#his way of acting gives me goose bumps

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

秦昊 qin hao in shahai沙海/tomb of the sea (adaption of daomu biji series) 

#china #fashion #cdrama #drama fashion #qin hao #best best best best wu xie #his way of acting gives me goose bumps #no he didn't act #he was possessed by wu xie's soul lol #dmbj fans love him so much #fans of dmbj fiction generally think another actor in reunion: the sound of the providence didn't present wu xie #the performance felt overexerted #i don't know it's just doesn't feel right #it's not wu xie #qin hao is so natural #he is just naturally watchable #captivating #living very truthfully in imaginary circumstances right in front of my eyes #he is wu xie #dao mu bi ji #dmbj #the lost tomb #daomu biji

[lovejosephquinn]

The pictures got nothing to do with the actual story I just think he looks extra soft here 🥺

Just friends.

Two words you loathed so terribly from the English dictionary more than you cared to admit.

It was a wet and rainy Friday night, nothing to do but spend time with your best friend; the one you’d loved ever since you could remember. You’d always watched from the sidelines, praying that someday the girl whose hand he held, took every single second out of his free time and cared for so deeply would be you.

When those close to you who knew of such a feeling was to say to you just tell him the truth or you don’t know until you try. Well it was easier said than done. Do you risk your whole friendship or do you just sit back and watch your feelings and yourself deteriorate rapidly from his lack of knowledge or do you leap into something that would either go well or to shit.

Well this night you thought differently, he’d brought you flowers just because you’d had a bad week, you were plowing through a bottle of wine that he’d also took the liberty of purchasing for your night in. You’d just finished devouring the Chinese take out in which you’d requested, plate piled high of the salty yet delicious food, stomach almost ready to explode from the whole eyes bigger than your belly situation.

Legs up on the coffee table, Joe’s arm firmly placed around your shoulder, your head leaning against him, it almost felt like love, a complete and utter fantasy which you focussed so much on so often. His eyes were firmly fixated toward the television screen at the crappy comedy you had committed to. You body moved before your brain could catch up and before you knew it your hand rested on top of his, paying no mind resting against his lap. It made him avert his attention straight to you.

“Everything ok love?” His voice sounded oh so sweet, so quaint and attentive, it made your heart go crazy.

“Always as long as you’re around.” Why are you like this? Your eyes looked up to meet Joe’s, his nose scrunched up, the chocolatey gaze making the entirety of your body tingle, goose bumps arise and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Are you sure, you got everything you need?”

You sat yourself back, sitting up straight, legs moving to sit to the side of you on the sofa.

“What would you do if you loved someone you were so sure didn’t love you the same way back?” A simple question, sure. An innocent question, maybe to you. A hard answer for him, it seemed that way when his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Then I’d tell them, or at least make a move and then at least I’d know right?”

Why was it so easy for him to say that yet so difficult for you to act upon his advice? Oh yeah probably because the reason was sat so close to you.

“Can I practice telling you?”

Joe sighed practically leaving you side tracked to his bizarre reaction.

“Or I could show you, that way you’ll know what to do if you were me.” You nodded as his whole posture moved frantically, his legs now reflective of your own stance. His face came impossibly close towards you. His hand came up to stroke over your cheek, down your jaw and thumb clambered over your lips, a small nervous smile appearing on his features, quivering and anxious for his next move, you closed your eyes, your heart beat irrational.

“Do you know what I’d do, it’ll give you a straight answer for sure.” He whispered.

“What’s that?” Your voice came out in a squeak, you’d never felt this nervous around someone before, never-mind the person you usually feel most comfortable around…

Joe moved in, closing the space between you with a single peck to your lips, slowly moving away dragging his softness with him. You felt fireworks explode.

“Do it again please?” You felt like the manners would make him refuse, but he did and this time for longer.

Your lips collided together in a perfect rhythm, slowly ridding of any tension that you felt, your arms now wrapped around the back of his neck, heads tilting either side for full effect. His tongue made its way past the entrance of your mouth, sliding with yours in unison, it was hot and beautiful. Something your dreams only held dearly to your heart, but now this was reality. He was giving you what you’d craved for so long. Moving back, you felt the last of the smile he’d left lingering whilst you passionately made out with one another, this time you joined him said smile.

“He’s one lucky man.”

“He’s also one oblivious man.” You muttered under your breath, the problem was he heard you loud and clear.

“And what do you mean by that?” Joe smirked.

“Let me show you.” You threw all the confidence you had into this one move, almost throwing yourself to straddle his lap. He furrowed his brow at you, proving your point on full obliviousness.

You moved your arms back around him, this time pushing him toward you from the back of his head and crashing your lips down to his. He was taken back as his breath hitched and eventually hummed at the memorable taste of before.

“You’re a quick learner, darling.”

“What’s your answer?” You bit down on your lip in anticipation, the cogs clearly turning in his brain. You could’ve almost spotted the moment in which the lightbulb pinged above his head.

“If you don’t know then you’re pretty oblivious yourself.” Joe mocked your voice during the keyword. You could’ve cried tears of happiness, if this wasn’t him admitting his feelings back.

“Prove it.” You whispered.

“Why do you think I kissed you? It’s not the road I’d normally go down but I had a sneaky feeling, not so insensible now am I?”

You scoffed, your tongue poking at your cheek as you shook your head in disbelief.

“Should we continue or are you going to look like a rabbit in headlights for the rest of the night?”

You made impact on your mouths together once again, Joe initiated the first and second kiss because he loved you, you initiated the third because you loved him. Now the feeling was mutual it was a pretty easy fact to confirm that you took action together.

The movie was a mere sound in the background now, your full focus was on the man you’d wanted and longed for silently for years and years, it just goes to show the wait can be worth the risk.

Just friends? Just lovers.

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn blurb

[slxtformen]

JEALOUS. | Neteyam Sully

pairing: Neteyam Sully x reader!y/n

warnings!: 18+, smut, fluff, swearing, jealous, toxic? intimate kissing, arguing/fighting, possessive, handsy, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

summary: neteyam has been busy with his duty's and hasn't been paying you much attention so you make sure to give him a reason too. (by flirting with his brother)

neteyam sully loved PDA, whether it be holding hands, arms clutching round your waist or sneaking kisses during feast. he needed people to know you were his and only his.

the markings he would leave on your neck and body were usually enough to scare clan members away, if being mated to the son of toruk makto wasn't enough that was.

y/n was mad at neteyam. he had been so busy with his duty's and patrol that he had been paying absolutely no attention to her. usually this wouldn't bother her, but it had been weeks since neteyam had even displayed any sort of affection other than a short kiss before leaving to fulfil his duty's with his father.

so here she was, the only night neteyam had been given off from his patrol, sat across the feast from him, desperately close to his younger brother, her best friend, lo'ak.

she bit her lip, tilting her head sideways as her ears lay flat, smiling widely at the younger boy, knowing exactly how to act to gain her mates attention.

she laughed at what lo'ak had said and reached her hand to his head, patting and rubbing in affection. lo'ak had no idea of her gameplay and leaned into her hand willingly.

neteyam watched, his hands balling into fists so hard that blood had trickled down his arms from the crescent moon shaped cuts he had created with his finger nails. his eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

his blood boiled and a low predatory growl abrupted from deep in his throat. his eyes saw red as he watched his soulmate laughing and even daring to touch his skxawng brother.

lo'ak reached and placed a gentle hand on y/ns knee, daringly close to her thigh. neteyam snapped, this was too far, how dare lo'ak touch what's his.

he harshly stood up from his seated position next to kiri and began striding through the crowds of people eating and chatting to get to her.

y/n heard footsteps approaching her, and she smirked, turning her head just in time for neteyan to reach her and lo'ak. instantly, lo'ak retracted his hand and his blood drew cold at the sight of his brothers face, neyetam had never looked so furious.

neteyams arm wrapped tightly around her waist and pulled her into his side possessively. he glared at lo'ak and it looked as if he was about to fight his own brother.

"lo'ak. you keep your hands off what belongs to me, yes?" neteyam spoke through gritted teeth, his fingers pressed into her hips, aiming to leave bruising. y/n smirked softly, her head hung.

"neyeyam! sh-she is my friend, only! you skxawng." lo'ak answered back, bravely. y/n raised her eyes to him and mouthed a 'thank you'.

"back off, now." neteyam replied, looking down at his brother with daggers and pushing his finger threateningly into his chest. lo'ak raised his hands up defensively as he backed away, understanding he would not beat his brother in a fight.

neteyam grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the village without a word. he dragged her to their hut they shared, ignoring her pleas and 'sorrys' on the way.

only when they finally reached their hut and the door was closed, pinning her against the door, did he finally speak.

"you little minx" he spoke lowly, his eyes hooded and ears flat. his hands were on her hips, pressing her firmly into the door.

y/ns lips twitched into a smirk. she lifted her chin, her eyes flickering over his hardened features. he had never looked this angry.

"I needed someone to talk to since your normally busy," she whined back, locking her jaw, rolling her tongue over cheek. she knew exactly what she was doing.

neteyam growled lowly and quietly, however it raised goose bumps on her blue skin. he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat.

"you're mine. y/n," he spoke sternly, one of his hands reaching up and grabbing her jaw, the other snaking down her body and resting on her lower back, daring to move lower.

"really? that's why you leave me everyday, giving me no choice but to entertain myself." she said in a sickeningly sweet tone, purring softly when he tightened his grip on her jaw.

neteyam let out a dry laugh and shook his head, lowering his face, so they were at eye level, his pupils blown, dark with rage and lust.

