#but I don’t want to procrastinate and have to turn in messy work

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GOODBYE KISS — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo, established relationships, morning cuddles wif toru <3, morning tantrums with toru too lol, ft. our fav: momjo !!

satoru’s head is on your chest as he snores softly—normally, you adore the feeling of him so close to you, but right now, it’s five minutes until your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm will go off. you’ve already hit snooze on the other six—how satoru’s slept through them all is a mystery to you.

you peer down at him, watching the way his lips are parted as soft breaths escape him in gentle sighs. his hair is messy over his forehead, and the sun makes his skin glow in that way only satoru could glow. you sigh, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and as if he feels the affection in his sleep, he hums a little while still unconscious.

too bad you’ll have to break this peace in just a moment.

and this is going to work out poorly—you already know that. if you move from under satoru, he’ll wake up. if he wakes up, he’ll realize you’re trying to leave. if he realizes you’re trying to leave, he’ll have a meltdown. if he has a meltdown, he’ll surely win and convince you to stay. if you stay, you’ll miss class and fall behind on the notes. if you fall behind on the notes, you’ll procrastinate on catching up. if you procrastinate on catching up, you’ll know absolutely nothing by the time the next exam rolls around. if you know nothing by the time the next exam rolls around, you’ll have multiple mental breakdowns and lose yourself to stress the night before as you cram all in one sitting.

simply put, your entire grade resides on the fact that satoru is currently sleeping on your chest, and he definitely won’t let you leave.

you try anyway—and just as you suspect, you fail.

“huh? wha—where are you going?” he groans, rubbing his eyes as he blinks them open. “wait a sec—baby no,” he whines.

“shh, toru, you’re dreaming,” you kiss his forehead, “i’m not actually leaving.”

“i’m not stupid!”

“shhh, your dream is tricking you,” you insist, “i’m still right under you.”

“you can’t gaslight me! i’m not falling for your tricks,” he huffs, “how gullible do you think i am?”

very, you want to say—but that would be a bad idea.

“you’re not stupid at all, toru,” you say sweetly, “you’re the smartest man i’ve ever met.”

“this is definitely not a dream because you’re even meaner to me in my dreams,” he raises a brow, “dream you would never be this nice.”

“what do you mean i’m mean in your dreams?” you gasp. you’re not mean to satoru—you wouldn’t have to yell at him if he just behaved half the time.

“they’re more like nightmares,” he huffs, “last one, you made me sleep outside. that was rude.”

“how could you dream me being a jerk?” you ask, offended—and before he can answer, your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm blares.

satoru glances down at your phone and stares for a moment—and then he flops back against his pillow as he whines miserably.

“don’t leave,” he begs, “please, just skip this one class for me? i get so cold in the mornings,” he pouts.

“then put a shirt on,” you sigh.

“i’ll be lonely!”

“not if i’m bullying you in your dreams, apparently.”

“baby, i can’t sleep without something to cuddle,” he tries again—that one almost makes you cave. you have to admit that cuddling isn’t something you enjoy passing on either, but class is important. more important than class is your sanity that you would like to keep intact instead of lose while cramming six chapters in one night.

“cuddle my pillow,” you sigh, “satoru, please. i’m already late.”

“just this once, okay? i won’t ask again,” he says innocently, his eyes wide and pleading as they peer up at you.

“you said that last time.”

“last time i crossed my fingers,” he winks, “so it didn’t count. so now you have to—”

“goodbye, satoru,” you mumble.

he slumps in defeat, grumbling under his breath before rolling over to turn his back to you petulantly. you sigh, rolling your eyes—though fondly, before you head to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.

by the time you’re out, satoru has fallen asleep again—you know it’s because he’s stayed up late again to play video games with suguru. because you don’t want to disturb him from his much needed sleep (and because you don’t want to risk waking up him and dealing with another tantrum), you decide to gently pull the blankets over his bare chest and skip the goodbye kiss.

it won’t be a big deal if he doesn’t get a kiss goodbye while he’s asleep, right? he won’t even be awake to notice.

evidently, you realize in the middle of class that you’re wrong. very wrong.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:32 AM

baby boy 💋:

you left without a goodbye kiss???????????

are you ignoring me????????????

baby

sweetheart

sunshine

angel

peaches

i know you’re reading this.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:41 AM

mrs. gojo ❤️:

please answer satoru. i really don’t want a headache today

this is very short and silly sorry. anyway rip momjo she deal with too much that boy is a handful

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Fred Weasley NSFW alphabet

Kinktober 2023

I am so late to Kinktober. I kept procrastinating and getting side tracked. I am in the process of finishing a George Weasley NSFW alphabet but my laptop has decided that it doesn’t want to turn back on, so for anyone interested it might be a little backlogged.

TW: Fred is a dirty devil and I won't hide it, mean-dom Fred, brief somnophilia? (no touching but sexual activity next to a sleeping person), allusions to a piss kink, oral (giving and receiving, there’s O for you), overstimulation, mentions of praise and degrading, a smidge of jealous Fred,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Although Fred can sometimes be a meanie (in a teasing way), he will always hold you after sex. He’ll get everything you ask for and stroke your hair until you fall asleep. Even at times when he's too tired to even move, he’ll cater to you first.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He couldn't possibly decide what he likes more: your pretty pussy that sucks him in so perfectly or those gorgeous tits that bounce when he goes harder. If he had to pick, he’d probably go with neither and choose your lips. Not because of how kissabe they are but because of how perfect they look wrapped around his cock.

On himself, he likes his forearms (bare with me on this). He likes how his veins look when he’s gripping something, whether it's his old club from his time as a beater in Hogwarts or your hips. He also knows how good he looks when he rolls his shirt up to his elbows. He knows he looks good because of how turned on you get from it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Where do I start? This man loves to either cum in you or on you. He adores cumming inside you and pushing it back inside when it leaks out, but he also loves it when it stains your tits. Another thing he loves is seeing it drip down your chin after you’ve sucked him off. He teases you and calls you his messy little whore.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a dirty fantasy about fucking you at The Burrow during a family get together. Just the thought of you trying to keep quiet while he rearranges your insides. He can imagine how worried you'd be about waking everyone else while he buries himself so deep inside of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows what he's doing and he knows he does it well. He won’t even try to hide how much action he got at Hogwarts (after he reached 16). But when he met you, you were everything he needed and more. The only one for him. He now uses all his experience to make you see stars.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Fred (being the kinky guy that he is) absolutely loves any position that lets him know that he's the one in charge. If he’s in a tender mood, he will absolutely do missionary and keep his head close to yours as he presses soft kisses to your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humourous? etc.)

Surprisingly, sex is one of the only times when this jokester is serious. He won't be deadly serious, but he's too focused on the moment to crack any jokes or make you giggle. Why would he make you giggle when he could make you scream? ;)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has never really been the grooming sort. His hair is a mop of ginger, the carpet will match. He does groom and trim it occasionally but he’ll never go out of his way to be completely shaven. If you like no hair for him, he won’t exactly rush to shave it all. He likes to have the final word about his down-there hair, the same way he believes you should with yours. If you have hair or you don’t, he won't care since it's your decision.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

It depends entirely on his day. If he's had a good day at work, he can be very romantic and loving in the moment. He will take care of you and hold you and he goes slow and steady. If his day has been stressful, you are going to have a face full of mattress and your insides rearranged.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This man can't keep his hands off of himself. He would masturbate at least 2 times a day. He's not addicted to it, he just uses the excuse of it being a great stress reliever. He won’t stop once you enter his life and his bed. In fact, having you around makes it 10 times better. He loves to jerk off before you get home, he loves the thought of being caught by you. He really loves to jerk off next to you while you sleep, holding back his moans and grunts as he watches your face. Such an innocent look, not for long ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

How much time have you got?

Bondage, Daddy kink, Public stuff (touching, teasing, sex, anything at all), Sex toys, Power play/ Dom & Sub (dom Fred is here to stay), Roleplay (is it a kink? No. Am I adding it? yes) Voyeurism, Threesome (just because George joins, doesnt make it incest), Spanking, Innocent kink (pair that with the Daddy kink and you wont be walking straight for a week), edging, orgasm denial.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he loves public sex so much, he won't hesitate to pull you into small alleyways that lead out of Diagon Alley. He won't even hesitate to slip inside of you if you are serving a customer (if you happen to work at the shop). He does like having his way with you in bed or in the shower but he finds public places the most exciting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. anything you do or anything you wear has him popping a boner. Before you, he had some flings that would get him hard. He always assures you that out of all of his past girlfriends, you make him harder than they did and quicker than they could (isn't he a sweetheart?)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fluids (he won't mind giving you the odd golden shower if it's something that you’re into), sharing: he won't mind sharing you with George but anyone else is a no-no, I feel like he’d also be against being a sub (if you can convince him enough, then he’ll give in)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves either, because he can control both. If you have his cock in your mouth, he will have an iron grip on your hair. He will move your head for you and train you to be his pretty little cock warmer. If you’re crying and gagging because you can't take it, he knows just what to say to keep himself nestled deep in your throat.

If he’s between your legs with his mouth on your clit, he will be controlling every little thing. Every little twitch of your walls, every little hip movement, it's all because of him and that dirty mouth of his. He will control everything about your orgasm too. You’re close and need to cum? Well you better hope that Fred is in a good mood or else you’ll be edged into next week.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his day and his mood. If he’s missed you all day, then he’ll do something romantic for you before taking you to the bedroom. He’ll be slow and gentle and give you so many kisses and tell you just how much he loves you while he’s holding you tight against his body.

If his day was stressful and the customers were assholes, then he needs your pretty little cunt as a stress reliever. He won’t even get undressed, he just bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you like a man gone mad. And if this happens, then any clothing covering your cunt is being ripped off, no hesitation. But he’ll always buy you new clothes to say sorry.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves a quickie, just the same as he loves a fuck-athon (a fuck marathon). Sometimes this man just can't wait to get you home before ravishing you. Cue a quickie in an alleyway. Quickies only really happen before work. He just needs you so much before a long shift.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Risky as hell. He’ll fuck you at The Burrow at family functions. Bill and Fleur's wedding? He was fucking your brains out back at the house (fucking like rabbits is all too fitting at The Burrow). I’ll say it again, he loves public sex. He's a risky bitch and a frisky bitch. He is happy to experiment with anything you want to try. New sex position? Done. New toys? Already brought. You being in charge? Keep asking and maybe.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He is like a rabbit. He can last all night and all morning and still have the energy for work. If you can't last as long, he will sometimes keep going because he loves to hear you whimper and sob from being too sensitive. If he knows that you can't handle it, then he’ll put his stamina on hold and tend to you, he can carry on with his hand while you sleep.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got a whole chest full of toys. He even goes out of his way to buy new sex toys from muggle shops. He doesn't use them on himself that much, maybe the odd fleshlight or cock ring, he mainly buys them for you. He takes ‘the more, the merrier’ to a new level. He’ll have you stuffed full of toys because he loves seeing just how much you can take.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The king of tease. He’s very dominant and loves reminding you of the simple fact that you can't cum without his permission. And for that very reason, he’ll tease you and edge you until you admit it. Sometimes, he’ll tease you in the morning and leave you wet and needy until he finishes work. He even comes upstairs to the flat to check on you (or so he tells you, its to make sure you haven't touched yourself without permission)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he does moan and groan. How can he not? Your tight pussy just feels so heavily wrapped around his cock. The only thing you really hear from him are either praises of how pretty you look and how you’re such a good girl or teasing, degrading remarks such as what a little slut you are and how you’re his perfect fuck toy.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Everytime he catches you and George together (after they agreed to share you), he can't help but get a little jealous. Sure he loves seeing you getting dicked down, but he does worry that you’ll prefer his (identical twin) to him. That's why he loves hearing you say that you’re his, because he sort of thrives from that small remark. It's not only an ego boost and makes him rock solid, but it also eases those red flags in his mind.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a bit of thickness but he’s longer than he is thick. When he’s hard, he is about 7-8 inches. He’s not very veiny, and he has a few freckles on his shaft. He does have a small mole at the base of his cock but it only becomes visible if he completely shaves his pubic hair.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

How high? Through the roof. This horny devil needs to either fuck or masturbate at least once a day (but he’ll insist that it still isnt enough). If he needs you, he will have you. Sometimes, he’s like a dog in heat (except this lasts 24/7, 365 days a year)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although he comes across as a bit of a meanie, he will always carry you into the bathroom and get you cleaned up. He makes you a nice hot cup of tea and cuddles you in bed until you fall asleep. Only after you’ve fallen asleep, will he then sleep. You come first in everything, even sleeping first.

#fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #kinktober #fred weasley headcanons

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Dislexic

Just a little something I decided to write.

Warnings: dyslexia, reader is in denial 

“This isn’t an acceptable standard,” Hotch’s voice is kind but stern. 

You feel yourself turn red and you want to crawl into a hole. You hadn’t told anyone. You had not been formally diagnosed but suspected strongly you might be dyslexic. You didn’t want it on your record, having it on your record led to discrimination. Besides, you had methods to deal with it, so it wasn’t like you needed accommodations anyway. 

“Yes sir,” It’s the only reply you can think of that doesn’t completely give you away. “I’ll fix it,”

“Make sure you do,” Hotch said, “I want it on my desk before you go home,” It was only typos, Hotch knew it wouldn’t take too long and he needed it as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn’t be pushing it - in fact, ordinarily, he would have corrected it himself and moved on but with Strauss breathing down his neck, he didn’t exactly have that option right now. 

You nodded, heading back to your desk. “You okay?” Morgan furrowed his eyes, you were bright red. “You look a little flushed,”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You said, dismissing it with a wave, you drop the file on the desk before looking at everything, “I’m putting on some coffee, does anyone want any?” Everyone immediately nodded. Eventually, the coffee was made and you could no longer procrastinate. 

You sat down, taking a sip, as you looked at the screen, the contrast between the white of the background and the black of the words already fucking with you. “You okay?” You look up, shooting Morgan a grin.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You answer, “Just tired,”

He nodded in understanding, “That, I understand,” You snort as you both turn back to the files in front of you. 

Perhaps reading your notes on the case would help with correcting the file. 

“I’ve seen some handwriting in my time, but damn,” Morgan teases lightly as he looks over your shoulder.

You laugh, feeling yourself blush slightly, “I know, I think too fast for the pen,” 

“Some studies show that people with messy handwriting have high intelligence,” Reid chimed, you give him a small smile. 

It had been hours and you weren’t very far in the report at all. You were on the third paragraph. With each blink you hope that the words stop moving. You had tried everything, turning the brightness down, wearing sunglasses, reading out loud, text to speech, nothing was working. Everything your eyes shifted, the words moved. You sighed, standing up to get another cup of coffee. 

“You still on that report?” Morgan asks. 

You turn to him, “You are a very nosey man, Agent Morgan,” You declare, Emily gives a laugh, Spencer leaning over for a fist bump (since he saw Morgan and you fist bump the other month, he’s made a point to fist bump as much as physically possible). 

“That’s a yes,” Morgan teased.

“Oh, go back to whatever it is you do,” You laugh. 

It took another hour but you think you had covered and corrected everything. You think. You hope. And so, clutching the newly printed file in your slightly shaking hand, you made your way up to Hotch. You knocked on his door handing the file to him. Neither of you said anything but, as usual, Hotch picked it up, giving it a quick once over. 

“I need it to be a better standard than this, (Y/N),” Hotch said with a sigh, “There’s more mistakes than earlier.”

You pale, “What? No, but-” You furrow your eyebrows. You had spent hours going over it again and again. 

Hotch frowned, “(Y/N)?”

You reach over, lightly taking the file from the desk, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it,” You mumble, “I’m really sorry, I thought I had corrected everything,” You’re gone before he can talk to you about it. 

You sit back at your desk, looking at it, debating just talking to Spencer. You didn’t want Hotch to know, he was your boss, he couldn’t know. Spencer, at least, wouldn’t be able to fire you. But the others were here and you really didn’t fancy making an absolute dick of yourself in front of the others. Penelope maybe? No, no, you didn’t want to concern her. You didn’t want to concern any of them. Maybe you could text to speech? But then you would struggle to read it over and try to correct it.

“Hey, Spence?” You ask before fully computing that you had, “Can I ask you to take a look at this? Sorry, my brain’s all over the place and I’m not taking any of it in, I’ll look at one of yours for you, if you want?”

“That’s alright,” Spencer said, reaching over and plucking the file out of your hands.

“Getting Genius to do your files? Nice work,” Derek applauds as he speaks and you roll your eyes.

“I just need a second pair of eyes,” You defended, you turned back to Spencer. His eyes are glazing over your work, eyebrows deeply furrowed. He looks up and you see recognition flicker in his eyes. 

“(Y/N), are you- are you dyslexic?” 

You point at him, “Ah, not officially, so it doesn’t count,”

“That’s not how that works,” Emily adds. 

“Yeah, well, I’m saying it is so it is,” 

“Does Hotch know?”

“No, Hotch does not know.” Your shoulders deflate at Hotch’s voice. 

You turn around to face him, “Okay, but it doesn’t count if it’s not official. Like I’m not officially dyslexic - like I could just be making it up,”

“Those typos aren’t making it up,” Derek says, “What’s that even supposed to say?”

You peer over, “Necessarily,” You answer, “Obviously,”

“Yeah… Obviously…” Derek and Emily share a glance. 

“Look, I’m just saying, not to Gaslight, Gatekeep, Garcia but am I dyslexic or am I just illiterate?” You ask, “That’s the real question, like what if I just can’t read? Hm? Or, what if I’m just being dramatic?”

“I can’t tell if he’s joking,” Spencer said, turning to Hotch. 

“I think he’s being serious,”

“That makes it so much worse,” Emily snorted. 

“I’m just saying,” You argued, “Like once I thought ‘Oh wouldn’t it be cool to be dyslexic’ and here we are, so I’ve clearly accidentally and subconsciously forced myself to be dyslexic,”

“How- What?” Hotch asked, dragging a hand over his face.

“I’m just saying, it’s possible,”

“I don’t think it is,” JJ argues.

“It doesn’t sound possible to me,” Emily agrees. 

“Counter argument, I once thought it would be cool to be an FBI Agent and here I am, so,” You stuck your finger up at them, “I’m right, you’re wrong,”

“Right, and how do you spell ‘right’?” Derek asks, you laugh sarcastically, throwing a pen in his direction. 

“Depends on the context,” You answer before sticking your tongue out.

“How have you spelt it every single way?”

“I like to do everything wholeheartedly.”

“How has he spelt them?” Morgan grins, hearing Spencer spell out ‘right’, ‘rite’, ‘write,’ and ‘wright’. “Jesus kid,” He chuckles.

“Like I said, wholeheartedly.” You shrug, “And before you ask, I don’t know how I’ve made it this far,”

“Wait, is that why you asked why Cressida Cowell would name a dragon the Night Furry?”

“Yes, yes it is,”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #Penelope Garcia #david rossi #x reader #x male reader #bau x male reader #bau x reader

[dreamlessimp]

— procrastinate

summary: you sleep over at isagi’s after long procrastinating an assignment, there he makes a decision

warnings: isagi yoichi x gn reader, reader goes to isagi’s high school, blue lock not mentioned, 2.4k wc, reader sleeps over at isagi’s house, they do not share a bed, please don’t read this i’m begging

“did you read yesterday’s chapter?” isagi whispered to you, on the topic of a new manga you both enjoyed.

you looked around the classroom before whispering back. “not yet. i think i’m falling behind.”

“that’s fine. i won’t spoil it.”

you smiled, you knew the two of you would likely fall into an hours long conversation after you read it.

the two of you were sitting next to each other in class, clearly a mistake by the teacher. she didn’t seem to notice though, as she announced the pairings for a project she’d given many warnings about.

“isagi and…” she began, before looking around the room. “y/n.”

that caught your attention. she likely hadn’t seen you in conversation, so you gave an awkward nod as if your neck hadn’t just snapped up at your name.

“cool. what’s the project again?” isagi looked just as confused as you were, neither of you having been listening.

“i dunno. i think she’ll explain again later though. hopefully.” you said. 

after that, you turned your attention back to the teacher, and explain she did.

“your assignment is to create a poster about our school. you are to draw your favorite part of our school and attach an essay referring to the drawing. if you have any questions, approach me during class tomorrow.”

with that, the bell rang and you moved on to your next class without your friend.

you and isagi shared many classes, the last class of your day—a free period—being one of them. when it ended, the two of you began for the library, already falling behind on homework.

the two of you walked next to each other, brushing shoulders every other step. neither of you had much to say so you walked in a comfortable silence occasionally pointing out a pretty flower in a yard, or a squirrel running along a fence.

once there, he led you to a small table in the back of the building. you dropped your backpack onto the floor as he turned his own upside-down and emptied it out onto the table.

“what did we have in math again?” he asked, sorting through his messy notebook.

you wracked your brain for a moment before responding, “worksheet. i didn’t finish it but i did the first bit.” 

“uh huh. can i copy off you? please.” he gave a bright, guilty smile that you couldn’t say no to, even if you’d hadn’t already been about to hand it to him.

“yeah. i’ll work on those science questions. it’s only like 5 right?”

he had just pulled out his own, blank assignment before raising his head to meet your gaze. “oh, i did that. do you want mine?”

you did in fact want his, but you shook your head anyway. “no, he’ll probably recognize your answers. plus, this lesson isn’t that bad,”

he gave a serious nod. “okay.”

studying with isagi was a normal thing for the two of you. both of you would swear you worked better together, and no one could disagree because you each worked almost exclusively with each other. 

he made studying worth it, especially considering that he’d usually walk you home afterwards even if his home was in another direction.

after nearly an hour of homework, isagi remembered that he had promised his dad he’d be home to make dinner early that day.

“sorry, my mom is out of town and my dad’ll probably burn the house down.” his explanation was clearly true, considering that you had seen his dad try to cook before. “i guess he’s too fancy for take-out so the responsibility has fallen onto me.”

you nodded in understanding. “okay, you should get home.”

he began packing up his backpack. “come on. i’ll walk you home, i’m not supposed to be back for half an hour anyways.”

you smiled, amused at the sight of him cramming his many books into an already-overstuffed bag, the sight never getting old.

the two of you walked out of the library for your house. it wasn’t late, so the sun hadn’t yet begun to set, and the weather had improved from earlier that day.

as you walked, you and isagi both had a thought at the same time.

he stopped walking. “wait.” he said, trying to think.

you paused next to him. “weren’t we going to do something?”

it came to him. “yeah. the poster thing.”

“oh right.” you said, remembering. “we can do it tomorrow?” 

he nodded. “okay. it shouldn’t be that bad. when’s it due again?”

you shrugged. “i’m not sure. we can ask her tomorrow during class.”

“no point in panicking, then.” he said with a smile, before continuing walking. “are you going to read the chapter when you get home?”

