#pop a melatonin gummy

[bluecoffeebeanz]

Aemond said go to bed so u better listen

he’s serious 👀

[forbidden-interlude]

Scrolled on tiktok and this girl came up in my fyp. And I had looked at her page before cuz I liked her braids and wanted to know where she got it from so more of her stuff started to come on my fyp. Plsssss why did her vlogs with her boyfriend come up and it’s literally the guy I dated last year. The universe is laughing at me I swear.

[dutchgp]

F1 Polaroids » Max Verstappen becomes a 2x WDC

[honeykaes]

Heavily thinking about cuddle and smooches with a particular brown-skin, eyepatched, blue hair man 🥺

[heartual]

omg heyyy i almost forgot abt txt today

[juniperdugong]

Help Sleeping - Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was aware that you had work early in the morning.

Which is why he wanted to "help" you go to sleep.

You honestly didn't know what to expect. Maybe a glass of milk, some tea, a massage, hell maybe he'd even go the extra mile and do all of the above plus some melatonin gummies or something.

But no. Here you were, staring at the wall, sitting up, and lights dimmed. As your boyfriend sat in front of you with a pill bottle, a lighter, and a pop-it your younger sibling had left at the house months ago.

"Mingyu..."

"First of all, not my name. Second, I promise this will relax you." He let out one of his infamous little "he he" laughs as he zoned in.

Fully focused this man leaned closer and closer to you. You almost catch him in a kiss before his head swerves to your right ear. "A..." he whispers. Switches to your left ear, "S...". Alternating now he finishes the word with a breathy "M" and "R".

You groan at his antics but let him continue. And he does, oh trust he does.

For the next 20 minutes, you sit back and close your eyes, attempting to relax, as Gyu alternates between tapping on the pill bottle, whispering in your ear, lighting the lighter (careful to not get too close to the side of your head with this one), and bringing the pop-it to either side of your head and gently popping the bubbles.

Every now and again he would make a water droplet sound with his mouth, his breath so close to you that you would giggle and open your eyes slightly to see a small frown turn into a concentrated stare at whatever object he chose to entertain you with next.

By the end of it, he must've thought you were sleeping. His hands about to reach out to your body to lay you down but instead he meets your gaze as you slowly open your eyes.

"Gyu..."

A pout forms, "I thought I got you to sleep".

"Can you please, pretty please, the light of my life, my beautiful boyfriend, just make me some tea and get the melatonin gummies in the cabinet?"

He huffs and his pout turns into full duck lips as his brows furrow. "You didn't even try to enjoy it."

You scoff, roll your eyes, and put on your baby voice (the one made exclusively for him), "I did try baby, I really really did...for about 5 minutes."

"You let me do that for 15 more minutes?!"

"Listen, you were in the zone, how am I gonna stop you when you're in the zone? Babe."

"How am I gonna stop you when you're in the zone? Babe." He mocks.

"Gyu...please." you give him the most endearing yet sleepy expression and his pout returns, this time out of a minor sadness at your current restless state. Yeah, he could never actually be mad at you.

Being the man he is he's on his feet before you utter another word. Within 10 minutes he's back with what you've asked for. You scrunch your nose as you drink, a sign of thanks to him.

He gives you a radiant smile before wrapping his arms around your waist, giving your cheek a peck, and nuzzling into your neck.

After taking the gummies you turn the lamp off joining Gyu fully in the sheets entangling in the warmth of each other. Although it's dark you both know that you're both smiling. You reach out to cup his face in your hands and he giggles as your fingers locate each feature.

An attempt is made to kiss his lips but you catch his nose instead. Laughs emerge from both of you. This time you get it right though, your lips perfectly capturing his.

With a sigh, you say "Maybe...next time you just try holding me like this, huh? Because I don't know if it's you or these gummies but suddenly I am very very sleepy...".

"I'd be willing to test out that theory."

{If you're interested in being on the Taglist for my Seventeen works please let me know!!}

{A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, literally finished writing this, posted it, and K.O.'d lol. This is inspired by this video of ASMR svt moments lol. Enjoy my loves, get a good night's rests whenever you sleep, and for the love of all that's holy DO NOT attempt to pull an all-nighter}

[alyrasturnz]

i know u probably have alot of requests rn but im in need of a fluffy chris x reader abt the song "jump then fall" by taylor swift

JUMP THEN FALL {{ chris sturniolo }}

summary — in a quaint little town, y/n and chris have been best friends since childhood. their bond has always been strong, but recently, y/n has started to notice the little things about chris that make her heart flutter. she loves the way he sounds in the morning when they talk on the phone, the way his laugh is the best sound she's ever heard, and how she can't keep her focus when he's around. this oneshot follows the sweet, tender moments leading up to their realization that they are meant to be together.

warnings :: mentions of burning food??

— purely fluff

as the shrill ringtone pierces the veil of your slumber, your eyes flutter open reluctantly, the remnants of dreams dissipating like mist in the morning light.

a groan escapes your lips, a sound of both frustration and resignation, as you bury your face into your palms, seeking a brief refuge from the unwelcome intrusion.

the world outside your cocoon of blankets feels distant and harsh, a stark contrast to the warmth and comfort you had been enveloped in.

with a resigned sigh, you roll over, the motion slow and deliberate, as though moving through molasses.

you shift to lay on your stomach, the coolness of the sheets a fleeting comfort against your skin.

your hand gropes blindly for the phone on your side table, fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the device before finally closing around it.

the screen’s glow is almost blinding in the early morning dimness, but you brace yourself, preparing to face whatever awaits on the other side of that persistent ringtone.

“chris??” you croak, your voice laden with the remnants of sleep, each syllable a struggle against the grogginess that clings to you.

your eyes, still heavy with the vestiges of dreams, squint against the harsh intrusion of light, which feels like needles piercing through the tender veil of your slumber.

the brightness assaults your senses, each ray a sharp reminder of the waking world you have been reluctantly pulled into.

"morning!" chris exclaimed with a cheerfulness that seemed to dance in the air, a stark contrast to the grogginess enveloping you.

the sizzle of something cooking reached your ears, a symphony of tiny pops and hisses that hinted at a breakfast being prepared with care and enthusiasm.

the sound mingled with chris's bright greeting, creating a tableau of domestic warmth and early morning routine.

"chris—what time is it?" you mutter, your voice a low murmur as you roll back, sinking into the embrace of your mattress.

the familiar contours of the bed offer a fleeting solace as you seek to anchor yourself in the waking world, the question hanging in the air like a fog of uncertainty.

"it's 8," chris replied, adjusting his phone so the camera captured the stove's bustling scene. "making some breakfast," he added with enthusiasm, his voice brimming with the kind of energy that seemed to spill over into the sizzling symphony of the kitchen.

"how are you this energetic at 8 in the morning?" you mutter, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. the incredulity in your voice mingles with amusement, a gentle acknowledgment of chris's boundless morning vigor.

"I don't know," chris chuckled in response. "honestly, I went to bed way earlier than usual last night. I took some melatonin gummies, and I just discovered that melatonin gives me nightmares!" chris continued, his voice trailing off as he walked away from the stove and into the living room.

you loved listening to him just ramble, his words flowing like a gentle stream, each sentence a pebble that you would turn over in your mind, examining its texture and shape.

you would hang on to every word, absorbing the cadence of his voice, the subtle inflections that hinted at deeper emotions.

sometimes, though, your mind would wander, and you'd find yourself lost in the quiet admiration of his face, tracing the contours of his features with your eyes, as if committing every detail to memory.

his presence was a balm, and whether you were fully engaged in his stories or simply basking in the serenity of his company, you cherished those moments deeply.

"oh, really?" you mumbled, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "you had a nightmare?" you inquired, the question hanging in the air, laden with the weight of genuine interest.

chris nods, sinking into the couch with a casual grace. "yeah, but it wasn’t that bad," he says, his tone reassuring. "it wasn’t about monsters or anything like that."

"y’wanna talk about it?" you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep as you groggily rise from your bed. you place your phone down on the vanity, the soft clink barely audible, and make your way over to the closet, your steps slow and deliberate.

"no... well, actually, yes," chris said, a tentative smile playing on his lips. "alright, so here's the gist of it—it was me and nick in the nightmare," he began, his words spilling forth in a torrent as he delved into the details, his ramble stretching on like an unending tapestry woven from the threads of his restless mind.

chris was rambling about the nightmare, his thoughts darting from one topic to another like a restless butterfly.

he frequently veered off course, diving into tangents that seemed only loosely connected to his original tale, creating a tapestry of disjointed musings and fragmented stories.

and the entire time, you listened with a gentle smile gracing your lips, your hands deftly applying makeup, each brushstroke a silent testament to your patience and attentiveness.

chris lets out a soft giggle, a sound so delicate and enchanting that it immediately sends your stomach into spirals, a whirlwind of emotions ignited by that simple, yet profound, expression of joy.

you never noticed how gentle his laughter was, a subtle melody that seemed to caress the air. You never realized it was the most enchanting sound you had ever heard, a symphony of softness that resonated deeply within you.

you tried to listen again, but his words started to blur, becoming a distant and indistinct murmur in the background of your thoughts.

the only thing that occupied your mind was an intricate tapestry of dreams and possibilities, where you envisioned the two of you as a perfect couple.

you imagined how your lives would intertwine seamlessly, each moment a testament to the harmony and understanding that seemed almost fated.

the more you pondered, the more the notion grew, overshadowing everything else in the room.

but then, the smoke detector suddenly pierced the air with its shrill alarm, an abrupt intrusion that made both you and chris flinch.

the moment shattered like fragile glass, pulling you both back to the stark reality of the present with a jarring intensity.

