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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

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yourdarlingalina · 4 months

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is it new years yet? | jack hughes

synopsis: y/n's new years kiss is the last person she expected, her former fuck buddy pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 2.7k warnings: slightly steamy, heavy making out, mentions of sex, a bit angsty, not properly proofread is it new years yet? - sabrina carpenter

What's the best way to forget about your fuck buddy who broke things off with you a week before Christmas? Who you definitely don't have feelings for and who definitely didn't find out about said feelings by accident?

From a responsible person's point of view, it was the correct decision. I fell for someone who just wanted no strings attached sex. He doesn't want a relationship, and it is supposed to save me from being hurt even worse in the future. But I am not a responsible person. A responsible person wouldn't have been talking about their feelings with friends when they knew that the person they had feelings for was also in the same bar.

Which is how I ended up in my current situation. A glass of champagne in one hand while the other holds onto a random guy's shoulder as we sway and grind to the upbeat tempo blasting through the club's speakers. The best way to get over a guy is to get under a new one, right? At least, that's what my friends were telling me as they convinced me to go out with them for New Year's Eve.

"Start the new year off with someone new."

And start the new year off with someone new I will. The guy in front of me is decent looking, he's no Jack but he'd do. His hands were at least doing all the right things, one gripping my hip to pull me closer as the other was pushing my hair out of the way of my neck so that he could leave sloppy open mouthed kisses to my skin. Hands roamed down my body as I brought the champagne flute closer to my lips, this night would require copious amounts of alcohol if I am to make it to midnight. He pawed his hands down from my hips to my ass, gripping and squeezing in ways that should be making me want to push my body harder against his. His mouth trailing from my neck down to cleavage, nipping and sucking at the exposed flesh.

He was doing everything right to my body, but it just didn't feel right. I wanted it to be Jack who was brave enough to handle me this way in the middle of a crowded club, not ashamed to be seen with me, but it wasn't. He made it very clear that he only wanted me in private, with no one knowing that I was his on those nights and that he was mine, even if it was only for a short time. It was like he knew my body better than I did, knew what buttons to press to make me cry out his name. How he made me come undone again and again. The kisses that gave me full body shivers and touches that left my skin feeling like it was set alight.

I was not getting those feelings with the man attached to my body. He seemed like he'd be a great lover for a night, but not in the way I needed. Perhaps if I met him before everything, I could be happy with him but it felt like I had been ruined.

A party popper would end up becoming my hero of the night when one went off right next to my ear causing the glass in my hand to tumble down, splashing champagne on the man as it made its way down to shatter on the floor.

"Oh God! I am so sorry!" I profusely apologize as the man whose name I can't quite remember jumps away from me.

"It's alright, suppose I was gonna end up sticky tonight anyway. I'll be back." He shoots me a wink as he makes off in the direction of the bathrooms. I take the brief moment to escape to the bar, being careful to not slip on the alcohol or broken glass scattering the floor.

I push past the glitter and sweat coated bodies, pushing myself into a corner where I don't think my former dance partner will find me. One of the bartenders comes over to take my drink order not long after I get into my seat.

"What can I get for you?" The man asks quickly, obviously on the verge of losing it due to the new year's rush tonight.

"She'll have a vodka cranberry and I'll have a beer." A voice says from behind me, a voice I know extremely well. I didn't know he was going to be here tonight. Not a single person thought to mention that to me? The bartender makes a move to speak but the man behind me continues, "Brand doesn't matter, just whatever you have." The bartender just nods then scurries off to get our drinks.

I slowly turn on my stool to face him.

"Jack." I say, acknowledging him.

"y/n." He says back, sending shivers down my spine with just how he says my name. He moves closer, keeping me between the counter and his body. Leaning over his body almost touches mine, he keeps his eyes on me, his face getting closer, and for just a second I think he's about to kiss me, but his fingers wrap around the beer bottle that was placed on the counter and suddenly he's back where he was originally standing. "You seem to be having fun tonight."

"You've been watching me?" I blurt out before I could think. Instead, grabbing my drink, putting it to my mouth before I could say anything else.

"Hard not to when you're basically letting whoever that was fuck you in front of everyone." He bitterly spits out. He's jealous? He's not allowed to be jealous. He doesn't want me, I got that loud and clear.

"So? Why do you care?" His eyes snap to me. "I'm not yours, I never was." I break my eyes away from his, suddenly thinking about how interesting my drink looks. He smirks at my sudden movement, his fingers grip my chin and force me to look at him. His face is so close to mine again, I can feel his breath on my face, can smell the alcohol off his lips. He's intoxicating. I clench my thighs together at the small act. Even like this he still has so much power over me. I am undoubtedly his.

His eyes flick from my eyes down to my clenched thighs to my eyes again to the countdown clock behind me and finally back to my eyes. "Thirty minutes till midnight. Meet me on the balcony upstairs in fifteen?" He's asking but it comes out as more of a command.

"Why would I do that?" I push back. I can at least hold onto a little bit of my dignity during this. Can't I? Might be debatable.

"Because I made a mistake two weeks ago." He whispers against my lips. My eyes flutter shut, he's gone when I open them.

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Fifteen minutes went by quicker than I would've liked for them to. I still haven't made up mind on if I should talk to him or not, but my body decided that I'd still go. I slowly made my way up, giving myself more time to collect my thoughts. I hadn't talked to him properly since that night.

It was a night out after a big win, Jack had invited me and some friends to go out with him and the team. Teasing remarks were thrown at me about how I look at Jack like I was in love. I never did hide my staring well. He had noticed too, how when he looked over at me, my eyes were already on him. Adoration was obvious in my eyes when they were on him. When I got quiet and didn't make any attempt to shoot down the accusations they all got loud. "You love Jack!" They shouted over and over. My cheeks flushed, embarrassment flooded up veins, I had to get away from it.

He heard. I turned to leave the group and he was behind me, eyes wide and jaw slack in shock. He was frozen, a deer in headlights. Me whispering his name snapped him out of his daze causing him to walk off in the opposite direction. I made the mistake of going after him.

"We said no strings attached." He said after the door slammed behind me, his back still facing me.

"I know." My words came out whispered, I was terrified of this. This was never meant to happen. Feelings were never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to find out that one of our few rules were broken.

"We can't continue like this." He finally turned and faced me. He showed no emotion, he was so goddamn hard to read. His blank facial expressions would be the bane of my existence.

"I know." I whispered again, the only words I could get out. I fucked up, by catching feelings, by continuing this when I knew I caught feelings. I tried to push them down and pretend that they didn't exist, but it just wasn't enough.

"I don't love you." I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tears start to well up and not daring to let them have the chance of escaping. I knew how he felt, but hearing it was a completely different feeling.

"I know." I sobbed out. He was gone by the time I opened my eyes.

Here I was, yet again, going after him. I somehow made it to the top of the stairs and through the crowd of dancing bodies. There he was, standing on the balcony, leaning over the railing and looking out at the Hudson. I stood there for a good minute, just staring at him, debating on if it was even worth listening to him. Did he really make a mistake or was he just feeling guilty that he didn't reciprocate my feelings?

"What was the mistake?" I finally ask.

His head whips around so fast that I almost think that he's about to give himself whiplash. A small laugh like huff comes out as I walk further out onto the balcony.

"I almost thought you weren't gonna come." His voice is softer, careful, like he was actually scared of the thought that I wouldn't meet him. I look back at the countdown clock on the wall, ten minutes to midnight.

"I like to be fashionably late." He lets a small laugh escape at my comment. God, I love that sound.

"You always have." He turns away again, hands gripping the railing, knuckles turning white from the tension.

"You still haven't answered my question." I say, waiting for him to finally tell me what the mistake was. Was he regretting ending us or how he spoke to me?

"That night." He starts to say before cutting himself off, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Yes?" I nudge his leg with the tip of my heel. He looks at me, eyes scanning my face like he's trying to read my thoughts. Trying to get any idea of what I'm thinking.

"I lied to you." No. "I said I didn't love you." No. "I lied." No.

I should be wanting to hear this, but I don't. I never thought I'd be the type of person to run back to a man just because he gives me a pretty apology and I will not start now, especially when I know it's not true.

"You don't love me, you just miss the sex. Don't worry, you'll find someone else to suck your dick." I move to walk away before I feel this hand come up to grip my arm. He was not going to make this easy for me. All I want to do is go home and crawl under my blankets, forget that all of this even happened in the first place.

"Please, just hear me out." I turn my head to look at him and goddamn those eyes that make me want to melt. He's looking at me so sweetly, I've never seen him look at anyone like this.

"Make it quick." I brush off his hand and lean back towards the railing.

"Oh come on, you know I don't do quickies." He attempts to make a joke, a playful smile pulling on his lips. It quickly fades though as he get serious again. "I broke our rule before we even made it." My head snaps up at his words. What?

"I loved you before we slept together that first time." He can't be telling me the truth. No, our first night together was a drunken mess that was just meant to be a one night stand. The relationship that came after was just mutually beneficial, he didn't have to worry about someone running to the tabloids and I got someone who touched me in a way I didn't think was possible.

"Stop lying to me." I choke out. I don't need a pity confession from him, especially when I just want to leave him behind next year which is in, I quickly check the clock, three minutes.

"I'm not!" He counters back just as the words leave my mouth.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have reacted like that." My eyes are brimming with tears, this is not how I wanted my night to go. I just wanted to find a new guy to kiss at midnight to make me forget about Jack.

"I never thought you'd feel the same." How he could think that is astounding. I don't think he realizes just how magnetic he is, and not just because he's Jack Hughes, hockey star. No, he was much more than that. A good friend, a shoulder to lean on, someone that listens when you really need it, a respectful person who makes you feel like you're floating when his attention is on you. "I'm not good at expressing my emotions."