“oh yeah. i’ll text you when i’m done? we can talk after you make dinner.”

“great, it’s a really good chapter. i don’t want to spoil it but a certain character comes back at the end!”

“i have no idea who you’re talking about.” you said with a small laugh, evident in your voice. 

your home was close to the library, so your talk was cut short when you rounded the corner and saw your house. you didn’t want to hold isagi for too long, so after you saw it you waved him an exaggeration goodbye and walked off, telling him to get home early.

after your talk with isagi about working on your project the following day, you both were fully ready to begin.

but, you didn’t. 

the next day you had a large test in a class. the day after he had a test in one of his.

eventually, it had been days since you’d last spoken about the poster you had agreed to work together on.

your teacher gave reminders nearly every class period, but she gave no time to work on it during school.

soon, even with the constant reminders, all thoughts of the impending assignment had left the minds of both you and isagi.

that was, until late at night on the thursday before it was due the next day.

it took isagi calling you, obviously in a panic, for your memory to be jogged.

“y/n!!” he yelled through the phone, clearly in a state of mid-panic.

“what happened?” you spoke back, concerned for both the safety of your friend and yourself.

“the project. it’s due in two days!” he said, still panicking. “the one we didn’t do!”

“oh.” you said, freezing. “oops.”

“uh…” he began muttering under his breath about something you couldn’t hear.

“you should come over to my house tomorrow. it’s too late to do anything today.” he paused. “you should sleepover.”

you felt your heart leap, although it was already racing from isagi’s panicked voice.

of course you had been to his house before, but you’d never slept over at his house. even if it was because of a forgotten assignment, it was better then nothing.

plenty of people would have accepted the late, but isagi wasn’t like that. he obviously wasn’t the best with schoolwork, but he was smart.

and, of course, their was his determination that he showed on the soccer field that tended to shine through in everything he did.

you didn’t realize you had forgotten to speak until you hear his calmer voice from the other end of your phone. “hello? are you there?”

“oh, sorry isagi.” you clear your throat and rock back and forth on your heels. “i’ll be there, can i come at 19:00?”

you hear the smile in his voice. “yeah, of course.” he pauses for a moment. “by the way, my mom will be back by then.”

“okay, thanks. good night!” you say, finally realizing how late it was.

“night, y/n. see you in school tomorrow.” there was a second of silence before he ended the call.

a smile appeared on your face. even if you had left it for so long, there was no way the poster would take all night. if you worked quickly, you could probably finish in time to actually hang out with him.

you rapped your knuckles on the door three times. with no answer, you repeated the process.

this time, isagi arrived at the door as you finished and pulled it open for you.

you quickly took off your shoes and followed isagi into the kitchen, where you met his mom.

“hello mrs. isagi.” you said quietly, only having spoken to your friend’s mom on a few occasions.

“hello y/n, i hear you are here for a sleepover?” isagi’s mom asked, enjoying the sight of her son awkwardly shifting from side-to-side behind you.

“yeah.” you said. “we’re working on a- “

“ -movie. that i’ve been wanting to watch. isagi quickly cut you off.

you quickly figured that he hadn’t told his parents about your procrastination, which you silently thanked him for. it would have been awkward to explain that you were only there to panic and finish a project.

he turned to you. “we should go now. we have a lot of plans for this.”

“yeah.” you said. “thank you.” you addressed his mom with a bow of your head, before moving to follow isagi up the stairs to his room.

once behind his closed door, he collapsed against it.

“thanks for not saying anything. i promised my mom i’d stay on top of everything, and clearly i have not.” 

“oh, that makes sense. i’m glad too, it would have been awkward to explain to her why we procrastinated for so long.”

“well, we should probably start now.” isagi said, ending a short silence.

“yeah. i’ll do the essay if you do the drawings?”

“okay.” he gave a nod without meeting your eyes, and pulled out blank poster paper from his backpack.

although you did it to yourselves, neither you nor isagi particularly enjoyed rushing your assignment.

still, within a couple hours, you had each nearly finished and decided to switch places so you could touch up isagi’s drawing and he could proof-read your work.

while working, isagi decided to end the comfortable silence that had long reached its peak.

“what do you want to do? like after this?”

you looked up from the poster. “what?”

“we’re almost done, and you’re spending the night.” he smiled with a raise of an eyebrow. “what do you want to do afterwards?”

“oh, i…” you paused. “ -didn’t think that far ahead. i guess whatever you want?”

his face contorted into something obviously belonging to someone deep in thought. “we could play video games?”

“hah. okay.” you looked down at your lap and remembered what you were meant to be doing. “after we finish though.”

he shot finger guns in your general direction. “right, yeah.”

in a flurry of typing keys and light erase marks, you each finished half an hour later within 10 minutes of each other.

you stood back to appreciate your efforts. 

isagi looked over at the clock next to him. it wasn’t that late, but you had been working for hours. “i think my parents are asleep.”

“should we be too, though?. you asked jokingly, knowing the answer would be something along a the lines of ‘probably not’.

he shook his head and led you down the stairs of his house into what was likely his living-room.

“here.” he smiled. “we can play whatever game you want.”

you quickly noted with a snicker that the boy who claimed to not often play video games, appeared to have a solid dozen soccer games.

“how about something not soccer related?” you proposed, already sorting through his games for something you could both enjoy.

you settled on a basic fighting game where you’d be pit against enemies, on the same team. as long as neither of you were charged with friendly-fire, it would be calm.

after an hour of play, isagi abruptly stood up and shut down his gaming system. unfortunately, this left the room in an eerie dark that you were more then keen to get out of.

from the darkness, isagi began to speak. “we have school tomorrow, so we should probably get to bed.”

you let out a muffled laugh, and followed the sound of his voice to return to his room from the unfamiliar area. “yeah, it won’t help to pull any all-nighters on week days i guess.”

you, again, followed him up his stairs into his room. he gestured at a futon on the ground and spoke. “i’ll sleep on the futon, you sleep on the bed.”

you smiled. he could be ridiculously sweet sometimes, not even leaving you room for refusal. 

“fine. if you wake up with back-pain in your own room, it’s on you,”

he, again, smiled. “deal.”

he turned his lights off and moved his door to be mostly closed, leaving the door slightly ajar.

the two of you quickly settled in, and a light silence took over the room as you both drifted off to sleep, in different beds.

except, isagi couldn’t sleep. for a long while, he tossed and turned on the futon, plagued with the feeling of something being wrong.

it wasn’t you, the fact that you were in his room. it was, that he was so far from you.

he vowed to himself, that in the morning, he would change that.

you woke up easily, and early. for this, you blamed isagi’s alarm clock. 

getting ready for school was a bit disjointed due to your and isagi’s conflicting morning routines, but you both tried your best. in the end, you both were ready for school, on time.

walking to school together with isagi certainly wasn’t rare for you, but you could have sworn he was going the wrong direction.

still, you chose to say nothing considering how little he was ever late. that, and the determination in his eyes was evident from a mile away. you didn’t doubt him.

in isagi’s mind though, he was starting to regret his split-second decision. he trusted himself though, and continued on.

finally, he stopped. you were confused at this and stopped as well. “are you ok- “

“i like you.” red erupted on his cheeks at his statement, as your eyes widened and cheeks burned as well.

in your state of shock, you responded breathlessly. “i like you too.”

he moved closer to you and tentatively took your hand in his. without words, a soft grin took over his gestures and he led you to school, where you arrived just on time, as a new couple.

#isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi fluff #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk isagi #bllk fluff #ssimpfics

[iwillstealyourjawbone]

My fic for the MCYTblr Holiday Exchange! For @hydrobugz, beta'd by the wonderful @blocky-tides

1.

Grian Dreamslayer, Ex-Watcher and Evo Admin, was bored. His executive function had decided that he didn’t need to be productive in the time he had set aside for working. No, instead his useless brain thought that what he really needed was to lie on some chests and let his thoughts run, because that always turned out great. 

He considered going to bother X, but didn’t want to get up from his (uncomfortable but simultaneously the only place he could be without becoming even more restless and despondent) sprawl across one of his several chest monsters. 

He was just dozing off when he was QUITE RUDELY awoken by one ImpulseSV yelling in his ear.

“Grian Grian Grian Grian Grian wake up! Wake up!”

Halfheartedly swatting him away, he rolled over to try to see what was going on, but forgot that he had sprawled on the edge of his chest monster, and fell flat on his face. Onto Impulse’s boots. 0 stars, would not recommend. The laces hurt your face. Grian should make laceless boots, they’d be better to fall on.

“Gri? You gonna move, bud?”

Oh yeah. Impulse. 

“No, I live here now.”

Problem solved. Grian wins. At life. Yeah.

“Grian, I will call Gem. You don’t want to get Gem angry, right? Remember what happened to Etho. You need to build the back of Dwayne. It’s an eyesore, and Scar just built a castle, you can build half a base,” Impulse said, presumably staring down at him with a stern look on his face. 

“Nooooooooooo :(“ Grian whined, pouting. Rolling closer to Impulse so that he laid curled around Impulse’s legs.

“How did you make that sound with your face. Grian. Grian how,” Impulse said, a look of utter horror written across his features. 

“Don’t worry about it!” Grian said, grinning in a way that stretched his void-black eyes just so to strike fear into even a mines-hardened dwarf like Impulse. 

“Grian,” He half-pleaded, half-sighed, a weary look on his face, the look of a man who has seen the Horrors (Grian, sleep deprived).

“:)”

Suffice to say, Grian didn’t have to finish the back of his base, and instead chugged a Slowness potion right after a Weakness to send himself into the closest thing he had to the sweet release of death on a respawn server, sleep. Doing that in the middle of the day had the unfortunate side effect of making him wake up at 3 AM and go for a night walk, terrifying Cub, who just wanted some water.

2.

“Hey Xisuma!” Grian said, sock-sliding into the room where the poor overworked admin was sitting at his desk doing smart-people work.

“What now, Grian,” Xisuma sighed, already anticipating Grian’s antics, spinning around in his gamer chair. (He denied it’s true nature, but Grian and Pearl had gotten it for him in the first place, it was supposed to help with posture, and the description that the seller had given it was ‘Posture Correcting Chair for Gamers’, so there Xisuma)

“Your desk is very messy for someone who works on code, notably not on paper,” Grian said, fully off-topic from what he originally came in to do.

“Why are you of all people here, Grian? Normally you avoid me at all costs until you’ve finished the back of your base, which you haven’t done. So what is your plan here, Gri?” Xisuma said, tenting his fingers like one of those old-timey movie villains.

“You look like that old guy, what's-his-face … DR EVIL! That's it. You look like Dr Evil. You know, from the movies?” Grian clapped his hands in a satisfied manner at having figured that out. “Anyways, I was wondering for no particular reason if you knew how to sew or weave anything, just for funsies.” Grian tried to look innocent, but Xisuma had seen him in the midst of prank wars several times too often to be fooled, and had to clean up his messes far too many times. 

“Grian, go build your base. I can tell from experience when you are hiding something or trying to get out of doing something, and right now, I see both. Stop procrastinating.” Xisuma said sternly, turning back to his Very Important Server Business and leaving Grian to find his way out of his base. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Pearl, I didn’t need you anyways, Ixay-Soomay-Vhoyad. Harrumph.” Grian muttered, standing there for a few moments waiting for Xisuma to change his mind. When Xisuma didn’t, Grian turned around, striding out of the base, arms crossed and nose scrunched up angrily.

3.

