#Goofy boy I just wanna squeeze him

[inky-fandoms]

Since I won’t be finishing the redraw for awhile here’s something I posted to the AHIT discord server a few days ago.

[witherby]

Mother Hen Hal skit perhaps...? Since you said you are up for writing anything, can i recommend some silly mother hen Hal? :3/nf/silly

Y'know what hell yeah. Hal is Mom, and that's canon now.

Also, it doesn't really make sense for me to use the infant gif for Flittermouse when they inevitably get older. Does this one work for you guys? Let me know. I might fiddle around until I find something suitable.

The Littlest Wayne: Mother Hen

Masterlist is Here!

"Ah-ah! Put it down."

You freeze, one hand curled around the handle of the popsicle you were trying to sneak before dinner.

"I'm not a motion sensor, kid. I can still see you if you're standing still. Put. It. Down. If you want a snack then there's a fruit bowl on the counter."

You huff and put the popsicle back in the freezer, stomping over to the bowl to snatch an orange. "Fine."

"What was that?"

You grimace. "Yes, mama."

Hal narrows his eyes at you and holds out his hand. You approach him from where he's leaning against the doorway and hand the orange over, and he starts to peel it for you.

"Kids these days, gettin' sassier and sassier. Y'know when I was young my dad would pop me on the mouth for backtalk."

"Thank goodness you're not your dad," you say, taking it back and stepping into his shadow to let it pull you into the dark. "Thanks, mama."

"Uh huh," he sighs, but his expression is fond as he watches you disappear. He shakes his head and grabs a banana for himself. "Goofy kid. They should be grateful I found 'em in the act and not Alfred."

--

"Disarm that, please."

Jason glances up at Hal from where he's sitting on his bed, currently taking inventory of his ammo and checking the condition of his guns.

"Uh, 'scuse me?"

"You know your dad's rule. No guns in the house. If you wanna keep it upstairs, you've gotta disassemble it."

"Oh," Jason says, scoffing, "what, like I'm gonna suit up and shoot up the place? I'm an asshole, but I'm not that big an asshole."

"Everyone trusts you, Jaybird," Hal says, "but even the best-maintained guns can misfire. A warped firing pin here, too much gunpowder in a bullet there, a hair trigger —"

"You think I'm running around with shitty equipment like an amateur, Jordan?" Jason sneers and picks up one of his pistols, aiming it at Hal's head. It doesn't have any bullets in it, but fear factor is half of his job. "You think this could go off willy-nilly 'cause I dunno how to take care of my toys? Huh? Just because you're fucking Bruce doesn't mean you get to call any shots in this house —"

A green hammer materializes faster than Jason can blink and smacks the gun from his hand. He hisses flexes his fingers, glaring, only lean back when he suddenly finds Hal glaring down at him less than a foot away from the edge of the bed.

"I'm not playing this game with you, Jason Todd-Wayne," he says. The boy actually feels sweat pooling on the back of his neck. "I have to go pick your brother up from school, and when I come back these guns are either going to be in the cave, or disassembled in your bedroom."

"...yes, ma," Jason mumbles. Hal nods once, gives him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, and leaves the room.

--

Tim doesn't glance up when he hears footsteps descending the cave. He keeps scrolling through the security footage from the most recent bank heist on the batcomputer, trying and failing to figure out exactly what the hell Two-Face would want with that many uncut diamonds. Money tends to play very little factor in his scheme of the week, so why —

"Bed time."

"Crime never sleeps," Tim mumbles, rubbing his burning eyes and reaching for the can of Monster on the desk. Another hand swipes it away first, and he scowls. "I'll head up in, like, an hour." He squints when he thinks he sees a partial blueprint sticking out of Two-Face's pocket. "Like two hours."

"Nuh-uh. The one and only time I fell for that, you stayed awake for another fifty hours before we caught onto you. No more computer tonight."

"And I cracked that case fifty hours faster than I would've if I'd slept."

Hal scruffs Tim, hoisting him into the air by the back of his shirt and turning to go back up the staircase.

"Hal! Okay, I'm serious this time, twenty minutes so I can mark my place and —"

"Bed time," Hal hisses. "It is three in the morning and I have to get up at five. Do not test my patience right now."

"Yes, mom," Tim immediately says, eyes wide. He wants to scan that blueprint, but he wants to avoid getting on a sleep-deprived Hal's bad side even more. "Bed time."

Hal nods and carts him off to his room, tucking Tim in and giving him a pointed goodnight before leaving.

--

Dick knows better than to fight Hal when he puts his foot down for something. Bruce he can gradually wheedle into submission, especially if he calls him Dad and gives him big puppy eyes, but Hal is a demon and seemingly immune to all forms of sucking up.

So when he slips out of his window and into the garden, trying to sneak away to go back to Blüdhaven, he runs into Hal and immediately turns back around.

"Smart move. Get back in bed and I'll have Alfred make sure you didn't pop your stitches crawling down the wall like an idiot just now."

"Yes, mum. Sorry, mum."

--

"Damian Al-Ghul-Wayne!"

"Oh, fuck."

Nothing but ice-cold dread zips up and down that boy's spine. He darts out of his room and down the stairs, running from room to room until he finds Hal standing in the vestibule with blood at his feet and a nasty snake bite on his arm. The culprit is trapped in a constructed box several feet away.

"Is it venomous." Hal asks, tone flat.

"No, Mother," Damian says, standing at attention directly in front of him. He keeps his hands in his pockets to stop them from trembling.

"Is there more than one."

"No, Mother."

"Will you have it re-homed by tomorrow."

"Yes, Mother."

"Are you going to start asking for permission before bringing more animals home."

"..."

"Damian."

"Yes, Mother."

Hal steps forward with his good hand and gently cups Damian's cheek.

"Do you understand why I'm upset?" He asks, gentler. Damian nods. "Okay. All I'll say is that I'm glad it was me this happened to, and not any of your siblings. I think you really would've frightened Mouse if they got bit."

Damian's eyes widen briefly, not having considered such a consequence. He stiffens and avoids eye contact.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. Hal opens his arms and Damian goes in easily for the offered hug. "I'll get rid of Piper tonight."

"Good. I'm sorry you can't keep her, pal, but it's too dangerous to let it roam the grounds like that. Plus, this bite really smarts. If you're hell-bent on a snake, maybe you can get a small one in, like, a month for your birthday. Real small. Like a hog-nose. Or a corn snake."

"Fine," Damian mumbles, but the tension bleeds out of his shoulders. "I'll fetch the first aid kit for you."

"Thanks, 'ppreciate it."

--

"Oh, dearest husband of mine."

Bruce maintains a front of stoic calm, unmoving and unaffected by the saccharine pitch of Hal's voice. He continues stitching himself up in the batcave's med room and doesn't look up when a pair of green boots enters his periphery.

"Can you answer a question for me?"

"Yeah, shoot," Bruce says, proud that his voice didn't waver.

"What's the thermal rating on the latest iteration of your suit?"

Bruce glances at the jar of burn cream he hasn't cracked open yet to treat the massive wound on his side. A bead of sweat forms on his temple.

"It's —"

"Is it high enough to withstand a condensed, point-blank blast directly from the sun?"

He doesn't respond. Bruce finishes his stitch job and ties it off, then reaches over for the jar. Hal snatches it.

"Answer the question, Wayne."

Bruce swallows thickly. "No. It's not thermally rated high enough to withstand a condensed blast as powerful as the sun, obviously."

"Obvi — oh. Okay, it was obvious. I'm glad it was obvious. That's fantastic. I just have a follow-up question, then."

The jar creaks in Hal's grip. His free hand is clenched in a tight fist.

"If you knew your suit wasn't sturdy enough to take a blast like that, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STEP IN FRONT OF IT!?"

Bruce clears his throat. "It was going to hit you, and you weren't watching your six."

"I AM ENCASED IN A MAGIC GLOWING SUIT MADE OF WILLPOWER, BRUCE. I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE. YOU'RE RUNNING AROUND IN LEATHER AND KEVLAR."

Bruce slides off the table, lifting his hands in a placating gesture. A pair of green arms hook him under his armpits and heave him back onto it with a not-so-gentle thud, and he winces when it aggravates his injury. "Hal, stop shouting. I already have Tinnitus and this isn't helping."

"Oh, your poor ears," Hal coos, stepping between Bruce's legs. He sets the jar down and gingerly cups Bruce's ears, pouting. "I'll speak softly so I don't cause you further pain. Y'know, like the massive fucking burn in your side from GETTING BLASTED BY A SUN RAY."

"I'm not going to apologize!"

Hal snaps his mouth shut, glaring at Bruce. "What."

"I'm not going to apologize for protecting you." Bruce's hands cover Hal's. He brings them down to his lap, interlacing their fingers and squeezing tightly. "It's very statistically probable I'm going to do it again, as a matter of fact. And I'll keep doing it as long as I think you need to be protected."

He thumbs over the golden band on Hal's left hand, and the edge of the Green Lantern ring on his right.

"Because that's what I promised you when we got married. That as long as I have a body that moves, and lungs that breathe air, and a mind that can think, I will move and breathe and think in whatever way guarantees your health and happiness."

"Collecting battle scars like bottle pops doesn't make me happy, Bruce," Hal murmurs. "One day I'm gonna check my six and find you on the ground like I did today, and one day you're not gonna get back up again."

"That's the risk we take every time we suit up," Bruce sighs. "People in our line of work seldom make it to retirement age, love."

Hal lifts his hands to cup the back of Bruce's head and draw him into a kiss. There's a subtle tremble in his body that Bruce does his best to soothe with pliant lips and a skilled tongue.

"I'm going to help you with the burn," Hal mumbles against his lips, "then we're going upstairs for movie night, and I'm picking this time. And by then, maybe I'll have decided if you get to sleep in our bed or on the couch tonight."

"Yes, mom," Bruce mutters back, grinning. He hisses when Hal flicks his wound. "Sorry."

