab your sheets and ruffle his hair, you feel something wet drip down your throat.

Warm and heavy, pooling in the hollow of your collarbone, flowing past your breast and down your shoulders. More and more , the heavier the demon breathes.

It was when he started spreading it, over your sensitive neck, on your erect nipples, that you came, suddenly and hard.

Oh how that did not stop him. Oh how he would cover your whole body and soak your skin with his scent.

Dia

You were sprawling in his massive bathtub, wearing his black and golden collar and nothing else. What a sight for his very, very tired eyes - and what a seductive smell emanating from the bubbling pool of...demonus?

You did know him too well, didn't you?

He could feel his mouth start to water at the thought of your taste mixed with the finest drink in the whole palace.

As he took step after step toward you, his pants tightening, his mouth filling up with overwhelming greed, you spread your legs and let one hand run slowly up your thigh.

He was naked and all over you before you could take another breath, his hand on your crotch, his mouth on yours.

You could feel his saliva running down both of your chins as he devoured you. Oh how he could not stop drooling over you, your smell, the way you feel on his tongue.

Sparkly bubbles bursting in between his lips and your skin. The taste of sweat and bitter fruit making his nerves explode.

A trail of his drool on your every body part, marking you his.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

dude. dude. angel and devil steddie au!! but they get baby fever. the second they see u being all soft and taking care of a baby/toddler, the idea flashes into their heads n it just won’t leave.

can see them slipping it into their dirty talk slowly, and they amp each other up and up even more (idk the logistics of if they could even actually get her pregnant, but that could be a cool little “we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we sweetheart”)

A/N: idk what it is about you guys, but you have all been screaming for them to knock you up. I truly apologise for making up a rule that they can't back in the very beginning when I brainstormed their lore. (.........and now you are making me remember of some of the very dark ideas I had back in the beginning, thoughts of them holding you captive, kidnapping you to their world and using you as a means to create more of them because they so rarely find a human who can take it, who will be able to survive it, that that is is the reason for why you could suddenly see them....)

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“Wait,” you reached down and cupped your sensitive cunt, messy and oozing with their cum, “I thought you told me that this isn’t how you reproduce,” goosebumps erupted all over your skin as the filthy fantasy they had just unravelled kept going long enough for you to grow nervous. 

“Did we?” Eddie smirked, his bliss bleeding through his faked confusion, “I have absolutely no recollection of that, do you?” he looked to the angel sprawled out beside him. 

“Nah,” Steve chuckled, “I don’t think so.”

“No, no, no,” genuine terror filled your voice, “I thought the whole we’re gonna fuck you so hard you get knocked upthing was just dirty talk, just a fantasy.” 

“I mean, it is the dream,” Steve’s vision drifted up from your used and leaking core to your heaving abdomen. 

“Stop it!” your bottom lip trembled, “can you get me pregnant or not?” you thought of just how many times they had repeatedly made all of your holes outflow with their seed, day in and day out, “a-am I pregnant?”

“What if you are, huh?” the devil inched in closer, his obnoxious grin never faltering even a second, “what if you do already have a little fiend growing inside your belly?”

“Okay, alright,” Steve planted his palm on Eddie’s shoulder, making him reluctantly back down, “you’re freaking her out,” visibly shaking the game off of himself, Steve looked back at you sincerely and said, “no, honey,” trying his best to calm the anxiety that had so quickly spun out of control, “everything we told you before is true. We were just playing.” 

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[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader [Part 2]

SUMMARY: After the events on the couch, Y/n doesn't know how to talk to her best friend anymore and decides to call him late at night, with a different outcome than expected.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, friends to fwb sorta, …

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @dominuslunae

A/N: Whoa, so this took longer than I expected but here is the long awaited Part Two. I'm planing on writing a third final part but don't ask me when it will come out, idk yet sorry c: also this isnt proofread :c

You couldn’t even remember a time where Vinny and you hadn’t been best friends. In all those years you always had been each other’s comfort zone. Nothing ever had the power to separate the bond you two had created. Except the two of you yourself of course.

At the moment, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers while waiting for Vinny to get into his car. You had spent the evening at Ricky’s house for a small birthday celebration and everything had seemed normal. You had walked there since the weather had been pretty good, but it had gotten pretty late, and nobody was comfortable with you walking home at this point, so Vinny, being your best friend and neighbor, had offered to drive you.