"chris! what is that?" nick's voice echoed from upstairs, urgency lacing his tone as he descended the stairs, his eyes immediately drawn to the stove. "you left the stove on again?" nick groaned, frustration evident in his voice as he surveyed the scene.

"I gotta go!" chris exclaimed, swiftly rising from his seat and casting a fleeting smile towards his phone. "bye!" he added, before abruptly ending the call.

»--•--«

chris

I burnt my food :(

y/n

yeah i figured 😭

thats like the third time this month

chris

I know 😕

Man those eggs looked so buss too

y/n

mhm i bet they did

chris

Im so upset

😔

If only a professional listener that barely speaks could take me out and bring me to dennys

😔

y/n

seriously

chris

Yes

y/n

…

would you like to go to dennys with me

chris

Never thought you’d ask!

y/n

😭

ill pick you up around 10

chris

Ok 😁

See you n/n

y/n

see you later chris!

»--•--«

you watch as chris talks animatedly about something he's passionate about, his gestures lively and his eyes alight with enthusiasm.

each word he speaks seems to weave a tapestry of his dreams and aspirations, drawing you into his world.

yet, despite his captivating narrative, your thoughts drift, becoming ensnared in the depths of his gaze.

you can't help but lose yourself in those eyes, a sea of unspoken emotions and possibilities, imagining a future where the two of you are inseparably intertwined, each moment a testament to the bond you believe you are destined to share.

your bond with chris has been unwavering since the days when both of you first learned to talk, a connection forged in the earliest moments of your shared existence.

however, a shift has begun to stir within you, a subtle yet profound change in the nature of your feelings.

the laughter you once shared, once so familiar and effortless, now carries a different weight. not in the bad way, but rather one that sends a flutter through your stomach and a rush of warmth to your cheeks, transforming each shared moment into something deeply exhilarating and new.

everything he once did, actions that would have previously passed by unnoticed, now evokes a whirlwind of emotions within you, making you feel everything with an intensity you never anticipated.

but how could you not? He embodies a rare combination of beauty, vivacity, and humor, surpassing anyone you have ever encountered.

you find yourself captivated by the way his hair cascades effortlessly across his face, and how each freckle, like a constellation, makes him uniquely him.

there are moments when you find yourself meticulously counting the freckles scattered across his face, each one a delicate mark that adds to the intricate mosaic of his being.

never before have you been so utterly enraptured, finding within him the very embodiment of everything you have ever desired.

each moment spent in his presence feels like a dream woven from your deepest longings, where every glance, every word, and every gesture seems to fulfill a part of your soul that you never knew was yearning.

"y/n?" chris's voice pierces through the veil of your reverie, pulling you abruptly from the depths of your contemplative trance.

“yeah?” you say softly, taking a sip of your coffee, your lipgloss staining the white mug

“you listening?” chris asks, taking a bite of his waffle

"yes!" you respond enthusiastically, "you were elaborating on the phenomenon of jumping and falling from a towering cliff."

"exactly!" chris exclaimed, "it's such a bizarre concept, isn't it? i can barely manage the thrill of a rollercoaster, let alone muster the courage to leap and plummet from a cliff!" chris chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

chris savored another mouthful of his waffle, the rich flavors dancing on his palate as he continued to ponder the conversation.

"you can jump then fall into me," you murmur softly, almost to yourself, as you take a contemplative sip of your coffee, hoping the words remain unheard.

"what was that?" chris inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity. You glanced up, catching the sight of his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

"oh, nothing!" you quickly replied. "just—maybe we should try jumping and falling off a cliff one day," you stammered, a nervous smile playing on your lips.

chris's eyes widened, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "are you serious?" he laughed, incredulity coloring his tone. "you couldn't even dangle my firstborn off a building to get me on a rollercoaster! just the sensation of a car going downhill is more than enough for me. there's no way you actually want to jump off a cliff," he declared.

you pressed your lips together, a delicate dance of restraint and anticipation, as if your smile was a secret too precious to reveal just yet.

chris takes a generous bite of his waffle, the moment steeped in a tranquil silence that wraps around you both like a comforting embrace.

chris shakes his head, hastily swallowing his waffle. "you know what? I'm so grateful to have you in my life," he says, a genuine smile illuminating his face.

you return his smile, gently setting your mug back on the table. “me too, chris,” you reply, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments.

"like genuinely! I don't say it enough, but I love you," he declares, his words sending a rush of warmth to your cheeks, painting them with a delicate blush.

"y’know? It's like you hold the keys to the deepest parts of my soul. Whenever I'm engulfed in sadness, you stay by my side, holding me through the entire night until the shadows lift and a smile returns to my face," he says, his grin widening. "in today's world, it's incredibly hard to find such unwavering support and understanding. I genuinely appreciate you more than words can express."

you chuckle softly, a knowing smile playing on your lips as you gently shake your head, a gesture filled with a blend of amusement and affection.

beyond his playful personality, chris had a tendency to fill the quiet moments with heartfelt expressions of gratitude. Every time silence fell between you, he would seize the opportunity to voice his appreciation, and that was a quality you had always cherished deeply.

"you’re so sweet, chris. without a doubt, you are the most compassionate person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting," you say, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

»--•--«

you and chris stepped out of denny's, the warm glow of the diner fading behind you, and made your way into the serene embrace of the nearby park.

you frequented this park with a sense of familiarity and fondness, often referring to it affectionately as "your spot," a sanctuary amidst the bustling world.

as the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the park in a warm, ethereal glow, you and chris meandered leisurely along the winding path, enveloped by the tranquil beauty of the moment.

the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene symphony that mirrored the calm before a storm brewing in your hearts.

your thoughts raced like wild horses as you stole furtive glances at Chris, each look laden with unspoken words and hidden emotions.

his presence was both comforting and exhilarating, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold winter's day.

you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with passion as he spoke, or how his laughter seemed to chase away your worries.

suddenly, chris stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability.

your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, your breath hitching in anticipation.

"y/n," chris began, his voice soft yet steady, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

you felt your pulse quicken, your mind racing with possibilities. you nodded, urging him to continue.

chris took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been feeling something more than friendship, and I can't keep it to myself any longer. every time I see you, every time we talk, I realize just how much you mean to me. you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep. y/n, you are my anchor, my guiding star. I promise I'll always be there for you, to catch you when you fall, and to hold you through the tough times. I want to be the one who makes you smile, who shares your burdens, and who dreams with you. I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I love the way you make me laugh, the way you understand me like no one else does. I love you, y/n."

your eyes widened in surprise, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and relief. You took a step closer, your hand reaching out to gently touch his.

"chris," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, "I've been afraid to say anything, but I can't deny it anymore. every moment we spend together feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. I feel the same way. I've been falling for you, too. I love the way you make me feel safe, the way you bring out the best in me. I love you."

a radiant smile spread across chris's face as he pulled you into a tight embrace. you felt the warmth of his love envelop you, and you knew that this was where you belonged.

as you pulled back slightly, your eyes met once more.

chris leaned in, and you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a sweet, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to always be there for each other, to cherish and support one another through whatever life might bring.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and chris sat on a nearby bench, hand in hand, watching the sky transform into a canvas of stars. jou knew that this was just the beginning of your beautiful journey together, and you were ready to face it side by side.

"i really did jump then fell into you, didn't i?"

[mattypattypinky]

Sleepover with Anxiety (Inside Out 2) Headcannons

(Romantic Headcannons)

As we know from Go To Sleep Anxiety (The book) she has an extremely hard time falling asleep. I feel like this would play a big role in a sleep over with her.

She's probably the one who arranged the sleepover, and the sleepover is probably just staying in the same room together or area, since. Everyone / most in HQ kind of sleeps sort of together anyways.

She wanted to sleep next to you tonight! I mean, she probably wants to do that every night but she's waaay to anxious to ask 90% of the time.

I feel like if you had trouble sleeping she'd prioritize helping you sleep first, even if it was at the expense of her own.

She'd probably stay up late because she drank way too many energy drinks, and her mind can't stop racing. That 1200 milligrams of caffeine in her system is making her heart race faster, her mind go faster, and she can't keep up with either/J.

She's probably the type of person to get extremely stressed out if she feels her heartbeat actually. She's probably got real bad health anxiety.

I feel like she'd want to cuddle you in attempt to help you, or herself, sleep.

Little spoon would make her feel safer, but she wouldn't ask. She'd just kind of lean into you and hope you take the bait, and if you asked what she's doing she'd panic and apologize and say it's nothing. 😭

If you do manage to fall asleep before her, and don't cuddle her, she'll probably spend a few hours of the night up at the table, making origami figures of you and her so that she can give you one of her and she can keep one of you. She'd try her best, but I think she'd make yours way better than hers, then beat herself up for it because the little Anxiety origami figure doesn't look NEARLY as good as the one she made of you.

And she doesn't want you to have a shitty, poorly made figure.

She probably pops melatonin gummies before bed in hopes they'll make her tired enough to pass out.

I feel like she'd be the type to need some sort of noise when going to bed? Like she'd probably need background noise.

"Do you mind if I play my white noise before I go to bed?" And you're like sure! And its this fucking roar of white noise coming from her phone that's so obnoxious that you might have trouble sleeping.

Or something really corny like whale or ocean noises... Cuddles up all cutely while whale noises emit from her phone I feel like Joy would LOSE HER SHIT in the middle of the night to it like she wouldn't be able to hold herself back from laughing at it.

I bet anxiety prefers to sleep in rooms full of people, or with people, instead of alone, out of stress or fear something will go bad when she's alone and asleep.

I don't think she snores constantly, but every now and then something would happen in her dream and she'd either gasp or snort in her sleep. She probably twitches in her sleep or roles over.

She'd be an unintentional blanket hog? You'd have to cuddle up to her if you want the blanket... Cause she'd want the blanket right under her chin like a little cocoon and bundled around her like a baby.