"keep running your mouth like that, i dare you. ill make sure the whole village can hear it scream." he spoke darkly, his knee finding its way between her thighs and forcefully spreading them apart, he pressed his thigh against her heat as she purred louder, breath hitching at the sensation.

"you think you can flirt with other men, with lo'ak? you know he wants you and you know that I already knew. i hope you know what you've just signed up for;" he said, his hand going from her jaw to her throat, locking around it.

y/n inhaled, her hand reached up and wrapped round his wrist trying to pry him away for a little bit of air. her eyes danced with desire. she leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

they kissed like they needed each others lips to breathe, like if they would stop the universe around them would collapse and obliterate. teeth clashes, lips bruised as he nipped at hers with his fangs. it was pure, unfiltered want and anger.

neteyam pressed his thigh further into her heat, earning a soft whimper from her lips, he smirked, kissing down on her jaw, biting and nipping at her neck making sure to leave marks.

"nete, people will see those." she breathed, gasping softly when he bit down on her shoulder, drawing blood.

"let them see what your great mighty warrior can do, at least then people will know what's mine." he said against her skin, lifting his hands up over her clothed breasts, he reached round and untied the piece of material that was barely covering her anyway.

He quickly snaked both hands around her back and under her thighs, hoisting her effortlessly into his arms. she tightened her legs around his torso, causing him to groan.

he carried her over to their shared sleeping area, setting her down and hovering over her body, connecting their lips together aggressively.

y/ns hands wondered over his neck and down his toned torso, she stopped just above his loincloth, gently grazing her fingers over his lower abdomen. his eyes shut in pleasure and he purred slowly into the kiss.

neteyams mouth travelled from her lips to her neck, moving down until latching onto her nipple, sucking. a loud moan abrupted from her throat, he smirked into her skin.

he ran his hands over her body, groaning against her lips.

"this is mine to touch, only mine." he growled, kissing her harshly, hands massaging her now bruised and swollen nipples. he kneaded the sensitive skin as she let out another loud whimper.

"that's it, baby, make those noises for me." he spoke lowly, pinching her nipple and making her hiss in pain due to the sensitivity.

neteyam smirked, lowering himself and pulling down the remainder of her clothing, so that she was now fully exposed to him.

he hovered over her heat, his warm breath fanning the soaked and sensitive area. he traced his fingers deadly close to her core, teasingly.

"your so needy, i haven't even touched you. is this all from me, my girl?"

y/n tightened her jaw, fingers clenching around nothing as he carefully teased her.

"no, lo'ak was-" she began to speak, but neteyam sunk his teeth into the skin of her thigh, making her groan in pain and pleasure.

"don't lie to me, y/n. who got you this riled up?" he asked again, eyes staring daggers into hers, his fingers tightly gripped her thigh, right where he had just pierced skin .

"y-you did!" she whimpered desperately. her core was burning and aching for him. she needed him to touch her.

"that's what i thought." he sneered, pushing her thighs open, exposing her soaked pussy on full display.

neteyam almost drooled at the sight. her perfectly, pretty core splayed out just for him. it was only for him.

he lifted his thumb to her clit, slowly drawing circles on the bundle of throbbing nerves.

"please..'tyam." she groaned out his favourite nickname. she squeezed her eyes shut from the taunting. his head rolled back at the nickname and his member grew solid.

"how about i put my baby in you, oh how my parents have desperately been asking me when we will be expecting. then no one will dare touch you when your round with my child, ey?" he smirked, sliding his middle finger into her entrance, curling upwards to hit her g-spot.

y/n whimpered quietly when he added a second finger. her head was thrown back against a pillow, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

he lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his tongue. enjoying her heightened moans.

his fingers worked inside her while his tongue worked on her clit. y/ns legs wrapped round his neck, trying desperately to pull him closer than he already was.

she could feel the knot in her core coiling, the pleasure that coursed through her veins made her eyes roll into her skull.

"that's it, my girl," neteyam hummed, curling his fingers upward and basking in her moans, his erection straining against his loincloth, begging to be freed.

y/n felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, her back arching into the blankets as neteyam lapped up her release, still curling her overstimulated clit.

after he was satisfied with her whimpers , he raised himself to hover over her, wrapping his hand around her throat and kissing her harshly.

y/n purred into the kiss, running her hands down his sides. goose bumps rose on his skin as she reached round to grab his queue, pulling her own around her body she looked lowly into his eyes.

neyetam groaned as she looked at his with pure filth in her eyes and slowly pulled his queue toward her own, making the bond. his eyes widened as he would never get used to the feeling and her purring grew louder as her body twitched in overstimulation.

he kissed her jaw and brushed his fingers slowly across her skin, earning soft whimpers.

neteyam pulled his loincloth to the side, letting his erection tease her entrance, the tip just barely sliding in.

"please neteyam." she begged, nails digging into his shoulders and back as he dragged out the moment.

suddenly he pushes himself in with one sharp, quick thrust. she cried out due to the sudden pain of his length.

the low animalistic groan that escapes neteyams lips is pure euphoria. the guttural sound was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

"oh, that's it, my love." he breathes into her neck, his hands on her hips as he starts thrusting.

the sounds of skin slapping, breathless moans and purring echoed and was sure to be heard from outside their hut, if anyone had returned from the feast they would be sure to hear.

"'tyam-" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, enabling him to get even deeper.

"that's right my love, say my name, my name," he groaned lowly, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, the cries of pleasure from her lips enticing him more.

y/ns head fell back, tears pricked her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

the knot in her stomach was coiling tightly, her eyes rolled into her skull, and she arched herself further into him.

"nete, I'm close," she whimpered softly, lacing her fingers through his braids and gripping them tightly, pulling and yanking softly at the roots.

"fuck, that feels good," he breathed, fingers digging into her bruised hips.

those words were all it took to send her plummeting over the edge, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the village.

neteyam came seconds later, thrusts drawing sloppy as he released inside of her. his soft laboured breathing and purring made her head spin.

"maybe i should flirt with lo'ak more often," y/n said, her fingers grazing through his braids, pulling lightly as he let out a growl, eyes narrowing.

"just joking." she spoke through rapid breaths, her lips slightly twitching into a smirk.

neteyam shook his head in disapproval, lightly kissing her forehead and standing up to get cleaned off.

"I'm sorry for flirting with lo'ak, it was wrong. he is your brother." y/n said after she cleaned herself with the damp cloth neteyam had brought her.

"it is alright, i should pay more attention to my mate," neteyam spoke quietly, keeping his guilt ridden eyes away from hers as he turned around to face the wall of the hut.

"hey, look at me," she whispered, grabbing his arm and forcing him to face her, reaching up to his cheek.

"i love you, and that's not going to change, we are mated for life under eywa. i need to learn to deal that being mated to the mighty warrior tsyeyk'ian, things will be a little different." y/n admitted and let her eyes reach his, staring into his yellow orbs with a small smile.

"well hopefully you are to get pregnant so that my father will give me time off to care for my mate and child," neteyam spoke with hopeful eyes as a cheeky grin plastered across his face, y/n rolled her eyes and stalked away from him to rearrange their sleeping area,

however, a secret smile rose to her face at the thought of having neteyams child.

#neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine #avatar way of water #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #netetyam smut #neteyam scenario #sully family #lo'ak x oc #lo'ak fluff #lo'ak #avatar #na'vi x y/n #na'vi #jake sully #netiri

[wildbornsiren]

Don’t ask, don’t stop || Ron “Slider” Kerner/Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Don’t ask, don’t stop. Summary: Goose needs to clear his mind, he finds his quiet space. And another problem finds him.  1313 words Ron “Slider” Kerner/Nick “Goose” Bradshaw Warnings: None.  Notes: I really should stop fighting the muses. Thank you so much @writercole for the beta.  I love comments and reblogs, likes make me happy. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.  Cross posted to @wbslibrary​ follow there for more fic (tagging in a few: @lorecraft @green-socks @semperhuggs @antiquitea @skiddit @pollyna @sliderkerner @icemankazansky  )

It was late, the neighborhood fast asleep. The streets were empty save for a few lone cars, even the 24-hour diner was empty. Nick rubs his eyes with one hand while stopped at a red light, cursing the lack of sleep, the ass chewing replaying in his mind over and over. It was stupid, going beneath the hard deck, even stupider to do the fly by. He had cleared the air a bit with Mav, but the anxiety still crept up his spine, making a home in his already cluttered mind. Nick continues driving until he finds the parking lot he was looking for, shoving a few crumpled dollars into the paybox for his haphazardly parked vehicle before making his way down the beach.

When the hard packed sand gives way, Nick sits at the edge, taking his shoes and socks off, rolling his jeans up a little. He digs his toes into the soft, cool sand, hands in the pocket of his jacket. The night is a little chilly, the cloudless ablaze with the soft light of stars. He’s far enough from the water’s edge to avoid the spray, but he can still hear the waves crashing into the shore, rhythmic, steady, calming.

It’s easier to breathe out here. He rolls his neck, eyes closed, just listening to the water. The sea breeze carries the scent of sweet beach grass on the salty air. Here, he could sit, take the time to untangle the gnarled ball of thoughts, simply exist without Mav vibrating so hard that even Nick’s cells shake. He loves the man, he really does—Pete’s his brother, his best friend, but there’s so much riding on this, so much at stake. Pete’s not holding on tight enough, or maybe Nick’s holding too tight, he’s not sure.

That was the story with them though.

Nick looks up when something cold and damp presses against his neck. Slider is standing next to him, a bottle of beer in his hand. Nick takes it, Slider thumps into the sand next to him.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime Goose?”

Nick snorts, twisting the bottle cap off. “Stalking me, Slider?”

