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hearts4chriss · 4 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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woodenanemone · 4 months

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your eyes fluttered open, the sudden feeling of warmth above you waking you from your sleep.

you open your eyes to see choso above you, his arms framing your head, pulling back from his kiss on your forehead. your eyes squinted from the light streaming in the room, reflecting on his face that softly smiled down at you. he looked like the sweetest angel, but you could barely appreciate it through the fogginess of your post rested state.

“good morning. I’m sorry to wake you, but I really couldn’t wait to see you.” he apologized softly, his hand coming up brush your cheek. you sighed at the contact, feeling yourself growing more awake as the time passed. “good morning, choso. it’s alright, I should be up anyways.” you groggily responded while sitting up, causing him to shift, now sitting by your knees. “happy valentines day.” he smiled warmly. you smiled back, now remembering that this is his first valentines with a lover, and you started to understand his eagerness to spend the morning with you. you wished him the same, stretching and yawning. choso rested his hand on your cheek once more, and you blink in surprise at the sudden seriousness in his expression.

“in truth, today means nothing to me.”

you flinch at the bluntness of his words. “Um—?”

"please, don’t mistake my dismissal of this holiday for dismissal of our love. I mean it in the way that…,” he paused for a second, his eyes drifting down to your lap, thinking. “I’d be sickened with myself if my affection for you couldn’t even transcend the 14th of february. no teddy bear, no hallmark card, no rose in the world could ever even begin to show my adoration for you. The love I feel can't be boxed and tied up with a bow, and gifted to you on a single date of the year. Even 365 days is not virtually enough time to give you the feelings I have. my love for you is boundless, vaster than any sky, and deeper than any ocean.”

your mouth opened, then closed again. he just made that up on the spot? and really… how does he expect you to respond when he gets like this? “ocean’s can only go so deep, choso.” you teased, holding his chin. and with that, his face morphed into the sweetest smile you’ve had the pleasure of seeing, his tone sincere.

“I’d claw at the oceans floors until my fingers bled. and then I’d keep digging, into the very depths of hell, to expands its depths. but even then… the distance couldn’t hold an iota of what I feel for you.” and he meant that.

“I love you, and I wish I could tell you how much I love you. but there aren’t enough words in the world to say it, no language eloquent or evocative enough to ever even begin to convey just how I feel looking into your eyes. the eyes which… could make even the mute, inanimate moon tell all her secrets to. in all honesty, I’m so scared that if any man in passing meets this terrifying gaze, he too will fall into insanity, like I have.”

“how do you even come up with this stuff?” you say exasperatedly, shaking your head at your lack of a better response. he shrugged. “even an illiterate man could recite words of Shakespeare in grand verse, if he were only so lucky to have the privilege of seeing your smile.”

“...it’s 9 in the morning. please, at least give my heart the chance of getting through breakfast.”

ngl i kinda hate this but i cant come up with anything better rn..

i wish you all a happy valentines day, i hope you find nothing but love and adoration !

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kurogane2512 · 3 months

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Kurooo i just can't get enough of Signora my baby, imagine reader, who is just so smitten with Signora that they just can't help but sit there and stare at her lovingly or coming up to hug her from behind and pressing gentle kisses to her cheek. Like i cant help but want to give all the love she's been missing out on after her late husband. Been wanting more fluff for her and i hope you can write this. Awesome works as always! -🐯

Cute af oh my god Signora fluff gets me weak, I also want to give her all the love she missed out on all these centuries and I have been missing her so much these days 😭

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: La Signora x gn!reader

Type: Fluff (domestic life, you are married to Signora, slightly suggestive)

The warm rays of the morning sun tickled your face as you slowly opened your eyes and were met by your wife's sleeping face. Rosalyne was beautiful beyond measure in your eyes, you couldn't take your eyes off her. You were lying in the blanket together with her, her arms securely wrapped around your body as she tightly hugged you in her sleep. This was a common habit of Rosalyne, even before you got married to her. It was a bit of a shock to you at first, seeing the ruthless 8th Harbinger of the Fatui become so vulnerable to you but you were glad she trusted you this way.

You smiled and gently caressed her cheek to brush aside her blonde hair strands, your eyes fell on the burned side of her face and you couldn't help but lovingly caress it too. You knew she couldn't feel much sensations on it, but you nevertheless loved touching it to show her you found her beautiful no matter what and that this side was as important to you as the other. You then planted a kiss on her forehead which made her shift a bit but not enough to wake up.

You slowly removed her arms from your body in order to get up and pulled the rest of the blanket on her, gently rubbing her head. But your actions were in vain as you felt your arm being grabbed and turned around to see Rosalyne holding it and her eye slightly open, clearly still sleepy but she was conscious.

"Where are you going, my love....?" Rosalyne mumbled and pulled your arm to make you come back in her embrace, and just like that you were indeed pulled back as you laid down beside her again and she embraced you just like before, nuzzling her face in your neck and breathing your scent.

"I told you not to go before I wake up...." She murmured against your skin, causing you to chuckle but you found her so adorable this way.

"I was just going to the bathroom, I won't leave."

"Hmm.... go and come back quickly."

You nodded and pecked her forehead as she loosened her hold and let you get up to use the bathroom. You came back after 5 minutes and found her sitting up on the bed, and you couldn't lie that your breath was taken away. The sun shone against her messy platinum blonde hair falling down her shoulder and her fair skin, illuminating her in front of the snow white background like a goddess, her black lingerie slightly disheveled as one of the straps hung loose on her shoulder and the gentle smile on her face made you entranced.

"Good morning, my love~"

You were too lost looking at her, rendering you speechless for a moment.

"My love?"

"Ah— g-good morning, Rosa."

Rosalyne smiled with a chuckle and extended her arms out. You climbed up the bed again and went closer to her and she wasted no time to wrap her arms around your neck to hug you. She lunged forward and made you lie back while she rested on top of you and snuggled into your chest, she could hear your heartbeat this way and it gave her so much comfort and peace of mind. You put your arms around her too and lightly caressed her hair, both of you blissfully lying in each other's embrace.

"You don't have work today, right?" Rosalyne asked you.

"Mhm, but you do. You should start getting ready."

"Hmm... there's only 1 meeting today and the usual training. Why don't you accompany me today?"

"Would that be fine? The Mayor doesn't seem particularly fond of my presence in the palace this way...."

"Don't pay heed to him. It's all fine as long as you stay with me."

"Hehe, alright. As you say, my lady~"

Rosalyne chuckled and looked up at you to peck your lips. You gazed at each other and you cupped her face, trailing your eyes over her features, "You are so beautiful, Rosalyne."

Rosalyne blushed at the unexpected compliment then smiled, "You say that every day, you know? Many times at that."

"I know, and it's still not enough. It cannot compare to how long you were called heinous and disdainful. I want to make up for it and more."

Rosalyne felt heavy hearted at your words and cupped your face too, "It's not your salvation to bear. I don't care about those people when I know you are here for me and love me for who I am."

You smiled at each other and she leaned forward to kiss you deeply, her lips moving with yours in a slow yet heated manner. Rosalyne didn't know what she did to deserve you, she never asked for redemption but with you she felt pure and washed of all her sins, she felt like the innocent maiden from Mondstadt all over again.

"Shower with me, I want to wash my hair."

You happily agreed and the two of you made your way to the bathroom and discarded your clothes before standing under the shower together facing each other, her back towards the shower head. You held her waist while she rinsed her hair, her head back tilted back exposing her neck and full body to you. You couldn't resist diving in to kiss her neck, she gasped lightly and held on to your shoulders while her right leg wrapped around your waist.

"Hmm.... Y-Y/n~ I'll be late.... mhm~"

"It's fine.... I'm helping you, right?~"

You planted kisses up her neck to her jaw before moving down to her chest and kissing all over it. Her hands wrapped around your head now and her fingers lightly treaded through your hair as she held you and directed you where to kiss. You then let go of her and turned off the shower and applied shampoo over her hair. You were always amazed by the sheer volume and length of her hair and how well she maintained them, you couldn't imagine taking care of your own hair so well but you were so attentive to hers. You loved feeling the soft strands on your palm as you massaged the shampoo all over, they were so perfect.