Nothing about this seemed out of the usual for the others, but you were almost shaking with nervousness. It had already been a week since the events on your couch and nobody had dared to say a word about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked at all. Everything seemed normal, except the two of you tapping around the obvious elephant in the room. You felt like you were being tortured for seven days straight at this point. You didn’t know how Vinny could act so calm about the whole thing, while you were about to explode into a million pieces.

Your thoughts were consumed by him. It felt like your brain had been wired differently since that night. All you could think about was Vinny. It wasn’t only the sexual scene that happened literally in front of your eyes. It was everything. His voice, his smile, the way he made you laugh. Everything.

Once Vinny had said his goodbyes to everyone left and slipped inside his car, it was just the two of you left. You instantly felt how goosebumps started to form on your skin when you inhaled the faint smell of his perfume. You felt how your heart was racing just with him near you and you were sure you were about to go insane, rather sooner than later.

The car ride was quiet, the only sound coming from Vinny tapping along to the music on the steering wheel. You tried not to look to closely at his hands, since even that gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Your mind wondered back to that night. After receiving that text from Vinny, you felt like you were on fire. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Vinny had called you that night and you streamed one of this dinosaur documentaries as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t watched each other cum. You had decided after that, that you needed to push your feelings away even further.

You really tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t even know what to expect from that situation.

So now, a week later, you were sitting in your shared driveway and stared straight ahead. You had never been more unsure of anything in your life like you were right now, and it hurt you, because Vinny was the one stable thing in your existence, and you had collectively decided to ruin it because of the heat of the moment.

Right as Vinny took a breath to say something, you snapped out of your thoughts. “Thanks. Good night.”

With that you sprinted out of his car and into your house, fearing for a second, he would go after you.

Two hours later you sat on your bed and toyed with your phone in your hand. Your thoughts were eating you alive. You didn’t know what came over you when you opened the Discord App to check for the fifth time if he was still online.

“Fuck, he’s still Vinny. Don’t be so childish.” You mumbled to yourself before you touched the call button.

Almost instantly you heard his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You felt like you were frozen into your place. His voice alone made you crumble into pieces.

“Hi.” You mumbled shyly.

“Hi back.” He answered you and mimicked your shy undertone. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mock you.

“So… What’s up?” Vinny asked again, now in a more relaxed tone while you felt stiffer than ever.

“I-… You know… I-…” You began to stumble over your words, regretting you hadn’t thought about what to say to him before calling.

“Yeees?” He teased you and you knew he was grinning slightly. You wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap it out of his pretty face.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Vin!” You almost cried into your phone and ran a hand through your hair.

It was silent for a long time.

“Did you think about it?” He suddenly asked into the void.

“Think about what?” You breathed out, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to give it away.

“That night.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your body. You didn’t think the subject would turn this fast.

“You mean if I thought about you touching yourself in front of me?” You boldly asked, smiling slightly at your sudden and unexpected confidence.

“Uhm… Something like that.” Vinny almost stuttered, causing your smile to become even broader.

It was silent again.

“And?”

“Have you?” You asked him and leaned back on your bed.

“I asked first.” – “I asked second.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest any second. Never in your entire life had you been more turned on simple by the tone of the voice of someone.

“I have.” Vinny answered after a short while, his voice way raspier than it was before.

“Me too.” You mumbled and immediately your mind snapped back to that night. You just couldn’t get this picture out of your head. Vinny, with his hand wrapped around his hard member, breathing out your name between slight moans.

“Did you touch yourself today?” Vinny than asked with slight hesitation in his voice.

“I haven’t…” You answered and immediately became bold again. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?” Vinny asked. You bit your lip for a second, trying to suppress the smile forming on your face.

“I plan to… Yeah.”

“You want any help?” He mumbled casually as if he was offering to help you clean your house or something.

“You can’t come over. I have to get up early tomorrow.” You answered him honestly and hoped you didn’t scare him away with your comment. You wanted him to come over, but you knew it would ruin the last bit of sleep you would get.

“Noone said anything about coming over.” He answered you and you could picture the grin that was plastered on his face in said moment. You wanted to scream into your pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered sweetly into your phone while settling deeper into your pillow.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to touch you?” Vinny wanted to know, ignoring your question. Blood rushed in your ears as you remembered the moment, when you exclaimed you wanted it to be his fingers instead of yours.

You opened your legs beneath your blanket and let your hand ran down your body.

“Yes, I did mean it.” You breathed out. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Fuck… Of course. Have you looked at yourself?” Vinny almost moaned out and you were sure he was touching himself at this point, so your hand started to travel between your thighs.

Your heart stutters at his low voice.