“You went past me at an intersection,” Slider says, “I got curious and followed. Thought it might be a girl, but I found you here. Moping.”

“I’m not moping.”

“You’re sitting in the sand, by yourself, all huddled up, Bradshaw. I’d say that’s moping.”

“I’m thinking, a concept that I understand may be difficult for you to grasp.” Nick takes a sip of his beer. “Thanks.”

“Don’t be a dickhead. I’m trying to be nice.”

Their shoulders brush, Slider a warm, solid line of mass against him. It’s comforting. They had drifted a bit after Annapolis, but somehow they were drawn back together. An act of nature, or some immutable law put in motion by the universe. It was a push and pull, circling, peacocking—not nearly as obvious as the pilots, but RIOs had their own reputations to hold up.

“How badly did you get your ass chewed?” Slider breaks the quiet.

“Thinking about becoming a trucker.” Nick says. “Cross country hauling.”

“You’d hate it.” There’s a soft chuckle, and Slider nudges him. “You’d get bored so quickly.”

“Maybe,” Nick sighs

“You would. You belong in the air, jackass. Same as me. Same as Ice and Mav.”

“Watch out, someone may hear you. Then you’d have to explain that you have emotions and shit, Kerner.” Nick bumps him right back, enjoying the banter that is usually overshadowed by the two pilots showboating.

“I have emotions. I just keep them to myself,” Slider laughs again. “I need the two of you around. You honestly think there’s anyone else me and Ice can compete against?”

“Oh, so now we’re competition?”

“You think Wood and Wolf are?” Slider says. “You and Maverick are the only two that keep us on our toes.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” Nick laughs. “Thought you considered us another obstacle.”

“I do care,” Slider objects, faking offense with a gasp, “that stings Bradshaw. Are you forgetting our time at the academy?”

“We almost got kicked out of there too,” Nick chuckles as he bumps his shoulder again.

“I think you’re the problem.”

“You’re also a common denominator, and so is Ice,” Nick points out with a smile, “but, you’re the problem.”

He stays quiet after that, letting the rolling waves fill the silence as they drink. The night chill sends a shiver through Nick's body, and he instinctively curls towards the warmth beside him, the heat radiating from the man beside him enticing him. Slider shifts and Nick catches a whiff of his cologne, subtle, expensive, and rich. As it settles into Nick's senses, he relaxes, and the thought crosses his mind that it's nice.

This is nice.

It's a problem.

There are a few things that Nick doesn't talk about. The relationship he had with his father. The fact that he was a virgin until he was nearly twenty-two. That he was scared of the dark nearly that long as well. And that it wasn't only women that caught his eye or captured his heart.

“I may be a problem, but I’m here aren’t I?” Slider grins.

“Let’s hear it for RIO solidarity.” Nick taps his beer bottle against Slider’s, offering a quick grin, one he knows doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“We’re friends,” Slider mumbles, his eyes focusing on the waves in the distance. “Unless I’m mistaken.”

“You aren’t,” Nick assures, “it’s just a lot, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Keep Mav from doing fly bys and you two should be fine,” Slider scoffs.

“He’s showing off,” Nick mutters. “He wants everyone to know who he is. All the attention on him.” He looks at Slider, something twisting in his chest. The other man is looking out to the water, but he glances at Nick, their eyes meeting, holding each other’s gazes. Nick barely remembers to breathe, the warmth in Slider’s eyes washing over him. They’re close, too close, Nick’s free hand curling in the sand, physically stopping himself from reaching up, tracing along Slider’s strong jaw.

Instead, he reverts to grade school behavior, and shoves gently at Slider again.

“One more time Bradshaw, I swear,” Slider grumbles. Nick smirks, shifting his weight to do it again.

Instead, he finds himself flat on his back in an instant, the coolness of the sand seeping through his clothes. Slider is on top of him, a weighty contrast of warmth to the comforting chill of the sand. He’s got one thick thigh between Nick’s own, a hand on his shoulder, pinning one of Nick’s arms to the ground. “If you needed to get it out physically, all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind wrestling around with you.”

It was something they had bonded over in the academy; both had wrestled in high school.

Nick swallows thickly, eyes raking Slider’s face, then dropping to his chest, and the flash of metal dangling from under the neck of Slider’s shirt. He reaches with his free hand, grabbing the ball chain of Slider’s dog tags, and pulls down, bringing their mouths together with a muffled grunt. Time stands still, the only thing registering is the pounding heartbeat in his ears.

And then Slider kisses him back.

Yielding, soft, softer than Nick had ever expected. He moans against Slider’s mouth, lips parting when the kiss deepens. The sand is soft, Slider’s weight pressing against him, the same hand that pinned him, now unzipping Nick’s jacket, palm dragging up his torso. Nick is taller by an inch, but Slider is broad, muscular, his shoulders roll when Nick’s hands span over his back.

“Nick?” Slider whispers, hoarse, the word pressed to Nick’s jaw.

“Don’t ask,” Nick replies, “don’t stop.”

“Copy that,” Slider murmurs, easing his mouth over Nick’s once more.

  /end

#Ron 'Slider' Kerner/Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Glider #Sloose #shelly writes #Ron 'Slider' Kerner #Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Ron 'Slider' Kerner x Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Slider/Goose #Top Gun 86 fanfiction

[adidastain]

gestures of affection

90s trey parker x fem reader (unnamed)

warnings: suggestive dialogue

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2218

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“I fucking hate my job,” I groaned under my breath, closing my door rather violently. I didn’t notice the body on my sofa until it spoke.

“That comes as a surprise,” Trey said. It took me a moment to process that he was being sarcastic. He looked quite comfortable; his entire body was sprawled out over the entire length of my couch. He was eating some leftover pasta.

He startled me, but I was relieved to see him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to drop in unannounced, but it usually wasn’t until 9 or 10.

“What, you just come and go, acting like you own the place now?” I teased him, tossing my jacket onto his head.

“I had a day off,” he explained, removing my hoodie from his face and placing it at the top of the couch.

I walked over to the fridge, looking to see what food there was. “And you think you can just eat my leftovers?” I gasped, grasping my chest in fake shock.

Trey stood up and came up to me in the kitchen, taking the last few bites of pasta right in front of my face. “Oh, this is your pasta?” He said, teasing me.

I stared at him, trying not to show him that I was amused. He finished the pasta and tossed his dishes in the sink, rinsing them out. “Pardon,” he said, reaching to open the fridge behind me.

I didn’t move, making him have to brush up on me in order to reach inside the fridge. His chest met mine as his arm snaked into the top shelf to grab a Coke. I couldn’t hold in my laughter as his cheek brushed mine.

“Sorry, am I in your way?” I asked, placing my hands on each side of his torso.

Trey hummed. “No,” he said softly. He planted a few small kisses below my jaw, his free hand snaking up to hold my waist as he closed the refrigerator with his other hand.

He was so annoying. I loved that about him.

Trey reached behind my head to take the plastic claw clip out of my hair, running his fingers through it and pulling my body closer to him. His lips lingered on a sensitive spot behind my ear. He knew damn well it was gonna give me goosebumps.

“Trey, no. I’m so gross right now,” I laughed, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Maybe I like it,” He argued, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. He looked at me straight on, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. “How would you know?”

“Well, the excruciating 9 hours of work I put in today along with the gallon bucket of sweat I'm about to wring out of these clothes are pretty convincing,” I stated. Trey shook his head and mumbled something, before leaning back in towards my neck.

“Are you staying over?” I asked softly, trying to dodge his kiss attack. Trey just pulled me closer and hummed into my neck. I felt his teeth lightly dig into my skin.

I laughed. “Is that a yes?”

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m trying to swoon you. I need to focus.”

I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips ghosting the already goose-bump covered skin of my torso. They were cold in contrast to his lips, which continued moving up and down my neck and shoulders.

“I can’t let you go any further,” I grimaced. “I need a shower.”

“No,” he mumbled into my neck. Trey wrapped his arms around me tightly, hugging me as he continued to kiss along my jaw.

“I will hit you in the balls. Let go,” I threatened, lightheartedly of course.

“Fine,” he huffed.

“And put some socks on, freak. I don’t want your disgusting freakazoid toe germs all over my couch,” I teased, poking him in the stomach as I turned around and made my way to my bedroom.

“Think of it as a token of my love. Dost thou not appreciate my gestures of affection to thee?” Trey announced, allowing himself to move back into the living room. I rolled my eyes and closed my bedroom door behind me.

I tried to spend as little time in the shower as possible, but I kept falling asleep in my head. Part of me wanted Trey to invite himself into the shower with me, but neither of us were in any way at that stage in our relationship just yet.

I ended up deciding to shave while I was in there, just for the hell of it. Of course, this took an extra 20 minutes. My hands stung from how badly they’d pruned.

By the time I was out of the shower, it was an appropriate time to go to sleep. I put on an old T-shirt and shorts and went into the living room, where Trey was once again sprawled out on the sofa. This time, with socks on.

I crawled on top of him without saying a word, just letting my weight sink into him as I laid down. Almost instantly, his hand made its way up under my shirt to trace gentle shapes on my skin with his fingertips. With the other, he ran his fingers through my damp hair. It was heavenly.

“Thanks for coming over,” I said softly, my face half buried in his chest.

“Thanks for giving me a key,” Trey laughed. The soft buzz of his voice vibrated through his chest, pressed right up against my ear. I laughed softly, sliding my leg in between his. “I had to get away from the guys.”

