#too sleepy to write a good post forgive me

[trashlie]

GOD today's Love and Deepspace update has me ON MY KNEES i am alkfjalfjkalfkjakfkjafkafjka LISTEN I read Xavier's third anecdote BEFORE I HAD AN 11 A.M. MEETING I HAD TO STOP MY CRYING AND TRY TO MAKE MYSELF SOUND LIKE I TOTALLY HADN'T JUST SPENT 10 MINUTES CRYING not my finest hour but I never said I make wise choices LMAO ajkfjkafjkafkafjkkajf I'm going to put all my incoherent spoilery thoughts under the cut but god I just have to say that yes, it's confirmed, I think Xavier really is my favorite, in the "I love them all so much and I want to gobble up this story and I need all of the lore but I will go for him above all others" kind of way LMAO like alkfjakjfjaf Xavier and MC just hit all my catnip boxes okay?

You can't fight your true nature lol

As a loyal Kiro fan I knew I would lean Xavier but I really wanted to give myself the benefit of the doubt and pretend I might make a different choice for once lol

Spoilers for chapter 8, as well as Rafayel and Xavier's third anecdotes let's goooooooooooo (and once again touching on Xavier's myth)

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I'M SO TENDER AND HEARTACHEY ;~;

Something I continue to love about LADS is that the LIs give MC so much agency. I firmly believe with certainty that Rafayel is not betraying MC; after all, they've already talked about needing bait for a big fish, so even IF there's a chance this part isn't planned, I believe he knows that she is capable of getting herself out of this situation, that she will handle what's being thrown at her. "Do you really think they can handle the prey I caught?" Rafayel, like Xavier, and I'm sure like Zayne, knows she's capable of handling herself, and I love this aspect so much! Babying MCs gets soooo boring.

In fact, the thing about Rafayel is despite the fact that she seems to have forgotten (in his eyes) about the promise they made, he has so much faith in her. That's half his problem, really; if he could let go, maybe he wouldn't be so hurt and hung up, but he just has so much faith in her, in her capabilities, in what she can pull off. Papergames' writing is so clever here, leaving us off in chapter 7 with that moment of hesitation, where it appears like he almost leaves at the bottom of the ocean (and probably strongly considers it!) prior to getting her to safety and then taking on the Wanderer, only to turn around and make it look like he's lured her into a trap - but he and MC have talked about this! This is what she wants! Even if he DOES have ulterior motives, I still don't believe this is an act of betrayal - MC is going to do whatever she can to enter the N109 Zone, better it be this way than another.

These are not games where we can just look at the surface and call it what it looks like. And MC is not so naive. Again, she knows what she has to do to get in, and she's partaking in it. And Rafayel knows she won't make it easy for anyone in there.

I'm sure if it were up to him or Xavier, she wouldn't be entering such a dangerous place, but it's not up to them. They aren't her handlers, so they trust her to take care of herself, and it's so refreshing to see.

I think, too, Rafayel is doing exactly what Xavier told MC to do. He, too, has a role to play in his quest for revenge, in his relationship with this organization. He can't show his weakness, he can't show his fears. He can only trust that MC knows what she's doing and that she will take care of herself and has a way out, that if things go south, she'll get out of there (and maybe try to find a way to help her if he can lol).

I think some people look at characters like Rafayel and Xavier and only see what's on the very surface: a needy, clingy, drama queen; and a stoic, calm man. But why do you think they have bounties on their heads like that? And such large ones, at that? $100,000,000 for Xavier!!!!!! Rafayel is as cunning and clever as he is sassy and dramatic, as ruthless and cold as he is sensitive and emotional (in fact, that is likely why he is so ruthless and cold, someone so sensitive is so hurt by what has happened to his people, to his family, to the hurt and betrayals he has experienced). They're so much more than what you see on the surface, so full of depth and nuance and GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Like I said before, I don't love Rafayel in spite of the resentment, I love him for it.

And Xavier, my GOD ;______; This chapter was such a feast for the Xavier fans lol His third anecdote BROKE me, just absolutely devastated me. That must have been the very first "version" of MC, the first time they ever met, the first time he fell for her, and it's so easy to see why he did - how she just saw him for him, how she helped buy him those pockets of freedom, the curiosity she took in him that enabled to help him. His desperation to help her, but coming back too late ;_____; THE AGONYYYYYYYYYY THE DEVASTATION ;_____; Losing her for the first time, AS SHE DIED IN HIS ARMS HELLO?! The reassurance she'll meet him again in her next life, that no matter how many times it takes, no matter where she is, he'll find her ;__________;

The certainty that he's the same Xavier from the myths, because she is the one who gave him the star charm, the one MC of the myth is so jealous of LMAO that he has lost her before and here he is, having finally found her, and having to assist her in preparation for such a dangerous mission. And again, I just love the agency - that he doesn't talk her out of it. Instead, he prepares her. Gives her everything she needs to go best protect herself and go in with a fighting's chance.

Even though there's a chance he could lose her again, that unwavering faith. ;~;

Something I especially loved about this was the inclusion of Jeremiah, because as @poisonheart pointed out, Jeremiah is the one who has seen both MC and Xavier without the other, knows what they mean to each other, and the significance of now, of a reunion, even if she doesn't know it's a reunion. And not just for Xavier, but for himself! She was his friend, too! Xavier isn't the only one who lost her. I still don't know what happened to her, but he lost her, too. "Were you able to stay calm when you saw her for the first time?" Because he probably struggled to do so! He even slipped up, telling her he didn't think he'd ever get a chance to help her.

It's such a momentous moment and she doesn't even know because they have these memories of a version of herself she doesn't know, a version of herself she knows nothing of ;~; And it breaks my heart.

There's something so understated about Xavier's "stoicism" - everything he has to mask, the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years that he's spent quelling feelings. That he carries these memories and feelings that have never gone out, for someone who has had to get to know him all over again. Isn't that agonizing to think about? Meeting someone who you have an entire history with, so many memories of, but has no recollection, no knowledge of you? Meeting her again and waiting for feelings to blossom again - hoping they will because what if this is the time it doesn't happen what if this version of her never does - like WHAT IS THAT LIKE having to keep yourself at bay holding back your own feelings ;______;

MY AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

And more than that it's like.... Jeremiah even mentioned the non interference rule and it certainly seems like Xavier maybe attempted it but.... how do you maintain that, how do you NOT interfere, when the person you've been searching for is right there, when something so awful has happened to her, when so many eyes are on her, when she's in such danger?

I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEEEEELIIIIIIINGGGSSSS ABOUT THEEEEEEMMMMMM ;________;

[milksuu]

can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c

Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.

❥ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader ❥ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS

When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.

'Are...are you sure?'

At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'

To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.

It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.

He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'—especially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.

When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.

As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)

Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not one—but two—surprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ EZREAL

When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.

"No way—No way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"

Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.

Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.

Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)

When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"

Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)

When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ KAYN

When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.

"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about we—you know—to celebrate?"

Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented life—with you.

To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.

Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.

When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.

You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)

Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."

[kaminocasey]

Oh my, your post about Tech's soft voice got me swooning! (It's true though, he has a lovely voice) So, if it's alright with you, I'd like to make a request for a fluffy Tech x Reader fic. Maybe it's one of your first times sleeping in the same bed as Tech, and in the morning, he really doesn't want to let you go. He so rarely gets this kind of affection, so he's just holding you, whispering sweet nothings trying to get you to stay. Thank you so much, you deserve all the love and praise!

Hi! I'M SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! (Literally 9 months, I'm the worst lol, please forgive me!) I'm gonna try to get back to a point where I can open my requests again!

I got hit with massive writer's block for Tech and then After that finale, it got harder and harder to write for him lol. Hopefully this makes up for it? I got a sort of idea for a series... so Lemme know if you think it's something you guys would want??

Soft Mornings

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; smut-ish? suggestive themes

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You feel Tech’s warm body against yours before you open your eyes, snuggling against his chest more, your bottom brushing up against his length. 

“Good morning, darling.” He chuckles, softly, kissing your neck. 

Your previous night had been so perfect. Better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Parts of it start to flood your memory, making your face go warm. 

“Good morning.” You bring his hand to your lips and he snuggles his nose into the crook of your neck. “How did you sleep?” 

You’d been slightly afraid that Tech wouldn’t be able to sleep well since he’s never slept next to another person before and you know how much he enjoys his space. But when you’d offered to go back to your bunk, he’d only pulled you close to him, bringing the covers up over the both of you and asked you to stay.

“I think I slept better than I’ve ever slept before.” He admits and then starts to smile. “I’m afraid I will not be able to sleep alone now.”  

“Oh no. How awful. Guess I better take up permanent residence here.” You laugh. 

He chuckles again and you roll over to face him. 

“Hi.” You smile up at him.

“Hello.” He smiles back, his voice still soft and raspy in a sleepy way, making you melt like putty. 

His hair is sticking up in different directions and you imagine yours is too, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Kissing him softly, you run your hands up to cup his face, which is starting to feel slightly stubbly from not having shaved in a few days. You take note of how good the five o’clock shadow looks on him.

“I’ve got work soon.” You sigh against his lips.

His sigh matches yours. “Don’t go.” 

You laugh, softly. “I have to.” He wraps his arms around your lower back, pulling you up against him. “I’m sure I could persuade you to stay.” 

“Try.” You whisper. 

He pushes you onto your back and hovers above you, smiling so softly down at you. “All I’ve wanted since meeting you is to wake up next to you. It’s a new feeling for me… But getting to wake up next to you, and seeing how absolutely endearing you are with ‘bedhead’ and your sleepy voice, makes me want nothing more than to do this every morning.”

You look up at him, wide eyed at his confession. Tech’s not been one for being forthright with his emotions, so this is new. And it melts your heart. You’d love to hear him tell you these sweet nothings every day. 

As if he can read your thoughts, he kisses you again. “I know I don’t speak about how I feel a lot… but I feel safe here… with you.” 

Your chest tightens and you pull him toward you, crushing your lips to his. He groans softly, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, anchoring you to him and the bed.

“Let me convince you to stay.” He murmurs, kissing your neck.

“I don’t need any more convincing.” You smile with a hum. “I’ll call in and we can stay in bed all day.” 

“Sounds lovely.” He nuzzles his nose against your jaw as he presses his growing length up against your already eager warmth, making you gasp softly.

“Maybe you could use… other incentives to make me stay.” You tease him and he chuckles, darkly, catching on immediately.

“Say no more, darling.” He nods as he shows you just how much he loves waking up next to you. 

You really could get used to this… perhaps one day, he’d leave the war and battles behind to be safe here in this bed with you… where nothing bad could happen to him, and you wouldn’t have to worry so much every time he leaves. 

Perhaps, he’ll choose these soft mornings with you, too.