"Yeah, no shit!" I nearly scream at him. "What do you expect me to do with this?"

"I want to start fresh next year." He admits, his eyes lock back onto mine. "If you gave me another chance, I promise, I won't fuck it up again." He's not lying, he's being genuine. I can see it written all over his face, the softening of his eyes, the breaking down of his walls. He's having a hard time even attempting to be vulnerable about this.

The shouting from the party starts to get louder. "Ten!" Maybe I should give him another chance. "Nine!" If I get hurt again then it's on me. "Eight!" He is who I want to be with. "Seven!" Why not? Is this not what I wanted just hours ago? "Six!"

"Kiss me." I tell him.

"Five!"

"What?" He sputters out.

"Four!"

"You heard me." I say, giving him a soft smile so that he knows I truly mean it.

"Three!" He shifts his body to be parallel mine. "Two!" His hands cup my cheeks. "One!" His lips meet mine as literal fireworks go off. "Happy New Year!" People shout around us. But my mind is just on him. As he's pulling me as close as humanly possible but it's still not enough.

My hands snake up with his abdomen, fingers gripping at anything they can. His hands move to my hair, to my neck, down my chest, caressing softly down to my hips, pulling and pleading to get as close as possible. My body was being set alight, the familiar feeling I've been yearning for. He's pulling sounds out from me that I've never made before. It's from the feeling that he's fully mine now, no hesitancy in his movements, he's confident and proud in what he's doing.

My fingers move up to curl around strands of his hair, pulling his face fully flush to mine, lips melding and moving against each other at a fiery pace. We break away unfortunately to catch our breath, our smiling faces still touching, neither one of us making an attempt to move farther away. In fact, he's nuzzling his face even closer into mine, if that was even possible.

"What are you going to do with me now?" I ask against his lips, looking up into those beautiful, mind melting, ocean like eyes.

"Start the year off right, by apologizing in so many ways." He says then capturing my lips again before dragging me through the crowd of bodies, down the stairs, and out of the door.

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tumbleweed-run · 7 months

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Request for reader finding some of Gale's erotica and, based off said literature, getting taken in a most ungentlemanly fashion? 👉👈

Oh nonny, I love this idea terribly! Conveniently this also fits for today's kinktober theme.

A Novel Idea

(18+, Explicit)

You hadn’t lived in Waterdeep long, but it didn’t take long to realize wandering about the Dock Ward at night wasn’t your best idea. Tonight ‘night’ seemed like an understatement, even the moon and stars had retreated behind heavy clouds. You relied solely on the lights streaming from various taverns and home windows to keep your path.

You weren’t far from home when the hairs on your neck stood on end. Someone was following you. Pulling up the hood on your cloak, you quickened your pace, not to an outright run but enough that it might make a difference. You thought it did. Thought it would.

You’d been wrong before.

It wasn’t so much a push as it was being barreled into and shoved down an alley. You dig your feet in trying to slow the momentum of your body but to no avail. The brick wall before you was as unforgiving as the force at your back as you’re pressed into it.

“Well, well, there aren’t many brave enough to be wandering around here in the dark,” a voice hums into your ear.

“Brave is just one of the many things I am,” you bite back trying to gain purchase on the wall before you, trying to push back.

The body that flattens against you is larger than your own. It pins you against the brick, you’re unable to get your arms underneath you. You still your struggles, no use in wasting your energy.

“I’ll leave you be if you’ll be so kind as to hand me your coin purse,” He’s not moving now, just pinning you to the wall with his body.

Gale is staring at you with a look of shock. The book (his book might you add) is held loosely in his hand.

“You, want this?” He asks again gesturing at you with the book now.

You nodded, lip worried between your teeth. You hadn’t meant to bring it up, at least not without a solid plan. But he’d teased you for how your cheeks had heated as you read a particularly scandalous part of that very same novel.

Gale’s eyes go distant, and you’re convinced he’ll tell you no, that this is beyond his willingness to indulge you in your fantasies. You wait him out, though, let him come to his conclusion on his own.

“I won't hurt you,” he says finally.

It’s not a no, so you take your chance. “Of course not, and neither does he… not really,” you remind him. The villain turned seducer in the story had only frightened his maiden, never truly hurt her.

“We’ll need some way for you to tell me you’re done,” Gale admits, still not meeting your gaze.

It’s your turn to be hesitant now. “Gale, if this isn’t something you want. Say it and I swear I’ll never bring it up again,” you promise grabbing for his hand.

He laces his fingers through yours and finally looks at you. “As strange as it is, I must admit I can see the appeal.” The words are spoken low, as if he’s revealing a secret to you.

He might as well be.

“If I give you my coin purse, or even mention coins that will be my cue that I want it to end.” You assure him.

“You promise?” he squeezes your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Yes,” you grin.

“No,” you growl.

You begin trying to twist your body away from him once more but he simply leans into you. It’s taken almost no effort for him to subdue you. You swallow harshly against that realization.

The lips are back at your ear. “If not your coin then, my lady, I shall have to take something.”

“I have nothing else for you.” You’d meant to sound defiant, strong, but instead the works came out half-whispered.

He chuckles and then shifts so his weight is off of you, not gone though. He’s caging you in still with his arms and his body at your back. One of those arms moves now and skillfully undoes the broach holding your cloak closed.

You shiver as the material falls to your feet, the cool night air already pushing in through your clothes.

“I think you have plenty for me.” His lips are so close to your neck that you can feel them brush your skin as he speaks.

His hand returns, resting atop your collarbone. Not quite at your neck but there, like a warning. You swallow harshly once again.

“Perhaps that’s what you want,” he say mockingly, finally letting his lips drop to your neck with a kiss.

His hand trails lower on your chest until he’s cupping your breast through your shirt. The fabric seems impossibly thinner now than it had less than an hour ago.

“After all what lady goes walking alone at this hour except those looking for trouble,” he continues. His fingers are seeking out your nipple now with teasing brushes against it.

The kisses he’s pressing against your neck will certainly bruise by morning but you can’t help but to arch your neck more.

He pinches your nipple and you whimper. He chuckles against your neck.

His hand shifts, seeking your other breast. His thumb brushes up against your already hard nipple. He pinches it again without warning. This time when you moan you can’t help but roll your hips back into him. He’s hard against your ass.

“So that is what you were after,” he’s teasing again, both with his words and his fingers. “Willing to risk your life just to be touched.”

“No,” you argue, “I was just going home.”

“With no protection? No strong husband to keep you safe?” His hand abandons your breast to begin a decent downward.

His hips are grinding against you freely now and you can feel just how hard he is with each roll. You bite your lip to hold back another whimper. He chooses this moment to gather your skirt in his fist and press it between your legs. With another roll of his hips he sends you grinding against the fabric, sweet friction against your already throbbing clit.

“No,” it’s less of a word and more of a moan. You shake your head, hair undoubtedly smacking his face. “No husband, I can protect myself.”

“Perhaps you can,” he groans against your skin, “but this situation tells me otherwise.”

He’s still thrusting against you, forcing you to grind against his hand and the fabric balled inside of it. You’re up on your tiptoes now trying to change the angle, unabashedly seeking more friction.

“You can’t have it both ways, my lady. You can’t both be on an innocent evening stroll and able to protect yourself, given the position I have you in,” he reminds you of exactly what positon he’s talking about with another firm roll of his hips.

Before you can argue against his words he’s begun hiking the skirt of your dress up until he can slide his hand beneath it. His fingers, cooled by the night air, immediately seek out your cunt. You cry out as he slips them between your folds to press firmly against your clit, the cool air a shock to your nerves.

“There’s no denying this,” he teases, fingers rubbing against you. The wet sounds betraying whatever words you’d meant to say. “Admit it,” he growls lips pressed to your ear.

“Please,” you whimper, hips chasing after his touch.

You almost lose balance and crash forward into the wall but his other arm comes around your waist to catch you.

“Admit it,” he says again fingers now touching everywhere but where you want them.

“I want you,” you admit but it’s apparently not what he’s looking for because he still refuses to touch you. “Please,” you cry out, “I want you to fuck me.”

“That's not so hard, is it,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

His fingers leave you even though you’ve said what he wanted to hear. Before you can morn their loss the arm around your waist lifts you into the air a second before swinging you down towards the ground. You’re forced to brace your arms out in front of you as you make contact roughly with the alley floor.

“Ow,” You cry out despite not meaning to, there will be scrapes on your palms now.

Just as quickly as you’d been tossed to the floor you’re lifted up onto your knees again, back against his chest. Somehow he’d knelt with you.

“All you have to do is give me your coin,” he reminds you, “and I’ll leave. No harm done to you or your reputation.”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t give it to you.”

You barely feel his lips against the side of your head before he’s pushing you back down onto your hands.

He flips up your skirt, exposing you to the alley and the night air. You’re not sure which one makes you shiver more. He runs his hands down your ass to your thighs before spreading the lips of your cunt with his thumbs. You only realize you’re shaking when he presses one of those thumbs inside you.

You fight the urge to press back into it.

He slicks his thumb back out and runs it up and down until he bumps into your clit. You whimper and aren’t able to keep your body from chasing after his touch. His hands leave you then but you hear the sounds of his pants being undone.

“Such a pretty thing,” he says reverently and then you feel the warmth of his cock resting against your entrance, “waiting to be taken in an alley like a whore.”

“Please,” you whine trying to push back onto him.

He won't let you and instead leans away to keep you from touching him. You cry out in frustration, head dropping down.