“So you didn’t want to come by just to see me?” I said, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m pretty much just using you for a place to stay,” Trey said. “Not even sex.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. I knew he was just joking around. It wasn’t entirely either of our faults alone that we hadn’t advanced to third base yet. I was nervous. I guess maybe he was too, or he wanted to wait as long as possible so that when the time finally came, it was worth the wait. However, I’m sure if I told him that I was ready, he’d jump on the opportunity like a savage animal. “That’s not my fault.”

“I didn’t say it was,” Trey half grunted as he sat up, pulling me into his lap. He reached over the arm of the couch for one of my throw blankets, which were all folded in a pile in a basket next to the sofa. He threw it over me, having me sit straddling his hips while he was sort of curled up too.

Trey’s hands pushed my hair behind my ears, making space for his lips to lay in the crook of my neck. His palms traveled down my arms and onto my waist, tenderly caressing me as he covered me with soft kisses.

“Trey…” I hummed, laughing softly out of nerves.

“I’m just kissing you,” he said, proceeding to pepper my skin with gentle grazes of his lips below my jaw. His hands slipped underneath my shirt once again; his thumbs softly stroking my sides. “That’s it.”

“Hm, and next you’ll just be squeezing my boobs, no strings attached. And then your hands will be in my pants. That’s all,” I hummed, teasing him.

“I’m serious,” he said. I felt his hand spread out on the small of my back, pulling me closer. Trey pulled away from my neck to look me in the eyes, glancing between them and my lips.

I wanted to die in his arms.

My hand moved up to caress his face, pulling him in. He kissed all up along my cheek, tenderly. It was so quiet, all I could hear was his lips clicking and my heart racing. The TV was on low volume and was playing a soap opera.

I turned my head towards him, closing off my neck so that he’d kiss me on the lips.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. It was more of a breath, it was so quiet. I wanted nothing other than his lips on mine, breathing one another in.

“I can’t,” he giggled softly. Trey’s nose brushed against mine as I pulled him closer, both hands on either side of his face. “You know I can’t. The smell of your shampoo has fucked me up enough already. I’ve been holding my breath.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed him anyway, feeling his body melt under me as our lips met. Trey rested his head back, taking it all in.

“Your problem now,” Trey sighed, grinning in between kisses. “I tried to warn you.”

I felt what he was talking about after shifting my position. I ignored it, keeping my kisses soft and lacking any intention other than to just be a gentle affectionate gesture.

Trey made it seem like he was drowning - like I was strangling him or something. “You’re the one who put me in your lap,” I told him, keeping my tone low. This earned me a small vocal reaction from him.

One of his hands took a hold of my hip, pulling me further into him. With each kiss, he opened his mouth more and more, and I did the same. Our kisses were still slow, but passionate.

I felt one of his fingers hook under the waistband of my shorts, so I pulled away. “Don’t even think about it,” I laughed, sitting up so my face was far from his.

His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing quite rapidly. Trey looked at me with the softest doe eyes he could possibly muster up, a small smile present in his lips.

He moved his hand, pulling me close again so he could keep kissing my neck. I heard him hum softly in bliss as he tugged my hips towards him.

“I think I’m ready for bed,” I said softly, using the same low, gentle tone I had before. My fingers made their way through Trey’s hair, pulling on it slightly in an attempt to lift his head up.

Trey whined, pouting as I sat up and leaned away from him. For the past few days that he’d spent the night, he slept on the sofa. Occasionally, I’d sleep with him there, but he never came into my bed.

“Come with me,” I said softly, kissing his cheek. I kissed a spot below his ear, tracing his jaw on the other side of his face with my other hand.

“To bed?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed. I kissed him softly on the lips before looking into his eyes.

“For real?” Trey whispered. He had the most awestruck look in his eyes, seemingly shocked that I invited him into my bedroom but excited nonetheless.

“Yeah,” I laughed. We both sat up, Trey somewhat frantically grabbing the remote to turn off the TV.

I led him into my bedroom, closing the door behind us and watching Trey awkwardly sit on the edge of the bed.

“You have to sleep on top of the covers,” I told him, teasing him. I turned off the overhead light and climbed into my bed, waiting for him to join me.

“Are you fucking with me?” He asked cautiously.

“Yes, nimrod. C’mere,” I laughed.

Trey slipped under the covers next to me, awkwardly adjusting so he was comfortable and avoiding touching me all together.

“I’ve had Journey stuck in my head all day,” he complained, laying down on his back and staring at the ceiling.

I turned my bedside lamp off. “Which song?” I asked.

“Uh,” Trey thought. I lifted his arm so that he could put it around me and I could cling to his body with my head on his chest. “‘Mmm… Tearin’ me apart… Every, every day’… something like that,” He huffed, singing the single bit of that song that he actually knew.

“The one that’s like ‘Na Na Na Na Na Na,’” he sang again.

“Yeah. I love that song,” I said, wrapping my arm around his stomach and pressing my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was soft but rapid.

“What’s it called?” Trey asked me.

“I dunno,” I laughed.

“That’s helpful,” He stated, laughing with me.

It grew quiet. I closed my eyes, listening to Trey’s heartbeat slow down as he took deeper breaths. He pulled the covers up further and turned to his side, facing me.

We both giggled softly, pulling each other closer. I felt his lips meet my forehead for a brief moment. Trey ran his fingertips through my hair, slowly and gently.

I hummed, reveling in the feeling. My body melted next to him, my eyes falling closed and my breathing starting to deepen.

I thought about waking up next to him in the morning. It was convenient that I was off tomorrow; maybe Trey planned that out on purpose.

“Are you asleep?” Trey asked softly.

I slowly opened my eyes. “Almost,” I hummed, grinning.

“Okay,” he laughed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, dickface,” I whispered. “I love you.”

Trey giggled. “I love you too.”

A pause.

“Shithead,” he added.

We both started laughing softly. “We’re twelve,” I sighed, closing my eyes again.

#this is so silly #i really like the dynamic between them i love writing dialogue #trey is so fun to write #trey parker #trey parker x reader #x reader #mattrey #matt stone #cannibal the musical #south park #baseketball #fluff #fanfiction #fem reader #90s

[gasolineghuleh]

Kinktober 2022, Week 2!

Day 8

Bloody Mary + Caught In The Act

“Oh fuck, babe,” Mary says, his voice raspy as his hands trail along your body, leaving steam and goose bumps in their wake. The two of you are crammed into the handicap stall in the back bathroom of the bar, both trying to stifle any noises of pleasure as your hands discover each other's bodies, not for the first time. You've been meeting like this for weeks now, but the feeling of his hands on your skin never seems to fully satiate your arousal and you find yourself coming back to the bar again and again to "meet up" with the bloodied bartender. 

"We have to stop meeting like this," you only half joke. You're already out of breath from the way that Mary controls your entire body, his tongue slipping easily between your lips and his hands guiding yours exactly where he wants them. When his hands move to the hem of your skirt and his fingers don't encounter a panty line, he throws his eyebrows into his hairline.

"Bold." His fingers press up against your already wet cunt, slipping with ease inside of you as your eyes slide closed of their own volition. "I like girls who are bold with me," he whispers into the hollow behind your ear as he leans in. “Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” You let go and moan in his ear, grasping at the bloodied hair beneath your fist. He grunts at the tug and rolls his hips against you. 

“Fuck me. Right here. I don’t care how, I just need it, NOW. Mary,” you beg, scrabbling at his waist line in an attempt to free his cock from his pants. As usual, he’s wearing what feels like a thousand belts and it takes you a moment to get through them in your frustration. He’s in the same state that you are, and practically tears his pants apart when he joints your efforts. Finally his cock is free, and you’re slinging your leg up onto his arm, and the head of his cock is slowly sliding into you, and you’re moaning, and he’s grunting, and the door to the bathroom opens. 

The door to the bathroom opens?

You turn your moan into a gasp in the same instant that Mary slaps a free hand over your mouth. When you expect him to stop he doesn’t, instead thrusting into you to the hilt and grinding his hips against yours. You whimper against his hand, eyes widening when you realize what he intends to do. 

“Hey man, is that stall taken? I gotta shit.” One of his band mates is on the other side of the stall and calling out to Mary, who had followed you in only after a few moments had passed. There’s a chance he doesn’t know that you’re in here too. 

“Yeah, sorry. Got the PBR problems, you know?” Mary audibly groans as he slides his cock out of you and pushes forward again, tilting his hips perfectly to make your eyelids flutter. You narrow your eyes at him and squirm in his grasp, trying your best to remain silent as Mary says, “You might wanna leave man, it’s only gonna get worse.” He bounces his eyebrows at you as he says this, beginning to move his hips faster. By now you’re wet enough that it’s bound to be audible, something Mary attempts to cover up by lamaze breathing.

“Alright, alright. Good luck, shit. I’ll order you a shot of Pepto Bismol at the bar.” His bandmate laughs as he opens the door, echoing out into the hallway as he leaves.

“I’m gonna hear about that later,” Mary growls as he leans forward, kissing you viciously as starts to fuck you in earnest. This time he doesn’t bother to attempt to hide the sound of his cock pounding into you, the sound of your slickness and of his hips against yours. “Better give me the best damn pussy of my life for that shit.” 

“You’ll get it,” you manage to breathe out, rolling your head back against the wall of the bathroom stall and giving him better access to your neck. He bites your neck and sucks, leaving a throbbing mark that’s no doubt going to be visible within the next few minutes. When you squeeze your muscles around him he groans, sinking into you and rocking his hips against yours. It’s only when you feel his cock pulsing inside of you that you realize he’s cumming, teeth clamped tightly to your neck as he shakes with the after tremors. 

“God I did,” he breathes. You feel him smile against your neck before he pulls back and slips out of you, gently lowering your leg to the ground. “You gotta stop turning me on in public, babe. We’re gonna get caught for real some day.” 

