a/n: This is so short I’m sorry 🙈 I hope you enjoy!
You were curled up on your bed after taking the day off from school. The night before you heard your parents fighting and when you heard the front door slam you looked out the window to see your dad walking to the car with a suitcase. Your heart sunk into your chest and you didn’t sleep that night.
Your mom was a complete mess and so you stayed home with her to make sure that she would be okay. She had fallen asleep on the couch so you went to lay down in your room. You felt completely numb. You heard the door to your bedroom open and a moment later your boyfriend Two-Bit was kneeling beside you. You had called him the night before to tell him what happened and he said he would come by to see you. He reached his hand out to brush your hair back.
“Hi..” You murmured quietly and scooted over so he could lay beside you. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled you into his arms.
“I brought you some stuff. Those magazines your always reading.. And some candy. I bought the little chocolatey pretzel things you like.”
You smiled a bit and looked up at him. “Thanks..”
“How are you?” he asked and rubbed your back gently.
“Better now that you’re here..” You say as you close your eyes. Two-Bit held you close as you finally started to cry about what happened.
1. Let’s take a shower together with the lights off. Let’s leave our insecurities in the brightness.
2. I like the way you look at me when you’re laughing. I like the way you know it’s my favorite sound.
3. Let me wear your sweater. Let me sit in your bed and listen to you tell me about how you were as a kid.
4. I like the way you talk about all the people before me like they didn’t come close. I like the way you make me feel like the only one who has ever had a chance.
5. I know forever is a shot in the dark, and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but listen. I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we’d make it.
Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!
- Calling us kiddo and other cute petnames
- Diaper checks and hugs that are just sneaky diaper checks
- Talking to us in third person (“Does somebody feel little?”, “I think somebody had an accident…”)
- Playing with our plushies! Make them nuzzle and pounce us!
- Making sure we have a paci and a stuffed animal before bed and telling us our plushie will keep us safe at night.
- Noticing we dropped our paci or plushie during a nap and fixing it for us
- A well timed hug after a diaper change
- Inconspicuously making us feel little in public
- Subtle reminders of why we are diapered
- Telling us you are proud of us when we do something cute
- Butt pats
- Telling us we are too little for something
- Telling us it’s “Time to get diapered for bed” and having us bring you the diaper bag/supplies
- Kissing us goodnight
- Reading us bedtime stories
- Involving our plushies in storytime
- Helping us cuddle our plushie
- Raspberries on our tummy
- Nose boops (during changes, when you tell us we are too little)
This post got me thinking… did Prompto always have it covered? For some reason I always figured it was underneath the skin no idea why. The answer is: Yes.
I always found it strange that he had wristbands over his gloves, but I just chalked it down to typical FF design albeit modernised.
So I was talking to a friend about this and we were discussing if he had wore it as a child.
Even when he’s washing Pryna.
And going to bed.
Even before facing Noctis, he fixes his armband and squeezes to make sure nothing is shown. (At first I thought it was just a little ritual he does to boost his confidence - like when someone snaps a rubber band on their wrist as a good luck charm.)
Dear god… Poor Prompto. What was just a small thing before now makes so much sense and means so much more. Not only was he conscious about his weight but he was agonising over his past being revealed and his identity made known. Fuck.
The night before Samhain this year, I held a 12-hour candle vigil for my ancestors. Those who know me understand that I am more than capable of staying up very late, and I usually don’t make it to bed until around 3 in the morning. However, staying up ALL night without at least getting a nap in the morning is particularly difficult. So of course, aside from the candle and my Book of Shadows, my best friend was the coffee pot.
My relationship with coffee is a long and caring one. I’ve had expensive coffees and cheap coffees, and I have been known to visit coffee shops simply to sample an espresso or a cappuccino and decide whether that cafe will be a new haunt. And while I tend to be a bit of a “foodie snob” as some of my friends call me, my love of coffee overrides the derision that many other coffee lovers have for cheap coffees like Folgers. Only the watered down or burnt fast food or gas station coffees earn my scorn, as not enough love and care is put into the creation of this divine beverage.
But I digress.
The origins of coffee, I find, are rather humorous. According to legend, a goat herder in Africa had approached a shaman, concerned about the berries and beans that his goats had been eating. They would eat these berries and begin acting strangely, with bouts of energy followed by lethargy.