“I hoped you would say that.” You whispered into the phone. Vinny let out a low laugh. 

“If I’m being honest, the last couple of times weren’t the first time, I thought of you while masturbating but god… I can’t get you out of my mind anymore.” Vinny explained with so much honesty in his voice that you couldn’t help yourself but to touch your most sensitive spot.

“When you were thinking of me…what was I doing?” You asked him, realizing your voice became breathier at this point.

“If I’m being honest, it’s the little things. How you look in your favorite dress, how you look when you bend down, how your cheeks get red every time someone slightly compliments you.” He answered you and let out a small hum after that.

“Really? Just that?” You asked him, shocked about how just simple gestures could turn him on.

“No. Today I came so hard while thinking of you being under me. Moaning out my name.” He answered as you circled your clit a bit faster. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him thinking about you while masturbating and then going to meet you right after that.

“Oh, Vinny.” You breathed out.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” He teased you. “What about you?”

“I thought about your hands.” You honestly exclaimed. “I mean… You play the drums like a fucking god. Can’t help myself thinking about how your fingers would feel inside of me.”

Another groan came from Vinny, and you let your finger swirl around your clit. 

“Oh yeah? Gosh, I wonder how your pussy feels like.” He said with a serious tone, but you can’t help but giggle.

“What?” – “That’s what the guy said in the porn, too.”

“As far as I can remember, you liked that pretty much.” He teased you.

“I wasn’t denying it.” You answered him with a smile on your face and let a finger sink into your hole.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Vinny stumbled out shyly.

“Of course, I am and I know you’re doing it, too.” You moaned.

You heard some shuffling noises and couldn’t help but think about him sitting in front of his computer with his hand around his cock.

“If you keep making these noises, I will come over.” Vinny breathed out on the other line while your pace became faster.

“Maybe I want you to.” – “I value your sleep, darling.”

‘Darling’… He was driving you insane.

“I wish that was my hand on your cock right now.” You moaned into your phone.

“You have no fucking clue, do you? The effect you have on people.” His breathing was getting more prominent, and you felt your own pick up.

“Or my mouth.” You whispered after his statement and heard him moan. Tension started to form in your stomach, another finger sinking into you.

“Vinny.” You gasped and he moaned into your ear through the phone. Your fingers curled up onto the sweet spot you’d found while thinking of his hard cock. You wanted to feel him so bad.

“Please tell me you’re close, Y/n.” He almost whined out.

“I am.” You moaned into your phone, chasing your high.

“I want to feel you so bad.” Vinny whined, speaking out your own thoughts. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Oh god.” You exhaled as your hips started to stutter. “Fuck, Vinny.”

“It’s like I had a taste of the forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned.

“Have me then.” You whine out, your voice weak and laced with unsaid words. Everything neither of you had dared to say before.

Your hips buck against your hand as you cried out. “God, Vinny!”

“Are you cumming?” His voice so determined and raw but all you could do was nod, though he couldn’t see you. Though, you didn’t have to say something. Your breaths revealed the truth.

“Fuck…that was…oh fuck,” you tried to answer him as you started to come down from your orgasm, still not in full control of your body functions. 

“You sound so fucking good. I just… Gosh, Y/n...” You could imagine how he started to thrust his hips slightly upwards, cum coating his hand.

You hear him shuffle again and breathe heavily into his microphone just as your head became clearer again.

It was silent for a longer period of time. Both of you trying to contain your thoughts.

Suddenly you began to feel nervous.

“That was-…” Vinny breathed out.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you-…” – “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow?” He quietly asked. “You could come over and we could watch a movie or something. Tomorrow night?”

Your heart started to beat heavily again. It would be the first time you would be around each other alone since the evening after he came back from tour, and you started to wonder how it would go.

“See you tomorrow, Vin.”

“Good night, darling.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[nexusnyx]

tw implied sa

great! i was thinking that maybe you could write something where the reader has a hard time with intimacy, maybe because of previous experiences of violence in that regard? like maybe she has strayed off of it for some time. idk, in all his toughness + protectiveness i feel that joel would be very understanding and guiding. i’d really enjoy reading about it!! totally understand if you’d prefer not to write it, though!! sending love

tysm for the request! soft Joel ahead, implied established relationship.

Joel noticed it the second you tensed.

Flinching might be second nature in the human body after years of alert, but muscles become hard as a rock came from a different place. The first times it happened, he removes his hand the same second they landed on your skin as if a fire burned them away. Now, knowing of your past and remembering you had just asked him, "come closer", Joel only waited for your next instruction.