[sdmnpact]

Late Night Antics.

wroetoshaw x reader fluff, suggestive

~~~

You were laying in your boyfriend's bed scrolling through your Instagram feed. Nothing new, nothing entertaining. It was quite late already and you were waiting for Harry to finish playing Among us with the boys. You always loved watching him play because he was always got so passionate about it. You loved listening to his cute laugh whenever they caught someone in the act or even his frustration when he gets voted out for no reason. You were bored right now though because he was the first to die so this whole time was just him as a ghost.

"Alright boys, I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said as he left the call, taking out his earphones. "All done baby?" You asked as he stood up to stretch. You watched as he stretched his arms flexing his muscles and you couldn't help but stare at them.

"What." He smiled giving a breathy little laugh. "Nothing just admiring your beauty." You giggled. He walked over to the bed and tackled you lightly wrapping his arms around you. He began kissing your face all over making you laugh. You cupped his cheeks making him stop and took in his features. His soft clear eyes staring into yours, his messy blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. You loved this man so much and you knew he deeply loved you. It was a sweet moment, the warmth of being in each others company. Just you two and no one else.

"Are you tired yet?" He asked as he began standing up. You felt sadden by the loss of his warmth.

"Not really, why?"

"Me neither, maybe we can do something like watch netflix?"

"Nah I don't wanna watch anything... how about we bake?"

"Bake? It's 2:23!" Harry shriek. You gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that you know he can't resist.

"Okay fine." He gave in going back to the bed to hug you.

~~~

You two made your way towards the kitchen in Harry's flat. It was small but big enough for two people. You aren't the best baker but you do enjoy it from time to time. You had previously bought supplies and ingredients so they could stay in his flat on the whim that you decided to bake something. Sometimes it's almost like you live with him. You two have been dating for about three years now so you're very comfortable with each other, spending most of your days at either your place or his.

You took out all the ingredients to make homemade cookies. You didn't know how to make many recipes but you knew how to make your favorite cookies. Everyone always raved about them and you know Harry absolutely loves them. He doesn't really enjoy cooking but he loves spending time with you, so much so that he even bought matching aprons for when you decide to spontaneously bake something like tonight. You watched as he took the aprons from the rack, walking over to you and putting it around your neck. You looked up at him with a goofy little smile on his face as he went around you to tie the apron. Not too tight but just enough for it to fit snuggly on your waist.

He put his on, tying it on his own. You put your hair up in a pony tail and Harry took this opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist. You put your hands on his as he squeezed you from behind. "You know I adore you, right?" he said in a deep voice giving you goosebumps at the vibration running though your body.

You turned around to face him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss. "I know." you said kissing his lips again. He wanted to continue but you pulled away leaving a small frown on his face.

"First we bake!" You said excitedly going over to the sink to wash your hands. He came over and began washing his as well giving you a little hip bump. You scoff in playful annoyance as you bumped him back harder causing him to stumble back a bit. He looked at you faking a hurt expression splashing some water in your face. You gasped as the semi cold water droplets hit your face. You soaked your hands then placed them on both sides of his face making him wince at the cold touch.

"Okay okay, truce." He let out a breathy laugh. You nodded as you began drying your hands on the hand towel. "Okay so first we mix the wet ingredients and dry ingredients separately." You began listing off directions as he gave all his attention to you, staring at you lovingly.

You two got to work making the dough. Harry managed to drop a couple of eggs, and you two ended up covered in flour, but other than that, things ended up quite successful. Harry watched intensely as you rolled the dough out. You seemed so concentrated in what you were doing that you didn't notice him pull out his phone and snap a few pictures of you.

"Harry stop!!" You whined as you didn't feel your prettiest at the moment.

"Aw don't worry baby, you look adorable, I want to save this memory." He smiled snapping a million more photos. "Okay, well what if I want to remember this moment of you standing there not helping?" You snickered as you began pulling out your phone. He took your phone from you and held both of them, aiming both cameras towards you.

"What now?" He said with a smug look on his face. You frowned but walked over to him kissing his lips then his jaw, leading down to his neck. He let out a soft moan as you left small kisses all over his neck taking this moment to snag your phone back.

"What! That's not fair."

"Life's not fair." You giggled, taking pictures of him. He tried reaching, but you placed your phone in the air as if he wasn't taller than you and was unable to reach it.

"Oh so we're playing that game." He quickly grabbed your waist, making you yelp at the sudden touch and placed you onto the counter. He stood between both of your legs causing you to wrap them around him. With one hand on your waist, he used the other to hold your jaw. He began kissing your neck like you had done to him earlier. His kisses were rougher, more hungry that your soft ones. You let out a moan and he began sucking on your neck causing you to melt at the sense of his warm mouth on your skin.

He hands now exploring your body while your hands made their way towards his hair, tugging on it lightly allowing a soft moan to escape his lips.

Suddenly you pushed him away.

"Not yet." You said once again leaving him with a yearn for more of you and your body.

You placed the now shaped cookies in the oven and waited for them to bake. Harry made his advances as the two of you waited but each time you rejected him causing him to whine while you just laughed.

Finally the ding of the oven and the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the room. You carefully took them out and placed them on the cooling rack. Harry helped you transfer the cookies from the rack to the plate after they cooled down a bit.

You both grabbed a cookie and took a big bite finally being able to indulge in the sweet creation you two were brewing up for the last hour. "Oh my god." Harry said as he took another bite. "They're incredible, all thanks to me." He chuckled as you shot him a glare. "Okay, mostly you but they seriously are amazing." You smiled in content as you watched your boyfriend scarf down two more cookies.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, giving him a peck on his lips, the sweetness of the cookies still lingering.

"Now."

---

A/n

Sorry for the spam of imagines. I used to have a miniminter imagines book and they were so much fun to write. Pls lmk if you have any ideas for one, my chat's always open! And as always I hope you enjoyed!!

[gotta-winwin]

2020 <> the art of doing nothing

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 2.4k TW: angst, comfort, fluff (the holy trinity), panic attack, drinking of alcohol italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin a/n: idk why vernon's been like living in my mind 24/7 recently...here are some moments between cyana and vernon scattered throughout 2019 - early 2020!

ONE:

The first time Cyana had been present for one of Seventeen's infamous party nights, it had only been two weeks since her introduction to the team.

She had stared, openmouthed at the chaos, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

"Random game! What game! GAME START!"

Throwing back another shot, she came to the realization that she would need to be hammered to keep up with their sheer energy.

From the other side of the room, Vernon sat with his arms languidly over Joshua's shoulders. He nursed his glass of soju, his movements slow and groggy. The recent lack of sleep was catching up to him. Roaming his eyes across the room, he noticed Cyana, sitting awkwardly to the side, her own eyes scanning the room like she was looking for an escape.

"I'll be back." He yelled over the noise into Joshua's ear, standing up when the older boy nodded.

"Yo." He walked over to where she sat, sitting down next to her, jolting her out of a daze.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Hi, Vernon." Her voice was barely eligible over Dino's karaoke rap.

It only took one glance at Cyana for Vernon to tell that she was begging for an escape.

"You wanna get out of here?" He winced as he heard his words, realizing he sounded like one of those cliche bar guys. "I mean- let's go somewhere quieter." That didn't sound much better.

Thankfully, Cyana understood what he was trying to offer. Nodding, she motioned for him to lead the way, following him past a semi-drunk Hoshi twerking and out into the hallway.

"We should've warned you how insane our gatherings can get." He looked at her sheepishly as they entered his bedroom.

Still a little dazed from all the noise, Cyana could only hum, her concentration snatched away by the little trinkets in Vernon's room. Walking up to his shelf, she carefully inspected a mini-figure. "R2-D2?" She asked, pointing at it.

Vernon nodded. "A fan gave it to me."

He watched as she traced her finger across the shelves, inspecting all of his various figurines and collectables like they were prized jewels. He couldn't help but let a goofy grin shine across his face, thinking about how much she resembled a curious kitten in the current situation.

"If you ever need an escape again," He reminded her suddenly. "just let me know. I'm always down to ditch the others."

She turned away from his collections and faced him, a teasing smile on her face. "You just hate the noise as much as I do."

Vernon shrugged, admitting she was right. "Still. Win win situation."

TWO:

Cyana could swear Hansol Vernon Chwe had to be from outer space.

"What are you doing?" She asked him incredulously, stepping into his room to grab the coat she had forgotten.

He poked his head out from under his bed. "What?"

"Why are you under your bed?" She wondered, crouching down to get a better look. "You know beds are for lying on top of, right?"

He had the audacity to shoot her a judgy side-eye. "Of course I know that, I wasn't born yesterday."

She snorted. "Says the guy under the bed."

"I finally watched that show from Bridgerton, y'know the Queen Charlotte one. I wanted to know what being under the bed felt like."

Cyana couldn't help but let out a tiny awe at the revelation. Screw Vernon and his tendency to make the weirdest habits endearing. Getting on the ground, she poked his side. "Move over."

Shuffling to make room, Vernon's smile widened as Cyana squeezed herself under the bed to join him.

"It's just musty." Cyana said after a pause, scrunching her nose. "When was the last time you vacuumed under here?"

He turned his head to face her, jaw dropping with mock offense. "That's mean."

Cyana ignored him, staring at the bottom of the bed in silence. She had to begrudgingly admit that it was kind of nice, seeing the world from a different perspective. Lying under the bed felt like a weird, very cramped hug.

"It's nice, isn't it." Vernon's voice broke through the silence.

She hummed. "My mind's all silent for the first time in weeks."

"It's a little weird though."

She finally stopped training her eyes on the wooden supports to look at him, realizing he had already been looking at her. "You're a little weird."

He made a funny face. "What does that say about you? You're the one who joined me."

She shrugged. "We can be weird together."

"Okay."

Joshua stood outside the room, every fibre of his body concentrating on eavesdropping into their conversation. He had walked in to borrow Vernon's charger, only to find the two kids hiding under the bed. Letting out a huff of both disbelief and amusement, he shook his head. This was literally only something Cyana and Vernon would be up to.

THREE:

"Is Ana hiding in here?"

Vernon's voice echoed loudly through the Boohan apartment, reaching the ears of its residents, who were busy making dinner in the kitchen.

