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ms-demeanor · 6 months

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I think the eight alarms thing is usually a maladaptation. You've trained your brain to ignore the eight alarms because you kept avoiding the training of willpower following the first alarm would require. I think some sleep therapy might help?

Hey so first of all fuck you, thanks.

Second: I love it when you read literature on sleep disorders, especially if it's on sleep disorders among folks with ADHD, and you see time and time again "when allowed to sleep on their preferred schedule subjects maintained healthy, normal, restorative sleep cycles" and "effects were not lasting without ongoing intervention; resetting the sleep schedule is a permanent effort."

Like, if I sleep *great* from 6am to 2pm and I wake up feeling rested and alert with no special help but I need to turn off the lights in my house and shut down all electronics at 8pm and beam a spotlight into my face starting at 5am to wake up at seven and feel exhausted all day, I think perhaps it is not actually my sleep cycle that is wrong it is perhaps society that is wrong.

BELIEVE ME, when I find the job that pays well and has decent insurance that lets me exist as a cheerful nighttime ghoul I am jumping on that with both feet. But until then I literally feel better getting six hours of sleep and occasionally sleeping so hard that i can't hear my alarms because of chronic sleep deprivation than I do turning off all the lights in my house and ceasing all activity two and a half hours after I get off of work.

Also: the eight alarms aren't all there to wake me up, it's just that sometimes I *also* sleep through the ones that are supposed to remind me to go sit at my desk and start work. One of the first three usually gets me up, but on a day when I sleep through all three of those I will be sleeping through all eight of them and usually a phone call and someone trying to shake me awake to.

ANYWAY after being treated with melatonin and light therapy and staring listlessly at the ceiling in the dark bored out of my skull with racing thoughts for sleep disorders that I didn't have for like twenty years the single most effective intervention that allowed me to get more sleep as someone with both ADHD and DSPD was to start hanging out and being active in places where it would be easy to fall asleep if the sleep caught me there instead of turning my bedroom into a dark, silent shrine of snoozing. Giving myself permission to fall asleep late instead of laying awake chewing myself up with guilt for not being asleep helped too.

Actually here's some tips for the sleepy bitches in the crowd:

1 - If you're laying down and not falling asleep in half an hour, you're not actually sleepy; read something or get up and do something because you're more likely to get sleepy faster that way than you are staring at the clock going "if I fall asleep now I'll have three hours and forty five minutes of rest when I have to go to work; If I fall asleep now I'll have three hours and twenty minutes of sleep when I have to get up, etc. etc."

2 - Allow yourself to be ambushed by sleep. Fall asleep on your cozy couch. Fall asleep in the comfy chair. Let yourself sleep where you fall asleep instead of dragging yourself to where you're 'supposed' to sleep if doing so will wake you up.

3 - The mythbusters thing. If you just lay down and close your eyes and pretend to rest you will feel more rested when you get up than when you laid down. Laying down to rest is better than nothing, it literally causes cognitive improvements similar to sleep in tests, and knowing that can help take off some of the pressure of not being able to fall asleep and can thus help you fall asleep.

4 - It's okay to "hang out" in the area where you're going to sleep. Read in bed. Play games on your cellphone in bed. If you want to go to sleep put on comfy clothes and bring a chill activity and hang out in your bed to do it so that all you have to do when you start getting sleepy is close your eyes.

5 - It's better to get some sleep than no sleep. Sometimes you look at the clock and it's six AM and whoops, fuck it. Okay, time for bed, don't stress that you're only going to get a few hours, a few hours is better than nothing. Lay down to pretend to rest at least and you'll probably feel okay.

6 - This one sounds silly and might not work for a bunch of people for a bunch of reasons but apparently there's some research suggesting that "well-rested" is a state of mind? I've had a reasonable amount of success with just telling myself "Yeah, I actually feel pretty good," and pushing through the day on a couple of hours of sleep. I don't *recommend* that and you should try to get as much sleep as possible, but yeah the next time you're low on sleep see what happens if you just try to decide to not be tired. It sounded like bullshit to me when I first heard it but I've found some success with it.

7 - This shit is cumulative. If you're doing a couple nights a week on low sleep that's not ideal but you're probably going to be pretty functional and you can work on it. If you overbook and overextend yourself for too long - I'm looking at you college students and new parents - it's going to add up. Try as much as possible to at least keep your sleep deficit nights spread out. (This message brought to you by writing 60k words of fiction in october and completely frying my brain because i wasn't getting enough sleep).

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slvtforfiction · 3 months

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Could you pls write a Johnnie guilbert x f! Reader where reader is a famous song writer and she’s up late at night like around 2:00-3:00 am working on a new song and Johnnie is sick and tired of her staying up all night and not taking care of herself so one night he gets up and hauls her ass to bed and when reader try’s to protest he tells her to stfu and plops right on top of her so she can’t go nowhere.

☆ Ahhhhh yes omg thank you anon x

☆ Sorry it’s short ☹️

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Fluff

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“Pumpkin,come to bed.” Johnnie whispered as I shook my head, “I can’t,I have to finish these lyrics.” I whispered as I barely looked away from my computer screen.

“When will you come to bed? It’s already midnight.” He told me and I nodded my head, “I know,I’ll be in bed by one,I promise,but I really have to finish this.” I told him with a sigh.

“If you’re not in bed by one,I’m turning off your pc.” He told me jokingly and I giggled, “Sure.” I said lightheartedly with a smile.

I continued to write as Johnnie walked off to bed,I had to finish these lyrics because the deadline was in three days,I was already behind and if I didn’t get this posted to them I would be worse off.

The amount of emails I was getting about the deadline was finally getting to me,the pressure put on me was keeping me up at night.

Ironically enough it was a song about the love between two people.I’ve always loved Johnnie,since the moment I saw him,so the second I got the chance at a love song I took it.

I hummed a tune to myself,listening to the beat of a song and editing the lyrics to fit the best I could. I knew I would end up scrapping and editing a few lines but I didn’t mind,as long as I got a base for my writing.

“You’re my my my lover~” I sung softly to myself as I checked if the lyrics matched the beat.

It was the most ironic situation I’ve been placed in,Johnnie was always looking out for me,taking mental health days off with me and always making sure I got enough sleep,he was the perfect example for a boyfriend.

I hummed softly to myself as I mind mapped some feelings for the song,the best I got up to was :

•love

•kindness

•looking out for people

•Caring

This was before I realised I was writing a song about Johnnie essentially. I was listing everything Johnnie had done for me,past and present. Johnnie was the perfect model for any love song.

I sit there tapping my pen against my paper,slowly running out of ideas before I edit a few more words.

“This is our place.” I hum to myself and quickly edit the line before I forget to,I smile as I realise i have my own house with the person I love. The realisation pulling a smile into my face.

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?” I whisper as I read out the lyrics,humming the tune to myself. This had become a love song about Johnnie and no one would know,I laugh to myself at the actualisation.

And before I knew it the click of the clock on my laptop changed the time to 1am, “Hey sweetheart,I need you to come to bed please,this isn’t good for you.” Johnnie whispered standing in the doorframe.

“Five more minutes,” I say as I look up at him, “Please!” I whisper to him as I see the disapproval sat on his face. “Okay,but after that im gonna have to drag you to bed.” He laughs but I know he would probably do that.

I mean ; not literally but Johnnie would drag me kicking and screaming if that’s what he had to do to get me to snuggle up to him in bed and sleep.

I edit a few lyrics and words before resting my head on the desk for a brief moment. A brief moment then turns into Johnnie tapping my arm, “Love wake up,you can’t sleep here,come to bed.” He whispers lovingly.

“No I have to finish this.” I say quietly looking up at him, “No,you’re coming to bed come on.” He says as he picks me up by the waist,holding me up to his waist without a reaction.

“Okay.” I whisper quietly.Tiredly I rest my head on his shoulder as we walk into our shared room,i strip myself of my clothes and put on my Pyjamas before huddling up in bed next to Johnnie.

“I love you.” I whispered as I kiss his cheek, “I love you too,princess.” He whispers before I drift of back into sleep.

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader

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luvvzluna · 25 days

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠~ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬~ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲~ 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

ꨄ

i was editing the next Friday video for nick, he forgot to and was too tired now as it was 3 in the morning, so he asked me to do it for him. I was sitting at my desk, editing the video when i feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist. of course it was chris, being annoyingly clingy as per usual.

“come to bed ma.. i wanna cuddle..” chris said in his tired, raspy voice as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “i can’t baby i have to edit your video for nick..” i reply, also sounding tired. “your way too clingy..” i blurt out and all i hear was him groan in frustration and feel his arms trailing off my body. i look behind me and see him huffing due to the fact that i wouldn’t come to bed.

a few hours pass by. i close my laptop, finishing editing the triplets video. i swing around in my chair and look at chris, asleep, sprawled out in the bed. i get up off my chair, feeling exhausted as i drag my feet towards chris’ bed. i shift him over, pushing his leg out of my way as i crawl into bed beside him.

as i get into bed, i pull the covers over my body. i lean my head on chris chest and wrapped my arms over him but as soon as we touch i feel him turning over, his back now facing me. i furrow my eyebrows in confusion, was he mad at me? what did i do? i try to hug against him again by wrapping my arm over him, but he just grunts and shoves me off.

i stare at the back of his head for a while, feeling a little hurt before i also turn over, facing the other direction while my thoughs race through my mind. i just lay there helpless, wondering what on earth i’ve done for him to be this pissed off at me.

i wake up the next morning, all i can think about what how chris basically shoved me off of him when i tried to show him affection last night. i turn over to face him but i see that he isn’t even beside me. i immediately sit up on the bed. i yawn and stretch before i get up out of the bed, assuming he’s downstairs with nick and matt or something.

i walk downstairs, assuming right when i said he was downstairs with his brothers. i brush my messy hair out of my face and behind my ears, trying to act like nothing happened, letting myself look less tense. i see nick look at me and smile, same with matt. i just smile back before looking at chris who just nods and looks away. the smile fades off my lips as i still look at him. i just shake my head and walk towards him.

“hey can we talk?..” i whisper to him as i rest my hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eyes with a confused expression with a hint of hurt. he just nods and stands up, grabbing my hand as we both walk back upstairs to his bedroom to talk. we stand there in silence for a while, i didn’t know how to begin the conversation at first, but eventually i give in and just blurt out whatever i was thinking.

“what’s going on.” i say as i look him right in the eyes. he just furrows his eye brows and looks right back at me, maintaining eye contact. “what’re you talkin’ about?” he says as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “cmon don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on. you’ve been ignoring me. you wouldn’t even let me touch you last night for gods sake! what’s going on, this isn’t like you!” i yell at him, out of frustration but he just stares at me, still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“thought i was ‘too clingy’ for your liking hm?” he said as he said “too clingy” in air quotes, my face softens as i realise that’s why he hasn’t been touching me. he didn’t wanna come across as clingy, i immediately feel a wave of guilt wash over me, feeling extremely bad for saying that. “cmon baby you know i didn’t mean it..” i say in a softer tone than before. “hm.. sure.” chris says as he goes to walk away.

i step infront of him, stopping him from going anywhere by standing in his way of the door. “hold on, i’m not done talking chris.” i say as i watch him sigh and i can tell by his face that he’s listening. “you know i didn’t mean it.. i’m being so honest, i love when your clingy because your being yourself and i know you have issues being alone and i’m sorry for saying your too clingy.. i was just pissed off, please.” i say sincerely as i maintain eye contact with him so he knows how genuinely serious i’m being.

he just stares down at me, softening his expression as he nods. i wait for him to speak, still standing in his way. “okay.. i’m sorry.” chris said as he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a very tight hug. i smile to myself as i wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him back tightly. “i love you.” i say, tightening my grasp on him as i hear him mumble out, “i love you too..”