Suddenly there’s a hand tangled through your hair, drawing your head back up. Its a firm tug but only painful if you resist. And you do, but only for a moment before allowing him to pull you so you’re forced to look ahead. Forcing you to look around at the barely visible alley around you.

Only then does it press into you. There’s no teasing now, no waiting, no soft touches. He thrusts into you until you’re pressed back against his hips. Your cunt flutters around him at the sudden intrusion. It's a stinging sensation, not pleasurable really, but you don’t mind because he’s finally inside of you.

He sits that way for a few heartbeats before drawing out only to thrust back in against. It’s a firm rhythm he finds, hand still woven in your hair to keep you from drifting away with each thrust. You can feel small stones biting into your knees, undoubtedly they’ll be bruised and bloody by the time he’s finished.

He begins grunting with each thrust and you realize he’s getting close.

Your hair is released without warning and you can barely stop it from falling forward.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, both hands grabbing your hips, “I want you to come on my cock in this alley.”

You find yourself only too eager to obey. Fingers finding a rhythm that matches the near brutal pace he’s now fucking into you. You’re so close you can’t breathe. The grip on your hips becomes almost painful.

“I need you to come,” he growls, fingertips digging into your flesh.

And you do with a cry. Hips slamming back to meet his so the only thing you can hear aside from your own cries is the sound of your skin slapping against one another. He grunts as he comes, pulling you back against him so you can’t move away as he spills inside of you.

You remain like that until your heartbeat has approached a more normal rhythm. As he slides out of you he pulls you back onto his lap. Hands smoothing out your skirts so you’re hidden once more from the night.

“My mad, beautiful, love,” Gale whispers pressing kisses against the side of your head.

You laugh as you lean into his kisses. After a moment you’re shifted onto the ground once more, but so much gentler this time you feel your heart near bursting.

With a groan that you absolutely don’t grin at, Gale stands and tucks himself back into his pants. But before you can even think of trying to join him he’s lifted you into his arms, one hand producing your long-forgotten cloak.

You drop the cloak into your lap before draping your arms around his neck. “My noble wizard,” you mumble against his lips before pressing a kiss to them.

He leads you further into the alley and to a door hidden deep in shadows. As he pushes it open, you realize this is the alley alongside your own home. The door swings open into your warmly lit kitchen, the smell of dinner from earlier still lingering heavily in the room.

You bury your face in Gale’s neck to hide the smile painted across your lips.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #gale x tav #kinktober 2023 #kinktober prompt roleplaying

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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year

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I wish there was more nurse Steve.

Like Steve in nursing school doing clinicals and he does a round in the ED. And his first shift he gets this weirdo who has to have one of his rings cut off his finger cause he bet his buddy that his rings wouldn’t bend under the wheels of his van. He’s honestly lucky none of his bones are broken. Steve’s kind of just in the background since he’s just doing clinicals but the guy keeps looking at him for comfort while the doctors are setting up all the stuff to cut the ring. Steve can tell he’s a little scared so he goes to stand on his other side to distract him.

“So- uhhh” Steve checks the chart “Mr. Munson do you usually go around running over various body parts?”

Eddie smiles widely at him “it’s Eddie, and no. But uh” he shares a sneaky look with Steve and lowers his voice like they’re conspiring together “I was a little… shall we say elevated”

Steve literally giggles “I knew it smelled a little funkier than usual” he winks.

“What can I say I’m a funky guy-“ Eddie gets cut off by the small saw the doctors are aiming at his hand. Steve can tell he’s about to freak out he sees him start to pull his hand away.

He puts his hand on Eddie’s other arm and brings his attention back to him. He glances down at his guitar pick necklace. “Do you play the guitar?” He asks his hand never leaves Eddie’s arm. And that gets Eddie distracted going on and on about his sweetheart and his band and how they play at a place called the hideout and Steve listens intently. Steve’s more than kind of mesmerized by him.

Before either of them realize the ring is off. The charge nurse asks Steve to finish wrapping Eddie’s fingers and discharge him. Steve goes about getting the gauze and other supplies while still listening to Eddie now he’s talking about D&D something Steve knew more about than he wished thanks to Dustin.

He interrupts Eddie “Okay so I’m gonna put this ointment on just for some relief the saw blade didn’t cut you but it got a little hot for your skin so you might feel a little discomfort. Then I’ll wrap it up. Try to keep an eye if it starts to hurt worse or you have a reaction. I can sneak you some of this it works wonders” he starts to clean the tray off but Eddie stops him with his hand over Steve’s own.

“Do you think I could have my ring back?” He asks sheepishly.

“Oh yeah! Of course sorry I wasn’t thinking” Steve’s a little embarrassed of course he wanted his ring he probably didn’t even care about the stupid ointment. He puts the ring in a little plastic cup they use for pills. Unfortunately they had to cut it a few times so there’s some small bits of the band that are in pieces.

After Eddie signs all the paperwork he gives Steve a little bow in thanks “you probably couldn’t tell since I was being so brave” Eddie says. Steve giggles at that. “But I am a tad frightened of hospitals and stuff. So thanks for being so nice to me. And distracting me when they tried to saw my finger off”

“They would not saw your finger off!” Steve laughs even harder. “It was nice talking to you.” He gives Eddie a hopefully flirty smile.

“Whatever you say, Stevie” Eddie says after he glances down at Steve’s temporary badge. “But hey if it was so nice maybe you can come check out our next show after my fingers are fully recovered” he waggles said fingers but then winces and stops.

Steve reaches out for his injured hand and holds it and says “that actually sounds really nice. But I literally have no time out of school and clinicals.”

“Well maybe I’ll just have to find another way to injure myself to see you again” Eddie says getting bolder.

Steve looks deep into his eyes. He glances down at Eddie’s lips god he wishes he wasn’t literally working right now. “What if you didn’t hurt yourself again and I give you my number and you can come by when I get off my shift.”

Eddie considers for a second and hands Steve his own phone so Steve can put his number in. “That sounds doable” he leans close to Steve’s ear as he gathers his jacket to walk out of the curtained off area and then whispers “just like you” he winks over his shoulder at a gaping Steve.

When Eddie pulls out his phone after getting to the van he sees the newest contact in his phone “Stevie” with a little stethoscope emoji next to it. He sends Steve a quick text so he’ll be able to text him when he’s off.

Finally Steve takes a break and checks his phone he’s been dying to check it since Eddie left he has a text from an unknown number “Guess who *guitar emoji* *ring emoji*” Steve cannot stop grinning the rest of his shift.

#this started as a post about wanting more nurse Steve #then it didn’t stop #still think I need more cause I think it fits him so well #mean girl turned nurse #I mean that is Steve #I know he’s a reformed mean girl but still #nurse Steve #steddie #steddie ficlet #my writing #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #over use of emojis in text

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lanaslovelyletters · 3 months

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 ²

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

Anakin x Princess!Reader

Part 2

Previous chapter: Part 1

Overall series warning: 18+ content (smut), mature themes, swearing

Warnings: none

Last chapter recap: “Then what is it you want?” Your confused little doll's face made him want to laugh. It was cute just how clueless and pathetic you were in this situation. You were a princess, were you not? With power in the back of her hand? A slight smirk smeared across his face before he leaned closer. His breath hit your ear and your neck as he spoke, “I want you.” The tone fell octaves deep, cold, and dull. Who the hell was this man?

Summary: You were thrown into a foreign room with nothing to do but wait for the inevitable… the Sith Lord with that smooth voice.

Word Count: 1.3K+

Author’s note: Thank you all so much for the support so far, I didn’t think this would latch on so quickly. I’m so grateful to all of you<3

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Your lips parted in slight shock. This cold and heartless monster of a man… wanted you? Was being a Sith Lord not enough for him? Your body was frozen, but your mind was racing as if it was in a pod race. The same ones you used to attend on Tatooine when you were younger.

“You mean to tell me you want… me?” You tried not to sound scared and weak, though you knew you weren't really in any position to act all high and mighty. He didn’t reply. He simply pulled away, but as he was about to walk out of the cell, you grabbed him. It was a split-second, possibly dangerously dumb idea, but it happened.

“You’re brave, princess.” He turned around with a scowl smeared across his face.

“I want answers.” You crossed your hands across your chest. It was easy to figure out by now, that he wouldn’t necessarily kill you under any circumstances. Not if he needed you. He could be inclined to hurt you, but that was a different deal entirely.

“—and I want you to remember me, but we can’t all have what we want.” His eyes were fixated on you. They peered deep into your own. It was as if he was searching for something in that little soul of yours.

“Seems we’ve gotten ourselves stuck in a paradox.” You said and had your lips form a straight line before speaking again,

“You see, I won’t remember you until you give me answers, but you refuse to give me any, so how am I supposed to know who you really are… besides a ruthless Sith Lord, whose only purpose in life is slaving around for the dark side.” You retorted with a scoff. It was bold. Too bold, it seemed, as he immediately grabbed you by your throat and pinned you against the cold and unforgiving wall.

“You test my patience, your highness.” He whispered close to your face, his breath; hot on your skin.

“You realize you have zero control here, right? You are completely at my mercy.” He stared you down with flared nostrils and heavy breathing before pulling away and walking out the door. Shortly after, two troopers locked their arms around the set of yours and dragged you.

“Let go of me.” You spat and struggled against their grasp,

“I can walk for myself!”

“You can also escape, your highness.” Said one of them. His voice was gruff and it felt like a snake was coiling up your spine.

They managed to drag you all the way to a plush room with a proper bed and even a desk with a small lamp. It was a simple layout, far inferior to your own bedroom, but it was better than having your back give out prematurely from a rock-hard block.

“Lord Vader will be back soon.” They threw you on the floor with no regard for your safety, waltzed out, and locked the door. You got up with a groan and dusted off your dress.

