I love your blog so far like so fucking much. Can you do their reaction to their S/O having a wet dream and cumming in her sleep?
Hey lovely! Thank you so much for your support, and an amazing scenario! I hope you enjoy your request :) <3
Daddy had a filthy smirk on his
face this morning, filthier than usual – and that was really saying something. Before you could even yawn, Namjoon pulled
you in and spooned you. “Did you have a naughty sleep, princess? Its ok, it
happens to us all, but fuck, it turned me on so bad” Namjoon whispered in your
ear. “Now why don’t you let Daddy make it all better, hmm?” With that, Daddy
entered you from behind, and literally made your wildest dreams come to true as
he filled you up with his rigid cock. Why couldn’t
every morning be like this?!
You woke up alone, this was
strange. Where was he? Daddy usually
woke you to tell you he was going to make your breakfast, but he was nowhere to
be seen. Ah, well I’m sure he’ll be back
with food soon. Not completely remembering your dream last night, Seokjin
came back to bed with a smirk on his face and a vibrator in his hand. You were
confused, but it all came back to you as soon as Daddy spread your legs,
vividly reminding his baby girl just exactly what she wished for last night in
her dreams. “I should listen to you sleep talk more often, princess – that’s
one filthy mind you’ve got…” Daddy kept your legs spread all morning, and didn’t
take his eyes off you as he practiced his vibrator techniques on his baby girl’s
soaking wet pussy.
You loved waking up with Daddy,
especially after such a good night’s sleep. Why
did you feel so good? You must have really needed that sleep. You turned to
face Daddy, and he pulled you closer than ever before. “I remember what you said
last night, baby girl – and I’ve had a rock hard dick all night… I’d love to
start training you up for anal sex” Taehyung groaned. It all came back, your
dream was unbelievable – Daddy lay you on your back and teased your tight
little hole with his cock. With the both of you covered in silky lube, you
began getting wet all over again just thinking about the dream. It’s a good
thing Daddy was there to help his baby girl act out all those orgasm worthy subconscious
wishes all day long.
You’d had wet
dreams before, but something about this one felt different. Really different. In
a good way, a really fucking good way. As
your heart raced, and you moaned away, you slowly woke up to find Daddy sucking
away at your rock hard clit. “Oh, good morning baby” muffled Jimin as he held
your thighs in a firm grip, “I’m just doing what you asked me to do… you want
to cum in Daddy’s mouth, right?” It wasn’t long until you got your wish, and
with that – Daddy’s giant cock made its way to your dripping entrance, ensuring
you came another three times. Exasperated, you screamed out his name - and
allowed yourself to lean back and enjoy Jimin’s special wake up call.
Your sleep had been disturbed,
but you being as stubborn as you are tried your hardest to get back to your
wonderful dream about Daddy. You heard Hoseok whisper right into your ear, “Princess,
the longer you struggle to get back to sleep, the chances of me fulfilling your
dream of filling you up with my precious cum is gonna lower…” And with that,
you’re heart raced and your eyes were wide open. Did he hear me? Fuck, I’m dripping wet, but I want him so much right
now. Without a second thought, you opened your legs for Daddy’s pulsing
cock, and let him fuck you like never before.
“Oh Y/N, I just fucking love our special sleepovers” Hoseok groaned, and he
finally filled you up to the brim with his hot sticky load. So, thanks to your
late night requests, your dream was fulfilled, and Daddy’s balls were drained empty…
You had to rush to class, but
Daddy was still asleep as you left his place. It wasn’t like him to not see you
off in the morning without at least one orgasm – but he was tired. Or so you thought. After second period,
Yoongi sent you a video. It was grainy, but you heard yourself begging for
Daddy’s cock, and saw an outline of Daddy rubbing his cock over you as you
slept and moaned. “Is that what you still want, you filthy girl? You want Daddy’s
cock?” Yoongi texted. “You looked too peaceful to disrupt, so Daddy had to take
care of himself. Now I suggest my naughty girl misses her next class so we can
work through all of those filthy demands you were so vocal about last night together…”
Startled, you woke up in the middle
of the night, and you could feel Daddy’s eyes on you. What time was it? What the hell woke me? Why the fuck are my panties
soaked right through?! “You’ve been doing that for weeks, you naughty girl –
I was waiting to see how loud those gorgeous moans would have to be to wake
yourself up!” Jungkook smirked. It was the middle of the night, and Daddy
wasted no time in forcefully pushing two of his fingers right inside of you. “So
princess, tell me again what Daddy can do for you… I’ve lost track of all your
moans and demands, but why don’t we start with me pounding you with these
fingers to stimulate your memory?”
hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…
and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…
and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah
and for the first time, what’s past is past..
this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…
call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…
and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…
this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…
you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…
two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…
we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…
distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…
but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…
my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..
time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…
and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…
will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..
remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…
you were all i wanted, but not like this….
you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..
remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….
your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…
now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…
i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…
Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account. Obi-Wan: I see. So I would get a cut of this money, then, for helping you? Is that right? Unknown: Yes of course! I am a trustworthy person and you can put your faith in me, my friend. Obi-Wan: Let me guess: I need to wire you credits first, right? In order for me to collect on this vast fortune you are offering? Unknown: We must truly be meant to work together on this venture, for that is precisely what I was just about to inform you of! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste! Obi-Wan: Oh my God. Hondo, is that you? Unknown: You are familiar with this associate of mine? How is that? Obi-Wan: Hondo, it’s me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. [pause] Hondo: General KENOBI!!!! !!!!!! How about that! How are you, my good friend? It has been so long! I presumed you were dead what with the Empire and the killing and all. Obi-Wan: Yes, well, I am alive. And I’m not about to wire you money for whatever scheme this is. Hondo: I’m wounded that you think I was attempting to run some sort of scam on my old friend General Kenobi! Obi-Wan: Well the fact that you identified yourself as some sort of crown prince at the beginning sort of gave it away. Obi-Wan: Someone would have to be spectacularly gullible to fall for something like this, Hondo. Hondo: All right, all right! Perhaps you have a point. Obi-Wan: Actually come to think of it, why don’t you try this number instead? You might have more luck. [sends him Vader’s cell number]
Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account.
Vader: whoa sure im totally in !!!! Unknown: Wonderful! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA, before we can proceed. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Vader: ok cool Vader: lol its weird i actually used to know a guy named h. ohnaka but he was a pirate so obvs not ur friend Unknown: Ah, yes, a coincidence indeed! Vader: im on my way to the bank right now
You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.
Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your
heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam,
exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at
the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally.
You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each
one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to
unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.
You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could
really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day
and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with
everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced
yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The
library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to
shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making
sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time
was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You
know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those
puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were
He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the
same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around
though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half
weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better
word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes
it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching
you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop
and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.
He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him
last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and
see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.
Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕
thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!! sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below
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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.
An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond. “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut. Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking. “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom? I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”
With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head. He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out. As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.
“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly. Viktor’s heart ached.
“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way. The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.
“Why are you sorry?” Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.
“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite. “Did I wake you up?”
“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured. Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning. The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door. “Viktor, can you let me in? You sound miserable.”
“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument. Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.
“Vitya. Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.
“I-“ Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri. He really, truly did. Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well. He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone. “I’ll be fine. Go back to bed, Yuuri.”
When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed. And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet. He wanted Yuuri to stay. Stay close to me, he thought. It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.
The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head. His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.
He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.
Yuuri was at the door again. Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass. The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.
“Viktor, I’m sorry to do this but I’m coming in.”
The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill. Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all. He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.
“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!” Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.
“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man. Viktor flinched.
“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.” His throat was tight. Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.
“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object. “Now. Let me help you.”
Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”
Yuuri shook his head. “I made you something - some tea.”
“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”
“That’s-” Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice. “That’s kind of the point, love. It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.” He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly. Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets. He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way. Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach. Still, he hesitated.
“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.
Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.
“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.” Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke. Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear? “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly. He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched. “Vitya, I love you. I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”
As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again. He really couldn’t stop. Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe. “Yuuri-“ He gasped. “Please-“
Yuuri looked conflicted. “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”
Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face. Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.