☆✩☆

a/n: this is my first time writhing so don’t judge! enjoy!!!! ❤️

i had no clue what i was doing while writing this btw.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolos #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo edit

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for pretending to lose consciousness and using it as an excuse to drop out of school?

This happened when I was in HS but it's still eating me up. I (18F at the time) suffer from a severe case of IBS, which went undiagnosed for years. During the events of this story, I had no idea what my illness was which I suffered from ever since I was a toddler. My parents took me to several doctor, all who insisted I was perfectly healthy. Every year, the pain would get increasingly worse, and we try a different doctor every once in a while. I gave up seeking medical help during middle school because I was frustrated, the doctors believed I was faking to skip school and refused to write me notes. My parents know I don't lie, yet the doctor's words got to them. They don't exactly think I'm faking, but they think I'm exaggerating a mild stomachache because I wanted to skip school and have no will to fight. I mean, it's true that I have a low tolerance to pain, even getting my hair straightened is a painful experience for me everytime.

Anyway, since IBS tends to attack when someone feels bad, high school was the worst period in my life for numerous reasons but mainly because I was getting severely bullied. Also due to my frustration with doctors, I started believing that my illness was terminal and had yet to be discovered and I was severely depressed thinking my death was soon, which made my IBS worse. When the pain was at its worst, it felt like my belly was being stabbed from the inside by several knives, it leaves me to exhausted to get up from my bed. I always locked my room's door so my parents wouldn't try to drag me out of the bed Whenever I wanted to skip school. Despite at the constant pain I was in, never once did I lose consciousness because of it. Sometimes I wish I could faint so I wouldn't feel the pain for a short a period of time, but it never happened.

In days which pain is manageable, I try my best to go to school, I often attended 2-3 days each week. I specifically insisted on going to this school because it's lenient, unlike the school my parents tried to send me to.

However, just because the pain was manageable, it didn't mean that I was feeling fine. The constant exhaustion from the severe IBS attacks left me tired all the time and I just wanted to lay in my bed again. I spent most of my time at school resting my head on the desk and teachers got used to it, but they drew the line at me actually falling asleep in class.

It happened when I was like 4-5 months away from graduating, I just wanted to rest, I had enough of the pain that I didn't want to set afoot in school again, but my parents wouldn't let me. Eveyrone thinks I'm fine and just exaggerating, that's why, I used my perfect acting skills to drop to the floor while sitting in my chair, I heard everyone whispering about how worrying the way I fell was, that it must be something serious. Classmates kept shaking me for a minute but I didn't react because I wanted it to look real. I eventually pretended to wake up and told them that I couldn't handle it anymore. That period was my Physics final, which I didn't study for, and I didn't want to take it. I have no idea what lessons we took because I never studied or paid attention in class, I was literally at my limit.

I was allowed to rest that day, and when I went back home I told my parents about losing consciousness and that I desperately need to rest. They allowed me to drop out on the condition I go back to school the next year, I agreed, but secretly believed I would never live that long to attend school ever again.

My best friend cried really hard when I told her we wouldn't be graduating together and begged me to reconsider. I told her my illness got worse to the point I started fainting, and I desperately needed to rest.

Of course, I'm still very much alive and learned what's actually wrong with me (I literally self diagnosed myself based on people's experiences on the internet then "confronted" a doctor about it) and the IBS attacks are mild and manageable these days since I know what I need to do to avoid them, I have a full time job and rarely ever need to skip. But the guilt is making me feel like TA for worrying everyone about me and breaking my bff's heart. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hello, hello!

May I request headcanons of Mammon, Solomon and Lucifer with a reader who likes to take naps at random places?

Mammon, Solomon and Lucifer with a GN! s/o who likes to take naps at random places

I haven't written anything for OM for a long time and I'm so ashamed of that… here, hope you will enjoy it!! <3

GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh?! Have you fallen asleep again?! Humans are so strange.."

-Mammon has no idea how you are able to find enough comfort in such places like your desk, kitchen's chair or something.. It's unbelievable, you're like Belphie!

-So expect some whines from your first man who keeps acting all annoyed and angry by your sleepy behavior. He wanted to play some games, actually, and you again fell asleep right when he brought a new deck of cards!

-..but he actually likes it. Because when you fall asleep like that, he has a chance to admire the beauty of your face more carefully, being much closer than he would allow himself when you're awake.

-"You have no idea how it hurts, s/o.." - he mumbled, not hiding his bright red cheeks as you didn't see it anyway. Instead, Mammon's hands are on your hair, as he fixes small locks that fall on your forehead. - "..to not be able to show you my whole feelings.. But it's my fault, isn't it? I'm just a fool who needs to be more bold.."

-It's one of his favorite things now. Talk with you about some sweet nothings that he's usually too shy to say out loud. ..yet most of the time it's all ended up with Mammon showering you with compliments. He can be quite poetic, actually, telling you some deep words that probably would make your stomach tickle if you would actually hear it.

-...Asmo catches him at least one time when Mammon has his casual chit chat with his adorable sleepyhead.

-As an avatar of Greed, he always preferred to hang out in his room where no one can poke their nosey little noses in his business with you and interrupt his fun by dragging you away. Also, Mammon is just hoping that you will fall asleep on his couch instead of the one that is standing in the living room. And then your generous boyfriend will have no choice but to keep you in his room for the whole night, carefully carrying you in his bed to cuddle.. and maybe to place a few kisses on your forehead?

-"S/o, look, I found out about this new curse.. Oh. Someone decided to take a little break?"

-It's amuse him so much, to see how you always don't miss a chance to have some rest, letting your guard down whenever he's with you. Well, you fall asleep so easily because you feel safe around him, no?

-Absolutely like to study with you. Or maybe study you? Solomon is sitting here, reading one of his magic books.. Or at least is what you think he's doing, when actually his eyes are fastened on your adorable face, watching and memorizing every small change in your expression as you slowly start to drift to sleep again, right while sitting at the table. It's much more interesting than any books he's ever read before or will have a chance to read.

-"You're so adorable like that, s/o.." - he chuckled, stroking your head before taking his phone from pocket and turning on the camera. - "You don't mind a little photoshoot? I swear to keep it only to myself.."

-Would love to wake you up with tickles or slight pinch in your cheek just to see your grumpy sleepy face as you mumble something under your breath. Teasing you is so fun, and now Solomon would drag another amusing reaction from you by showing off these precious pictures with you.

-But if you fall asleep during lessons he wouldn't even try to tap your shoulder or something, letting you have some rest and hiding your sleeping figure behind books. In this case you would have to pay a visit to Celestial Realm and borrow his textbooks as you don't remember anything from school today.

-And who knows, maybe another wave of laziness will hit you and you will fall asleep right in Solomon's room, leaning on his shoulder as he explains to you a new section. It's a good way to be alone with you, as you're always busy with Demon brothers.. Ahh, or maybe now he can play with you in a little fairytale? Do you remember how the prince woke up his Sleeping Beauty?

-"S/o, I was hoping you will help me with some paperwo- …Ahh, nevermind."

-Seriously? Again? After he literally caught you sleeping right on the floor in the living room this morning? Unbelievable..

-Well, it just means now you will spend all your evenings with Lucifer, as he's checking on you and not letting you fall asleep again. But then why did you always end up sleeping on his lap while he worked on some documentary? The way his arm patted your head is so soothing and soporific, turning your small nap into a whole full deepsleep, and absolutely not waking you up..

-I didn't tell you this but Lucifer absolutely loves to lend his coat for you whenever you fall asleep. Your face always gets so soft and he swears he can notice your smile getting bigger as you cling to warm fabric with the light smell of his cologne.

-"Huh.. You should be honored I let you slack off like that.." - he signs with furrowed brows, then a playful smirk appears on his lips as he tickles your face a little. - "But I'm expecting you to return a favor for me, angel.."

-Loves to tease you about this goofy habit, comparing you with Belphegor sometimes. Well, but his youngest brother never would be as adorable as you are, at least because you don't mind clinging to Lucifer's chest when he's hugging your sleeping form and playing with your hair.

-If you end up falling asleep somewhere beyond the walls of his bedroom, your lover doesn't mind just carrying you to his place, even if someone from his brothers finds your adorable defenseless form first. Of course he would just tell them that he's going to give you a proper punishment and scold you for being so careless when actually Lucifer can't wait to get this cute sleeping face only for himself to admire. Well, but he can teach you a lesson and wakes you up with a few kisses, right in your lips. If you want to receive more, then you should try to control your sleepy behavior, dear..

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kattze · 2 months

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PT.1 GHOST X GN READER slow burn

(Pt.2)

So y'know a few people MIGHT read this and honestly if you do THANK YOU!!!!! anyways if there's any mistakes please tell me (pretty please with a cherry on top).

I slowly walk to my Captains office dragging my feet along the way. "Christ... I'm about to get an earful." I roll my eyes at the thought of getting another lecture, but I won't be surprised if I do... either way it's not my first time messing up during missions and causing people to die it's not the most positive thing about me...I cringe at the thought of people dying because of me.

I pause in front of the captain's office pondering on my choices before knocking. I hear a firm, "come in '' I make my way into his office. He gestures to a chair in front of his desk.

"Sit down soldier," he sighs and shakes his head before speaking once more "You are being transferred to a new base which means a new team." He looks at me studying my reaction

I shake my head before responding "so I'm not getting discharged...? Well...where am I going sir?" I say curiously waiting for his response.

"I am not sure, soldier but they'll be here at 1500 hours. I expect you to be ready for departure." He leans forward with a stern expression. "You may leave." He gestures towards the door. I quickly leave and go to the barracks.

I look at the clock next to my bed and it reads '1445 hours' 15 minutes before I leave. I have my belongings packed and ready to go. I rub my eyes and let out a yawn. I wander around base until it's time for me to leave. I walk to the helipad and get into the helicopter. I look at the old base that I'll never see again as the helicopter takes off. I lean my head back and take a nap, I wake up once I feel the helicopter landing. I exit the helicopter and I am greeted with a guy with a fishing hat(or bucket hat idk whatever makes you happy) , and another guy who's tall and bulky, who's also wearing a ski mask with a skull. The older looking one with the fishing hat walks up to me. "Captain Price, good to meet you kid." He offers his hand for a shake

I shake his hand and introduce myself "good to meet you too Captain. I'm Y/N L/N but my codename is c/n."

He smiles and points to the guy with the skull ski mask. "That's Lieutenant Ghost, he'll show you around, and you'll get to meet the others soon."

Price walks away and Ghost stares at me like he's reading my thoughts. He turns around and starts walking. "You comin' or you gonna keep staring like a twat?"

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and scoff at the insult. "Yeah yeah I'm goin ''" I shake my head as I make my way towards him. He's quite tall and built, I wonder how long he's been in the military? I decide to ask out of curiosity

"so, how long have you been in the military?" I ask as we continue to walk towards base.

"None of your business." He answers coldly as we finally enter the base.

"Jesus.." I roll my eyes at his answer. He shows me around base keeping his cold and monotone voice the same throughout the whole tour. He walks me to the barracks,

"You'll be staying in the barracks, lunch is in 20 minutes." Before I could respond he turns and walks away.