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[sollucets]

as a tiny prompt: aye wearing akks clothes (maybe an iconic tank top that's a bit too big on him) and akk feeling a certain way

hi nonny i am at last back at it again. thank you for your patience! ✨i think akk's more iconic of his 2 tank tops is definitely the teal one

we are in the post-os2 long-distance akkaye timeline again; 1.2k, rated t for they're kissing

💜

It’s well into the afternoon when Akk finally hears the telltale sound of movement in his bed. His desk, across his dorm room, faces away, and he doesn’t bother turning from the chair to look. It’s going to take Aye a little while to actually wake up, and the last Akk had seen he’d been sprawled face-down across the pillows, taking up nearly all the room in an already too-small bed. 

So instead, he keeps writing, the little scratching noise of his pen the only sound in the room. Akk usually works with something playing in the background, but he’d forgone music in deference to Aye’s recovery from nineteen hours of air travel. He’s also not really working, not so soon after the end of term; he sets back to writing in his journal, content enough to wait just a little longer. 

Like he’d expected, it’s a while before he hears the telltale groaning of Aye actually getting up. He resists the urge to look for a while, but eventually turns to glance over his shoulder and catches the bathroom door closing, hears the sink turn on. He smiles. 

A few minutes later, he again doesn’t look up when the door opens and Aye’s arms loop around him from behind, a chin digging into his shoulder. 

“Good afternoon,” Akk says mildly, gently leaning the side of his head against his boyfriend’s. 

Aye whines, incoherent, and squeezes around Akk’s shoulders. He smells like toothpaste. 

“That bad, huh?”

“What time is it,” Aye mumbles, almost directly against Akk’s ear. 

“It’s half past two, and I probably should’ve woken you up earlier. The jet lag isn’t going to get any better like this.”

Aye lets out a muffled groan and drops his face into Akk’s shoulder, breath warm against the skin. He has to be leaning over the back of the desk chair, and it can’t be comfortable, but he’s clinging so thoroughly it’d be hard to detach him. He says something, barely audible. 

“What?” 

“What are you doing?” Aye enunciates more clearly, sounding both definitely still sleepy and distinctly pouty. Akk can feel his lips moving. “Pay attention to me.”

“I’m journaling,” Akk answers, laughing a little. Deliberately, he adds another word. 

“What happened to my cute boyfriend from yesterday who missed me so much he cried at the airport?” 

“Your cute boyfriend from yesterday had to carry you inside from the car and as such doesn’t miss you anymore,” Akk answers primly, holding in a laugh. “Also, you cried too.”

“You just called yourself cute,” Aye says, sighing dreamily. “You should write it in your journal. This is a historic moment.”

“Shut up.”

Aye scoffs theatrically. “Listen to you. I’m never so mean.” 

Akk pointedly gets another two words written down and very generously doesn’t refute Aye’s bald-faced lie. “I’m not mean. I let you sleep in, didn’t I? And I made lunch, but it’s in the minifridge now.”

Against his shoulder, Aye’s lips curve first into a smile and then into a kiss. 

Akk melts a little. He hadn’t known, really, how much he missed this. He thought he knew, but he didn’t. 

“You made lunch for me?” Aye asks, sounding delighted despite how he’s pulling his arms away. “I guess I can forgive you then. I am hungry.”

Akk spins in his chair, glancing up. “We can—“ he starts, before the words catch in his throat. 

Aye’s hair is down, soft and in his eyes. That’s the first blow. The second is his bare legs, the edges of boxers just barely visible under the hem of the third shot directly to the heart, one of Akk’s tank tops. 

On Akk, it’s already oversized, and on Aye the effect is worse. He can see the curve of Aye’s waist where the side hangs open, paler than the rest of his skin. It contrasts prettily against the blue-green of Akk’s shirt. His eyes stick there, tracing the shape of it over and over until without his conscious input he reaches out and curls his fingers around that waist, tugging Aye abruptly forward into his lap. 

Aye makes a cut-off little noise of surprise, just barely getting his legs to the side in time. His skin under Akk’s hand is warm and soft and his weight in Akk’s lap is familiar even after all these months away, and his mouth is still in a cute little ‘o’ of surprise. 

He rallies quickly, though, and that ‘o’ morphs into the cat smile Aye wears only at his most self-satisfied. Leaning forward to keep his balance, he sets his hands lightly on Akk’s chest and says, a laugh in his voice, “Does my cute boyfriend still miss me after all?”

Blinking a couple times and valiantly fighting the urge to dig his nails in, Akk says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

It’s hardly the first time. Aye loves stealing Akk’s clothes, and he’s seen it before — but the combination of all that skin and Aye soft and real and in his room and his shirt and now his lap is doing something to him. Aye’s here to steal his clothes again, here and tangible in his arms. 

“So I am. Most of mine are still in my bags.” Aye’s tone is fond as he stares down at whatever dumbstruck expression Akk is wearing, but it goes darker as he asks, “Do you like that?” 

Akk tries to drag his eyes up through the sea of radio static that his higher thought processes have become, but before his face is another stopping point; his collarbone, visible from the drape of the tank top and sadly unmarked. His left hand comes up until his thumb can run over that exposed skin.

He feels more than hears Aye take a breath in, and lets his fingers follow the motion up the column of his throat. It vibrates as Aye says, a little shakily, “I guess that answers that question.”

Akk, who would usually roll his eyes but is distracted by the way Aye licks his lips after speaking, finishes the journey to curl his hand around the back of Aye’s neck and pull him down. Aye goes easily, melting into the kiss with a sigh that Akk has heard a million times and also not in months. They’d kissed last night, brief and soft and clumsy with sleep once he’d finally gotten Aye into the safety of their dorm, but not like this. 

No, not like this at all; he feels teeth against his upper lip. Aye’s hands leave his chest to wander down to his waist then back up to his shoulders and cling there, squeezing pressure through fabric. It feels a little like Aye might understand it, like he might get the ache in Akk’s hands and heart to hold him as close as possible. Akk makes a soft noise into his mouth, shifting in the chair, and they break apart for a moment, just far enough that their noses still touch. 

“So,” asks Aye, breathy but still somehow infuriatingly smug, “Do you want me to keep it on, or take it off?” 

In retaliation, Akk summons all his willpower and says, “I thought you were hungry.”

Aye leans in again, close enough that their lips brush, and whispers, “Shut up.” 

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The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too

✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌

Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)

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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 22 years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

I have 29 aus by now I might add more depending on what ideas I get ( idk for sure I know I have alredy alot and I didn't even developed alot of them enough I do want to put an line to it but I can't I love creating I love making it makes me happy so just be aware XD when I decide to do a blog for my other aus that I might not post alot about those depending on how I'm feeling ( maybe I post more when I get asks idk)

Socials : I have tik tok Instagram also yt I also have another Tumblr but I don't like that one as much atm it's more actually idk it was more meant for oploading ahit art and such but I don't feel the account anymore idk I'm weird xd so ig I might do a new main maybe?? Idk anyhow I'm the most active on tik tok name is lazysimpluna on all platforms!

🌟Refs of my sillys🌟

What's the Xmas au about??

What is the Xmas au about??

Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone

Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes

Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home

Frank makes sure everything goes after plan

Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things

Poppy well she bakes

Barnaby also helps around!

They are also able to travel trough aus

If one of them talks it's gonna be red

Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!

[jadedxhearts]

𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩

Originally titled "pay attention to the knots" (god I was so bad at naming things???)

originally posted on June 3, 2023

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

It wasn’t too often you’d be docked at an island, with the entire crew away from the Polar Tang. Everyone was off on their own, doing whatever they pleased on a nice day “off”. But Law had other ideas in mind for you.

Alone on the submarine, you were on the back deck with your boyfriend, watching as he showed you how to tie knots for when the sails needed to go up. You didn’t even know why he was making you learn these things, as it wasn’t your job anyway. You had other things to do on board, things much more important than tying knots all day long.

“If you don’t do it exactly as I showed you, the whole damn sail’s gonna come down,” Law was saying, watching as you struggled to repeat the actions he’d done moments ago.

“Well I’m not good at it, so I don’t know why the hell you think I should be the one tasked with this,” you tried reasoning, trying to make any sense of not only why Law wanted this, but also how to do it.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m not gonna make you take on the job,” he explained. “You just need to know how.”

“Ugh, Law…” you groaned, tossing the horribly tied rope to the floor as you gave up, crossing your arms and pouting at him. “I don’t wanna do this.”

“You’re just not getting it yet,” he sighed. “Watch me again, okay?”

You silently nodded, feeling as though you really had no other choice.

Law took your awfully tied rope from the wooden floor, undoing all of your weak knots and releasing the rope to its natural form. “You’re going to start with a basic knot,” he instructed, this being the fourth time he was going over this with you.

But you just couldn’t get it right, and you knew without a doubt you wouldn’t ever get it. So… your mind went elsewhere, Law’s words going in one ear and right out the other. At least his voice was soothing to hear…

But that soothing voice just made you sleepy, if anything. You hadn’t slept much the previous night, and you’d planned on sleeping in, up until Law forced you out of your shared bed so he could show you how to tie knots for sailing. You lazily watched as his tattooed hands formed the knots, feeling yourself grow drowsy as he lulled you to sleep…

“Y/n-ya! You’re not paying attention again,” he snapped, tossing the rope aside. “Guess I’ve gotta do something else to get it, huh?”

You jumped in your seat on a barrel as his words woke you up, shaking your head as though that would get rid of your sleepiness. “I’m sorry! I’m just so sleepy, Law. You know I couldn’t sleep last night,” you whined, pleading with him to not do whatever it was he had in mind.

“Too late to beg for forgiveness now,” he said with the rolling of his gray eyes. “Cross your arms behind your back.”

“What?!” You shrieked, staring at your lover with wide eyes. “Why?!”

“Just do it,” he argued, untying the rope once again.

With a loud huff, you obliged, folding your arms behind your back. “You’re gonna tie me up, aren’t you? Law, you’re such a dick.”

“Mhm. You love it, y/n-ya. Don’t even lie,” he purred in your ear as he started looping the rope around your arms.

“Love what? Your dick or you acting like one? Cause I’m getting real sick of at least one of them.”

“Both,” he answered with a smug look on his face. “You love both. Now turn around.”

You did as Law said, turning to face him as the rope wrapped around to your front, being looped around your body just above your breasts. After that was secure, Law brought out another rope and looped it around the center of the old one, right over where your breasts met in the center. He pulled it down between them, separating the two strands within the rope when he reached the bottom of your mounds. Each strand went under them, being pulled around to your back, and then looped back to the front. Law tied the ends together along with the original rope in a knot, causing it to press into your skin and push your breasts together, squishing them.

He then did intricate patterns down your stomach, doing a similar thing to your ass as he did to your breasts. He’d removed your shorts just before that, though, leaving you in only panties and a tank top. The rope pushed against your clothed pussy, and with every movement, the rough fabric of the rope rubbed into your clit.

Lastly, Law folded your legs and tied your ankles to your thighs, leaving you in somewhat of a kneeling position. You were completely tied up all by his doing, and certainly wide awake now. Every movement Law made was closely watched by you, unlike earlier.