The dark side was clearly not messing around. Even with a royal status, nobody cared. Not that they had any reason to, anyway. They served the galactic empire. Bowing down to royalty wasn’t exactly on their bingo card.

You’d been left alone to wither and gather dust. Was this their shtick? Leaving their captives to sit and stare into a blank wall for hours on end? It took several before you finally heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the door to the room. You quickly collected and readied for what was to come.

The door clicked and in he walked. His stride was fierce and confident, and every bit cold. Maker, he was mesmerizing. It wasn’t just the face of a fallen angel, it was the face of something so familiar. It drove you insane to not recognize it.

“You will stay in this room and you will not leave, understood?” His brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed.

“If I leave?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. That clearly set him off. You watched as his eyes turned a bright yellow for a second, before going back to their usual velvety blue.

“You are frankly starting to test my patience, princess.” He grabbed your forearm roughly and pulled you close to him. Something within you clenched. It was your heart. The fear engulfed it like a vice, squeezing every beat into a suffocating silence.

“You won’t kill me.” Your voice was hushed and shaky, but you tried not to make the dread apparent.

“I can certainly hurt you. It is my vocation.” You were supposed to be intimidated by him, but my, his voice was to die for. You refreshed your mind with a quick reality check. He was handsome. But not handsome enough to sway your mind. You wanted answers.

“Why do you need me anyway?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Well, I certainly do if I’m required to remember your face.” You scrunched your nose at him and pulled away. He squinted his eyes in frustration as he let out an exasperated sigh.

He seemed conflicted. As if he wanted to tell you, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“Just… don’t even try to escape. You’re stranded on this space station either way. You have no means of doing so.” He stepped back and walked to the desk in the corner of the room.

“Can’t you just tell me the truth? You’re the reason we keep going in circles. If you just—“ He didn’t turn around, he just interrupted you abruptly,

“Ever attended a pod race?” Pod race… memories of your father screaming at the big screens and having bets with Jabba doused your mind. You used to hang around a boy back then. Every year. Without fail. He was a sweet boy. Anakin was his name. Anakin Skywalker. He always stood by your side, as your father would push you off to the side to mingle amongst the elites.

“I have… quite a few, actually…. Why?” Your head was tilted to the side as you slowly made your way towards him. When you got close enough, he turned around to face you,

“Just out of curiosity, sweetheart.” You frowned at the nickname.

“I stopped going after a while. My father still went every year though. As king, he’s got a lot of connections… so…”

“Yeah, I remember your father. Arrogant fellow.” He scoffed and carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t keel over at the gesture, but it still felt repulsive. He was a Sith Lord. Stone-cold and ruthless.

“You know my father personally?” You slapped his hand away from your face and took a step back. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply,

“I killed him. He’s dead.” Threateningly, he moved towards you with heavy steps. Your eyes darted up and down his form, as he backed you up against the wall behind you.

His hands trapped you, touching down on the wall on either side of your head. His jaw was clenched and his eyes had turned that same yellow it had earlier. He was… frightening.

“It’s been my personal goal to wipe out your family for a while now, Princess. Now that it’s finally done, I would like it if you didn’t ask so many questions.” His breaths were hot and heavy, but it smelled amazing. Mint fresh. No, it didn’t. It was disgusting. He was a Sith.

“My handmaidens… what became of them?” You finally succumbed to your ancestors' conditioning to recognize dangerous situations and fear them. Your body trembled as your voice tried its best to sound solid.

The dark lord completely ignored your question, letting himself calm down before backing off and walking towards the door. Before he left, he got a final word in,

“We’re to wed in a week. You’ll stay here until then.” What..?

To be continued…

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a stranger’s whisper | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: Based on the “In the Shadow of the Study” Quest | You, Ominis, and Sebastian all find themselves stuck where Noctua Gaunt died, blocked in a room that can only be escaped by casting an unforgivable curse. In order for the curse to work, the caster has to really mean it, but you could never hurt Sebastian.

Word Count: 1,793 words

Author’s Note: It’s been a while, I mostly write speculative non-fiction in my spare time and I don’t think I really have an audience for that here so I publish at my school instead, but I felt inspired by Sebastian, so here I am, just a brief one-off. Thanks for reading!

Content Warnings: Crucio curse, graphic depictions of magical torture, a briefly mentioned skeleton, but basically the same as if you’ve done the quest

You could feel your black robes dragging on the dusty stone floor, the green on the inside shimmering in the light of the torches. Ominis stood in the corridor, pacing back and forth, gripping his wand and his robes, trying to contain his anxiety. Quick work with the blasting curse, Confringo, had got you into this blasted place, along with Ominis’ proficiency in parseltongue, but after some quick puzzle-solving on your part, you stood in front of the doorway where Ominis’ aunt had died. The words CRUCIO were engraved on the stone in front of the entrance, a shining snake symbol accompanying it. You swallowed, Sebastian’s presence near the door lingering and a mixture in the air of nervousness and excitement traveling through his bones. You knew what was about to happen.

A crumpled paper lay in your hands, and a collection of bones lay at your feet. As soon as you begin reading, the screams of a woman echo throughout the chamber, ringing in your ears, and the paper between your thumb crunches.

“Ominis...” you begin with caution, breath catching while Sebastian stands next to you, briefly looking over your shoulder, skin touching yours. The brief heat leaving as soon as it came was more maddening than the screams, and your stomach churned. “There’s a skeleton. And this...” you extend the paper to Ominis, but he doesn’t take it. “It’s Noctua’s last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here--blocked by an unforgivable curse.

Ominis’ hands shake and squeeze more, pacing intensifying, “This is where she died. This is where we’ll die.” The frustration in his voice increases with each word, “I shouldn’t have listened to either of you.”

You glance down again at the word engraved in the stone, opting not to look at the tortured faces carved into the doorway, and Sebastian says something, but you’re too busy hoping that his voice will soothe your nerves, that his hand will suddenly crawl to yours through the empty space, that he will whisper in your ear, “you’re brave.”

You can almost hear those words, him talking about your brilliance, in your own mind. But before you can finish comforting yourself in the absence of his warmth, he ushers you over, closer to the door. “I know what we have to do, [Name].” His eyebrows raise, pondering the reaction you’re about to have. “Considering that Crucio is etched into the stone and there are tortured faces embellishing the doorway, my educated guess is that casting the Cruciatus curse will open the passageway.” You, of course, already knew this, but you bit your lip and looked at Ominis anyways.

“You know I can’t ask it of him,” you trailed off, sympathy and regret filling in your stomach. The Sebastian that lives in your head whispered from behind you--the warm feeling of breath on your neck, Sebastian’s fingertips lacing in your hair and tracing in your collarbone ever so gently, just enough to be a ghost but never real--that Sebastian whispered: “be brave for me.”

“If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever,” Ominis warns from further down the hall.

Sebastian’s eyes darken and his mouth twitches, “If we don’t cast Crucio, we’ll die in here.” When he looks back at you, his gaze softens, eyebrows furrowing in that very Sebastian way. “It looks like it’s up to us. I think I know how to cast Crucio, and I can teach you if you want. You could cast it on me.”

Something in your gut twists, and although you ask to learn it, when you turn around for Sebastian to grab your wrist from behind, trace the wand movements for you, his real breath landing on your neck, you know that you could never hurt him. After you’ve practiced at the wall, he whispers, “You can cast it on me. I can take it.”

You trace the movements, and you look him in the eye, and Crucio falls from your lips, but nothing comes from it except for a few sparks. Ominis can feel what happened, senses that Sebastian stayed perfectly still, and he knows that you didn’t mean it.

Sebastian swallows hard, and he realizes what that means. “You can’t hurt me, can you?” There is a ghost of a smile on his face, and you frown and shake your head.

“I could never hurt you. I could never mean it, even if it meant dying in here.” He stands up straight, and you look him in the eyes, full of desperation and so much love that you’re surprised it didn’t come pouring out of you. “Cast it on me,” you say, and follow it with a small whisper, “You know that I would do anything for you.”

He steadies himself as you begin to kneel before him, and there is very little hesitation before his wand begins to glow red, sparkling in the dim light. “Crucio!”

You quickly clutch your stomach, falling the rest of the way to the ground, and there is such a searing pain in every crevice of your body that you need to rip every last piece of flesh on your body until it all goes away. Lightning zips through your veins, every cell on fire, and you begin to lose your ability to think. There are noises in the passageway, but all you can do is lay down and take the pain.

You think of Sebastian, his eyes sorrowful but full of intent as his wand pointed at you. You think of the feeling of his hand gripping your wrist, his chest against your back, his warmth in the dark, cold crypt. You think of the red sparks that lit up his face, how beautiful he looked in the light his wand made. Your muscles are on fire, eyes contorted shut as you unknowingly scratched at your robes, at your uniform underneath, fingers grappling your face, tugging on your hair. Your toes were constricted and every muscle was as tight as can be. Sebastian whispered to you again, telling you how beautiful and brave you were, how proud he was, and although your eyes were screwed shut, you knew that it was all fake. The screams in the corridor intensified, Sebastian only being able to stand there and watch, face barely contorted with guilt and regret and fear, and Ominis could only cover his ears and rock himself on his feet, begging for it to all be over.

The feeling in your body had been depleted, and so the curse, all in a matter of seconds, moved onto your mind, a new kind of torture. It conjured up these dreams, Sebastian bathed in the sunlight by the north side of the lake, picnic blankets and chocolate frogs, him over a cauldron with your arms wrapped around his waist, peeking from around his shoulder to watch. But every time, he left. And the curse, searching through every neuron, replayed the memory of a few seconds before, Sebastian’s eyes clouded by the dark magic he wielded, face lit in red, mouth wide open after the curse fell from his lips. There was no sound, only a whisper of a stranger, “he meant it, he meant it, he meant it.”