Actually, she'd probably really prefer weighted blankets.

Going back to the sleep noise headcanon, but, I feel like another noise she might like to play is those obnoxious youtube playlists of toddler music boxes. She might also be an ASMR girly.

Asmr coming from her phone and it's deep ear cleaning whispering ASMR

She gets embarrassed by it so if she listens to ASMR she uses big bulky headphones that are like almost the size of her. They're wired, not wireless.

She's afraid of the Bluetooth disconnecting or dying in the middle of her ASMR at night, she doesn't want anyone to hear it. 😭

Back on the sleep twitching but she probably kicks in her sleep... Also she definitely wears socks to sleep.

SHE HAS LIKE EIGHT PAIRS of the same night shirt

Joy would unintentionally hurt her feelings because she'd giggle or laugh at certain things Anxiety does at night to sleep, like the ASMR, noises, or the kicking and twitching she does in her sleep.

She might have a night time retainer that she doesn't wear in front of the older emotions because she's afraid of being teased for the lisp it gives her at night. The other emotions that came with her would be a bit worried why she dropped it cold turkey after moving into HQ.

You'd probably have to convince her to wear her dental equipment that she needs.

Umm, before sleep she'd probably want go by a strict rule-set for sleep-over fun. She probably has like... A planner for the perfect slumber-party, and has like specific activities that she wants to do, and others that are complete utter no-no's.

I feel like she would want to watch stuff with you, maybe read a book, paint nails if you like to do that, but she'd be very anxious about the more exerting sleep-over habits.

Like if you, or someone asked to do a pillow fight I feel like she'd stress over all the negative effects of it.

What if the pillows tear? What if someone gets hurt? If we do something physically exerting this late, we might not be able to calm down enough to sleep on time! If we play truth or dare, we could reveal a truth that could leave someones mind racing all night. Or a dare that could embarrass them the whole night. We can't play pranks because it could make a mess... And it could cause discomfort, or emotions before bed- You get the drift, if there's something to overthink about it, she will.

She'd prefer much more calm activities.

She'd like binging things with you late at night... It would help get her mind off her rushing worries. She'd be able to lay back and relax and maybe fall asleep to the sounds of the show that's on.

I feel like, weirdly enough, she'd enjoy if you brushed her hair. She'd probably find it extremely soothing, especially if she is having trouble sleeping herself tonight. The feeling of a soft brush combing through her hair. Or simply playing with it like girls do at school. I feel like it would ease her mind and make her feel comfortable and safe.

Remember the origami? Yeah, she'd probably like other activities similar to this to calm herself down at night, too. She'd probably like to learn how to so sweet little arts and craft projects, or simply do art.

Maybe it's late at night, and she can't quite sleep any well, and so you and her go out to the table... You bring some crayons, and paper, and draw together to ease her worries.

Or make each-other Kandi-Bracelets with little colorful beads and stretchy-strings!

I feel like she'd be too anxious to do something like make cookies, but if you could, making her cookies and milk would probably help her sleep. And, even if it doesn't, it would make her feel good, because boy are cookies tasty.

I feel like having a sleepover with her would be a roller coaster but I feel like she wouldn't have it any other way.

WHEW!!! TY TO @fenny-self-ships for helping me yet again curate these <33

[mirrology]

— Doldrums .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ Doldrums (noun) is a state of inactivity.

Ft. Aventurine, male reader, platonic. wc: 762

Content: child reader, reader is kinda stoic, dad aventurine, reader can't sleep, he takes child melatonin gummies, reader is refered to as son, kiddo and my little prince, reader likes to play outside, he's silly. / After playing outside and accidently falling down, leading to getting your clothes dirty, you get a bath and put to sleep after your shenanigans.

Notes: Umm, this took some time, but at least i posted, also trying a new layout (sort of), a mizi & sua fic coming soon!!

You stood in the doorway of the front door of your and your dad's house, covered head to toe in mud and grime. you shifted your eyes to the side and sweat dropped at your dad's intense stare on you, although your face was still blank. "So, my dear, son" He raised an eyebrow and smiled in amusement, "Would you mind telling me how exactly you ended up like this?" Aventurine said.

A small pout formed on your lips at his teasing tone whilst fiddling with the edge of your shirt — the edge that wasn't completely caked in mud.

"I... f..l.." You muttered, your words barely gracing Aventurine’s ears. He raised a brow, "Hm? I couldn't hear you, kiddo. Can you repeat what you said?" He encouraged as he kneeled down to be at your height. You shyly looked up and made eye contact with him. " I fell..." You repeated, this time louder than before, Aventurine paused for a second, looking at your embarrassed face, then laughed lightly and pat your head, making your already ruffled hair, messier.

Your cheeks felt hot, and it was quickly spreading all over your face from the way your dad practically "made fun" of you. "Not funny..." You complained as you crossed your arms over your chest, "No, I suppose not. My little prince could have gotten hurt!" Aventurine dramatically exclaimed, putting the back of his hand on his forehead and imitating a distressed tone.

Your once frown turned into a small smile as the edges your lips twitched upward, your dad always knew how to cheer you up. Nevertheless, you were still dirty and in need of a bath, you face scrunched up in distaste as the mud bled through your shirt and pressed against your skin. Aventurine quickly noticed your discomfort and picked you up in his arms, so you were sitting on his left forearm. "Let's get you cleaned up." He rubbed your back in an attempt to distract you from the feeling of being dirty.

You nodded and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes as you were trying to ignore the discomfort that you felt.

You sighed, feeling much better now that you had taken a bath and dressed in clean clothes, known as your pajamas. A content smile graced your face as you sunk into the mattress of your bed, laying on top of your sheets in a fetal position.

"(Name)?" Your name was called out, interrupting your moment of peace. You opened your once closed eyes. In Aventurine's hand was a squared shaped bottle, and on the inside were purple half-moon shaped gummies. These were your melatonin gummies. Ever since you were much younger, you've had trouble falling asleep. Never once had you fallen asleep at your own fruition, you had to be helped somehow, so your father made it his mission to help you fall asleep one way or another.

You hummed in acknowledgment and sat up, you stretched out your arms and put out both of your hands, awaiting the grape flavored goodness. Two crescent shaped gummies were put in the middle of your hands, you quickly popped them into your mouth.

Aventurine let out a light chuckle "eager, are we?" He teased. He moved to be sitting at the edge of your bed. You nodded. You didn't want to stay up anymore. Your body was fatigued from all the running you did, and the warm bath that you took had drained the remainder of your energy.

You crawled underneath your soft blanket, and you turned to your dad. "Can you tuck me in?" You asked all while putting on your best puppy eyes. Which were not exactly needed because he would have done it even if you hadn't asked. Aventurine smiled. "Of course I can." He reached over and brought the blanket up to your chin, smoothed out the sides where your shoulders were. He proceeded to tuck in the loose sides underneath your torso.

"There" Aventurine muttered, looking quite proud of his work. He reached up and stroked the top of your head. You yawned as the melatonin finally caught up to you, making your eyes feel heavy. You sunk deeper into your bed, relishing in the warm feeling of being wrapped in soft cloth as well as the presence of your dad's hand radiating warmth.

"Goodnight, Papa." You slurred out, your eyes finally closing as you fell into a deep slumber.

Aventurine smiled softly and leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my little prince"

[tonkatsubowl]

crave.

▼ kafka x fem!reader

▼ nsfw themes. mdni.

▼ she's been gone for a while and you miss her.

the last thing you kept to memory was kafka reassuring you that she'd be home by tonight.

but it's 10 pm, nearly striking 11 pm, and it only leaves you to wonder if kafka truly meant that she would be home past midnight... or was that your separation anxiety speaking for itself?

you fidget in your seat, unsure how to calm yourself down—let alone, how to distract yourself.

you're a medic working under the stellaron hunters and it wasn't a busy day. some members here and there suffered a scratch or two, but nothing life threatening or to the point where you had to keep an eye on them the entire time. most of your day consisted of... well, pondering about kafka. kafka. and kafka.

at this time, you'd actually be asleep. sometimes you stay up, sometimes you don't, but the anxiety filled heart of yours prevent you from falling asleep.

you breathe, sighing in defeat.

fuck it, you thought, i'll just take some melatonin and call it a night. maybe she'll be here when i wake up.

so, you tried that.

popping two melatonin gummies, you sat with patience—at first—and waited for the sleepiness to kick in.

...

...

but it didn't.

it's 2 am now and you're wide awake, staring at your ceiling in darkness. you were beginning to panic now.

opening your phone, you looked at the past, unread ten messages that you sent to kafka... and many of them consisted of "i miss you". but alas, to no response in return.

you decide to send another one.

▼ i'm gonna go to sleep now. i'll see you when you come back.

then, you put your phone to the side and tried to sleep. forcing your eyes shut and taking deep breaths for your body to relax... until you finally drifted off to sleep.

hours pass by, and your reflexes wake you up, your hand instinctively moving to a familiar hand that etched towards your sleeping frame. your eyes shot open, familiarized of the maroon-shaded hues that stared down at you lovingly.

"kaf—"

you shot up and immediately held her. burying your face into kafka's chest, inhaling the scent of fresh gunpowder and her signature perfume.

a chuckle escapes her, lips brushing unto your cranium.

"i'm sorry. i got caught up in my little mess. i'm home now."

my first fanfiction after 10 years of inactivity... hi, we're back!

[flowersintheimpala69]

Saw a destiel post about how cas and dean should cannibalize eachother which sorta felt like seeing someone say they wanna get rlly high while popping a melatonin gummy ykwim

like if yall want that then im afraid ur gonna have to snort some hardcore wincest :/ or gaslight urself into thinking that melatonin gummy made u feel anything

[imperfcct]

2016 bill smut pretty pöease 🙏 do whatever you want to

gabi’s note 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ sorry if this took long bby

you tossed, and turned on the bed. Ruffling the duvet around your body, eyeballs wandering around the room waiting for the sleepiness to kick in.