"Is that Vernon?" Seungkwan questioned, scooping a spoon-full of soup for Cyana to taste test. He blew gently to cool it before feeding her.

Cyana shot a thumbs up to Jeonghan, who was busy tending to the other dishes still on the stove. "Soup's great." She twisted her neck to call towards Vernon's voice. "We're in the kitchen!"

A couple seconds later, Vernon's dark brown hair peaked through the doorway as he walked in. "'Sup."

Seungkwan cornered him with yet another spoonful of soup.

"How'd you even get in?" Jeonghan wondered, a little miffed by the way Vernon so casually sauntered into an apartment that wasn't his.

Vernon choked down the soup, spluttering at the heat. Seungkwan hadn't shown him the same kindness of letting the soup cool that he had shown to Cyana. Answering through pants of pain, his eyes watered as he looked at Jeonghan. "I got a key from Boo."

Seungkwan threw his hands up in defence. "I gave it to him like one time for emergencies." Glancing at Vernon, he added, "Why are you even here?" They had assumed they had the night (and Cyana) to themselves.

Vernon looked a bit sheepish. "I kinda wanted to borrow Cyana for awhile."

"No." Seungkwan and Jeonghan's response was instant.

Jeonghan glared at Vernon, food on the stove long forgotten. "You guys at the main dorm literally had her for the past two weeks. Tonight is a Boohanana night."

"You guys can have her tomorrow night." Vernon offered.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, cutting in. "Mingyu already called dibs for tomorrow night."

Cyana watched the conversation, her mouth open in disbelief. "I'm not some package!?" She protested indignantly. "What do you mean Mingyu called dibs?"

The boys traded knowing glances.

"What?" Cyana pestered, bewildered at the sight. "Wait- have you guys been moving me around on some schedule I don't know of?"

Neither boy could meet her gaze, each of them staring at some spot along the wall.

"Well-" Jeonghan looked at her sheepishly. "A lot of people have been complaining that they don't get enough time with you, and that the main dorm residents are hogging all your attention."

"So," Seungkwan continued for the older boy. "we thought you could just take turns sleeping over-"

"We have a separate groupchat to decide whose turn it is." Vernon couldn't take the push and pull the others were doing, cutting in to spill everything all at once. "Just so it's fair."

Cyana stared open-mouthed at the news. "What." She was more surprised she hadn't even realized she was being moved from apartment to apartment, following some kind of decided schedule. She frowned. "You know you guys could've just asked, right?"

"Cheol kept complaining he'd never see you- cause he's too much of a coward to ask." Jeonghan threw his friend under the bus, smirking.

Cyana couldn't help but snort out a laugh. "Sounds like him."

Suddenly remembering why Vernon was even here in the first place, Cyana turned to face him, pushing Jeonghan and Seungkwan gently back towards the stove before the food could burn. "What'd you want to borrow me for, Nonnie?"

"Kinda in the mood to do nothing." Vernon told her, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You wanna join?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You came all the way over to ask if I want to do nothing?"

She supposed it was very Vernon of him when he just simply nodded.

"Well.. how does one do nothing?" She asked him, genuinely curious.

He gave her a lazy shrug. "We can just sit. And do nothing."

Laughing at the absurdity, she nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the living room. Plopping both of them down on the couch, she gestured to him with a wave of her hand. "Okay. Let's do absolutely nothing."

He shot her a silly grin. "You're the best."

FOUR:

Filming for her second vlog episode was exhausting Cyana. The concept was simple enough: spend 24 hrs on vlog, periodically switching members to spend time with. It had been something Pledis staff had assigned her to do, seeing how fans wanted to see more of her dynamic with the boys.

"This is going to be the most boring vlog ever." Cyana grumbled, face-planted in Vernon's bed. "Literally all I do in my spare time is nap or watch shows."

Vernon hummed, relating to her dilemma. "Just plan some activities. Like- take Wonwoo to the arcade or something."

Rolling over onto her back, she blinked up at Vernon. The boy flashed her a smile, flopping next to her.

"You're so smart." She mumbled, patting his chest lovingly. "What do you want to do for your segment?"

She watched his eyebrows furrow, the question sending him into thought.

"I think we should just nap."

She looked at him blankly. "I don't think fans would enjoy that."

"Or we can go catch a movie."

She sat up, rejuvenated by the thought of it. "That actually sounds fun." For two people who loved films, they hadn't found the time in between tour and schedules to actually catch a movie together.

"Wait- but wouldn't fans just get like two hours of silence while we watch a movie? Can we even film in a theatre?"

Cyana frowned, realizing he was offering up good questions. "We can catch a movie and then film us talking about it while eating? Or we can walk around after."

Vernon raised a lazy hand up and flashed her a thumbs up. "You just get me."

Cyana laughed, lying back down. She enjoyed spending her lazy days lounging with Vernon, doing absolutely nothing and just recharging next to him.

"I know they all say Dino and I are twins, but I think we might have been separated at birth or something."

"Yeah, like I was thrown to New York and you were dropped in Vancouver."

FIVE:

It was four in the morning when Vernon awoke to a knock on his bedroom door.

Sitting up from his bed, bleary-eyed and still barely conscious, he watched as a small figure stepped into his room, shutting the door behind them.

He squinted at the intruder. "Ana?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and falling back into bed. "It's too early."

"Vernon."

It was the sound of her voice that woke him up, like a cold bucket of ice water was dumped down his back. The way she said his name sounded more like a plea, a cry for help and it made Vernon sit bolt-upright in bed.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, just now aware that everyone was still sleeping.

Cyana crawled onto his bed and sat a little ways away from him. "I can't breathe."

It was only then did he realize the girl was clutching her chest, heaving in the midst of what looked to be a panic attack. He would've caught it sooner, had it not been for the darkness of the room.

Shuffling closer, his hands hovered over her as he panicked, unsure what to do. "What happened? Are you having a panic attack? Do you need something? What can I do?" A flurry of questions spilled from his mouth as he tried desperately to calm his own breathing. Two panicking people would only add to the chaos.

Cyana could only stay seated, trying to rein in her emotions. She hadn't accounted for this to happen - she thought her nightmares had finally began to leave her alone - but she'd woken up in a cold sweat, a hand clamped over her mouth to stop herself from screaming and waking everyone up.

Vernon could see her doing mental gymnastics inside her head. Getting up, he grabbed his laptop, switching on a random Disney movie. He had seen some tiktok about classic Disney movies being good for calming down kids - albeit Cyana was not a kid and was having a panic attack - but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Setting his laptop down on the bed in front of her, he shuffled closer and pulled her shivering frame into his arms. "I'm no good at this." He mumbled into her hair, silently asking for her to forgive his lack of knowledge. "You'd probably be better off knocking on Shua's door."

"Joshua would've made it a big deal." Her voice barely qualified as a whisper. "Everyone would have."

Vernon hummed, getting it. Cyana had came to him knowing he wouldn't freak out like the others.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked after a bout of silence, as he felt her breathing steady. "Is it about what happened in LA?

She stiffened in his arms at the mention of the city. "Yeah," was all she said.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Cyana shook her head, clutching onto him tighter. Vernon felt as if she was holding onto him in fear that he'd let her go.

"Okay. We don't have to talk about it." He looked down at her, taking notice that she seemed to be concentrated on the movie playing - or at least, pretending to be.

It took awhile, but both the movie and Vernon's silent support calmed Cyana down. The waters receded in her mind and she could close her eyes without seeing the faces in her nightmare.

She had padded out her room and into the hallway, desperately searching for someone- anyone to remind her that she was in Seoul and not in LA. She had knocked on Vernon's door knowing he wouldn't pester her for answers, that he would offer his company in silence- that he would understand the last thing she wanted was someone worrying over her.

Vernon let her recuperate in silence, not once breaking the comforting hold he had around her. The pieces were piecing together in his mind about the mystery in LA and he didn't enjoy the picture he was beginning to see.

a/n: sooo...can you guys tell i'm setting the stage for something big („• ֊ •„)

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.2! :))

warnings: mentions of weed/alc , injuries/blood, VERY mild sexual content (boobs and ass 😕)

content: loser!ellie x reader :3

authors note: im back w another BANGER🔥🔥🔥 since ppl loved the last one IM BACK W MORE 😈

pt. 1 ! taglist.! masterlist!!

- CANNOT handle spicy food. my porcelain princess has the spice tolerance of a victorian child she is coughing and crying at the slightest spice 😞😞

- speaking of food…my girl is a CHEF!!! she hates leaving the house and she’s too broke to buy food so she’s just in the kitchen whippin ts!!!! she even has a goofy chef hat that she wears when she cooks. (this is so ellie coded i dont know why)

- loves commentary youtubers . kurtis,danny,nickisnotgreen,jarvis, and chadchad 🔥🔥

- knows so much niche internet drama…she tries to talk abt it and ur like???? literally what are you talking about….which gives her the perfect opportunity to ramble

- so many random injuries CONSTANTLY. she’s constantly covered in cuts and bruises and has no idea where they come from (mostly her awful skateboarding)

- “this ones for you” before she devastatingly fails to do a trick on her skateboard and falls on her face, and her entire lower face is covered in nose-blood

- whenever she gets hurt, she always asks you to “kiss it better” 😞😞 so cute im dying!!!

- follows you around like a puppy all day. goes with you on all your errands, sits by you while you do work. she is ALWAYS THERE

- if u think shes bad when shes sober, she’s literally the clingiest drunk in the world!!!! she will literally be constantly attached to you. even when you go to the bathroom, she’ll literally hold ur hand through the door while u piss cuz u wouldn’t let her in 😞

- she’s even worse when she’s high, cuz shes so BOLD. will literally just randomly motorboat ur tits while ur talking with zero explanation.

- loves sitting on the floor???? literally will just be down there. sometimes when you’re on the couch she’ll sit by your feet and cling onto one of your legs

- NEEDY!!!! oh my godddd so needy. every time ur doing something not involving her she’s trying to get your attention. most of the time shes doing really stupid shit in front of you for no reason. “babe look” is her favorite thing to say

- literally had a huge bruise on her leg cuz she tried to do a cartwheel inside and banged her leg on the kitchen counter

- whenever you lay on your stomach, she loves laying her head on your ass

“it’s my favorite pillow!!”