Wind howled loudly outside, spreading the sharp cold and reminding him of why he was so worried about you.

After a couple of heartbeats, he feels it. Relaxing. Unwinding.

It takes a few seconds, but your body molds inside his embrace. Joel gives you a moment, then finishes pulling you closer to his chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

He feels the nod of your heart. Joel's eyes close at the proximity he'd been craving for so long.

You're in his arms, nuzzling your chest and head until it fits properly under his chin, your legs scooting closer to his until Joel feels the warmth of your whole body pressed against his.

He surprised himself — Joel imagined having you in his arms would awaken the dark and twisted parts of his brain. The ones that screamed whenever you smiled up at him. The ones that whispered filthy things and all the ways he could ruin you, soak his fingers and face with your ecstasy and then swim in all your afterglow.

Instead, Joel cuddles back.

He nuzzles his nose into your hair, amazed by how much it smells okay. Most things smell either like dust or bad now, but not you.

Joel feels your sigh.

He's unable to wrap his arms tighter around you, but every part of him screams that's exactly what he should do.

Protect you. Guide you. Keep you safe and sound. Tucked into him.

"This isn't uncomfortable for you?" Your voice sounds smaller than usual.

Joel shakes his head. Places a kiss on top of your head. "'s the most comfortable I've been in a long time."

"Bullshit," you giggle.

That's the sound he enjoys. Joel pokes you with a finger. "I ain't never lied to you."

"Good. 'Cause you know my lie detector's as good as Ellie's."

"Two walking hounds, I swear," he huffs.

There are a few more moments of silence, and Joel wonders if you're trying to sleep.

This is the most comfortable he's been in a while. Only his flannel shirt and pants, the sleeping cot and your body on his.

He's almost out when you speak up again. "Joel?"

"Yeah, baby?"

Your lips breathe out hot air close to his neck. "Thank you."

He's confused. Had he done something and forgot about it? He'd move his head to get a better look at you if he wasn't so fitted. "What for?"

A shrug. The huff of breath raises goosebumps on his skin, but nothing comes close to the electricity jolting through him when he feels your lips on his skin. "For being you."

He's on fire. There's heat on his cheeks, his chest, all over. "That ain't a reason to be thankful."

"It is to me." So certain. Defensive, and it's over him. Joel's a little dizzy.

"Well, then thank you. For bein' you."

He feels your arms squeezing around his waist and the tiny pleased exhale makes Joel feel an odd desire to cry — his throat locks, and instead of saying something witty or stealing one of Ellie's puns, all he does is kiss your temples since that's within his reach.

"Sleep, baby."

Within seconds, you two. Joel stays up with his fingers running through your hair, imagining a day where no touch will make you flinch. He'd be there to witness it. He'd make it happen.

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[queenimmadolla]

Idk if you’ve answered this or not but what are Penny, Wayne and Maples interest/special interest? Like was Penny into the 90’s/2000’s boy bands? Was Wayne into trains or dinosaurs or something real niche like garbage trucks and was I’m assuming Maple was born in the late 90’s was she into Hannah Montana or even metal music that you and Eddie cater to until they just decided one day it wasn’t cool anymore and moved on 😅

I want to thank you. Because you just reminded (I had to consult my timeline for this verse to answer it) that Penny was born in the late 80s, so she got to endure the late 90s and y2k as a teen. She would have been the same age as Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff when they feuded omg!!!! And with a famous dad?? She can interact with y2k royalty!

ANYWAYS, to answer your question, YES! She was a big fan girl of the Backstreet Boys as a preteen! Was begging her parents to go to concerts all the time, learned the choreography, she was obsessed and, as delusional as 10-13 year olds get over boy bands, she was proud of it. And DREAM. She’d love that girl band so much. As a teen, she loves most of the bands of the 2000s like Fall Out Boy, Green Day (they reached the height of their fame that really elevated them in the 2000s—thats not up for debate), Sum41, Evanescene, Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, Pussycat Dolls and she’s a fan of singers like Beyoncé, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey, etc. She doesn’t really like the pick-mes of the 2000s. Sorry, Avril.

Wayne didn’t have any real niche interests dinosaurs or trucks. By the time he could develop niche interests, Goosebumps was a thing, so i imagine him going the mystery/horror route. And because of watching and reading Goosebumps, he develops an interest in weirdly specific things just as the main characters of the show do. To make it short—whatever he watches he makes his whole personality for a good couple of months.