She then turned on the shower again to wash off the shampoo and you helped her carefully wash every nook and cranny of her long hair then applied conditioner too followed by putting soap on her back. She washed off both the things after a while and you continued hugging her from behind, kissing and sucking on her shoulder and moving up to kiss her cheek on the burned side of her face. Rosalyne giggled at your constant kisses but you knew she loved it. She turned to face you and kissed your face all over before kissing your neck and collarbone.

"Thank you. Do you want me to wash you too, my love?~"

You smirked, "If you say so~"

And just like that, a slow and pleasant morning passed until you reached the Zapolyarny Palace and to her office. Such mornings were common for you, but they always had such a magical effect as if you were everything for the first time. Both of you would remember these moments for the rest of your lives, and Rosalyne knew you are the only person she'll ever love now.

#genshin impact #genshin women #la signora #signora x reader #genshin x reader #la signora x reader

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bbyquokka · 7 months

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its me again BUT I CANT HELP IT the new challenge video of minsung... its a different thing BUT. jisung coming home with this outfit.. of course he is tired, he directly heads to living room to catch a breath, before even he can say something you sit on your knees in front of him, he gets what you want and smirks .. you slowly unbelt his pants,,,,,as u give him a head he calling u 'you're so pretty' 'my little slut' as he caress your hair 😖😖😖 you take slow as he guides you. okay enough.

so pretty !!

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he's so tired. he's spent all day at the studio filming for the lalalala practice video. the theme of the video was racer. he's spent all day dealing with stylists and make-up artists making sure he looks good before entering the dance studio and filming the video with the back-up dancers.

after he filmed the youtube content, it was then advised that him and minho filmed a challenge video for youtube shorts and instagram reels. by that point, he just wanted to go home and luckily for him, it only took one take to do before he was finally able to go home for the day.

he doesn't mind it, of course. it's fresh new content for stays. it's just comeback season is always tiring for him (and everyone else) the schedule forever being packed. interviews here, flying to japan there. stage after stage after stage performances – it's never ending.

due to how busy he has been, his needs have been neglected. you know this more than anyone considering how short tempered he is slowly becoming. you wish you could help him but you know he is also tired from working and most likely just wants to sleep.

but that's far from the case. jisung is tired but he is horny: blue balls horny! he misses you. he misses your touch, your scent, your taste. he misses the way you look at him, pleading for him and moaning for him. he wants you so bad, it hurts!

he walks into the apartment he shares with you, mumbling a small “hello” before flopping onto the couch. today has been extra tiring and extra hard on him. he didn't even bother getting changed from the racer clothes he was put in. everything he did and everywhere he went he imagined you being with him. he imagined fucking you from behind in front of the studio mirrors. imaging your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. he's had to try hard not to get hard and it's been so painful for him.

you notice him shifting in his seat. he readjusts himself, giving his semi hard-on a squeeze. he groans, kicking his head back a little and lips parting. you watch him massage and squeeze himself, watch as his cock grows and gets hard in his pants.

“fuck.. i shouldn't be doing this. i need to shower and eat but it feels so good.” you hear him mumble to himself. you watch him unzip his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and squeezing and palming himself through his underwear. you see his cock grow hard and throb. something stirs inside of you and before you know it; you're down on your knees in front of a hazy and horny looking jisung.

“oh. hey doll, didn't see you th–” he swallows thickly as he watches you reach up and pull his underwear down. “... h-hey babe. you don't have to do that. im fin–fuck!”

his cock has sprung free from its restraints. you look up at him with doe eyes as you rub his shaft slowly. he bites his bottom lip gently before grabbing the base of his penis and tapping it against your lips.

“open.” you part your lips slowly as you maintain your gaze on him. you lean down and gently suck on his tip, giving it long and slow licks.

“that’s it. fuck that feels good, darling. you're so good for me, mhm.” you give him a simple hum as you stroke his shaft from the base. “think you can take a little more of me, darling?”

your eyes flutter close as you lower your head further down. the corner of your lips stretch a little and burn. saliva gathers in your mouth as you feel stuffed. you slowly bob your head up and down, body shivering as you listen to jisung pant and whimper.

“that's it. such a pretty little slut. gosh, you feel so good around my cock.” you continue to suck and stroke him, free hand reaching up and cupping his balls. his hands caress your hair slowly and gently, giving it the occasional tug.

“hollow out your cheeks darling. that’s it.. make sure your tongue is flat and breath darling.” you do as instructed, listening to jisung giving you hints and tips on how he likes it. he praises you, forever telling you how well behaved you're being and how good he feels.

“my little slut looks so pretty with my cock between their lips.”

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stevenssticks · 7 months

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Hey,it’s still me,and I still wanted to ask if you could’ve write a smut about Jason Newsted X fem!reader where they where besties😋 and they were at a “sleepover” but they couldn’t sleep so they started talking (about anything you want i don’t mind) and then..yk 😊

Nah cus…look at him😭

uregghh this is so cute. i cant. look at himmm😭

being best friends w jase is already so so good. he’s so caring and sweet, always running by your house when you tell him you’re not feeling great. gives the tightest hugs ever. you’ve been friends for years and just clicked instantly in your teen years when you both still had acne all over everywhere and you were trying to get everything figured out. and after that you feel for him. hard.

cut to today, now both in your late 20’s, jason is in town after touring with metallica and he immediately shows up at your door with a duffel bag in hand and his bass strapped over his shoulder.

“jase!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him in the doorway. he drops his luggage to return your hug, holding you tight and breathing you in, smiling into your shoulder as you ask him how he is, before saying “oh, goodness, you’re still outside, please come in.”

jason smiles at you, once again picking up his things and throwing them off to the side and kicking off his shoes. the two of you mosey into your room once jason gets out a pair of sweats from his travel bag, it was 9:00 pm when he got off the plane that day. now it’s pushing 12:00 am.

you’re both lying in bed side by side kind of just looking at the ceiling, and you feel like you’re freshly 18 again, except something in the mood has shifted a little. your hands lay side by side and you are so tempted to reach out and grab it, so tempted to crawl on top of him and kiss him until your lips bruise. your love for him rushes up to your throat and it hurts.

“hey jason?” you whisper.

“mhm??” jason’s eyes are lidded. slowly blinking as he looks at you.

“can i say something insane?” you blink back.

“what are you talking about?” jason chuckles, “you’re scaring me.”

“well?”

“‘course you can, anything.” jason’s more attentive now, wide awake.

“i’m in love with you.” and you feel yourself just shatter. you’re frozen, you can’t believe you just said that, you can’t get up, can’t move, just wait and watch as your best friend of over a decade processes your declaration.

you watch in slow motion as jason says “can i do something insane?” in which you nod, and then jason is kissing you, soft and sweet. his hands move to the back of your neck and hip, pulling you so that you are situated laying chest to chest on top of him, deepening the kiss.

“can’t believe this is happening,” he mumbles into your skin, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. he moves to kiss up your neck as he caresses your hips. sliding his hands all over you like he’s been wanting to for years. “so pretty…”

you’re getting needy quick, all this desire having built up in you for so long. you want him now, palming at his crotch and fumbling with his sweats until they’re down his thighs, before situating yourself over him again after you too remove your sleeping bottoms.

you keep kissing him, wet smacks that make you all hot everywhere. jason’s hand moves to your core, rubbing over your underwear just where your clit is under the fabric. “need to fuck you, baby. need it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, fingers pushing your panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your folds.

you whine for him, again reaching to his crotch and feeling him hot and hard against your hand. you reach into his underwear and wrap your fingers around him, pumping him a few times before pulling him out of his fly. lowering down and opening your legs, you push the tip of him through your wetness.

“cmon jase… need you..” you whine, and then jason is taking your hips and pushing you down onto him as you hold him steady, slowly sinking down in a delicious slide that makes your eyes roll back in your head. “fuck, that’s it!”

you roll your hips onto him, jason’s arms wrapped around your waist as you ride him harder and faster, moaning into his ear as he groans into your shoulder. crying out for you just as you do for him, repeating “i love you.. i love you s’ much” over and over again like a prayer. you keep begging him to say it again and again, never getting enough of hearing him.

your orgasm comes by surprise, you squeezing so hard around him, so hot, and jason is quick to follow you over the edge. grabbing your hair and pushing you down to kiss him again as a stray tear falls from your eyes as you get so overwhelmed by the feeling of him. your hips slow, then pull off, flopping down onto jason’s chest as you breathe him in. he looks down at you and smiles wide.