- sometimes she just randomly squeezes ur boobs when she walks past you. always with some random sound affect too. she’ll just walk by you while you’re cooking and just honk ‘em 😕

- sleeps DIRECTLY ON TOP OF YOU. like literally lays on you like a starfish all night

-sleeptalker!!! its always the most non-coherent things ever, and it’ll last for like 30 minutes.

“no papa john i don’t wanna hit a nae nae 😞”

- cannot be trusted on the road. she is actually a hazard to public safety

- this is such an unpopular opinion but she is DEFINITELY a passenger princess. she likes staring at you too much she can’t drive she’ll crash!!!!

- does NOT exercise. but she’s like. randomly strong. she’ll carry all your groceries in one trip and push ALL your luggage when you go on vacation

- literally turns into a child when you take her to the beach. building sand castles, swimming in the water, and finding rocks and shells and bringing them to you like a dog

- definitely wears those stupid snorkel goggles when she goes swimming cuz she likes doing flips underwater and hates water in her nose

- LOVES CAMPING!!! that girl can be OUTDOORS.

- has binders full of pokemon cards. she goes to this card shop by her house that has pokemon saturdays and plays matches for like…the whole day. she can and WILL trash talk a 7 year old little boy after beating him

- follows so many niche meme pages

- orange chicken enthusiast.

- this is literally canon in the show but she HATES COFFEE. she is a chai latte woman. with oatmilk cuz like…duh….lesbian

- absolutely goated at just dance for NO REASON

- really good at making string friendship bracelets

[blondedmuse]

a late night party with felix catton

The music was blaring as you struggled to stand straight, your whole world view tilted on its axis as you moved through the crowd of people. Dismissive of the drink clutched in your hand, your movements were sloppy, but it’s not like anyone could tell—or care, they were drunk too.

You searched the sea of bodies for a frame slightly taller than the rest and your hunt was interrupted when you felt a light squeeze to your empty hand.

“Found you.”

You turned around to Felix, donning a toothy, goofy grin and a red cowboy hat. You smiled back noticing the red lipstick that shifted from your lips to his only through a heated exchange earlier that night. He could say he was to lazy, to inebriated to be able to clean it off correctly, but the fact of the matter was that he wanted everyone to know he was yours.

“I was looking for you to y’know,” you said, thumbing his lip, rubbing in the stain even more.

“We’re outside if you wanna come,” He answered. You only nodded he and stringed you along his fingers intertwined with yours, linked as if they were pleading not to lose you again.

Your group of friends sat outside, almost surrounded by a cloud of smoke—but it was nothing unexpected. Felix took a seat on the lounge chair next to Farleigh, offering you the space next to him or on his lap. You took the latter. He pulled you in like it was just you and him, like no one else in the room mattered. Your hand went to trace the star tattoo on his hand while he grabbed a cigarette from the boy next to him.

“One too many drinks tonight love?” He smiled down at you. He caught note this habit you had when you got a little bit sloppy each time you’d go out together.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you giggled, shooting a wink at him and you watched him flash his teeth in amusement.

“Do you want a drag then?” He offered, eyes flitting to the cig between his fingers.

Your eyes locked with his, your lips reflecting his cheeky smile.

“You first.” He listened to your request, inhaling then his hand held your jaw as he exhaled into you. You accepted it with welcome, the smoke and the taste of his breath, of him.

You exhaled. “Thank you, baby.”

He mouthed you’re welcome and some other niceties and compliments that went in one ear and out the other as you simply admired him and the party around you. It was all so charming and endearing. It was impossible not to love it, to love him.

this was based on a post by @tojigasm because it literally made me lose my mind i had to write something

[turvi]

Ypu said you wanna write for rodrick and I wanna request.

So rodrick with a good girl neighbour reader (think- gwen stacy type) and rodrick does all kinda stuff to impress her even at school so yea.

I'm a sucker for goofy! Himbo! Rodrick

Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy this

"BOYS! OUR NEW NEIGHBOURS ARE HERE!" Susan yelled and huffed when none of the boys responded to her call. Greg was busy filming Rowley trying to fall from his chair. Rodrick was in the basement and didn't hear his mam call out to him as he was drowned in the sounds of his drums.

A few minutes later, Rodrick finally comes up to drink water, only to see the new neighbours...most importantly, their daughter.

Rodrick didn't realise he had dropped his drumsticks on the floor until his mother was tugging him towards the living room and introduced him to the neighbours, the L/ns. And there she was with a sweet, gentle smile telling him her name.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Y/n," she said, offering her hand.

Rodrick held her hand, not wanting to let go, but he had to since both his and her parents were watching them. "I-uh...I am Rodrick."

He scowled when he heard Greg snickering behind him. He wanted to hide so badly just because he couldn't tell his name to a pretty girl. But she doesn't laugh at him. She squeezed his hand, letting him know it was ok.

It was, at this moment, he wondered if it was too soon to ask her to marry him? He shook his head. He was being silly. Just because a girl was nice to him doesn't mean he should fall in love with her.

Then two days later, he heard knocking on the garage door. He sighed, thinking it was one of the upright elder people wanting him to keep the voice low. When he opened the garage door, he almost let it go when he saw Y/n standing there, the harsh sunlight pouring down his lawn.

He quickly let her in and introduced her to his bandmates, who were just beaming at the sight of Rodrick being awkward and shy around her.

"Hey, I was just walking by and heard you guys play. I was wondering if you could teach me how to play drums. I already talked to your mom."

His friend patted his shoulder. "Rodrick is our drummer. He is a great teacher too, he can teach you. Right, Rodrick?"

Rodrick got out of his daze when he heard his name. "Uh...yeah...yeah...I drum...drums" It was like he never learnt English in school, and Rodrick hated how he sounded.

"Ok, tell me when you are free. I'll come."

"Actually, we are leaving, so you guys can continue. It was nice meeting you." his friend winked at him, leaving the two alone. Rodrick knew he couldn't do much but look at her knowing his mom was peeping through the basement door. But he was just happy seeing her and talking to her.

He was happy they were bonding. He would teach her to play the drums. She would spellcheck his assignments. Rodrick knew she had a place in his heart when she would gently correct his spellings.

Slowly he loved holding her hands, her smile, her nose scrunch, the way she snorted before she laughed, and her soft sweaters that always smelled nice.

He didn't realise when he fell in love, or was he always in love? When he would go shopping with his family, he would spot things that he knew Y/n might like. He even saw a jewellery shop, and his heart dropped looking at the prices of the rings. But then, he had yet to win her heart. He was determined to buy this ring.

Of course, by the time he would be rich enough to buy the ring, he would already have your heart. But Rodrick didn't know he already had Y/n's heart, and she knew it was always going to be his.

@milivanili99 @cecekcecekceckceckceck @maneskai @isaentremundos @autumn3l3ctr0swings @mikulovingtrash

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[whateverloomis]

"I dare you to kiss my Tatum" (Stu x Tatum x Reader) 18+ content

Warnings: 3 some (FFM,) reader is afab (she/her,) making out, blow job, eating out, smoking (weed,) first person pov, pørn link at the bottom, unedited

Word count: 1k (It's a shorty but a saucy one 😭)

Note: Based on poll results.

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"You can stay over with us! Stu's parents will be gone the whole week so he has the house to himself." Tatum said and I smiled at her, nodding and accepting her offer.

"Thanks Tate, I don't wanna be a bother but I just can't be home alone tonight." -- "You're always welcome here! I love having company!" Stu said from behind us, startling with his sudden appearance.

With the ghost face killings it wasn't easy to be alone at my house, and tonight after movie night with our friend group, I told Tate everything about how scared I'd been feeling, so I quickly accepted her offer to join her and Stu's "slumber party."

•

A few hours went by and we ended up in Stu's room, smoking weed and gossiping with Tatum. Apparently Stu loved to know about all the tea going on at campus so he was surprisingly attentive.

"And I heard she made out with a girl in the locker room!" -- "That's hot- Ow!" Tatum immediately smacked Stu's arm. "Don't be an asshole!"

I laughed at their interaction. "I mean, I don't blame the girl, Sam is pretty cute so." I replied and Tatum gave me an amused look. "You've kissed a girl before too?" she asked, amusement written all over her face. "Yeah, a few times. I'm bisexual so it's bound to happen." I said and laughed at my own words. The weed was starting to make me act goofy.

"Would you kiss a girl?" I asked Tatum, bold as ever. I've been attracted to both her and Stu for a while so I didn't really care at that point, given the substance I was under.

"That would be hot as fuck." Stu replied to my question.

"Oh yeah, I bet you'd love to see that. Anyways, I think I would, just to try it out." Tatum replied, rolling her eyes at Stu first then smiling at me before responding.

"How about you, Stu? Would you kiss a boy? Hm?" I asked him next, teasing him and expecting a rejecting response. "Honesty? I'd be down to kiss Billy. Y'know, since we trust each other."

Me and Tatum gasped at his admission." Oh my God! You're insane for admitting that!" -- "It's the weed, I can't lie okay!?" The boy said and we all laughed hysterically.

"I'd kiss Billy too" I admitted and Stu faked being shocked. He knew I had a thing for Billy so he wasn't surprised at what I said.

"Would you kiss my Tatum over here?" Stu asked while pulling his girlfriend to sit on his lap. The girl looked at me, curiosity written all over her face.

I smirked at both of them before biting my bottom lip. "I would." I admitted, and the vibes got tense quickly. I saw Stu's pupils dilating and Tatum shifting in his lap.

"I dare you to do it." Stu said from behind his girlfriend, smirking at me.

I looked at Tatum, searching for any signs of discomfort but she was smirking at me too. She crawled towards me slowly, giving her boyfriend a perfect view of her ass before kneeling in front of me on the floor. I did the same and we slowly leaned in until our lips met.

The kiss was soft at first but it got heated quickly. Our high pitched moans and audible kissing noises were driving Stu crazy. I started to play with Tatum's tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She held my waist and pulled me towards her, our tits squishing against each other. Our tongues touched and we softly moved them in unison. Stu was rock hard at the sight of his girlfriend making out with another girl in front of him, so he started to rub himself over his jeans and groan every time one of us whimpered in need.