“Now do I have your attention?” He asked, watching you squirm against the rope on the floor. “So pathetic,” he added, lifting his foot to place it against your cunt, pushing it against you.

“What was the point of this?!” You snapped, glaring up at Law. “How am I supposed to learn anything like this?”

“Maybe you won’t learn how to tie knots, but you will learn a lesson,” Law answered you, chuckling. He then pulled his foot away from you, leaving you whimpering and crying from the loss of friction against your cunt. You hadn’t even noticed how good it felt.

“Wh-what does that mean?” You managed to say, starting to stumble over your words.

Law simply hummed, before turning on his heel and walking away from you.

“Law…?”

He ignored you.

“Law?! You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?!”

Still, nothing.

“Law!!!”

[belovedblabber]

I’m so glad to have found other Jod enjoyers on this site. Top John Gaius “makes you want to chew on the furniture” moments?

Okay I can FINALLY take some time to answer this now, huzzah!

I have some other John related asks I'm VERY excited to answer but I have gotten far too sleepy now so I once again have to wait on those because I have a LOT to say and I am incapable of not treating everything like I'm writing an essay and bringing in citations.

But anyway, if I gave all of my top John moments this post would be a thousand miles long so I'm just going to give some of my faves. And this is in no particular order, I'm just putting them down as they come into my head

"Is that the truth, or the truth you tell yourself?" asked Augustine. "What is the difference?" said God. This exchange makes me go INSANE. I can't even be coherent about it right now, I just love how chilling John's response is, and also Muir using God here. I love her very clever choices in terms of what she calls John and when. Calling him God (or by another one of his fancy titles) can either be used for comedy (aka "Thanks," said God) but it can also be used for an absolute wham line like this one and it's just very good. I love it. It's chilling. He's so scary

When Harrow explodes G1deon and everything is going insane and then John just says "Stop" and just freezes everybody. It's such a cool moment. He just STOPS it all, I LOVE it. Also: The Emperor of the Nine houses—the Resurrection—the First Reborn—sat at the end of the table, his plain face splattered with gore, and his eyes were the death of light. Oh my GOD is that such a good line, I am deeply not coherent here but god I love this entire moment, it's such a good reminder of how powerful John is (and then him being like "I did't really want to eat human again Harrow" sdfghj)

The entire section where he reconfigures himself after Mercy exploded him. And then his killing Mercy so casually. But what I really love about it is how stone-cold he is after it all ("I never liked cleaning house all at once") I love how this scene really shows how right Augustine was earlier in the book when he told Mercy "John is never as sentimental as you think." John is so matter-of-fact and it is SO good when we see him turn on a dime like this and start cleaning house (I also love "You acted afraid—" "Acted is operative. But this is not am FAQ.") I am not explaining myself well here but I just love the way that John, who we have seen as this very affable, mellow, often very funny character throughout, turns on a dime and is suddenly so ruthless, right after killing someone who he was begging to forgive him moments before. The absolute callous tone he has ("I didn't offer it to Mercy because Mercy really pissed me off, I'm sorry to say.") is so jarring and it's GREAT. And I've seen people point to this as proof that like, 'oh John doesn't actually love them like he says he does, John is a liar he was faking his affection.' And that is SUCH a boring read. What's much more interesting, and terrifying, is the idea that John can be fully in earnest with his affection, but then just so brutally flip a switch when he's pushed. Idk, it's just a great moment. I am explaining myself poorly here I know asdfghj

"Harrowhark, nobody has the right to know," he said fiercely. "Nobody has the right to blame you. Nobody can judge. What has happened, has happened, and there's no putting it back in the box. They wouldn't understand. They don't have to. I officially relieve you from living in fear. Nobody has to know." I love this line because it's like, John are you talking about Harrow, or yourself? And with the context of NtN this becomes even more clearly John bringing his own baggage to the table. It's so good. I have a whole post brewing in my head on this subject that I am sure I'll inflict on my poor innocent followers at some point

Uhhh, every single John interlude in NtN. I know that's cheating but literally every single one had me going off my rocker.

But even more specifically, John 1:20. That entire section may be my favorite part of the book. I actually had to stop reading for a moment after I finished it (and no joke I did whisper "damn, Tamsyn" out loud and I was, in fact, crying a bit. it was also like, 6am and I had been up all night aserfghj). But seriously I wanted to pick a single part or so from this to highlight but I can't. It's all so good. And heartbreaking. John crying at C— and N— 's wedding, and eating for the first time in ages, the building desperation at the state of the world and how helpless they all feel and that bit of humanity and joy with the wedding, immediately followed by...everything else. "John, your problem is that you care less about being a saviour than you do about meting out punishment." John and Cristabel's final conversation. The absolute heart wrenching stuff with John seeing everyone die and his blurry recollection of it because holy shit it was horrendous. Literally everything else. Also THE MOMENT HE LETS GO, the entire sequence of him trying to take the earth into himself, and then the terrifying description he gives of him eating the solar system and pursuing the departing ships. Also I just really love "All those frightened people. All those run-away rats." I think I just have a very clear uh, 'line read' of that bit in my head, and I love the way he calls them frightened and then the absolute rage in the way he calls them rats. Idk, it's really clear in my head I can't really explain myself better here. But anyway yeah, the ENTIRETY of this interlude makes me go absolutely wild to the point that I cannot be coherent about it.

John 5:4, and everything John says about forgiveness, and what he'll do next, and taking his friend's memories. Again I can't really be coherent about this entire section, but I will give my fave bit from it. "There can be no forgiveness for those who walked away," he said. "Just as there can be no forgiveness for me—even though I rip the very fingers from my hands...throw them into the jaws of the monsters who hunt me...as I run from them across the universe, end to end. Something will satisfy them eventually, but nothing satisfies me. Nothing." I put that last bit in italics because it is maybe my fave line from John. There's just something about it. It's just so tragic and chilling and terrifying and I LOVE it and I love how it is sort of this like, succinct and perfect sum of the tragedy of him. Idk it's just, chef's kiss.

Okay finally, not a direct John moment per se, but this: John loved her. She was John's cavalier. She loved John. For she so loved the world that she had given them John. For the world so loved John that she had been given. For John had so loved her that he had made her she. For John had loved the world. I have so many thoughts and feelings on this that I cannot articulate but oh my goddddd. It's so good. First of all the whole playing off of John 3:16 thing. And just...the wording, the way it all flows. I cannot be coherent about this I just go insane. That ending For John had loved the world hit me like a brick the first time I read it, and continues to do so every time I reread it. There's something so simple and final and heartbreaking about it. I think it sums of the tragedy of the character and his story in one simple line. If that makes any sense whatsoever.

ANYWAY, this is an absolute ramble of an answer I know, but the prompt here was 'makes you want to chew on furniture moments' and I feel like with that vibe in mind the level of not hinged I am here is at least thematically appropriate. Also thank youuuuu for sending me this ask, it has made me very happy

[syneilesis]

[fic+art] From Her Mouth of Strawberry

From Her Mouth of Strawberry

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x Main Character/Reader | M | 2.7k words

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So this is what everlasting love feels like.

An epilogue of Vlad’s Romantic Ending route. With art.

A/N: OH MY GOD I MADE IT. SOMEWHAT. HAPPY NEW YEAR. I post this as Lady Gaga plays in my neighbor's house. I wanted to finish and post this before I get Jossed in a couple of hours. Vlad's sequel is coming! So early, wow! Forgive the quality of writing in this one; I wrote parts of it with a clear mind, I wrote most of it dizzy and sleepy and trying to concentrate while my neighbors sing merrily in their karaoke (70s-80s songs is 👌, I approve). Title and the quoted verses are from Charles Baudelaire's Les Métamorphoses du vampire. Very apt, very apt.

I also have art for it! Which I'll include in a reblog, so as not to disrupt the flow of reading.

Tagging and shoutout to @akintosalt and @evil-quartett, who have witnessed my descent to madness finishing this fic and whom I have greeted as 2023 sauntered here with pomp and swag. This is for you guys! 💖

On the first morning of eternity Vlad is next to your side on the bed, elbow folded against the mattress, his upper body and head lifted to watch you slowly part your eyelids. The sun shimmers through the tall windows of his room, casting a long thick line across the carpeted floor, like golden lava that would sink you if you dip your feet in. The diffuse glow of the natural light hits Vlad’s skin and hair, his eyes shining like revelation.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

Something in your heart blooms, warm and soft under his radiance. There’s a little ache in there, too, a light squeeze that’s almost exquisite in its significance.

His other hand leaves its place and migrates to your face, knuckles ghosting along the corner of your eye down to your cheek then to the corner of your lips, and you tilt slightly to place a kiss there. Vlad smiles, and he leans down to press his own lips to yours. He opens his mouth and you taste strawberries.

When you separate, you smile back at him and say, “Good morning, Vlad.”

Outside, birds twitter among the freshly blossomed garden flowers, and Paris wakes languidly into the arrival of spring.

The days following your transformation march on like a steady drumbeat, rhythm never ruined. It’s as if nothing momentous happened; the world feels the same, still is the same, but Vlad knows that everything has changed. It’s in the way he views the world now. Before, it treads on the path leading to destruction; but next to you, the world seems to radiate renewal. The lens with which he sees things shifted, allowing diffraction, the direction of his ambition spreading into a dream, encompassing every scope, every shape, every color.

Before, Vlad was a god carrying the fate of the world on his lonely shoulders. Now, he has descended from the heavens to walk among humans.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. A bit weird—I can feel the sharpness of my incisors against my tongue—but not bad weird.”

“Ah. If you encounter any problems, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“Of course.” A pause. “Hey, Vlad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad—I’m glad that we found each other this time.”

An exhale of a laugh. “I’m glad, too. Didn’t we promise each other? I’ll find you wherever you are, whatever it takes.”

Years—decades, centuries—flickered by like a rapid flipping of pages. Empires rise and fall, and Vlad observed the milestones of mankind with the benevolent glint of a ruler surveying his kingdom. He’d been to plenty of places, all in search of the girl who saved him. He’d looked for her under the rust-colored roofs of Firenze, amidst the resplendent natural beauty of Zhongguo, against the tropical heat of Las islas Felipinas, and dozens more—the beat of the heart seeking for an echo, the one with the warmth of embrace and the mellisonant voice that dripped with pure light.

He recalled: they never did finish that conversation, did they. The one where she was about to part something. Sometimes, as he lay down on his bed, before he drifted off to sleep, Vlad wondered what she’d say. It must’ve been important, because her face was pulled taut, almost crumpled into tears, like she couldn’t wait for the words to cascade out of her mouth. That was probably his only regret. When he returned to the mansion, drenched in snow and blood, she was already gone, a wraith whisked off by the biting wind.

Would he find out what she’s supposed to say? Would he ever in his lifetime?

The question of thirst emerges right after. You know, based on your experiences with the residents in the mansion, that vampires can curb their bloodlust by drinking Blanc. Perfectly safe, perfectly moral. Food is an indulgence they all partake in, as evidenced by Vlad’s childlike preference for strawberries.