Sebastian’s stomach dropped, and he tried to keep his face straight, but he couldn’t think, your screams of horror and pain so loud that there was no more room for thought, but the noise of the door melting away pulled him from all of it. As it all fell away, your screams, the metal of the door, the tortured faces, Sebastian pushed away the thought of your pain. If he thought too much, the guilt would eat him alive. He thought of your whisper of a confession, how you knelt for him, how all that came out of your wand when he’d tried to do what you’d done for him was sparks. You could never hurt him, and now, he really and truly had proof.

All Sebastian could do now is look down at you, gasping for air, tears still falling. Your eyes opened, the same love and desperation present even after he cursed you, and Sebastian’s heart tugged, dragging him down to kneel before your body. His hand moved gently to your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb and he half-expected you to flinch away. Instead, you melted into his touch. He frowned deeply, “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Ominis took a few steps from the other side of the corridor, realizing the magnitude of this ordeal, and he could only listen to the light breaths you took, matching Sebastian’s. You began to sit up, pushing off from the ground until you were on your feet, and in your haunted mind, Sebastian was there again, leaving light kisses on your neck in apology, giving soft hugs, rubbing your arms, and as always, whispering that which got you through everything lately. “You’re so brave.”

Lightning passed through your skin again when Sebastian’s hand grazed yours as you stepped into the scriptorium, following behind him, steps fueled solely by devotion. “Thank you,” he leaned briefly over to whisper, “I shan’t forget this.”

When you got back to the dormitories, and to the room which all your previous roommates had moved out of due to your tendency to pace and murmur at all of the devious hours of the night, Sebastian followed you in, pulling out a sweater and draping it over your bed before turning away, giving you privacy.

You pulled yourself under the covers, looking up to the whispers of the water on your ceiling, and waited with bated breath for Sebastian to come over. He sat on the side of your bed, and he whispered into the dark, “I’m never going to forget today--what you did for me. I’ll never be able to return the favor.”

“Just hug me,” you said, sitting up from under the covers, and he twisted to grab you, squeezing you with all his might.

“I promise to find a way to cure Anne, in light of your sacrifice.” You nodded, and shifted back under the covers, hoping he would stay there to guard your body as you slept. The soreness from the curse, the anguish had still not left your mind. As far as you were concerned, it would haunt you forever, but you turned to Sebastian, and everything was better. He stood from your bed, weight shifting, and leaned over and gave you the lightest brush of the lips on your forehead.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he smiled, and after the door shut, you could hear his footsteps echo down the hallway, but all you could think was those words the stranger whispered to you, he meant it.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fandom #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #shadow of the study #hogwarts #wizarding world

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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Angry kiss and Tsu’tey 🤨

You heard Tsu’tey before you saw him, his steps heavy in the humid forest. Your fist balled tightly, standing up quickly to continue on your mission of being left alone. You were about to run when a hand wrapped around your wrist and you were jerked backwards roughly. You hissed angrily as you tried your hardest to free yourself from his hold.

His tone was mocking, tsking quietly as you thrashed around. “You prove my point every time.”

Your foot stomped down on him roughly, the sharp pain caused Tsu’tey to release you, his jaw fell slack in disbelief. “I do not care to listen to you speak, Tsu’tey! Leave me alone.”

You turned sharply, walking further into the forest as you tried to lose him. You were foolish in thinking so, Tsu’tey had hunted and memorized these grounds since he was a small boy. He could find you with his eyes closed.

You had not gotten far before you heard his footsteps again, which only caused yours to increase. “Must you always make my life so difficult?”

You were not sure what it was, maybe it was the way his eyes darkened in frustration, or when he was so close to you, face curled up in anger, that you felt the warmth of his body on yours, and the primal excitement that came with it. Never knowing what was going on between the two of you, but it was something so far from hatred but neither of you willing to admit it. But you did enjoy making his life difficult. The way his gaze lingered after you, the way he tried to put you in place time and time again, and it never worked. Always tethering on a thin rope that you just wanted to see snap.

And Tsu’tey swore he hated you, despised the way you smelled like fresh minty herbs, the way your lips were always so plump from biting at them, and the sway of your hips. But if he was being honest, he hated that he was not the only Na’vi to notice these things. More often than not he found himself angrily staring down one of the warriors as their eyes trailed down your body.

His fist clenched at the thought of you enjoying the attention from anyone that was not him. His frustration was palpable in the hot forest as his ears twitched at any sound as you refused to answer him.

He caught sight of your movement, hiding behind a thick tree and with quiet and quick footsteps he made his way to you. Your hurt thumped with disappointment when the only noises of the forest were the animals chirping around, your head peaked from behind and were met with an empty clearing. You were just about to let yourself sulk over the fact that he left you when something tugged at you roughly and Tsu’tey hissed his words at you, “You behave like a child!”

You began pushing at his chest roughly as he refused to let you go, “Let go of me you skxawng!”

When he laughed at your attempts to push him off it only caused your fury to intensify, “You want to talk about me making your life difficult, how about how you make mine? Hm?”

Another harsh shove to his chest followed, “Always watching me, and correcting my every move even when you know I am doing it correctly-“

Tsu’tey could not help but admire the heated gaze in your eyes, angry and dark, unwilling to bend your will to him. Not many people were brave enough to do so, and it was one of the many things he admired of you. His tail thumped excitedly to see you so overwhelmed by him.

However you took the swish of his tail as another jab of mockery, he found you childish, and silly. “Or the fact that you scare away any of my suitors! Oh Eywa only knows how many men refuse to even look at me because of you! You are insufferable-”

He wasn’t sure what it was, if it was that he was also so overwhelmed with you, or the fact that you were right and it only solidified that other people wanted you too, but he finally snapped. He finally gave in to what he had wanted for so long, with a warning growl he gripped at the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him to trap your arms between his chest and kissed you roughly.

You felt your whole body warm up, ears pinning back roughly as he pulled you into him, molding your body against his. You only snapped out of your thoughts as his fangs dragged along your bottom lip. You kissed him back with just as much fervor, your hands were gently gliding along his chest, unable to stop yourself from finally feeling him.

He kissed you until you were dizzy, until every single thought was wiped from your mind and replaced with him. The way his calloused fingers felt on your back and hips, the way his mouth felt on yours, and the way his tongue lazily fought against yours, the way he smelled like fresh grass and tasted like yovo fruit.

You were the first to pull away, the lack of oxygen being the only reason. “Finally.”

His face scrunched up in confusion, “Been waiting for you to do that for years.”

A small smirk fell onto his lips before he leaned in to press another kiss, “Well, I should probably start making up for it right?”

#tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey #jake sully x reader #tsutey #jake sully #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar jake sully #avatar tsu'tey #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar 1 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #jake sully x reader smut #tsutey x reader #tsu’tey smut

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“Chengmei...?”

Xiao Xingchen called out loud, and fell immediately silent, honing his already acute hearing.

No answer came from the gloomy forest.

He tried to keep calm and analyse the situation, but the more he thought about the possibilities of Chengmei being injured, or worse, the more difficult it became.

Xiao Xingchen focused all his senses to detect qi traces, so preoccupied with trying to detect the faintest spark of qi that he didn’t notice the stealthy figure behind him until it was too late.

Someone tackled him from behind, skillfully pinning both his hands on his back while pushing him roughly against a tree. The awkward bending of his arms, along with his surprise, made him drop Shuanghua and its scabbard. There was a smack on his back, between his shoulder blades, and just like that, all his spiritual senses went blank.

“My, my… What have we here?” a husky voice growled in his ear.

His raising panic at the attack and his sensory deprivation clashed with a rush of relief when he heard that voice which, even if gruffier than usual, he knew so well.

“Chengmei…!” he gasped, still pressed against the tree.

He heard a low, guttural chuckle, and the pressure on his arms intensified as the man behind him drew even closer, pressing their bodies together. It didn’t hurt as much as it could appear to an outsider, though, as if he was being careful to hold, but not to grip.

“'Chengmei? Who’s that? I’ve never heard about such a handsome, talented, brave, amazing young man.”

“Brave… And yet, only a coward would supress his own qi to ambush a blind man undetected,” Xiao Xingchen retorted.

It was the same tone he used when discussing moral riddles. This was usually a very effective way to placate Chengmei, as he would usually get distracted from whatever he was doing to impatiently -yet thoroughly and persistently- argue back with Xiao Xingchen and prove his morals wrong.

But the young man wasn’t taking the bait today.

“As I said, I’m not him. No, I am…” the rough voice stopped a brief moment, as if thinking it over. “…A mountain bandit. Yes! A fearsome chicken thief.”

THIS amazing piece of art was commissioned from @Pokkuchan2 out there on twitter, go check their work!! >w<

And if you want to keep reading that little cute story with Xiao Xingchen and his mysterious friend Chengmei, go to ao3!

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anonymityisfunwriter · 1 month

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Timeless - Part 1: "An Antique Shop"

"Down the block there's an antique shop, and something in my head said "stop", so I walked in..."

Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.

'Timeless' Chapter List | The Grumpy Sunshine Series

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," you dramatically sigh into your phone. You appreciated Sam's concern, but the truth was you just missed Bucky. You miss him so much it aches deep in your ribcage. You'd never gone this long without him being by your side, and while sometimes missions like that couldn't be helped, you couldn't help just how badly you missed your person. "I told you, I just felt like getting out today."

"I'm just a little worried about you."