(NOT MY GIF)

Honestly if this flops I'll probably continue posting more parts out of boredom idk it depends.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost x gn reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost x y/n #ghost x f!reader #ghost x male reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #im lazy

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elemit · 3 months

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A Gift, A Curse

A story in which we discover just how damned an ascended vampire can be, and just how far you will go to save the spawn you loved.

Read in full on AO3

dead dove/not beta read

fic warnings: Abuse, Angst, Biting, Blood and Gore, Blood Drinking, Bondage, Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Food Restriction, Hate Sex, Horror, Mental Coercion, Mind Control, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rough Sex, Sexual Coercion, Torture, Total Power Exchange, Trauma, Vampire Bites

Chapter 17: Hope

You wake up to a clear head and reach automatically for the cup of blood that has been placed beside the bed. Astarion has already left for the day. Your sleep was deep and undisturbed, but as soon as you awake your mind drags you back to the last things you saw before bed.

That flash in his eyes. Perhaps it is only hope twisting yet another knife in your gut, but you think, pray, know that it was him, deep down, clawing briefly to the surface. The Astarion you once knew. The Astarion who loved you.

Your resolve is set, and you know you have to act fast, before your bravery can falter or your hunger can distract you. You have to appeal to that part of your husband that so recently made an appearance.

You dress yourself, giving the mirror a wistful glance before you leave on the hunt for the man that you love.

You find him in his study, sitting at the desk from which Cazador once ruled his coven. The words tumble out of your mouth as he turns to see who has entered his sanctuary; before his dark red gaze can wilt the courage that you have scraped together to face him.

“Please, Astarion, if there is any part of you still in there, just let me go. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. This isn’t how I thought our future would be.”

He laughs at your supplication. “Don’t be stupid, darling. You’re mine, remember? And that means your future is mine to decide. Your actions are mine to decide. I’ve told you time and again how lucky you are that I chose you as my consort.”

“I’m not your consort, I’m your spawn.”

“You are my wife. And we’ll be together forever, darling. I can promise you that.”

“How can you say I’m your wife when you make me— when you treat me like a whore to offer up in whatever business dealings you are undertaking!”

“Oh, please. You should be grateful that I can still see some use in you. It’s not like you have any magical ability to speak of anymore.”

You freeze.

“How... How do you know that?” you ask in a low voice. Even you didn’t know that; not really. You’ve seen the signs, of course, but you hadn’t wanted to believe them to be true. You wanted it to just be a temporary effect of the new hunger that plagues your every waking moment. He smiles at your reaction to his words.

“I had an inkling. It seems that in draining every drop of your blood when I transformed you, your powers were taken from you. You see, I realised that some of my newfound powers felt strangely… familiar. It seems that what was once yours is now mine. I always had some magic myself, of course, but never anything like yours. Not until now. I suppose what they say is true: sorcerers really do have magic in their very blood. You will still have some magical residue, I imagine, from the single drop of blood that I fed you?”

This is too much. Too far. There was so much of yourself that you were willing to give up for him; friends, principles, dignity, life. But your magic was what made you you. It felt like it was your very soul. And now he has taken that too. Astarion gives a sympathetic pout, but you see the twisted pleasure dancing behind his eyes.

“My little spell-less sorceress,” he croons. Then he murmurs words that you once knew and waves his delicate pale fingers in a pattern that is somehow now foreign to you, and you find yourself lifted from the floor, held aloft by the telekinesis spell that had once been your own.

“Just let me go,” you whisper. “You’ve taken everything from me.”

“Everything you are, everything you have, everything you ever will be is mine. Why by all the gods would I ever let you go?”

“Please,” you say, voice breaking.

“Don’t cry, darling. Come here,” he says, and he moves his hands, and you float over to him. He places you on the floor by his feet, guiding your head with his hands to rest upon his lap. He strokes your hair gently, and you think back to the last time you sat in this position, basking in the warmth of the drawing room fire on the night before you were wed. You had been so full of hope.

“There, there, little love,” he soothes. “You can sit with me again today. I haven’t been paying you enough attention, have I? That’s why you’re acting out like this. It’s ok. We’ll make it work.”

He pretends not to feel the hot tears soaking into the rich fabric of his trousers. You think to yourself that hope is a hellish thing.

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perpetualcynicism · 10 months

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(an elaboration on this post.)

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it’s dark when heizou wakes up to fetch a glass of water. the digital clock at his bedside reads 01:47. he slips out of bed, treading lightly through the corridor and to the kitchen.

he does not expect to see you sitting at the dining table half-slumped over your laptop, the screen’s light blaring onto your face. it illuminates dark bags under your eyes and a frown on your lips. you don’t seem to notice him. heizou clears his throat.

“what’re you doing up this late?”

you glance from your laptop to him. there’s a hint of despair in your voice as you say, “writing an essay.”

he blinks. “right. and when’s it due?”

“…tomorrow morning. well, later today, actually.”

heizou whistles. “man alive. cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?”

“this is standard procedure,” you reply. “you’re just usually asleep while it’s happening.”

heizou pulls out a chair to sit beside you. “how much have you written?”

the despair’s there again when you answer, “about half. maybe less.” you press your forehead into your hand with a sigh. “i am literally on the verge of a mental breakdown right now. like, i’m holding back tears.” you laugh as you say this, but it’s humourless. “gods, why have i done this to myself…?”

“i hate to break it to you, but it is sort of your own fault for putting it off so long.”

another sigh. you rub your eyes. “i know. i just… i can’t do this. i’m never going to finish it in time.”

heizou catches the slight waver in your voice. “is there anything i can help you with? organising notes, proofreading… anything?”

“can you stop time?”

“…unfortunately not.”

you mutter a curse under your breath and return to tapping away at your keyboard.

“i’ll get you a drink,” he offers. “tea, maybe?”

“that would be nice.” your eyes don’t leave the screen.

“caffeinated or decaf?”

the clack of your keys stop for a moment. “decaf would be the wiser choice.”

“so… yes to decaf?”

“god, no. i need some caffeine right now. a lot, actually.”

“alright, then,” he chuckles.

what heizou doesn’t tell you is that the steaming mug he hands back to you contains no caffeine whatsoever. hopefully, you thinking it does will work well enough to give you some energy. he gets a mug for himself, too, and sips it from his chair beside you.

around half an hour later, you turn to him, eyes squinting in both exhaustion and confusion.

“why are you still here?” the question no doubt comes out harsher than intended because of your fatigue. “you should be asleep.”

heizou shrugs. “moral support?”

you hmph another humourless laugh. “that’s nice of you, but you really should go to bed. it’s, like… twenty past two.”

“nope. i’m staying here until you finish. i’d feel bad leaving my roommate to pull an all-nighter all alone.”

you sigh. “fine. i’m way too tired to have that conversation. just… try not to distract me, i guess. no offence.”

“i’ll do my best.”

you both sit there in silence until maybe an hour later, when you slump forwards onto the desk with a groan.

“…you okay?” heizou asks, peeping his head over your shoulder. he’s surprised to find your voice hoarse when you answer, slightly muffled by the table.

“no. i can’t do this. this is terrible.” you draw in a shaking breath. “i want to give up. i’ve barely made any progress. i’m going to fail life.”

“woah, woah, woah,” heizou says, patting your shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “that’s going a bit far, don’t you think?”

you sniffle dejectedly. “no.”

he would usually laugh at this, but you sound earnest. he changes his approach.

“hey. look at me.” you don’t move. “come on, look at me. please?“

you hesitate for a moment, but eventually drag yourself upright. he tilts your chin slightly upwards. the eyes which meet his are red-rimmed and shining. his own soften with sympathy.

“you can do this, yeah?” he skims his thumb over your damp eyelashes. “i know you can. you’re making good progress.”

you don’t look convinced, and wipe your eyes with your sleeve. heizou wonders what he should say to get you to carry on.

ah. i know.

“i’ll give you a kiss once you’re done if you continue it now.”

you scoff. “yeah, right.”

“i will.”

you look sceptical. still, you do actually resume working on the essay. occasional sniffles accompany the click of keys. heizou sits with you the whole time, watching your fingers fly across the laptop’s keyboard. he struggles to keep awake and his eyelids droop every other second, but he stays. you glance at him now and again from the corner of your eye, probably wondering what he’s still doing here. he knows he’s seeing this through to the end with you.

three hours later, you close your laptop and fall forwards onto the table.

“done.”

heizou blinks to bring his wandering attention back to the matter at hand. although tired, he grins. “i knew you could do it.”

“i think it’s one of the worst essays i’ve ever written.”

“even so, you managed to finish. i’m proud of you.”

“mm.” you pause. “thanks for… staying, by the way. i appreciate it.”

he smiles back, the olives of his eyes warm. “no problem. but maybe try to not leave it until the last minute next time, eh?”

“uh. right. yeah… maybe. but speaking of which… the essay’s due at ten thirty, which means i should probably get up at nine at the latest to leave time to proofread it before handing it in…”

heizou taps your shoulder. you look up at him. “hey. enough about the essay. it’s finished.” he cups your face in his hands and softly presses a kiss to your forehead. “let’s get you to bed, hm?”

you seem too tired to react to something as brief as the kiss—something he finds quite endearing, actually. heizou takes your hand and leads you along the corridor. you stop by the bathroom.

“i’ll just rinse myself quickly. and brush my teeth‘nallthat.” your words slur together at the end.

“you are so adorable sometimes, you know?”

you blink slowly. “huh?”

“what?”

“did you say something?”

he smiles. “nothing important.” you grunt. “just don’t fall asleep in the shower, okay?”

“i’ll try not to,” you say, half-serious, and step into the bathroom. he lingers outside, leaning against the wall.

the hiss of water tells him you’ve turned on the shower. once it stops, a voice says guiltily through the door, “…i forgot my pyjamas.”

heizou breathes a laugh. “right. i’ll bring them over for you.” he takes the clothes from your room and hands them to your bare arm through a crack you’ve opened in the door. you thank him, and a moment later, emerge fully clothed. your hair is ruffled from the use of a towel. cute, he thinks.

“ready to go to bed?” he asks, holding out his hand. with a heavy nod, you take it and let him lead you to your bedroom. when you reach it, you collapse onto the bed.

“i can sleep,” you breathe, incredulous. “oh my gods. i can sleep.”

“you can sleep!” heizou confirms brightly.

“for… three and a half hours. yaaaay.”

he winces. “ooh. yikes.”

“shit.”

“yeah…” he purses his lips. “but, hey, i’ll make you breakfast in the morning. how does that sound?”

no reply. he looks down at you to find that you’re already asleep, having fallen face-first onto the bed. he chuckles to himself, turning you over carefully and tugging the blanket over you. his eyes linger on your face as he turns to leave the room, and he absentmindedly wonders who gave you the right to be so adorable.

“get a good three and a half hours,” heizou calls softly, and pulls the door closed behind him.

#it’s sort of fitting that i wrote this at one in the morning isn’t it #but anyway #enjoy the elaboration #genshin impact x reader #heizou #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader

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mastervanilla · 1 year

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Distraction

summary- you noticed that albedo have been so busy lately, although this is expected from a busy genius alchemist like him, the difference is, he’s overworking himself wayy to often,let's say you HAVE to put a stop to his actions~..

cw- femdom!reader, body appreciation, kissing/making out, kissing his marking(the diamond in his neck), love bites, teasing, and mentions of cum(came/cumming)

btw he gave you the nickname dove, because why not?

you decided to give albedo a visit since it’s been awhile you’ve seen him,only to find him asleep on his desk with papers stacked on the side, which was confusing to you since it’s uncommon to find him asleep while doing paperwork, as the mischievous (name) yourself, you decided to play with his hair for awhile.

a few seconds later he’d awakened for his sleep

“huh..oh (name).. i'm delighted to see you, what brings you here?..”he sheepishly asked.