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okay i still have no clue how to close out fics. sorry. enjoy

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agent-barnes40 · 3 months

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Sleep

Thirteenth Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

The Fam & Reader (Platonic)

Part of Escape and Sick and Home

The other people and alien on the TARDIS realize you don't have a set sleep schedule.

You had leaned up against the crystal pillar, your eyes half open when you felt hands gently grab your upper arms. "You okay?"

It was Graham's voice, ever the grandfather type. You smiled softly and held your left hand up, giving him a thumbs up and a "mhm" as a confirmation.

"Hey, uh, Doc? The Kiddo's not doing well." Graham called to The Doctor causing you to groan.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just tired." You said, pulling your eyes fully open and you spot that Yaz and Ryan had turned to look at you. The Doctor was heading full speed to you and Graham.

"Guys I'm okay." You said, and let Graham and The Doctor shift you around.

The Doctor's sonic screwdriver was whirring in your face and your face scrunched up in discomfort from the noise. The Time Lord whispered a sorry as she scanned your body. "Huh, it just says sleep deprivation, a little bit of dehydration, and your a little bit hungry."

"Trying to beat your all-nighter score?" Ryan asked and you laughed softly.

"Nah, just not good at sleeping." You replied, turning to look over at him.

As Yaz and Ryan took in your face, their faces scrunched up in a wince and you realized you must've looked like you hadn't slept or at least like you've been hit by a metaphorical car.

"Did the TARDIS forget to start your night time process last night?" The Doctor asked, prompting the TARDIS to groan and rumble at the question.

The Doctor quickly pressed a hand against the console, a silent apology to the machine.

"No, she didn't. I just couldn't sleep, that's all." You were quick to defend the ship against her owner, even if you were half asleep.

The TARDIS let out what you interpreted as a happy groan and you smiled. The Doctor laughed softly. "She's spoiling the four of you, I know it."

"I hope she is. I still cant believe she lost my blanket." You grumbled.

The group around you laughed and The Doctor rested her hands on her hips. "I'm ordering a down day."

All of you groaned, and you yawned in the middle of your groan that caused The Doctor to whip her head around to look at you. "Specifically for you. The rest of us can stop in Sheffield, let the rest of them pick up some things from home and let you sleep."

You let out a slight groan and leaned your head back on the crystal pillar behind you. "We're gonna land and you four are gonna end up saving Earth again without me."

The Doctor shook her head. "We promise to not end up saving Earth without you."

You lifted your head, sending her a look. "I have the strange feeling that that promise is going to end up broken."

The Doctor gave you a look, one you'd only see when a parent was getting ready to scold their child. You laughed softly. "Sorry, Sorry. I'm just tired."

"Oh that's going to be your excuse for everything today, isn't it?"

"Yep, get used to it."

"Not if I get you to go to sleep."

"I'm okay."

"No you are not, c'mon kiddo, lets get you to your room."

#Doctor Who x reader #The Thirteenth Doctor & Reader #Platonic fanfic

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ssseob · 1 year

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cold hands

your lover comes home from a long day of work to find you asleep. you cant blame them for teasing you since your reactions are just too cute!

- pairing: various fandom x gn!reader

- warnings: menaces MENACES, tooth rotting fluff :)), UNEDITED AHHHH

note: took my bio final today……..

it was another monotonous day of having your lover taken away from you for their work. as much as you supported them and encouraged them to keep at it, achieve their dreams and that you didn’t mind how it affected your sanity without them there for a majority of the days in a week; you still couldn’t help but miss their comforting warmth when they weren’t in your presence.

you knew they weren’t going to be home for another thirty minutes but it was already three in the morning, and you were getting restless. you pondered about their health; of course, you admired their work ethic and ambition, but what would all that matter if they get hurt? nodding your head in confirmation, you decide that you would have a conversation about how they should always prioritize their health (as well as your own, seeing as you were dying to have them near you again- but you wouldn’t tell them that).

unfortunately for your plans, your ideas were becoming clouded, the trains of thought started to slow, and your inner voice dialled down to a whisper, and you find yourself drifting off to dreamland.

when your lover had finally arrived home, he opens the bedroom door to find you laying peacefully, engulfed in slumber. it wasn’t an unusual sight that you were asleep by the time they got home, they would be rather concerned if you were still wide awake. so, they slip into bed after freshening up and their hands find their way under your pyjama shirt. He cups the skin of your waist and before they know it, you jolt awake from your sleep.

“w-what happened, are you okay?!” their panicked voice was the first thing you heard, and although their concern warmed your heart, all you could focus on was their freezing cold hands.

“your hands! they’re so cold” you whined sleepily, tensing at the chilling sensation of the hands of your significant other.

when you locked eyes with them after your confession, their concerned gaze suddenly shifted to one of mischief, eyeing you with warning.

“...you mean, these hands?” he asks, moving his hands back under your shirt to rest his palms on your stomach.

you shriek at the feeling, recoiling at the temperature. you can’t help but whine softly while your partner continues to tease you through his soft laughs. having enough of their antics, you turn to face them fully and hide your face into their chest.

noticing your embarrassment, he softens his laughter, “sorry, i just love teasing you, you’re too adorable…”

hearing this, your arms wrap around his waist. “you’re hands are so cold… you need to start taking care of yourself more, I would really hate to see you hurt or sick… bring gloves next time…” and with that, the starry sky laid its hand back over your eyes and lead you to slumber.

a tender smile made its way onto your partner's lips, he too was guilty of the lack of time he has been putting away for you. he shifts in your embrace to get more comfortable before doing one last thing to remind you that he loves you.

“ah!” he smiles at the reaction of his hand, back under your shirt and now touching your back.

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heartdaichi · 1 year

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SEND THIRSTS? ok listen. i think i remember snippets of the alhaitham thoughts i had before i fell asleep earlier today...

married life w alhaitham... imagine ur having a wet dream one night and unknowingly grind against his crotch in ur sleep... so once u wake up he's taking matters into his own hands and makes ur dreams into reality <3

me thinks could probably combine this with somno as well but idk... i think this was the premise of the idea i had but i cant remember anything else SOBS

ESTHER HI :)) this is such a cool idea i’m actually melting on the spot rn

he wakes up before you and realises the way you’re desperately rutting against his thigh in your sleep, your eyes screwed shut and your eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration

the way you’re moaning makes him seriously wonder what on earth you could be dreaming about that you must cling onto him so tightly that your nails are digging into his skin

so, being the ever so loving husband that he is, he decides to help you out !! he shifts his body in bed and lets his fingers travel down to the waistband of your little lace panties, slipping them inside to feel the pure wetness gathered in between your folds

you’re none the wiser, and as he starts to finger you slowly, you end up grinding against his palm instead, your whines of his name gradually getting louder as he feels you tighten against his fingers

at this point, he’s literally rock hard and opens up your legs a little before shimmying (haha funny word) down his own pyjamas and lining his tip up with your pulsing hole

the position is so intimate 🥹 he’s holding your back in his arms as he slowly thrusts in and out, his heavy breathing mixing with your sweet sounds as builds himself up to climax

that morning, you wake up to a full feeling and a very wide awake alhaitham in between your legs, lapping sweetly at your cunt :,) this man would make such a good husband ong

#❲ new voicemail : haithamuse ❳#genshin impact #genshin impact al haitham #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #al haitham x reader

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underratedandoverit · 16 days

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forever yours

689 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

idiots in love. they make out a little. the end 💜💜💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Kip sighed quietly, seemingly absentmindedly scrolling on his phone as he laid on his side on the hotel room bed, waiting for sleep to finally claim him. It had been such a long, eventful day, and he was tired out of his mind, but sleep was still difficult to grasp tonight for some reason. Or, well, he knew the reason, staring at it at that very moment as he scrolled through the photos on his camera roll, the faint smile on Kip’s lips growing slightly bigger with each photo he looked at of him and Cassidy together.

Kip inhaled deeply, almost feeling the breath getting stuck in his throat as he was thinking through the events of the day. Cassidy had been mostly busy with work while Kip was just kind of there, and due to the differences in their current on screen stories they weren’t really allowed to be together that much, to not draw media’s attention or whatever. Which Kip understood, but he also definitely did mind it when his work didn’t allow him to efficiently spend time with his boyfriend. It sucked, and he absolutely hated it, when they were forced to be apart instead of Kip being able to pull Cassidy close and just hold him and his hand and kiss him whenever he wanted.