Grian shot off a rocket to propel himself over Decked Out 2, taking a moment to admire just how much effort had gone and was still going into it. He waved to Tango, who was working on the exterior of the base, doing a loop-de-loop in the air as the blazeborne smiled up at him, then continued on his journey to the lands of Soup, also known as Gem, Impulse, and Pearl’s bases. 

A few minutes later, he alighted atop the great alien fungus that one PearlescentMoon called home, and (after sneezing a few times, alien pollen apparently still triggers allergies) began trying to get his friend to snap out of her building focus. 

“PEARL HELP!”

That should do the trick.

Sure enough, a second later he spotted her take off from her workplace on some rocks, and fly towards him.

“Grian, what? What’s happening? Why did you yell? Are you okay?” She said, landing next to him with her sword out, scanning the area for any danger.

“I didn’t want to walk around looking for you, your base is too big!” He said, bouncing over and bumping his head against her shoulder affectionately.

“Grina, you scared me, jeez. You are such a nugget.” She chided, putting her sword away and slumping.

“Sorry… anyways, do you know where I can acquire a bolt of fabric large enough to cover an area the size of the back of a base, for reasons of shenanigans?” Grian asked.

“Oooo, what shenanigans? I want in!” Pearl replied, excited with the prospect of a reprieve from her work.

Grian hesitated. Pearl was one of the most dedicated builders on the server, and he knew from personal experience that she was more than capable of knocking some sense into him if she thought he needed it. 

Pearl gave him a knowing look, “You’re procrastinating.”

It wasn’t a question.

“My base,” Grian sighed. The cat was out of the bag, he might as well go all in. 

“Gri, I’m not going to lecture you, because I know you know what I’m going to say, and when Xisuma gets on your tail about it you’re going to hear the unabridged version whether you like it or not. Now, all that said, what were you planning on doing with those large amounts of fabric?”

“I was going to fashion it up into a cape to cover the back of my base and call it finished,” Grian said, slightly sheepish but knowing that Pearl would find the idea hilarious. 

Sure enough, Pearl bonked her head against his and let out a laugh, “Gri! Oh, that’s amazing.”

He was about to ask if she would help him even still when she grabbed his arm and started dragging him over to her giant mushroom house.

“C’mon Grian! We’re having SOUP!” 

4.

[JoeHills] hey grian, are you available to help me get wood? behind cleo’s base

[Grian] sure! omw

Grian rocketed through the Nether tunnels, beautifully built by Tango and his helpers,  and one of the best ways to get around. As he came up on Cleo’s portal, he sent a quick message to Joe.

[Grian] @ cleo’s portal

[Grian] almost there

Shaking off the vertigo that always accompanied going though Nether Portals, he emerged into the daylight, only to be met with a stern looking XisumaVoid and one JoeHills standing behind him, looking slightly ashamed.

“Sorry, Grian! He made me do it.” Joe said, running back to his base. 

“Grian,” Xisuma stated. “You can’t put it off forever, the season’s almost over. You and I both know it will haunt you forever if you don’t finish before we leave.”

He was right, however much Grian didn’t want to admit it. 

“I know, but ‘Suma-” 

“No ‘buts’, Grian!”

Hehe. Butts.

“Fine, I’ll go try and get some work done, but you know how it is. No guarantees, never guarantees.” He said, all the defiance seeping out of him and leaving a quiet tiredness behind.

“That’s all I can ask for, Grian.”

“Do you have chocolate to give me in exchange?” Grian asked, not expecting anything to come of it but still wanting to try.

“I have chocolate!” Cleo said from around the corner, having apparently been there the whole time.

“Give please,” Grian said, making grabby hands towards her, moving on quickly from her eavesdropping and leaving the bad vibes behind, he didn’t need that in his life. 

The chocolate was very good, it was the fancy dark chocolate that melted on your tongue and that Grian would kill and die for. 

“Cleo, we’ve talked about this! Listening to other people’s conversations is not okay.” Xisuma said, not over the negativity. He needed some crystals, Grian had heard somewhere that citrine might be good for calming? He wasn’t sure. It helped with something!

“Chocolate?” Cleo asked, ignoring Xisuma, he wasn’t the boss of her. Snapping off a piece, she handed it to the admin.

“Are you trying to bribe me?” Xisuma asked incredulously.

“Is it working?”

In the commotion of an increasingly weary Xisuma trying to impart some life lessons onto Cleo, Grian managed to slip away and headed back to his base to ‘work on his base’ (aka go find Jellie for some stress relief).

+1

Grian rolled over in his bed, groaning as the sunlight hit his eyes. He usually had the curtains closed, that’s weird.

“Grian! Wake up!” Gem exclaimed.

Why was Gem here?

“All the Hermits are here! We’re going to help you build your base!”

Okay then.

Wait. What? His base?

“Pearl, X, and Joe helped arrange it! It’s our Hermits Helping Hermits project this week.”

That makes sense. 

Gem ran outside, and Grian followed somewhat bemusedly and still tired from being abruptly woken up. As he stepped out onto his scaffolding, he stopped dead in his tracks. 

All the Hermits were there. Gem wasn’t kidding. Cub and Cleo seemed to be competing over who could place trapdoors the fastest, while Joe fueled both the argument from the sidelines working in a crafting table where he was rapidly filling double chests with materials. 

To their right, Impulse, Etho, and Tango were laughing while Bdubs squawked indignantly, most likely the (lighthearted) butt of a joke.

Directly beneath them were Mumbo and Scar, who seemed to have gotten distracted, with Mumbo looking over Scar’s prosthetic supports for his back and legs while Scar waved his hands as he did when he was off on a tangent. Even from a distance, Grian could hear the words ‘Stormtroopers’ and ‘rides’, so he could make an educated guess that he was talking about Scar’s recurring hyperfixation, Disneyland.

The other Hermits were scattered around, all laughing and chatting and working on parts of the base.

He was snapped back to the present by Xisuma and Pearl landing right in front of him and Gem. Pearl beaming and Xisuma’s body language conveying happiness too, albeit a little more reserved.

“Pearl, ‘Suma, this is amazing! I- You- Why-. I have no words.”

Not knowing how to articulate the unabashed joy he felt at all his friends coming together to help him, he surged forward and enveloped them both in a hug. 

He stayed there, trying to regain his composure, for longer than he would like to admit, but eventually he pulled away.

“C’mon, nobody’s working on the roofs yet!”

#hermitcraft #grian #holiday exchange #my first fic :D #happy holidays yall #have some fluff

[cities]

THINGS I HAVE LEARNED IN MY LIFE SO FAR

The list that follows was originally inspired by Stefan Sagmeister’s list by the same name. I’m also inspired by lists by the likes of Andrea Zittel, Jenny Holzer and Milton Glaser.

Since its first iteration in 2008, my list has been heavily edited. It's served as a guidepost to assess where my head's at with work/life through the years.

The irony of this list: life is messy. I think it'd be better titled THINGS I THINK I KNOW SO FAR, LET'S TALK IT OUT. I'm working on not being so black and white. If there's one thing I know for sure: we must discard our certainties when they're no longer useful. See #33.

Honing a self-concept is essential to create. Rarely do the self-concept and the real self align.

Art is an act of expression. Design is an act of service.

Everything deserves a closer look.

Trust, but verify.

Helping others helps me.

Dishonesty is at war with freedom.

The key to a good ending is knowing when to roll the credits.

In business, an inner world is only as interesting as it is marketable.

Originality is a necessary delusion.

You can’t work for a person you don’t respect.

Consistency outweighs speed.

Iteration over perfection.

There’s enough time for what is actually important.

The process of creation often yields a more interesting result than the finished product. At the same time, there is a cleansing in shipping the work.

Inquire within.

Forgive. Forgive yourself.

It is okay to not be okay.

Writing daily breeds honesty, and in its own time, action.

Certainty is at odds with curiosity.

Everywhere I go, there I am.

Maps, like rules, are still subjective.

Reality is neutral.

A good idea is never done. The same goes for places, people, events. Everything can be recontextualized.

Perfectionism is golden if you want to live safe and die predictably, like everyone else.

Minimalism can be an act of devotion or an easy answer. Sometimes it’s both.

Envy and procrastination reveal what you value and what you don’t.

Money can buy freedom, but freedom’s nothing much without a plan.

Love is an action.

Turn soft and lovely in a lesser town whenever you have the chance.

Love who you love, out loud and openly. You only get this once.

Maintain a curiosity the size of Carl Sagan’s comb-over.

Carry your camera wherever you go.

Discard this list and start again.

#nl #cities #rules #manifesto #holzerisms

[romantichopelessly]

poll: should I keep trying to figure out this math problem so that I can turn my test in tonight, or should I just give up for the night and work on it tomorrow morning sometime

#I have only 1 hour guaranteed tomorrow to finish the problem before it’s due #whereas now I essentially have until 8am or until I pass out #idk why this one is giving me so many issues #it’s probably just some easy algebra I don’t see atm #i talk sometimes #AGH #I have a migraine #but I don’t want to procrastinate and have to turn in messy work #even tho rly #I’ll probably have an A still even if I bomb this question #I have half the work on the paper for it #and I got 100% on the online portion #plus there are 5 bonus points #so really I’ll get like a 5/20 on this problem #and have a 90/100 #SEE I CAN DO THAT MATH BUT NOT THE ACTUAL PROBLEM

[myhoneststudyblr]

my masterpost | my studygram | ask me anything | how to stop procrastinating series

[click images for high quality]

[transcript under the cut]

Other advice posts that may be of interest:

All About Procrastination

How To Study When You Really Don’t Want To

Common Study Mistakes

7 Strategies to Improve Concentration

Tip 1 - Get Organised

Tidy up your desk and study space because there is nothing worse than having to work in a place that is chaotic and messy.

Collect all the information you need for the task so it is on hand, for example, notes you’ve made or a textbook.

Tip 2 - To-Do Lists are Your Friends

A lot of people (including me) really struggle with timetables for studying because it can seem really structured and there is no flexibility for things that may crop up during the day (e.g. your food takes longer to cook, you have to unexpectedly do a task around the house, you get a really bad headache and need to take a break).

In my opinion, to-do lists help solve this problem! You can clearly see the tasks that you want to get done for the day but you don’t have stressful time constraints. Personally, I always use 'Todoist' to keep track of everything.

To-do lists also make it easier to break tasks down.

Tip 3 - Break Tasks Down

One of the biggest cause of procrastination is having a huge task or project ahead of you because it seems really daunting and where on earth are you even going to start? So break it down *completely*.

In your to-do list, write down every sub-task you need to do within a larger task and be specific.

For example, instead of 'German homework', write:

pg. 11 ex 4a, 4b and 4c

textbook listening task on pg. 47

250-word essay on social media in Germany

Breaking it down makes the tasks seem more attainable. Furthermore, when you’ve done one and you can cross it off your list, it gives you a boost to keep going.

Tip 4 - Eliminate Distractions

This is a big one. Even if you do all of the above, if you are constantly being distracted by things, you aren’t going to get much done.

Try to find a place that is quiet enough that you can focus and where you feel comfortable studying. Also, let your friends and family (or anyone else you live with) know when you are studying and ask them to not disturb you.

As well as this you need to think about what to do with your phone as it is likely that this will be the most distracting thing. You can simply turn it off, put it on 'do not disturb', leave it in another room or use an app like Forest.

Tip 5 - Use Incentives

Finishing a task is an achievement so treat it like one! This will also work as a form of positive reinforcement. 

Before you study, decide on something that you will give yourself as a reward for doing it. This may be watching that new episode of your favourite programme or having a tasty snack! You could also plan different levels of rewards depending on how long you study.