“Wouldn’t that just be fun?”

#lorraine writes #fic #fanfic #the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost smut #mary goore #repugnant #nf #hfoa #ghost bc fanfic

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi! I just wanted to say how much I adore your writing. I grew up playing and watching people play COD, but I never played the reboot of MW until recently. It really sent me down a rabbit hole of hyperfixations, and I naturally had to start reading fanfics - which is when I started to read yours.

I think at this point, I've read all of your works about 30 times over. When you write angst, it feels as though I'm going through the most gut-wrenching grief - like someone just told me that I lost a loved one. It leaves you with a hollowed heart as you write with such strong, haunting descriptions that give me goose bumps. You can feel the characters urgence and anxiousness. On the flip side - when you write fluffier works or paragraphs, it feels like a sunny day and closing your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun rays dance across your skin as a small smile comes onto your face. The way you emulate romance and companionship is so endearing and heart-felt - leaves me with a stupid grin.

You capture the characters so incredibly well, it's so lovely. You understand them, and you don't change them - you let them act and be who they are. Understanding their flaws and character quirks. It's really lovely.

I cannot wait for the next Cult of the Vagabonds chapter. It's so beautiful and grief ridden. Absolutely incredible.

I hope you have a fantastic day, and please stay hydrated. <333

This is so lovely, thank you!! I also grew up with CoD - my brothers all used to play them when I was little, and I always watched until I was ready to tackle a FPS, lol. But this is super sweet, I'm incredibly grateful that you feel this way about it.

Above all, I want to write about a love I would want anyone to experience, no matter what universe it takes place in or how wild it seems.

And I'm really glad people think that the characterization is accurate because I really am a stickler on that, haha!

Much love <3<3

#halcyone answers

[i-would-have-come-for-you]

Can't love you in the dark (Chapter 2: The night we met)

Chapter 2: The night we met

When the night was full of terror

And you had not touched me yet

The night we met (Lord Huron)

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Nights were always chilly in Suna, accompanied by sweltering days. It had taken Hinata some time to get used to after the unpredictable rain showers of Konoha’s metropolitan. But after 4 years, it felt natural for her to withstand the warmth of the desert city.

Still, the nights never failed to give her goose bumps with the chilly breeze like right now. She let her feet touch the floor boards as she moved to close the window she had forgotten. Instead of closing it, she parted the curtain and looked at the dark night outside.

The normally noisy neighborhood seemed deserted at this hour, almost like no one else existed there except for her. A chill went through her, unrelated to the cold. She admonished herself at the thought.

She didn’t need to scare herself.

She glanced at the wall clock, which showed it to be 1 a.m. She sighed tiredly before closing the windows. “Why can’t I sleep?” she asked no one in particular as she decided to leave her room to make a cup of chamomile tea.

Talking to herself had become a habit she developed with no one but a toddler to talk to at home. Speaking of her son, she decided to check on Daiki before making tea. It was a habit of sorts, to check on her son throughout the night, as if he’d vanish if she didn’t.

There had been a lot on anxiety-induced sleepless nights in the last 4 years. The stress related to managing her job, taking care of her son and juggling with paying the utilities that came with a neighborhood as safe and nice as hers- it kept her up sometimes.

And sometimes, she was just lonely- missing so many people.

The sound of Daiki’s heartbeat always grounded her. He was the reminder of everything she was working for; her baby boy, the light of her life.

She moved quietly into the room next to hers. Walking over to the small bed, she looked at her son who slept with quiet, even breaths. She ran a hand to sweep her child’s dark hair off his forehead. He barely stirred.

She smiled as she leaned down to peck his cheek. He was such a deep sleeper, totally unlike her. He’d be energetic as usual in the morning tomorrow whereas she’d barely be holding it together thanks to sleep evading her right now.

Hinata didn’t know why she couldn’t sleep. She just had an anxious feeling in her heart. In Daiki’s green night light, she checked all his windows to ensure they were closed before making her way out, closing the door behind her softly.

“Get it together,” she whispered to herself when the anxious feeling returned. The hallway light was on and she stopped in front of the hallway mirror for a second to look at herself.

The red silk pajama set she’d splurged on last year looked bright against the pale of her skin. Her shoulder length hair was disheveled from the tossing and turning in bed. She looked thin, but still her curves made her look healthier than she felt.

She straightened her tank top and shorts before padding towards her kitchen, where the light was still on.

Strange. She must have forgotten to turn it off before turning in for bed.

Her heart stopped when she turned into the kitchen. In the light of the kitchen, the silhouette of a man was visible, sitting at the kitchen table.

She abruptly thought of the gun she kept in her bedside drawer. Before she could act on the instinct to get it, something familiar about the man’s profile nagged at her mind.

She stopped by the doorway as the man, sitting straight, turned his head to face her.

If she was scared before, she felt her blood turn to ice when she looked at his face. She felt herself growing faint as she staggered a few steps forward and gripped the counter for support while her lips parted in shock. The man’s face was expressionless as he stood from the chair to face her.

It felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, staring at a phantom from somewhere long ago. Her heart thundered and she struggled to draw in a breath.

The man in the immaculate striped suit did not look at all fazed. He did not behave as the intruder he was. No, he simply looked at her before raking his eyes all over her frame.

Finally, her husband met her gaze and smiled the way he used to smile at his enemies to put the fear of God in them. “Hello sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

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Author notes: And the story continues. What do you think is going on ;)? Let me know how you're liking the story so far. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Please do leave a comment and reblog to share the story and increase the exposure as it motivates me to keep writing SasuHina in this dying fandom.

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#hinata hyuga #mafiaau #romance #love #fanfiction #itachi #Sasuke Uchiha #SasuHina #Sasuke x Hinata #Modern AU #Betrayal #Dark Sasuke

[sidekick-hero]

oh oh oh tell me more about Suitcase of Memories? 🥰

Awww Lex, my dear, thank you for making me talk about @legitcookie and I's big bang 🫶

So, it's basically a star-crossed lovers story. They met in a different life but their love is doomed from the start. But many centuries later, Steve has those weird dreams that seem almost too real. About two lovers finding and losing each other. And they start just when he meets this really cute guy who feels so familiar even if they never met before. They click instantly and Steve can see himself falling in love with Eddie. And that thought terrifies him.

Have a very special moment under the cut because I love you friend💜

A melody, hauntingly familiar, reaches his ears. It's coming from further up the sidewalk, and he picks up his pace, his feet almost moving on their own in their hurry to find the source of the song before it stops. Turning the corner, he's greeted by a beautiful man with an acoustic guitar, and the sight steals the breath from his lungs.

The man has long, curly brown hair, and his face is softly pinched as his thick, ringed fingers idly strum the instrument. Watching him play is mesmerizing, the gentle melody like a long forgotten memory. It's as if the man has cast a spell over Steve, drawing him closer and closer until Steve is standing right in front of him.

The man must have noticed him approaching because when he lifts his head he looks right at Steve. As their eyes meet, Steve feels an electric charge running through his body. He gasps softly at the overwhelming wave, and the eyes of the guitarist widen at the same time.

"Hi," says the breathtaking figure before him, friendly and curious.

Of course, Steve acts like an idiot, because instead of answering like a normal person, he just keeps staring at the man, mouth probably open, eyes wide. After a long moment he catches himself and replies in a breathless voice, "Hi.”

They look at each other for a moment before the man's lips curl into a small smile. "Like what you hear?"

Steve clears his throat and nods a little too forcefully. "Uh, yeah, man. It sounds great."

The man strums the same chords again, and goose bumps start to rise up Steve's arms. He can't help but ask, "It sounds really familiar. What is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just something that popped into my head," the man shrugs, his eyes moving sideways, finally breaking eye contact, and he starts fidgeting with his rings. There's something so familiar about the way the man talks and moves, but Steve can't put his finger on it.

"Have we met?" Steve asks, eyebrows furrowed. He's still staring intently at the man with the guitar. It's like he's listening to an old record, one he used to know by heart but hasn't listened to in a long time, and it's just skipped a few beats and he doesn't know where he is in the song.

"Pretty sure I'd remember you if we did," the man replies, his eyes shifting sideways and back to Steve, giving him a wink and grinning widely, white teeth flashing behind full lips. Oh fuck, he has dimples too.

#mail #thefreakandthehair #steddie #my writing #thank you Lex my dear 💜

[n7adam]

I realize I never posted this here, and I really should have. So here's my slender man story.

He's So Tall.

It’s two thirty five in the morning. I’m awake as I usually am at this time, night owl ya know? I’m up just, doing what I tend to. Browsing the web, playing games, watching YouTube videos. But these past few nights, things have been… different The internet has been acting weird. Slow, sometimes just not working at all. So I find myself using my iPad and not even playing my 360. I had been… watching random vids for about ten minutes I suppose, then… then I fell into creepy pasta. Yeah, you’re already thinking, bad idea Adam. Bad, bad idea. But hey, my iPad will load so, what the heck.

Now, I like to hear creepy pasta stories. But no matter what, I always find myself watching… his… videos… reading ‘his’ stories. Yeah, him, Slenderman. Now don’t get me wrong. When I first heard of him and other things like Jeff the Killer, and ect. I didn't care much. Web fads. “Don’t fall into them Adam.” I’d tell myself. Heh, yeah right. But the stories intrigued me. Always have. Myths, legends, Kryptids. All so fascinating, ya know. I read a bunch of stuff about the slender guy, the Tall Man, whatever his name is in German. Thought he was cool and pretty creepy. Then I heard about how he was made up by a kid to win some contest. Lost some of my interest then. But I still checked stuff out from time to time… and tonight was one of those times.