Charles offers to supply you Blanc, but you decline, insisting that you can provide on your own. It’s one thing to live forever; it’s another to be self-sufficient about it. Even if your life has upended and evolved, the same principles apply when trying not to be burdensome about it.

But it’s strange and baffling, this constant thirst. The others appear to be unsaddled by this dryness in the throat—or at least unbothered by it. This intensifies whenever Vlad is around, the itch clawing inside until it climbs to the roof of your mouth, and it all feels like sand, coarse and insidious, with parched tongue.

Of course, one look from Vlad and he understands.

“Drink from me,” he says later that night, when you’re seated side by side and only the moonlight reveals the expressions you have for each other. He takes your hand and nuzzles the inside of your wrist, eyes closed as if savoring the sensation of warmth. In bliss, reverential; his warm puffs of breath against your pulse sending heat all over your body.

He slants another gaze at you, this time beckoning, and you’re entranced by the hooded slits of red—passion, passion, burning passion in his blood-red eyes.

A tongue darts out. Licks the skin where your pulse is leaping against the wet, hot pressure. Vlad shuts his eyes and moans, ragged and so full of want that a shaky sigh escapes from you.

“Drink from me,” he murmurs again, the words pressed into your palm, and you can feel his lips shape the words against your skin. It tickles you, and you try to jerk your hand away but his grip on you is tight, intent on never letting go. “Love is tied to bloodlust,” he continues. “You desire my blood because you love me. I desire your blood because I love you. So drink from me, and I will drink from you.”

He unbuttons his shirt and exposes a shoulder. A portion of his scar peeks around the fabric. Softly, tenderly, he guides your head to his neck, and your lips meet his skin, clean but with a trace of sweetness, petals. The hand on your wrist remains, rubbing your pulse with his thumb.

“Go on,” he says, voice thick and encouraging. Even in love and lust Vlad is always the one who gives first.

“But,” you answer, your words muffled and hot; Vlad tilts his head back to provide more access. “Won’t this hurt you?”

“At first, yes. But I promise it will feel good for me and for you. Go on, take what you need.”

The sensation of fangs piercing flesh feels weird, but when Vlad’s blood bursts through and you finally get a taste of it, it’s a whole new thing altogether. Vlad gasps, a full-body shudder tremoring through him, his free hand grabbing your hips and tugging closer. You follow until you’re both pressed together, with nary a space in between. He reclines on the bed until you’re on top of him, still sucking at his neck for blood, the only sound in the room apart from his harsh breathing.

When your tongue swipes at the wounds Vlad groans, bringing both his hands on your hips and grinding. You both gasp at the hot pleasure.

“When she had drained the marrow out of all my bones, / When I turned listlessly amid my languid moans, / To give a kiss of love—” Vlad recites, almost like a mantra, almost like a prayer, his voice catching and clicking in the throes of ecstasy.

Vlad finds your eyes, hazy but lucid enough to ask, “Have you drunk enough?” A thumb caresses your lips and it glides easily because of the blood. Vlad inspects his thumb between you, fascinated before he brings it to his own lips, tastes his own blood. The sight of it makes you swallow, and the ache within you just grows and grows until it erupts and the words spill out of your lips like molten desire.

“No, I don’t think it will ever be enough, but that’s all right. What I want now—what I want—” You close your eyes and exhale a shuttered breath. When you look at Vlad again—his splayed hair like silver halo, his half-mast eyes drunk in pleasure, his parted lips stained with his own blood—all you see is a godling who deserves to be loved and worshiped like this. “What I want is to give you everything, so it’s your turn to drink from me.”

And like a giant wave he surges to crash against your lips, devouring your entire being. You welcome it, welcome him, your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt then sliding inside to feel his skin, the hard planes of his muscles, the scar over his heart.

In this night of whispered sighs and ghostly touches, your heartbeats are in sync, and Vlad’s eyes glisten with pure want. Nothing else matters except the desire of flesh, your blood beating in want of him, and time dilutes and the world vanishes until only you and he remain.

The funny thing about memory was: accuracy wasn’t the point.

The expectant stare of the painter tilted sideways as Vlad stuttered into a halt, dreadful realization that he could no longer remember the face of his beloved savior. Sure he remembered the shade of her hair, waterfall brown that curled playfully midway. He remembered her pristine shirt, the color of snow before spilt blood—the color of her skirt. He remembered the shade of her skin illuminated by candlelight. But when it came to the most important thing of all: featureless light, uncrisp and blotchy.

It was funny because the way he felt about her was a solid, crisp thing, as palpable as the objects he could touch. The ember-warm ink-bloom that suffused his blood when she held him was indelible in his heart and memories; he could still remember the staccato rhythm of her heartbeat against his ear. Seedling-hope and ironclad belief tied together in her name. He’d find her, one day, even after the world ended, because he believed.

He remembered the sound of her breath before she opened the wardrobe that hid him from the world.

He remembered the buried sorrow between her words, threatening to claw out.

He remembered her hands, soft and delicate and yearning, and he ached to love.

He remembered her sweet scent—

He remembered her—

He remembered—

It’s been weeks since you’ve been cooped up in Vlad’s castle, adjusting to your new, eternal body and its needs, and now it seems to be the right time to venture out again.

So you visit the mansion.

The astonished faces of the residents when they see you are a sight to behold, and they pile on you like you’re their long-lost youngest sibling suddenly returned home.

Le Comte has to threaten Arthur and Dazai a spanking to pry them away from you. Sebastian declares a dinner party is in order, and it feels like the old days again, before Vlad came into your life and held your heart with snow-coated fingers.

Sebastian refuses your help to wash the dishes when you offered, arguing that the dinner was held in your honor and it’s silly to have you clean up after. Which is why you find yourself in front of the door that started everything.

Eventually Napoleon joins you in reminiscence.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, eyes not leaving the door.

But you turn to him, smiling when he meets your gaze, and say, “There’s no regret when it’s the destiny we chose, you know?”

Napoleon returns your smile, relief gracing his features. He ruffles your hair, the consummate big brother looking out for his siblings. “I’m glad.” He pauses, then adds: “Are you happy?”

That question bears no hesitation. “Yes,” you answer. “I’m very happy.”

Eternity is desire and ache and sorrow and loneliness—

He sinks his fangs into her flesh.

—and now it, too, is happiness.

One day, out of the blue, Vlad declares, “Let’s see the world.”

After consoling Charles and procuring assurances from Faust that he refrain from any funny stuff that Vlad elaborates:

“All the travels I’ve done in the past were always about searching for you. Now that we have found each other, I want to travel again—with you this time.”

And what can you say other than yes?

Decades pass in a snap of fingers, and Vlad’s enjoyed every second of it.

The world has become more precious: empires rose and fell, peace sustains its lilting melody, Vlad’s dream burns steady as life. Seeing the world tastes rich this time, a surprising burst of flavorful experiences—the sweetness of your smile against the backdrop of canola flowers in Jeju Island, the spicy car chase along Berliner Ring after getting accidentally involved in a casino heist, the tangy sunset after hours of café hopping in Vienna, the honeyed secrets exchanged under the bougainvillea-covered balconies in Cartagena.

Next to you the world teems with hope and faith, and Vlad tastes, this time, a robust future.

“Here.” You hand him a cone of ice cream that you bought from a street vendor across the pathway. The one you gave him has the color of flushed pink—strawberry—and yours is bright yellow—cheese. “Tell me what you think.”

There’s a bench a little far off to where you’re going. Vlad studies the ice cream carefully as he sits down, then he takes a lick. It’s light and sweet, a welcome chill on the tongue. The May heat melts it faster, and the ice cream drips down the cone, makes a small puddle in the fold of his index finger.

“This is delicious,” he says, and squints at your own cone. Cheese as an ice cream flavor is odd to him, but you seem to enjoy it. He swaps his hold of the ice cream and offers it to you with his right hand, his left raised to his lips, tongue darting out to lick away the melted cream. “Do you want to try mine?”

“Sure.” You lean towards his proffered hand and try the strawberry. In this close proximity, Vlad can smell your dulcified scent. A pleased hum escapes your throat. “This is good too!”

A first experience for Vlad: eating ice cream together with you as people relish their summer vacation, skipping with buoyant, dancer-steps, their laughter tickling his ears. Teenage girls steal glances in his direction, furtive giggling tucked behind coy hands. Vlad, indulgent, smiles at them, they laugh openly. You look on with amused affection in your eyes, ice cream gone, consumed.

“The last time I went here,” Vlad says, struck with a memory, “ice cream wasn’t introduced yet.”

“Oh? That’s a long time, then.”

“Almost three centuries since I’ve visited. Some buildings I recognize, but plenty have changed.”

It’s been a long time, indeed, but for Vlad, the passage of time runs differently from that of human perception. A blink, a sleep, a long pensive silence. Memories blur, betwixt one point and another. Just like his memories of your face, a gradual erosion attributed to absence and distance; but now, in this moment, Vlad knows that he will no longer forget.

A kilometer from where they sit, the sea murmurs, tranquil, and the people near it attempt to dip their toes into the water before it gets agitated. A month from now, typhoons will come, and the sea will rise and strike and beat the land with its ferocious waves. Vlad finishes his ice cream, the sweetness of strawberry and sugar cone lingering on his tongue.

“There’s a place here that I wanted to go to, but couldn’t the last time I came,” he says.

A beautiful smile blossoms on your lips. “Then let’s go there this time.”

He returns the smile with his own. “Yes, let’s.”

Another first experience: the heels of his shoes clacking against the stone pavement as children run and play tag, circling you and Vlad once, their chatter trailing in the air. His hand finds yours and entwines its fingers with your own, warm and comforting and real. It will continue in the years, decades, centuries—this solid and crisp warmth, this ink-bloom in his veins, your clear, unveiled face.

His dream of peace, of the world eternal, warless and free of destruction, held safe in your hands, beating on. 

So this is what everlasting love feels like.

[rateatingraccoon]

Obey Me! oneshot: Beach with Belphie

(Originally posted on ao3 for a oneshots series. I haven't had a lot of time to write, though, so I'm cross-posting it here. Enjoy!)

SPOILER WARNING: Mentions of lesson 16 in the original game

RELATIONSHIPS: Belphegor x MC/reader (second person)

CW: None

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚

The beach sand was a soft cushion under your intertwined bodies. Salty waters lapped at the edge of this paradise in hell, black sand growing damp. Belphegor was resting his head on your thighs, his eyes exposing that he was wavering in and out of consciousness. Milky red skies darkened above you, creating a cocoon of peace.

“I’m happy,” Belphegor murmured as your hand stroked through his soft, messy hair, feeling the beads of salt trapped within. You weeded them out with a gentle touch. “I’m glad you came to the Devildom.”

“I’m glad, too.” you agreed, your voice loving. You could feel Belphie’s cheeks lift ever so slightly as his smile grew. “...Even if you killed me.”

You expected him to laugh, but his cheeks dipped back down. He turned his head so he could look up at you, his expression suddenly guilty. “Are you sure you forgive me for that?” he asked, sounding unsure.