“oh! your awake, well to answer your question, i’ve decided to give myself a visit here as its been awhile since i visited, i miss you dearly love~”you said while cupping his face.

the very last sentence you said seems to surprise albedo from the obvious pinkness of his face.

“i’ve missed you too dove, although i must thank you for waking me up, it seems that i’ve fallen asleep while doing paperwork.”

“apologies my dove but it seems i have to finish these papers first, i'm afraid i can't keep you company for awhile” he said with serious face.

“aww, but can you rest for awhile? Its clear to me that you’ve been overworking yourself” you said with a pouting face.

“(name) you know i have to finish this, i like to finish my work without delay.”

while he was going back to work you decided to distract him for a bit

he was about to pick up a paperwork however you snatch it form him

“(name), give it back, please”

“you know what, i’ll do it myself”

pinning you next to a wall with both of your hands above your head with his hand holding it, with his free hand, he took the paper you snatch away from him

“and i’ll be taking this~ ” albedo said in a teasing manner

you were surprised from his action, yet you still found yourself ,smiling- no smirking.

this distracting went for a while, from kissing his neck to sitting on top of his desk.

eventually albedo finally gave in

“(sigh), fine, i’ll keep you company.”

“...!”

“what’s with the surprised face? Isn’t this what you want? to get my attention? hmm?~” he said.

you grinned, it seems that you won this little game of distracting your precious boyfriend.

you grabbed his hand, and dragged him to his bedroom. You took his coat off and hanged it to a coat hanger

“love, do mind lay on the bed for me?_♡”

he was surprised of your action but nodded and followed you request

“i want you to be comfortable okay?_ if you want to stop just say ‘’mercy’’, got it?_~♡” you said while he nodded

“good boy”

he let you take the lead when he was in bed, kissing him sweetly and slowly, which made him whine for more.

with your hands roaming all over his precious body, tracing the side of his waist, gripping his thighs, but it seems its just not enough,

“m-more_please._”

“more what?_ use your words love_~”

“i want_m-more, more of your kisses, more of your touch_more of everything”

“good boy”

you continued, kissing till his mind go fuzzy, but this time more passionate and rough.

“mmm!_haahh~_M-more!_”

you herd his request and went for more

You went down from his mouth to his neck, kissing his markings and bitting his neck, it seems to be enough for him

“mmm_ h-haah- hah_~”

His quiet whines and moans are so angelic, I guess you need to reward him more often.

“mm~_ your so good love, so good”

“your so beautiful love _ I want to - no I need to see you like this, so beautiful and precious~_”

He whines from your lovely complements, you went down for more

Kissing every part of him, shoulders, chest, and thighs

“mMmhm!- haahh_ too m-Much-mhM!”

“too much?, Where was the confident and flirty albedo earlier? hmm?”

Kissing his thighs near his area, oh you could just see him trembling, whining for more

“please (n-name)”

You didn't want to waste anymore time, you didn't want your love to be waiting so long, do you?

Touching his length, my god he's practically shaking right now.

“Ghh! haahh~ s-so good~”

After awhile he came, you took some of his sweetness in your tongue

“you taste so good, good job love”

“I_ l-love you dove”

“haha~ I love you too love, rest well”

He felled to such heavenly sleep, my my was he so adorable, you cleaned him up and yourself,

afterwards, you cuddled with him, he move closer to feel your sweet warmth, resting his head on top of your chest

“sweet dreams love”

achievement unlocked 🔓 ❕

💭Sweet dreams~

Unlocked special character ~❕🧁

#sub albedo #sub!albedo #smut by miko～☆#sweet smutie ♡"～☆#♡×`✧ : credits goes to the rightful owners of the gif and pizel art!! :D #♡ : albedo ~#sub!genshin

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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A Moment Captured - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Tommy wakes you up with books and cuddles you except the tension gets too much for feelings to be held back

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: none I think

Y/N’s POV

I stir at the shift in weight on my bed, eyes fluttering open to find a very sweet Tommy sitting there, a small smile on his face as he brushes my hair out of my eyes. His own are warm and kind, catching cognac in the morning light that filters through my curtains, twinkling as he watches me. His hair is a deep and rich shade of brown, so rich it’s mostly black and his curls are tousled from his patrol, only adding to his addictive charm.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty,” His voice is low and gentle, like a hug to my brain. There’s a hint of mischief in his tone as if he’s trying, and failing very badly, to suppress that boyish grin of his and it causes butterflies to stir in my stomach at the sight of him. His eyes are flicking to my bedside table as I pull myself up into a sitting position, a little self-conscious I’m in one of the shirts I stole from him and panties and that’s it but I quickly forget all of that when I realise why he’s so excited.

There is a stack of books on my bedside table, five of them. I’m in awe as I pick up the first book, “A Fault in Our Stars” by John Green, I remember seeing my older sister read that a year or so before the outbreak. The cover is tattered and the pages are yellowed but there’s something undeniably beautiful about it’s worn edges. I run my fingers over the spine, feeling the grooves left by countless readings, knowing that this was once someone’s favourite book as I flip through the pages as see notes scribbled in the margins. It’s like holding a little piece of someone who has passed, keeping that person alive with their messy scrawl in the palm of my hands. My fingers ghost over the faded writing, feeling connected to the person who once held it and poured their thoughts and emotions onto its pages.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing that these books have been neglected due to the outbreak. I can only imagine the joy and solace they brought to people before the world feel apart and it’s heart-wrenching to think that so many things were lost in the chaos. But it’s moments like this that give me hope, the fact that these still exist even in their worn and neglected states which in itself is a testament to the resilience of humanity.

Tommy’s shifting where he’s sat, eyes flicking briefly away before coming back, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he bites his lower lips slights as if trying to think of the right words. He’s usually confident and flirty but he almost seems shy and uncertain in this moment. Seeing him drag his plump bottom lip between his teeth has my heart fluttering and he notices the way I have to shift a little myself. That confidence is back in an instant as his lips curve into a mischievous grin, eyes sparkling with playfulness. It’s a subtle gesture but it’s enough to make me flustered and breathless, like he’s teasing me without saying a words and I should be mad but I just feel more drawn to him, especially when he speaks, “Scoot over sugar, let me join you for a bit.”

I’m stuck watching him as he stands, slipping his jacket off to place it on the back of my chair at my desk, my face flushing at the sight of him. He’s in a fitted button up that hugs his toned chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination as his muscular arms flex when he sets the jacket down. My eyes are gliding over his tall figure, admiring the way his jeans cling to his thick and muscular thighs and I’m daring a glance between his legs to see if his jeans are that tight but they’re not. He’s reaching for my old Polaroid camera I found a few months ago, holding it out to me with a raised eyebrow and teasing smile.

“Take a picture doll, put it to use when I’m not around to stare at.” His voice is low and full of unmistakable desire when he speaks, a hint of teasing still in his tone. The southerns drawl only adds to the sensual quality of his words, making my heart race at the implications ad his voice sends shivers down my spine and pulls a flush from me.

I’m frozen in place when Tommy moves so he’s leaning against the wall, crossing his arms and flexing those muscles, sending me a playful smirk and gives me a look of ‘well?’. So I raise the camera and click it, the flash almost blinding before the familiar whirring fills the room. I catch the picture as it starts to develop, Tommy moving back to the bed and sitting next to me, leaning in to watch the image slowly take shape. I can feel his breath ghosting over the back of my neck and the way his thigh presses against mine. Tommy’s snatching the picture form me when it’s developed enough to see what it is and he’s holding it up, studying it before speaking, “Not bad Doll,” His voice is low and husky, “But it’s not as good as the real thing, is it?” He’s leaning closer, breath hot against my ear, “Maybe I should take one in the bathroom for you.”

My face burns as I try to come up with a witty response but all I can manage is a shy smile, the asshole leaving me speechless. He’s always teasing me but this is different, this is more intentional and as if he has an end goal instead of our usual teasing and flirting. He’s moving suddenly, drawing a surprised sound from me when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me between his legs as he shifts himself to sit against the headboard of the bed. My back presses against his chest and I can feel the warmth radiating from him as I pick my book back up, intending to start reading it and act as if he has no affect on me.

I really try to focus on the book but the tension in the air is making it hard to concentrate, especially when he’s shifting a little and his body is molding to mine perfectly and his breath hot on my neck, drawing goosebumps. The rough pads of his fingers trace circles up and down my arms, making my skin tingle and I’m leaning further back against him. His chest rises and falls against my back comfortingly, a contented sigh slipping past my lips. I’ve been reading the page over and over again, unable to focus on anything other than the feel of Tommy surrounding me.

My head falls back against Tommy’s shoulder, feeling his chin brush my hair. Our eyes meet and I can see the affection and desire in his gaze, my heart racing again as he leans in. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me but he stops just short, breath hot on my cheek and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I choke out, “Please.”

His composure breaks and his lips are meeting mine, both of us giving into the overwhelming feelings of want and desire that has been simmering between us. The heat of his body, the scent of his cologne, the roughness of his facial hair against my skin has a sound escaping my lips which he swallows eagerly. His lips are soft and tender against mine yet so full of desire and longing it’s almost overwhelming. Our lips move together in a slow and sensual dance, each kiss deeper than the last. His strong arms wrap roundly waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us, the book slipping to the floor. Those large and calloused hands grip my waist, lifting me up and spinning me around to straddle his lap in one smooth movement that draws a sharp gasp from me.

Heat is radiating off of Tommy as he pulls me so close to him that his chest presses against mine, my arms wrapping around his shoulders while my fingers slide into his curls, revealing in how silky they are despite having been on patrol this morning. His hands roam my body, exploring every inch as I moan into his mouth, him reciprocating the sound.

The kiss breaks too soon, ragged breaths while his hands continue to roam and one slipping under my shirt to trace patterns on my back while the other holds the back of my head so his fingers can tangle in my hair. He’s tugging lightly, tilting my head and so his lips can travel down my neck, leaving a trial of hot kisses in their wake. My hands gripping his own hair tighter as I let out a gasp, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through me. It feels like you've been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it's finally here, it's like a breath of fresh air. Your heart races as you deepen the kiss, lost in the heat and passion of the moment

Suddenly, Tommy’s radio goes off and Joel’s familiar voice echoes through the room, telling Tommy to get his annoying ass back to the gates so he can help his brother with a building that needs a few fixtures. Tommy’s sighing into my neck, reluctantly sliding me off his lap and standing but there’s a mischievous smirk on his lips. Before I can ask he’s disappearing into my bathroom, the Polaroid camera in his hands, my heart still racing from our kisses moments ago. All I can do is wait patiently, listening to the sound of the click of the button and the whirring of the camera. Finally, Tommy returns and hands me the developing picture.

I’m spluttering as the picture develops: it’s a dick pic. He went to the bathroom and pulled down his trousers and took a picture of his hard dick. I should be tucking the picture away but I can’t help but stare at it as Tommy is no way small and I can’t help when there’s a longing ache between my legs. I can imagine how much he’d split me apart, being able to feel every drag and the way the tip would probably brush against my cervix. Lips are capturing mine in a kiss that leaves me wanting more and he knows it by the smirk of his lips as he steps away after.

His voice is low and sultry when he speaks, “I’ll leave you to image it sugar but I will be back to show you how it really feels.”

“Tommy!”

“Love you Sugar!”