“Shout if you need me, love.”
Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left. A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.
The effect was immediate.
Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream. He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.
“Yuuri.” It was hardly a shout. More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name. But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.
He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench. Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.
“Vitya.” Yuuri’s voice grounded him. Yuuri’s hands grounded him. Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name. “Vitya, don’t cry.”
Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop. When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.
“Don’t leave me,” he cried. “Don’t leave.”
“Oh,” Yuuri breathed. “Sweetie, no. I couldn’t- I wouldn’t! I would never leave you.”
Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.
“Vitya, I love you. No matter what.”
Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.
“Even if,” he coughed wetly. “I’m sick and gross and weak?” Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.
“Sick, yes. Gross and weak?” Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple. “Never, Vitya, never. And even then-“
He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.
“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.” Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him. “Not when I’m in love.”
Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses. Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.
“Stay with me?”
Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.
I’ve been on Tumblr for two years now. Yes, a shock and a shame since this place is clearly a mess. But I think is a great place to keep track of my artwork and other shenanigans. In case you’re curious about my first year of digital art >> here's the post << I did for it.
Now did I make progress this past 12 months? I’m gonna say yes. My first art piece I posted was this piece showing me and my new(at the time) friend Cabbage which I posted on May 4, 2016.
I mean its, not a terrible artpiece all things considered but there are a lot of elements in it that make me cringe now.(I still LOVE wHy I made it THO)
Now on to the ones I am proud of and worked hard on:
May 25 (spent two days on this one)
June 24(I spent nearly an entire week to get this one right)
November 8 (my first post to hit 1000 notes)
February 11(my first comic not very good flow but ehhh)
March 8(my first post to hit 2000 also I love my Altean Lance au)
April 23 (My most recent piece, took me about 3-4 hours)
Yep, I’d say I’ve made a bit of progress. Thanks to everyone who has appreciated and supported me and my work. It’s been a long ride this past year but I hope the next year challenges me even more.
I was trying to understand sasuke character better and since he end up with sakura I was trying to find the link between them and end up discovering that it's naruto that he loves when I was rewatching the fight there is something about when he said "now I can finally be alone" there was so much emotion in his voice and to know that there will only be eternal loneliness for him how can I put him with anyone else? Sasuke was the one who made me ship them romantically before it was just a brotp
That line just solidified it for me, without a doubt. That line renders all arguments in favor of SS null and void. If Sakura was above or even on Naruto’s level of importance, getting rid of her would have been a priority. Tobirama said that the Uchiha clan had an even more powerful love than the Senju. He HAD to get rid of Naruto because his love for him was so strong. He had cut off Sakura, I think he had done that when he first left the village. Like you said, it’s actually the things SASUKE said that show just how legit SNS is.
It is literally spelled out. Doesn’t get more straightforward than that.
Ok so I didn’t initially want to get too deep into the hate surrounding bughead as a canon ship, but seeing the number of hate comments on the cast’s tweets (particularly Lili, since she’s the one who has tweeted about the deleted bughead scenes the most) has honestly made it hard to stay out of. I understand not backing a particular ship because you just don’t see the two people connecting, or because you ship one of them with a different person. That’s all fine and good. But to go after and verbally attack the writers and cast of the show because you don’t agree with how the story is being written is unacceptable.
I know a lot of people are mad because bughead as a ship doesn’t fit with the comics, which I can certainly see if you’re comparing the show to a few specific storylines in the comics, but it definitely doesn’t apply to all of them. The Archie comics have been around for a very long time, and in that time there have been a countless number of tellings of the lives of the characters. Granted, most (if not all) of these feature Jughead as either romantically/sexually uninterested in anybody, or as strictly asexual/aromantic, which makes the argument that he shouldn’t be in a relationship a little more valid. However, that’s not to say a more romantically interested Jughead character is completely off the table, as there are endless possibilities for the story of the Archie comics characters.