You chuckled softly. “If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be here, now would we?” You leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, his smile returning.

As you return to your original position, he opens his eyes again, seeming a bit disappointed. “One more?” he requested, frowning as though fearing you’d reject him, even though you never have. You laughed again and bent down to place a gentle butterfly kiss on his lips.

“How’s that?” you asked. He was smiling again. It was a good look for him. He hummed a small, sleepy “good” in response and reburyed his face in the fabric of your clothes. You resumed stroking his hair, feeling the breeze caress your bodies.

“I love you,” Belphie mumbled, half conscious.

“I love you, too,” you responded, sleepiness beginning to root itself in your body, too.

The sun shone a little brighter before dipping under the horizon.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚

Thank you so much for reading!

AO3: rateatingraccoon

Requests open!

[shenashygans]

[photo is irr🐘]

THE SUNDAY CURRENTLY -29- (2nd time)

why 2nd time? the first one did not post. and it was not saved, too. ugh. it's Sunday! so i have to do this. it's not that i don't want to do it.. it's just that, i keep in forgetting hehe. another TSC from yours truly~

CURRENTLY

Reading

8/13 and I'm still on a reading slump. womp womp womp~

Writing

TSC 29.. again *sigh*

Listening

to lobby music. it makes you feel sleepy, but it's too loud to keep you awake

Thinking

about what my roomie said to me the other day. she poured her thoughts out about me moving, and she felt I'm leaving her behind. i am not. I'm just leaving...first? that's all. she said she doesn't get it why I'm doing this. maybe she doesn't get me at all? she's just not used to being alone that's why. and besides, she's going to leave me eventually? I'm just getting a head start. I'm not going to pause my life or happiness for some selfish reason. i know we've been friends for 9 years, and it's really hard for her to accept the fact that i really am happy.

Smelling

nothing:( i miss my perfume :((

Wishing

for better days ahead. smooth transition. i wish for my roomie's peace of mind. i wish she'd understand my situation, she's been here before. i wish she could just be happy for me. i wish she won't miss me that much or be sad when I'm gone. i wish, well I know, she can make it on her own. i wish she won't get sick, too.

Hoping

i hope my roomie is not contradicting me. i hope she's not wishing for me to fail just for her to say, "i told u so" :( i hope she would trust me to make my own grown up decisions. if i fail or get hurt, it's up to me. i hope that in time she'll forgive me.

Wearing

always incomplete uniform

Wanting

to move out fast. i want to move to Dubai. like, rn? but i cannot. i still have 2 weeks left, i think? i want to pack all my stuff already. i want to move to our new home, stay in our new room, sleep in our new bed. sigh. few more days 'til i sleep & wake up next to the loml üwü

Needing

an 8-hour nap? lol. i need to catch up on my Zzz's. been sleeping late & waking up too early. i need a vacation from work. oh, wait. soon! hahahaha

Loving

the fan i borrowed from the jowa. saved me from having heatstrokes in my own reception. loving the fact that I'm just counting the days 'til we move in together. can't wait!

Feeling

sick? idk. my head hurts rn so I'm feeling sick. i drank 2 Panadols already. gahd. i feel sleepy, too. but I can't sleep. idk.

Manifesting

NEW JOB. HIGH SALARY. FINANCIAL ABUNDANCE. GOOD HEALTH. HAPPY LOVE & SEX LIFE ✨

that's all folks! ;)

[seeraplimau]

Mood: I am very very very sleep and tired.

Writing this just a way of escapism, you could say. I have like a lot of list in my brain to do but when you're sleepy, it just dooze. Masalahya I AM TIRE ALL THE TIME. So all of the list dah berhabuk since September :')

BRB chugging my vitamin B as we're speaking lol.

Life sucks, you live then you die. Though the intermission in between determine what kind of death you'd enjoy. Were you nice to your friends? Have the encounter between you and a stranger bringing good impact to the world? Talking about stranger, I am still suck at saying morning to people. I don't know, I guess where I am, greeting strangers is not very ideal. We all looks normal inside but god forbid what we did the last 2 hours. I stumbled to an old tweet where a guy was practicing black magic in his apartment. He look like any other guy you walk passed by honestly. So, maybe I was just being paranoid and project this view to everyone I see on daily basis. Maybe. Today as I was walking to my work, I smiled a bit, like not even a proper smile to the guy sat next to my workplace and he said something to me(?) like I tak dengar actually. Probably, "kerja sini ke?" something like that. And it kinda, make me uncomfortable??? hahahaha cannot explain. That question only acceptable from the makcik who you always see every morning tbh. Like I'd answer them genuinely. I wish man would learn more manner and idk shame. Make Matriarchy a thing!!

I saw on news about a former badminton player who post an Islamophobic statement. I think it sad, sad that we still leave in a prejudice nation. Few weeks ago, a hockey player got suspended for a racial comments too. Sad. I do feel like it a deserve action. Racism shouldn't be excused. But, an equal teach of why slur shouldn't be used should also be implemented. Maybe we have, in sivik's class, but we should make it more exclusively to Malaysian. Why this slur is bad and so on. I don't think anyone ever told me professionally why I shouldn't call anyone k*ling. YES NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THAT. I just learn that it would hurt people, common sense-ly. Empathy. Would I be glad being called that? Does people have ill attention by calling me that? What is the root problem that I 'have' to say the word? I ask myself that. The 'war' between nation of SEA, specifically between Malaysia and Indonesia is a never ending. People shouting "ind*n balik rumah" is like a common thing you hear. It sad. Saying this why lavishly eating your nasi geprek. Hipokrit. We should, have more empathy. Towards ourselves and people surround us. After all, we all, is all we have.

Changed. I do think it's unfair for us to judge someone act, especially if it something they did 5 years ago. 5 years ago was not long, but so many thing could shift. So many. You can still see the line for social distance purpose on eateries. Fascinating. Yah on people, we change, and god forbid us to get dox over something we did in the past. I said racist thing in the past, but for the love of god I was 14. Why are you picking a fight with a kid. Thus, I always find myself to excuse someone action that they did in the past. Sometimes, well most of the time I dont care lorh, so cam whats the point. BUT some action I cannot just forgive is bullying. I hate kids who bully each other sooo much. Tak kesah-lah they have a fuck up childhood ke, to the point they're acting "alpha'. I hate them and I would never forgive anyone who did that. I don't think forgivable is something we all should aim for. We connect, say sorry, and if the person not going to forgive you, we should just move one. We don't deserve someone forgiveness honestly. Nobody do. I remember one of case at my high school, a girl pretend to be a boy to ask some inappropriate picture from her girl classmates. That is fuck up. Even from a 16 years old brain, I know it's not a right thing to do. What a sickos. Fuck her.

[naturesfirstgreenisgold]

P.S I love you

For The Dear My Roo Challenge

Warnings: Language, Talk of DADT

Word Count: 560

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Jake “H_ngm_n” Seresin

Author Note: I’m posting this a 1:45 AM my time so I apologize for any spelling and/ or grammar errors

*Setting 2009*

“Bradley, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t sneak around anymore. What we are do is fucking illegal” Jake said.

“Ok, Jake what do you want to do then” Bradley start with a knot of fear building in his stomach

“I want to break up, I’m sorry, Bradley, I am” Jake said with a slight break in his voice.

*Flash forward to November 2011*

Jake let’s a small huff as he cleans out his closet that desperately needed it. He paused for a second staring at a bright orange Hawaiian shirt. He let all of the memories flood in with a glance of at that shirt” The memories of: Heartbreak, Love, Loss, Joy, Happy tears, and Sad tears. Jake stopped what he was doing and went to find a pen and some paper.

When he sat the kitchen, he wrote and wrote and wrote for hours on end. When he finally got done writhing, he contacted Bradley’s best friend, Natasha.

A few weeks later, Bradley got a letter, wasn’t expecting and it read

“Dear, My Roo

I was just thinking of you and how I miss you. I’m sorry, I broke your heart. As I write this letter, I realize I will always be in love with you so treasure these words until we meet again. I’ll be sending my love through letters, my love

I found one of your Hawaiian shirts at my place. I was stupid to break up with you, I’m sorry I did. Will you please forgive me? I miss your stupid mustache and your music choices. I just miss you, my dear.

If you accept my love back then I’ll hold you tighter than anyone has before. And ‘til this day I do love you, I do. My love, I love you and only you, I swear.

I love you and only you. I treasure the day when I see you and hold you tight. Remember I’ll always be in love with you, My big stud. Please be careful where ever you’re stationed at right now. Will you please take me back? I love you.

Love,

Jake ‘H_ngm_n’ Seresin

P.S I love you. <3”

The next few weeks while Jake was praying for a reply were hell, until one day a letter finally came.

“Dear, Jake

I still love you too. Yes, I’ll take you back.

Sorry, Stationed in Iraq. Not much time to write.

but, yes I love you too

Love, your Roo

P.s- My tour is almost up”

When Jake saw the “ Yes, I’ll take you back” it felt like he breathed for the first time in weeks.

*2019*

Jake rolls over to wrap his arm around his Roo. “mmm, Good morning honey” Jake said in a sleepy voice.

“Morning” Bradley replied in a equally at sleepy voice.

“Do you still have those letters we wrote each other?” Jake asked while cuddling into Bradley’s neck.

“Mhm, they are in the drawer on the top left of the filing cabinet in your office stapled together, why?” Bradley replies

“Just wondering, I kind of want to read them.” Jake said.

“You know what, I kind of do to, I’ll go get them.” Bradley said moving towards the edge of the bed.

“Ok” Jake replied

They read Jakes first then they read Bradley. Laughed at them and just enjoyed each other’s company.

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

I don’t know if you’re taking requests or not and I don’t want to stress you out so it’s ok if you don’t want to do this but could you maybe write a fic where vinnie takes care of the reader when she’s sick because the one where the reader took care of vinnie was so cute

"You'll get sick" - Vinnie Hacker

Hey guys, so sorry I’ve been MIA, I hope you can forgive me, but here’s a cute Vinnie fluff. After writing about Vinnie being sick, I got a lot of request to do another one, this time exchanging the roles. I feel like Vinnie would be such a simp and he would do everything in his power to make his girl feel better. Hope you enjoy 😘

Warning : None

Word Count : 1.1k

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The sound of your phone ringing woke you up, making you growl lightly. You had barely 3 hours of sleep into your system since you weren’t successful to have a good night sleep last night due to the fact that you were sick.

You tossed and turned all night trying to get comfortable, but your body was so sore you couldn’t find a position that would allow you to fall asleep. Your runny nose and your dry cough didn’t help either. Your new kitten had woken you up 30 minutes after you finally were able to fell asleep and now it was Vinnie requesting to Facetime you. You extended your hand, reaching for your phone answering the call

‘Hey baby” Vinnie said smiling widely ‘Where are you? Let me see your face” you hear him chuckle lightly as you growl. You moved the phone closer towards your head, finally showing your face to your boyfriend. He couldn’t see you properly since the curtains kept your room dark.