•

I don't know how we ended up in this position so quickly. Stu was at the edge of his bed, his pants half down while me and Tatum made out with his dick in-between our lips. I sucked on the head of his member occasionally then continued kissing Tatum. She'd do the same a while after me.

"Fuck... You guys look so fucking good." Stu moaned and we giggled against his cock. The vibration coursing through his body sent him closer to the edge, and the sight of us kissing his dick sloppily was about to do it for him.

"Mm, yes, keep going... Fuck" Stu moaned while grabbing a fist full of our hair in each hand. He thrust his hips up involuntarily until his moans got louder and he blew his load on our faces. Me and Tatum licked and kissed his cum clean off each other.

"Get on the bed, both of you." Stu commanded and we did so. We positioned ourselves one on top of the other, facing up. Our pussies on display for Stu to devour at the same time.

He licked up my slit and swirled his tongue on my clit softly while he rubbed Tatum, giving her some much needed attention between her legs. Then, he'd change his movements and rub my clit instead while eating Tatum out.

The two kinds of stimulation changing constantly was the perfect combination to get me and Tatum close, nearly at the same time. Stu was skilled, knew exactly how to use his tongue and his fingers. Fuck.

I moaned louder by the second, signaling that I was getting close. Tatum did the same moments later, and when I came against Stu's tongue his girlfriend came just by the stimulation of his fingers against her clit.

Once we all caught our breaths, we looked at each other silently. Amusement and shock combined.

"You guys wanna shower?" Stu asked. Me and Tatum looked at each other seeking approval, which we did by smirking at the same time.

"Sure, babe."

-

Here's a little video of the position Tatum and the reader were in (💖)

Warning: PØRN. 18+

[bloodibambiidoll]

Hush, Little Lamb (farmhand!Jj x Farmers Daughter!reader)

Wk: 837. Hair pulling, rough unprotected sex, voyeurism kinda?, secret relationship, reader has the nickname “Lamb” 18+MDNI!!

Your cutoff overalls pool at your ankles as the scratchy hay digs into your palms. It would almost hurt if the pleasure Jj was giving you as he plowed into you from behind wasn’t so all consuming. You clutch onto the straws for purchase, the scratchy pasturage grazing over your exposed nipples each time he hits you with a particularly hard thrust of his hips.

“Takin’ me so well Darlin’, look at you. Prettiest girl I ever did see suckin’ my cock in like it was goddamn made for her.” One of Jj’s hands is gripping onto your ass so tightly that you’re sure it’ll leave marks and god, you don’t even care that you won’t be able to wear your favorite bikini until it fades because you love it when he leaves his marks on you. His other hand has your two braids laced through his large fingers as he yanks on them roughly.

“So good, jayj, so so good.” You whine as you arch your back causing him to hit deeper inside you than before. “Oh fuck!”

“Shh c’mon baby, wouldn’t want your Pops to hear you, would ya?” He uses his grip on your hair to yank your head back so the expanse of your neck is exposed and he can sink his teeth into your delicate skin.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, please make me cum.” You whine as you push your hips back to meet his aggressive thrusts the best you can, your tight wet cunt swallowing him whole with each push of both of your hips.

“Pretty little lamb fell victim to the big bag wolf, look at you. S’pretty for me. Beggin’ me to cum.” Jj releases his grip on your hair so he can grab onto your jaw, he squishes your cheeks together, his blue irises drinking in the fucked out look on your face. “You wanna cum? Beg for it.”

“Please, let me cum on your cock, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anythin’ - fuck!” You’re cut off when he bends his knees a little, angling his hips so his cock hits you even deeper. He brings his fingers up to your lips and you take the hint, immediately sucking them between your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right, get em’ nice n’ wet for me, sugar.” Jj pulls them from your warm, hot, mouth so he can snake his hand between the two of you and rub his slick digits against your puffy clit.

“Oh my god, yes, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock.” Your moans increase in volume as your pussy starts to flutter around his thick cock and Jj can feel his balls start to tighten.

“Baby, you know I love it when you talk like that but I’m gonna need you to quiet down, alright?” Jj continues his ministrations on your clit as he brings his other large, calloused hand up to muffle your pornographic moans. “Shh, just cum for me.”

Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes around his cock as Jj hits you with deep, hard, precise strokes of his hips. The clapping of skin on skin and your muffled whines bounce off the thick barn walls as he brings you to your end.

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s my girl. S’good for me, sugar. Gonna fuck this pussy so full it’ll be drippin’ down your legs while you sit at the dinner table with your parents actin’ all innocent. When you’re really just a little whore for me, huh?” The slight shake of your head and the little whimpers leaving your lips that he can feel against his palm send him over the edge. Jj’s hips still against your own as his cock twitches inside you, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“Goddamn.” Jj lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls out of you and grips onto your hips to flip you towards him. “You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?”

“Yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself, farm boy.” You smile up at him sweetly as you loop your hands around his neck, looking at him like he practically hung the stars. He gives you that goofy smirk that always has butterflies erupting in your stomach before leaning down to kiss you in the way that never fails to make you weak in the knees.

You start to get lost in the kiss, not even caring that you’re still half dressed when you’re snapped from your little bubble by the sound of your dads voice calling your name.

“Where ya at, lamb? It’s time for supper!” You quickly jump apart from Jj as you hear him growing closer, hastily adjusting your clothes.

“I’m comin’ Pa!! I was just checkin’ on the baby goats is all!!” You grab onto Jj’s face, pulling him in for a chaste kiss before running away from him towards your house. Taking his heart with you. He watches after you dreamily until your back door is closed and you’re out of sight.

[straylightdream]

what am I missing? ~ 3racha

act six: “baby you need to relax for me.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, more warning to come.

Sitting on his lap you can’t help but feel self conscious about your weight. His hands rub your sides as your lips move together. After your first kiss he wasted no time pulling you as close to him as possible.

“You’re so pretty,” he says with his lips against your jaw. Closing your eyes you tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. “What do you want me to do?” His strong hands moves down you back and grabs your butt squeezing it harshly before pulling you forward grinding you against his already hardening length.

“I don’t care what you do, just keep touching me,” you moan rolling your hips forward.

Leaning your head back you press your chest against him. “I want to see you naked so bad,” he groans.

Pulling back you quickly remove your sweater. You sit there on his lap in your bra and a pair of leggings. He paused for a short moment before he grabbed your boob in his strong hand and squeezed the sensitive flesh earning a moan from you.

“Pretty, can I take this off?” He’s moved on to playing with the strap on your bra.

“Please.”

He reaches behind you removing your gray colored bra with ease. He leans back and just stares at you for a long moment. His warm eyes stare at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

“You’re killing me each time you grind on me.” He sounds so turned on with his voice low. He leans forward, taking both your bare breasts in his hands. His hands are rough. He pinches your nipple causing you to moan.

“Are you sensitive here?” He grins, flicking your hardened nipple. You can’t think you just nod. The moment he takes your breast in his mouth you can’t help but roll your hips forward. You know you have to be soaking wet from just dry humping each other and from him playing with your boobs.

“Where do you wanna do it?” You moan as he bites your nipple gently.

He pulls away looking at you with a lust filled look in his eyes. “Right here on the couch. I want you to ride me.”

You pause feeling very self conscious about you putting your full weight on him.

“I have condoms in my room,” you pull away from him fully. Getting off his laps you smile, “please be naked when I get back.”

The little laugh that passes his lips reminds you that the boy you’re about to have sex with is still your goofy best friend Chan.

Running off to your room you make quick work of removing your legging and underwear leaving yourself completely naked. You feel slightly embarrassed at the idea of walking back into your living room completely naked. You pull on your short robe before grabbing a row of three condoms.

Walking back into the living room your mouth practically waters at the site of Chan full naked sitting on your couch. He’s fully hard and the moment your eyes lock he strokes his length.

“Why am I the only one naked?” He raises his eyebrow. “Come here,” he signals you to come towards him. Walking over to him you stop right in front of him. You drop the condoms onto the coffee table. He stands up and unties your robe. He pushes it off your shoulders leaving you fully naked.

“Can I touch you?” You can’t help but smile when he’s asking for your permission.

“Of course you can.”

“Turn around for me.”

Silently you follow his command. You take a deep breath wondering what he has planned. The moment you feel his length poking against your back you close your eyes. One of his hands grabs your hip pulling your back flush against his. He feels like stone against your soft body. His strong hand splays across your stomach causing you to take a deep breath.

“Baby, you need to relax.” He never called you a baby before.

His hand makes its way down your stomach. The moment his hand touches your folds you can instantly feel yourself getting wetter. He draws figure eights on your sensitive clit while he leaves a trail of wet kisses up the base of your neck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

“Can you come just by me playing with your clit?” There is something about Chan talking dirty to you that is absolutely intoxicating.

“Please.”

He works his hand down lower and starts pumping one finger into you. The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing as you focus on the feeling of his hands on you. He moves his focus back to your clit. With each pass of his fingers you feel like you’re losing your mind.

You fall apart moaning his name. You leaning back on him rely on him to help make sure you don’t fall. “That was amazing.” He pulls away from you but holds into your hips helping you stay up.

“Baby how did the boys before not know how to make you cum like that?”

Turning around you look at him and even with his lust filled gaze and his dirty talk he is still your sweet best friend. “No one has seemed to care about my pleasure before, other than Bin.” You feel dirty mentioning your and your other friend's name right now but you want him to know the truth.

He takes your face in both hands and leans forward to gently press his lips to yours. “You’re always my main priority in life.”

Pulling away from you he sits back down on the couch like he had been before. Walking toward him you reach down and pick up the packets of condom. You tear one foil packet off and hold it out for Chan. He tears it open and rolls the rubber down his length.

“Come here,” he says softly.