The idea of endless possibilities brings me to beronica. Obviously there were a huge amount of people who went crazy for the beronica kiss in the first episode. Who wouldn’t? The idea of two strong female characters being in a relationship is more than appealing, and I would honestly like to see their relationship develop more throughout the series (maybe not romantically, but I like the idea of them as a sort of power duo). With that kiss came a lot of expectations as to where their relationship would go, and thus bringing about beronica shippers. But, when bughead was made canon in episode 6, beronica shippers, for lack of a better term, went crazy.
This brings me to my main point. Now, like I said before, it’s perfectly fine to be dissatisfied with a couple in the show because it’s not allowing for your personal ship to happen. But, as I also mentioned, attacking the actors and writers of the show for making it impossible for your ship to exist at the moment is unacceptable. No amount of hate comments or protests is going to get the writers to change anything, so you might as well just let the show run its course, and if your ship ends up working out, that’s great! But don’t spend your time angrily tweeting at the cast and writers just because you’re unhappy with how they chose to write the show.
Lastly, and I’m surprised this isn’t more obvious, it’s a TV show. It is a fictional story comprised of made up characters and a screenwriter-developed plot. Of course it means a lot to all of us who watch it, but there comes a point where you need to separate reality from fiction. The actors on the show are real people. Lili, Cole, Camila, KJ, Madelaine, Casey, Roberto and all of the other wonderful people who make this show what it is are just that: people. So stop treating them like robots who will respond to your every demand, and stop saying so many hurtful things to them. Whether or not you think they do, they see the awful things you say to them on Twitter and everywhere else. And I bet you anything that those things hurt.
TL;DR: y'all gotta just suck it up, stop being assholes and let the show run its course
I swear I get the inspiration to write for Peter at the most random moments. Why do I love this dude so much w h y
warnings: none; although lets be real Peter would do something like this bc he’s such a nerd (/ω＼)
**i apologize for any errors, since I wrote this all on my phone. I’ll fix any mistakes later once I post this**
**dont plagiarize/repost this story lmao it’s not all that great anyways
It was late at night, and you had just completed your evening classes when you began your trek back to your dorm. Feeling too tired to eat anything, you figured you could just treat yourself to a hearty breakfast in the morning.
All you wanted to do was sleep now.
While you were walking, you didn’t think your left ring finger would get caught in a spider’s web, momentarily catching you off guard. You groan and try to free your finger, only to fail miserably. You couldn’t deny the resistance you felt when you tried to pull your finger out of the white material, “What on earth, how??”
Looking down at your left hand, you watch as the durable webbing remained stuck against the back of your finger, already knowing who it was that caught you. With a sigh, you follow the long trail of synthetic webbing and look up to see Peter Parker, your boyfriend of 5 years, settled on top of a tree.
He whistles, tugging at the webbing that connected your ring finger to the webshooter on his wrist, “Would you look at that, the white string of fate has brought us together. We’re soulmates, [Name].”
You smile at your boyfriend’s antics, lovingly caressing at the makeshift string before responding, “You goof, it’s called the red string of fate, not white.”
Peter rolls his eyes and shrugs, “Eh, same difference.” Peter drops down in front of you, jostling the web that still remained on your ring finger. “Regardless, the fact that we’re connected by this string of fate means that we belong together.”
“Peter, you’re so silly.” You ruffle his messy locks of hair with a look of complete adoration in your eyes, “I don’t need a silly string of fate to know that I’m yours. I’m yours because I love you.”
Peter sighs, and you notice the blush that paints his cheeks when he tears his thin web off of your finger, “Then I guess I’ll just need to put something else on your finger that shows that you belong to me.”
You open your mouth, about to question him when you saw Peter get down on one knee. All of the words you wanted to say dies against your throat as a gasp escaped from your lips when Peter tells you, “[Full Name], you are the kindest and most beautiful woman I had ever met. My life with you in it has been made so much better, and I feel like I can do anything as long as you are here beside me.”
You watch with happy tears welling within your eyes when Peter pulls out a black velvet box, showing you the simple yet elegant diamond ring settled within it, “I want to love and protect you for the rest of my life, so [Name], will you marry me?”
