you know when you watch stuff while stroking your screen and whispering 'beautiful' to yourself

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
WC: 2223


It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

Prompto’s eyes went wide.

“Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

“It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

“Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

“Hmm, maybe I will.”

“You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

“Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

“I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

“I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

He loved her so much.

Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

“What was that for?”

By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

“I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

“Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

She is so beautiful

He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

“A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

“[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

“I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

To hell with the guys!

He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

“Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

“Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

“S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

“Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

“[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

“I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

“I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

“I really want you [Name].”

“I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

“Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

God he just loved her.

“Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

“Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

“Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

“I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

“You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

“I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

“M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too Prompto.”

Preference #33 - Waking Up From A Nightmare

I have only this preference and then one more before I write preference no. 35 which is a surprise one which is potentially done in a few parts so I really wanted to try and get these two out. I apologise if they are shorter than a lot of my other works, but I think a lot of you will be excited for preference no. 35. It’s going to start a new sort of section/genre of writing for me so I apologise if it’s a bit off from my usually stuff. I’ve been requested to do similar stuff for a while now but I just haven’t had the courage too. Anyway, I’ll talk more about that when we get to it (I’ll be announcing/writing the preference/first part hopefully real soon). –Renae xx

Riker: Riker; your boyfriend had just got back from tour tonight and for the past six months he has spoken to you about the fact that he’s been having a lot of trouble sleeping. He initially thought it was because he was far from you at first, but then he started to have nightmares. Every night they got worse and worse for him, and when it came to the end of the tour he was afraid to fall asleep. When he got back from tour later in the evening he was completely drained. You could tell not only by the way he looked, but by the way he talked and acted. You didn’t care about catching up with Riker – that could wait – you wanted him to sleep. You helped him to bed but he insisted that you’d stay with him, so you did. While he was sleeping you unpacked all of his clothes and put the dirty ones in the wash so that he didn’t have to worry about it when he woke up. Although, when he did wake up he was full of worry anyway. You were lying next to him reading a book when he woke up. He was sweating and mumbling with his face plastered into a frown. He opened his eyes panting heavily and groaned. You put your book down and rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him down.
“Again…? Really?” He just nodded in response. You didn’t want to ask what the nightmares were about because you knew it was definitely a touchy subject for him. He just curled up into your side, closed his eyes again and whispered softly into your chest, “Don’t ever leave me…” “I won’t” you promised him.

Ratliff: You’ve always been a fairly light sleeper all throughout your life and so it never helps when there is a huge rainstorm. It’s not that you’re afraid of the thunder or anything like that; it was just that you couldn’t sleep due to the noise of the rain thundering down onto the roof. One thing that always helps you fall asleep is lying next to Ellington and having him run his fingers through your soft and beautiful hair. You could sleep for hours with nothing waking you up. It was perfect. As soon as Ratliff heard some thunder at night he came rushing to your house and into your bed in the perfect cuddle position to stroke your hair and help you fall asleep. It didn’t take you long however, this time, it didn’t take you long to wake up. You had a nightmare. It was as simple as your family not liking Ratliff but it truly affected you.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ratliff asked with a worried expression on his face.
“Yeah..I just had a nightmare..that’s all.” You responded, your voice a little shaky from the fright you saw unconsciously. Ratliff instantly pulled you in for a tight hug and whispers in your ear. “’s okay, I’m here..” He could tell that you weren’t okay and he didn’t even have to ask what was wrong, he was always there for you no matter what.

Rocky: “Are you sure you’re not scared?” Rocky laughed as he turned to see you curled up on the other end of the couch. You just got done watching a horror movie because being best friends with Rocky meant that every movie night was a fright night.
“No..that was nothing..” You said completely unconvincing as you subtly rocked back and forth staring at the end screen. Rocky laughed; he always loved to make fun of you – he knew you never were the biggest fan of horror movies but he appreciates that you take the time to watch them all with him.
“Come on then. Let’s go to sleep.” He set up his bed for you to sleep on and he took the floor. His parents and your parents didn’t mind that you two slept over each other’s houses because they knew that you and Rocky were strictly best friends.
You managed to fall asleep at 2am and woke up almost twenty minutes later; so quickly that Rocky wasn’t even fast asleep yet. You tossed and turned and then shot straight up just as the man with the chainsaw managed to catch up to you in your dream. You let out a yelp.
“Whoa! Whoa! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Rocky shot up too as soon as he heard you, his face full of concern. You start to tear up because that dream felt so incredibly real. He instantly got off the floor and climbed into bed with you, wrapping you up in his body and rocking you back and forth soothing while rubbing your back, trying to calm you down. He kept telling you in your ear that it was okay, that everything was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. Everything was always okay when you were with Rocky.

Ross: Brinnng Brinng. Brinnng Brinng. Brinnng Brinng.
You hated when your sleep was interrupted. What now? You asked yourself as you groaned and checked who was ringing. Your phone had the name Boss Lunch written across the screen – that was the silly nickname Ross put in your phone a few months back with the most derpiest photo of him in the contact bubble. Your phone also let you know that it was two in the fucking morning. Why the hell was Ross ringing? You answer the phone all groggy and annoyed.
“What? What the fuck do you want?” You didn’t mean to come across really rude but you were tired from working and you just wanted to sleep. There was a sigh of relief on the other side of the phone.
“Oh thank god. You’re alive.”
“What do you mean ‘thank god I’m alive’? What made you think I was dead?”
“Oh, well, I had a nightmare that you and I were secret spies and on a mission you got shot and died.” You rolled your eyes.
“And instantly just assumed that I was dead in real life because I died in your dreams?”
You could tell that Ross finally got how stupid all of this was because his voice was shameful and he was trying to convince himself.
“Well..dreams are meant to be significant..aren’t they?” You groaned again.
“I can’t believe you woke me up over a stupid dream..” You heard Ross mumble a little sorry on the line and there was a little silence for a while. You closed your eyes wanting to go back to sleep but stayed on the line because you wanted to see what your idiot of a best friend had to say.
“So..what are you doing toda-“ You hung up. Not today. You’re sleeping in.