You slowly crawl onto his lap. You hover over his length for a short moment. He leans forward pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Slowly you sink down to his length. You gasped as you bottomed out. Your hands rested on his chest as you stayed still for a moment adjusting to his size. He’s longer than Changbin and hits parts deep inside you. All the oxygen seemed to be sucked out of the room and you needed each other to breathe. His hand rests below the underside of breast. His thumb drags across your skin helping you relax.

“Hey,” he whispered, catching your attention.

“Yeah?”

“Baby you need to relax for me.” His sweet words cause you to smile.

“You’ve never called me baby before this.”

“Should I stop?” He cocks his head to the side.

“No, I like it.” You couldn’t never get tired of hearing him call you baby.

“Can you move for me?”

Silently you nod.

You started to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips were pants and soft moans. You don’t think anything has ever felt nearly as inmate as what was happening between you and Chan. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you continued to ride him. His hands moved from the underside of your breast down to your soft sides. He helped guide you as he moved up and down his length.

You gasped and leaned forward resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nipped at his shoulder. You knew you were probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.

With each thrust the coil in your stomach tightened. Leaning up you pressed your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knew you were close by the sounds of your needy whimpers. One of his hands moved down to where you were joined and his fingers toyed with your sensitive nub.

With your lips ghosting his you moaned his name as he pushed you over the edge. As your walls pulled on his length it didn’t take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you in the condom. You sit still with him snug inside completely while sitting on his lap. Your forehead was resting against his as you both your breathing was uneven. His hand moved up and rested on your cheek and he placed a wet kiss on your lips.

“Can we move to your bed to cuddle?” He asked.

“Of course.”

-

Curling up in your bed you both were still completely naked. “What happens now Chan?” You weren’t sure what any of this means.

“I don’t think it’s right I get in the way of you exploring yourself like you want to,” he sighs curling up behind you. His body is spooned against yours as his hand rests on your soft stomach.

“Are you okay if I see Changbin and Jisung?” He wants to say no desperately, but he knows he can’t be selfish right now. He feels selfish enough that he slept with you so he could have at least part of you.

“Yeah I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Thank you for today. You made me feel really good about myself. You made me feel like I was sexy.”

He presses his lips to your shoulder for a gentle kiss. “Baby you are sexy.”

“Are you going to stay the night?”

“I’m going to stay until I have to leave to go home and change for work at six in the morning.”

You fall asleep wondering what happens after this night you shared with Chan and what happens if/when you sleep with Jisung.

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[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[wlntrsldler]

i feel may would get whiplash the first time he sees luke interacting with five stars because as much as she knows he is a cutie who loves with his entire heart she's never seen him in love (specially because she is used to see him with women drunk in the news)

“i dont wanna go yet.”

luke’s entire body weight was currently resting on top of your body. the sounds of the movers the poisoned mercury team hired were making a ruckus outside of your room, hauling and tossing the random items the boys accumulated over the summer. the boys’ bags were packed, outside the cabin’s door, waiting to be thrown into the back of their tour bus.

you chuckled, running your fingers through his mess of curls, which proved to be the wrong move as it made luke bury his head even deeper into your neck. you placed a soft kiss on his head, “c’mon, pretty boy. you gotta get up.”

“can i just hide in here? maybe they won’t notice im not in the bus and i can stay here a little longer.”

you snorted, feeling a sense of longing erupt in your chest. you were feeling the same way as luke. you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t want to go. “i think they’ll notice the lead isn’t in the bus, luke.”

"luke? where are you?"

luke's head perked up at the sound of his mom's voice echoing through the cabin. he groaned, placing a quick kiss on your lips before he got up. he knew that his time was up and he would have to get on the tour bus soon. he'd see you soon, hopefully. he didn't know the band's schedule yet and you still haven't gotten word on whether or not you were playing this season, so the next time the two of you would see each other was still up in the air.

you froze as you heard may's voice. you'd been so caught up in wanting to treasure the last few moments you had with luke that you completely forgot that you'd have to see may and explain what this was. you'd met her before, sure, but it was a brief introduction and it was before you became luke's girlfriend. it seemed like she liked you enough, but now that the circumstances have changed, you weren't so sure.

"babe?" luke asked, tilting his head in question as he placed his hand on the doorknob of your door to open it. "you coming?"

"does your mom know about us?"

he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "yeah, i kinda told her. are you mad?"

you quickly shook your head, "no, no. i'm just--uh, nervous, i guess?"

luke walked back to your bed, grabbing your head in his hands as he peppered kisses all over your face, "nervous? for what?"

"what if she doesn't like me?"

luke let out a loud laugh, a goofy grin appearing on his lips, "you're funny. come on, five star. i only got a few more minutes with you and you're not leaving my side 'til then."

reluctantly, you got up from your bed and accepted luke's outstretched hand. he laced your fingers together, giving your hand a light squeeze as he opened the door to greet his mom. luke smiled widely when he saw his mom poking her head into luke's bedroom, trying to look for him. "mama!"

may turned around, smiling at the sound of her son's voice, then her eyes immediately darted down to your intertwined hands and the sheepish look on your face. her eyebrows shot up in surprise and walked over to the two of you, "there you are, been looking everywhere for you. the boys are already in the bus."

luke let go of your hand for a moment to give his mom a hug, then quickly returned to your side to wrap an arm around your waist. he looked down at you, eyes twinkling with fondness, "mama, you know y/n."

you rubbed the sweat off your palm on the fabric of your jeans, "nice to see you again, mrs. castellan."

"oh, don't do that," she rolled her eyes, pulling you in for a hug, "mama c is fine, or may, whatever you prefer."

"oh, uh, okay," you chuckled, awkwardly, feeling strangely welcomed by her simple act of kindness. may castellan's hugs felt like home. no wonder the boys adored her so much. "nice to see you again, mama c."

"so i reckon this is why we've been waiting for you for ten minutes?" she turned to luke, an eyebrow raised. she had a teasing smile on her face and it was a familiar look. luke got his smile from his mother.

"yeah," luke flushed, "sorry, don't wanna leave yet."

"mhm," may hummed. she turned to you, smiling at you in a way that made your heart hammer in your chest. there was no judgment in her eyes but she was still your boyfriend's mom and your mind was thinking of all the things she could point out about you that would have you spiraling. "he treating you right?"

you blinked, not expecting those words from her. you looked at luke for some guidance on what is the appropriate response, but he was unhelpful. he just looked at you with a dopey smile, a small part of him enjoying watching you all flustered around his mom. luke pressed a kiss to your temple.

"come on, mom. you know i do. you raised me well."

may laughed, "damn straight."

"five star here, was nervous to see you again," luke said, making your eyes widen and involuntarily hit him lightly on his bicep. you received a fake 'ow' in return.

"no need to be nervous, y/n," may replied, casting away any doubts you had in your head with a hand on your shoulder. "this one doesn't shut up about you and it's all good things."

you turned to luke, scrunching your face up in glee, "you talk about me?"

he rolled his eyes playfully, "mom, you're embarrassing me."

"that's my job, kid," may shrugged, turning to you again. "he just goes on and on about you sometimes."

"okay, that's enough," he groaned. the band's publicist was calling him over so he muttered a quick "be right back" in your ear before he left you with his mom. luke turned around as he was walking away, "mom, please don't say anything else while i'm gone."

"no promises!" she called back, chuckling as luke shook his head, accepting defeat. may motioned for you to sit on the couch with her for a second while luke chatted with their publicist about their upcoming schedule. she sat across from you, "he's real happy, you know."

you blushed, playing with the throw pillow on the couch, "yeah, camp had a good effect on him."

"not camp," she shook her head, "you did."

when you looked back at her face, you were almost overwhelmed by the sincerity in her eyes. she continued, "i haven't seen him like this since well, ever. it looks good on him, don't you think?"

you agreed, "it does."

"i hope i'm not overstepping here when i tell you this, but when he first told me about you, it felt different," she explained, pausing for a moment as she tried to conjure up the right words to say next, "as a parent, you can feel it when something shifts with your kid. i felt it when his dad left. i felt it when he got the call about the record deal. i felt it when they played their first sold-out show. i felt it when the fame started getting to him. and i felt it when he called me to tell me about this girl who gave him such a hard time at camp."

"yeah, sorry about that," you cringed.

may laughed, placing a hand on yours again, "no, y/n. don't ever apologize for that. something clicked in my head when he first told me about you and it's a feeling i didn't think i'd ever feel when it came to luke. he's the sweetest kid, but he hasn't made the best decisions when it comes to dating."

"having this much freedom and access to the world at his age will do that to someone, i suppose. but when he started talking about you, i don't know. i knew it was different."

"for what it's worth, i feel the same way about him," you said, eyes finding luke's. he gave you a small smile.

"good," she squeezed your hand and got up, "it was nice to see you again. i hope i get to see you at a few shows soon."

"i hope so too."

may gave you one last hug before she made her way out of the cabin, "tell my kid he gets ten more minutes then he has to haul his ass to the tour bus, okay?"

you chuckled, "got it. bye, mama c."

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Twilight Edition

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

Twilight is great at aftercare. He absolute showers his lover's body in absolute adoration. He's rubbing out the tense muscles, offering water, whispering nothing but sweet praises into his Darling's ears. He's lacing kisses up and down the column of their neck and leaving his touch nothing but a whisper of heat along their skin. It's enticing enough to go for another round...

Or three.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Just one? He can't. He won't... But I will. It's a toss up between thighs that just lock around his neck, keeping him right where they want him and using him as nothing more than a glorified toy and ass cheeks that are just so flush and plump, molding in between his fingers as he grips onto them, squeezing them as his hips crash against theirs and-

You know, the finer things in life.

On him? His hands. Hands the can lift his lover up by those delectable thighs and pin them against the wall. Hands that can bring his darling to absolute ecstasy. Hands that can do so much harm but are rendered useless for anything but good when it comes to his love.

Hands that can strangle the life out of someone's eyes for the simple act of thinking they could even look at what was his.