I can’t really say I was ever afraid of ole Slendy. I mean they say you have to believe and be scared for him to get cha. But… anytime I did sit and think, “What if he comes for me?” I’d just snort and figure, “Hell, if he’s real, then everything in my head would be too. And then he wouldn't be able to hurt me with my power!” Yeah, I’d be safe. Don’t have to worry bout it. Stupid way to think. Better safe than sorry.

I’m not the biggest chicken, but… sometimes I get freaked out. Well, I got thirst so I wanted to go down the hall… that… dark… black… abyss of a damned hallway, so I could get a bottle of water. I opened my bed room door and pushed the unlocked baby gate we use to keep dogs out of certain rooms, out of my way and stepped into the hall. All I could see was a little light, from the street light outside, peeking in the window. Must be a small crack in between the curtains in the living room. That calmed me down, some light. Just a little.

I started making my way down the hall, slowly, trying not to focus or think too hard and give myself a headache. I made it about two-thirds of the way to where I could just see into the living room, the kitchen to my right, living room to the left. Why in God’s holy name did I look left? I saw it, a dark figure, tall, slim. Standing, sorta... slouched, too tall for the house. I got goose-bumps up my arse crack but settle myself and rubbed my eyes, shaking my head. Just too much creepy pasta, yeah, too much YouTube. I moved my hands from my eyes and looked back up, waited for them to focus again with the tiny… tiny bit of light. God save me. He was still there! I turned and walked back to my room as fast and quiet as I could. I didn't want to wake my mom up. I went into my room, fully closed the baby gate and my door. Then I locked the door. I don’t know why, it never works when they do it in the damned stories, but I did. I’m on my bed now, writing this out. It’s now three-o-one am…. Took a while to write it but I needed to. I guess he is real, and I can’t shape-shift so. Yeah, heh, needless to say, I’m still thirsty.

#slenderman #slenderverse #creepypasta #horror #fiction #short story #mine

[mellow-worlds]

I yearn for love so much that I can't let people know I'm unloveable. I try my best to pretend I am and I act like it and I laugh and I try and I smile and I love them, I love everyone so much, they just can't love me because this world holds no love for me.

Life is beautiful but I'm not, I don't belong in life. I don't belong in life. I can only give love I can't receive it, so all I can do is to service myself to humanity. The desires of my own don't matter so I'll surrender myself to everyone else's will. Who cares? Who cares about me? I can only care about others. Nobody cares about me. I should be gone but since I'm not, the least I could do is TRY not to be a nuisance. In the end, everyone will hate me. After all, what's not to hate? What's to love? I'm just selfish enough that I try to convince people I actually am loveable. But I'm not, it's a ruse, it's a ruse, I'm a ruse, I don't exist, I don't exist, I only hurt. I love and I hurt, I love and I hurt.

There's no kindness anyone should show me. I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about the tiny instances he acts dismissive towards me (without any ill intent) because I know that's how everyone should treat me,, they're just too kind to admit how much they hate me because that is not a kind thing to do, but they should, they should, they should. Everyone should step on me and command me around and kill me and burn me and strangle me and hang me and impail me and eat me and destroy me and abuse me and abuse me.

L said he doesn't want to take advantage of me, that he doesn't just want to use me. But that's what I exist for, I am a toy he will eventually get bored of but in the meantime I'm here, at his service, and he can treat me any way he wants. Because even if I had feelings, it doesn't matter, I'm just a toy, I'm just a toy, a wind up toy who sometimes is broken but tries its best. Gosh. He should abuse me. I want him to abuse me. It's what I deserve. I'm getting goose bumps. I want to smile for him regardless, I want to thank him, for being the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to smile for him I want to laugh for him and I just want to be held by him. I'll do whatever he wants and I'll think of nice things to do for him he won't even notice, and one day I'll die of neglect, I'll die because I've served out, because I finished my duty, because he then will move on to more interesting things, better things, things that aren't half-dead already. I'll try my best to last as long as possible, and I'm terrified of the day I lose my use to the world, the day I truly and utterly become useless. I am worthless already, but right now I can live off the illusion I might serve some sort of purpose to some people, to some people, to very few people, if anyone at all.

I'll smile for you, I promise, I'll smile for everyone. I'll find the beauty in everything, and I'm sorry you're wasting your time in trying to find the beauty in me, but until then, until you find out, I'll smile for you.

ROAR's music is so soothing. It makes me feel happy. Thinking about seeing L again in less than an hour makes me feel happy. I don't deserve to feel happy, but I'll do it anyway, I'll do it for you. The song "Fading Kitten Syndrome" feels like a warm hug, it feels like the hugs you're kind enough to give me as I so greedily take every opportunity to feel your warm, body against mine, as I so greedily take every opportunity to pretend you could love me. That's why I rest so composedly on your chest, that's why I bury my nose deep in your sweater, to pretend I don't exist because all I feel is you.

[christian-perspectives]

Being In The Presence Of God

Jeroboam was not concerned at all about keeping Israel in the presence of God? In fact, it seemed as though he did everything he could to keep them out of God’s presence. His example will teach us what not to do if we want to stay in the presence of God. For when the Lord tore Israel away from the kingdom of David, they chose Jeroboam son of Nebat as their king. But Jeroboam drew Israel away from following the Lord and made them commit a great sin. 2 Kings 17:21 Israel at this point in history was a divided kingdom. The southern part was called Judah while the northern tribes kept the name of Israel. The Bible records that many of Israel’s kings did evil in the sight of the Lord. Even Judah got involved in some of the same practices that Israel did. But even the people of Judah refused to obey the commands of the Lord their God, for they followed the evil practices that Israel had introduced. 2 Kings 17:19 The Lord allowed Judah to remain in the land. But Israel on the other hand was taken into captivity. Because the Lord God was very angry with Israel, he swept them away from his presence. Only the tribe of Judah remained in the land. 2 Kings 17:18

Banished from the Presence of God

Why were the people of Israel banished from the land God had promised them? Verses 7-10 give us a list of reasons. - This disaster came upon the people of Israel because . . . - They worshiped other gods. v.7 - They followed the practices of the pagan nations. v.8 - Also, they followed the practices the kings of Israel had introduced. v.8 - The people of Israel secretly did many things that were not pleasing to God. v.9 - They built pagan shrines for themselves. v.9 - They set up sacred pillars and Asherah poles. v.10 The chapter goes on to say they did many evil things arousing the Lord’s anger. And it wasn’t because the Lord didn’t warn them. They just refused to obey Him. Again and again the Lord had sent his prophets and seers to warn both Israel and Judah: “Turn from all your evil ways. Obey my commands and decrees—the entire law that I commanded your ancestors to obey, and that I gave you through my servants the prophets.” 2Kings 17:13 After their captivity, our verse for today says the people chose Jeroboam as their king. His practices continued to lead them away from the presence of God. And the people of Israel persisted in all the evil ways of Jeroboam. They did not turn from these sins until the Lord finally swept them away from his presence, just as all his prophets had warned. 2 Kings 17:22-23 Be Sure That You Stay in the Presence of God What does it look like to be in the presence of God? Is it a mystical feeling or one that gives us goose bumps? It can be, but it’s really a way of life and not just an event. The presence of God comes through obedience to the Lord. In 2 Kings we saw that Israel could no longer enjoy God’s presence because of their disobedience. In Acts, Peter addressed this subject. He and the other apostles were brought before the Jewish high council who forbid them to talk about Jesus. Peter said this. We are witnesses of these things and so is the Holy Spirit, who is given by God to those who obey him. Acts 5:32 Jesus also encouraged us with the following words. Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them. John 14:23 Unlike Israel of the Old Testament, God will not banish you or send you into captivity. The only time anyone will be banished from God’s presence is if they die without knowing Jesus. Examine Your Life

All who know Jesus as their Lord and Savior are in the presence of God. If it seems like you aren’t in His presence then you must examine your life. Who moved? It certainly wasn’t God. Then it must have been you. He has always been in the same place waiting for you to turn back to Him. Make sure nothing is standing between you and your relationship with God. Remember Jesus is standing at the door of your heart waiting to come in. Or maybe come back in. Check out these related posts on the presence of God. - Enjoy The Presence Of God - How To Enter Into The Presence Of The Almighty - Being in The Presence Of God Is Your Goal Lord, forgive me when I allow something to hinder my relationship with you. Thank you, God, for the guidance of your Holy Spirit who keeps me in your presence. Take the time to read all of 2 Kings 17. Read the full article

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[velvettapeworm]

You should go outside, he says to me. Look. The sun’s so big and orange.

He’s looking out the window from the armchair in the corner of the room. For all he fills the thing out, it might as well be a whole king size mattress. We live alone, and I can’t afford anything like an actual bed, so in the guiltiest way I’m almost glad he’s so not-there. He says he’s happy with things the way they are, but I think maybe if I didn’t sleep on the floor he’d at least be able to enjoy a comfortable couch without feeling ashamed of himself.

His head’s like an LED in that fuzzy beam. I can’t stop looking at him. He barely blinks, too.

The chair screeches like heavy machinery when I get up and stretch. It bothers me plenty so I assume it bothers him too, but he acts like he doesn’t hear anything moving around in the first place. Even when I shuffle to the door and let the breeze roll inside, he’s staring kitty-corner out the opposite window, and the hairs on his arms don’t even prickle with goose bumps like mine do.