-

it’s around…3am. are you still awake? yes. but are you tired? ironic, but yes.

it’s way pass your normal bedtime of course, but you just couldn’t sleep. Your mind went through all the possible reasons that’s causing this sudden insomnia. The food you’ve ate, the liquids you’ve drank, the activities you’ve done…all of them just don’t seem to connect.

And have you tried all the solutions to go to sleep? Yes, you most definitely did. You tried to set the air conditioner’s temperature lower, you tried taking some melatonin gummies, you also tried drinking some stress-relieving tea. But they just won’t work.

There you laid on the bed, defeated. Eyes glaring on the ceiling, squinting them thinking what the fuck is happening that right now you’re still awake.

“the fuck did I do..” you whispered while wondering.

And your boyfriend bill? Oh he’s enjoying his sleep,really well. The white duvet blanket covering half of his face, his head slightly slanted to the side from the constant moving that was made during his sleep.

you have never, I mean never been so jealous of a person that could peacefully sleep. Your desperation for sleeping is at peak right now, you are tired, really tired actually. But you just can’t sleep. Which is torture from the devil himself.

“baby.”

the sudden call of bill made you turn your head to look at him.

his voice was like honey, lingering with that slight sense of rasp since he just woke up from his beauty sleep. His eyes was half opened, and when I say that I want you to picture bill fuckin kaulitz, a sexy man looking down at you with his half lidded eyes, his bleached hair all messy and ruffled, sitting right on top his head perfectly.

“why you’re still awake meine leibe?”

his eyes are shut now, but eyebrows furrowed. He probably wants to sleep but got disturbed from your constant tossing.

You felt his hands now held your waist, holding you like his little comfort plushie that he must hold when he goes to sleep or else he’ll have nightmares.

of course, you still didn’t gave him an answer but your eyes wandered down to his arms that’s tightly wrapped around your body. The van cleef bracelet just highlighting his wrist perfectly, and his veins popping out from the flesh of his arms? Let’s just conclude that…your legs are ready to be opened any second by now.

“leib-?”

you cut his words off, “I can’t sleep.”

he closed his eyes again, and started putting his hands in your hair, gently massaging your head. “just relax baby…you’ll be alright..”

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were melting into his soft and gentle touches, but you didn’t want this. You yearn for another solution.

“no not this-“ you gripped both of his wrist in your hands tightly, while he looks down at you.

“I propose you to dick me down till I physically can’t stay awake anymore.”

silence.

he blinked, his brain was clearly processing the words you just spoke.

then, he leaned in and gave you a peck. it wasn’t a really quick one, but it’s also not like a slow and sensual kiss. You stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react.

He soon cut your thoughts off with another one. mua. the sound of his lips leaving yours, then giving you another one. mua. and another one..mua. Till it wasn’t just as simple as a peck.

The tip of his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva. With that, you parted your lips slightly, causing your tongue and his to make contact. They were, definitely tangling and fighting.

Your eyes stayed squeezing shut, as one of the hands that was originally held tightly by yours are now on your jaw, slowly drifting to grip your chin. lips crushing each other, making some wet noises in the room, along with some grunts, and moans.

he moved your body to stay on top of his, from laying side ways making out with him, to straddling your thighs to make out with him. The duvet made some ruffled sounds from the movements, as your hands stayed on both of his cheeks, his right hand is gripping your jaw, and his left hand is squeezing your hip.

“you sure you can’t sleep or you’re just horny?” he broke the kiss and asked you,

“both..” you answered, grinding your cunt onto his clothed crotch. Leaning in fastly again to continue the make out session you were just having, his hands roamed on your ass and hips, moving it gently to grind on his bulge properly. “w-wait, am I gonna ride you?”

he let out a chuckle, hands going on your waist and hugging it. Making you collapse on his torso, your chin landing on his shoulder. His lips hovered around your ear, speaking softly “you want me to put you to sleep with sex right? then we’re gonna choose a position that’ll exhaust you the most.”

you whined at that, but was he wrong tho?

no.

your pussy’s just used to getting taken care of, never the one chasing the love. This is most definitely something new. His fingers played with the lacing of your panties, then rubbing your clit that was poking through the thin fabric with his thumb.

“mnh..just take it off already..” your voice could bring out how desperate you are for him, and him only.

He chuckled as a response, giving your cheek a kiss while doing that. “patience miene liebe..patience.”

“don’t,” he pulled your panties off with a swift motion, “talk about patience with me when you promised to dick me down to sleep…” you almost let out a cry from how horny you were, looking him up from his chest.

‘fuck..so cute’ were the words that popped up his mind when he saw your doe eyes glistening up at him, “I promise we’ll get there, ‘kay? right now just,” he positioned the tip of his cock at your pussy’s entrance. “relax for me,” and by one small little push, his tip is inside. The rest is for you to take care of. “and ride me.”

You tried, by raising your hips a little and sinking back down feeling him inch by inch. Taking his full length. truthfully, he’s big. Your lips let out a sigh, feeling the stretch only his dick does to your cunt.

“theeree you go baby, it’s not that difficult is it? hm?” his thumb drew circles on your hip, soothing your tensed muscles. You repeat it again, but the tension on your clit just needs to be relieved, “baby..” “yes schatzi?” his nose nuzzling on the side of your face, as you close your eyes to adjust to his full length. You took his hand by gripping his wrist and slowly bringing it to your clit.

Getting the signal, bill started rubbing his thumb on it, “there..better?”

“ngh~ yeah..”

Moments later, You realised it’s better to place your hands on his chest to secure yourself while riding him, or else it’ll just be more harder.

It’s difficult, to find a rhythm between your grinds. You tried moving back and forth, didn’t work out cause it’s not hitting your little sweet spot inside you the way when you raise your hips and slam it back down.

It’s fuckin frustrating.

And Bill obviously noticed that, his poor girl trying to relieve herself on top of him. So being the best boyfriend, he must help you right? his soothing touches on your hip turn into a tight grip to help you, pulling it up and down to guide you through it.

“b-bill..”

“yes meine leibe?”

“I’m so horny…it hurts..”

“I know baby I know..”

he placed a hand behind your neck and gently pulling it down towards him so you can rest your face on his shoulder, while his other hand held your ass up, stopping your grinds in order for him to thrust upwards.

“you think I’m not horny after seeing my baby waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me to dick her down?” his lips brushing close against your ear, while whimpering softly from the sensation of you clenching around him.

“I get so,” *thrust* “hard just,” *thrust* “thinking about,” *thrust* “you..”

he ends that with a kiss on your cheek, nuzzling his nose on the side of your face, feeling you get wetter by the second he talks like that.

“fuck—“ you moaned at how he’s particularly just drilling into your pussy now, with your thighs all straddled around his.

between his fast thrusts, you can feel your pussy getting gushy and tighter. Juices are leaking, and that tight coil in your cunt getting tighter and tighter by second. You’re about to cum.

And bill surely noticed that.

“you’re enjoying this hm?” his hands staying still on your hips and ass, “but remember, you’re supposed to ride me right?” there, he stopped his thrusts dragging a long whine out of you.

“but baby-“

“no buts, you asked me to do so, I’m just following your demands leibe.”

in this moment, you wanna slap him so bad.

You were so fucking close to just cumming on him, now he stopped just from the words you told him earlier.

-

“go on schatzi, ride me.”

you look behind him with glossy eyes that’s doe-like, right now your body’s reversed. He can see the view of your back, your hair falling from your shoulder, your waistline, your ass…

“I hate you bill…”

“mnh..you know you love me.”

you tried pulling your weight up from the muscle of your knees, and sinking back down by pushing your full weight back. And eventually, it kinda works.

Up and down, up and down..bill sure is enjoying the sight right now. His girl’s pussy sucking his dick back in every time she raises her hips up, and moaning louder whenever she pushed her weight back down. “good girl..”

you can’t deny it, his dick just feels soooo good. A perfect length that just hits all the right spots when he’s all stuffed inside you, the perfect size that will massage your gummy walls so well. Even worse, the best thing to relieve your stress, best way to burn some calories…You just love his dick.

“sweetheart you’re-“ he whimpered mid sentence,

“baby pleeasss cum in me”

“yeah? you want me to put sticky loads into you?” He traced his hands on your waist, gripping it tightly. “God, baby you’re disgusting..so perverted and a whore for my dick hm? What would you do without it?”

Your brain isn’t already functioning well from how good his cock feels, and his dirty words just worsened it. You moaned, and look back at your shoulder with puppy eyes, “hngh~, you’re mean…”

“yeah and you love it.”

“baby..” your voice was so soft, and fluffing in with some moans. That’s when bill’s losing control,

He really couldn’t take it anymore, with a groan. He laid you on the bed, pushing your thighs up next to your ears, folding your ass like a pretzel. “Oh liebe…” his hands are now gripping your thighs so hard, spreading them apart further to hit deeper.

The pace he’s holding onto is crazily fast, as if he’s chasing his own climax. Your eyes are starting to cross, and you could feel all the euphoric sensations crashing in your brain, making it all mushy. “look at you baby…I’m fucking your brains out huh?”

you couldn’t give him a response but with more moans, “so mean baby…why ignore me?” he slowed down a bit, the tingly sensation in your brain backed down a little making it able to function again. “I-I’m sorry, fuck!” “do I have to keep this pace just to have your attention on me, schatz?” “mgh- no…pleasepleasepleaseee go harder..”

he kissed your cheek, “and why should I?”