‘What do you want?” you asked groggily, tossing in your bed slowly, your kitten looking at you.

“Whoa, someone’s in a bad mood. What are you still doing in your bed? I’m usually the one sleeping in late, you’re the early bird” he said teasingly

“I think I’m sick” you replied, coughing, moaning softly

“Awnnn poor baby” he pouted, making your inside warm from how cute he was being “I’ll be right over, love you”

“No baby, I don’t want you to get si-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as Vinnie had already hung up the phone. You sighed at the fact he didn’t want to listen to you. Vinnie had always been there for you, and he was super affectionate, giving you all his attention when you needed it. He hated to see you get hurt or not feeling good, so he always made sure he could be there to help you get through it.

About a little bit more than half an hour after his call, you could hear your kitten meow asking to be fed. You groaned, getting up from your bed, walking slowly to the kitchen where the kitty bowls were. As you turned on the faucet, you heard the giggle of keys in the door, indicating Vinnie had arrived. Hearing the water running made him turn his head towards you.

“Baby, what are you doing up? You should be in bed” he said coming towards you, dropping two bags on the counter tops.

“No Vin, you’ll get sick” you responded stepping away from him before he grabbed your arm gently, bringing you closer to him as one of his hand went to your face, putting the strand of hair that felt on your face, behind your ear.

“I don’t care” he shrugged making you shake your head lightly “Now let’s get you back into bed, I bought a bunch of stuff to help you get better” he said stepping towards the bags as you coughed.

“Baby you shouldn’t have” you pouted before yawning, Vinnie walked back towards you taking your hands in his before smiling down at you.

“What about I run you a nice bath so you can relax and after that I’ll rub your feet with some Vicks and then we can cuddle.” He said as you smiled “How does that sound beautiful?” he asked, caressing your cheek

“I don’t deserve you, you’re too good to me” you whispered as Vinnie placed a small peck on your chapped lips. He grabbed you hand and lead you towards the bathroom, lifting you up, your body resting on the counter. He turned on the water, filling the bath and adding a eucalyptus scented bath bomb.

“Will you join me?” you asked pleading him with a small pout

“Of course, baby, let me help you.” He put you down, the two of you discarding of your clothes as he helped you get in the hot water. You both sat down, comfortably, your back resting on his chest as he pressed his body closer to yours. You felt yourself relax in his arms as he caressed your shoulder lightly. Later, you turned around so that Vinnie could rub your feet. It felt like heaven. He was always so careful and caring, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“I love you” you said softly

“I love you too baby” he responded smiling down at you

You’ve sat in the tub for another 30 minutes before Vinnie got out, asking for you to wait before getting out. He came back a few minutes later fully dressing with some extra clothes of his in his hands.

“Here you go baby, I put the clothes in the dryer so you could stay warm” he said putting some joggers and baggy shirt on the counter before helping you out of the water, drying you off with a hot towel. You got dressed and went back into your room, where Vinnie had lit up a few candles, he had put on one of your favorite movies and a bowl of soup was waiting on a tray along with some medicine on your bedside table.

“Vin, you’re the sweetest, I-“

“Shhh baby, come on get in bed so we can cuddle” he said sweetly as he cut you off. You got into the covers, Vinnie handing you your soup before getting in himself.

Once you finished eating, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s torso and he put his arms around your body, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body consuming and comforting you. You continued watching your movie in silence and soon enough Vinnie could hear you snore slightly, indicating you had fell asleep.

He chuckled before kissing your forehead sweetly. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. You were always so nice to him, so it was no question for him to do the same for you. He loved taking care of you and making sure you were alright and happy.

He felt your kitty jump on your bed, making its way towards your head laying down next to you on the pillow. The sight was so cute that Vinnie decided to snap a quick picture of the three of you, posting it on social media.

Taking care of my sleepy girls today

After posting it, his DM’s were filled with messages of girls in awe, envying and wanting to be you. But Vinnie didn’t care about them because he only had eyes for you. He felt you move a little bit, tightening your grip around his body, still asleep. He smiled sweetly before kissing the top of your head.

“I love you” he whispered before falling asleep next to you.

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Thank you for reading

Hope you like it, let me know what you think

-K

Taglist: @chesca-791, @pearlkitten33

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

(cruel) summer || tom holland x reader

a/n: well...this took me a lot longer than I expected. I can only apologise for how long this has taken, especially since the absolutely wonderful @glahmouur​ requested it so many months ago. I hope you’re still excited to read, and that I’ve done it justice for you. clinging onto the last of these summer vibes before my favourite time of year - and hopefully plenty more writing to come over the next couple of weeks! I’ve missed you all so very much. enjoy x  word count: 3735 (oops) warning: swearing, gross paparazzi, little bit of angst summary: it’s the summer of your dreams with your favourite people, something was always going to try and ruin it

The trip had been booked for months.

Tom, Harrison, Harry, Tuwaine and yourself. Mexico. 

Two whole weeks. 

No interruptions. No work. Just pure bliss. 

And, it was shaping up to be the most perfect break.

The first couple of days since you had landed included a lot of amazing food, sightseeing around the quaint picturesque villages and cultural landmarks, tackling hiking trails and joining in on the sports activities set up for you and the boys on the crystal white beaches. 

Your favourite part however, was the amount of quality time you got to spend with Tom. Both of you were considered workaholics, and you loved your jobs, but it meant that for the majority of the year you were in separate locations working on your own individual projects.

You both deserved, and needed, this break.

The timing couldn’t have been better, as across the two weeks you would be celebrating your 23rd birthday. Birthdays weren’t always something you and Tom could share together in person, but you would always make it work with FaceTime calls and the promise of a do-over when you were together again. 

“Hey!” 

You tore yourself away from the soft paperback that was resting warmly against your thighs.

“Hm?”

You look up at your boyfriend, strong arms hauling himself up against the hot paved edging of the pool. He shook his wet curls out of his hair, droplets springing from the tips. Tanned, freckled shoulders peeked out from beneath the water. The sun, strong and intense, commandeered the bright blue skies. A far cry from the cold, rainy weather you’d left back home in the UK. You were unwilling to make your way back to your hotel room in the sticky heat for your forgotten sunglasses, and were instead using your hand as a shield from the glaring rays. 

“The water looks good on you,” you flirt, smiling across at him from your position on the reclined sun-bed. 

He grins back at you, cheekily. 

“It’ll look better on you. Aren’t you coming in?” 

You pointed to the book nestled between your legs, “I’m reading, plus the water is freezing.” You teased him, training your eyes back onto the page. You heard brief splashing alongside the laughter of the boys as they continued to play their water basketball game. 

A shadow blocks out your sun, dripping water onto the hot concrete. 

“Yeah, no. Sorry, but that’s just not going to cut it birthday girl.” 

Before you had a chance to take in his words, Tom had scooped you up from your position on the sun-bed. The light droplets from his wet, messy hair chilling your tanned skin. 

“Tom! No! Put me down! What are you doing?” You laughed, lightly kicking your legs, “Wait, at least let me put my book down first.” 

You felt the grumbled laugh against your body, as you gently tossed your book onto the lounger. 

“Okay, go ahead.” 

He pressed a sloppy, wet kiss on your mouth - your hand knotted in the back of his wet, tangled hair as you pushed for more.

“Love you.” He said, before dropping you into the pool with a splash. 

“You suck, Holland!” You shouted back to him, once you’d come back up for air, shaking water out of your ears and trying to scoop your tangled web of hair out of your eyes as he laughed, eyes twinkling. ****

You continued to watch from your perch on the side-lines, legs tracing patterns in the water whilst the sun beat down across your back and shoulder blades. The boys continued to mess around in the water. Your book had been long since abandoned on your sun lounger, pages now curling with the heat. You couldn’t contain your laughter when Tuwaine jumped on Tom’s back, Harry on Harrison’s so the two teams could race from one end of the pool to the other, legs peddling in what seemed like slow motion under the water; raucous fits of laughter emanating from both parties as your cheered on your boyfriend.

You couldn’t help but be automatically drawn to Tom, his smile so wide and eyes creased with laughter as Tuwaine casually slung his arms over his shoulders. His hair was completely dishevelled from the water’s attempts to flatten it entirely. You could see a smattering of freckles breaking out across his nose, complete with a small shock of pink on his cheeks as he was officially branded by the sun. 

“Hey, pretty girl – forgive me yet?” Tom whined, swimming up to the edge to meet you. He gently pulled your legs further into the water, sliding himself between them, wrapping his arms around your waist as your legs wrapped themselves around his. 

You laughed, pushing against his broad shoulders.

“Not sure yet. I’m thinking about it.” 

He gave a toothy grin before peppering a small cluster of kisses against your lips, “You look so good.” He mumbled quietly against your mouth.

You rolled your eyes at him, before returning the kisses.

“Oi, get a room you two!” You laugh as Tom covers the front of you, ultimately taking the hit of water from Harry.

He gives you a light squeeze round the waist, and a soft kiss on the cheek whispering a quick, “Hop on.”  

Wrapping your arms across his warm shoulders, you eased yourself fully into the water, feeling the immediate chill up your sides before wrapping your legs around Tom’s waist. Leaning forward against his back, he held onto the backs of your thighs – propelling you both through the water.

As you arrive next to the boys, you lightly floated away from Tom and were pulled into a one-armed hug by Tuwaine. As Harry held up a fist for you to bump against, you flicked your wrist just under the surface of the water – splashing him as payback.

Tom tread water with the cheesiest grin on his face as all the boys’ eyes immediately trained on you.

“Come on then, what’s this ‘mermaids’ game you were talking about – and how do we play?” ****

The air con hummed lowly, wispy curtains gently blowing in the cool breeze from the open balcony doors. The ocean twinkled in the late afternoon sunshine. You were sprawled out on the large king-sized bed wrapped in one of the hotel’s fluffiest white towels, legs dancing in the air behind you. Lounging on your front, wet curls drying in the cool air you could hear the faint sound of spraying water from the en-suite shower. It soothed you as you continued to follow the written words on the pages of your, now slightly wrinkled and rough to the touch, paperback.

Your phone vibrated from the opposite side of the room, plugged in and charging atop the rustic, vintage vanity table where your new camera, battery pack and Tom’s wallet had all been left.

The camera had been a special gift from Tom which he’d surprised you with on your birthday, celebrated only the other evening. He’d been so giddy the morning of. The carefully, yet haphazardly, wrapped parcel had protruded just slightly from under the bed in the hotel room you shared, where he’d attempted to hide it. You pretended you hadn’t noticed. Puppy dog eyes shone as he eventually handed it across to you, surprising you in bed as the sun was going down, casting golden specks across your bodies, as he whispered a soft ‘happy birthday’ against your lips. Beaming at you once he saw your sheer shock and joy at his thoughtful gift, he had kept the first photo you’d taken in his wallet from that evening. Just the two of you - both sleepy shadows, full from all the sweet lemon sponge cake that has been especially ordered up to your room - cuddled together, legs entangled as you fell into each other’s embrace.