Upon hearing the herder’s story and looking over the berries, the shaman cast the berries into the fire, warning that the herder should keep the goats away from the berries, as evil spirits clearly inhabit the fruits and are possessing the goats. But as the beans roasted in the flames, they gave off a delightful smell, and the shaman was intrigued. He ground the beans up and created a tea from them, and thus the first cup of coffee was brewed.
Whether the account is true or not, it speaks to the magical qualities of the world’s most popular energy drink. I find that coffee is as powerful as sage, and as multipurpose as quartz in its witchy properties. But to get a good idea of what coffee is capable of, I feel it is best to break it up based on how the coffee is prepared - whether we’re talking about the drink, the grounds, or both.
Perhaps the most ubiquitous use for coffee after one has brewed a cup is for energy. Cars line up at drive-thru cafe’s all over the United States in the early mornings simply to get that caffeine high that’ll get the day started. And while this is understandable, for me the caffeine isn’t enough (I am a caffeine addict, after all… one cup of coffee isn’t going to do anything if I rely upon the caffeine alone!).
Like tea, you can empower your coffee with intent and emotion, channeling visualizations of being energized, awake, and alert into the brew before savoring its rich, bitter flavor. But being energized physically isn’t the only form of alertness that coffee can gift to the witch. I have found that empowering the coffee for psychic awareness - for opening the Third Eye - is exceptionally useful. And for someone like me who drinks coffee as a way of winding down before bed, this is particularly useful for making dreams more vivid and memorable or for helping make astral travel easier and more efficient.
But the way you brew your coffee can even impact spellwork! In some traditions, empowering iced or cold coffees can be useful for more reflective purposes, or for using a spell that can be nice and slow rather than speedy. Espresso, on the other hand, is for quick and hot spells that you need quick results for, or for enhancing concentration (imagine drinking espresso, surrounded by rosemary plants in a garden as you study! I shudder happily at the thought!).
As we begin to look toward the grounds, I feel it makes sense to look at divination before switching over to that subject. Just as tea leaves can be read, those swirls of loose coffee grounds in the bottom of the cup can be used in the same manner. I find this is especially useful if the beverage was brewed in a French press - channel some intent while pressing the coffee, and this is even more useful!
Where to begin! Coffee grounds have so many practical uses! Rather than tossing them in the trash, if some grounds are washed into a disposal and then the disposal turned on, they’ll help break up any blockages as if gently scouring the blades, and they’ll help make the drain smell a bit more pleasant than before. Composting coffee grounds is especially recommended, as the grounds quickly degrade and release nitrogen back into the soil! (Coffee - it’s what plants crave!)
If faced with too many ants in the garden, a coffee solution along with coffee grounds can be used to help lessen the critters’ interest in your fruits and vegetables (though in my experience, this is more effective when trying to keep cats from turning your flower beds into a litter box - I prefer using peppermint oil to deter ants).
All of the uses for grounds that I had mentioned above can be coupled with empowering with intent and visualization. But they aren’t the only magical uses. Using fine ground coffee in loose incense is a great way of clearing psychic blockages and increasing alertness. In addition, if making a witch or mojo bag, adding coffee beans or grounds is a great way of empowering the spell and lending it more energy, much as can be done with juniper or quartz. When feeding your bag, or when feeding your spells in general, you can provide offerings of coffee to give your magick that extra umph that it needs if you find that the spell is starting to stagnate or go stale.
While I have not been able to find any associations between coffee and any particular god or goddess in lore, this lovely beverage certainly has a lot of appeal, and you can use coffee in relation to either God or Goddess as however you feel resonates with you best. In terms of astrological association, the bean is certainly connected with Mercury and Uranus, but as I am not one for delving into making my magick overly complicated, I use coffee whenever the hell I feel like it! As I write, I’ve got a steaming cup within reach!
This is most definitely a magickal brew for the practical witch, and is low-key enough for use in the workplace or even - for those who are either not yet out of the broom closet, or who are Christian witches - in a place where magick isn’t necessarily understood, such as at a church!
So charge up that intent, cast your spell, and stir some sugar or cream into that brew as you desire, brothers and sisters! Coffee is here as further proof that the gods love us and want us to be happy!
A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)
You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.
prompt: the space in the blanket between you and boyfriend!jimin that lets the cold air in, just had a fight so he’s mad or you’re mad and one or the other are fighting the desire to snuggle up for warmth. hope i explained it well! love your work ♡
There had been lots of instances where Jimin and I had fought. Like when I replaced the sugar with salt making his coffee taste extra bitter and spoiling his already foul mood on that particular Monday morning. Or when he had replaced my shampoo for blue hair dye and I had emerged from my shower crying. Our pranks were lighthearted and we had always made up before the day ended.