And you’re right about Maple being born in the late 90s! She was 100% a delusional fan girl too, LOVED The Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana (but she loved Miley Cyrus more), fucking radio Disney, Jesse McCartney—oh my god, she was born around the same time as me so she’s going to go through so many horrible fashion and fan phases. The shrug, the skinny scarf, the weird layering of dresses over jeans. One Direction. God, Eddie has to endure a lot with her but if his babies are into something, then he encourages their enthusiasm, helps them indulge in it by buying them CDs and merch, goes to concerts with them—he’s a good fucking dad. Even if the two of you get whiplash with how often they switch up their interests. And lucky for you and Eddie, she’s a Beyoncé stan, so she exposes him to fantastic music just as he introduces her to the music he grew up liking in the 80s.

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.6

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

WATTPAD OC VERSION ( NAMOR X ALORA)

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PART 6

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"THIS PLACE IT'S BEAUTIFUL" you whispered to yourself, eyes taking in the cave you was in. It's been a day since you was taken to this mysterious place, your ankle already fine from whatever treatment the healers have used.

Harucan had been around you the whole time, bringing up random things to you and showing them.

You also met the healer that treated your ankle, her name was Akna. Akna was gentle and kind with you, making you feel much more at ease with being in this mysterious place yet you was still riddled in fear for your life.

The only source of happiness you did get was the little visits Huracan would give you through out the day, a guard chasing behind him as he reaches towards you and rung his arms around you tightly.

He became even more clingy to you— the woman that saved his life, he wanted to return the favor of you helping him by making your time spent in the cave a bit more interesting so he brought random things he found around the cave and in depths of Talokan to you.

Your ankle felt much better, allowing yoi to walk slowly again which caused Huracan to pull you by the wrist to show you around the cave properly.

The place was indeed beautiful—magical. The blue lights hanging from above , the water that escaped from the cracks gently falling from above.

Huracan points towards a small hut, the roof made out of straw and the walls made of clay. Around the place was weeds that grew from the cracks on the ground— the small hut was surrounded by what looks like objects from the surface world— a scuba diver helmet, a recorder, a fisherman's boot..?

You suppressed a laugh as you thought about the little mermaid— how Ariel would collect anything that was found from the surface world in the ocean.

Huracan tugged at your hand towards the dimly lit hut— wanting to take you inside of it, you was hesitant, scared that you left the place you was at and it would cause the Talokanil King to be upset with you intruding.

"Come!" Huracan insisted, you took a thick gulp and allowed the boy to drag you to the hut, you were about to enter until a hand sudden grasped your unoccupied hand sending a fast chill of fear to spiral down your spine, goosebumps irrupting and covering your skin as you go pale.

" Huracan, why did you bring this surface dweller here?" You heard a gruff voice says from behind you , the grip on your wrist getting a bit tighter as it yanks you away from the young boy as you let's out a shocked gasp.

You turn around slowly, fear radiating off of you to see a Talokanil man, his skin a similar shade to Huracan's. He looked fierce and even more scarier than Namor, a scowl behind his apparatus.

"Attuma! I just wanted to show her my father's paintings." the boy whines out, a pout forming on his face but Attuma's stern expression didn't flutter at the child's attempt to let thr two of you off the hook.

You didn't understand anything the two said but from the Talokanil's tone in voice he was not happy. At all.

Attuma holds you by the arm tightly and pushes you away from the hut, he gently takes Huracan's hand but the boy slips it out of his grasp.

"Huracan.." the Talokanil warrior says in a warning tone but the boy ignores him and ducks under the man's arm to be by your side.

'Why does this kid like me so much?' You thought, your heart beating faster as Attuma sighs and just pushes you forward to walk back to where you was meant to be.

Attuma disliked— no he hated the idea that Namor brought a surface dweller, once again down to their secret kingdom. Attuma pushes you towards the hammock once they reached the place you was meant to be as you falls onto the flimsy cloth that was 'your bed'.

'My arm..' you thought, rubbing it gently as Huracan was pushed away by Attuma to not get closer to you.

How could his king, his Ruler, K'uk'ulkan — so easily trust this surface dweller? Did he not learn from what had happened a few months back with the Wakandians? Even though they had an alliance, Attuma still didn't like this idea— he felt that his home is now at even more threat than it was before and now seeing that you was roaming around freely in their secret home made him even more questionable towards K'uk'ulkan.

With a warning glare towards you—knowing that you won't understand his threat towards you, he walks away— Huracan being dragged with him as you just watched, fully understanding the wordless threat towards you.