"And I appreciate you checking on me, but I'm really fine, Sam. I'm just walking around, hopefully, it'll take my mind off James."

"He'll be home before you know it," Sam reminds you for the dozenth time.

"I know," you softly exhale, ambling down the quiet streets of Upstate New York. "It's just- this is the longest we've ever gone apart, it sorta sucks."

"I can't believe it's been two months. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually miss him. No one's yelled at me in 8 weeks. No one's told me to shut up. Or tried to kill Redwing," Sam continues listing, though his inflection lifts from sad to upbeat and cheery, "What am I saying? This is great! This is-"

"Sam," you halfheartedly admonish.

"I'm just kidding," Sam teases. "Kinda."

You shove your hands in your pockets, wedging your phone in the crook of your neck, "He said they're trying to wrap things up, so I'm hoping he'll be back soon."

"I hope so too," Sam quietly agrees. "For you, I mean. I don't miss him at all."

You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Sam..."

"I miss him so much," Sam finally admits with a loud groan, "I can't believe it's been eight weeks! I'm so bored. There's no one here to mess with. There's no one to pull pranks on. What the hell am I supposed to do with my free time?"

"I know, I know," you console Sam. "I miss him too."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam practically whines. "Because I hate him half the time and I miss the grumpy bastard."

You chuckle, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, "I'm fine, I promise. I'll call you when I'm on my way back."

"Alright, be careful."

You stuff your phone back in your pocket and continue your lonely walk. The streets are quaint. The store fronts even more so. It's a comforting place to be when comfort ran scarce in the last few weeks.

You missed him. There was no other way to put it. Your heart yearns for his presence. You wanted him back home, safe, and with you.

But sometimes, these things just couldn't be helped. You knew that. Sometimes, it was you on the other line with Bucky impatiently waiting for your safe return home. Right now, it was your turn to put on a brave face for him. All you could do is remind him that you would be there waiting for the moment that he made it back home to you.

It was a small price to pay for the kind of love you only find once in a lifetime.

But still, eight weeks was starting to really hurt.

It didn't help that your own work was uncharacteristically slow. Your own assignments ground to a vicious halt while everyone else was off working around the clock. It was a cruel irony that everything seemed to come to a halt without Bucky by your side.

You did everything possible to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind off his absence.

You spent days with Sam, doing your best to entertain yourselves with your shortage of work and a missing member of your trio.

Trained with Natasha.

Meditated with Bruce.

Listened to Steve telling old war stories.

You even went on an early morning run with Sam - that was how desperate you were to fill your time.

With only the sounds of your shoes against the cobblestone filling your ears, you stroll down the empty streets.

Today hurt more than any of the other days. You'd woken up in a cold, lonely bed. The weight of his absence felt like lead in your bones, making it hard for you to even get out of bed. Your apartment was one giant reminder that you were all alone. The Compound wasn't any better. Everything screamed his name. His presence was nowhere, but his absence was everywhere.

So you took off. To find some place where it hurt just a little less.

Down the block, you see an antique shop that catches your eye. Something in your head tells you to stop, there's something calling you inside, and you don't fight that feeling. You shrug to yourself, what was there to lose?

A bell softly dings above you as you amble into the antique shop.

And it's like you're transported to a different place, a different time, somewhere where it hurts a little less. You'll take the relief wherever you can get it.

Your eyes rake over the old shop, your eyes don't know what to take in first. It overwhelms you, all these precious things forgotten by time.

Boxes lined the counter, book lined shelf after shelf, knick knacks and little trinkets filled the store from top to bottom. A cardboard box sitting beside the register with a small sign that said 25 cents each calls your attention as you amble shuffle through the store. You peek inside and see dozens of photographs.

You smile down at the black and white pictures, each one takes you to a time and place you didn't know but to a feeling you know with your entire being. You remind yourself to take a closer look before you leave.

You keep strolling through the shop. It doesn't seem like there's a rhyme or reason to any of it.

Your eyes rake over the shelves and shelves of books. An unexpected clang of an unseen grandfather clock startles you. It's when you jolt that your eye catches a brown leather bound book calls out you. You gently stroke the embossed spine of the book, a thin layer of dust covering the gilded title.

"That's my favorite."

You flinch, startled by the sudden proximity of the unfamiliar voice, "Huh?"

"The book." A kind, graying woman appears from behind one of the shelves. You smile at her. There's something strangely familiar about her that you can't quite put your finger on. She nods to the book on the shelf, "It's one of my favorites."

"What is it?"

She plucks the book from it's place on the shelf, placing it in your hands, "It's about a couple in the 1500's, off in a foreign land, torn apart by fate."

You frown down at the book, "How were they torn apart?"

"She engaged to another man."

Your lips press into a tight smile. "Oh."

"It's a fantastic story. It's yours, if you like."

Your eyes snap up to her, "Really? You don't have to-"

"I insist." She offers a warm smile, patting your hand, "You look like you could use a bit of cheering up."

"I'm really missing someone right now," you explain. "He'll be back soon, but I- I just miss him."

"Tell me about him."

"Oh, he's perfect," you sigh, walking through the store with the shopkeeper just beside you. "I couldn't ask for a better person. He was a little rough around the edges when we first met but we just work. It's just - he's just -"

"It's the sort of love you find once in a lifetime."

"Exactly." You smile at the woman. It sounds like she speaks from experience. You look around the store. There's so much tucked in each nook and cranny of the store that you wonder how all this found its way to this little store in upstate New York. You could hardly imagine all the stories that could be told here. "This place is incredible."

"I'm very proud of it. Each and every piece was found by myself or my husband."

You softly exhale, "Wow..."

The two of you amble through the store together as the shopkeeper tells you story after story about her and her husband's adventures from their youth. You're not sure how long you're there. If the slowly setting sun in the store window is any indication, it's been at least a couple hours. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that there's so many more stories that you could hear, you know you should be on your way.

You peek into the box of photographs, asking the shopkeeper, "Do you know anything about these?"

She smiles at you, nodding as she begins to tell you the story of each of those photos that called out to you.

You listen to her every word. Though you've just met her, you don't doubt that every word she tells you is the truth. You can see it in each of the photos. Each a love like yours. A love that you find once in a lifetime. A love that you don't put down. A love that time could not break. Somehow, you know that they all lasted a lifetime.

You know because for a split second, you can only see yourself. You and Bucky. Together. A love meant for the ages. For a moment, you swear you're living each and every one of their love stories.

School lovers at a dance.

On a crowded street in 1944.

In the 1500's, off in a foreign land.

A graying couple on their front porch.

There's no proof but you just know, they were timeless...

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actual-changeling · 5 months

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"just say what you mean"

metaphors have meaning, they are meaning, stretched and twined and twisted around the truth at its core.

i am saying what i mean, feelings pulled out of my chest, a red thread dripping blood onto the carpet. my hands, my words, weave it into the fabric of a poem.

it is the ugly truth made beautiful, digestible. no one actually wants to hear what you mean. their shoulders do not know how to carry my thoughts, my pain calcified and ancient.

i say what i mean and no one believes me. i say what i mean and they tell me to use smaller words. to make myself smaller.

less ugly, less sharp, less wounded and scarred.

plainness is bright but just as honest as planting seeds and harvesting poetry. their eyes are not meant to stare at the sun. mine weren't either, but i was never given a choice, so i stared. so i hurt.

i can say what i mean, without flowers, without jagged edges sanded down, without the softening veils they demand.

i was a child. people hurt me. a lot of people hurt me. no one cared and no one helped. i was alone, lonely, and i was in so much pain all i thought about, all i could think about, was how to die.

if you peel back the layers, you will see tears and wounds and pain. you will discover scars. you will hear voices screaming into my ears until they were ringing and i was sure he was going end me right there and then. sometimes i wish he had. it would have saved me a lot of pain.

i say what i mean, and it is too much, too ugly, too distressing. no one wants to hear any of it. no one wants to know which words were thrown at me, how many times hands grabbed my arms and left bruises.

look at the flowers, look at the garden, look at me plucking weeds and planting trees, and tell yourself how good a person you are for being brave enough to open the gate and walk down the path.

come one, turn around and leave. i won't say what i mean again, i promise. i will nod and smile, and you will leave the garden.

once the gate swings shut behind you, i will pick up a shovel and continue digging my grave.

#alex writes #spilled ink #original poetry #cw childhood trauma #cw child abuse #just in case

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presleyanswrites · 5 months

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Babes I have a request I was thinking JJ Maybank fic inspired buy the song always by Isak Danielson

There is one line from the song that I want JJ to specifically say to the reader it’s “ will we end up just like Ross and Rachel am so sorry for the spoiler but that’s the end”

You can decide if you want there to be smut or not

🤍🤍

a/n: thank you for this love!

word count 1,155

warnings: fluff, swearing

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it was a cold friday night.

you got into a very heated conversation with your parents, and the only truth is that JJ was your complete escape from reality.

you were out with your beautiful blonde boy under the stars, the chilly night air peircing into your ears, making your cheeks stingy and pink.

the cold air blew past the two of you, giggling as you took turns laying in the grass and pointing at the constellations.

he was in awe with your love for natrual nature in the evening.

In fact, JJ was quite obsessed with your little passions. How cute your face lit up when you talked about something that clearly had filled your mind for hours at a time, and one of those were your love for how the stars shined each night.

"n' thats the big dipper." you pointed up in the dark painted atmosphere, showing him your favorite connections the night had made for the both of you in the cool grass.

after a while, you sighed and rolled on top of JJ, putting your hands in his jacket pockets as he slightly flinched from the chill in your hands.