“because you love me…”

by that, with a loud moan from your words hot ropes of thick liquid was filling up your vaginal cannel. “f-fuck!”

In the few seconds of him cumming in you, you did too. The tight knot in your lower stomach snapping from his hard thrusts, releasing clear liquid on his dick. “ha..that was so good..”

you felt his fingers pushed a few strands of your hair out of sweaty forehead, “sleepy now?”

“yes…definitely yes..”

[gavisuntiedboot]

Being in bed with Gavi…

Not in the sexual way - in the actual let’s go to sleep way.

Sleep was a blessing, but not one bestowed upon you very often. Whenever the sun has fully set your body wound itself up, coiled and stressed, and the later it got the more awake you felt. Physical exhaustion was never enough to get you to drift off. Your entire existence would feel heavy, like walking with bags of sand tied to both ankles. Laying in bed at night was your least favorite activity. Tossing and turning under sheets that were too hot in a room that was too cold. Melatonin was a scam. It knocked you out once and never again, and yet you still popped a gummy into your moth before getting under the covers, hoping to start associating the taste with a good night of rest. It never happened. The worst part was the way your mind would switch on every time your eyes fluttered shut. Thoughts of everything you have done - everything you should be doing - playing in rapid succession, until your chest got tight and your breathing got hard and you went back to scrolling until sleep took you for 2 or 3 hours.

Pablo was peace. His fiery nature was like his shirt: something he could strip off before getting into bed with you. From the moment he stepped through the bedroom door there was never any anger. He filled the room with a sense of calm that could never be replicated by a drug. As always he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck and just remaining there , wordless, the sound of his rhythmic breathing lulling you into relaxation. Pablo was at peace when you were in his arms. He would strip back the covers and climb into bed, always patiently waiting for you to join him. Personal space didn’t exist here - he had to have you against him, skin to skin, the physical touch reminding him that you’re there (hopefully) for good.

Everything slowed whenever you got under the covers with Pablo. Like swimming through honey. His strong arms wrapped around you, securing You, grounding you. The past and future paled in comparison to the present of Pablo’s arms, Pablo’s touch. The smell of him was addictive. Breathing him in was dangerous in the most wonderful ways, as his scent filled your lungs and traveled through you, filling every cell in your body with him. Most nights the two of you laid the same way: you sprawled across him, your head on his chest as he embraced you, pulling you closer throughout the night. The beating of Pablo’s heart and the warmth of his skin made your eyelids feel heavy. Some nights he would take your hand in his, placing it against his chest, with a reminder that you were the reason that his heart beat at all. He would run his fingers along your arm and back, the faint touches raising your skin. It was in these moments, when you were seconds from slipping out of consciousness that Pablo would look at you, sleep and adoration filling his eyes to the brim. He would stoke your hair and plant the softest of kisses in your forehead.

“Mi vida”

It was always the last thing you heard before you fell asleep. Properly asleep without waking in the middle of the night in cold tremors. Pablo would feel his heart swell, admiring your sleeping face while already missing the soft beauty of your eyes. He was the gold glimmering aura that filled your room and your soul. You cling to his chest in your sleep, fearing you’d wake up and discover that Pablo, your angel of rest, had been a figment if your imagination. But he was real. And everything be was with others - aggressive, strong, forceful - didn’t exist with you. He was gentle with you because he wanted to be. Soft whispers and loving embraces. He had everything in the world when you laid on his chest, sleeping peacefully and soundly at last. And his chest would tighten at the thought of having you there, pressed against him and at peace, for the rest of his life. And you would never know, but it was the thought of you, the weight of you against his chest, the feel of your skin against his fingertips, the smell of of your hair filling all of his senses, that helped Pablo sleep soundly through the madness. You are his peace.

A/N: every time I hear the song “touch tank” or “kiss me” I think of Gavi. I hope i dream about this. May you all get to fall asleep listening to a heart that beats only for you. Have a wonderful night/day and tysm for over 500 followers. I love you all.

[whispering-ways]

•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 1) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Shinsou wasn’t a big fan of dating apps. He wasn’t even a big fan of talking to the people around him nevertheless new people. It’s not that he didn’t like people, he liked his friends of course, it was just hard to maintain a conversation with people is all.

But seeing all the couples on campus did honestly make him feel a bit lonely, leading him to download Hinge. He honestly never took it seriously; it was fun to swipe through profiles but he never took the time to have any sort of deep conversation with anyone. That is until he saw your profile.

He’d seen you around UA a couple of times and thought you were pretty, but Hinge let him see you in a whole new light. Apparently, you really liked crocheting, which he found interesting because he always wanted to learn how to do it, but never quite found the time to actually learn. You were a huge movie buff which was yet another plus since he was too. You also seemed to be really smart; UA didn’t just choose any old student to be part of the Department of Support after all. Something about you just carried this bright aura that pulled him in. Soon enough he was liking your profile and sending you his best pickup line in hopes of talking to you more.

You’d just gotten home from a long day of tinkering with a new gadget you’d been working on recently when you saw that someone liked your Hinge profile. At first, you were going to ignore the notification; you were way too tired. But even after you took a shower, ate dinner, and took a melatonin gummy, it seemed like you’d never be able to fall asleep. So you opened up Hinge, thinking that if you were going to be up, you might as well look through some profiles.

That’s when you saw that Shinsou liked your profile. You didn’t know him too well, but you had seen him pop into the support department a couple of times. You definitely thought he was cute, but you’d never really gotten a chance to talk to him since he mostly just talked to Mei when he needed repairs. But his pick-up line?

“‘Is your name yarn? Because you’ve got me all tangled up in your stitches’?” you said with a laugh. It was for sure one of the cheesier pick-up lines you’d been told, but still pretty sweet. You thought about it for a second and then decided to reply. I mean it’s not like you were falling asleep anytime soon anyways.

Lol that’s really cheesy, but you’re in luck bc cheesy pick-up lines are my fav :)

After a few minutes, you thought you wouldn’t hear a reply back till tomorrow morning so you started scrolling through Instagram. But after looking through a couple of posts, you saw that Shinsou sent you a reply back.

Haha, well I’m glad you like it. How has your day been?

Its been a little tiring tbh, I’ve been working on this one gadget for who knows how long and I just can’t seem to get it to do what I want it to do lol. How’s yours been?

This time the reply was instantaneous.

Tiring as well. I’ve been doing nothing but training all day today. What sort of gadget are you making?

That surprised you; most people thought making gadgets was boring and didn’t want to know too much about it. But as you gave him more details about what you were building, he seemed genuinely interested. It was refreshing, to say the least. That question lead you both into talking about your careers and the passion he had to be a hero was evident. It was inspiring to see how much he cared about quirks that were looked down on in society. To you, it was certainly admirable and made you want to work harder in your own career.

Shinsou thought your dedication to the support department was amazing. It was good to talk to someone who was equally as ambitious as he was, but not actively trying to be competitive, which was a big issue between students in the hero industry. As the night carried on, the both of you kept texting about anything and everything.

There was just something so comforting and natural when talking to you. It was just simple. Before you two knew it, it was 4 am and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d felt yourself drifting off a couple of hours ago, but the conversation was just too good for you to end it then. You and Shinsou said goodnight and you hoped that this wasn’t the end of the both of you talking.

When you woke up the next morning after talking to him, you were greeted with a text from Shinsou which immediately put a smile on your face.

Good morning. I hope you have a nice and hopefully less tiring day :)

It was simple, but sweet and lead you both to continue talking throughout the rest of the day. It had been now about three days since your initial conversation and you both had been texting the entire time. Getting texts from Shinsou had now become one of the most delightful parts of the day. Whenever you saw a notification from him, you felt a wave of giddiness flood through you.

Shinsou, although he didn’t want to admit it, also found himself grinning at your daily texts. Every time he heard the chime of his notifications, he secretly hoped it was you texting him back. And while he knew he shouldn’t be so quick to answer, he couldn’t help texting you back instantaneously. You were one of the only people he enjoyed talking to after all.

It took a lot of courage out of him, but after an hour of hyping himself up and drafting out the text in his mind, Shinsou finally asked you out on a date.

Would you happen to be free this weekend? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I’d like to take you out on a date if that’s okay with you.

When you saw that text, you squealed and threw your phone on your bed in excitement. After a moment, you realized that you’d actually need to settle yourself and reply to him.

I’d love that! Are you free on Saturday around 11am?

Shinsou’s nerves instantly settled; he was absolutely elated reading your last text. He took a minute or two to think of some places he thought you’d enjoy and then sent his reply.

Yeah, that works for me :) there’s a cat cafe nearby UA, would you like to go there?

That sounds lovely! I love cats, so thats acc perfect!

Great! I’m a big cat fan myself. I guess its a date then ♡

Soon after you two had set up your date, you both said your goodnights. But you were far too excited to fall asleep any time soon. You were already laying in bed, planning your outfit, and thinking about how you wanted to do your makeup even though the date was two days away

. A couple of blocks away, Shinsou was thinking about the date too. The more he'd talked to you, the more he truly felt this connection with you. It just felt like kismet. All he was hoping for now is that you weren't any different in person.

You spent most of the night thinking of different scenarios of how you thought the date would go in hopes of calming you down enough to fall asleep. However, it did the exact opposite, the lovely thoughts keeping you awake. After a while though (and with the help of a melatonin gummy), you were able to fall asleep and you dreamt of your date the whole night.

[minthandsoap]

꧁•⊹٭𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎٭⊹•꧂

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫!

𝐜𝐰: 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝟧.𝟪𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

The clock hadn't even chimed 5:00 AM when Jordan tiptoed into Marie's room, the only light a soft orange glow of a picture of the two of them emanating from their phone. He watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully, a small smile playing on her lips. It was a smile he always tried to protect, to keep on her. Today, they'd do just that, in the most romantic way they could imagine. It took them knocking back six melatonin gummies and ten alarms to make sure they got up this early morning, but it would be so worth it.