#procrastination tips part 1 #how to stop procrastinating series #heypat #heyharr #heycazz #heycoral #heyzainab #stuhde #problematicprocrastinator #studylustre #studyvan #serendistudy #sonderstudy #medustudies #heysaher #heyara #einstetic #jeonchemstudy #academiix #stillstudies #boldlystudy #gloomstudy #my advice #myhoneststudyblr #studyblr

[phoebe-delia]

Self-Rec Saturday: Holy Ground

I've seen @phd-mama and @romaine2424 do self-rec saturday. And @tackytigerfic suggested comfort fics. So I decided to do it too because I'm procrastinating on my work why not?

This is 4.9k that contains: fluff, a hopeful/happy ending, getting together, my attempt at humor, 2 truths and a lie as a plot device, no angst, New York, a musical, and a lot of banter/flirting.

This fic was a fucking pain in the ass and I couldnt listen to the song for like 2 weeks after I finished the fic, despite it being one of my favorite songs. But it was worth it, and I regret nothing.

Here is an excerpt!

“Not that it’s any of your business, Potter, but I do live in the city. And as I was just saying, it’s been a long day of work and I’d like to retire to my flat.”

“You work ?”

Draco scowled. “There’s no need to sound so surprised, Potter, I do have skills.”

“I, er, just figured you’d be living off your inheritance.”

“You mean the trust my parents had set aside for me since before I was born that was confiscated by the Ministry along with 90% of the Malfoy vaults? That inheritance?”

“Merlin, I’m batting a thousand in this conversation, aren’t I?” Potter gave him a small, sheepish smile.

Draco blinked. “You’re—what?”

Potter waved a hand. “It’s a Muggle expression. An American one, actually.”

“Right. Well, as fascinating as that is, Potter, was there something you needed? Because I’d really like to go now, otherwise.”

Potter’s face fell. “No, I’m sorry I won’t take up any more of your time, I just…”

Draco knew he should walk away. It would be so very, very easy to leave Potter and disappear into the warm anonymity of the city crowd. He could get takeaway from that Indian place as a reward for not breaking the Statute by hexing Potter on sight in the middle of a high-traffic Muggle area.

But his common sense tended to flee at the sight of messy hair and green eyes.

“You ‘just’ what, Potter?”

“I don’t know my way around here.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “And, what, you want me to be your personal New York tour guide? The city’s a grid system. The streets are numbered. Get a map and use it, or better yet, use your mobile. And the MACUSA headquarters are on the corner of Bowery and Canal Street if you need help.”

Potter’s face crumpled slightly. “Thanks. Sorry to have wasted your time, Malfoy.”

Draco watched as Potter turned away, and he really ought to give his hand a stern talking to for reaching out to grab Potter’s arm. “Wait.”

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry fandom #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #phoebe-delia

[borealwrites]

Inspired by @inexplicifics AWAU because I want Ivar and Warritt to interact with Jaskier. And because the whole Ivar, Arnaghad, and Witcher thing is so intriguing! In general I also just. Adore Ivar and his backstory, though I’m sure I’m getting many parts of it wrong.

Also I’m procrastinating…I just think Ivar and Warritt are neat. No idea when this would canonically take place. And this is HEAVILY filled with personal headcanons.

Did I give Warritt a southern accent? Yes, because Letho had to have gotten it from somewhere.

Pardon my modern speech patterns 😭 this is also completely unbetaed, I didn’t even read it over, haha.

Pairings: Ivar/Warritt, implied past Arnaghad/Ivar

Warnings: Past betrayal, referenced: murder and kidnapping, witcher on witcher violence

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Out of all the school heads, Ivar Evil-Eye always seemed, at least to Jaskier, to be the busiest. Or so he assumed, because other than important meetings and meals, he never saw the man. How was he expected to write about the Viper School if all he couldn’t talk to the source?!

“Your best bet would be to ask Warritt,” Triss advised him one afternoon. “As near as any of us can tell, he’s the only reason Ivar hasn’t worked himself to death. I think you’ll like him. He’s just as vicious as you are.”

With that only slightly ominous warning in his head, Jaskier set out to find Warritt. The Viper found him first, sauntering up to Jaskier in the library, giving a short, polite nod to Aubry. It was hard to look at Warritt; to look at the mass of scars that covered most of his face and that had robbed him of his vision; to see the traces of the handsome man he must once have been underneath it all.

“Heard you were lookin’ for me, Bard. Thought I’d do you a favor and find you first. Anything you needed little ol’ me for?” Warritt asked, settling himself into a chair. Part of Jaskier was dying to know how Warritt had known it was there, but his good sense won out.

“Yes! I’d like to meet with Ivar about him founding the Viper School, but I don’t know where to find him, and I’m not going to bother him during meals or sparring…” Jaskier trailed off as he caught sight of how Warritt’s lips were twisted into a grimace.

“You sure you want to know about that, sugar? It ain’t a pretty story. Don’t think it’ll make a nice song at all, but darlin’ if you’re sure…”

Jaskier frowned as well. It hadn’t occurred to him that the splitting of the schools might be a messy topic, but it did make sense. In his defense, they all got along so well now he couldn’t imagine it any other way. He bit his lip, thinking hard for a few moments before he came to a conclusion.

“Yes. Even if I don’t put it into a song—or can’t, I’d like to know. I’ll admit I am quite curious now,” Jaskier said, doing his best not to wince at his own audacity.

“Well all right then. Ivar, you ready to tell the songbird about everything, or are you going to keep skulking in your office?” Warritt asked, turning to face a nearby wall. Jaskier was confused, because Ivar wasn’t there… and then the wall changed. A section of it flickered into look a wooden door before it swung open, revealing Ivar. As per usual, the man looked grumpy, but he stepped out of the doorframe to reveal a small room.

“It’s best we talk in here,” he said. Warritt’s fingers flicked in a complicated motion before he stood up, his head turning back to Jaskier, waiting. After a moment, and a quick glance at Aubry for confirmation, Jaskier stood as well. The three of them stepped into what Jaskier guessed was Ivar’s office, though it really appeared to be more of a small library. The room was well-lit and warm, filled with comfortable chairs next to desks piled high with papers. Warritt settled into one of the chairs pulling furs over himself despite the crackling fire.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk to me,” Jaskier said, standing in the middle of the room until Ivar had sat down as well. The man smiled, though it was a tiny thing.

“Better to answer your questions myself than to have you get a half-botched version from my snakelets. You’d think they’d know their own history, but…” he shrugged, and Jaskier understood, or at least he thought he did. There were more important things for a witcher to think about.

“It’s not a nice story, as Warritt said. I…” Ivar paused, his brow furrowed and that strange eye of his glinting almost ominously, despite the upset look on his face. “I’m surprised they didn’t execute me as soon as I showed up here. Especially because it was well known I betrayed two schools.”

Warritt hissed, and Jaskier recoiled in shock both from the sound and Ivar’s words. He didn’t get to say anything before Warritt cut him off. “I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself a traitor again, honey. Arnaghad fuckin’ used you to get what he wanted, then tossed you aside and ignored you when you asked for help. If he’d had his way, ya’ll wouldn’t be workin’ on how to stop the Wild Hunt, you’d be…” here he floundered, flailing his hands, “you’d be doin’ somethin’ else!” He snapped, pointing at Ivar. That caught Jaskier’s attention.

“The Wild Hunt?” He prompted, leaning forward. Warritt opened his mouth, but Ivar cut him off clearing his throat.

“We’ll get there,” he said, settling into a more comfortable position. “It’s part of the story. I could tell you now, but wouldn’t you prefer I start at the beginning?”

Oh, Ivar certainly knew how to grab Jaskier’s interest. How could any bard resist a tease like that?

“From the beginning, if you don’t mind,” Jaskier responded, and Ivar grinned, sharp-toothed and apparently pleased.

“It started with Arnaghad. He founded the Bears… he was a few classes older than me, and he had a nasty temper. This was before the schools split; just over three hundred years ago,” Ivar began. He paused then, as if he could hear Jaskier’s desire to interrupt. Knowing witchers, he probably could.

“You say three hundred years, but you don’t look, that is, you don’t look anywhere close to as old as Vesemir does, and that’s his age,” Jaskier burst out, sensing more to this.

“I’ll get there, bard. Now, Arnaghad had a temper, and after a conflict with another witcher over a contract, he got a handful of us who were… less than pleased with the way the order ran things and we… to put it bluntly, we attacked our kin,” the shame in Ivar’s voice was audible, and Jaskier bit his lip to keep himself from offering what would be unwanted comfort.

“He lied,” Warritt snapped, and Aubry grunted in agreement. “I have read the journals. He said it would be peaceful, and it started that way, Ivar, but that traitor lost his temper again. We all know it.”

“You defended yourself,” Aubry rumbled in agreement. “Nobody holds anyone but him responsible for what happened that day,” he added. Neither of those assurances seemed to help Ivar; he stared down at his interlaced fingers in quiet contemplation.

“What happened after?” Jaskier asked after a long moment. Ivar looked up, drawn out of his thoughts.

“He founded the School of the Bear. Now, I’m sure you’ve noticed my eye, it’s hard to miss,” Ivar motioned at his eye. Jaskier nodded. He’d been curious, but it wasn’t something he could just ask about, not without being rude. “After I survived the Grasses, those fucking mages decided to send me through another round.”

Jaskier gaped. He had thought Geralt has been the only one to have to endure that torture twice, yet here Ivar was, saying he’d gone through the same. That explained his agelessness, but did that mean he was as strong and fast as Geralt? Did he dare ask?

“I know what you’re thinking. The White Wolf’s second round of mutations were different than mine. Mine were… highly experimental. Instead of enhancing my speed and strength… I got this damned eye. I see…” Ivar paused there, his other eye focusing on something Jaskier couldn’t see. It was a bone-chilling experience, like when one of the keep’s cats would stare into space, tail twitching. “…it lets me see into another world. To be more precise, the world where the Wild Hunt make their home.”

This did make Jaskier gasp. He knew the tales of the Wild Hunt; spirits that stole away young men and women, with fierce hounds and powerful ice magic. They slaughtered their way across the Continent for years, terrorizing the common folk. Or, at least, they had. Lately, rumors of them had appeared less and less. Had the witchers done something to stop the attacks…?

“I see you’ve already figured it out. I spent the past few centuries trying to find a way to stop those wraiths. Never could figure out how to get there in time until we had the mages join up. We’ve been able to stop them before they can hurt people,” Ivar said, a note of well deserved pride in his voice.

“And that’s why you started the Viper School?” Jaskier asked, inspiration humming through his veins, snatches of melody already popping into his mind. Something about Ivar wanting to save the people of the continent from the otherworldly threat.

“I did try to kill Arnaghad,” Ivar said, but was shushed by Warrit. Just as well—Jaskier had no intention of touching that particular tangle of thorns. No, his song would focus on the more pleasant aspects of the school’s formation.

“I think I’ll have more questions another time,” Jaskier said, eager to begin working on the song. “Thank you telling me about your history.”

Ivar’s smile was far more friendly than it had been before, “My pleasure. Enjoy your songwriting.”

Jaskier was quite sure he would.

#the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #Ivar/Warritt #ivar evil eye #Warritt the all-seeing #the accidental warlord and his pack #storm writes #my writing #I’m not allowed to say bad things about my writing #but the ending is so awkward #I wrote this while I had a migraine forgive me #I will hide now

[difeisheng]

I'm glad to find your blog despite quite a lot of JC antis....I still don't get what can make people hate him so much......what is it about JC that make you love him.....?