'I need to get back home.' You thought, your body laying on the hammock as you curl your legs into your chest, your heartbeating faster that you could infact — be killed at any moment.

    ✧ : - ⭒ - : ✧ : - ⭒ - : ✧

Namor's fingers gently touched the pearls in his hand, a heavy sigh leaves past his lips as he thinks about his late Queen.

She , Huracan and the Talokanils where the most precious things to him yet he had lost one of the things he cherished with his heart and soul. When the queen died, part of his heart also died with her— for him, she was the sun to him.

Her beautiful smile forever etched into his mind as a shaky sigh leaves past his parted lips as he leaves the pearls that had crafted pieces of vibranium threaded with it back down on his table— the last gift he had given to her before she was taken away from him and their son.

"FATHER! " He heard an all too familiar voice call out to him, instantly he was alarmed at the tone of voice Huracan had called for him. His thoughts instantly drifting towards you, his breath hitching at the fact that you may have harmed his son.

He rushed out of the hut, heart beating faster only to find Attuma holding onto the boy's arm tightly, bringing him towards the hut as the boy wails.

A sigh leaves post Namor's lips, feeling revealed that his son is okay but his brows furrow when he sees the way Attuma held him as he raises up his hand towards Attuma, instantly he let go of the child's arm as Huracan ran towards his father to hug his waist.

"Attuma is being mean to me again." The boy sobs into his father's chest as he gently pats his back.

"What happened now, Attuma?" The king asks.

"Huracan tried bringing the surface dweller in this area." Attuma simply says, Namor's eyes slightly widening as he looks down at Huracan.

"My child why did you try and do this? you know we can not trust her fully." Namor states, Huracan's glossy eyes looking up at his father.

Namor himself, does not really know what to do with you. It was a rushed decision to bring you to Talokan to heal you from your wound and you had a panic attack, if he had left you— you would have surely being dead. He wanted to leave you but his son didn't approve of this, insisting that you saved his life and took such great care of him.

He didn't think back than, now he is left with a problem— how is he going to send you back without you opening your mouth? What if you planned all of this, what if you manipulated Huracan?

Namor's trust in the surface world was weak, the only surface people he now trusted were Wakanda.

He had made a grave and foolish mistake yet for his son it was not. He had never seen his son so enthusiastic since the death of his mother.

"I just wanted to show her the paintings you did." Huracan says as Namor's gaze soften.

"Hura.. you know we can't trust the—" no y/n is different, she saved me. You are lying about the people from above." Huracn says defiantly letting go of his father, tears brimming his eyes.

"Hura—""leave me alone!" the boy shouts as Huracan pushes his father hand away from him.

"I'm tired of only being here and believing that all the surface people are bad yet the surface world is not as bad as you said. " Huracan shouts and backs away from his father and Attuma as he rans away before screaming,

"And ice cream is amazing and I hate you for keeping it away from me!" the boy says before diving into the pool, his father sighing, brows furrowing at the child's words as he have heard about this so called desert before.

"This child." the king mumbled out, heart stinging at the word hate  as Huracan had thrown it towards him quite a few times.

"We should get rid of the woman, K'uk'ulkan." Attuma suddenly states, grabbing Namor's attention.

"And how we do that, Attuma? " Namor asks already knowing the answer to his question.

"Killing her." The Talokanil warrior says. Namor's creased his brows , a frown forming on his face. Knowing that if he was to kill you , Huracan would become even more hateful towards him and he didn't want this.

"I can not. Huracan would become hysterical." Namor says, watching as Attuma frowns deeply.

"It's for Huracan's own good. We don't know what's her true motives are, K’uk’ulkan." Attuma says, voice filled with warning. Namor was torn between the safety of his people and his son's fixation with some random surface dweller (you) , he regrets deeply spoiling the young child.

"You spoilt him way too much." Attuma mutters as Namor replies " Let's give her some time, we can't just go about and kill her. If she does anything that goes against us or is a threat than— we will kill her."

Attuma didn't like this decision as he gives K'uk'ulkan a firm nod— the tension between the two strong as Attuma walks away from K'uk'ulkan, his doubt and faith in his leader becoming weaker as he clenched his fist in anger and dismay.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | okay so now i need to write more new chapters but idk what else to write. writers block and college drained me :/

reblogs and likes are highly appreciated 💞

[lynnlovesthestars]

Sleep tight.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Lynn, changeling sorcerer)

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: The shadowlands are not welcoming and Astarion needs help falling asleep

Warnings: Astarion overthinks the shit out of cuddles.