However, this was new.
As we lay in bed, Jimin’s body was curled away from mine. He lay on the edge of his side of the bed stretching the blanket as far as it would allow. The space between us letting the cold air caress our bodies robbing our warmth. The purpose of the blanket was questionable as it refused to warm our hearts.
I gazed at the back of Jimin’s head and pursed my lips, trying to decipher what I had done wrong to make him behave this way. To make him curl so far away from my body as if any contact with my skin would end him.
My mind wandered to the coincidental meeting I had with Jeongguk. As far as ex-relationships go, ours was the one relationship that had ended with both of us on good terms. So when Jeongguk asked me to have a harmless cup of coffee with him, how could I refuse? As we spoke Jeongguk continued to enlighten me with details on his soon to be fiancée who he was meeting that same evening to propose.
Just as he had taken my number, to invite both Jimin and I to his wedding, Jimin had appeared. The concern was evident on his face when he saw Jeongguk and I together but he hid it quickly and brushed off any explanation I offered him saying it doesn’t bother him.
Ah, I’m so dense. Of course he’s bothered.
I let out a deep sigh and turned away from the ceiling to face Jimin again. I bit my lip and rolled towards Jimin as if I were as sleep. I wrapped my arms around Jimin’s torso, holding my body tightly against him.
“Yah~ What’re you doing?” Jimin said, attempting to push my arms away. I tightened my arms around him and sighed into his shoulder, pretending to be asleep.
“I know you’re not asleep,” Jimin said, his hands pried weakly at mine, I intertwined our fingers and smiled into his shoulder as he let out a sigh of frustration.
“I’m asleep,” I mumbled back, caressing the back of his hand with my thumb.
“No, you’re not.” Jimin said bluntly, I frowned at his tone, moving to untangle our limbs. However, he tightened his grasp on my hands, restricting my movements.
“I know you’re not asleep because whenever you sleep you not only throw your arms around me but also a leg over me, completely immobilizing me.” Jimin said, his usual playful tone slowly creeping back into his voice. I fleetingly kissed the back of his neck, causing a shiver to run through him and wrapped my leg around him.
“There,” I said, smiling against him. he abruptly let go of my wrist and turned around in my arms to face me, forcing our bodies to mesh perfectly.
“This is better,” Jimin murmured, brushing his hand across the length of my face. He ran his hand down the length of my arm and intertwined our fingers once again. As I stared at his sleep filled eyes, I bit my lip unable to hold my words in anymore.
“Jeongguk is engaged,” I blurted. Jimin looked up at me with his eyebrow raised.
“He asked for my number so that he could invite us both to his wedding.” I continued, squeezing his hand in mine. Jimin’s lips quirked into a small smile as he quietly listened to my outburst.
“I know you said that you weren’t bothered, but I know you. I’ve been with you long enough to know when something has upset you. I’m sorry I didn’t clear this up sooner.” I murmured, my eyes drifting to out intertwined hands.
“I wasn’t upset with you, I was upset with myself.” Jimin murmured, his hands playing with mine.
“I was the one that acted like it didn’t bother me in the first place when I was dying of curiosity …and jealousy.” Jimin admitted bashfully, he quietly laughed at himself and ran a hand through his tousled hair. As he moved to turn away from me, I grasped his hand once again and intertwined our fingers. I leaned forward and placed a firm kiss on his unsuspecting lips. As I moved away from him, he gazed into my eyes, searching for an explanation.
“The spaces between my fingers, in my bed, and in my heart are occupied by you, Park Jimin. I love you now and forever, don’t you ever forget it.”
But wouldn’t it be so cool if Lillian broke Lena out of jail and Lena was then all bad and evil and then when supergirl shows up she walks up to her and is like “there is still good in you!” And Lena looks at her for a moment before breaking down crying and so supergirl goes in for a hug but the moment her arms are around Lena, Lena injects this green stuff into her and supergirl colapses and Alex is like “noooo!” But Lena has already thrown supergirl into a car and driven off before anyone can do anything. And then it cuts too like, 3 hours later and kara is walking out of a bathroom in a motel room and Lena is sitting on the bed and kara is like “I know we had to make it believable but that liquid kryptonite really did a number on me” and Lena is like “I’m sorry babe but it was the only way” and then kara walks over to her and wispers “I know” and then they KISS!!!!!! and then it cuts to the superfriends at the deo and they’re all freaking out and trying to find them and when they finally do its like debs and Alex runs in on Lena and kara doing it.