Closing his photo app, Kip quickly pulled up his texts, easily finding the top conversation with “Clementine”. He smiled a little at the quick confirmation text he had sent to Cassidy earlier in the day when asked if he was coming to breakfast, thinking back to one of the only times they had had time today to spend together. He sighed, typing up a message on his phone and hitting send before thinking twice about it.

‘I cant stop thinking about you. I really want to kiss you right now.’

As Kip lowered the phone from his hand, with another soft sigh he finally closed his eyes, snuggling his face against the pillow under his head. Only for a second later feeling the bed shifting next to him, feeling a lazy arm being thrown over his midsection, a soft kiss being pressed against the exposed back of his neck.

“Kip… I’m right here.”

Kip hummed a little in response, but turned to his other side on his spot, eyes still closed as he carefully snuggled closer to Cassidy’s chest with a content sigh. He could feel the blond roll his eyes at him, but Cassidy pressed a little kiss on the top of his head nonetheless.

“I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Kip mumbled into his chest, hearing Cassidy chuckle at him quietly, clearly tired from today’s activities himself. One of his arms wrapped around Kip’s midsection, the other carefully cupping his face, lifting it up just enough so he was face to face with the blond, spotting the soft smile on his lips as Kip finally opened his eyes again.

“Well, I’m here. Go for it. Get it out of your head.”

Kip smiled a little, hands digging out from underneath the blanket to cup Cassidy’s face, pulling him into a kiss. It was slow, sensual, no rush in sight despite Kip having dreamed of doing this all day. The tingling taste of citrus from his lips almost made Kip laugh at the irony of it all, the thought being brushed aside as he felt a soft, almost shy lick of a tongue against his lips, requesting a deeper kiss, which Kip allowed. Cassidy’s arm tightened around his midsection as he pulled Kip closer, both of them getting lost in tasting each other in the tired, hazy kiss.

Cassidy slowly pulled away a moment later, watching Kip’s eyes being pushed shut again as he was trying to collect himself, quietly gasping for air. Cassidy pressed a quick little peck on his lips with a smile.

“Better?”

Kip nodded, feeling Cassidy pull him back against his chest. Kip focused on his heartbeat, feeling surprisingly calmed by it despite the fact that it was racing just as fast as his heart was at the moment.

“Better. I love you.”

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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just-a-floofy-catt · 7 months

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THE LAST DRABBLE FOR NOW

Thank

Fucking

God

This ones another barely coherent bullet point one lol

Its based completely around the song "Rises the moon" and its lyrics :)

• The dca bois in their recovery after the virus incident in sb :(

• Like, imagine a fic where you have to help them get better/back to normal after all that trauma

• Sun is still super paranoid and has a breakdown or panic attack at even the insinuation of the lights going out

• You have to slowly get him used to it and try to chill him out

• He feels really bad for not trusting Moon, since he missed him so much after all. But he just cant help it, and ends up overworking himself and trying to stay in control as long as possible and give as little chances as he can for Moon to come out.

• So then he has warring fear and guilt eating away at him

• On the other side of this, Moon is doing a hell of alot of reflecting

• He feels absolutely awful about what has happened, despite how much others try to tell him it isnt his fault and that hes also a victim in the situation

• He becomes incredibly distant and lost in his own wallowing, avoiding literally everyone and isolating himself out of fear of hurting someone

• Just imagine a super soft scene where after a month of trying to get Moon to just properly talk to them, YN ends up catching him sat alone in the dark with only the faint glow in the dark elements in the daycare illuminating him on the balcony. Hes literally just sat there, just staring sadly at the fake stars along the ceiling.

• YN approaches him carefully and he doesnt even notice

• They sit on the edge of the ballpit, looking up at him in silence

• He finally notices them and startles

• Random note - (Metaphor in the song of how every day with sun feels different, due to both his erratic behaviour and him actually slowly improving over time, but every night is always the same with moon refusing to open up to you)

• He just waits and stares at them suspiciously

• (This isnt their usual shift. They werent supposed to be in today and theyre a later than usual too.)

• (They asked if they could go in, because they felt like they just couldnt give up on Moon and made a spur of the moment impulsive decision before going to bed that they would go and see if catching him later would help at all or make a difference. They were desperate for just anything at all to work)

• They didnt really plan this, so not only do they not know what to do or say, but their lack of sleep means theyre tired af

• After a few moments of just silent staring, they start to droop a bit, and yawn, laying their head on their knees, just waiting for any reaction at all from him.

• Theres just complete stillness between the two, and YNs body seems to give into Moon’s stubbornness, dozing slightly and causing them to fall asleep

• Moon softens slightly, programming kicking in at seeing them so tired

• He hesitates, waiting a little longer, then goes down to them

• He cautiously approaches them, then reaches down to pet their head

• They shift slightly and he smiles

• His fear of accidentally hurting someone, or suddenly becoming a monster still holds him in its grip, making him rather scared when gently lifting them into his arms

• He goes back up to the balcony, heading for his room

• He jumps slightly as they suddenly grasp onto him

• "I promise things can get better, Moon... it will soon" "i trust you."

• Moon is shocked and emotional from their sleepily-murmured words, suddenly having the realization that- yes. He does want that to happen. He does miss being with the childern. He misses being with Sunny. He misses being happy.

• He settles down into a pile of pillows and holds YN close, protective, as they sleep.

• Moon then agrees to working with YN and they slowly start his road to recovery

• Just YN helping a very nervous Moon to get his confidence back :)

• Meanwhile though, as this progresses, whilst Sun has pretty much eradicated his issue, he gains a new one. Dealing with the daycare kids all without Moon again is really taking its toll on him again, and not only does he desperately need the help, but he also really misses Moon

• Having him so close but just out of reach was destroying him over time. He knew he needed to be patient. Every time he asked you when he could properly talk to his Moonie again, thats what you always said. That moon needed more time to get better. And he understood that, but that didnt make it any less hard

• Eventually, theyre reunited

• Just

• Omg

• Imagine how FUCKING ADORABLE THAT SCENE WOULD BE

• I WOULD CRY

• Reading or writing it, i would S O B

• They finally have eachother back to take refuge in once again, and they owe it all to YN

• Cue the 3 of yall just being really sweet and all

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starkeyletters · 1 year

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•̩̩͙⁺𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 P3

N.P.S.O.M Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, Violence, smut, mental illnesses, crime, cheating, toxic relationships, accident, injury, etc.

Wordcount - 3k+

Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader] | 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 [ 𝑎𝑢 ]

Summary - Exs. Should stay exs. But when the pair cant seem to get off eachothers minds, things happen, mistakes are made.Its not like they changed, they were New people, making the same old mistakes.

A/n - Y/n is being

You shot up, Your eyes wide as the sun shined through the familiar blinds of the room. Your mind slowing remembering piece by piece the events of last night. Rafe on the other hand, was still sleeping peacefully next to you, some of the light coming in his door that was cracked open shining over his face. Your breathing got heavier by the second, you could've sworn you were having a panic attack.

Last night was a mistake, a huge mistake. You had sex with your ex. With Rafe. It was just hitting you.

You looked down at Rafe next to you, Your hand fell to his jawline, your fingers tracing over it then down his neck. Your eyes become tear-filled. Regret Filled within you. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. All the progess you made to get over rafe flushed down the drain. Not only was it bad for you, it was worse for Rafe. The boy was already so hurt from the breakup, so damaged. God knows what this is going to do to him.

“No, no, no,” You whispered to yourself, getting out of his bed as best as you could without waking him. Picking your dress up off the floor, pulling it over your head. Your underwear nowhere to be found. You couldnt spend a moment more in that house, you had to leave. Plus your shift at the wreck was starting soon. Picking up the rest of your belongings, you tip-toed out of Rafes bedroom, closing the door behind you and taking a deep breath once you do so.

Before your food hit the first step, you hesitated. Hesitated to leave. But why? It was a mistake, right? Hearing the voice of an older man, who you frigured to be Ward, Took you out of your hesitated state, causing you to go down the steps as fast as you could and get out of that house. You were almost sure that if you hadn't heard ward, you would've been running in the opposite direction. Back into Rafes room.