WC: 1.1k

AN: im sick, so sorry if there's any errors, i wrote this a few nights ago so idk if there's any errors, but covid got my ass. I will get back at answering the headcanons when im going to be able to type without feeling sick- so yeah. I hope u like it

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The night dawned quickly over the tired group, the shadowlands had something in them that drained them of their energy. It could have been the constant fighting- or the gloom- but they were exhausted by the time they set up camp.

It was unsettling when everyone retired to their tents, even the ones known for being the loudest or chattiest were suddenly silent. Some even resorted to keeping their tents open- like Lynn- just enough to have a clue of what was going on outside since the silence took over before they even knew it.

The shadows lingering right at the edge of the small clearing haunted everyone as they tried to get as much rest as possible.

Lynn quickly discarded his clothes in the corner, grabbing his trusted blanket and wrapping it tightly around his body before tucking himself in his bedroll. It was a different type of cold that ran through everyone's body, it was rooted deeply in their bones and eating out as much as possible. They almost thought that the shadow curse was actually eating them alive if it wasn't for the Harper's reassurance before they had left the inn.

Nevertheless it didn't erase that overwhelming cold as they laid to sleep.

Lynn surprisingly didn't take long to chase the exhaustion, despite he didn't fully fall asleep, for the time being, dozing in and out of sleep was enough for him as he tried to picture a peaceful scene in his head.

A roaring fire, a plaid, Astarion clinging to him as they rested close and exchanged delicate kisses. What he imagined as peaceful in his quite stressful life.

Astarion paced back and forth in his tent, his body unable to stop fidgeting as he bit his nails and retraced his steps to find out where he fucked up.

"Shit, shit, shit" He facepalmed as he couldn't help but recall the way Lynn had held him those few times he had fallen asleep in his tent after a feeding.

His whole body was taught, impossible to fall in meditation when his head had other matters to focus on, so when he was thinking again of Lynn, and the way he held him, Astarion decided to give it a shot.

Astarion could never truly move on from it, he held him as if he had been precious, he placed soft kisses on his forehead and he'd gently scrape his nails on Astarion's body, or how his fingers tangled nicely in his curls as he gently massaged his scalp. He didn't know feelings well, but he was sure that was the closest he had even been to feeling loved.

And he wasn't even good at hiding how those pure touches affected him. Nothing could hide the blush on his cheeks or the goosebumps on his skin, the way he's clutch tighter to Lynn as if he was afraid he'd disappear.

He didn't have to feel anything more than whatever people that co-worked felt like, he rumaged as he stood in front of the flap of his tent.

He scoffed at himself as he pushed it open. "It's just making sure he's not dead" He thought. "I'm confirming he doesn't hate me yet" He strode past the rest of the tents to Lynn's, even as he walked he could peak inside, where the changeling was sprawled in his bedroll, his hair spread all over the place as he laid half asleep, staring at the cloudy sky.

The latter didn't notice him coming to a halt in front of the tent. "Lynn?" He kneeled close to the other as he placed his palm on his cheek, earning a 'mh' as the other turned to look at him. Lynn's eyes were glassy with sleep as he laid on his side. "Can I stay here with you?" Astarion managed to ask with an unfamiliar shyness he could hardly tame, while his pallid cheeks suddenlt burnt with heat.

Lynn simply nodded, lifting the duvet- still messily wrapped around him- and the bedroll's flap while his free hand gently grasped at Astarion's wrist and tugged him in. "Come here" He murmured once the elf didn't hesitate to sneak in the cocoon.

The warmth alone could have helped him sleep, but the closeness with Lynn truly had something he couldn't name that relaxed him.

Lynn didn't think it twice, his arms quickly found respite around Astarion's hips and pulled him to his chest, and the moment his naked legs tangled with Lynn's he swore everything was lifted off his back.

Lynn didn't as why Astarion was there or why he pocked him to rest with, he simpley accepted Astarion in the closed space as if it was something normal to do with him, and Astarion knew it wasn't.

Lynn barely allowed anyone to touch him, firmly reminded everyone to respect his personal space, and yet Astarion played by his own rules, just the fact that he was allowed to literally cling to his neck and feed off him was proof enough of it, no matter how many excuses he would recycle to the rest of the group. Astarion already knew back when Lynn had defended him from the gur, or when he had offered to show him what he looked like, that he was getting way too emotionally attached to him, and yet he couldn't help but sigh in the grasp. What sorcery was it? His body felt lighter and slipping in trance was way too easy.