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

Oh, he loves, loves, loves filling his darling to the absolute brim. Just load after load, watching it leak of their pretty little hole if only to replace what was lost tenfold. Watching their stomach swell just the slightest as he lays a hand on the mound, pushing just enough for another glob of cum to bulb out and onto the sheets below. Which he would be more than happy to stuff back in, using his fingers to shove it where it belongs, lest you waste it of course.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has the biggest praise kink ever. Call him your good boy while you gently brush his hair back. Tell him how good he sits for you while you use him for all of your desires. Use your moans to sing his praises about how precious he is and how adorable he looks underneath of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a simple country boy. So, not experienced. At all. He was saving himself for marriage <3. But he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with his darling. And if he gets to please them along the way, he'll play the glorious student, soaking in your teachings as if they were divine scripture.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

C'mon. You know what the obvious answer is here. And while, yes, doggy is well and good, he also loves cowgirl. Watching his partner bounce on top of him, letting his hands roam from their thighs to their chest back down to ass, groping and squeezing every chance he gets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a bit of both. If he can tell his partner is tense and nervous, he's gently cooing at them, maybe cracking a joke to get them to loosen up, but ultimately he's more serious. He's soaking in the intimacy and the absolute feeling surrounding the action, committing it to memory.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all don't wanna hear it, but...it's a bush. He does not shave it, barely ever trims it. It's a mess. Darker than the hair on his head, but not by a lot. He washes it, yeah, but that's the extent of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Okay, he's so in love with you. He is cradling your jaw, cooing down at you and treating you like porcelain. He makes it a point to kiss you every chance he gets because, to Twilight, a kiss is such an intimate thing to him (Am I referencing the manga and my own theories on it?...maybe). And it's one of the highest forms of affection he can give.

So, yeah, he's pretty intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He very rarely did it before his adventure, he was too busy working. He very rarely did it during his adventure, he had other things to worry about. He very rarely did it after, he was fixing Hyrule and mourning the loss of Midna.

But when he met you? He never does it. Why bother? It would be a waste. Why bother when he can just pump you so full you see stars?

Why jack himself off when he can fuck you silly?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

A-hem. Breeding Kink. All the way. He's obsessed with the idea, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. Bondage. The thought of giving ones control to another so willingly in such a form of trust just makes him so hot and bothered. Marking. He loves marking his partner; bites, hickeys, claw marks, bruises. Loves it. Gagging. This is super self-indulgent, but he loves making his lover gag on his cock when their insistent on sucking him off. Feeling their throat constrict against it while tears pear in their eyes? Drives him nuts. To name a few~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any room thats pretty private. Like I've said, he hates public sex because that's his. That view is his alone and he hates sharing. Hates, hates, hates, hates, HATES. But if there's a door and four walls? He's pinning you to one of them with a hand over your mouth as he takes you then and there.

Although, all of that being said, I can't say he's totally against having sex in the back of the barn. Let him eat you out/suck you off and he's convinced. Seems like a fair trade to me <3

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

Fuuuck, anything really. Wearing a particularly tight set of tights? Boner. Bending down to pick up some laundry you dropped? Boner. Sitting at the table and filing taxes (Does Hyrule have taxes? Does now.), and nibbling on your pencil? BONER.

But seeing you on top of Epona, hips rocking as you goad her into a gait, chest following the flow of your hips? He's excusing himself for a moment.

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

He is one thousand percent against actually hurting you. Like that's his biggest no to ever no. He's just so much bigger and stronger than you. Who's to say the beast doesn't get the best of him? Yes, he has immaculate control over it these days, but that doesn't mean its perfect.

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

Loves, loves, loves giving. Hearing the noises his lover can make and feeling them come undone from his ministrations alone. One of his favorite things is seeing how many times he can get his partner to cum with his tongue alone. And lemme tell you, he's so good with his mouth. There's something primal about the way he goes down on his partner that's just...ethereal.

He can take or leave receiving, really. He's going to be grateful, of course, but he's going to return the favor tenfold. <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh he's all for the slow and sensual, taking apart his lover in every way he can think of. Watching as they just melt under his touch for a night of gentle touches and whispered devotions. But something about fast and rough that makes the canine part of him just howl in joy. He's all for biting along his darling's spine while pulling their hips to meet his every thrust.

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

Depends. In public? Hates them. Like I'll explain, he hates things in public. He possessive and protective over what's his. It's the canine in him. But when there's a room, and thirty minutes to spare? He's pulling you into the room, locking the door and taking you apart then and there. Watching you shake and quiver, before walking out like nothing ever happened. :D

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a huge fan of risks. He'll experiment with whatever his love wants, but when it comes to things like public sex, he's not into it. He's a humble boy who wants his private life to remain so. The view of his lover his for his eyes alone. And anyone else who dares to try even a glimpse are swiftly dealt with.

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

Has stamina for days. Have you seen him? Have you seen how he can wrangle goats the size the a small hut? How he's been on a farm, working for as long as he can remember?

Twilight has the stamina to go for hours, and he will. Anything to see the love of his life absolutely ruined.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a collar. For sure. Whether it's used on him so you can tie him up and pull him around wherever you wish, or it's used on you to keep you right where he wants you, again depends on his mood. He also owns a lasso, which he definitely uses to hogtie his beloved however he desires. The sight of the rope burn, so pretty and just a tinge of red, makes him absolutely lose his mind.

And maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out that whip he kept around. (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood. Some days he's purposefully going without a shirt, lugging around feed for the goats directly in your line of sight and making sure the sweat drips down the line of his spine just right. Other days, he's far too impatient to even consider it and simply takes.

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

Oh he's the loudest. Change my mind. You can't. He's whining, whimpering, moaning at every little touch. You can't even breath on his neck before he's keening into their neck and grappling onto his darling like a lifeline.

I'm sure if you overstimulate him just enough, you can even make him howl...Just a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's got some of the biggest tits in the group. Hands down. Play with them, gently such his nipples, play with his pecs, squish and meld them to whatever your heart desires. Suck hickeys onto them, bite at them, do whatever you wish. He's all for it. He loves when you play with them. He is nothing but a toy for you to use.

Just don't go complaining when he returns the favor.

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

Twilight is packing. He's a country boy. He's got the girth and the length enough to make his lover see stars. A solid seven inches, eight when hard, with a delicious curve that's just enough to rock against all the right spots. And, it's got a truly perfect vein running right up the underside of his shift and when it's licked just right it leaves him nothing but a whimpering mess.

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

Listen.

It's high. It wasn't before his adventure, but something about having that wolf side to him just absolute makes it sky rocket. It's only thoughts are breed, breed, breed, mate, breed, mate, pups, breed, breed.

Just seeing his lover stretch or make dinner, or tend to the horse, or breath, existing in his very presence is enough to have him rearing, ready to go, pining them to the counter and tearing anything that stands between him and his goal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Twilight falls asleep the moment his darling his safe, content and in his line of sight. He's pulling them into his chest and letting them lay there, their weight a comforting familiarity to him as sundown paints their skin a gorgeous tint of oranges and yellows.

[oneforthemunny]

thirty-four, thirty-five |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: you want to try something new. eddie's more than glad to try it with you.

contains: smut smut smut smut. not really even smut with plot, maybe a little if the plot is smut lol. oral male and fem receiving. minors dni 18+

Eddie's eyes widened, cheeks tinging pink, gawking at you with a flustered stutter. "W-What did you just ask me?"

You blushed hard, eyes looking down at your shoes. "I mean, like, would you want to do that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. "With me?"

Eddie's heart was caught in his throat, fluttered so high in his chest and lodged right in his esophagus, choking his words. His eyes batted, rounded and blown.

He knew he shouldn't be so flustered. You weren't a prude and neither was he. He shouldn't be so overwhelmed, but how could he not be? Your sickly sweet voice, so charming and delicate, asking him to sixty nine with you, try something new. So casual and darling, like you were asking him about his day. Fuck, it made his head spin- you made his head spin.

"Well, I-I mean, yeah." Eddie said dumbly, a bob of his head that sent his curls shaking and bouncing. "Of course, I wanna do that with you."

"Are you sure?" You asked, cringing slightly. "I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart." His heart swelled in the most delightful way at the endearment. "I just-I just thought it would be exciting, ya know? Something new. I read about it in Cosmo, and it seemed fun."

"Yeah." Eddie croaked, there was no way he could form a coherent sentence right now. Not with the way his cock was pulsing, blood rushing angrily and furiously, clouding his thoughts.

You grinned, wide and a little daring. Oh, he loved you.

"So...do you want to do it... now?"

"Now?" Eddie pointed in front of him. "Right now- like right now?"

You giggled. "Yeah? You got big plans I don't know about? Super busy?" You teased.

Eddie flushed, he was so easy to fluster. Your blushing boy, always so sweet to you- for you.

"Yeah, I'm booked and busy. Sorry. Make an appointment with my assistant. Maybe she can squeeze you in." Eddie grinned, hands finding the small of your waist, squeezing it lightly so you shimmied closer to him.

"Shut up." You laughed.

Eddie sucked in a breath dramatically, teeth whistling while his face scrunched up. "What if I said... make me?" Eddie asked, tilting his head sweetly to the side. "Would you?"

You flushed, heat prickling at your cheeks in a surge of. "Maybe." You shrugged sweetly.

"Maybe?" Eddie parroted with a goofy grin, his hands traveled up and down your hips, your waist, snaking over the swell of your ass with a playful squeeze.

"Don't tease me, Ed." You jabbed a finger playfully in his chest. "Trying to be sexy and adventurous. Like Cosmo said."

Eddie rolled his eyes lightly, thumbs gliding over your hips. "Well, you're always sexy and adventurous to me, babe." You rolled your eyes this time, turning to shake your head, hoping he didn't see how flustered his cheesy line made you.

Eddie's hand found your waist, pulling you back into him, brushing your hair back behind your ear, finger pad tickling the shell down to the lobe.

"Where do you wanna do this at?" Eddie asked, his nose brushing yours, bangs tickling the top of your eyebrows. "Your place or mine?" As if he didn't practically live at your house all the time.

You gave him a shy smile that had his knees buckling, heavy footed steps leading all the way down the hall, towards your own little bedroom.

He had you on top of him moments later, straddling either side of his thick hips, his hands in your hair, your waist, fumbling with your bra. Your own hands busy on his belt- a fucking monstrosity of handcuffs and chains that didn't want to open.