Leaning closer, he whispered, "Marieeee,”  lightly tapping the side of his girlfriend’s face with their hand. “Wake up!” 

Marie stirred, mumbling under her breath before turning away, back facing them. 

Jordan knelt beside Marie's bed, their voice barely above a hushed whisper. "Marie, baby? Time to rise and fucking shine." They peeked over at Emma's bed, ensuring the roommate slumbered peacefully. Marie stirred but remained hidden deep beneath the covers. "Get up, we got shit to do," Jordan teased, a playful lilt in their voice.

They sighed, rolling their eyes a bit, a little annoyed that Marie still wasn’t getting up. Jordan stood up, stretching, their back popping with an audible crack.

Another sigh left Jordan's lips. Okay, new strategy. They cracked their knuckles, enjoying the audible ‘pop’ sound they made before winding their arm back and delivering a swift smack to Marie’s ass, not letting go before they (gently) twisted it.

Her eyes sprung open, back immediately arched as she automatically grabbed her butt in shock. It took her a couple of blinks from her eyes before she recognized the standing form over her to be her themfriend. 

“What the actual fuck Jordan?” she groaned, flipping them off as they laughed on about ‘the good ol’ grip and twist’ or whatever that fucking meant. “I should kill you.”

"If you do that, you won't get the gifts I got you." With a dramatic flourish, they brought out a large brown teddy bear from behind their back (where they were hiding that, who knows? Venus did not feel like detailing). In its fluffy paws, it clutched an envelope adorned with a simple inscription: "I love you."

"Happy Valentine's Day, part two, baby," Jordan murmured, shaking the bear playfully in front of Marie's face.

A surprised laugh escaped Marie's lips, instantly muffled by a hand clamped over her mouth. They both glanced nervously towards Emma's bed, ensuring the roommate slumbered peacefully.

Marie giggled, a bright smile. "It's so cute!" she exclaimed, perhaps a little louder than intended. Their eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between them – quiet laughter filled the small space.

Pulling the bear close, she whispered, "Thank you, Jordan. It's perfect."

Curiosity danced in Jordan's eyes. "Open the envelope," they urged, excitement bubbling under their calm exterior. As Marie unfolded the crisp paper, a mischievous smile replaced their seriousness. They shifted as they climbed her bed, settling comfortably next to their girlfriend as they watched with a small smile as Marie opened the envelope.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she exclaimed, a giggle leaving her lips happily. Jordan had discovered early on in their relationship that Marie wasn't a fan of candy and chocolate– really any sweets in general. When it came to fucking KitKats though? Jordan was often left unsure which she loved more – them or fucking KitKats. 

"How did you fit so much chocolate in here?" Marie chuckled, carefully tipping the envelope onto the bed. The mini KitKats tumbled out, forming a miniature avalanche of chocolate heaven. She counted quickly, a grin spreading across her face. "There's gotta be at least 50 Jor."

“44. I ate some as I was packing them,” they shrugged nonchalantly. "Now come on," Jordan urged, already hopping out of bed. "We gotta go before the sun rises."

"Go where?" Marie asked, already munching on a second KitKat. "Is this not the surprise?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, finishing the chocolate and reaching for another.

Jordan's face fell for a quick second. "No? Of course not!" they stammered, regaining their composure quickly. "Come on, dress warmly. Hurry up." They tossed a hoodie towards her from the closet.

"Shower first?" Marie yawned, walking over to pick up her towel and shower bag. "Wake myself up?

Jordan's lips twitched.  “Yeah sure, just hurry up,” they lightly tapped their feet, a bit impatiently.

“Oh? Thought you’d want to join me?” Marie smiled over at them as she walked out the dorm.

Jordan blinked a bit, before quickly rushing after her. They wouldn’t mind another shower.

Marie's hand slipped into Jordan's as they walked towards the parked car, their steps light in the pre-dawn silence. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and damp earth, and the first blush of pink was just beginning to tinge the eastern horizon.

Jordan's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They had "borrowed" their dad's prized possession, a gleaming 1974 Jaguar E-Type, for this date. Their parents were out of town for the weekend, presenting the perfect opportunity to “borrow” the car. They’d probably get caught but it was worth it.

As they drew closer, the sleek lines of the car and the low growl of its engine sent a shiver down Marie's spine. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Jordan," she breathed, "holy shit?! Who’d you steal this from?!"

Jordan winked. "My dad. Try not to get any scratches on it" they replied, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish. The plush red leather interior welcomed them like a warm embrace, contrasting the cool night air.

The cool leather of the car enveloped them as they slid into it. Jordan settled into the driver's seat, their fingers instinctively finding the familiar contours of the smooth gear shift. A playful smile tugged at the corners of their mouth as they leaned closer to Marie, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek.

"Buckle up, princess," they whispered, their voice barely above a murmur. The words sent a shiver down Marie's spine, a delightful counterpoint to the goosebumps raised by the early morning chill. With a flick of their wrist, Jordan brought the top down, and the car was suddenly bathed in the soft glow of the sky.

As they pulled away from the dorm parking lot, the asphalt shimmered with the light of the car’s headlights. Headlights from oncoming cars sped through the darkness, and the city buildings around them loomed over them.

"Our ETA is about 40 minutes, give or take, shouldn’t have any traffic," Jordan said, her voice barely above a whisper as she navigated the quiet streets. "So just relax and enjoy the ride."

Marie leaned back in the plush leather seat, the warmth of the car engine slowly chasing away the early morning chill. Her gaze drifted between the city lights fading one by one and the vast expanse of the dark sky, where stars still sprinkled the sky and the moon shone bright.

A comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft sound of wind against the open windows. The air carried the faint scent of coffee from the picnic basket nestled in their trunk.

After a few moments, Marie's voice broke the quiet. "Can I drive on the way back?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she ran her hands over the interior of the car.

Jordan chuckled, a warm sound that echoed through the car. "Absolutely fucking not," they responded, their gaze fixed on the winding road ahead.

"Come on, Jordan," Marie sighed, her voice tinged with mock irritation. "You’ve been teaching me to drive for like what, four months now? I’ve gotten much better, you said so yourself.”

Jordan glanced at her with a small smile. "True, but until you’ve learned to not hit a curb when making a right turn, your hands will never meet this steering wheel," they teased, recalling back to the last time they let Marie drive their car. Luckily for them, the scratches weren’t too expensive to fix. "This beauty deserves a skilled hand on the wheel," they smiled, ignoring the whack Marie gave them at their comment.

“I’ll let you drive my car again,” they added when they could feel their girlfriend pouting in their direction. 

"Deal," Marie quickly agreed. “No fucking take backs, you offered,” she grinned at them happily, bouncing around a bit in her seat. 

As they drove deeper into the city, the buildings grew taller and closer, their glass catching the first hints of dawn. The air vibrated with a particular energy, a quiet hum of anticipation flowed between the couple.

Finally, they reached their destination – a secluded hilltop overlooking the city. Pulling over with a gentle turn, Jordan turned off the engine. The silence that followed was calm, broken only by the chirping of birds and the distant rumble of the waking city below.

The dawn chorus swelled as they exited the car, the air cool but thick with the promise of warmth. Marie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in awe.

"Wow," she breathed, her eyes wide as they tracked the fiery orange bleeding into the purple canvas of the sky. "This is... beautiful. So worth waking up early for."

She walked towards Jordan, the rising sun illuminating the soft contours of their face. They stood bathed in the pre-dawn glow, two figures silhouetted against the breathtaking backdrop. Marie pulled them into a close hug, the warmth of their embrace grounding her in the moment.

"How did you find this place?" she asked, her voice hushed.

Jordan chuckled, their eyes twinkling and a small smile dawning on their face. "I was just exploring this side of the city one day, stumbled on it. Figured it might be the perfect spot for our date."

A pout formed on Marie's lips. "Perfect spot? Perfect spot for a first date?"

Jordan squeezed her tighter, their eyes holding a teasing look. "Maybe," they admitted with a grin. "To be honest, did bring someone here like two-three years ago."

Marie feigned mock outrage. "Other people? Wow, Jordan, talk about romantic."

Jordan rolled their eyes playfully. "Oh, plenty of people," they teased, reaching around to grab a picnic basket from the back of the car. "Sometimes even multiple at the same time." they gasped sarcastically.

Before Marie could retaliate, Jordan leaned in, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss that chased away the chill of the morning air.

"I’m kidding," they said, pulling away with a smile, shifting into their female form. "Let's eat I’m fucking hungry."

Marie followed them, muttering a playful "shut up" under her breath. Jordan had already spread out a blanket on the ground, transforming the hilltop into an intimate outdoor breakfast. As they settled down, Jordan began unpacking the basket. There were two sandwiches, each made on flaky croissants, and an array of fruits – including, of course, pineapple, Marie's absolute favorite. Two steaming mugs of coffee, now more lukewarm but it’s fucking whatever. 

Sunlight poured over them, warming their faces and bathing the food in a golden glow. As they ate, sharing bites and laughter, they watched the sky transform, the orange deepening to fiery reds and pinks, then melting into a soft, ethereal lavender. The city below them slowly awoke, its lights blinking out one by one like fireflies in the night.

Jordan paused mid-sandwich, a playful glint in their eyes.  “Just letting you know,” she started, voice laced with humor,  “I bought this food and am willing to admit it unlike a certain someone…” she trailed off, her gaze shifting pointedly towards Marie.

Marie, feigning innocence, pretended to be engrossed in her pineapple slices. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," she huffed, clearing her throat nervously. 