Astarion gently cupped Lynn's cheek again, their noses brushing as the other closed his eyes and Astarion wondered if he could try and steal just one kiss before it was too late.

"Shit, do you need to feed?" Lynn rasped half dazed with low voice, clearly closer to sleep than what he knew.

"No, just wanted to thank you" He smiled while lingering close. Their lips were barely brushing as Lynn peacefully sighed and slowly blinked. "Rest well" He murmured before he closed the distance between them with a peck- although he swore he kissed his forehead- Astarion was left breathless with his eyes wide open.

"Sleep tight" He whispered back as he sunk in his chest and closed his eyes, allowing Lynn's heartbeat to lull him into trance.

It had been such a fleeting kiss that Astarion couldn't help but wonder how Lynn's lips would taste like, how his tender touch would be once they waked , how his eyes would soften once he'd notice how tightly they were holding each other, and how his lips would curly in a smile when he'd see how nicely their legs tangled together, and before he knew he was finally meditating, shielded by Lynn. That's how he knew he was safe, cause for once he didn't struggle or worry. He knew Lynn was going to be there when the sun- or the shadowlands equivalent- rose, he'd be in his hold.

[phantaloon]

okay okay im finally finished with both eps and here's my genuine opinion

the cast is 10/10, every single one of these kids knows exactly what they're doing and WHO they are, i can't imagine anyone playing each character better than them

the slight change in Sally and gabe's dynamic gave me a bit of whiplash at first, but the second time watching it, i kinda really dig it better than the books

the way they're portraying percy's feelings of inadequacy and the whole "i know I'm broken, i don't need you to make up stories for me"? fucking devastating, but it fits so fucking well (i can't remember if this is shown as deeply as it's shown here)

sally jackson is the most badass mfer and i fucking love her she is the godly parent fuck poseidon

it's been said before but sally calling percy perseus when she wants him to listen >>>

LOVED how they gave us the impression of percy having riptide while facing the minotaur, only for them to take it away (not really but percy didn't know that) and having percy face the minotaur book style rather than movie style

ANNABETH SAYING PERCY MUST BE THE ONE I SCREAMED

i am fucking loving the way they're doing percy's rage, like maybe it's bc i don't remember it as clearly in the books, but it's so raw, and walker does an amazing job portraying it, but the whole part where he offers food (a thing meant to be for gods) to SALLY, king behavior fr, and that monolog about making his father see them?? actual goosebumps

leah does such an amazing job portraying annabeth's indifference and apparent arrogance, i can't explain how much i love her, like she does it so subtly, it's just little gestures, but she IS annabeth chase (this felt especially cooler after seeing her in interviews, where she's actually really shy irl)

im not going to lie here, and like im sure it was done on purpose anyway, but i am feeling it kinda rushed, and I get it really! they won't waste time in the many chapters spent during camp introducing the world to us, when they've got few episodes, and the whole quest to showcase instead, but like, i would have loved to see percy training with luke (and besting him) and annabeth showing percy around camp (second time we've missed that) and idk just some fun little details, but like i said, i understand why they HAD to rush the intro, so I'm not upset about it or disappointed, just smth to notice

having said that, i really did love the bit of luke guiding percy through several activities trying to figure out his "calling", the callback to percy's horrible archery skills is 10/10

annabeth's yankees cap is fr a yankees cap and im crying

i nearly forgot, but im loving the nightmare sequences, i love how they're keeping the "voice" so faceless and shapeless, but just a light in the darkness of a nightmare, and really it's a great figure, bc a light in a nightmare is usually a good thing, it's the thing you run towards, and it's usually smth that helps you, but here, the light in the darkness is anything but good (quite literally) and he literally taunts percy, and fuels his fear and bitterness, and ugh I love it

the whole capture the flag sequence is 10/10 as well, i can't explain how much this healed me, just like annabeth leaving percy to be bored to death on his own, when she was right there, the transition between luke's "percy's got this" and percy doing the fucking floss dance? cinematic masterpiece, and like the fight sequence was really well done and crafted much much better than many others that rely on slow mo or weird angles, like the fight with clarisse and her spear was gold

dior's scream as percy breaks clarisse's spear alone deserves an emmy

leah portrays annabeth so effortlessly and naturally, I've said it before but i love her

i got like 10 seconds of annabeth interacting with percy and i can already see them together forever ahdjdj

overall 10/10 will rewatch again and again and again bc I'm in fucking love even if it does feel a bit rushed at times and there was the same lack of the hellhound as the movie