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thehistoriangirl · 2 years

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I’ll Show You, [My Love] In the Shelter of the Night

It’s September and you know the S stands for smut— I can’t really justify myself for this huh. Well, all I’m gonna say before posting this and running away into the woods it’s that I had to try at least one time, right?

Viktor x Fem!Reader----3.9K----NSFW, +18, MDNI [yes, ajá]

‘Synopsis’: When you and Viktor had to share a bed, both dreams are enough to evidence the real feelings towards each other. [Ignore the terrible summary, this is actually just kind of fluffy smut]

Idk if put the task after the read more

You were sleeping at ease. It was a cold, rainy night—it had been a rainy day, actually—, and you had to wake up early for a test tomorrow morning, so you went to rest relatively early, a tea of valerian half-empty on the nightstand. The house was especially quiet when Viktor came back from the Academy in the middle of the night, you didn’t even hear him open the door, roaming in the kitchen for a midnight dinner nor when he was taking a shower, but between your fuzzy dreams, you discerned a knocking sound.

Thinking that the sound came from the rain tapping the windows, you rolled over and covered your head with one of your blankets.

Knock, knock, knock. There was again.

In the eerie silence of the night, the sound of your name called you back to reality. You recognized the characteristic cadence, the slight pause between syllables as if he were unsure to continue. Sitting against the headboard, feet still tucked under your covers, you waited for some seconds, your heartbeat rushing into your ears until the knocks returned. You didn’t want to sprint into the hallway just to realize it was a dream.

This time, the knocks were lighter.

"…Viktor?" you said because it couldn't be anyone else.

You dragged your feet out of bed into the cold floor, tiptoeing to open the door. He was waiting in the dark corner of the hallway, the metallic fidgeting of the cane reverberating in the silence between both. If you focused enough, you could smell his shampoo.

“Hi, do you need something?” you muttered, a yawn escaping your mouth. What time was it?

“Eh, yes? I… wanted to ask if you would let me sleep on your bed tonight?" It was dark, with no lamps to illuminate his expression, but his fast speech denoted his shame. “I forgot to close my window in the morning, and encountered my bed drenched.”

You leaned against the door, your sleepy brain recovering its sense of reality. You both had busy a busy day ahead, probably the reason he stayed so late at the Academy today.

“Sure, come in.” It wasn’t the first time you organized a ‘sleepover’ that was more of a study session that ended up in falling asleep of exhaustion hours later in the same bed, though all of them were done in Viktor’s room.

You entered first, kneeling subconsciously into the lower drawers of your closet to retrieve some extra blankets after turning on your lamp. He used a lot, for what his laundry could tell. He was awkwardly standing on the threshold, a pillow beneath his arm. He was probably seeing that you used to sleep in the middle of the mattress, too shy to even sit.

A nervous laugh rolled off your tongue, at least you tidied up when you made your laundry hours ago. You quickly pulled your pillow into the side further the door, tossing the blankets so they could cover the mattress. You patted the surface, sitting on your side and deliberately giving him your back so he didn’t feel observed. He closed the door slowly, leaving his cane against your desk.

You were already tucked inside the covers when you felt his weight move the mattress slightly. Heard him sigh, you tugged the end of your blanket against your nose, covering half your face. You shouldn’t be smiling.

Calm down or he’s going to hear your pulse from the other end of the bed. Do you want that?

“Goodnight, Viktor.” You said while snuggling down to sleep, back turned towards him. So you couldn’t catch he indeed was facing your back.

"Rest well," he whispered back, observing the way your soft hair fanned out over the pillow like a hue. Lingering longer than it would take him to reach for the lamp on the nightstand, he rested his weight against his pillow and tried to close his eyes, only to be tempted with curiosity to watch his shoulders slumping down and rise with each calmed breath.

He couldn’t bring himself to sleep as peacefully as you, he was too nervous. The bed wasn’t small, but all the place smelled like you, and the gap between you two felt strange, the bed already warm when he slid inside. Even if the room was colder than his, despite his habit to sleep inside a cozy cocoon of blankets, he wouldn’t gather the courage of nuzzling closer to your warm body, which was reserved for his wildest dreams.

Or so Viktor wanted to think.

His dreams always proved to be treacherous, or at least since he met you. He supposed it was fair, after all, it was the only place he could not hold back from his true inner desires.

Inside his turbulent mind, the fantasy that clouded his mind for quite a long time repeated itself: with your body pressed between the bed and his, legs beautifully wrapped around his hips as you both encountered the other with each hungry thrust. He could only ideate how your hot touch would set ablaze his skin, would you bite, or scratch him while he made you reach your release?

His dream woke him up in the middle of the night when he heard a whimper. You were sleeping, clueless about the battle displaying inside Viktor's mind. He had moved away from the safe space at his bed’s side, practically hugging your body, allured by the warmth of your skin. Catching down his accelerated breath, too afraid to wake you up, he thought about running away and sleeping in his soaked mattress after all. Though he couldn’t, not when he was sure you would ask in the morning.

And he would have to confess his feelings… He bit his lip when he felt your hips rolling against his shaft, his hard shaft. For your steady breathing, he was sure you were sleeping. But then why…?

You moaned lightly, shamelessly grinding against him. He put his jaw against the top of your head, trying to ignore the burning sensation inside his pants in the search for a clear mind. What was he supposed to do? Probably pushing you away, but he didn’t want to do that.

But another part of his mind, the one he was trying to combat, revoked in a somewhat twisted curiosity. Could you be dreaming of him?

You shifted your position, furthering your butt against him. A pleased hum escapes from your lips. Viktor growled, his lips pressed in a fine line. If he didn’t appreciate your friendship that much, he would’ve woken you up and then make his dreams—and probably yours, if he was lucky—a reality.

It was too much for his resilience. It was not only your smell now, but it also was your warmth, and your soft hair pressed against his cheek, you were so soft, with your body pressed so invitingly, he never felt more secure. Cursing under his breath every time your hips rolled against his erection, a very distant thought haunted his mind.

He had to sleep if he didn’t want to perform badly in his test.

“Mmm… Viktor…” you sighed, another roll of your hips came to torture him. "Oh, Viktor."

He swallowed, cold air entered his throat when he muttered against your hair: “Are you… dreaming of me?”

You stopped for a moment, and he froze. “Viktor, touch me,” you cried, and necessity tinted your voice. His hand gently laid against your stomach tensed. He could feel the edge of your panties’ hem with his fingertips.

“…I can’t,” he answered with his jaw tense. He wanted to, but it was wrong.

“Viktor, I love you,” you whined as if that would solve the problem.

He was shivering, for desire or emotion, it didn’t matter. A layer of sweat covered his brow. Snuggling against your hair, his tongue rolled with a chuckling plea. “If only you weren’t sleeping… the things I would do to you.” The worse thing it could happen was that you didn’t remember your dreams, but even if your desire was unconscious, there was still the tangible possibility of you didn't reject him when he confessed his feelings for you.

And for the steady rhythm settled in your hips rubbing against his cock, Viktor would probably confess tomorrow. His patience could only extend for so long.

He was carefully tracing your breath and the little moans that fled your lips to catch the moment of your orgasm. But Viktor was surprised about the way your body trembled against his while you cried his name between gritted teeth.

It took all his inner strength not to roll you over and put himself deep inside of you. Instead, he hugged you closer. “You are so beautiful,” he muttered, snuggling his nose against your hair, trying to seal your essence in his mind. Viktor was so entranced, that he didn't notice the change in your breathing. “I love you, too. You have no idea how much.”

Slowly, you rolled in his arms. He couldn't see your flushed face, but he sensed the extra warmth irradiating from your face. Blinking, you muttered: “Am I dreaming, am I not?” You tried to sit while supporting your weight on one elbow.

His gaze shifted to the deep V of your dorm shirt. He knew he should avert his gaze, but curiosity, and lust, allowed him to follow the taunting line of his gaze.

The shirt was too thin, and the neckline too pronounced he could see the sweet curves of your breasts, the taunting peaks of your nipples outlining against the fabric.

“What did you say—?" You were too sleepy and shocked, and ashamed, to connect your thoughts into a logical thread. You were about to open your mouth again when Viktor pulled you almost on top of him as his lips clashed with yours.

Your surprised exclamation was muffled against his mouth, devoured by him while your body straddled him like it was a logical next step—in your dreams sure it was—always mindful to not press too much weight on his right leg. A new sound escaped your lips in the form of a moan as your hips began to grind against his throbbing cock.

So this was what was poking your back.

His hands were all over your body, from caressing lightly your cheek so you wouldn't dare to break the kiss to roaming under your shirt, playing with the sensitive skin of your breasts. Your skin was flushing hot against the cold bedroom, the rain still pouring against the window.

You had to break the contact to breathe. His eyes glowed like beacons, but the gold was darkened with lust. Your skin was covered in goosebumps every time his fingers traced delicate figures in your back and stomach.

Your breast tingled and swelled and tightened into hard nubs that begged for his kiss. You wanted to take the cloth off your head and into the floor, to be bare in front of him. But—

You shifted your body so you couldn’t feel his erection pulsing against your core. “Viktor” you huffed; voice strangled with unfinished desire.

He rolled his hips over, accommodating you on top of his length still covered. You bit your lip to avoid copying his movement. “Mmm?”

“Are you sure about this?” You were friends, and even if you wanted to cross the line to the unknown, you were terrified of ruining the relationship you two already have.

"About what, this?" he muttered, pulling you close as he kissed you again, this time, nibbling at your lower lip for you to open your mouth. "Or this?"

He reached for one of your breasts, rubbing his thumb against one hardened nipple. You jumped at the electrifying sensation running down every nerve, ultimately leaning against his touch.

“Please let me have you,” he left out in a shaky breath, pressing his cheek against yours as he leaned to bury his face in your neck, leaving little trace of kisses there too.

“Would you not regret this in the morning?” you had to say, smelling the essence of his hair so close to your nose it was intoxicating.

He jerked up his head towards you, wide eyes, and mouth open. “In the morning I will treasure you even more.”

You couldn’t hide the smile plastering on your flushed face. Under the covers, you reach for his dick, stroking him lightly with your nails. He grunted, sending you a gaze outlined with dark, arched eyebrows.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

You hummed. “I guess it’s okay.”

He smiled mischievously, his hands slipping from inside your shirt to the waistband of your panties, his touch leaving a burning sensation on your skin, your breasts swelled, hypersensitive against the thin fabric of your pajamas.

“I think it’s my time to enjoy, don’t you agree?” You felt your toes curl in response when his dexterous fingers caressed your clit. He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with his thumb.

You couldn’t answer, and any attempt to send him a glare grew futile as you were arching your back to give him full access.

“Hmm, so eager already.” He stopped after sensing your body tense, ready to chase your climax. Whining, you tried to frantically put his hand inside your panties, but he hid it inside the covers.

“Viktor—”

His eyes burned when he looked at you between his dark lashes. “Tell me what you want.”

You pouted. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“Not this time.” He tugged down at the hem of your panties, just a little. The cold temperature of the room made goosebumps on your skin, or at least you blamed the ambiance. “I just want to be sure, too. If you won’t regret this in the morning.”

You froze as your same words spilled out his mouth. Then your fuzzy memory picked up a perfect answer.

“Well…” you muttered in an airy sigh, using your knees to rub yourself back and forth along his shaft, feeling your wetness against his underwear. He grumbled in response. “What do you think I was dreaming about just now?”