I think he likes to see me outside as much as he likes the hill basin and wildflowers I’m standing in. Vicarious joy is what I do for him. And there’s the harvest moon in the sky—not the sun, but it is orange and very large. Guess it looks warm, but we’re getting real close to weather when I’d be shivering out here. For another month or two I’ll still be able to do this, but with the days getting shorter, I’m not looking forward to seeing him go mute cause the window’s frosted over. I already can’t make him open up his mouth to eat. Or even tell me when he’s hungry.

God, I’m angry. I’m tapping on the window. He’s staring straight out at me and I tell him Stay with me, okay? I’m still here and you’ve gotta be too.

The days pass like icicles building down from the gutters. I need a shower. He needs a bath.

I take his hand and fold it into mine. He doesn’t turn to look at me, but I know he would if he could. My lips leave a faint sparkle where I kiss his knuckles.

You’d get more out of life if you were a coat on the rack, I say with mourning in my cheeks. My laughter rings hollow to my own ears; it peters out when I look back up and see his deadened eyes. I want to cry, but it’s not like it would help.

We lay together and I can’t get warm. His tepid skin makes the thermal quality of the wool blanket on top of us feel redundant, but I pull him into me like my life depends on it, and eventually I stop noticing the points where his chill meets me. It’s almost comfortable.

The crows start sounding like him when they squawk and croak. I hate it so much I stop going outside when staying in is an option. When it’s not, I carry bits of him in my coat pockets, touch them and suffer quietly. We’re people in little pieces, him with loose hairs all over the armchair and carpets and me still in all the places I carved out room to collect him. It barely hurts.

It barely hurts, I say. Needles don’t bother me anymore. Let me do this, alright, if not for you then at least let me do it for me.

He’s falling apart, y’know? It gets more obvious every day. When’s the last time he actually saw me when his eyes were pointed my way? I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it. What I have to remember is that he remembers me.

Ha! It’s really something. I’ve probably poured more of me into him than I have into myself. I could put his head on my own shoulders and be more Me than I’ve been this past year. Or his heart in my chest. If I did both maybe I’d be a real person again.

It’s not as cold today.

That fat orange cat has turned up at the porch again. Don’t think it’s noticed I’m here. It just kind of looks right past me and keeps walking... I don’t have any food to give it anyway.

I’m tired. A lot.

When I sit in the doorway and stare out over the porch, I hear his voice near the creek. My eyes refocus and I stand up, stretch, and go inside. Then tomorrow comes and I’m more tired than I was yesterday, and the day after that I start thinking it’s about time I threw my shoes on and headed down there.

The sun gets quiet. The moon gets bigger.

Yeah, it’s time. I’m carrying more pieces of him than ever. There’s practically none of me left.

I see him smiling with his bare feet in the water just on the other side of the stream. He watches me wade in and tips his head back, laughing. You’re looking handsome, he jokes. I give him a smile of my own.

I missed you, I tell him, and I kiss his knuckles—warm and soft—while my eyes flutter closed.

I’m here now, so stay with me. That’s all we’ve gotta be is right here.

#gothic fiction #vt writing

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

I have a drew smut request, there whole family’s are very close and have a dinner every Friday, (she also has 2 siblings) drew comes home after filming and comes to the dinner but he hasn’t seen reader in few years. She comes back from a party in the middle of dinner (they liked each other as teens)

Reunion

pairing- drew starkey x reader

summary- above

warning- drinking, language, sex, oral receiving (male).

a/n- tried this is drew's pov, hope it's okay <3

“Drew honey take a seat” Y/N’s mum calls from the tables, tapping her hands on the seat beside her. I give her a soft smile and walk through the threshold and takes the seat next to her.

“Y/N isn’t going to be happy her seat is taken” Mia Y/N’s oldest sister states, I begin to scoot the chair back out from under the table to move but her mother stops me by grabbing at my bicep.

“She probably won’t even turn up” James Y/N’s older brother states, his eyes trained on his phone. Deciding to listen to her mother I stay seated, hands placed on my lap as I look over at my sister with raised brows and she shrugs.

I hadn’t been to family dinners in a long time, they had been happening since I was 10 years old. Every Friday the two families would get together alternating houses, there would be games and delicious food.

I had a crush on Y/N when I was around 16, I had some sort of feeling she might have felt the same way but I never acted on the crush though as we went to separate schools and she began bringing her boyfriend to dinners which just made me uncomfortable and jealous, so I stopped going.

Sure, a huge part of my not going was because of her boyfriend Brad but it was also because I was beginning to book acting gigs and then finally moved out to LA. Suddenly, I was filming outer-banks and the fame was rising, I spent less time at home and spent more time in LA with friends.

“Yes, she will James, she knows tonight is important” her dad advises, sending everyone a warm smile. Chatter begins to flow through the table, questions coming at me about outer-banks and if I was enjoying filming.

I answered politely and laughed when everyone else did but the seat next to me that stayed empty for the first hour of dinner had me questioning were Y/N was. I wasn’t expecting her to be here tonight not when she had a life and a job.

But the fact her dad said she would show up had my body temperature rising and my foot tapping on the polished wooden floor. I was beginning to get anxious at the idea of seeing her after a few years.

Just as I’m about to get up to use the bathroom the sound of the door slamming open has everyone jumping, giggles echo throughout the foyer of the house. The sound of her laugh causing goose bumps on my skin. The door closes and I can hear shuffling of keys.

Y/N’s mother excuses herself and slips out of the dining room, I notice the way her brother and sister give each other a knowing look and try to hide the smirks on their faces, her sister leans over to whisper in her dad's ear.

“Y/N is here” her mum calls out; my eyes fall to the door to watch them walk in together. Or should I say Y/N stumble in. She’s wearing a tight dress that sits on her mid-thigh, her spaghetti straps showing off her delicate toned arms.

My eyes trained on her face as she clings onto her mum's shoulder to keep her upright, her face has thinned out. She has a sharp jaw line and light freckles still swarm her face; her warm Y/E/C eyes still captivating as they had been when we were younger.

“Drew!” She exclaims, she pulls herself away from her mother and comes charging towards me. I quickly stand up to grab her before she flies into the table, her arms wrap around my neck and I respectively hold her upper back.

“Mr. famous how are you?” She questions, she pulls away from me and takes the seat next to me without asking whether it’s hers, to be honest I got the feeling she did whatever she wanted an no one told her no.

“Oh, I am good” I respond, I sit back down next to her. Her elbows pressed into the table and she leant into the palm of her hand to watch me.

She was definitely high, her pupils so large you could hardly see the color of her eyes when she focused on you. I could smell the faint linger of cigarette and tequila on her, she sat rather close to me and I couldn’t help but look down between us at her thighs that were on display as her dress had ridden up.

“Get some food” James says to Y/N, his eyes trained on her as she waved him off. Her mouth opening as she looked back at me, my eyes flicker between the two of them. “Listen to James, eat” her mother states. Confusing sets onto my face.

Y/N huffs loudly and begins to put things on her plate, she looks back up to her brother and gives him the thumbs up. “This enough for you dad?” She joked and her brother rolled his eyes going back to eating his own dinner.

“What you been up to Drew, it’s been a while” she asks, she begins to eat her food and my eyes can’t seem to focus on anything other than her lips. The way the fork scrapes against her top teeth.

They are plump and pink and all I wanted to do was kiss them. I’m very confused on the sudden urge to kissing her, I also couldn't seem to shake the idea of wanting to fuck her on the dining room table.

“Drew’ she giggles, her fingers poking at my cheek. I let out an awkward laugh and look back down at my plate, gazing around the room to see everyone back in conversation and no one noticed the weirdness from me.

“Sorry, I’ve been working a lot. How about you?” I smile, she pouts her plump lips and places her finger on her chin as though she is trying to remember what she had been doing for the past 5 years.

“I got married to Brad” she says, I hold back on my reaction as I dig my nails into my thigh to calm myself down. I don’t know why I’m so angry, we haven’t spoken in so long, of course she would get married. She probably had kids by now. “And then I found him fucking my best friend in our bed. So, I divorced him” she adds.

To say I’m shocked wouldn’t cut it, my expression must have given that away as she lets out a laugh and skulls the glass of wine that was placed in front of her. Her plate clear of food now and she leans back into the chair with her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Shit I’m sorry to hear that” I offer, I already knew she didn’t want to hear it. Of course, I wasn’t sorry, I hated Brad. This also gave me extra motivation to get her alone, tell her how I used to feel and maybe see if she’d be interested in hanging out.

Her brother caught her attention and she leant forward, soon enough I was chatting with my mum and her dad about LA and I had completely forgotten about her sitting so close to me, that was until he leg brushed against mine a few times.

At first it didn’t bother me but when I felt her hand on my thigh my body tensed under her, I took a side glance at her and noticed she was in deep conversation with my sister Brooke. I did however notice the subtle leg tap she gave when she noticed I was watching her.

It was okay. I didn’t mind her touching me, actually it was rather exhilarating. I could feel myself growing in my pants as her hand came up higher towards my groin. She was teasing me and it was a rush, I felt young and stupid. My nerves skyrocketing every-time someone asked me a question and I had to focus on the answer Instead of her fingers tapping at my inner thigh.

“I’m just going to use the bathroom” I announce before pulling away from the table and making a run for it. My palm pressing down on my groin, lord help me if someone noticed the raging boner I was sporting. Twisting the door knob and rushing inside, my back leaning against the wooden door.

I lock the door and walk over to the sink, pressing my palms to the cool marble and taking deep breaths as I stare at myself in the mirror. My brows creased as I fight with my inner thoughts, how could I possibly be letting her simple touches get to me so bad.

Turning the cold tap on I cup my hand under and gather the water up, splashing it onto my heated skin. Rubbing my face to ease my nerves and clear my horny thoughts. Wiping my hands and taking a moment to myself.