You were lucky enough to make it to your shift on time. Having to run through the downpour that soaked you. Even though you used your umbrella. The hurricane on its way was no joke. Your work friend, alice, covering for you. “What were you up to last night at the party, y/n? I didn't see you.” She smirked, you knew what she was implying. Shes been at you for weeks to start seeing someone knew, the last thing she wouldve thought was that you fucked your ex.

Giving her a tight lip smile, you continued filling the beer from the tap for a customer sat at the bar, “Oh, i didn't go.” You lied. You trusted ali with your life, but you couldn't build up the courage to tell her about what happened last night. “Oh. You werent?” She began filling a glass of whiskey for a customer, “well, Sarah Stopped by,” She started, you felt your stomach drop. What did she tell her? Did she know?

“She did?” You replied, “She asked where you were. Said she was looking for where you went last night. Also said the pogues were worried, you didn't go back to the chateau or something?” You quickly nodded, Thankful this was something you could back up - and more than thankful at the fact she still had no clue you attended that party.

“Right. I better go call her, i was with them before the party, i changed my mind of going when i got home. By the way, How was the party?” You asked, hoping your body language was too suspicious. “It was good… nothing too exciting,” She slipped past you, giving both drinks to each of the customers. The wreck wasn't busy today, since your shift started, 2, maybe three, people came in for just drinks. Locals, the same ones who showed up at the same time, everyday. it was shocking, it was a warm, sunny day out. Though, You figured most people were probably at the country club.

Just then, you heard the bell above the door ring, meaning finally another customer. You stood up from leaning over the counter, grabbing a few menus, just incase, and walking towards the door. Not realizing who it was that walked in until you looked up.

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Meanwhile, not too long before.

Rafe was woken by the sound of his father in his doorway, yelling at him for The activities from last night at the party. His pillow being pushed down against his head in order to block out the noise of his annoying father shouting, until he remembered what happened, with you. He shot up in his bed, Ward shutting the door. He looked next to him to see nothing. You were gone. Why the hell did you leave?

The boy got out of bed, walking around to your side. Noticing the way you pulled the sheets up and fixed it as if he wouldn't be changing them. He also noticed, when he looked next to the bed at one of his nightstands which stood on the side you spend the night on, Your necklace. Specifically the necklace you told Rafe the meaning behind. It was the necklace you had from your mother who passed around the same time Rafes did.

The necklace had a R on it, for your moms name. But you also told rafe it meant for both his, and your mothers name. You liked to believe so. They were both such important people in your life.

Rafe, Knowing how bad it was to keep the necklace from you, took it off the nightstand and he placed it in his pocket. He knew it was wrong, but he wasn't giving it back to you. At Least not yet.

Rafe got dressed, in his striped blue polo and khaki shorts. With his jacket since the rain was coming down outside. The hurricane on its way was not shy of hiding it was coming. Not one bit. The sky was filled with dark rain cloud, and it was windier than ever.

He knew where you worked, so he knew exactly where he was headed after he dealt with whatever shit his father needed him for. And if you weren't at work, he knew to check with your father at your house. Your father was like Rafes, even after you broke up. That's why you always spend time with the pogues. SInce your father is always out golfing, or doing something with Rafe. It annoyed you, .

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Looking up, your eyes met Rafes, standing next to him was jack. It was a surprise to you, and alice, who stood at the counter, her mouth open, covered by her hand. Rafe hadnt step foot in the wreck since you broke up. Well, now, hooked up. But that's besides the point. Why was he here now? What more could he possibly want?

You swallowed, hard. But doing your best to give them a smile, “Welcome, Just the two of you?” They nodded, following behind you as you led them to a Both in the far right corner, seating them. Handing them the menus, Your hand was brushed over by Rafes, You couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

“U-uh, could i get you two started with drinks?” You pulled out your notebook, “ill take a beer, what about you Rafe?” Jack said, smirking agt Rafe from across the table. “Ill have a vodka soda,” He stated, shutting his menu. “Oh, do you think we could just order our food now too?” Jack laughed, You turned back around walking towards there table. “Sure, What would you guys like?”

“Ill get the fried eggs, with the side of bacon. Oh, And could you add your friend over theirs number?” He asked, referring to alice. You cringed, writing down his order. “She has a boyfriend. But everything else sounds good,” you finish writing his order, ready to take Rafes when jack scoffs in annoyance regarding your reply.

“I'm sorry, is there a problem? Because i'd be more than happy to show you the exit.” You smiled, crossing your arms as the boy shook his head. You, accepting his answer, turned to rafe, “I'm good with just the drink, thanks anyway, pretty girl.” Your face, turning a bright shade of pink at the nickname. You turned, “Ill be right back with your drinks.” And once again, You were stopped by a hand grabbing the wrist of your left arm, almost causing you to trip.

You turned back around, for the second time. Your lips parted as you looked down at what Rafe was holding in his other hand. Your panties, Red lace ones from the night before, to be exact. He dangled them up in the air, everyone who was looking in that direction would have seen. “Was gonna keep ‘em, Thought you might have wanted them back though.” The boy had enough courage to smile as he shoved them into your pocket. Jack, on the other hand, was almost shitting himself from laughing.

“Screw you.” You hissed, hot tears slipping down your cheeks, turning around and storming off back into the kitchen. ‘Yough already did, sweetheart.” Rafe yelled out. Alice watched the way you pushed past her, the look and tears on your face said everything she needed to know. “Motherfucker.” She whispered, watching as the two both in the booth sat laughing. Following behind you into the back where the staff kept these belongings.

“I don't know what the fuck happened out there, but you can take the rest of the day off if you need to.” alice said, walking next to where you stood. You covered your red-tear filled face with your hands, sliding down the wall as alice followed. “Sh. it's ok. Hes just an obsessive ex, hes a jerk.” You couldn't help but shake your head. It wasn't even that

She was saying that, it was the fact you lied to her. She was the person you went to. And you couldn't even tell her what happened.

“Ill call my dad-” You sobbed, taking out your phone. Alice put her hand over yours. “I already did. He's on his way.”

You bit your bottom lip, falling farther back against the locked door. “I'm sorry.” you sniffed, “I-i didn't think he'd come in here like this.” Your left hand flew to your face, wiping the tears that previously coated your face. “Its not your fault, Y/n. Exs suck. Plus, it was bound to happen at some point, he hasn't come in here since the two of you broke up.”

You shook your head, you couldn't stand yourself for lying to her. All you wanted to do was just break down and tell her every detail. “This is going to be fun to explain to my dad,” You laughed, “He treats Rafe like his son. He never believes a single thing I say about Rafe that isnt perfect..”

Alice hissed, her teeth pushing together, “I could imagine. It wasn't my dad, but my mom, she was the exact same way with one of my exs. Sometimes he still comes over,” She pushed the damp cloth under your eyes and onto your cheeks. Wiping off any evidence that these were tears, or even the fact of you were crying. “You wanna take the back door out?” She removed the cold cloth from your face and you opened your eyes. You nodded, slowly pushing yourself up from the spot on the floor.

“What are you gonna do about them?” You wiped down your skirt, picking your purse off of the floor. “Oh, don't worry. Just gonna let them sit there until they realize no one's serving them. They'll get the hint.`` You couldnt help the way you laughed at the situation that could cause someone here to lose their job, But they deserved it. Hearing a honk come from somewhere outside of the wreck, you knew it was your dad.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, running out the door, Getting to your dads truck before you became soaked from the rain. You could've sworn the rain was coordinated with your emotions. When it Rains, it pours, that's for sure.

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The Lights constantly flickered for the past few hours. Even For living on figure eight, it came as no surprise.

“Y/N. Suppers ready.” You heard your stepmom yell from the bottom of the steps . Her and your Father were cooking a huge dinner, god knows why, guessing it was for leftovers once the storm hit. Yet, you had no clue how you would heat it up. The generator wasn't going to last for however long the power cuts out for.

As you made your way down the stairs you could smell cookies being baked with the faint smell of what supper was. Sitting at the dining table your step-mother handed you a paper plate, with a slice of pizza on it from the pizza place on the boardwalk. “Didn't you guys make supper?” You questioned them, “We did. The food we made is for the storm, and so are the cookies being made. So don't touch it until then.” You rolled your eyes. Your step sister, who was a couple of years younger than you, took a seat next to you. “How much longer until this stupid storm starts, some of my friends have already lost power.” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Your step-sister Charlie, you swear, is 13 going on 30. She is a brat, spoiled at that. She is most definitely their favorite child, no matter how much they deny it. It's not like it bothers you any, you just wished you could have your father back. To the way it was before her and her mother came along. No matter how happy he is now.