Viktor chuckled, you couldn’t see if a sweet pink was painting his cheeks, or if he would blush in other places besides his face when he pushed you away slightly to take off his shirt because of the room’s darkness, only barely outlined by the streetlamps shining near and the dimmed moonlight filtering through the rainclouds. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to turn on the lights, no when the smooth shadows enveloped you like satin, only outlining the necessary. Flashes of silver with each lightning breaking the sky. One of his hands cupped your cheek, the other hand brushing away hair that could block his view of your face.

“Then, let me show you my love,” he stated, tangling one of his hands in the back of your neck to pull you closer. His kiss was desperate and hungry as his fingers grasped your soft skin with such strength you know it would leave bruises, but your hands embraced him, nails scratching his back.

You took off your shirt between kisses, hissing at the feeling of your hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest. One of his hands slipped from caressing your face to cupping one of your breasts, massaging the soft skin while your hips grinding against his.

“You are so tantalizing; do you know that?” His kisses traveled down from your lips to your jaw, descending on your neck. Shivering, you felt his tongue leaving wet, hot kisses that rivaled the still, cold air of the room. You extended your neck to give him unobstructed access. With his other hand, he was touching the sensible skin near your entrance, inner thighs tingling against his light touches. You moaned when one of his fingers slipped inside the fabric, teasing your folds for a second. “So precious and wet.”

“Please touch me,” your cry sounded so strange to your ears, and Viktor looked shocked, even if it was only for a second before he could recover with a smug smile.

“Hmm, you may have to be more specific.”

If you were in another situation, you would have hit him. But despite your position on top of him, he knew that he had the upper hand. This time, that is.

“Touch me here.” You snatched one of his hands and put it outside your pulsing core, your fingers touching the soaked fabric of your panties as you put your intertwined fingers right above your entrance.

“I-I’m afraid something is blocking my access.”

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it?” you smiled, stroking his cock lightly. He tried to rock his hips into your touch, but you pull away too quickly. “How bad, I can’t reach you either.”

Laughing at his glare, you felt his hands at your hips.

“Lay down.” His demanding tone made you even wetter, feeling a new layer dripping out your pussy.

You wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you as if you were the only oasis in a desert, and he was thirsty. The pillow was soft when your head sink in. Viktor was preparing some pillows for him to support his leg now that both his leg and back braces were gone.

“Do you want help?”

“Mmm, no. I think I would prefer to take off your clothes myself.”

“Oh.” Below the blankets, you were clenching your thighs together trying to alleviate your desperation.

The clock on the wall rang 4 AM. You were half-sitting half-laying against your pillows and the headboard, Viktor’s hands were sliding down the last piece of clothing off your body. He made the panties a ball, not before pondering them with a warm gaze.

“They’re soaked.”

You opened your legs so he could see, your center pulsating with wet, hot desire. “It’s not the only thing soaked here.”

“I wonder…” he reclined towards you, almost laying down next to your body, hands crawling slowly from your stomach to your pussy, to finally rub your clit a couple of times in vicious circles. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

You almost screamed when he plunged two fingers inside of you. You leaned toward him, nails digging in his shoulders as you rode his hand. He looked at you with heavy eyelids, his free hand brushing one of your nipples.

“That’s right, take your pleasure.” He kissed your brow before bending down to your chest to replace his hand with his mouth.

Feeling your climax chasing after you with your eyes close while he gently sucked your skin, rasping your taut peak with his teeth, you pulled at his hair, making him whimper before coming back with full energy at your other breast.

You were desperately pulling off the waistband of his underwear, feeling him twitch under your touch. His tip was wet too, which made you rub it in circles and then up and down. Biting your lip, you leaned against his ear.

“I want you inside of me,” you groaned, still riding him when you cum. As you were shaken by the waves of bliss that surrounded your body and clouded your mind.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of your walls squeezing his fingers, to then nibbling with new motivation into the soft skin, his hair tingling your collarbone and neck with every movement of his head. “That makes two of us.”

You grasped him from the hair, forcing him to see you even if you missed his attentive touches. “Then what are you waiting for?” You were still riding the high of your release when Viktor retreated his fingers off you. Jumping at the sensation, you scratched his cock lightly.

“Not today, I’m afraid.” He kissed you softly. “We have to sleep while we can, and if we continue... I don’t think we will be able to rest well into noon, probably.”

Your mind focused on the important duties that would happen in a few hours, still, with the room sheltered in the darkness, it looked like tomorrow was far away. “Well into noon, huh?” You cocked an eyebrow, still stroking him in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Do… you d-doubt m-me?”

“Oh, someone’s stuttering,” you sang mockingly, but you were smiling. “Do you like it?” Gripping him slightly tighter while you increased the pace, you shifted from sitting to supporting your body with elbows and knees. “Or do you prefer this?”

You kissed his tip before Viktor could answer. His taste overwhelmed your tongue while you hummed approbatory. From your side view, you observed his legs tensed with every inch of him that went inside your mouth.

“W-wh-what a-ah! Are you d-doing?”

“Mm, you’re quite big.” He twitched under your touch. You laughed, the vibration made him grunt. “Oh, someone likes it.” You paused when you felt Viktor’s hand caressing your hair, tangling it inside his fist so it wouldn’t cover your face. “Mmm?” You said while seeing him right in the eye.

“I… w-want to see you. Like this.”

“Do you…” you said, licking him each time; “dream… of me… doing… this?”

He was biting his lip. “P-perhaps.”

You smirked, kissing his tip and resuming your quest of giving him the same pleasure he gave you moments ago. His legs were shaking, heels deeply buried into the blankets. If the room was still cold, you couldn’t notice it anymore.

“W-wait! I-I’m going to c—” Seeing him so flustered, you bobbed him down your throat. He almost screamed out your name.

Letting him out until only the tip of your tongue was caressing him, you muttered: “Then go for it.” You closed your mouth around his cock, tongue circling out at a constant pace, both hands occupying rubbing the rest of him. It wasn’t long until your mouth was filled with his seed.

“W-would you be good and swallow it, hmm?” you glared playfully at him but obeyed anyway. He looked surprised. “I… I was just, uh, playing.”

“Well, in that case, I won.” You went to him to snuggle over his chest. On the opposite wall, the clock marked around 5 AM, the dusk already picking its grayish light into the room. Now, only a drizzle was muffled into the windows.

He hugged you carefully after offering you the glass of water you had left on your nightstand, even if his fingers were digging into your skin as if he were afraid you would fade with the first sunbeams. His hands tapped your skin with his shirt tossed away to dry off your sweat. You pulled up some blankets when he was done, covering your bodies and putting them up to your nose, your voice sounded muffled.

"We should sleep now because if I end up showing late to my final test, I’m going to hold you accountable.”

His chest rumbled when he chuckled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

Your eyes were already dozing off, your muscles relaxing as both breathings joined in unison. “About arriving late?”

“No. About holding you accountable." His hands were tracing figures on your back. “I may have to punish you.”

“Mmm, maybe it’s not so bad after all. Just remember, I’m delicate.” You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see Viktor going his way and giving you a chaste peck on your lips.

“I will keep it in mind.”

#viktor x reader #viktor x fem!reader #viktor/you #arcane viktor x reader #arcane smut #arcane fanfiction #viktor fanfic #viktor smut #arcane viktor #viktor x f!reader #viktor/reader #you can always be honest with me and tell me 'it sucks'#but be gentle pls lel #i will be back with SFW fics soon #okay bye #my thingies :)

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chrismcshell · 2 months

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being employed while mentally ill is so annoying. i wake up in the morning with no will to live but i have to drag myself out of bed so i can sit at my desk and look at pdfs

#ray speaks #work stuff #bad news everyone! the several-months-long depressive episode is still ongoing

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trollprincess · 8 months

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Oh, God. Okay, I need to tell y’all a story.

But first, a reminder. This is Professor:

Well, it’s a much younger Professor. But whatever. That’s Professor, short for Professor Pancakes, shorter still for Professor Huckleberry Elizabeth Pancakes III. That’s my child.

There are two things you need to know about Professor before I continue this story. The first is that he is a professional toy destroyer who can surgically remove a squeaker from a stuffed toy with those nose and those teeth in under a minute. The second is that while Mama is in the shower, he likes to steal the things I just took off. Pants, underwear, bras … he’ll immediately grab something and drag it into the next room.

There’s a third thing you should know, this time about me. This is Shark Week.

(I’m genuinely not trying to be coy or anything. It’s my period, it’s day two, yadda yadda. Shark Week’s just fun to say.)

Anyway, I mostly use a menstrual cup these days. (I have two, with the intention I will keep one in my purse for emergencies, which of course I never remember to do.) For those of you who don’t know what a menstrual cup is, it looks like this:

Some of you may already see where this is going.

Anyway, I wake up at noon (I work nights and I just finished my weekend shift), I have my biweekly phone session with my therapist, then I get up to take a shower. Professor, who has spent the last hour hanging out on the bed and letting Mama pet him while she vents on the phone, now knows that a trip to the dog park is imminent. He follows happily after me into the bathroom.

I get undressed, leaving my clothes on the floor. Professor sniffs them, but doesn’t steal anything as of yet. I go to the toilet, remove the cup, empty it, and then go to the sink to wash it before I go in the shower. Professor watches all of this.

I finish cleaning the cup, place it on top of the toilet, then turn on the shower and get in. I have completely forgotten Professor has not stolen anything I was wearing yet.

As I’m standing in the shower rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I hear two sounds. The first is dog toenails on linoleum as Professor jumps up to get something. The second is what sounds remarkably like the jumping desk lamp in the Pixar opening.

I have been awake for a bit at this point, but it still takes me a few seconds to put the pieces together. When I do, I blurt out:

“Professor, did you just steal Mama’s squeaker?!”

Obviously, I knew what he had. But I am also laughing at myself, because my brain a.) completely forgot the words “menstrual cup” and b.) replaced them with what I’m normally hearing him run around with in his mouth.

Now, at this point, I am done showering, and I am drying myself off while calling out, “Professor! I swear to God if you have Mama’s squeaker …” I put in the other squeaker … er, cup, then go looking for the one I had been planning to use.

I find it just outside the bathroom door in the middle of the kitchen. Professor is sitting in the door to the kitchen looking at me. It looks exactly like this.

He is the picture of innocence. Chonky, chonky innocence.

“Professor, you can’t be stealing Mama’s squeaker,” I am saying as I pick up the squea— CUP. I pick up the CUP and put it in the bathroom to clean. And then I tell him that it’s my squeaker and it’s not a toy and he can’t just take my squeakers, and I am saying this in VERY SERIOUS TONES to a dog who, you will be surprised to learn, does not speak English.

Anyway, I shall be putting my squeaker on a higher shelf next time. And I may never stop calling it my squeaker again.

#dogs #this absolute goober #delightful idiots

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nalgenewhore · 1 year

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here and now

elide x lorcan, modern au/gym au, NSFW, word count: 2689 an: if u need a visual aid to imagine lorcan, think winston duke. this is dedicated to @sassyhobbits.

Elide woke up slowly, an hour or so after her boyfriend had left for the gym. She stared at the ceiling of their bedroom for a while. Their bed was so comfortable, and Elide felt perfectly content to bask under the covers, her head cradled by soft pillows.

Slowly, she dragged herself out of bed. The cool air hit the bareness of her legs and arms, so Elide grabbed Lorcan’s hoodie where he’d tossed it over the armchair. She donned it while she stumbled out of the room. Today, she decided, would be an easy day. After she’d made breakfast, she’d sit down to finish the next chapter of her book to get it to her editor, Aelin. It was raining outside, and she knew that it was meant to continue all day. Idly, she thought about making something comforting and homey for dinner.