“The pancakes you ‘made me’,” Jordan chuckled, putting air quotes around the words. “So good by the way, it tasted like the IHOP pancakes we had just last week.”  

“How’d you know,” Marie smiled sheepishly at them. 

"One," Jordan held up a finger, “I know you can’t cook for shit. Two," another finger joined the first, “Saw the IHOP bag in the trash in your dorm when I was on your scavenger hunt.” 

“Let’s just pretend I made them, hm?” Marie smiled, leaning her body against theirs.

“Sure,” Jordan responded simply, offering her a bite of their sandwich. As they settled back against the blanket, sharing food and laughter, a comfortable silence fell. The warmth of the sun kissed their faces, prompting Jordan to capture the moment with their phone. Stolen kisses, quiet conversations, and the simple joy of each other's presence filled the air. Each glance at Marie sent a warm tremor through Jordan's heart. She looked effortlessly beautiful, even in her casual God U hoodie, the morning light highlighting the soft strands of her locs. Unable to resist, Jordan captured a few candid photos, her sleeping form nestled soundly on their shoulder. Jordan loved this, the moment, the food, her. God they loved her. 

With a gentle nudge, Jordan detangled themself, careful not to disturb Marie's peaceful slumber. A small grin spread across their face as they reached into the car trunk, getting their hidden present – a small, velvet box wrapped in a beautiful ribbon.

“Jordan?” She turned, eyes widening in curiosity. "Something wrong?" she asked, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” Jordan asked, walking closer. They kept the box hidden, adding to the intrigue.

“Nah, ‘wasn’t really asleep. Whatcha got back there,” she strained her neck to see what was hidden behind their back. 

Jordan chuckled, kneeling down in front of her. "Just another little something I thought you might like," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marie mirrored their movements, shifting onto her knees to meet their gaze. "Another gift, huh?" she raised an eyebrow playfully. "Are you trying to spoil me, Jordan?"

Panic momentarily seized Jordan as they watched Marie reach for the smaller, already unwrapped gift. "Wait, shit, hold on!" they blurted, scrambling towards the car trunk with a haste that almost sent them stumbling. A silent chuckle escaped their lips as they unearthed the bigger, forgotten present.

Returning with a sheepish grin, they held out the wrapped package. "Okay, this time for sure. Open this first."

As Marie peeled away the paper, their explanation unfolded. "It's a skateboard," they announced, watching her eyes widen with surprise and delight. "No more stealing mine, whenever you wanna practice.”

Their words were barely out before a delighted laugh filled the air. Marie flipped the board over, revealing a bold black inscription on the underside: "I love Jordan."

She burst into another peal of laughter, throwing her head back and shaking it playfully. "Well, I do love you, Jordan," she admitted, leaning forward to plant a wet, affectionate kiss on their cheek.

Taking Marie's hands in theirs, they held out the smaller box they'd almost forgotten. "And," they said, their voice filled with anticipation. "I got you this."

Marie’s eyes widened as she carefully unwrapped the small box, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside, nestled on velvet, lay two rings. They were unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The inner circle, forged from a dark, meteorite material, held a mesmerizing depth. Surrounding it was a band of black tungsten, sleek and modern, grounding the otherworldly center.

"Jordan..." she gasped, her voice choked with emotion. "Is this a...?"

Jordan chuckled nervously, their gaze flickering away for a moment. "No, no, it's not that," they rushed to assure her. They are both way too young to get married. They moved around a bit, shifting to their male form, feeling extremely vulnerable.  "I just... for weeks, I've been trying to find the perfect thing for you, something special. But everything seemed too fucking generic, too impersonal." He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Then I remembered that time you wore my ring and didn’t give it back until a week later. Anyways, the next day, I saw these and... well, here we are."

With a hand still shaking slightly, Jordan lifted one of the rings. "It's a promise ring. Matching ones, actually. I know, I know fucking corny," they continued, the nervousness creeping back into their voice, "and there's no guarantee what the future holds, whether we'll be together forever, even friends. But..." they closed their eyes for a beat, then opened them to meet Marie's tear-filled gaze.

"You make me a better person, Marie. You're my anchor, the one who puts up with my shit and loves me even when I'm... well, me. The thought of a world without you, without Marie Moreau in it... it's fucking terrifying. You mean everything to me, baby, and..." they stammered, suddenly flustered. "What I'm trying to say is..."

Before they could complete their jumbled thoughts, Marie reached out, her fingertips gently brushing the sides of their face. The touch silenced them, conveying a thousand unspoken words more eloquently than any speech. She leaned in, their kiss soft and full of unspoken promises.

Pulling away, she smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "This is perfect, Jordan. You are perfect."

Relief washed over Jordan's face. "Thank fuck," they laughed, a nervous edge still lingering in their voice. “Cause I can’t return these,” they laughed, slipping the ring on Marie’s finger. 

Marie took a picture of their hands after Jordan put on their own, sending it to Emma saying something along the lines of “she’s gonna fucking freak.”

"This has been..." she began sliding into his lap, her voice soft and laced with contentment, "a perfect start to Valentine's Day. Part two," she added, wrapping her arms around him with a playful wink.

Jordan's heart skipped a beat. They leaned up, fingers tracing the soft curve of Marie's jaw before cupping her face. Their eyes locked, unspoken emotions swirling within them. Then, gently, their lips met. The kiss was slow, tender, at first before the intensity grew like a rising tide. Marie's hands entwined in Jordan's hair, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved in perfect synchrony, intoxicating each other with a passion that had been brewing beneath the surface for far too long.

Their hands roamed freely, exploring familiar territory while discovering new sensations. Jordan's fingers traced delicate patterns along Marie's back, sending shivers down her spine. Marie's hands tangled in Jordan's hair, pulling them closer as if trying to merge their very souls together.

Jordan's hands slipped underneath Marie's hoodie, their touch sending a surge of electricity through Marie's body. She gasped into the kiss, her breath mingling with Jordan's as their tongues danced in a fiery embrace. They slid their hands up Marie's back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the blanket. Marie gasped against their mouth, surrendering herself completely to the passion that enveloped them. 

With a sudden urgency, Jordan gently pushed Marie back onto the picnic blanket, their lips never parting. Their bodies were meshed together of need and longing, each touch fueling the want that consumed them. 

Marie moaned softly as Jordan's lips trailed down her neck, their teeth gently grazing her delicate skin. Jordan's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body, sending ripples of pleasure racing through Marie's veins. They shifted into their female form, hastily removing Marie's sweater in the process. Their eyes met again, before Jordan dipped their head, taking Marie's left nipple into their mouth. 

Marie's back to arch off the blanket. She cried out, her nails digging into Jordan's back as their lips continued to move in perfect harmony. Jordan's fingers teased and pinched Marie's other nipple, creating waves of pleasure that washed over her. 

Jordan couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight and feel of Marie beneath her. Her heart raced, and her breath quickened as she continued her exploration of Marie's body, mapping every inch with tender kisses and skilled touches.

As Jordan suckled Marie's nipple, they slid a hand down Marie's stomach into her pants.  Their fingers met the moist and eager folds of her pussy, teasing and probing, sending Marie into a frenzy of desire.

Her hips bucked beneath Jordan's touch, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasures intensified. "Jor-dan," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..."

Jordan chuckled softly, their lips leaving Marie's nipple to trail down her chest, over her stomach, and finally, to the juncture of her thighs, slowly pulling her pants down her legs, and leaving them tangled on the blanket beside them. Jordan's breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel their eyes on her most intimate part. A shiver ran through her as Jordan's fingers traced lightly over her folds, making her moan softly.

"Please, Jordan, I need you," Marie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Jordan chuckled softly, their lips brushing against her clit in slow, teasing circles. Marie's hips bucked beneath them, her body arching off the blanket in search of more.

Jordan's fingers slid inside her, their movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good," Jordan whispered against her skin, their breath hot and sweet against her thighs.

Marie gasped at the sensation, her body responding to the gentle invasion with a rush of pressure and desire. They thrust their fingers in and out, their rhythm picking up pace until her hips were bucking wildly against their hand.

"Oh my god..." she pleaded, her voice breaking with need. Jordan's fingers moved in sync with their mouth, their lips and tongue exploring her most sensitive spots. Marie felt like she was on fire, her entire body alive with the sensation of Jordan's touch.

"Fuck," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Jordan chuckled softly, their breath warm against her skin as they eagerly went back to eating her out, their tongue darting and flicking against her clit. Marie's body shook with pleasure, each touch sending shivers through her. Her hips bucked wildly, driving herself closer and closer to the edge.

Jordan groaned at the feel of Marie's hands tugging their hair, happily lapping out the juices that left Marie's cunt. They removed their fingers from her, both hands moving to spread Marie's thighs further apart. 

With their face now firmly planted between Marie's legs, Jordan's tongue probed deeper, their lips sealing around her swollen clit. They suckled hard, their tongue flicking back and forth, and Marie arched her back, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her orgasm seemed to climb slowly, building and building until it finally reached its peak. Her body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy as her juices flowed freely, coating Jordan's face. She cried out Jordan's name, her voice echoing through the quiet morning as she rode out the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

As she panted, trying to catch her breath, Jordan slowly pulled away from her, crawling up Marie's body until their faces were inches apart. Their eyes met in lustful appreciation, the euphoria of the moment written clearly in their gazes. 

Their lips met once more, tongues tangling in a passionate kiss that mirrored the one before. Jordan's hands roamed over Marie's body, tracing the lines of her beauty, and Marie felt as if she were glowing from the inside out.

Their hearts pounded in sync, their breathing becoming heavier as desire took over. Jordan's hand now found its way back to Marie's sex, her fingers slipping between her folds, finding her clit once more. Marie moaned softly into the kiss, her hips bucking involuntarily against Jordan's touch. 