Hello! Yes, tragically the sea of Jiang Cheng antis in the tag can be very disheartening to navigate, but I'm happy I can be a port of safety. Glad you’re here!

As for why I like Jiang Cheng, this post is practically my laundry list of reasons and I’ve made my own additions to it. But I think one thing that stands out a lot to me is that Jiang Cheng is flawed, and it really does show. While there are other characters in MDZS you could call closer to ‘perfect’ if you wanted, I could not say the same of JC. His emotions are messy and get the better of him! He yells, he threatens, he cries a lot. But by virtue of being in a position of power and in charge of lots of people, he has to make decisions according to logic when he’s guided by emotion, and you watch him be in pain because of it. He holds a lot of anger, yes, but when your family is dead and all you have left is your sister’s child and too many responsibilities, perhaps that’s all you can rely on to keep you going. JC is brokenly human and I think the rougher parts of him make him a more intriguing character, and a more relatable one.

Yet despite everything mentioned above, Jiang Cheng tries! He tries his damn best to succeed at anything he’s been assigned/set out to do, and he delivers. Jin Ling is bratty on the surface, yes, and mirrors Jiang Cheng maybe more than he’d like, but his nephew can also be more kind and forgiving and Jiang Cheng was the one who had a hand in raising him that way. For all his fearsome temper and reputation, I don’t get the sense that Jin Ling was ever afraid of him, either. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling are one of my favorite relationships in MDZS. 

And Jiang Cheng was his nephew’s guardian at a young age while rebuilding the Yunmeng Jiang up over sixteen years so that his sect is the one you don’t mess around with, the one with power and strength and money. Did that role as leader turn Jiang Cheng into a more bitter person? Yeah, it did. But again, after having nearly nothing post-Nightless City, what the Yunmeng Jiang became is incredible for him to have achieved and fuck it, I’m proud of him. 

Okay, I was procrastinating work while writing this, so I’ll leave off here, but feel free to send in any more questions! Thanks for the ask!

#ok i'll just drop one more reason i like jiang cheng in here #and it's that i am but a simple person sometimes and wang zhuocheng had the audacity to attack me personally with his cheekbones and jawline #and acting prowess #mdzs #cql #jiang cheng #meta #ashton answers #anon

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

[azuregiggles]

The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

#mcyt tickle #lee!karl #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!quackity #ler!gogy #ler!george #ler! george not found

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“I’m always gonna worry about you, I love you too much not too,”

Masterlist

The one where you get the vaccine, and boyfriend!Harry comforts you when you get really bad side effects.

Trigger warning: COVID times, pain, mentions of needles, and LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

A/N: ok, so I haven’t written anything for tumblr in a while, I’ve been writing on wattpad a little, but I’m lacking inspiration on that front, so I’ve been flocking to Tumblr once again. Instead of finding inspiration for the story I’m writing on wattpad, I’m gonna just completely procrastinate and write something entirely new instead. Obviously my brain has the best ideas so here we are.

WARNING: (PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING)

this is based off of my personal experience with getting the jenssen (Johnson and Johnson) vaccine, which is what inspired me to write this story. I had a very tough go with the side effects of the vaccine. I’m fine now and I am not saying that you shouldn’t get this vaccine. Obviously this is a slightly dramatized version so that it is easier for you guys to understand. These side effects only lasted for a few hours within the first 24 hour period of getting this vaccine, which is very common and likely to happen. It just knocked me for a bit of a loop, that’s all. The amount of pain I experienced was something that I was willing to go through so I can get vaccinated. It is was very much worth it. Please get vaccinated, and please be safe.

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As soon as you walk through the door, you see Harry’s head spring up from behind the couch. His hair is slightly messy, evidence of one of his random, mid-day naps. His eyes immediately soften, looking at your face, which is twisted from the small discomfort you felt in your arm. You had to go alone because the vaccination site had told you so, and you didn’t want Harry to wait for you in the heat for god knows how long. Harry immediately gets up and gives you a tight embrace as soon as you put your belongings onto the kitchen counter. He lets out a quick sigh of content, being a bit more touch-starved lately, which he doesn’t really know the reason for. He finally brings his head from the crook of your neck, and melts at the sight of your adorable puppy-eyed stare.

“How did it go? I was so worried about you love, wish I could’ve been there to hold your hand,” he coos. His hand pets your head, trying to soothe you from any remaining nervousness, which admittedly, you still were. He knew that you severely disliked needles, especially when getting shots. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a flu shot or blood work, you always had to have your head turned away. Thankfully you aren’t nearly as bad as you used to be. When your were younger, you would scream and cry. There was even one time when you were super young, that an extra nurse had to hold you down like a stereotypical psycho-medical horror film. Screaming bloody murder just for protection against measles. Eventually you grew out of that phase, only having to have your mother rub her hand on your back to try and distract you.

Your mother did that a lot actually. Whenever you were upset, she would always give some sort of physical contact to remind you that she was there. Her most common ways of this type of affection was either rubbing your back or circling her thumb on the back of your palm. However, if you would get hysterical, she would even put her hand on your head and scratch your scalp or even run her finger along the bridge of your nose. She learned this from one of you day-care teachers, who used this tactic to make you finally fall sleep during nap time. Upon reflection, it definitely could seem strange to others, but for some reason your mother always calmed you down with these methods, even when you became an adult. Obviously she doesn’t do this nearly as often, given that you can control your emotions better than you could when you were a kid, and the fact you didn’t live with her anymore.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when Harry wraps his arm around your side to bring you closer. You immediately wince as his arm wrapped around your left arm, squeezing it tightly, making the arm already more sore.

“Harry, my arm,” you mutter, and he quickly lets go, scanning over your features quickly to make sure you weren’t in pain. After you give him a goofy smile, he chuckles and gives you a small peck on the lips.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to hurt you.” He murmurs, pinching your cheek before grabbing your hand.

“Well now that you’re home, we can finally start that show you wanted to watch. I already went to the store and got you some stuff, just in case you get any side effects.” He rambles excitedly, plopping onto the couch before dragging you down towards him, your limbs already entangled with his. He adjusts slowly, making sure your left arm isn’t pressing up against anything too harshly. He pulls a blanket hanging on the backside of the couch over the two of you. You don’t let this distract you from giving him a narrow-eyed look due to his last statement. He sighs, noticing this,

“I know-“ he starts but you interrupt him,

“It’s very sweet that you went out and got stuff for me, but you know I don’t like if when you go out by yourself.” You say, tracing your fingers over his anchor tattoo as you continue, “But, you are an independent young man, who can do whatever he wants, so just text me before you go out and do that stuff ok? Don’t want anything bad happening to you,” you say softly, looking up at him with a worried look. He lets out a small “aww” as he grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips, peppering small kisses on your knuckles before he looks at you with loving eyes.

“I know, you’re right, but you don’t have to worry about me love,” he says, wrapping his hand lightly around your neck, pulling your head closer so he could give you a small kiss on the forehead. You rest your head on his chest, facing towards the tv. You pick up the remote off the coffee table, turning on the TV to start scrolling though Netflix.

“I’m always gonna worry about you, I love you too much not to,” you say somewhat absentmindedly, since this was something you say to Harry all the time. He constantly begged you not to worry about him, and you always say there is no possible way you could not worry about him. Not just because he’s your celebrity boyfriend, but because obviously you will always worry about the people you love. People may see that as a bad thing, but it just means that you always want the best for the people you care about, and that you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to them.

You feel Harry’s ring-less hand, (he must’ve taken them off when he went out so he wouldn’t face any more risk of recognition; people are way too observant for their own good) find it’s way into your hair, lightly sifting through it.

‘Harry’s hands are surprisingly soft for someone who plays instruments as often as he does,’ you thought.

Ever since he found out about your mom playing with your hair, and other types of physical affection whenever you got upset, which he found adorable by the way, he had started to do the same, except at any given moment, not just when you got upset. You didn’t comment on it, but you secretly revel in it. He always was touchy-feely, but this was much more personal and intimate, and the way he pays extra attention to you makes you feel like nothing in the world could hurt you.

“You still shouldn’t worry about me so much,” he says, knowing full well that he will never be able to stop you. He knows that you worry about him for the obvious reasons, and that you would honestly be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t. He is one of the most famous people in the world, at least according to famousbirthdays.com.

After a few minutes of silence you hear Harry speak again,

“You know you’re the best girlfriend in the world right?” Harry says cutely, curling a strand of your hair around his fingers.

You let out a small laugh. He asked you this all the time, as if he never asked you the question before. You always brush off this comment, and this time is no different.

“No I am not,” you scoff, selecting play on the screen, the Netflix logo filling the screen. You feel Harry tug on your hair enough so he could make you look at him. This action makes your face heat up like the surface of the sun, making you try to look away from him.

“Look at me, love,” he whispers and you reluctantly comply. You see him with a tight lipped smile that rested below the apples in his cheeks. His eyes were slightly closed from how much he was smiling.

“I mean it, I know I tell you all the time, but you really are the best girlfriend in the world, you’re always so worried about me, making sure I’m ok,” he firmly states, scooping your stray baby hairs out of your face, “you’re like my bodyguard,” he chuckles. You raise a teasing eyebrow and he begins to laugh a little harder at your expression.

“Hey! You are like, the cutest bodyguard I’ve ever had,” you let out a small giggle at this, making Harry smile even wider.

“Damn right, I’ll kick everybody’s ass just for you babe,” you chuckle, air-punching the air aimlessly. Harry laughs loudly at this, giving you a peck on the head.

“I know you will, lovie,”

*

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Later on in the evening, Harry had finished making dinner, and you were sprawled out on the couch. You usually would be in the kitchen with him, but for some reason you just didn’t want to move. Harry didn’t pay any mind, knowing that the vaccine you got was a single shot, meaning it was going to be a more potent dose. This also meant that you would probably be experiencing more severe symptoms than he did when he had gotten his two shot vaccine. He wanted you to get the same one as him, but he knew that the place you were setting up your appointment only had the single shot doses, and that you didn’t want to have to go through two rounds of needles.

He was only away for 25 minutes, so when he rounded the corner to enter the living room, to say that he was concerned was an understatement. He saw you, sprawled on the couch, your face scrunched together in pain as you tried to get comfortable. Your chest was heaving up and down at a not so steady pace. He set the plates in his hands on the coffee table before crouching down to make his face level with yours.

“You ok lovie? Dinner’s ready,” he said in a hushed tone, placing his hand on your forehead to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. However, when his hand reached your forehead, he noticed that the hair was glued to it, your forehead slightly slick with sweat. You let out a small groan of pain as your response. He immediately placed the back of his palm against your skin, not caring about your sweat. Not a fever, but not too far from one.

“Baby why didn’t you change into something a bit lighter?”

“I was going to but then I just didn’t want to get up. Or...move.” You whined. Harry’s face softened when he saw your cute little pout that you do whenever you get lazy or tired. Or both.

“Okay well do you wanna have dinner then get changed, or get changed and then have dinner?” He says.

“I wanna move as little as possible, so let’s eat dinner and then I’ll change.”

“Ok lovie...now eat before it gets cold.”

*

You were barely able to keep yourself up by the time you finished eating, and Harry immediately sprung into action. He quickly cleaned up the kitchen and put everything somewhat away before he rushed back to you. He had to catch you slightly since you were trying to make it to the bedroom before he came back.