After she set an album to play, Elide moved slowly through her morning routine. She fixed her tea first, then munched on a thick slice of bread slathered in fresh, salty butter. Lorcan would be at his gym for an hour or so more, unless he stayed later to deal with the business aspect of it.

Elide smiled a bit while she got cream and sugar for her tea – today was going to be a good day. She felt it when Lorcan had kissed her good-bye, briefly waking her up.

The music paused abruptly. From their bedroom, Elide heard her phone ringing incessantly. She doubled back, grabbing it from the nightstand. Lorcan’s contact flashed over the screen, and she swiped her thumb over the button. “Hi, baby,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied, sounding tense. “Can you come to the gym and bring me some pants? I had an… accident.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, shi—” she laughed a bit, covering her mouth with her hand. “I meant, oh no.” Elide heard him scoff. “Do you, um, is it just pants? Not underwear too?”

“Hellas, ‘lide, I did not shit or piss myself,” he said lowly. “Can you please just get over here? Now?”

Elide shoved the rest of her bread in her mouth, her voice muffled, “Yeah, I’ll be there soon, baby.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Elide walked past the front gates. She smiled briefly at Borte, the resident yogi-slash-capoeira instructor who was manning the front desk. Normally, Elide would stop to chat, but she didn’t have any time today. Elide hurried to the back, where Lorcan’s office was. He’d drawn the shades. On the door, there was a sign that indicated he wasn’t to be disturbed, supposedly because he was in a meeting.

She knocked lightly, “Lorcan? I’m here.” She covertly glanced side to side, then continued, “I brought the stuff.”

“Door’s open.”

Elide let herself in, immediately shutting and locking the door behind her.

Lorcan sat behind his desk, sporting a stoney, intimidating expression. It was intimidating to anyone who wasn’t Elide. She arched her brow, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s embarrassing.”

Elide approached him and rounded the desk to lean against it. Immediately, her eyes dropped to his lap. He wasn’t wearing anything except for his boxers. She eyed him curiously.

Lorcan scrubbed his eyes, “I split my shorts.”

She laughed a bit, “What?”

His eyes shut in resentment. “I was doing squats,” Lorcan said in a clipped voice, “and they- the seams split, Elide. They just broke.” He gestured to a rumpled pile of fabric.

Elide gawked, her eyes falling back to his thick thighs. “So… your thighs are too thick for your shorts? Is that what you’re saying?”

Lorcan worked his jaw. “Yes.”

She gasped a bit, her heart thumping. “Hellas below,” she whispered.

A red blush dusted the tops of his cheeks. “Yeah, I um,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “outgrew ‘em, I guess.”

Elide sucked in her bottom lip. Her heart rate sped up. Holy gods. Obviously, she knew her boyfriend was big, but splitting his shorts because of a couple squats was a whole other level of big. And hot. It was hot. She set her bag down, inching closer to him.

He looked at the bag, completely oblivious to her intrigue. “Are my pants in there?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide hummed. She moved so she was seated on the desk, her legs dangling on either side of his. Her eyes slowly roved over him, eating him up. She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. Gods, even his t-shirt was straining slightly to contain him. Elide wanted it gone. She wanted to smooth her hands all over his magnificent mass and dig her fingers into the meat of him. “And they’re completely ruined, your shorts?”

Lorcan sighed. His frustration was evident, blinding him to her growing desire. “Yeah. My ass was practically out.”

Elide clicked her tongue. She poured fake sympathy into her honeyed tone, “Oh, big guy, I’m sorry.” She leaned down, kissing the edge of his stubbled jaw.

“I really fuckin’ liked those shorts, they don’t make ‘em anymore!”

She moved her hand to the back of his neck and gently scratched his skin with her long nails. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“I dunno, I guess buy me a new pair of shorts?”

Elide laughed softly before kissing him gently. “Anything else?”

Lorcan paused. He cupped the side of her head, briefly deepening the kiss. “What d’ya mean ‘anything else’?”

She dragged her hand down his chest, “Mmm, you know…” Elide pressed her lips against his jaw again, marking a path down to the collar of his t-shirt. His breath hitched as she traced her tongue over his collarbone, then nipped at his amber skin. “I wanna make you feel good.”

He grasped the sides of her head and tugged her up to claim her lips. “What’s this for?”

“You,” she breathed, finally breaking and letting herself rest one of her hands on his thick thigh, “broke your shorts.”

“‘m not this upset about it,” Lorcan murmured.

Elide shook her head, leaning her forehead against his and breaking the kiss. “No, you’re- you’re not listening.” She inhaled deeply, “Your thick thighs ruined your shorts, and that is not embarrassing, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

Realisation flashed through his eyes, and his full lips curled into a cocky smirk. “Shoulda known you didn’t wanna be here for me in my time of need, you just want my body,” Lorcan teased.

“Shut up,” she breathed just before their lips crashed together. They kissed hungrily, hands beginning to roam. Elide pressed her legs together when she felt heat spread through her centre.

Lorcan lifted her off the desk to place her in his lap, the chair miraculously big enough for the both of them. She wrapped her arms around his head while she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue before she let go.

Her boyfriend moaned a bit. He angled her head as he licked into her mouth filthily.

Elide slowly ground herself against his thigh. One of Lorcan’s hands moved to her waist, big enough to cover her side and half her back. He aided her into a rhythm to ride the thick muscle. Lorcan dragged his lips over her cheek. “That’s it,” he said in her ear, his teeth teasing her earlobe. “Take what you need.”

She moaned, maybe it was his name. Elide held him tighter, wanting more and more. Her desperation was understood and mirrored as he dragged both of his hands down her back. Lorcan pushed them past the waistband of her leggings to grab her ass. She tilted her head up as she moved her hips, her breath caught in her throat.

Lorcan sucked on her skin, the sounds of his pleasure vibrating through her throat. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he encouraged her.

Her generous breasts pushed against him while she moved, rocking back and forth on his thigh.

“Baby,” she gasped.

He pushed her shirt up, forcing her arms to lift over her head while he rid her of her clothing.

Elide was eternally grateful for her decision to forgo a bra that morning. The cold air of his office made her nipples pebble, and she gasped again when his big, warm hands cupped her breast. Lorcan circled his thumb over the peak. He leaned down, flicking his tongue over her nipple. She bit her bottom lip, muffling her moan. Elide wound her fingers in his hair to keep his head where it was.

She ground against him harder, a wondrous pleasure blossoming at the apex of her thighs.

His other hand gripped her ass momentarily before he cupped her other breast, pushing them up and together. Lorcan looked up at her before he took both nipples in his mouth simultaneously, pulling them with his teeth, flicking his tongue over them as Elide shuddered. She softly cried his name, her head completely tilted up. She rocked against him with added urgency.

Lorcan wanted to be inside her, he wanted to watch her break apart above him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she rode him fast, and Lorcan pulled away from her chest to watch her shatter. Fuck, she was beautiful. Elide thought he was magnificent, but she’d clearly never seen herself the way he did.

Her hand migrated to his stomach as she unconsciously leaned away from him and rocked through the remnants of her orgasm.

He followed her, running his hands down her back as he pressed kisses against her shoulder.

Elide hummed, her eyes fluttering open. She looked down at him just as he looked up, and they surged forward, her need for him hardly satiated.

Lorcan gripped her thigh tightly and stood up. He dropped her on the edge of his desk, moving his arm behind her to shove papers and files aside. He didn’t care where they landed.

She grasped the sides of his head, hungrily kissing him as she reclined. Elide reached to the hem of his shirt. They parted only long enough to rid him of his top. She ran her hands over his shoulders, smiling as he bent to kiss her. “You’re amazing,” she murmured.

“You’re perfect,” he replied. He bit her bottom lip, the edge of his teeth triggering a new frenzy.

They tore at the remainder of each other’s clothes. Elide lifted her hips to help Lorcan rid her of her leggings, and he flung them aside. Her panties were gone in moments. He stroked his fingers through her slick, spreading her wetness around.

Elide moaned as his fingers slid over her clit. He grinned against her mouth before curling his fingers inside her cunt. She arched her back, her nails digging into his skin. Lorcan pumped his fingers in and out to drive her to the point of desperation.

It didn’t take long for her to clench around him, her hands clutching at him. “Lor,” Elide whined, “please, baby. I want you.”

“You have me,” Lorcan promised. “You have all of me.”

She smiled briefly, but it faded in the face of her need. Blush crept over her chest and throat; Lorcan loved making her skin flush like that. “You know what I want,” Elide bit out.

“Use your words,” he told her. “Tell me what you want.” He stroked his fingers over that spot inside of her to make her mind fuzzy.

Elide panted, her thighs attempting to shut, but Lorcan pushed them apart. She slid her hands up his neck, pulling him back to kiss him deeply, their tongues slicking together. “I want your cock inside me, right here, right now,” Elide whispered.

Lorcan tugged her up to sit as he pulled his fingers out of her. Her cunt clenched around the absence, and Elide shuddered a bit. She helped him push his boxers down. Elide’s hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping him until pearls of pre-cum leaked from his swollen head.

They kissed, Lorcan’s breathing growing heavier. He pushed her hand away, the line of his jaw locked. “If you don’t stop doing that, this is gonna be a whole lot shorter than we want,” Lorcan warned her.

Her wicked grin drove him crazy. “Go on, then.” He laid her out, stretched across his desk. Elide cocked her brow while she raised her arms above her head to grip the edge of the desk.

Lorcan chuckled darkly. He ran his hand down her body, the touch brazen and possessive. He guided himself between her legs, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he dragged the tip of his dick over her clit. Elide shuddered and tilted her head back, “Oh… baby…”

Unceremoniously, Lorcan sunk into her, cupping her hips to drive her down as well. Elide turned her head and bit her own bicep, her eyes shutting. He thrusted his cock into her, lazily. It felt thick and warm, his pace, like golden honey. She tried to breathe through her nose, her teeth digging into her lip. Elide couldn’t handle it, she wanted him to speed up, anything more than this tortuous pace.

He pulled her legs up, holding them tightly against his sides. Elide’s back bowed, and she cried out. Lorcan covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes holding a little warning that was overwhelmed by the lust and awe. He pushed into her until their pelvises were flush. Elide whimpered as he ground against her clit, her hands clutching his forearm. “That’s it,” Lorcan murmured. “Just let me fuck you.”

Elide wailed against his palm, giving herself over to the feeling. Her eyes squeezed shut as his pace became harder and his thrusts deeper, somehow. Lorcan used the flexibility of her hips to push her legs back, letting him fuck her deeper.

She started to unravel, fluttering around him while the blush travelled lower. Elide bit his hand when her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, dragging her under and tossing her up. She moaned low and loud, and he fucked her through it, prolonging her climax until his hips stuttered.

Lorcan’s teeth sunk into his lip in an attempt to contain himself. The pressure erupted from the base of his spine as he finished deep inside of her, holding her hips tightly against him. He collapsed over her, panting into the skin of her neck, no space between them.

Her hands rubbed circles over his back while they caught their breath. When Lorcan felt some coordination returning to his sluggish body, he eased out of her. Elide stayed where she was while he found a cloth to clean between her legs.

Lorcan offered her his hand after she sat up, rubbing the back of her head. His other hand covered hers, and he kissed her gently. “How’s your head?”

Elide grinned, nipping at his lip. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

He just shook his head at her horrible joke, and they slowly got their clothes. Elide looked at him as he pulled his new, non-ruined pants. She wound her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his sternum. “So,” she sighed, “do I get you for the rest of the day, or do I have to wait till tonight?”