Marie hastily took off Jordan’s sweater, wanting to feel her chest against her own as she continued fingering her. Their hands intertwined, pulling them closer, and Jordan's fingers became more skilled, moving with precision, caressing every part of Marie's most sensitive spots. Marie's mind was a blur of lust and pleasure, each touch from Jordan sending her higher and higher, until she could feel the edge of her second orgasm approaching.

As she panted, her breaths becoming shallow and fast, Jordan moved their lips from hers to whisper in her ear, "I want you, Marie. I want you so much."

Marie couldn't even respond, all she could do was nod in agreement, her entire body trembling with anticipation. Jordan's hands worked furiously between her legs, their fingers dipping in and out of her. Their chests rose and fell together, and Marie leaned up to kiss them softly once more, her lips brushing against their ear. "I need to feel you Jordan," she whined, tugging at the waist of their jeans.

Jordan grinned, their heart racing just as much as Marie's. They removed their hand from between Marie's legs and reached down to pull off their jeans along with their underwear, kicking them to the side. 

Marie reached a hand up, hands dipping easily into Jordan's pussy. She felt the dampness and warmth, her fingers sinking in deep. Jordan's hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping their lips. 

"Shit," she mumbled underneath her breath before removing Marie's fingers from her. They lined their own pussy over Marie's own dripping one, leaning down their lips met again for a brief moment as they locked eyes again. Jordan slowly began to grind against Marie, her hips moving in a rhythm that was equal parts need and desire. Marie's fingers dug into Jordan's back, her nails leaving small marks.

As their bodies moved together, Jordan's hands roamed Marie's body, caressing every inch of her skin. Their fingers traced the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate line of her collarbone.

Marie bit her lip, her nails digging into Jordan's back as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their eyes never leaving each other's. "Fuck, Jordan... you feel so good..." Marie moaned, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Jordan's head fell back, teeth grazing her neck as they picked up the pace, their hips shifting back and forth in a slow, sensual dance. Their breaths were ragged, their hearts pounding in rhythm with the thrusts. 

Jordan's hips continued to grind against Marie, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing moment. Their breaths were now ragged and shallow, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together.

Marie's hands roamed down Jordan's back, gripping their ass, pulling them closer. She wanted to feel every inch of Jordan's body against her own. Jordan's fingers intertwined with Marie's, their hands guiding each other's movements.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. Jordan's hands slipped from Marie's body, one moving to cup her face, the other sliding between them, teasing her entrance. Marie whimpered softly, her hips bucking against Jordan's hand.

Marie's fingers tightened in Jordan's back, her body arching to meet theirs with every thrust. "I love you..." she moaned, her voice full of longing and passion.

Jordan grinned, their eyes fluttering shut as they continued to grind against Marie. Their hips picked up pace, their movements becoming more urgent as their desire grew. The sensation of their bodies pressed together was intoxicating, and they couldn't help but let out a low groan, their hips bucking wildly against Marie. "Fuck I'm gonna cum,"  they panted, their eyes meeting once again as they rode the edge of their desire.

Marie felt the same feeling rising within her, her body trembling with every thrust. She wrapped her arms around Jordan's neck, pulling them closer to her, their bodies melding together perfectly. Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a passionate exchange that mirrored the one before.

Jordan's hands slid down Marie's back, gripping her hips tightly as they began to move faster, their bodies slamming together with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm. "Oh my God," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. Jordan's eyes fluttered shut once again as they continued to grind against Marie, their hips moving in perfect sync. Their mouths met once more, their tongues darting and flicking, their bodies moving in together.

She let out a ragged moan, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. "Jordan... shit," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. 

Jordan's eyes glistened with lust, their hips moving raggedly with her own. They leaned down, their lips brushed against Marie's ear, their breath hot and heavy. "Cum for me, Marie."

Their words were like a trigger, and Marie felt herself tipping over the edge. Her hips bucked wildly, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy. She screamed Jordan's name, her orgasm building and building until it finally reached its peak.

As her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Jordan continued rocking their hips against Marie, reaching their own orgasm.

Their eyes locked, each feeling the intensity of the other's orgasm, and they both let out a low, guttural groan, their bodies quaking together in the aftermath. As they caught their breath, Jordan slowly pulled away shifting into their male form, their chests rising and falling in sync.

They rolled off Marie, sitting next to her and patted their lap. "Want you on top of me," he groaned, gesturing to his hard dick.

Marie nodded, her eyes glazed with desire, she stroked Jordan's chest, tracing the lines of his body. She slowly rose up, her hands gripping their shoulders as she positioned herself. Jordan reached up, guiding her hips, their fingers brushing against her sex, making her moan softly.

As they locked eyes, Marie slowly lowered herself onto Jordan's hard cock, feeling the warmth and thickness of it as it filled her up. She let out a small whimper as it stretched her, her hips adjusting to the sensation. Their lips met once more, their kiss deep and full of passion.

Jordan's hands gripped Marie's hips, guiding her every movement as she began to ride him. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their hips slamming together with each thrust.

Marie leaned forward, her hands gripping Jordan's shoulders, her head falling back as she let out a low moan. She could feel Jordan's fingers digging into her hips, their breath hot against her skin.

Their kiss broke as Marie's hips picked up pace, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck Jordan," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. 

Jordan grinned, forcing their eyes open as they continued to thrust upwards, meeting each of Marie's movements. Their breath was ragged, their hearts pounding in rhythm with the thrusts.

The sensation of Marie's body enveloping them was overwhelming, and every sensation Jordan felt was so fucking potent.

"Oh God," Marie moaned, her body arching to meet Jordan's every thrust. She could feel her own orgasm building again, her hips moving in a wild dance of passion and desire.

Marie's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Jordan's fingers caressing her breasts, her body trembling with each thrust. "Oh God," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Jordan's lips moved to her neck, their teeth grazing her skin as they whispered, "You feel so good, Marie."

Their hips continued to move in perfect synchrony, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. As their orgasm inched closer, Jordan's hands shifted, gripping Marie's hips tightly.

Marie's eyes met Jordan's, their hearts racing in tandem as they bore into each other's eyes, their bodies slamming together. Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with every thrust. 

‘Fuck, I'm gonna cum’ they thought before quickly flipping them over, Marie now on her back and them on top. Jordan's thrusts grew more intense with their new position, their hips slamming into Marie's with a feverish intensity. She screamed out Jordan's name, her nails digging into their shoulders, her body arching up to meet their every thrust.

Jordan's breaths grew shorter and heavier, their eyes locked with Marie's as their bodies shook in pleasure, necklace moving with each thrust. They grabbed both of her legs, placing them on either side of their shoulders. 

Raising their hips, they plunged deep into Marie, feeling the delicious tightness of her body around them. Her moans echoed in their ear, driving them wild with desire. Their cock throbbed with need, yearning for release.

His hands gripped Marie's thighs, pulling her closer, his hips never stopping his rhythm. The passion between them was palpable, fucking electric.

"Y-yes, Jordan," Marie begged, her voice a pleading whisper. Her nails dug into their back.

Jordan's hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, their breaths ragged and uneven. They could feel their own orgasm building, the sensation of Marie's body surrounding them overwhelming.

"Oh fuck" he panted, his voice full of emotion. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as they moved in perfect sync. Jordan's hips picked up pace, movements becoming more urgent as their orgasm grew closer.

Their moans filled the air as they rode the edge of their desire, their bodies trembling. Jordan's eyes fluttered shut, their body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. They knew they were close as well, their hips slamming into Marie with an almost animalistic ferocity. Their breaths grew ragged, their heartbeat matching the rhythm of their thrusts. Jordan's lips moved to her neck, their teeth grazing her skin as they whispered, "You feel so good, Marie."

Their hips continued to move in perfect synchrony, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. As their orgasm inched closer, Jordan's hands shifted, gripping Marie's hips tightly.

Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with every thrust. "Oh Jordan," she whimpered, her voice mingling with their own ragged breathing. They both reached the edge, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their release. Moans filling the cool air.Their hips bucked wildly, their bodies trembling with wave after wave of ecstasy. They felt themselves reaching the peak of their orgasm, the pleasure building and building until it finally released them from its grip, cumming hard inside Marie's pussy.

Slowly, Jordan pulled out of Marie, their cock glistening with the evidence of their lovemaking. Marie's skin was flushed, her hair a mess of tangled strands. They both lay there, panting and gasping for air, their bodies still connected on a deeper level. 

After a moment, Jordan gently caressed Marie's cheek, their fingers tracing her features. "I love you," they said, their voice raw with emotion.

Marie smiled, her eyes shining with love and contentment. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice just as hoarse as Jordan's.

They lay there for a moment longer, basking in the silence before Jordan spoke up.

"My balls are cold."

"Ruined the moment."

Woooo, I had a time last night! That's why this didn't come yesterday. Also haven't been on Tumblr all day so I didn't notice this hadn't posted?? What's the point of scheduling a post if it doesn't post....

but it is here now.

Happy Valentines Day!

[strebcr]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ -Marco if ya want to @thescarecrowmailmanalt

"Unfortunately, it's the usual nightmares. It is what it is, and on nights like this the best thing I can do is ride it out until I get tired again." Streber sighed as he was making himself some tea and honey, and getting his melatonin gummies ready.

'It is what it is' felt like waaaay too much of an over simplification of what those nightmares felt like. That was the best he could describe it. While they were getting much less frequent then they used to, every now and then they'd pop up their ugly head. At least he didn't wake up shaking, screaming, and crying this time, that's progress right? As Sterber's therapist and support groups have told him, he was gonna have good days and bad days. That's normal with recovery, tonight just happened to be a bad night. He just hated that Marco had to see him during a bad night.