It was Friday night and you were rummaging through your closet last minute packing. Your roommate Hana was laying on your bed “supposedly” helping you pack. You don’t know why you agreed to go on this stupid camping trip anyways. Namjoon had clearly been avoiding you these past two weeks. Playing it off as he was busy, but even if he is busy he would always make time for you.
“Maybe you should pack, I don’t know something a little sexy for Namjoon” Hana said getting up from her lying down position.
You groaned giving her nasty look before turning back around to continue looking through your clothes.
“Oh don’t give me that look. You’ve been so on edge lately, I know you haven’t gotten any in awhile.” She said.
Still you ignored her. Was it really that obvious that you and Namjoon haven’t had proper sex in like a whole month? You didn’t feel comfortable talking about this. To be honest you felt kind of embarrassed, but Hana had no shame. She was single and perfectly happy. Bringing different guys home every weekend. She never made excuses for her promiscuity, but you weren’t like that.
You were quite timid actually. Namjoon was your first serious boyfriend and your first at everything else. You had never had sex prior to being with Namjoon and it took you awhile into your relationship to actually go through with it. After that Namjooon couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Touching you at any chance he got. He wanted you all the time and to be fair you enjoyed the feeling of being wanted in such an intimate way. Even if it took maybe about a dozen times of doing it for you to actually orgasm.
The opposite of butterflies
is the hive, dead in your stomach.
Is having to birth the dead bees.
When sunlight comes and you
think only of what new thing will
die, today. In the thick of my legs
I pull in to find the nerves, to
shake them awake before the night
comes, before I make pretend of coming,
so the bees that still live there may be
less lonely. What piece of that
warm hum will crackle off tonight, crawl
out from where we put ourselves
to bed, once? When you do not
feel like your body is erupting from
the overwhelm of wings, you will
feel like something large and
whole died inside you. And, as if
it had tried to come out, you will find its
arms mangled too close to the surface.
You will touch its fingers to yours. You
will think maybe, like an animal,
it tried to go home to die. The inside of
bodies like me, is no home.
Can you do an imagine of joker and his little sister (the reader)?
Warning: Language and the Joker.
A/N: I didn’t know where to go with it, so I went with the flow. I think I’ll do more of Joker x Sister!Reader.
“Where is she?”
“In her room, Sir.” The henchman stuttered out, looking down as the Joker stepped foward with his cane. “She… she’s very angry, Sir.”
“Ow, is she sulking again?” The Joker chuckled and rolled his eyes, before dissmissing his henchman and making his way over to your room.
He didn’t knock before he barged in.
“[Y/N].” His voice was calm and stoic, the way he always talked with you after you had a bad fight.
“What do you want, J.?” You sat on your bed and skimmed through your favourite magazine.
“You have work to do.”
You looked up in disbelieve and anger, and narrowed your eyes. “Oh, so you came to say I should go back to work… and no apologize from your side?” You huffed as you saw no remorse in his eyes. “What a pity I’m not in the mood to do your filthy work.”
“Don’t be stubborn.” Blah blah blah blaah, you thought and giggled silently to yourself. “You had it coming.”
You stood up and made your way over to him, fixing his eyes with yours.
“Listen up, gangsta boy. I’m a grown up woman and I can do whatever I want, and if I want to do my own missions, I’ll do them.” You shoved him hard and yelled: “You had no right to kill my men!”
“They wanted to kill you after the heist.” You looked into his cold eyes and shook your head. Your brother knew damn well that you were no child anymore.
“I told you, ain’t no man can put me in a grave. And ain’t no grave can hold my fucking body down.” You sighed, tried to calm yourself down with almost no success. “Just say it. Just say that you care for your little baby sister.”
“I never said it otherwise.”
“But you never confirmed it. Maybe I should leave you, J. How often did you let me down? How often did I almost got caught by the bat because of you? Or the near-death-experiences? And now, you’re trying to keep me safe…”
“All this useless chit chat-”
“Fuck you.” You cursed and turned around, getting a huge bag from under the bed, before starting emptying your wardrobe. There was no use to reason with your brother, he always got his way and he always made you to forgive him. “I’m leaving you. And I’m taking the purple Lamborghini with me!”