“Mmm, ‘m coming now, all yours.”

She smiled happily. “Good.”

Elide fixed her hair while Lorcan gathered his belongings, including the torn shorts. He joined her and draped his arm across her shoulders. “The sex was nice an’ all, but I’m still out a pair of shorts.”

She pinched his side, laughing, “How ungrateful.” Elide put his shorts in her bag and declared, “If I’m getting you new shorts, I have a request.”

“Lay it on me.”

“I will buy you new shorts every three months, but you have to break a pair for each pair that I buy.”

Lorcan laughed loudly, his head tipped back. His body shook gently, and she poked her tongue in her cheek, chuckling alongside him. “You serious?”

Elide nodded, “That’s the deal.”

He leaned down to kiss her. “It’s a deal, then.”

She grinned, utterly satisfied.

She knew today was going to be a good day.

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One Saturday morning in the age of exhaustion (Levi x Reader)

Winter mornings always fall with the quietest whisper, the sneakiest disguise: cold and shrouded in darkness — a dawn easily mistaken as dusk. It’s seven o’clock according to your phone’s alarm, but the view outside your window looks just like midnight.

Levi picks up the phone and turns off the ringing.

“What …?” you say groggily.

“Go back to sleep,” he says.

You groan. It’s Saturday, you remember. It’s Saturday in a very busy week, which means it might as well be Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday — there is no rest. Your phone rang at seven sharp because you need to be at your desk, doing whatever work you didn’t get to finish yesterday.

But Levi sits at the edge of your bed and brushes your hair away from your face, gently. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

“Mmm.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“That doesn’t sound like the kinda thing you’d say.”

“Maybe not to myself. You deserve it, though.”

You glimpsed out from between sleepy eyelids. “You deserve it too.”

He says nothing to that. Instead he just draws the blanket up higher, wrapping you snuggly in it, and kisses your forehead. “I’m allowing you to be lazy just this once.”

“Is it still my turn to clean the kitchen?”

“Yes. Later.”

You pout jokingly, still with your eyes closed. He kisses your pout, making you giggle.

“Sleep now so you can clean properly.”

“I need to work.”

“That too. So sleep well.”

Somehow, you find a lump in your throat. “Thanks. No one ever tells me I can take a break.”

“Well, fuck them.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

He falls quiet. This time you drag your eyes open firmly. He’s still sitting at the edge of the bed, facing away from you. You can only see his back, vaguely in the darkness — it is hunched, shoulders drooping, neck bent.

“I’ll be at my desk,” he eventually answers.

You reach out and put your hand on his thigh, seeking his hand and squeezing it. “Rest with me. You’re exhausted too.”

“I have something urgent.”

You sigh. There’s no arguing with him when it comes to work. “Fine, then.”

He turns around and caresses your cheek, gives you another soft kiss. “See you later.”

Then he’s gone, and you drift away.

When you open your eyes again, you find soft yellow sunlight streaming in from the gap between the curtains. And he’s lying beside you, eyes closed, no frowns between his brows — looking exactly as he should look like on a Saturday morning, if only the world were kind enough to the two of you.

Your lips quirk up in a wistful smile. “You deserve rest too, you know,” you whisper. “Just like everyone does.”

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WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

SUMMARY: Father Thomas has been a faithful servant of God his whole life. One rainy night, he finds a woman covered in the blood of others and her own in his church and his world is overturned. Told by the priest himself, “The House of God” is a story that dwells in on the horrifying things humans will do for love and the transition from man of God to Devil’s advocate as one of the Vatican’s darkest secrets is unveiled.

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NOTES: As usual, here I am reminding us that this is nothing but fiction and these actors are just portraying these characters I created. Also, no offense to any religion or religious people out there.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

CHAPTER I OF VI.

She came to me like a wounded animal. I was in the church library blowing out the candles before getting myself to bed on that rainy night when I heard the sturdy double wooden doors opening. I walked back to the nave— which I had already left in full darkness— so my eyes caught nothing. I approached the main entrance and peeked outside only for a few cold raindrops to fall on my head, but then thunder lit up the sky and us beneath it, and I saw it; a trail of blood on the concrete steps all the way into the church.

I could hear faint whimpers when the thunder died down echoing in the holy place. My mouth was instantly dry as I began to follow the crimson path, and only when lightning struck again, did I see her behind one of the pews, lying on the floor and pointing her gun at me with a shaky hand as the rain got heavier outside. This woman was out of breath and could barely hold her weapon up. She had dragged herself into the house of God soaking wet and on the brink of death, and as I took a better look, I noticed where the blood was coming from; a bullet wound in her stomach.

She seemed to follow my sight and looked down at herself.

“Fuck…” She cursed in a sigh full of pain but that didn’t stop her from glaring at me.

It wasn’t hard to guess that a threat was about to come out of her mouth but her lips parted and no sound came out as she blinked very slowly once, twice, and then she fell unconscious. What was I supposed to do? I didn’t know who she was or what she had done and yet, one look at her is all it took for me to want to protect her. I scooped her up in my arms, got closer to the altar and looked up at the immense crucifix above us; Christ looking down at me and reminding me the difference between good and evil.

I’m sure most civilians would call the authorities to deal with this situation, but a man of God would act accordingly and help this dying creature before anything else, wouldn’t he? I glued my eyes to the floor and took her to my bedroom.

She was unconscious for days.

I had managed to keep her alive by treating her wound, cleaning and bandaging it but she had lost a lot of blood. I feared that she would wake up in the middle of mass and I constantly found myself getting distracted throughout it, glancing in my bedroom’s direction. I would thank the lord whenever I went back to my bedroom and saw her still asleep. I spent my time writing or reading in my bedroom, close to her, looking at her over my shoulder while sitting at my desk; she was beautiful.

I wondered how someone so beautiful could be involved in this town’s horrid mess. We all knew about the mafia and the big names that ruled this place but she didn’t look the type… I sat next to her and placed my right hand on her forehead to make sure the fever had disappeared. She seemed to be healing. It was only a matter of time. Or so I hoped.

“You need to eat.”

I hadn’t really talked to her. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know if she could hear me. And I didn’t want the monks that lived here as well to discover my not so little secret. I forbid myself to even think about what would happen if they found out I had a woman sleeping in my bed.

She stirred all of a sudden.

CHAPTER II OF VI

I was writing under candlelight when I heard her coughing. I rushed to her side when I saw her trying to sit up with great difficulty, clearly still in pain.

“Easy.” I warned in a low voice.

She smacked my hand away when I tried to get closer, so I just reached for the water pitcher on the night table and poured her a glass instead.

“Here, drink this.”

I watched her do so in a desperate manner.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

But then I heard footsteps outside my bedroom and didn’t think, just acted; I covered her mouth with one hand and shushed. In a swift motion she broke the glass on the night table and kept a sharp piece of it to hold it right next to my left widened eye.

“Father?” One of the monks asked on the other side of the door and I noticed the way her eyes opened up. “Are you all right?”

We both stayed like that; my hand on her lips, her glass an inch from my left eye, but I stared into hers as I spoke.

“Everything’s all right. I’m getting ready for bed, brother.”

“I heard a strange noise, thought you had taken a fall.”

“I accidentally dropped a glass of water that’s all.” I rushed my lie then pushed in hopes that he would leave. “Blessed night.”

He didn’t utter a word and I feared he would open the door, so I couldn’t look away from the doorknob while a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of it turning.

“Blessed night, father.” He finally said and a wave of relief washed over me as I heard him walking away.

I looked at her and gave a reassuring nod.

“I’m going to let go now and you’re not going to make a sound or we’ll both be in a lot of trouble, understood?” I murmured.

She just glared at me and I noticed that her breathing was agitated but she was still firmly holding the glass. I slowly pulled my hand away and held up both in front of me as a sign of peace while I slowly got up from the bed to give her the space she needed.

“I don’t expect you to trust me—”

“I don’t even know who the fuck you are.” She cut me off yet respected the volume rule.

“Your gun is right there in the nightstand drawer.” I confessed while motioning at it. “By all means, point it at me if that makes you feel safe. I just need to find a way to lock the door.”

I turned and glanced all around the bedroom and I could hear her opening the drawer. I grabbed my desk chair and placed it under the doorknob, and I turned to face her just in time to see her furrowing her eyebrows when she checked the gun and it was still loaded. She then looked down at herself and the bandage around her torso.

“I took the bullet out and sutured the wound.” I explained. “Thankfully, it did not hurt any vital org—”

“What are you?” She asked with confused and narrowed eyes.

“I’m a priest.” I said. “But I did a lot of missionary work before I was ordained. I learned a thing or two about medicine during the war.”

“And why did you help me?”

I let out a quiet chuckle and looked at the floor briefly.

“What was I supposed to do, leave you to bleed out on the church floor?”

We shared a moment of silence but I could see that she was studying me and not once had she aimed her gun at me. I was sure however that one false movement on my part would probably cost me my life. I cleared my throat.

“We need to get some food in your system.” I changed the subject. “Let me bring you something from the kitchen, I’m sure I—”

“I need to get out of here.” She cut me off again.

I watched as she winced and groaned in pain when she brusquely tried to stand up.

“Don’t move. Your suture will come undone.” I warned a little too late. “Just wait a few more days. You can leave once you’re fully healed.”

“I can’t.” She retorted. “There’s still something I need to take care of.”

I sighed, suddenly feeling like the father of a stubborn teenager.

“Just wait a day or two then.” I said. “At least. So you can do whatever it is you have to do.”

She just stared at me but I thought I was getting through because she stayed on the bed.

“I’m going to get you something to eat. Now… can I trust you to stay here by yourself or are you going to run out and do something that’ll get me defrocked?”

I saw a hint of a smile as she looked down.

I came back with a warm bowl of canned soup, some bread and a few cheese cubes which was all we had in the kitchen since restocking day was still ahead of us. She was soon devouring everything. The fact that she had an appetite comforted me. It confirmed that she was in fact getting better. I tried to give her some privacy by sitting in chair in the corner and burying my nose in a book.

“So…” She said after swallowing a piece of breath. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I got shot?”

I glanced up and stared at her while I took my time breathing in and exhaling deeply while wondering if I truly wanted to hear this. I was certainly curious but I just didn’t think I needed to. I cleared my throat.

“No.” I said. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in this town.”

“And what is that…?” She asked while leaning slightly forward. “…Father? Is that what I’m supposed to call you?”

“The mafia.”

She arched and eyebrow and nodded slowly, seemingly impressed.

“And whose side do you think I was on? The good or the bad guys?”

“Is there such thing?” I scoffed. “I highly doubt it.”

“Maybe I was just caught in the crossfire.” She shrugged.

“With a loaded gun? Doubtful again.”

“Maybe I stole it to try and defend myself.”

I remained silent and tried to go back to my book in vain when she spoke once more.

“You’re quite judgmental.” She accused. “If you think I’m so bad then why did you save me?”

I snapped the book shut and stood up.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed.” I announced as I grabbed a burgundy blanket from the closet and adjusted myself on the small sofa chair as comfortable as possible. “Blow out the candles when you’re done, would you?” I asked while motioning at the candles beside her.

“How long was I unconscious?” She inquired.

“Couple days.”

“And you’ve slept in that chair the whole time?”

“Yes.” I answered as I covered myself with the blanket.

After a moment of silence, she placed her tray on the night table.

“My name’s Thomas, by the way.”

She blew out the candles and, in absolute darkness, she told me her name.

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