The dinner table was always filled with awkward silence. Sure, there would be a few conversations between your dad and stepmom here and there, but besides that, Charlie was always on her phone, and you never had any ideas on what to say. What could you say, It was a relief to finish eating. Most days you'd even pretend you were full to just go back up to your room.

Finishing supper, you threw your plate into the garbage, heading back up to your room. You shut your bedroom door behind you, letting yourself fall onto your bed. Listening to the rain hit the window outside for a few moments before you picked up your phone. Notifications almost immediately lighting up your face from your screen.

Sarah (5:18pm)

Y/N call me

Sarah (5:18pm)

Missed call (x2)

Sarah (5:20pm)

Helloooo

Sarah (5:24pm)

Please call me its about rafe

Sarah (5:33pm)

Call me when you get this please

Sitting up from laying down, you pressed sarah's contact, calling her number. It was Fear bubbled inside your chest, imagining any possible scenario as to what this is about. Did she find out about the two of you guys hooking up? Did Something Bad happen to Rafe? Your mind wouldn't stop, biting your nails before the phone went straight to the answering machine, then again, then again. It didn't surprise you, it was almost a half hour ago that she texted you.

“Y/N.” Your stepmom cried out, opening up your bedroom door. “Get your stuff, we have to go to the hospital, your fathers already in the truck. Hurry.” You looked at her dumbfounded, Being no surprise this had something to do with Rafe seeing the texts Sarah sent you.

You grabbed your purse, along with your phone. Throwing on a sweater. You went as fast as you could down the steps and into the garage, getting in the back seat on his truck. Noone said a single thing. Except, Charlie wasn't in the vehicle with you. “What happened?” You asked, fear lacing your voice. It wasnt that you knew, but you could feel as if something happened. Something bad.

“Rafe got into an accident, sweetheart.” Your stepmom cooed. Trying to hold back the break in her voice that was clear to you. You scoffed, crossing your arms as you stared out through the window, the rain heavy, the sky dark. It didn't surprise you he would have gotten into an accident. Especially if he was on coke. The weather was in no way fit to drive in. You couldn't understand why your parents cared enough to drive in it, or why they brought you along. As sympathetic as you are, Rafe was a dick. Especially from the stunt he decided to come into the wreck and pull today.

“I wonder why.” You mumbled. “What was that y/n?” Your father croaked, threat lacing over his tone. was he seriously breaking down over this? “You guys do know we're broken up. We have been for a while.” You shook your head. Your dad couldn't drive any slower if he tried. Atleast at the hospital Sarah would be there.

“We know that, y/n. But rafe is like family to us. Whether you two are together or not. He is a great young man.” Your father yelled, you couldn't help but laugh at the way he used ‘family’. “He got into that accident because he was probably high on drugs for fucks sake! Maybe if you listened to me more and didn't treat me like a piece of glass youd know that,”

Tears slipped out of your eyes, not only from whatever was happening now, but the thought of Rafe. No matter how much you tried hiding it. You felt horrible. Horrible for everything you said and even thought. Rafe was an ex to you, in your head but for sure not in your heart. You still loved him, so much. And the fact of seeing him hurt, hurt you.

Noone said a word after your statement. Not too long after, your father pulled into the hospital parking lot. You did not want to go in there.

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delphi-dreamin · 9 months

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i wish you would write a fic where delphi and luci just have a morning of domestic fluff (and maybe some soft sex)

Ask and ye shall receive, my love! (Are you in my brain? I've got three of this exact prompt in my WIP folder at this very moment! But uh. This one is special.)

Honeymoon

Relationship: Delphi x Lucifer

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Uhhhh...cunnilingus, piv, tooth-rotting fluff (seriously I think I developed a new cavity from this)

Sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains, bathing her in a warm glow as Delphi yawns and blinks away the sleep still clouding her mind. It takes a few moments of listening to the whisper of waves and the cacophonous cries of shore birds just beyond the window before she remembers where she is and why. She looks down at her hands, a thin gold band adorning the third finger of her left, and smiles, feeling pink rising in her cheeks.

Her legs and hips ache in the best way, bringing flashes of memory bubbling to the front of her mind: Lucifer in his deep red tuxedo, waiting for her under a canopy of lights deep in the woods; Simeon binding their hands together with iridescent cord; Asmo crying as they said their vows; Lucifer teleporting them to their cabin and carrying her not only over the threshold, but straight to the bedroom.

She remembers as clear as day the reverence with which he loosened the laces of her dress, the way his breath fanned over her neck when he delicately moved her hair to undo her necklace, and the warmth that pooled in her belly when he sank to his knees before her and began trailing kisses from her ankles to her chest. It’s the same warmth that rises in her now as she recalls the adoration in his eyes when he sank into her fluttering walls for the first time as her husband.

Delphi whines as she rolls over, the sheets behind her cool to the touch. She didn’t imagine waking up the day after her wedding to an empty bed.

Just as she’s about to get up and explore the cabin, the bedroom door opens and her husband walks in carrying a tray piled with tropical fruits and smiling.

“Good morning, Mrs. Morningstar,” he purrs, setting the tray down on the bedside table and brushing a pink curls behind her ear.

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” Delphi hums, pressing her cheek into his palm. “Mrs. Morningstar.”

He sits beside her on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead. Smiling down at her, he asks, “What would you like to do today, Mrs. Morningstar?”

Delphi grins back, replying, “We have a whole month to do things. Right now, I think I want to make love to my husband.”

“Your wish is my command, my beautiful wife.”

Lucifer stands to remove his black silk robe, then moves to the foot of the bed. He lifts the blanket with a wicked grin and says before disappearing under it, “This is how I’d hoped to wake you up this morning.”

Delphi’s breath hitches as she feels him move slowly up the bed and spread her legs. He shifts her slightly and lifts her legs onto his shoulders, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing a kiss to her wet folds. She moans at the contact, arching involuntarily off the bed when she feels him part her lips and run his tongue once from her entrance to her clit. He kisses and licks at her languidly, holding her in place when she begins to squirm in an effort to gain more friction.

He continues at the same pace for what feels like hours, humming contentedly when she buries a hand in his hair and begins to tug. The extra little bit of sensation is nearly enough to send her over the edge, and she begins to whine and pant.

“I’m so close, Luci-! Please let me come,” she begs, trying again to cant her hips for more friction.

He hums again, smiling at her responding cry, then slowly slips one long finger into her, hooking it into the spongey sweet spot deep within while sucking harshly on her swollen bud. It only takes a few more strokes along that little bundle of nerves within her and she comes undone with a shout of his name, her walls clamping down on his finger as she squeezes his face between her thighs. He continues to suck and lick at her until she begins pushing him away, whining that it’s too much, that it hurts.

He relents then, moving up the bed to press his lips to hers. Delphi moans, her own release thick on her tongue as he slides his own past her lips. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, grounding herself in his steady presence. Her head is spinning and there’s an aching sense of emptiness deep within her, but he is solid and sturdy and so responsive when she wraps her legs around his waist.

Never breaking the kiss, Lucifer presses his thick tip into her entrance, slowly sinking into her warmth until he’s fully seated within her fluttering core. He swallows down her gasps and moans until he feels her head fall back into the pillows, and he grasps her hands above her head with both of his. Lucifer waits until she looks up at him with shining eyes, then slowly withdraws until only the head of his cock remains within her. He watches her with soft fascination as he pushes back in just as slowly, watching her lips part and her eyelids fall closed.

Pressed together chest-to-chest, he drops feather-light kisses on her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, as he continues rocking into her. Her moans punctuate every slow thrust of his hips, her eyelids fluttering with every nudge of his tip against her cervix.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, moving one hand to brush his fingertips along her cheek. “Look at me, my love.”

Delphi does as he requests, opening hazy violet eyes to gaze up into his. He rewards her with a gentle smile that makes her feel as if her insides are molten and every inch of her skin is on fire. She smiles back at him blearily, drunk on the feeling of him filling her completely. He caresses her cheek again, and she turns into it ever so slightly, holding his gaze through thick lashes.