He gingerly helped you out of your clothes and tucked you into your bed. Quickly shedding his clothes, and slowly getting into bed, trying not to dip the bed drastically. You immediately curled into his arms after he turn out the lights, and you let out small groans every once and a while.

“It’s alright angel, you probably won’t sleep super well tonight but I’ll be right next to you if you need anything. Okay lovie?” He murmurs, bringing his left arm around your waist to slowly trace circles at the bottom of your spine, soothing you greatly. You let out a small hum of understanding before nuzzling into his chest more, letting out a small sigh.

“You know you’re the best boyfriend in the world right?”

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my friend who doesn’t have adhd and just wants an adderall perscription: i definitely have adhd like i never pay attention and i’m such a procrastinator omg lol btw i’m at the library studying and doing homework that’s not due until 3 days ugh what are you doing have you started studying yet we have those worksheets due tomorrow remember and it’s already 6pm! omg what do u mean u haven’t started the paper yet it’s literally due in 3 hrs omg no it’s ok i’ll just send u mine bc i’ve been working on it all day haha and omg i’m trying to pay attention to the lecture can u stop talking to me why r u reading online manga in class the exam is in 2 days pay attention! also i need caffeine to stay awake i love monster energy drinks they work so well i won’t be able to sleep tonight oh no also i took adderall 3hrs ago and now i’m super anxious but it’s not the adderall lol ugh i won’t be able to sleep tonjght ughh

me, someone who actually has adhd, pre-diagnosis: studying is so hard and i don’t want to do it and i literally can’t until hours before the exam and by then i’m so exhausted bc it’s like 3am but if i drink coffee or monster or bang i just get sleepier also i procrastinate entire research papers including the research hours before the due date even tho i knew abt the paper for a month and i wrote it in my assignment notebook every day knowing i needed to do it and i drink coffee before bed bc it relaxes me n makes me sleepy im constantly moving and shifting in my seat in class and i got paid 4 hrs ago and bought $500 worth of amazon products and now i don’t have any money for groceries for the next 2 weeks my thoughts go so fast and they’re so loud i can’t follow a conversation let alone a class lecture paying attention to anything i don’t care abt but am supposed to is impossible if i don’t write everything i need to do down i will forget about it and if i put my keys or vape or anything somewhere besides it’s designated spot for 1 minute i will literally forget where it is and if something isn’t directly in my line of sight i will forget i have it so i have to place everything in my line of sight for me to remember to use it and ok i’m at work i have a 14hr shift and a set of tasks i need to complete omg i’m so overwhelmed and frazzled i write down the list of tasks every shift and check off boxes to remember to do things but even then i still fall behind and why am i overwhelmed i know what i have to do please don’t ask me to do that thing i’m already trying to remember to do one thing ahhh ok i’m so exhausted it’s 12am and everyone’s asleep i have 3hrs left of my shift omg i’m so bored and tired ok i will have coffee and an energy drink to wake up bc i don’t wanna fall asleep here and i have an hour drive back home and oh wow i am now driving on the way and dozing off i am so sleepy sleepy sleepy why can’t i stay i awake i had 300mg of caffeine like 2hrs ago i’m going to crash the car why isn’t this energy drink working and hmm ok it’s now monday night i have school tmrw it’s 11pm i guess i’ll try n sleep i have class at 9am oh wait what is this sudden wakefulness i feel i am very awake i think i will maybe try to do homework to get tired actually no i think i will go on the internet instead hmm look at those cool show i think i will watch it ugh ok that was the longest 30min of my life i will not be able to watch another episode for at least 2 days probably oh it’s 3am i need to sleep but i can’t shut my brain off ugh oh no this sucks i hate myself why can’t i just get my shit together i know what i have to do but i just can’t fucking do it it’s so frustrating i’m trying so hard but i keep self sabotaging why why why

me, after being diagnosed w adhd and starting medication: wow for the first time in 8 years i’m actually paying attention in class and actively following what my professor is saying. i think i will do some homework now so i am not overwhelmed later. uh oh my dishes are starting to stack up i think i will clean them instead of starting a new pile. hmm my room is getting a little messy i think i will put things away including the clean clothes on that chair i’d been avoiding putting away for a week. i am following our conversation and i will wait until you are finished until it is my turn to speak instead of blurting out or interrupting you. oh i just got paid! hmm do i really need all of that online shopping stuff..? i think i will wait for a little bit and come back to it if i rlly want it bc what if something happens during the week and i need money to pay for it? oh i have to go to work it’s a 14hr shift; i am able to complete the tasks i need to do with ease bc i know what to do and when to do them and am no longer overwhelmed. i don’t need to drink that energy drink bc i know it will just make me more sleepy and i’ll doze off at the wheel on the highway and i don’t want that! ok i’m home yawn i think i will try n go to sleep it’s 11pm and i am genuinely tired.

#like just say u want an adderall perscription and go don’t fucking claim to have adhd its so invalidating to ppl that actually have it #and then she has the nerve to say i don’t have it when i literally check off almost every symptom and she doesn’t even actually check off 1 #also my mom had it and my lil brothers also definitely have it like it runs in my family no one in hers has it #it’s just so frustrating and invalidating bc stimulants honestly changed my life im so grateful #and she’s like lol how r u going to have adderall n NOT give it to me wtf our other friend does and im like bitch because #you and that other friend don’t actually fucking have it that’s why she’s so willing to give u her meds #but i literally need mine to function on a daily basis #also ever since i started adderall my DPDR is waaaaay less prominent now like i barely have episodes anymore unless i’m in a depressive epi #ok sorry rant over lol #ramblings #actually adhd

[la-lunaluna]

Pretty Please

Pretty Please (Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier) x F Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: angst, anxiety, crying crises, lap riding, making out, oral sex (him on her), sex (piv), fluffy at the end

Author comments: Hello, my beloved ones! This is my second Future Nostalgia Collection fanfic and also my first Frankie Morales fic ever! I'm excited but also kinda scared, Catfish is one of the most loved characters from Pedro and I really don't want to screw things up. Please be kind, and if you could comment something to me, it would be HEAVEN! Thank you for all your love and support, take care of each other, and don't forget Mando style: never show your face in front of the others! xoxo Update: OMG I WAS GIFTED WITH A PRETTY PLEASE FANART 😭 https://kenobiwanx.tumblr.com/post/647654503580123136/frankie-and-yn-inspired-by-la-lunaluna

You haven’t been feeling very well lately, especially today. You remembered clearly the promise you made to Frankie, that you weren't going to change, but you felt that promise went out the window, made you feel that you were lying to him. It was making you feel your heart heavy.   

You sat in the car seat and felt the anguish blur your vision and tighten your throat. When you first started your relationship with Frankie, your romance seemed to make even Cinderella jealous, but... At what point along the way had things started to get like this? You had promised each other that you wouldn't let love fall into a rut, fatigue and stress shake things up, but, God, it was so hard! He had supported you like no other to start the college you had wanted so much for years, and he encouraged you when you were afraid to reconcile your studies with your work. It was for a better future, wasn't it? But lately, things were tough. You couldn't help but feel a few tears rolling down your face.   

You started the car and drove home. The panel display indicated that it was past midnight and the lights inside were off. You knew this wouldn't be forever, it would only be until you finished college, but God, it seemed like the days when you would come home and not even look at your man because he was already asleep would never end. You loved him, and you felt that he loved you just as much, but this was... Damn it, working and studying all day and never getting the moment to feel comforted and relaxed by Frankie? Never a time to feel that even if everything was falling apart out there, you still had each other? It seemed so unfair!   

You turned the key in the door and opened it very carefully. As you guessed, Frankie wasn't in the room, he really should have been in bed by now. You sighed tiredly and giggled, unhappy that you thought that at least today things would be different. Arriving at the bedroom you saw a very familiar sight: Frankie lying on his stomach. The dim light coming in through the window made the sun-bronzed skin of his bare chest glow. His messy hair on his head needed to be cut, but you secretly loved it when he procrastinated about going to the barber and the ends of his hair got curled. Sometimes you wondered if you and Frankie decided to have children, they would have hair like that too. But how could you if you didn't even have enough time to talk to your man, how about raising a baby? God, you needed to sleep soon, otherwise, your head would keep playing tricks on you.   

  (…) 

 Frankie heard a low, half-muffled groan. It took him a few seconds to figure out that he was on that fine line between being asleep and awake. He opened his eyes and through the crack in the door that separated the bedroom from the bathroom, he knew that you had already come home. The sound of water falling from the shower made him doubt if he had actually heard anything or not. Your classes had been ending very late lately and sometimes he couldn't keep himself awake to wait. He missed when the two of you used to drink a cup of milk late at night, leaning against the kitchen counter and chatting away about whatever nonsense had happened during the day, but he knew that this was fleeting. Someday you wouldn't even remember those times anymore. He heard another groan, louder this time, a... hiccup? You were crying.   

He stood up and tapped lightly on the door before opening it slowly. 

“Baby, is everything okay?” Frankie said with his hand on the doorknob and his ear to the open doorway. 

“Y-yes, go back to sleep, please." You tried to cover it up, but Frankie knew you too well. Maybe all those years in the army had helped him to become a walking lie detector. 

“Sorry, I just... I heard you crying. Do you want to talk?” He seemed to measure every word he said so that the situation wouldn't become delicate.   

He heard the shower being turned off, and before he could think of anything, he felt the doorknob slipping from his hand and the door being opened unexpectedly. You, naked and completely wet, hugged him tightly and he suppressed a startled sound. Something really was wrong.   

Frankie hugged you back, feeling your back make a trembling back and forth movement as you sobbed your tears against his chest. Your hands held him as if you were afraid to leave at that moment. 

“Baby, you're scaring me. Please tell me what's going on, I need to help you somehow.”   

“Frankie, you don't need to help me, this is all my fault, you can leave if you want to, I... Shit, Frankie!” you cried out between the sobs of your desperate crying, squeezed between his arms. You seemed to be wasting your air even to breathe.   

“Baby, shh, please try to calm down.” He ran his hand down your back, trying to relieve you. “You're freezing, I'll get you a towel.” 

You pulled away from him, feeling as if a huge weight had been returned to your back, and sat up in bed. He brought a large, fluffy towel and used it to wrap you up. You seemed calmer now, seeming to have managed to control your crying, but despite this, you were no better in any way. Instead, your low and lost look only showed how tired and defeated you were. Frankie wrapped his arms around you and brought you close to him, making your body fall into his. You brought your legs up on the bed and cuddled up next to him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.   

“Frankie, honey, I..." You felt your voice choke up again. "Shit, I'm gonna cry again.” 

"It's okay, you can cry. Wanna try to tell me what happened?" He hugged you gently, bringing you closer. 

You sniffled and nodded.   

"Remember when we said, we promised each other..." You could barely finish your line of thought. "Damn it, Frankie, I'm letting everything that we promised each other wouldn't happen happen." 

"What you talking about?" 

"We always talked about how wouldn't let things fall into a routine, that we'd never let our worries affect our relationship, and look at us now! I'm tired, Frankie, I'm tired of feeling this unfair sensation that I'm burning out, and at the end of the day I can't even love you properly because I'm tired and stressed and I just want to come home and lie in bed and sleep and stop thinking bullshit!" Your voice was getting more altered with each word, you seemed to be trying to seek answers for all the trouble that was going on, but it was just making you desperate again. 

Frankie wriggled on the bed to pull you away from his body so that he could look you in the eye. You were a total mess, sitting on the bed, naked, wrapped in your towel. Your back was bent forward as if you wanted to disappear into yourself.   