You’d all taken a boat to one of the smaller islands for a special celebratory dinner the next evening; where Harry had surprised you with the battery pack, his smart quick-thinking leaving Tom with a pink blush upon his cheeks. You thanked him with a smile, the rest of the crew spoiling you rotten with drinks and food. As the boys parted ways, you and Tom had waited around for the sunset, high off the sparkling, sweet tasting wine you’d both consumed all evening – bewitched by each other’s titillating company. A small wrap was knotted around your waist, as you had all stayed in your beachwear, black bikini top on show as a server snapped a picture of you both with your new camera per Tom’s polite request. The sun burned low behind you both, it’s vibrant orange glow glistening across the water towards the cove. 

Posting the photo in your wine induced haze, you captioned it with a simple 23 and a golden heart before tagging Tom in the blurry, sepia quality polaroid.

You knew the vibrating would be your phone going into overload. A common occurrence that happened anytime you posted a photo with your boyfriend, the hordes of fans coming in full throttle to interact in some way.

Leaving it to buzz in the background, you turned your attention to the bathroom door opening. Tom stepping out as he shook his wet hair, towelling it dry as it stuck up in multiple directions haphazardly.

“Come here.”

You sat yourself up, legs crossed beneath you as he walked over to you – that soft smile high on his lips.

He sat on the end of the bed as you brushed through his temperamental curls, “Please leave it curly,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his tanned shoulder blades, running your hands through the brown locks.

“We’ll match.” He said, turning to you as your hands fell back into your lap.

“Would it be too much?” You asked, as he gently tucked a rogue drying curl behind your own ear.

“Oh definitely. But I love it.”

With that, he pushed forward. Noses brushed as you both relaxed into each other’s embrace, mouths eagerly seeking out each other, the sweet smells of lotion and ocean spray engulfing you both.

****

“Right, it’s my round! Get your orders in!” 

The whole group hollered at Tom, who pressed a firm kiss onto your forehead as you tilted it upwards towards him, his two hands cradling either side of your head. Your eyes closed involuntary at the warmth before you turned to watch him leave the table and join the small crowd up at the bar. Dressed in a tropical patterned shirt, unbuttoned and billowing just slightly due to the aircon, you took a minute to admire him from afar. He worked hard to look the way he did, muscles contracting and relaxing again with each breath. 

You pulled the thin material of your summery dress down further, eager to cover up some of the bare skin you had on show after seeing Tom’s. You paled in comparison to the web-slinging actor, and sometimes if you focussed on it too much you couldn’t understand why such a gorgeous man would be interested in you. 

“Hello. Anyone in there?”

A hand waved in front of your eyeline. Shaking your head, you returned your attention back to the table where the boys were trying to mask their laughter. 

“She can’t take her eyes off him for two minutes. Outrageous.” 

“What? I’m on holiday, leave me alone!”  

Tuwaine smirked slightly, as Harrison patted your arm reassuringly.

“Why did we agree to have a couple on this trip again?” Harry complained cheekily, grinning his cheesy grin at you. You reached an arm across the table and pushed a hand against his forehead, playfully shoving him back.

“Shut up, you love me.”

As Tom came back with the tray; a colourful array of cocktails, shots and ciders, the group continued to laugh and joke around, cheers-ing to your recent birthday and to the remainder of their holiday under the heat of the Mexican sun. 

**** “Uh oh, incoming Tom.”

Everyone was rosy cheeked as they tumbled out of the restaurant, laughing and giggling as the sun cast its low golden glow over the glistening blue waters. Waves gently caressed the edge of the shore as you revelled in the drunken clinginess of your boyfriend, and the support and love of your friends. 

You walked with Tom - the pair of you in your own little bubble, as he tucked you into his side, his arm slung casually across your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist. You could hear the thumps of his beating heart beneath the now buttoned up fabric of his shirt.

As the words spilled from Harry’s mouth, catching you all off guard mid conversation, Tom whipped his head round; immediately sobering up as his arm tightened around your shoulders. You peeked over his.

Behind a cluster of people, the striking black camera was obvious as the paparazzi pushed forwards, eager to catch a glimpse of the web-slinger himself.

You felt a brush of cold air sweep over your body, the hairs on your arms rising like tiny pinpricks as little goose bumps littered your skin. You straightened up, unwrapping yourself from Tom’s side.

“You okay?” He murmured into your ear, eyes hardening as he focussed on the path ahead of him whilst navigating the drunken, bustling crowds.

You nod.

“How did they even find us?”

You could sense Tom’s frustration and anger at the situation, resting a comforting hand on his arm. You knew what this meant, if the paparazzi had caught wind of where you all were, it wouldn’t be long before they figured out where it was you were staying and you couldn’t imagine that they’d leave Tom alone for the rest of his trip.

“I posted a photo the other night. Someone could’ve recognised the restaurant.”

It was during your worried ramble that the shouting started, camera-wielding men desperate to get a photo of Tom.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, okay? Let’s just head back.”

Your heart was racing as you were led through the dimly lit cobbled streets of the small village, losing Tom’s hand you were flanked by Tuwaine and Harrison – Harry hurrying up ahead with Tom. The camera shutters were getting louder and louder, the constant clicking ricocheting off the stone walls surrounding you as you attempted to block out the shouting and the grabbing hands of the people around you. The once happy, bustling streets now felt claustrophobic.

It was so easy to forget who Tom was in regards to his public image and celebrity status when you were together. Forcing you to recall that he wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was suddenly an A-list celebrity, ‘Spider-Man’ himself. Back home you could easily be together in public without too much attention – only having to accommodate for the occasional fan photo or dinner interruption. Premiere’s and special events weren’t so bad because the press was supposed to be there, and whilst extremely intimidating, you understood it was part of the job.

You noticed Tom and Harry slip down a small alleyway to the right, a blink and you’ll miss it move – as you and the boys continued up the cobbled paths to the main street. It was a distraction technique discussed every time the five of you went out together and had to deal with any irritating situation.

“They said they’re getting a car, and they’ll meet us back at the hotel.”

As Harrison organised your transport, you reached the main road – twinkling lights from the city and the roaring of cars sweeping past you. The paparazzi slowed behind you, their shouts less desperate now that it was obvious Tom was no longer with the group. Their frustration was obvious as they all grouped together, scanning through the photos that they had managed to sneakily take.

Then there was a stupid comment.

As the paps brushed past you all, one leaned in far closer than you had anticipated, stabbing a pointed finger straight into your chest and leaning in close.

“Think you’re so special. Girl like you. So many other beautiful girls out there.”

Whilst the language was slightly broken, you pieced enough together before Tuwaine stepped in front of you both.

“What the hell man! Fuck off, you’re just a bully, why don’t you just leave her alone, yeah? Pick on someone your own size!”

You grabbed at Tuwaine’s arm, shaking your head in silent surrender.

“Just leave it. It’s okay. It’s not worth it.”

“I just hate them so much. Never let anyone have a bit of privacy. Constantly looking to bring people down, and start fights - assholes!” He shouted down the road at the small cluster of men as they continued on their way, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “I’m fine. They’re just mad they didn’t get their picture. Let’s just get out of here. Should probably make sure that they don’t follow us back to the hotel.”

Harrison came jogging over, hand beckoning to follow him to a sleek black car parked just around the corner.

“Car’s here,” He paused for a minute. Noticing your smaller stature and Tuwaine’s puffed out chest and frown, he tilted his head, “We all okay?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Let’s go.”

Smiling a small, grateful smile you gave Harrison’s arm a comforting squeeze before sliding onto the black leather seats.

***** “Can’t even give us a couple weeks off. I love this job. But I would pack it all in if it meant that paparazzi just fucking left us alone.”

“Tom. Think we should call it a night.”

Harrison nodded over at you. Whilst your body was curled into Tom’s frame, your eyes unfocussed, having found a spot on the wall to gaze into as the boys all had a drink in the private hotel lounge.

You didn’t want to admit that the photographer’s words had any impact. And you really didn’t want to bring down the light-hearted, fun energy that your vacation had been full of. You were usually so good at brushing off any unwarranted comments, which were usually inevitable seeing as your boyfriend had such a large fanbase. There was no way everyone was going to like you, and you could cope with that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing so for ages now. But whether it was the alcohol you’d already consumed, or something else – you just couldn’t stop thinking about what the man had spat at you.

Tom’s body shifts beneath you, holding out a hand for you to take as you both rise from the luxurious chaise. Shaking your head out of your daze, you smile softly as you grasp his hand and haul yourself up.

“We’ll see you guys tomorrow okay. Thanks for tonight boys, and sorry for ruining it.”

“Tom, you didn’t-” Tom waved them off with a shrug, before sliding his arms across your shoulder and entwining your fingers at the other side.

“Night guys.” It came out as more of a whisper, as you processed to walk with Tom up to your floor, your head nestling gently into his collarbone.

****

The hotel room was suffocating.

You lay on your side, facing the firmly locked balcony doors. The room was cold. The air conditioning incessant with its obnoxious whirring. There was a rustle. The thin cotton sheets slide across your body as Tom hops in next to you.

“I’m sorry.”

His soft words caused your entire tension-filled body to exhale.

“Tom.”

You turned to face him. His eyes were closed, tiny creases etched into the space between his eyebrows. Tom didn’t like being vulnerable, you knew he was staving off his true feelings – the striking anger that was coursing through his body. Gently smoothing the creases out with your fingers, he leaned ever so slightly into your touch.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

You pressed a soft kiss on his brow bone before settling in next to him, bodies warm to the touch.

“I love you. You know that, right? Whatever they’re all saying, it’s rubbish.”

The lump in your throat that you had been impressively swallowing down all evening came back to the surface, the pressure building.

“How did you know?”

He shrugged.

“I saw some of the comments.”

The pictures had been released pretty quickly. By the time you had all arrived back to the hotel they were already circulating across the internet, which people took as the perfect opportunity to hurl insults at your social media pages.

He shifts his head to the left to look at you, eyes softening.

“Hey. You can let it out. It’s just me. C’mon.”

You curl further into him, as his lips caress your forehead.

“People suck.” You mumble into his chest as he wraps himself around you, lightly trailing his fingers up and down your arm, the skin bursting with tiny goose bumps. You revelled in the soothing comfort.

“Sometimes I just forget. I forget that there are thousands – maybe even tens of thousands - of people out there who just don’t like me,” Tom squeezes you that little bit tighter, “And it’s okay. I don’t mind, really. I just wish they didn’t have to be so vocal about it – about how I look, how I act, how I dress. About whether I’m good enough.”

“You are good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re amazing.”

Your lips pull up into a small smile as you look into those concerned brown eyes.

“You’re biased.”

He let out a small huff, chest vibrating beneath you, “Am not.” He sighed, those fluffy brows saying a thousand words, “I’m supposed to make all that crap better, not make you feel worse because of some so-called fans on the internet, and those stupid idiot paps; I’m so sorry.”