“I love you,” she breathes, her voice barely higher than a whisper. It’s all she can manage, but she knows he can hear it, his heightened senses both a boon and a curse.

Delphi can feel the crest of the wave approaching with every deep stroke of his cock within her walls. Warmth flows through and over her, building until she can’t contain it any longer. She comes undone with a whimper, the waves washing over her in a warm tide. She tightens her grip on his strong hand, her other fisting in the soft sheets until she feels him twitch inside her, the pressure and warmth growing as his seed fills and spills out of her.

She holds him close, breathing in his heady scent until she feels sleep begin to clutch at the edges of her mind again.

“I love you, too, my darling,” he whispers as his night black wings unfurl and cover them both. “I will love you for the rest of my days.”

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peopleiveghosted · 10 months

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anti-hero is not "overrated" it's actually just that good, an essay of sorts

so. earlier today, i was talking to myself (as you do), and while pacing my sister's living room floor, my imaginary conversation partner had some Bad Opinions about taylor swift's "anti-hero". and i was so mad at myself for not being able to immediately put to words why this song deserves all its hype, is a lyrical masterpiece, and means a lot to me, that i immediately sat down and almost gave myself carpal tunnel while typing out this line-by-line analysis of its lyrics. nothing i say could ever be as eloquent or well-put as the lyrics themselves, but nevertheless, in case anyone needs to be validated in how much they love this song, or doesn't understand why this song is such a hit with so many people, here it is. here goes.

VERSE 1

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

bam. open with an absolute BANGER of a line. this line does one of the things that taylor does best, which is flipping a well-used and overly trite phrase on its head. how many times have i heard the phrase "older and wiser"? and how many times have people told me that those who are older don't actually have their lives together, don't actually know what they're doing any more than i do, and that they're just as lost no matter how much more "life experience" they have? this line also sets up the theme of feeling like you'll never learn, and continuing down a road to ruin because you don't know how to do anything else, which becomes very prevalent throughout the song

Midnights become my afternoons

line 2 continues along the same vein of flipping things on their head. older doesn't equal wiser, midnights are actually afternoons. the theme of the album comes in (things that keep her up at night). in plain words: she's wide awake at midnight

When my depression works the graveyard shift / All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

okay i really didn't want to say "cmon. it's self-explanatory." but CMON. IT'S SELF-EXPLANATORY. that's a fucking GENIUS LINE must i REALLY explain it? if i MUST, it's following the last line (about how she's wide awake in the middle of the night) to say that her depression is what's keeping her up, and when her depression keeps her up, the people she's "ghosted" (if you're not a native english speaker/are unfamiliar with the colloquial definition of this word, it means to avoid/ignore someone, often with no explanation. not replying to texts, ignoring them on social media, not answering their calls, blocking them, etc.) are like actual ghosts, haunting her, standing there and watching her with accusatory gazes in the middle of the night. aka she cant sleep because she's thinking about all the people she's hurt or cut off in the past.

PRE-CHORUS 1

I should not be left to my own devices / They come with prices and vices / I end up in crisis (Tale as old as time)

okay. quadruple rhyme? all right, taylor, i see you. spitting fire. continuing the story from the first verse, she's by herself (left to her own devices) and going down a late-night spiral, and when she's left to her own thoughts bad things happen. and i'd argue the second part of the line (they come with prices and vices) is ambiguous in who she hurts. the last part (I end up in crisis) implies she's the one hurting herself when she's left to her own thoughts, but "prices and vices" doesn't say who's paying the price (her or the people around her?) and when someone gives into their vices, they often hurt their loved ones too. this line is mainly about self-destructive tendencies, late-night spiraling, bad thoughts, the consequences of bad thoughts, but i'd also say that combined with the fact that it immediately follows "all of the people i've ghosted" this line is also about how she's self-aware of all the people she's hurt. and that's the source of her "crisis" (though, of course, it could be a nod to 'existential crisis' which has become a phrase that's well known amongst our generation). "Tale as old as time" --- she's not special. everyone has experienced this. but also, she's done this so many times, but she never learns (gotten older, but not wiser)

I wake up screaming from dreaming / One day, I'll watch as you're leaving / 'Cause you got tired of my scheming (For the last time)

ANOTHER QUADRUPLE RHYME. here enters the elusive "you" she's addressing. they seem to be a partner, or at least someone very close to her. the idea of taylor "scheming" or being a mastermind/manipulator is one that's existed in media and is acknowledged/addressed throughout this album, but even within the context of just this song, it nods to the fact that she likes to overthink, is anxious and overplans, stays up all night. she's obsessive, and she thinks she'll end up alone because of it (meeeeeeeeeeeeee)

CHORUS

It's me, hi / I'm the problem, it's me

memeable. catchy. a very simple line, but that's what makes it such a gut-punch. the epitome of what someone who literally can't sleep at night because of things they've done or at least think they've done says to themselves

At teatime, everybody agrees

she's imagining everyone she knows over afternoon tea talking about how she's the problem and how they hate her. i have also done this. i think most people who are anxious, especially socially anxious, have wondered if everyone actually secretly hates them, and are just too polite to say so to their face.

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

another "c'mon it's self-explanatory" line. my jaw literally dropped when i first heard this line. she'd rather blind herself, hurt herself by staring directly at the sun, than face her own reflection. she can't bear to look at herself. self-loathing at its peak

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

this can very easily be read as taylor talking to her fans: it must be so hard being my fan, when i'm the "anti-hero" aka someone who lacks all the traditionally heroic attributes. but in other words, outside the specific context of taylor and her fandom, this line can read as "i'm the opposite of everything people like or want to champion. it must be so much work, loving someone like me."

VERSE 2

Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy baby

"sexy baby" is meant to be an oxymoron here. she thinks everyone but her has found out how to be both "sexy" (mature, attractive, confident) and a "baby" (innocent, young, blameless). knowing taylor, it's likely specifically a nod to the stereotypically (but not necessarily exclusively!) female experience of having to be both sexy but not too sexy as to be a slut. you have to have it, but not flaunt it. you have to be physically mature (have that hourglass figure, tits and ass, etc., and be aware enough of it to know how to look good but not TOO good) but mentally pure (like a child, untouched by the world, not jaded, still full of wonder despite everything). i've heard people say this line makes them feel uncomfortable, because the idea of "sexy babies" is weird and off-putting to them, but that's kind of the point. it's an uncomfortable idea because it shouldn't exist and mixes two concepts (sexiness and babies) that people don't often put together, thereby showing how society puts an impossible, unnatural, and perverse double standard on people (particularly women).

And I'm a monster on the hill / Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city

she thinks she's the opposite of the idealized "sexy baby" expectation that, in this moment, she imagines everyone else has managed to achieve. she's just this big monster. "too big" to me clearly speaks to body image issues. and it might be easy to be like "it's taylor swift, what does she know about body image issues?" but that's like. kinda part of why this line hits? even taylor swift has these problems. and the image of something large and unsightly and inelegant, moving in such a way that's more like "lurching" and coming to destroy everything you love…and the fact that that's how she sees herself, at least in this moment? more self-loathing, obviously. that's the theme of the song

Pierced through the heart, but never killed

continuing the monster metaphor. she's the monster, so people attack her, and it hurts. it pierces her straight in the heart. but it never kills her. and in the movies, in this story, people always want the monster to die. the monster is the antagonist. so not only does she have to live through and suffer this pain, this pain that pierces her straight through the heart, she thinks no one wants her to live, that no one's on her side, that no one's cheering for her. she's attacked over and over, but she always gets back up, and that's a bad thing, because she's the monster. her efforts to keep going is to the detriment to everyone/everything around her, she's a blight just for existing.

PRE-CHORUS 2

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism / Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time)

triple rhyme! sorry for constantly pointing the obvious out, but it amazes me that not only does she manage to eloquently state these complex ideas in very few words, but she manages to rhyme at the same time. i'm so bad at rhyming, so this just blows my mind, even if here the last one is more of a slant rhyme. it's still close enough to work and be satisfying. the opening words are "did you hear" which again, refers to how she's imagining what everyone must be saying about her. and the covert narcissism that's actually altruism? like…i have this exact fear. "am i really altruistic/a good person? or am i only pretending to be a good person because i'm a narcissist who wants praise and attention, only doing it because it looks good to other people rather than out of any innate goodness (like a congressman just trying to win an election)?"