"Baby, please, none of this is your fault. Frankie touched your chin, wet with tears, and lifted your face lightly. "You are feeling this because we are living this now, if we were in another situation, none of this would be happening. And when I say that, please don't think it's your fault, it's just the fault of the moment we're going through, and we chose this, remember? We knew it wasn't going to be easy, but we have survived all the tough days together until today, haven't we? This won't be forever, and when it's over, I'll still be here, okay?" Frankie gave a shy smile as he finished speaking. How could have he been through so many monstrosities in the army and still be such a sweetheart?   

"Okay." You gave a little yellow smile as you looked away and answered in a tone of voice so low you could barely hear yourself. You looked up half bashfully and continued, "I love you, Frankie."         

"I love you too, my love." He softly pressed his lips to yours, silently concluding the conversation. "Gonna get you your PJs for you to get dressed and sleep, okay?"   

"Frankie..."   

"Yes?" 

"No need. I... I don't wanna sleep. I want you to help me slow down, help me calm my mind, put it at ease." 

You stood up, letting the towel fall off your back, and sat on his lap, holding his face with your hands.    

"Wow... hi" Frankie laughed at your unexpected attitude, placing his hands on your thighs. "You know you're turning me on, right?"   

"No, but I loved knowing."     

You smiled and kissed his lips slowly. It didn't take long for that kiss to go deep and for Frankie's hands to become more adventurous, making you tremble on his lap, after all, your feelings were already running wild, but it was that kind of fun tension you were needing right now. You felt him growing under his sweatpants and you felt your spine trickle, smiling and distributing kisses all over his neck and rolling your hips back and forth slowly, closing your eyes to enjoy the delicious sensation of pleasure that was invading you more and more. You kissed again, a wet kiss surrounded by that heavy breath of urgency. 

"Frankie, baby, I missed you so much, I need your love, I need your hands on me" you groaned between the kiss, your mouths still glued together and groaning against each other. "Pretty please... I want me underneath you, come find me, try me..." you ordered in sighs of pleasure, brushing your lips against his. The kiss was so gentle, and at the same time so sexy. 

"Baby, don't light me up..." Frankie's deep voice resounded in his chest and his dark eyes shone with desire. “Get on the bed.” 

You moaned in response, rising from his lap, but not before moving one more time, letting your sex, still separated by Frankie’s sweatpants, rub. He smiled when he saw how his clothes were besmirched by your humidity. 

You got on the bed and he came right after, squeezing your ass, making your body arch back. This way he could catch you with his arm and squeeze your breast. You turned your neck to the side and stayed hostage by Frankie’s lips one more time. Frankie was loving that unexpected moment, half time ago he was sleeping, who knew he would be now having a full of nostalgia sex? He searched for your ear, biting and moaning. You were already completely melted, submissive to his tongue exploring you bluntly, to his hands holding you so well, full of malice, traversing your thighs and massaging your clit. The desire was urgent. 

Without losing any more time, he laid you down and turned you to face him, opening space between your legs until he could make his strong body cover you entirely. He supported his forearms by the sides of your face, letting his lips slide from the neck to the breasts. Frankie insisted to lick the tip of each one of your boobs and bite them after, using a bit of strength and making you tremble underneath him; you were so fucking turned on. 

“Francisco… I-I need you inside of me” you confessed, pulling Frankie’s hair while you arched your hips up without noticing. 

“Do you…” He kissed your belly. “Want to kill me…” Kissed your groin. “Calling me like that, right?” He licked all of your cunt extension just to tease you. “Just because of that I’m not going to suck you…” He laughed and moved away, getting on his knees on the bed and squeezing his erection still covered by his clothes. 

“Frankie, for fucks sake!” You laughed nervously, squirming. 

“Just kidding, babe” He blinked and smiled. 

He got his body down one more time and spread wet kisses through all of your bellies, putting your legs on his shoulders. His lips went down until your thighs, nibbling the skin intensely and gently at the same time. He looked at your eyes and got the silent request you were making, begging. He passed his tongue by all of your pussy and you squirmed in response, unable to hold on and moan loudly with pleasure as you felt Frankie practically swallow you with his mouth. You closed your eyes, grabbing the sheets by your side. He sucked you fastly, involving the tongue and taking cheeky bites one time and another. 

Frankie left his hands laying on your boobs, massaging them and loving to hear how you were liking that. Both were already gasping, sweaty, anesthetized by lust, and he hasn’t even taken his clothes off. 

“Fuck, babe, look at you…” He smiled, sliding the eyes to your cunt, wet, pulsing, vulnerable, and desperate for some relief. 

You moaned, closing your eyes hard as you felt his mouth speaking against your entrance, that contact was killing you. 

“Frankie…” You moaned sexily, your voice echoing by the silent ambient. 

You opened your eyes slowly, having that overwhelming vision of your hip raised on Frankie’s body, and him snapping your pussy and giving you tricky smiles. 

“Frankie, please…” It was each time more difficult to control your breath. “Frankie, get over with it…” 

“What do you want, babe?” He threw his head back to look at you and when he crossed eyes with you, you could swear you could cum at any time. 

“Fuck me, Frankie, I wanna cum with you inside me…” You pleaded, closing your eyes. 

Watching you licking and biting your lips was making him nuts. It was delicious to watch you and stimulate you, hear the way you moaned, how your breath was accelerated and how your body moved while you were getting closer to cum, but it was even better to see you had already forgotten how you were feeling minutes ago. You deserved that. 

He stopped the caresses to attend to your request and climbed on the bed to kiss you one more time, while you moaned by feeling your taste on his mouth, your hands messing his brown hair, pulling and stroking his neck. 

He moved again one more time, getting up from the bed and pulling the drawstring of the pants. 

“Hurry up, Francisco!” you complained laughing, begging for him to stop torturing you soon. 

Frankie attended, taking the sweatpants and showing that at any moment he was wearing underwear. You glimpsed the beautiful vision that lately used to fulfill only your memories. Frankie was so handsome, but now, stars… He was perfect. You didn’t know why you were so dazzled, after all, you had already seen him naked lots of times. Now, otherwise, seemed like you were rediscovering him, or something like that. You were missing your man! 

He got totally rid of the pants, bothering him so much at that moment, and, now undressed, he revealed the body you loved so much, was beautiful and your total source of desire. You looked attentive to his stomach, his large shoulders, and his strong arms. Frankie had beautiful, thick, and fleshy thighs, but what he had between his legs was catching all of your attention right now. You couldn’t avoid moaning by thinking on that cock, pulsing and pointing in your direction, penetrating you. 

Frankie got close to you again, curving himself to catch your lips with him one more time. 

“Baby, please…” 

He made a silent yes with his head, staying between your legs and holding your hips to get positioned on your entrance. He slipped inside you totally, pulling a loud moan out from you. 

“Frankie!” 

“I’m all yours now, babe” he answered against your ear. 

Your body heated up with the sensation of being taken and by the words, even forgetting that brief bothering feeling of the beginning being filled up. You relaxed, letting Frankie dictate the rules. 

You hugged him, with both arms and legs, and noticed he wasn’t moving, probably waiting for you to get used again to feel him inside you, after so many days without a touch. 

“Frankie, please…” you murmured, squeezing his large shoulders. “I want you…” 

Frankie sank and started moving without any rush. As he felt you were comfortable, he stocked you once and twice again, moving slowly, focused on giving the pleasure you deserved, that was pressing his member wet by your heat. You sighed, concentrating on feeling the welcome invasion of Frankie on your body. 

He smiled, looking below himself. His heart raced as you looked at his eyes, smiled, and settled your lips on his, making him move very slowly inside of your tight pussy. He went increasing the speed, he couldn’t and didn’t want to as well, broke eye contact, watching and appreciating every micro pleasure feature you were letting show. The more you gasped and moaned between kisses, the more stimulated he felt himself. 

“Frankie…”  

Was so exciting to see you falling from pleasure. Watching you moaning and calling his name each time he went deep, touching that sensible part of your pussy, every time he went out and in firmly, making you bite your lips and want to close her eyes, but you were too hypnotized by that chocolate eyes to dare to close, it was overwhelming. Frankie’s hands wandered through your body, scratching, fumbling, squeezing all the sensitive parts each time he increased speed. 

The back-and-forth movement was delicious, Frankie held your waist, moaning unconnected and dirty words on your ear. The position could appear a little predictable to some couples, but for you was pure paradise. 

“Frankie, put it in harder…” You requested, ecstatic. 

“Wanna harder, baby?” He growled, squeezing your waist and laying his forehead on yours. “Roll it for me while I fuck you…” 

You obeyed, rolling your hips and feeling your thighs tremble while you felt Frankie increasing the speed considerably. You felt all his cock touching you deep, hard. He squeezed your waist harder, pushing his fingers and sinking his cock in your cunt even more. You moaned hoarsely, calling for him, asking for more. 

Frankie took his hand until your forgotten clit, masturbating you with intensity. You trembled, hugged your lover’s body, letting your lips go through his neck slowly. He let his hand go off from your body and touched your face sweetly. You kissed, in love, moving your lips slowly and full of sensuality one against the other. You massaged your mouths, enjoying the devouring sensation of your shocking bodies. You gave space to Frankie’s mouth, enlacing yours, while he increased his movements. 

You were almost there, Frankie’s big hands had the ability and that was delicious, it was impossible not to cum when you were at his mercy. That was what you wanted, to feel you could faint at any time and cum nestled on your man’s body. 

“Frankie, I’m so close…” You bit the crease of his ear. 

He nodded, saying without words he was feeling close to his end as well. You felt the fire devouring you fully and when Frankie bite your shoulder, you fell apart on his arms moaning loudly your name. In the last movement, Frankie couldn’t handle the orgasm when he felt you squeeze around his cock. He came too, pouring his seed deep inside you. 

Both of you collapsed in the bed. You smiled when you felt your thighs still trembling after that so intense and necessary orgasm that day. You were gasping, feeling all your body muscles relaxing and softening. It had been a while since you hadn’t such an amazing fuck as that. 

“Frankie…” you called him dimly, turning yourself in the bed and letting your face lay down on his chest, resting your arm on his stomach. 

“What, baby?” Frankie stroked your back on the back of his fingers. 

“Let’s do it again? 

Frankie let out a loud chuckle, hugging you after. 

“You’re going to become a widow before the sun rises, do you know that, don’t you?” He whispered, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. “Can’t we just let this for tomorrow morning? By now I think we could just get a good shower.” 

Frankie got up from bed, carrying you by the hand to the bathroom, where you got a warm and long shower, where you cleaned each other and shared hot kisses until you couldn’t handle the provocative caresses anymore and ended up making love again. 

After a while, dressed with cleaned pajamas and sated, you came back to your room, to the bed, and changed the sheets, and fluffed the pillows before laying down again. It was funny, if you didn’t know each other so well, you would have had that strange silence on the air. But after a long time together, that was just a good and comfortable silence. 

“Francisco?” 

He turned to you in bed and found your eyes. It was so good to simply stay laying down like that, lost on Frankie’s sweet eyes… 

“Hi.” He smiled. 

“Hi.” You smiled back, rubbing your nose on his delicately. “Thank you. Truly.” 

“I’m right here to remember you everything’s gonna be okay, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“I love you.” He settled his lips on yours for the last time that night. 

“I love you more.” 

“That’s impossible.” You smiled. 

You nestled against him in sweet relief, draining your back on his warm chest and feeling embraced by his strong arms. Sometimes you forgot Frankie was there for you, and you loved when he made you remember all of that so well. Next to him, everything was going to be okay. 

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