"you're so cold." he whispered as he tucked his head where he could see your flushed face.

you hummed in reply, feeling JJ tuck a peice of hair that fell in your gorgeous eyes back behind your ear.

when you looked back at the stars, you scrunched your face in a way that he remembered as something that may have been bothering you.

"you okay, dear?" he gently asks, shifting his position on his arm to look at you laying in the soft grass.

"yeah." you huff, "jus' my parents."

"what about them?" he swallows. he knew that they had always been on your ass about everything lately, and how much you hated being yelled at, how it made your heart hurt in a way that certainly broke his.

"they want me to go to college." you start to feel the tears overtake your eyes.

"far, far away from here."

JJ studies your eyes, his forehead creasing in worry.

"far away from you," you start, voice slightly breaking.

he purses his lips and crooks his head up, squinting his eyes tightly. it was something he damn well knew was coming for the two of you, and he had been putting the thought of separating away in the back of his mind for a while, and now it came back to blow up in both of your faces.

you weren't ready to leave him, and he was certainly not ready to leave you, either.

you were all he had besides the pogues, he couldn't bear the feeling of his father, and he really knew he couldn't bear the loss of you.

you threw on a slight smile and melted your gaze into his.

"wouldn't you say theres always a light in the darkest moments?"

he softly smiled back at you, his white teeth almost kissing your eyes. he could feel the pain in his chest. he loved you. He loved that you always tried to find the good in all the hardest moments the both of you had overcome this seinor year.

he gently reached his hand over to stroke your hair.

"we'll be brave."

you nod and press your head to his.

"do we need a taxi?" you ask, suddenly thinking of the time and how you were going to get home, being out in the middle of completely no where.

he slightly tuts makes a puff in his cheeks. "i dont wanna go and see our friends, honestly."

"why not?" you make a face and tilt your head in confusion.

"i wanna be here with you." he pouts.

"sure." you roll your eyes, "n' whats the real reason?"

"just that." he grimaces, "and john b. hes mad i dented the hms pouge."

you half snort "what?"

"it doesn't matter," he sighs.

the two of you stay silent for a while, holding hands and looking at the stars before jj turns his head to you and gently whispers, "you wanna go get coffee?"

you smile from ear to ear, your throat and stomach absolutely being torn from the feeling of butterflies.

besides laying in fields, surfing, boat rides, and stargazing, going to get coffee was something so simple that JJ and you had cherished since your first real date with him.

after you made it to the shop, the two of you shared giggles over instagram stories and talked for hours until the barista kicked the two of you out.

the crickets we're chirping softly as jj was holding your hand, swinging it back and forth as you walked slowly on the dirty sidewalk.

the sound of the waves next to you, with your favorite boy.

the breeze, the salty air.

you felt content with him.

As the both of you made your way back to the house, you pressed your keys into the door, pushing it open and tossing your shoes on the floor, slamming into the couch. you felt exhausted.

JJ made his way next to you, snaking his arms around you and tucked a soft kiss to your hair.

"you wanna do somethin'?"

you giggle a little as you feel him carry a loose strand of hair from your face.

"Friends?" you sigh, as his face lights up.

JJ sits straight and puts his arm back around you, turning your crappy TV on that he always loved to come over and watch. his dad never let him have one at the house, so he liked to enjoy having a girlfriend to watch random netflix series with.

after almost five bowls of candy and popcorn, and even ten times the amount of episodes, JJ rests the back of his neck on you, fiddling with his lighter before gently asking.

"do you think we will end up like ross n' rachel?"

you let yourself laugh like a little girl, feeling your heart melt out of your chest.

"shit." he groans, "sorry for the spoiler, but thats the end of it."

you make an exaggerated gasp, "JJ!"

"you watched the rest of the series without me?" you whine, kicking your feet at him.

"okay okay, im sorry! im sorry! i had to."

"and whys' that?" you look up at him, making a pouted face.

"i wanted to watch all the sexy scenes and imagine all of it was you."

you almost cough out your popcorn.

"what?" your mouth drops in shock

he snickers as you throw a peice of candy in his face. "you did not!"

"you're fucking hot, you cant blame me for fantasizing how lucky i would be-"

"uh uh uh," you press your finger to his lips as he kisses it and winks. "no."

"one day," he shrugs and puts on a big smile.

you huff as he rubs your arm to keep you warm.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 1 year

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protection - k. leona

summary; you don't need protection but leona likes to insist on it when the rest of his dorm are trying to be assholes.

genre/extra tags; fluff, comedy if you squint, jaguar! reader, cat behaviors but with humans, quiet-ish(?)! reader, reader has vitiligo, reader is mc but not really???, reader is referred to as mc and prefect, reader has no mentioned skin tone, reader is implied to be shorter but not by much (sorry, jaguars are just shorter than lions), slightly badly written hurt/comfort, ooc leona?????

[warnings; assholes being assholes, making fun of appearances (specifically vitiligo) but like this all only happens at the start and 1-2 times]

[gender neutral! reader]

word count; 907

a/n; yippee!!! thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy! i had a good time writing this! something abt jaguars just makes me so happy like when i watch owls. they're just silly little guys yk

also im bad at writing mean shit sometimes so uih,,,, dink donk sorry. also the spots that reader have are the rosette spots that jaguars have!! i only say the ones on the arms but it's implied that there's a pattern on them on their body :)))

you haven't really had much time in the savanaclaw dorm because despite how it contains people like you, they were not very nice. but it didn't really matter to you as you didn't need a pack to live happily. you have a pack, yeah, but it wasn't really a necessity for your kind of beastmen. you've learned very quickly that jaguar beastmen aren't really social people. so you've been accustomed to being alone in peaceful silence.

"you're brave for coming here looking like that. spots and all."

and you're more than used to a few verbal jabs about your looks.

you attempt to walk past the three beastmen but they're blocking your way. you huffed in annoyance.

"are you here to see dorm leader? because i'm sure he doesn't want to see you." one of them (the assumed leader) pokes at a particularly different part of your skin. it just happens to be one of the several spots you sport on your arm, the biggest rosette spot. you don't say anything as you push past them.

the collar of your shirt is tugged on, forcing you to stop. "we didn't say you could leave, short ass."

"no, you didn't, but i did." leona's voice rings out in the common room of the dorm. the air felt colder than ice despite the beaming sun outside. "you got a lot of nerve trying to make fun of my partner, you know?" he rolls his eyes at the trio as he pulls you to his side. "you okay, mc? they didn't hurt you right?"

you're faced away from the three as you look at leona, "i'm good." you mutter. you're not really shaken up, maybe feeling a little odd. somehow it felt different from the other times that you've been made fun of. was it because of leona coming to help?

"good. if there's any scratch of you, i don't think i would be so easy on you lot. tch." leona glared tiredly at the three beastmen. the trio pathetically blabbers their apologies as they leave. "why don't you fight back?"

you shrug as you both walk to leona's room, "i'm used to it. it's not the first time people picked on me." your ears flicker at the sound of beastmen in their respective dorm rooms. you can distinctly hear jack working out, it makes you huff in amusement. "i'm not social like you, leona, i don't express my anger as easily as you. also they just wanted to get a rise out of me to make me look bad in front of you."

"well, you should say when you're mad. or at least fight back?" he muttered. "you're... just as strong as i am."

"heh, takes a lot to call me strong, my lion." you snickered for a second but you stop, frowning slightly as you remember the odd feeling from earlier.

"shut up." he knocks a knuckle against your head. he opens to the door to his room, he gently grabs your hand and takes you into his room. closing the door and locking it, he faces you. "are you sure you're okay?" he asks. his eyes are stern but soft as he stares at you.

you take a moment to answer. in that moment, he rubs his head against your neck as if to comfort. "i don't know? felt weird when you stood up for me." he moves his head to look at you and wait for you to continue. your hands grip his clothes at the waist. "it didn't feel bad. they made fun of my... spots. i'm usually used to it but it felt different today. is that weird?" your ears flatten as you look up at him.

"nothing weird about feeling bad. being insulted sucks." he pauses, "was it at least a good thing that you felt when i came around?" his free hand reaches to brush his fingers through the layer of fur on your ears.

you lean into the touch, "i think so. but the insults kind of sunk in after that too..." you muttered as you rest your body against his. he's quick to lead you onto the bed, both of you laying down and finally getting comfy. "didn't like it. just wish they just made fun of my personality and not.. something i can't control." you try your best to explain. you pick at the stray hairs on his face, staring at your jaguar spots on your arms. "heard comments like it all the time and yet... something felt off." you sigh, "maybe it was because they mentioned you." his ears twitch at the comment.

"what did they say?"

"that you wouldn't wanna see me. poked at my spot after that." your finger rubs over the biggest rosette on your forearm.

"i'll make sure they get their heads straight." his hand grabs at your wrist and moves your arm as his lips kiss the spots. "until then, i won't ever say i don't want to see you. i love you a lot... and i hope you know that." his voice is stern but you can see the love pouring from his eyes as he stares at you.

you can feel your face go warm as he continues to stare at you, "s-stop looking at me like that, would you?!"

"but it's cute watching you be all embarrassed over me saying i love you." he snickers.

"back- back off, leona! not all of us are whipped for their partners!"

"don't lie to yourself, you love me too."