“Don’t you dare!” Your brother grabbed your arm painfully. “You cannot leave me. I’m the only one you have.”
“But I’m not the only one you have!” Yelling back, you pulled your arm out of his grip. “You have Harley. Control her, I bet she likes it.”
You stormed out of the room, leaving the Joker angry and speechless.
But for something that made me feel really good to see
In watching the He Will Not Divide Us stream, yes, the man on the left kept up the chant “he will not divide us” and that was all he said, despite the taunts and the awful shit the white supremists were saying.
Eventually though, the woman joined him, telling him that she had specifically gone all the way out there because she had seen him on the stream, while laying in bed, dealing with those assholes and wanted to stand with him.
During the two hours, others joined them from off the street and chanted too in solidarity before leaving.
The third man in the third set showed up off the street, no one told him to go, he just walked up, saw what they were doing, and joined in.
Finally, a man riding a bicycle showed up with food for them because someone else watching the stream had ordered them dinner.
I just. It makes me happy to see people standing together. Despite the fact that the jackasses were doing their best trying to get a reaction out of them and being absolutely hateful, they ignored them and continued to chant for the two hours I watched. Even if it’s just a small group in the middle of the night in the cold, people are watching and I feel it does make a difference, however small.
We’ll get through this, I believe that, as long as we continue to stand together and protect one another.
Adrien was feeling particularly lonely that night. He had to attend several photo shoots earlier that day where the only human interactions he had began with “Could you-“ or “Why don’t you try-“. To make matter’s worse his father was called out of town again for some kind of design meeting. Adrien was sentenced to house arrest for the weekend until his father returned home. Adrien couldn’t stand a minute of it. As soon as it was late enough that Nathalie would no longer disturb him he crawled out the window as Chat Noir.
There was nothing in the world that made Adrien happier than leaping through the city donning the mask of Paris’ beloved superhero. Of course without an akuma to fight or Ladybug by his side his loneliness soon began to eat away at him once again and that’s when Adrien caught a familiar scent in the air. He looked to his left and found the Dupian-Cheng bakery just across the street from him. Chat smiled as he looked over at the balcony that led to his classmates room… Chat couldn’t help but notice her lights were still on. Chat wondering if maybe Marinette would be okay with Chat Noir checking up on her? After all Marinette did seem to like Chat Noir better than Adrien, maybe he could just say hello for a minute or two…
Chat Noir vaulted over to the balcony. He rapped at the trap door but there was no response. Did she fall asleep with the lights on? Chat slunk over to the window where he noticed that she wasn’t in her room at all. before Chat could stop himself he was opening the small window and crawling through. Maybe she would be back soon? Chat looked around her room wondering if he wanted to make a ridiculous pose on her chaise for when she wandered back in. Before Chat could decide on just what he wanted to do he heard the sound of a door opening. Chat turned to see Marinette walking out of the bathroom. Steam poured out of the room as Marinette padded out towel in hand. Marinette was gently drying the ends of her damp hair with the towel. The towel in her hands however was the only stitch of clothing the girl had. The towel draped in front of her body barely covering the area between her hips but left just about everything else on display. Chat’s cheeks turned a violent shade of red as he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
Marinette’s head snapped up at the sound finally realizing his presence. She shrieked jumping back and clutching the towel to her chest. Adrien suddenly felt very warm. Marinette’s body flushed red, her legs shaking beneath her, knuckles white from how tight she held the towel to her. Marinette backed up into a wall in order to hide her backside from view.
“Evening Princess,” Adrien croaked refusing to look her way.
“Chat Noir!” She shouted. “What the hell!?”
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check up on you! I swear I didn’t know you would uh-“ Chat spared a glance at Marinette before quickly looking back at the wall face hot. Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest.
“Have you ever heard of knocking!?” Marinette screeched.
“I did- you didn’t answer-“ Chat tried to explain.
“So you just thought you would let yourself in?!” Marinette hollered.
“Well I wasn’t expecting you to walk in here naked!” Chat retorted causing Marinette’s face to flush a deep shade of red.
“How- how much did you see?” She squeaked her throat feeling tight.
“Uh- nothing!” Chat lied, sweat now dotting his forehead.
“Don’t lie to me Chat Noir!” Marinette snapped.