“Maybe if you just…weren’t so damn attractive. That would help.”

You both laughed.

“Oh, really?”

You nodded, as he pulled you in, peppering more soft kisses along your temple until he made his way down to your mouth.

“You’re ridiculous. And beautiful.”

Another kiss.

“And smart.”

Another kiss.

“And kind.”

Another kiss. “And I am so in love with absolutely everything about you. You’re enough. You’re everything.”

You felt your eyes glossing over. Scrunching your nose to avoid an onslaught of overdue tears, you felt Tom move beneath the covers – his arms wrapping around your torso, his curly messy hair resting on your stomach.

“I love you too.”

[lostjulys]

anyway since it's 430 am and no one is awake i am not going to share my lore hot takes but I WILL say that i do have lore hot takes specifically regarding how ccs view lore & view story on the dsmp.... i think fundamentally (with a few exceptions notably quackity wilbur tommy) most ccs did not join the server with the intention of creating a narrative or do not view it as a medium for storytelling for its own sake which intrinsically affects the way story progresses the way story is viewed... i think a lot of it. falls flat. or has plotholes or is narratively brushed over because the creators r doing it for fun content and clout not narrative creation. anyway specifically ive gotten rlly back into critrole and other actual play podcasts and what really fucking struck me is like. the visibly deep care and love and affection these creators have For the world and story they create... i can't help listening to campaign sky/jacks and hearing the gm's lovely, evocative descriptions of settings and places that are just. clearly overflowing with love for the world they created and have so much time and thought and imagination and effort put into them and compariing it to the dsmp where doomsday bbh destroying the prime path the unused mansion etc are some of the more recent lore builds.. this imo is why dsmpblr has such an attachment to the genuinely meaningful historical builds like tommys house lmanberg snowchester etc... i feel like a lot of the ccs. don't realize how much a fucking Lot of people love lore and are genuinely invested in the storytelling.. anyway what inspired this post was me buying a $60 critrole sweater with knit patterns based off one of my favorite characters & realizing they named their merch store after an in-universe magical items shop that's well-beloved by both players and viewers and thinking. damn. that's really fucking cool! i love that!! i love seeing a gilmore's glorious goods receipt in my inbox!!! i rlly would pay actual money for in-universe dsmp merch. a lot of people would! it's something ive seen talked about a lot in dsmpblr! the ccs would make a lot of money off badlands themed merch or in-universe las nevadas merch!! i genuinely don't know why they had this lovely gorgeous story going and then just like... dropped it? it could have been so much? idk. i'm sleepy. it just makes me sad to like. love a story so much and know that maybe... a handful of its creators love it too. idk have been consuming more books & media created with intent lately & realizing hey it kind of sucks writing pages of analysis over the symbolism of lilies of the valley as forgiveness as this beautiful bittersweet motif of flowers that runs through ctommys storyline only to realize hey he just grabbed whatever was nearest. the lily of the valley was actually just a flower mumza gave phil. it was just convenient. yeah puffy threw her entire character arc out the window to join the syndicate. yeah ctubbo and techno are friends now. like idk man if im gonna spend time and love and brain juice etc thinking so hard about a piece of media i at least want it to be a story that's created with love for it. yk??

[adezahnae]

Is That a Game You Wanna Play, Princess?

A/N: Here is my SECOND Oneshot of my Dilf!MathTeacher!Stepdad!Jaehyun AU. I know I said that would post two Oneshots yesterday but I got caught up with Easter and meeting new family. Besides these were pretty long and I’m still writing the second Oneshot. SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG😭

Warnings: Smut, teasing, public teasing, slight public masturbation, rough sex, slight choking, hair pulling, ripped clothing, Daddy kink, fluff, sweet talk

Your POV

I simply just say, I woke up and I chose to be bratty. I wake myself out of the bed and I didn’t see Jaehyun around anywhere. I got up and went to the closet and wore one of my outfits that he most likely enjoyed me wearing the most. I put it on and continued my daily routine. We were pretty late so I had to hurry. He was already downstairs, gathering up things and I came up behind him and gave him a hug.

“Good Morning Princess-“ He was cut off at the sight of my short tight dress that was hugging my curves and some boots to match it. He breathed out and grabbed his keys. “You better be on your best behavior, that’s all I know.” He warned. “Of course!” I smiled. We made our way out of the door and to the car. I put my seatbelt on and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek while my hand traveled to his pants.

He quickly grabbed my hand and looked me dead in my eye. “You will and I mean will not do this to me today.” He said. I nod and he pulls away and pulling off and out of our driveway.

We made it to school and the day is going good as it should go. Except for one thing, my bratty behavior. I would tease him by licking my lips, biting on them, flicking my tongue at him and mouthing ‘Daddy’ at him. He narrowed his eyes me. “Behave.” He mouthed. I watched him teach all of us and I spread my legs, making sure no one saw me. No one ever pays attention to me, since no one dared to mess me with me knowing how my dad gets.

I slipped my hand past my underwear feeling over my wet folds. I bit my lip and continued to watch him. When he was looking my way, I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back. I looked back up at him and I was suddenly strike with fear. His eyes were shifted into an angry disappointed look. It was a look showing me that I was gonna get it when I get home. Now I’ve done it. I took my hand out of my underwear. He went behind his desk and pulled out his phone. I got a text from him and I opened it.

Daddy❤️: You wanna play with fire, so that’s what I’ll give you.

I gasped and looked up at him. “Your ass is fucking mine.” He mouthed at me. I whimpered and replied back.

“I’m sorry!! Please Please Please forgive me!!”

He didn’t reply back and he continued with grading papers as all of the other students were working on math and talking among themselves. Why did I do this? I regret every moment.

After the school day was over, I ran to the car to where he was. He got in the car without saying a word to me. I panicked. “Jaehyun-“ “Shut up. You say one more word and you piss me off more.” He said looking at me with fiery eyes. I put my head down. He started the car and sped off out of the school parking lot.

We made it home and my heart thumped hard in my chest. “Get your ass in here.” He ordered getting out of the car. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the front door. I followed behind him, with tears streaming down my face. He opened the door and I followed in. He shut the door and he picked me up and slammed me against the wall.

His hand went around my throat. “Daddy..please..” I begged. “Aww now you wanna beg? You can forget about my mercy any time soon..” He growled. “I’m sorry...” I said. “Your pathetic ass apology is not working.” He said. He whispered down in my ear. “You will feel nothing but torture...” I gulped and whimpered at his words.

“OOHHH DADDY PLEASE!!” I cried out. My hands were tied to the bed, my dress ripped open at the front, his hands are prying my legs open as he fucked me at brutal pace. Tears were streaming down my face. I was now at my fourth orgasm.

“Turn around.” He growled. I turned onto my knees. He forced my face into the pillow. He ripped my dress at the back of it and threw it somewhere in the room. He bent down to my ear. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” He whispered. I whimpered and nodded my head.

He yanked my hair hardly and he landed a strong and hard smack on my butt, causing me to jerk forward and cry. “You better use your goddamn mouth, Y/n. I’m not playing right now.” He growled. “Y-YES!! FUCK YESS!” I screamed. “I don’t think so..” he tsked. He slammed into me without warning and started at a rude pace.

He growled and smacked me on my ass again. “You’re so damn disrespectful. And you think you deserve me stopping?” He asked. I cried at his words. I knew was a bad girl today, and I know what I’ve done. At first I was enjoying this so much but now, It was true torture. My heat was way too sore and my legs and arms had bruises from where he gripped me at. I had hickies all over my body and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Daddy! DADDY STOP! STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP!! I-IT HURTS! IM IN PAIN!” I screamed as I cried. His actions stopped all together and reached to quickly untie me. I silently cried as he pulled out me and took me in his arms. “I’m sorry...I’m so so sorry. I went too far.” He whispered. He looked at my body and seen all of bruises.

He placed kisses on my bruises and carefully turned me around. He seen my messy face from my makeup and the red markings on my neck. He looked in my eyes and looked in his. He was broken, he was hurt. My eyes were bloodshot red from my tears and they were clouded with pain.

He kissed me passionately and whispered to me. “I’m sorry Y/n. I-I didn’t mean to be this hard on you. I messed up big time, I know..” He ran a finger over my neck and winced in pain. “Ouch...” I yelped. He hurried and pulled up his pants and picked me up carefully and carrying me our bathroom.

He placed me on the counter and pulled out a kit. He started to heal my bruises. “J-Jae..This hurts!” I whimpered. “I know, I know. I’m sorry..” He whispered while rubbing my hand in comforting way. After this, he walked over to the bathtub and ran a bath. He took my hair bow and tied my hair up into a ponytail. After the water was filled, he placed me inside of it.

I whined at the burn of my bruises when I came in contact with the water. He took my body wash and my wash cloth and cleaned me. He washed my hair and massaged my sore scalp. He hummed a song, making me feel sleepy and soo much better. He wiped of my messy face and kissed all over it.

After we were done with bathtub, he wrapped me in the towel and walked to the closet. “I’ll be back, stay right here..” He whispered. I nodded my head with a yawn. He came back with one of his button up shirts and my pink fur slippers. He took the towel off of me and slipped the shirt on my body. He buttoned it up and put my slippers on me.

His hand brushed over the bottom of my foot, making me giggle and pull my foot back. He smiled up at me and did it again. I laughed pulling my foot away. “Stop it, Daddy..” I said. He laughed and kissed my ankle, finishing putting my slipper on. I hopped of the counter into his arms and he carried me back to the bed. The bed was made up and it had extra pillows on it.

With me still in his arms, he sat down on the bed by the headboard and laid me beside him on the pillows. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. “I wanna watch Disney+..” I mumbled. He turned it to one of my favorite childhood movies and watched the movie with me.

“You’re such a big baby at heart.” He smiled. I giggled at his words. After a while, I felt way much better. I remembered our past moments just now. Now that I’m thinking about it, I remembered how...sexy he really looked. The way he was angry and man handling me was so attractive and it turned me on again.

I then realized...HE NEVER CAME! Oh my god, I have to make it up to him. I peeked up at him and seen that he wasn’t paying me no attention. I shifted and grabbed a hold of his belt, about to unbuckle it. He took my hand and kissed it. “No.” He said. I gave him a pout.

“What?” I asked. “You’re not making it up to me. Not like this.” He said. I sighed. “But, I got to cum and you didn’t...” I said. He sighed. “We’re not having sex for a while.” He said. “Why? What did I do?” I asked sitting up. “It wasn’t you, it was me. Seeing you in pain like that was heartbreaking for me. I went wayy too hard on you.” He explained. “B-But...” I crawled onto his lap and kissed him on his lips. “Please..” I whispered. He kissed me again and put me off of his lap.

“Baby..no. Let’s just lay off the sex for a while..just you and me. Nothing else.” He said. I nodded and laid down. I sighed and turned over. “Hey..” He called. He turned me around and placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you..” He whispered. “I love you too.” I replied with a smile.