#twisted wonderland #twst leona kingscholar #disney twst #twst leona x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader

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the-duchess-of-domination · 6 months

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College Tummy Tales

due to popular demand, here is a comprehensive list of all tummy-related events that happened on campus this semester (these are all 100% real, i promise you 😭😭😭)

1. this literally happened last friday. i live in a sophomore dorm with my roommate and best friend. we live in an all-gender wing, so me and her are constantly patrolling the hallways because really weird stuff happens at night. last friday we heard some activity near our door, and we decided to be nosy and see what was happening. we came out into the hallway and saw our RA standing near the bathroom, and this twenty-year old guy we live across from sitting on the floor (he’s SUPER cute, like he’s got that shoulder-length middle part haircut and is generally just really friendly and playful. i think he’s a theatre major). anyway, he was curled up on the floor with a bottle of ginger ale and he looked absolutely AWFUL. we asked if everything was okay and he cracked this really weak smile and told us the fish from our dining hall made him sick, and he puked and felt really dizzy and had to sit down on the floor. our RA passed by and got really worried about him and just stayed with him until he felt like he could walk back to his dorm. my roommate knows about my interests (she’s SO FUNNY and supportive) and she was like 😏 girl you gotta take care of him. i didn’t want to overwhelm him so we let him rest. i ended up texting him later and asked if he was feeling better, and he said he was and thanked me for checking up on him. i guess the moral of the story is don’t eat the fish from the dining hall.

2. i am friends with a lot of male theatre majors LMAO. this story happened like, a month ago and isn’t as eventful, but another cute male theatre major is in my ballet class (he is the ONLY guy in my ballet class), and one morning he was sitting out from dancing and i came over to talk to him. COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED he LAUNCHED into a monologue about how bad his stomach hurt that morning, complete with the moaning and groaning and everything, even like, sitting up and showing me his stomach and pushing it out. i was so stunned i just started laughing and he jokingly was like “why are you laughing at my pain????” and i was like “idk i guess you just saying the word tummy as a grown man” and he was like “my tummy? my delicate hurting tummy? my sore little belly?” i swear to god, the male theatre majors are built DIFFERENT.

3. on the topic, men seem to feel really comfortable just using the word “tummy” in general, which i find amusing. i can count a couple of occurrences of men using the word tummy for comedic effect, using phrases like “tummy ache survivor” or “having a tummy ache and being a very brave boy about it”

4. this next one happened in the dining hall and i thought someone would find it amusing. im not huge into burps, but last week this big boisterous frat guy kept burping SO LOUD in the dining hall. it was so fucking obnoxious and the burps were so long and sustained. i kept looking over to give them the stink eye, and the guy had like, 5 empty plates, so ig he was a little full and gassy or something because LORD. hopefully he didn’t eat the fish 😟

5. this last one is the real kicker. in one of my design classes there is this cute, chubby redhead that sits next to me. before class started he had begun complaining to no one in particular that he woke up nauseous that morning. im a really friendly girl so i guess people just feel comfortable sharing things with me, but during class this redhead leaned into my ear and whispered something. like ballet, i was so stunned i asked him to repeat it, and it turns out my ears did not deceive me. he said “i have a tummy ache” into my ear, and my eyes widened and i just couldn’t believe it. i asked if he was hungry or something and tried to offer him a granola bar from my bag, but he turned it down and said he was going to eat something after class. but WOW. im still in disbelief about that one.

anyway, that’s all i can think of for now. me and my roommate have a counter called “X amount of days without a man telling [my name] about his stomach.” so far we’ve only made it 2 days because that halloweekend guy in my poetry class made me have to reset the counter. anyway, love my roommate 💖 the other day she was like “girl you’re only attracted to him because he had an upset stomach 🤨” and i DIED because she’s so right. the bar is so low, boys.

#tummy ache #belly gurgling #belly ache #emeto kink #emetophilia #feedee boy #feedee feeder #feeding kink #male feedism #burp kink #burping #fantasies from the duchess 👑

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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whumptober 12

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tw abandonment, past trauma, rocky recovery, self-doubt, self-worth issues

"I'm up, I'm up!" Whumpee tried to sound convincing as they attempted to put on a shirt in their half-asleep state, very eager to prove that they were still part of the team. "Where are we off to? What happened?"

Their teammates were rushing in and out of the room as they were getting ready, sparing them no more than a few nervous glances; Whumpee was starting to think no one was even going to answer them. It was Caretaker who eventually walked over to their bed and placed a hand on their shoulder, looking apologetic.

"Whumpee, uh... I appreciate the enthusiasm. We all do..." Whumpee's chest was beginning to feel a little tight at the tone, but they straightened their back and feigned nonchalance. If only straightening their back hurt a little less, maybe they would've looked more unbothered. "But I don't think you should come with us on this quest. You're basically still recovering."

"I'm not! I'm as fine as I'm ever gonna be! Is this about me needing a cane now? I won't slow you down!" They sounded desperate, even to their own ears. They hated it. But they hated the notion of being left behind even more.

"No, listen... Listen to me. We've worked alongside each other for decades, you know you can trust me. So please, trust me when I say this isn't the quest for you."

Whumpee opened their mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Their facade was crumbling at a rapid speed. "It is about the state my body's in, isn't it? Don't lie, please. Not you. We– we all know I'm not in recovery. We all know this isn't gonna get any better. Is this it for me? Am I not–" Their voice broke, and they couldn't ignore the tears shining in their friend's eyes either. "Am I not of any use anymore? Will I never go on a quest with you again?"

Caretaker carefully sat down on the bed next to them, then took a slow, deep breath. "You're right," they said eventually, and it looked as though the words hurt them just as much as they hurt Whumpee. "We've been dancing around this entire topic because... because you're such an integral part of the team. We couldn't imagine the team without you. We told ourselves you would get better, and everything would go back to normal." Caretaker cleared their throat, probably looking for the right words to let them down.

"It doesn't have to go back to normal," Whumpee tried. "I'm telling you, I can handle myself. I can– I can do just as much as any of the newbies–"

"Whumpee..."

They sighed, the last of their hope leaving them on the exhale. Right. They were being ridiculous. "I get it," they said quietly. "Thanks for being honest with me. It's... certainly better than leading me on." They wiped away a tear, trying to keep it together for just a few more minutes. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can find a place for myself."

Caretaker's eyes widened. "Get out? Whumpee–"

"I don't want to be a fucking burden. You should already be on your way with the rest of the team, and yet here you are consoling me."

"No, no, Whumpee..." Caretaker took their hand in their own, looking into their eyes with sincerity they hadn't experienced in months. "The team and I have decided that it's best for you to stay out of quests, yes. I'm sorry that none of us was brave enough to tell you that directly. But Whumpee, look around– we're full of new members. New members who would be honoured to learn from you. We thought... we thought it'd be incredible if you could teach the newer generation everything you've learned."

Whumpee blinked, confused and speechless. "Me? Teaching..?"

Caretaker nodded. "Only if you want to, of course. But make no mistake — nobody wants you to leave. You're family, Whumpee. You're so amazing at what you do. And, well..." They chuckled, shrugging a little. "I'm not young anymore either. This is likely my last quest. After this, we could... we could start properly training the newer guys.

Together."

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cw: self-indulgent fluff, injection medication, taking unspecified medication, unspecified chronic illness, needles, chronic pain, Eddie being a wonderful soft supportive bf, 632 wc

"You're amazing."

The plunk of your used injector hitting the bottom of the plastic container you store them in to be disposed of safely is a satisfying sound. It means you're done. The 15 seconds of torture between taking off the cap and finally pulling the needle from your thigh is over.

"How am I amazing?" You store the container away, back in its place where it can be easily ignored until the next dose is due. Eddie pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. The kitchen chair is old and creaky and can barely support one full grown adult let alone two. But that's what you get for ten bucks at an estate sale.

Your leg is sore around the injection site, throbbing dully as the medicine pumps through your bloodstream. Eddie's thick fingers massage the area, rubbing gently along the outside of your thigh, occasionally brushing under the edge of your sleep shorts.

"I don't know how you do that all the time. I'm such a wimp with needles. And I hate seeing you in pain like this."

It does hurt. You try not to show it for just that reason but sometimes you can't hold back a pained "fuck!" that bubbles past your lips. It makes you and Eddie cringe but you're more accustomed to it than he is.

"What did they have to knock you out with a baseball bat when you got your tattoos?"

"No," he drops his head and chuckles into your arm, still massaging your leg. It doesn't hurt much anymore but it feels so good you're not about to tell him to stop. "I was so baked. Wasn't thinking about the needle at all. The one on my chest was the hardest. I almost blacked out twice."

"You're so cool."

"I know, right?"

Eddie squeezes you with the arm around your tummy and presses a kiss to your arm, your shoulder, your cheek. He stops massaging your leg to cup your cheek and pull you towards him so he can reach your lips. You melt into his touch, his lips, and scaly kiss him back.

"Come lay down with me?"

Eddie strokes your cheek and narrows his eyes.

"Not until you take something for the pain. C'mon," he pats your butt and you stand, dutifully taking the pain relief meds he gives you with a big glass of water.

"Jeez you're turning into my mom. No! You're turning into Steve."

Eddie gasps and grabs his chest like he's been shot. "How dare you! You will pay for those words, my dear."

You stick your tongue out at him only to squeal in surprise a second later when Eddie grabs your waist and tickles you. He spins you around, trapping you with your back against your chest, and you fold as he assaults your sides. His ringed fingers dig into your ribs as tears spring from your eyes and you beg for mercy.

"I give, I give! You're nothing like Steve. Please!"

"That's what I thought," Eddie chuckles by your ear. He doesn't let you go. He holds on tight to you and waddles you back to your bedroom so you can lay down and rest.

Once you're tucked in, Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you into his chest.

"You're so brave, so amazing for taking care of yourself, baby. I know it's hard, I know it hurts, but I'm here for you. I'm here."

You nod your head against Eddie's chest, breathing in his scent through his well worn band tee. His hand finds your thigh again, rubbing in soothing circles. The pain is still there but all you can feel, all you can think of in this moment is Eddie. And it feels amazing.

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