“I-I may have seen a little…” Chat trailed off. Marinette made a strangled sound in the back of her throat.
“How much?” Marinette demanded.
“Just the um,” Chat swallowed hard,” top half,” He mumbled.
“Oh no! No! No no no, this can’t be happening!” Marinette moaned as she slid down the wall into a sitting position towel covering her knees. Chat finally looked at her cheeks still pink.
“I-I’m sorry Marinette I didn’t mean to-“ Chat began, searching for the right words to fix this although he wasn’t sure there were any that existed. Marinette buried her face into her hands.
“I know. I know Chat! It’s just embarrassing!” Marinette cried shaking her head in her hands, completely mortified.
“It’s not that embarrassing for you,” Chat muttered to himself.
“Excuse me?” Marinette’s voice rose, her head snapping up to meet his gaze.
“Hm?” Chat played dumb.
“Explain to me why you think this isn’t embarrassing for me,” Marinette snapped voice choked, tears welling in her fiery blue eyes. Chat looked at the ground unable to meet her gaze.
“Well you know.” Chat scratched the back of his neck avoiding the question. He glanced up at Marinette who was looking at him intently still waiting for her answer. Chat released a long sigh before speaking again. “You’re um, you’re very- you know what I’m trying to say right?” Adrien squeaked. Marinette gave him a bewildered look. Chat swallowed hard before continuing. “You’re uh- nice, looking I mean, uh attractive, really really attractive,” Chat whispered, face burning crimson as he stared at the floor. Chat chewed on his bottom lip waiting for a response. Now you’ve done it Adrien, on top of seeing her naked you had to go and tell her how good looking you think she it- that’s not creepy or anything, Adrien thought to himself bitterly. A squeak escaping past Marinette’s lips caused him to look back up at her. Her face was ten different variations of pink and red. Adrien worried her head might explode with all the extra blood flow to the area.
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have- I didn’t mean it like that! I just- I was trying to tell you you have nothing to be embarrassed about I just- I’m making this worse. I-I’m going to go,” Chat stammered before turning back to the window.
“Chat Noir?” Marinette croaked. Chat half turned to look at her. “Just um- just knock next time okay?” Marinette said softly. Chat nodded before leaping back out the window.
Adrien didn’t sleep well that night. It might have had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about Marinette. Literally everything about her was fresh in his mind begging for his complete attention. Why did Adrien have to be so damn creepy. Not that anything he said wasn’t true because it was and he meant every word of it. But that still didn’t make it okay to tell a naked girl, who he had seen by accident after breaking into her room, that she was attractive. And thinking about how lovely she had looked now, hours after it had happened was definitely creepy. Adrien cursed himself for his behavior before his thoughts roamed onto her last words to him. She told him to knock next time? Did she think there would be a next time? Did she want there to be a next time? Now that was a thought…. No!!! No no no! There would not be a next time where Marinette was, well, indecent. Although Adrien didn’t think there was anything indecent about how she looked she looked… radiant. No! Bad Adrien! Why was he still thinking about this? Maybe he could make it up to Marinette somehow. Maybe he would go over there again to apologize to her and this time he would KNOCK!
The thought of of officially apologizing to Marinette while she was at least dressed calmed Adrien’s racing heart down enough to allow him to sleep. He dreamed of Marinette that night with damp hair and a towel.
Heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Baekhyun and
I were under our fluffy duvet, both covered in a thin layer of sweat
after our morning round (if you know what I mean). I looked over to
him and he was looking back, a small smile on his face, if one were
to analyze it, you can sense the cocky feeling behind it.
I sat up from the bed and took a deep breath, making sure that the
covering down fall from my chest. Baekhyun was watching me with
content, one hand was rested behind his head while the other sprawled
out to where I had laid.
“I’m going to get cleaned up.” I told him, he hummed before I
removed myself from the bed and grabbing some clothes from the
drawers. I had brushed my teeth then turned on the shower. It was a
45 second wait before the water became the perfect warm temperature.
I jumped in and sighed, rinsing out my hair.
Just as I bent down to grab some shampoo, a hand placed itself on my
butt and squeezed. Soft laughter erupted from Baekhyun when I stood
up in surprise.
“Mind if I join? We can save water.” he smirked as he moved his
hands to my waist to keep me facing him. I rolled my eyes as he
pulled me closer. The water soaked his hair within seconds and they
were dripping from the locks.