“Oh, God- Peter! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, you lovable nerd!” Your boyfriend (now fiancé) stands up, taking the ring out of the confines of its box before sliding it on your ring finger.
It was the perfect fit.
“Thank you so much, [Name]. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” Peter places a gentle kiss against the finger that wore his ring, making your heart swell with even more love for the man standing in front of you.
You laugh as the tears streamed from your eyes, hanging on to Peter when he suddenly picked you up to twirl you around. After a few cycles, Peter stops spinning you around and keeps holding you in his arms bridal style. You felt the droplet of your tears land against his sweater before resting your head against his forehead, absolutely adoring the gentle shade of his brown eyes, “And you have made me the happiest girl in the world.”
Peter kisses the tip of your nose before murmuring the words that made you tremble with immense joy. “Let’s get you home, Mrs. Parker.”
Where did you get that shirt that your flower boy is wearing? It's adorable! Hope you're feeling better, he sure is because of you today! 🌸
it’s self-made, just like the entire boy :> he was started before fangamer released their official sans plush, but i honestly kind of like him better anyway - my soft boy has swingy legs so he’s not limited to a sitting position, and he has removable clothing so i can dress him up (once we actually manage to make him some new clothes - all he has for now aside from his usual getup are pyjama bottoms). obviously he’s not as professionally made as the fangamer one - his facial features are just made out of felt - but he’s mine and he’s super squishy and huggable and kissable and i love him.
Harry and Draco were still standing in the kitchen, one of Harry’s hands entwined in Draco’s blond, gorgeous hair. The sheer perfection hair could reach was astounding to the man who’d never even tried to comb the mess on his own head, let alone model it.
“I ruined your batter.”
“And my coiffure, I might add.” The slightly snarky tone was not missed on Harry’s side, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. What the hell am I doing? You can’t barely talk to your nemesis for months and then fall into his arms, crying over childhood trauma. Get it together Potter.
“Sorry, Malfoy, I wasn’t…” Harry tried to pull away. Surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him not just for back-rubbing this time, but in full on chest squeezing hug mode. No way in hell was he getting out of this.
“Oh, shut up, Potter. I bloody well don’t have anything better to do in this hell hole then study, bake, do my hair and as of now hug you.” This statement in combination with the actions of its speaker took Harry completely by surprise, just as the sudden wave of emotions had only minutes before. He did not believe the Malfoy he knew from Hogwarts would ever hug him, or anyone else for that matter. It made him a bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to handle him now. Heck, I don’t even know how to handle myself, why would I know how to handle Malfoy?
Said Malfoy was not entirely sure how to handle himself either. He lived on his own in a tiny flat with only piles and piles of books he nicked from the manor as company. Both Pansy and Blaise had left for Italy to escape the judgemental stares but getting a visa was impossible for an ex-death eater. Sure, they wrote often enough, but it had been weeks since Draco had any physical contact besides brushing past people on his way to the Scamander Institute. A place he hadn’t been to for almost two months now because the practical part of his potions degree was done. When he came to think of it, with the other inhabitant of the building doing the shopping, he hadn’t even left his flat for over seven weeks now.
Suddenly Harry blurted out. “Frederick the second.”
“What?” It was the most random thing Draco had ever heard, and he was slightly offended Potter seemed to think it was okay to disturb this moment of peace and tranquillity with random terms.
“Frederick the second discovered baby’s die if they don’t get physical attention.”
Draco was now definitely offended. “Are you calling me a baby? Because if you are,” and now it was Draco who tried to free himself from the other man, “I don’t appreciate…”
“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant.” Harry was now flustered more of embarrassment that tears. “I was trying to explain to myself why you would hug me.” His voice was reduced to a whisper again. “I think he might need it”
Harry had said that last bit more to himself than to the other man, his forehead leaning heavily on Draco’s shoulder. The kitchen floor had no eyes to judge him and he didn’t think he could handle judgement at the moment. “It was the first time I realised my aunt and uncle were not treating me like they should. When my teacher from primary school told me about this experiment where they tried to bring up baby’s without the slightest bit of affection. They all died of neglect.” A deep, sad sigh escaped Harry’s throat. “I would hate to see you die of neglect, Malfoy.”