“Drew”

My head snaps to the white door to hear light knocking on the wood, my heart beat picking up when she repeats mine name again. My legs taking me to the door before I can comprehend, opening the door to see her leaning against the wall In front of the door, she pushes herself off and presses her palms on my chest.

“What are you doing?” I question, watching when she turns around to lock the door and looks back at me. Her eyes dark and hooded, she’s pressing her palms against my chest and nudging me back until the back of my legs hit the cabinets.

“I have wanted to do this since we were 16” She breaths, pushing up on tippy toes to press her nose against mine. My breath catching in my throat as I stare down at her, my lips ghosting over hers. My fingers curl around the bench top until my knuckles turn white. “Can I kiss you”

Throwing all caution to the wind I press my lips to hers, fingers curling around the material of her dress to pull her flat against my chest. Her fingers crawling up my neck until they settle in my fluffy hair, her nails digging slightly into my skin.

The kiss was magnetic, I physically couldn’t pull away from her. Soft but rough, passionate and electric. Our tongues moving against one another, the feeling of her body against mine had me foaming at the mouth. She pulls away before I can and stares up at me through her mascara coated lashes, fuck me eyes staring into my soul.

“Drew” She whispers, her fingers pull at the roots of my hair and bringing me down closer to her. My body leaning over her slightly, she brings a leg up and places her knee on the counter top next to my hips, looking down at her slender tanned skin. “Would you fuck me?”.

My face must be giving away how shocked I am as she chuckles softly and pulls away, my hand gripping her leg before she put it back to the floor. Her eyes staring hard at my hand that held her against me. My throat dry and words jumbled in my head, the only thing I can think of to do is press my lips to her again.

“We have to be quick” I groan, Shes nodding her head and pulling up her dress to sit around her hips, black g string on display. An audible groan leaving my lip as I stare at her, she begins pulling her panties down her legs. Painfully slow might I add, the side of her ass in perfect view. “Well come on, get your dick out” she giggles, now standing in front of me with no panties.

My fingers work on the belt of my pants and finally the zipper, her fingers grabbing my wrist when I go to pull myself out of my pants. She gives me a sly smile and reaches her hand down, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when her hand wraps around my length. She pulls my cock out and drops to her knees.

“Let me suck it” She moans, her tongue running over the tip of my very hard penis. Pre cum leaking just at the sight of her on her knees for me. My fingers grip at the countertop for the third time tonight, her mouth taking my dick like a champion.

She hallows and sucks like her life depends on it, spit dribbles down her chin and her eyes never leave mine. My heat rattles against my chest as I watch her swallow me until I hit the back of her throat, she never gags though. Instead, she moves faster until I'm pulling away and her mouth makes a pop noise when my cock slips from her pretty lips.

“Don’t worry about me, I need to feel you in me now” She demands, her hand reaches into the drawer beside my leg. Digging to the back she pulls out a condom and brings herself to her feet again. Putting the the foil between her teeth and sliding it over my dick, again her eyes never leave mine.

Her hungry lips smash against mine and my hands squeeze at the flesh of her ass, pressing her against me. Pulling up one of her legs so she can rub herself on my dick, soft pants leave her lips as I kiss down her neck. Careful not to leave marks even though I really wanted to.

I couldn’t take it anymore and pull away from her neck, spinning her body to push it against the wall of the bathroom. Her face pressed against the wallpaper; her hands sprawled out around her. She is opening her legs to give me access, lining my dick up to her entrance. “Please” She’s begging as I push deep inside of her.

Her walls clenching around me as I bury myself into her, giving her a moment to adapt she nods her head. I begin to rock in and out of her, creating a perfect rhythm for the both of us. My hand reaching around between us to toy with her clit.

“Fuck, your pussy is perfect” I moan out, my words causing her to pulse around me. Her fingers clawing at the wall under her. Her mouth opens wide as she takes small breaths, eyes sealed shut as she cries out quietly. “So, fucking perfect”.

“God Drew, this is better than I thought” She cries out, her ass grinding back into me as I pump in and out her roughly, my fingers leaving her clit to hold onto her hips to fasten the pace. Her fingers come down to play with herself while I keep her up against the wall.

Both our legs shaking as the orgasms bubble in the both of us, it takes all my strength to hold on until she comes. Her fist balls and pounds on the door as she whimpers under me. “I’m coming, Drew fuck uh” She cries out, taking that as my cue to let go as well I spill out into the condom.

Our breathing harsh and hearts beating fast, I pull out of her and grab her a cloth. Placing it under the tap and passing to her while I got rid of the condom and hid it under toilet paper so no one would comment on it. When I turn around she's watching me with a smirk and her arms crossed in front of her.

“Should have done this a long time ago” She giggles, before I can answer she's slipping out of the bathroom and I am taking another moment to myself to gather my thoughts and splash water on my face again.

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[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

masterlist

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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[lina-andel]

Broken faith {part 6}

[ENG] Klee was not mistaken - from the side where, as you remember, Fatui's camp was, Albedo came out, dusting off his clothes and removing the sword. You couldn't see it, but Fatui were never friendly to people, so your player logic, you didn't think that their death was bad. But then you remembered that this was not a game and goose bumps ran through your body.

- "Are you cold, your highness?" - noticing your trembling, the girl took it in her own way, immediately letting go of your hand and turning to the fire. He really was already barely burning. - "I'm going to intensify the fire now!"

You acted more intuitively than reasonably - as soon as Klee's bomb touched the fire, you immediately grabbed it, pulling it away - the kettle, which heated up sharply, exploded, and a splinter flew into your hand, which was immediately burned by the fire so that you let go of your guide, clutching the wounded limb.

The fire did not have time to spread further - the flower that blossomed on the fire did not give the fire from the Vision even an attempt to melt the perennial snow.

- "Are you all right, Your Grace?"

***

"Ouch!" - you shouted, trying to reflexively pull your hand out of the unpleasant sensation, but Albedo's grip was strong - such that it seemed to you that he was about to tear this hand off to you. - "What is this anyway?"

- "Healing ointment." - simply answered the alchemist, again applying a new bandage to you. You twitched again - it stung horribly. - "Sorry for the inconvenience, Your Grace, I didn't have time to prepare another one." - there really was regret in his tone, from which you could not be angry with him - it seems that he learned this guilty look and tone from Klee, who was now fiddling with an alchemical workbench. Your guess, by the way, turned out to be correct - Albedo did not attack you as soon as he saw you. On the contrary, he immediately rushed to do everything so that the burn did not turn into a severe wound. And that's why you got to his camp in no time. -"Everything is ready. In a couple of minutes you will no longer feel them, so do not worry." - Having finished treating your wounds, he put the rest of the bandages in his pocket and began to examine you carefully, expecting what you say to him.

"Thanks, Albedo, but can I ask you something?" - Waiting for a nod, you looked into his eyes and, slightly shuddering from a strange feeling of uneasiness, decided to ask him head-on.

"Why are you calling me "Your Grace"?" [RUS] Кли не ошиблась - со стороны, где, как ты помнила, находился лагерь Фатуи, выходил Альбедо, отряхивая одежду и убирая меч. Ты не могла его разглядеть, но Фатуи никогда не были дружелюбны к людям, поэтому твоей логикой игрока ты не считала что их гибель - это плохо. Но потом ты вспомнила что это не игра и по телу побежали мурашки.

-"Вам холодно, ваше высочество?" - заметив твою дрожь, девочка восприняла её по-своему, тут же отпуская твою руку и разворачиваясь к костерку. Тот и правда уже еле горел. -"Я сейчас усилю огонь!"

Ты действовала скорее интуитивно, нежели разумно - стоило бомбочке Кли коснуться огня, как ты тут же её схватила, оттаскивая - котелок, резко нагревшийся, взорвался, и осколок прилетел тебе в руку, которую тут же обожгло огнём так, что ты отпустила свою проводницу, схватившись за раненную конечность.

Огонь распространиться дальше не успел - цветок, распустившийся на костре, не дал огню из Глаза Бога и попытки растопить многолетний снег.

-"Вы в порядке, ваша светлость?"

***

-"Ай-й!" - шикнула ты, попытавшись рефлекторно вытащить руку от неприятного ощущения, но хватка у Альбедо была крепкой - такой, что тебе казалось, будто он сейчас эту руку тебе оторвёт. -"Что это такое вообще?"

-"Лечебная мазь." - просто ответил алхимик, вновь прикладывая к тебе новую повязку. Ты вновь дёрнулась - щипало это ужасно. -"Простите за неудобство, Ваша светлость, другое я приготовить не успел." - в его тоне действительно было сожаление, от чего ты не могла на него злиться - кажется, что этому виноватому виду и тону он научился от Кли, которая сейчас возилась с алхимическим верстаком. Твоя догадка, кстати, оказалась верна - Альбедо не стал нападать на тебя, стоило ему тебя увидеть. Наоборот - он тут же поспешил сделать всё, чтобы ожог не превратился в сильное ранение. И именно поэтому до его лагеря вы добрались в кратчайшие сроки. -"Всё готово. Через пару минут вы перестанете их ощущать, так что не беспокойтесь." - закончив обрабатывать твои раны, он сложил остатки бинтов в карман и стал внимательно тебя осматривать, ожидая того, что ты ему скажешь.

-"Спасибо, Альбедо, но я могу спросить у тебя кое-что?" - дождавшись кивка, ты посмотрела ему в глаза и, слегка вздрогнув от странного ощущения беспокойства, решила спросить в лоб.

"Почему ты зовёшь меня "Ваша светлость"?"

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