“I’m afraid we’re not going to get any cleaning done if you do,
Byun Baekhyun.” I raised an eyebrow at him. He bent down towards my
ear and at the same time, both hand traveled down to grasp my butt
“I won’t mind that.” he whispered before nipping the lobe
before pulling away. I leaned up to place my lips over his and he
kissed back. During this time, I had no idea he made a move to grab
the body wash from behind me. I jumped when I felt the liquid hit my
back and he laughed again as he pulled again and turned me around.
“Shhh…” with that, he started to use the body wash as a way to
move his hands all over my body. He started to spread the soapy
liquid from my stomach and up. His delicate hands move around my
chest, rubbing the soap over them.
I mewled at the feeling of his hands caressing my boobs. He leaned in
closer to place his lips on my shoulders. I could feel my nipples
getting hard again as he kept on lathering the soap. I turned my head
for him to place his lips over mine again and this time, the kiss
wasn’t soft. It felt heated and I could feel myself getting aroused
again. I could tell he was too because his member poked at my thighs.
He turned my body around and gently pressed me against the wall, not
breaking our make-out. He used his knees to spread my legs apart so
he could stand in the middle. One hand didn’t stop fondling my
breast as the other held my thighs at his waist, his tongue invaded
my mouth and both of ours fought for dominance.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled from our kiss. I nodded
before placing my mouth over his collarbone. I gave him little kisses
that turned into biting the moment he eased his thick member inside
of me. A moan left my throat as he pulled back and slammed back in.
“Baekhyun..” his name came out as a sigh as he continued his
thrusting. By now, both his arms were holding my thighs as he pushed
himself into my and my arms were thrown over his shoulders. My head
craned back in pleasure and he took the opportunity to latch his
mouth on my neck, biting and leaving marks for me to cover up later.
I could feel his grip on me getting a bit tighter, meaning that he
was getting close. I couldn’t lie, I was getting close as well, the
feeling was there in my core. His hips were snapping quicker than
before and he was letting out deep breaths.
We could see our breaths because of the hot water that was hitting
us, making the experience somewhat hotter.
“(Y/n)…I’m going to..” he mumbled onto my shoulder. I nodded
and ran my hand through his hair, gently gripping to let him know
that I was close as well.
After a few more thrusts, he finally let go at the same time I did.
The both of us let out loud moans as our climax hit. He pulled
himself out and leaned against the wall to support himself.
“Let’s really get cleaned up now.” I breathed and he agreed,
but not after giving my butt another squeeze.
Shortest I’ve ever wrote. But I hope you liked it, anon! ♥
Gif reaction for when their SO is having trouble sleeping and what they'd do?
“I can’t sleep either.” Sun Woo will have had his days were he is awake all night and cannot fall asleep, so I’m sure he would understand how you feel. He may not be super helpful, but he’ll try his best to comfort you and cuddle you as the two of you share your bed.
“Uh, why are you still awake?” It was late at night and Soo Ho noticed you were still wide awake, and sat upright on the bed the two of you shared. Soo Ho looked confused but would end up seeing that you had bags under your eyes, and you were not getting enough sleep. Despite your protests, he would pamper you and make sure you were asleep before he went to sleep as well.
“Stop moving around… I’m trying to sleep.” This little shit would be too focused on trying to get some sleep himself that he wouldn’t really take into account that you were finding it hard to fall asleep. But I’m sure if you moved enough he would trap you in a warm embrace, in hopes that you would stop fidgeting so he could get his beauty sleep.
“Oh, darling… I can’t sleep either.” Yeo Wool wasn’t lying either. The fact you were wide awake and couldn’t sleep would make him rather upset. He would resort to caressing your face and holding you close; whispering sweet words into your ear as he hoped it would help you sleep.
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“What do you want me to do about it?” He’d seen you groaning next to him, the murmured words of irritation escaping your mouth as you tried to fall asleep next to your lover. He would send you an annoyed glance, as he wanted to sleep as well, but your murmuring, whiny butt was not letting him sleep. He would resort to holding you, essentially spooning you, in hopes of that the body contact would ease you into sleep.
“Sometimes the lack of sleep cannot be helped…” He would smile down at your irritated figure. He knew you were trying very hard to sleep, but you simply couldn’t - your body wouldn’t let you. Whether it would help or not, Ban Ryu would make sure to hold you close and run his hand through your hair. He wouldn’t fall asleep until you did.