Draco froze. Was Harry trying to save him?Again? By hugging him?
He didn’t need saving, he… Thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. Self centered narcissist. Harry literally just told you he grew up ‘without the slightest bit of affection’.
“That’s pretty fucked up Harry.” His first name slipped out before Draco noticed, and now there was no way back. Harry flinched. He went a bit limp, it seemed. The man had always had a strong reaction to his first name.
“I think you could say that…” Somehow Harry still managed to smile into Draco’s shirt, a place he was still pushed against because Draco was now more holding than hugging him. The bizarreness of the situation only doomed on the man now.
“I guess you really needed to get that of your chest if it’s me you’re telling these things to now.”
The dark haired man nuzzled his neck, his weight slowly shifting from Draco to his own feet. “I can never tell Ron and Hermione. They’re so happy together, I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits. I don’t want them to treat me like a beaten up puppy again. I hate that.”
Draco snorted. What a different world this golden boy lived in, afraid he would worry his friends, afraid they would care too much. “If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t planning on treating you like a puppy any time soon. Beaten up or not. I’m not a great fan of dogs.”
“Are you saying that you are a great fan of me?” Potter looked up from Draco’s shirt, eyes red from crying yet somehow already showing a spark of joy. A small, cheeky smile on his lips.
“Oh, shut up Potter.” To his embarrassment Draco felt heat rise up to his cheeks. This is not how he’d expected his afternoon to go. A true smile now showed on Harry’s face, and he hugged Draco back again. Much less an act of despair, now more an act of… An act of…
“You’re a surprisingly good hugger Malfoy.”
Draco had very much enjoyed the happiness on Harry’s face before. He had no objections to seeing it again.
“You’ll find I’m a quite adequate kisser too.”
Aaargh! So, this took me way too long but I hope it was worth the wait. Btw
is a fancy word for hairdo, but Draco is fancy and french-ish so this seemed more fitting. Thank you for all your kind words!
(Also the experiment mentioned was an actual thing the emperor of the holy roman empire did it in the middle ages, this guy)
((Obi/Mace)) au Qui-Gon was at best neglectful and at worst abusive to Obi-Wan. As such they never had a master/Padawan bond and now Obi-Wan has no idea how to form one with anakin. Mace comes in to help and finds himself falling for the red headed imp.
His hands on Anakin’s shoulders, Obi-Wan guided the blond through
the halls, gently squeezing him on them to offer his support to the
wary child in his grasp. Each time Anakin glanced up at him, he gave
a small smile of comfort to assure him that everything would be
“Do we really have to go see him?” Anakin whispered.
“I’m sorry Anakin but yes. I don’t…know how to make a bond
that would hold properly and he’s willing to teach me how.”
Obi-Wan offered softly as they stopped outside the quarters of a
Anakin squirmed a bit then nodded as Obi-Wan lifted one hand of the
shoulder and knocked gently on the door, waiting for it to open. “Its
going to be fine Anakin. I promise.”
The ten year old gave him a doubtful look but didn’t say anything
as the door swished open.
“Knight Kenobi, Padawan Skywalker, welcome.” Mace Windu looked
between them and let them into his quarters. “Please, take a seat.
We best get comfortable. Do either of you want tea?”
“Tea would be appreciated. Anakin prefers juice if possible Master
Windu.” Obi-Wan offered respectfully as he pulled Anakin in after
“I have that too.” Mace moved towards the kitchen. “Would
jorgan juice be fine Padawan Skywalker?” He asked while finding
cups and glasses to get it all ready, and after a glance at the two,
filled a plate with biscuits.
“Jorgan juice is fine Master Windu.” Anakin offered sullenly but
respectfully, taking a page out of Obi-Wan’s behavior as he was
guided to the couch and made to sit down.
Mace joined them after a few moments, two cups of steaming tea, a
glass of juice, a plate of biscuits and napkins for them.
Quietly he observed the two as both accepted their drinks and he took
Kenobi was in the stage of his hair looking like a birds nest,
neither long nor short with a bit of scruff developing. Obviously now
that he was a knight he wanted to grow it all out and Mace was almost
curious how it would all look in the end, but that was not the
purpose of this meeting.