I wake up screaming from dreaming / One day, I'll watch as you're leaving / And life will lose all its meaning (For the last time)

she has a fear of losing that important person and having nothing left. and this time, she won't survive it. following the second verse, to me it also means that she won't get back up this time, it's the end of the line, the monster will finally be slain (and isn't that what everyone wants anyway?)

CHORUS 2 (repeat)

BRIDGE

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money She thinks I left them in the will The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out "She's laughing up at us from Hell"

okay this part actually took me quite awhile to figure out. but once i got it, it absolutely destroyed me.

i (me, the person writing this analysis) have these things i call "fear fantasies." basically, if you think of a nightmare (a bad dream you have while sleeping) and a daydream (a happy thing you imagine while ur awake), then a "fear fantasy" is a nightmare/daydream where you're awake, but your mind just spirals into this nightmare of an overly-specific, self-punishing, weirdly gleefully masochistic imagining where something terrible happens to you or someone around you. i feel like a lot of people with anxiety will know exactly what i'm talking about. but if you're lucky enough to not count as one of those people, just know this: some people spin stories of worst-case scenarios in their head that are highly specific, highly unlikely, and very terrible for no decipherable reason other than perhaps self-torture and an inexplicable craving for suffering and self-punishment. it's irrational, hard to explain, and mostly, not under our control. it just happens.

that's what she's describing here, though she does describe it as a "dream" instead of a "daydream" so it's not an exact match with my "fear fantasies". basically, she has this dream, and it's a dream where she hypothesizes about something terrible happening. it's overly-dramatized, probably unrealistic, definitely a case of catastrophizing. in fact, in the music video, she plays it for laughs, like she's making fun of her own imagination. but in actuality, when she's imagining it in the middle of the night, or dreaming, it probably feels very real.

and what is that worst-case scenario?

the worst-case scenario isn't even that her family hates her so much they kill her because all they really want is her money. it's the idea that that's all that will be left of her legacy, which she didn't even bequeath to anyone, because she lived knowing she was unloved and hated. "what if, after everything i've achieved, it all amounts to nothing because i have no one to share it with? and what if that was my fault? what if, at the end of it all, i have nothing left in me but my spite, so i die hated by everybody while hoarding my money?" it's not just "what if i had a daughter-in-law that hated me" it's "i put no one in my will out of spite, because i hated them too, i was the problem, and maybe even, i deserved to be killed for being so horrible and petty, and so, my death is not a cause for grief, and my only revenge is their outrage." it's "my existence is one that's so loveless that all i can breed is hatred, amongst those closest to me and within myself." it's "i'm so profoundly lonely, and i can't think of a reason for why i'm so alone except that something must be very wrong with me, but i don't know what it is or if it's even possible to fix it, so i'm just going to lie here and imagine what the end of such an existence would look like: ugly, nothing but petty drama, inconsequential, ultimately forgettable, and full of hate, just like the rest of me."

and then the song begins to wind down with the breakdown of "it's me, hi, i'm the problem it's me" repeated over and over until she hisses "everybody agrees, everybody agrees" just to drive home that idea of literally everyone hating her, including herself.

and finally, the chorus one more time. ending with "it must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero" aka, as i said, "it must be so hard, to love me" (which is why no one does, not even myself)

#taylor swift #swiftie #anti-hero #midnights #lyrics #lyrical analysis #song analysis #meta #clod wishes she could shut up #i might do this for my other favorite taylor song #which is my tears ricochet #i cannot decide which of these two is my favorite taylor song #maybe after i write out a complete analysis of both i'll be able to decide #or maybe not #my post #hashtag not projecting at all #clearly i am Unwell #and im not saying that's taylors fault #but she DID write the song /j

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bongo-ghoul · 9 months

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Sing to me

Swiss and phantom

This is written on whim and not betad or edited

I have no idea how many words there are

Phantom using they/them

Swiss using he/him (in this one)

Warnings, some sensory overload

Theres most definitely spelling errors and run ons

Swiss was very used to phantom coming to him when in need of a pick-me-up hug or some kind words or even just some silent company, he had come to the conclusion that its cause hes a multi ghoul and phantom is in need of quintessence used on them, and while swiss' small bit of quintessence was a bonding point it for certain was nowhere near why they went to him.

Phantom had woken up today with a dull feeling in their head, not a headache but a full and numbing sensation that resides along sound of any kind, starting off the day with simple turning on their music only to turn it off immediately because it made that strange numbness grow to swallow their hearing almost entirely.

While not a new sensation it was however new in their topside body, the way it fills their head making everything feel heavy and if not acknowledged very well could lead to an eventual headache or migraine.

Continuing on with their day they still payed that full feeling in the head no mind, just breathe, calm the heart and itll stop... right?, it being the heartbeat sound pulsing through their ears, being able to turn off the sound themself helped alleviate the curious situation temporarily but while others go about their absent mindedly noisy days the heartbeat eventually will shift from a beating pulse to a low thrumming rolling sound, their head felt heavier as it continued like its filled with sand.

With a mind repleated of sand, the singing dunes in their head were sensitive to the storm in sounds today and it was becoming overwhelming, choking them and drying their throat stopping them from crying out as the mental sand fills their vocal chords and stops any sound from adding to the world around.

when sound becomes all consuming and than disabling to the senses it will completely disorient a person or ghoul making functioning almost impossible, especially when its a normally working sense and than its use in survival is ripped away leaving a raw wound left open from where sand had turnd to glass and ripped though the signals to the vocal chords making a voice so desperate now silent so not to disturb the percussion in their ears.

The second sign was that light left a burning, dizzying, nauseating feeling in their body, the textures of things felt like they were enhanced tenfold sleep and taste were gagworthy, sickening.

Every sense lit ablaze but only one causing a full fire in sensations and it just so happens to be the sound they rely on the most, its disorienting, a bat without its echo location is nothing but an accident waiting to happen, a wrong turn, three doors on the left and two doors at the end of the hall, thankfully phantom doesn't need to follow sound or harmony to know where to find safety.

Stumbling into the rehearsal room ears coverd and eyes squinted teeth bared in a grimacing disposition, swiss drops all sound, setting his acoustic guitar down quickly almost immediately the grimace drops and their eyes open once more, hes seen this with rain and mountain before, he knows what to do.

Grabbing a spare pair of fully noise canceling eardefenders putting them over phantoms poor ears, turning on full silence mode theres nothing making its way into the auditory cortex of tommys head. Phantom crashes chest to chest into a desperate safe keeping hug with swiss, they cant hear him but swiss is speaking small nothings, the vibrations, physical sensation of a bats point of visibility, sensation of a spiders web being disturbed, silent sight.

Small tendrils of quintessence making their way from swiss' hands into and up the spinal cord and tommy can feel it, it wont work, their mind will just feast and consume it, ready to use on another, but instead they place a gentle hand on their own throat to make sure theyre actually speaking "stop"

And swiss does, all he wanted to do was fix quickly the way everyone else had asked when a full quintessence was preoccupied but he had jumped into this role without knowing what was actually needed.

Phantom places one hands carefully over swiss' larynx on the thyroid cartilage while keeping a hand on their own "speak" tommy mumbles out only to feel vibrations in return

Vibrations lighting sensation in the mind, theres something so surreal about feeling what you can see or hear, the way things move vibrate and shift, a spider aware of its web as an extention of itself through vibrations phantom aware of sound through vibrations and movement of the thyroid cartilage and the shape of swiss' lips, silent sound.

"Sing to me" it comes out as a plead but they had no idea; swiss taking a moment to process the request he smiles, taking tommys hand thats on their own neck and adjusting it so theres onto two fingers extended and moving it to lightly press to his lips.

Keeping his eyes on phantoms face swiss starts singing, nothing crazy just a calm simple song, one hes heard tommy listen to before and while they cant exactly tell what the words are the vibrations however a calm a sway through tides changing, the phases of the moon in increments and the sparks of stars in the sky, it sounded like nothing but safety when their hands played the roles of hearing in a different way.

#swiss x phantom #swiss ghoul #swiss multi ghoul #phantom ghoul #quintessence ghoul #phantom quintessence #ghost ghouls #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #bongo ghoul on a whim #bongo writes🤠

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