No, the purpose was to teach Obi-Wan how to develop a proper
Force, that Qui-Gon never did was disturbing to realize, it made
several Council member review their takes the order and a few
padawan-master parings they had thought were secure.
“Now, an apprentice bond is a delicate thing.” Mace settled back
to explain, holding his tea in hands.
“I’m still amazed Qui-Gon didn’t form a bond with you.”
Obi-Wan shrugged a bit, keeping his arm around Anakin’s sleeping
form. “He was a broken man from the start when I meet him. He got
better with the years but…” He looked away for a few moments
before looking back. “Its nothing. Its over now.”
“No, please, tell me what the Council didn’t see.” Mace leaned
forward. “If not for our own sake to get it of your heart, then to
help us see if there are other apprentices suffering.”
That got Obi-Wan to hesitate before he sighed and nodded. “Qui-Gon
was not abusive but…he could be neglectful. I remember being hungry
quite a few times and him forgetting that I was a growing boy. Or
being left behind because he went and followed the ‘will of the
Force’ as he said.” He sighed a bit, glancing down at Anakin and
petting the feathery blond hair.
Mace tilted his head and frowned a bit before sighing. “I know you
say it wasn’t abuse but…the council would see it as such. Had
Qui-Gon been alive, he wouldn’t have been allowed anymore
apprentices until he had proven he could bond with them.”
“He could bond. Just not with…humans I guess. We were always
picking up some kind of life form that needed help somewhere.”
Obi-Wan glanced at the other and gave a wry smile. “He just
couldn’t bond with me.”
‘Qui-Gon, you damn fool, what have you done to this young man?’
Mace tried a small smile back at him. “Knight Kenobi…if you ever
need someone to talk to…my door is always open for you.”
The copper haired knight blinked at him before smiling shyly at him.
“Thank you Master Windu, I’d like that…”
“Ah Knight Kenobi, I had this tea blend but I don’t think its
quite for me. I seem to remember Qui-Gon mentioning you liking it?”
“Oh, thank you. Yes, perhaps you’d like to try it with me, its
all in the way you steep it.”
“Indeed? Well lead the way then.”
“Master Windu! Thank you for allocating those funds my way, they
made it much easier to get Anakin a lifedays present.”
“Think nothing of it, it was backpay owed to you as it was…and
please, call me Mace.”
“Master Mace then, but only if you call me Obi-Wan in return.”
“Agreeable Knight Obi-Wan.”
“Knight Obi-Wan, I was wondering if you’d be…willing to go to a
concert with me. A friend of mine in the Senate sent me two tickets
but Depa is off planet at the moment and I usually go with her when I
have musical tickets. We have the same ear for music you see. That is
to say, enjoy it but being unable to sing at all.”
“Concert? What kind?”
“Valerns from Uma.”
“You have tickets to THAT? I’d love to!”
“Then its settled, at seven then.”
Anakin peeked from his bedroom door in surprise, staring at the sight
of Mace Windu of all people carefully pressing a kiss to his master’s
cheek at the door, dark hands gently stroking back Obi-Wan’s
longish hair and caressing down his furry cheek.
Obi-Wan flustered under the touch but reached up and stood on his
toes to press a soft kiss to the others lips, hands on Mace shoulders
for additional support.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Mace murmured after the soft kiss.
“Yes. Of course. Perhaps we could…take a walk?”
“In full view of everyone?” Mace chuckled quietly.
“I-If you don’t mind being seen with me.” Obi-Wan dropped down
on his heels again and drew away only for the Korun to wrap his arms
around the others waist and pull him back.
“No, I don’t mind being seen with you Obi-Wan.” He smiled down
The younger man was coloring sharply but Anakin could see him smile
back, eyes full of hope. “Then…tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Mace nodded and pressed another kiss to the copper
haired Jedi’s lips before finally stepping back.
Obi-Wan stood at the door after it shut, touching his lips with a
funny little smile on his lips, looking utterly besotted as he did.