"Ed," You pulled apart, head dropping to get a better look at what you were working with. "You're gonna have to undo this. I-I can't figure this out." You huffed, a little frustrated, dropping your hands by your side.

Eddie smirked, easily sliding the fastener out of place, unbuttoning his own jeans while you pulled your bra off. "Easy, honey." Eddie purred, fingers slowly- calmly undoing his belt with ease. "Relax, baby. Just me." He muttered, the clinking of the chains trickling to the ground, his jeans pooling around his ankles.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his tented boxers, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs. You weren't sure why you were so nervous, it was just Eddie. Sweet Eddie, always sweet Eddie. It was your idea after all, so why was your heart hammering so fiercely in your chest?

Ever since you found the pile of dirty magazines in Eddie's trailer, you'd been a little self-conscious. Images of women and men in compromising positions, doing a number of scandalous things. The most scandalous thing you'd ever done with Eddie was gave him road head on the way to work.

From there, you'd been adamant to kick up your sex life. Pouring over Cosmo articles, sneaking into the sex shop downtown to purchase a number of toys, praying someone didn't see you- especially one of your kids. Eddie had been a little confused, but wasn't too concerned until you asked him to slap you one night. He froze, balls deep in you, stilling entirely with wide eyes.

You both decided that wouldn't be for the best. Still, even after his reassurance, kissing your tear stained cheeks and muttering sweet words to you, you still wanted to try to keep it interesting. For both of you.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" Eddie's voice pulled you out of your own thoughts, eyes snapping up to his. His head cocked to the side, eyes soft with concern. "What's the matter?"

You fidgeted, sitting back on your calves. "I- Have you done this before?" You asked. You felt silly, vulnerable.

"What? Sixty-nined?" Eddie asked, lifting a brow softly. You nodded, lip rolling under your teeth. "No, but you've sat on my face plenty of times."

"Ed," You blushed, a tiny scoff at his bluntness.

"What?" Eddie shrugged with a little grin, dimples creasing into his cheeks. "You have. So how much different can it be?"

"Ok," You nodded, sitting back up on your knees. "So you should probably lay down." You moved off the bed, standing next to him, pushing your own cotton shorts down. Eddie swallowed hard, cock jumping in his boxers. He'd seen you naked plenty of times, but it still made him flustered.

Eddie pushed his own boxers down, flinging them into a pile on the floor with your other discarded clothes. Eddie lied back, hair around him like a halo, back flat on the mattress. He lifted his head, grinning at you. "C'mon, sweetheart," Hand patting his chest, his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You twisted your hands nervously, the pulsing between your legs enough to numb whatever anxieties you had. His cock flush against his tummy, that dimpled grin behind perfect teeth. It was enough to have you climbing beside him, one knee by his shoulder, his hand guiding your leg gently to straddle his chest.

"Gotta scooch back a little, baby." Eddie patted your hip sweetly, pushing at your hip bone bringing it back towards him. "Can't reach."

"Sorry..." You muttered, breathlessly. Your hands clammy and a little shaky, scooting back further towards his face.

"Don't apologize, sweetheart." Eddie cooed sweetly, his hand smoothing down your back, calming you. "Just wanna be able to reach that pretty pussy, 's all."

You blushed, shaking your head. You looked over your shoulder, Eddie's eyes focused on your ass that hovered over his chin, his hands tightening around you. "You'll let me know if you need me to get off?" You asked. Eddie didn't reply, hands gripping and rolling the fat of your ass, to enamored with that to answer. "Ed."

"Hm?"

"You'll let me know if I need to get off? If I'm too heavy?"

"You're not too heavy." Eddie hummed, eyes trained on your slick, puffy lips. Peeking out and teasing him. He was so close, and it was taking every ounce of restraint he head not to yank you back onto his face and dive in.

"Eddie, please, I'm being serious." You whined, a small huff that bordered on desperate. "Just let me know if you need me to get off."

"I will, honey." Eddie nodded. "Just lay down on me. Let me taste you, baby, I'm dying over here."

You rolled your eyes lightly, but lowered down. Forearms on either side of his hips until your boobs were against his lower belly. Your mouth watered, the sight of Eddie's cock nearly touching your nose, red and erect, ready for you. Eddie waited for you to situate, wiggling your hips back so the tip of his nose was at your mound.

The gasp that tore from you rivaled whatever dirty film Eddie'd seen in the past. Shocked and guttural, your head tipping back, his tongue inside your folds. There was no method, no pattern, certainly no warning. His tongues swiping and licking in every direction, desperate for a taste.

"E-Ed, fuck," You whined, your head falling slightly, cheek on his leaking cock. "Slow, Ed, slow down."

Eddie didn't seem to hear, hands on either side of your hips, lapping with long stripes of his flattened tongue from your clit to your sopping hole. You whined, back arching into his touch, shaky hands reaching for his cock.

You spit in your hand, hips grinding to match the pace of Eddie's tongue, pumping his member to that same steady rhythm, thumb swiping over his leaking tip.

"Oh, baby, do that again." Eddie groaned, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs, fingers dipping into your hips. "Felt good, please."

You ran your thumb lightly over his leaking hole, circling it with his own release, grinning sloppily at the groan he gave. You flicked your wrist again, this time using your tongue to circle his tip gathering the drops of release that dribbled already. Eddie's moans were muffled in your pussy, the vibrations making you throb, clenching.

Eddie's arms made their way around your hips, locking hands behind your back and pulling you closer. Your tongue swirled around his tip, mouth hollowing to take him down your throat. You started to understand why this position was so highly rated in Cosmo. Eddie's tongue lapping at you, fingers curling deep inside you, while you sucked him down your throat, free hand cupping his sac gently.

Eddie's fingers would curl, hitting a spot in you that made you groan, eyes fluttering back with pleasure. His member still deep in your mouth, every small groan and sound you made making his brain blank with pleasure, hips bucking into your throat. You gagged, hands flattening and pushing on the wiry hair at his base gently.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered, a gasping breath that left you shuddering. His chin, nose, cheeks all wet with you. "Makin' me feel too good, baby."

"'s alright." You whispered back, pumping him in your hand, blinking back your teary waterline from the unexpected intrusion. "Fuck, Eddie, that feels good. I'm really close."

"Already?" Eddie's fingers pumped in you slowly.

"Yeah." You hummed breathlessly, thighs clenching.

"Good." Eddie grinned, pulling your cheeks apart, opening you up further for him. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna be close, holy fuck." The feeling of your tongue on his sac, licking and sucking gently, your hand still pumping him in a steady pace, wrist twisting and flicking his length in just the right way that had his toes curling.

"Already?" You teased, a tiny smile when you mimicked him. Eddie's fingers tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto him.

It became a competition, almost. Unspoken and really, the loser still won- who could make the other cum first. You tried to clench, eyes pinching shut and gasps caught in the back of your throat around Eddie's cock. He knew you were close, and as much as he wanted to let you win, the prize was too good. Feeling you shudder and moan while you fell apart on top of him, your body wiggling, desperately trying to still service him while waves of white hot pleasure tore through your seizing body.

"Ed, p-please." You whimpered, high and nasally, your own mind still reeling and numb. His tongue never stopped, lapping up every last drop of your slick.

Your brain was foggy, hand robotically pumping him through your own orgasm. You could see his legs straightening on the bed, toes curling and spreading with every flick of your wrist around him. Pushing your hair out of your face, you wrapped your mouth around him, bobbing deeper and deeper.

Eddie was still trying to catch his own breath, hands smoothing over your hips, when his hips jerked. "Ohhholyshiiiit, sweetheart." Eddie groaned. "I-I, oh shit, I'm cl-lose." His breath hitched in his throat, hips raising to the back of your throat, his own release spilling with every jerk of his cock down your throat.

Your tongue caught the majority of his release, still cupping and rolling his balls lightly, pulsing and clenching around nothing with every filthy, high pitched whine he gave you, singing your praises into the ceiling.

Eddie's chest heaved under you. Slick with sweat and maybe your release, your own chest heaving to mirror his. Your breath in, his out. A dance between your bodies, passing back and forth and back and forth. You went slack against him, cheek to his hip bone, his hands on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

Eddie was in paradise, ecstasy induced euphoria dwindling down from his own high, the weight of you on top of him, smothering him in the most comforting way.

You moved so you were still on top of him, chest to chest, your cheek against his collarbones. You'd tried to roll off, but Eddie stopped you. He wanted to feel you, feel you in his arms, on top of him, the weight of you comforting.

"Whaddya rate it?" You muttered, eyes lulling and fluttering back open.

"Hm?" Eddie hummed.

"What would you rate it? Out of five martini glasses?" You grinned, chin propped on his chest to look at him.

"A ten." Eddie muttered, still a little hazy. "A fucking ten, all of it. You, that, fuck, all of it."

You giggled, curling back into his soft skin, warm with you and the flush left behind. "Yeah," You sighed, arms wrapping around his torso.

There was silence for a moment, the hum of the AC unit, Eddie's light breaths tickling your ear. It was peaceful, dragging you further and further into serenity.

"What's the name of that magazine again? Cosmo?" Eddie grumbled, nose buried into your scalp.

"Yeah, Cosmopolitan." You nodded, looking up at him. "You gonna become a Cosmo girl? A regular reader?" You teased.

Eddie snorted lightly, chin tucking to look down at you. "If it means we get to do more of this, then yes. Consider me supreme leader of the Cosmo girls."

[unorchido]

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[heartsforvin]

hi, could you do a fluff imagine about helping vinnie shave in the morning

HELPING HAND

this idea is so cute <33 hope you like it (:

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; none! just fluff <3

summary; you help vin shave

stirring awake, you hear your boyfriend mutter profanities under his breath as he paces around the large room.

sitting up on his bed, you rub your eyes to rid the sleep, stretching your arms out after you do so.

“baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, pushing the heavy blanket out of your way so you could stand up.

vinnie goes into his bathroom again, searching through drawers to find something. you head that way, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

you kiss his back, making vinnie smile. he turns around so you two are face to face, cupping your cheeks.

he kisses the tip of your nose, making your cheeks flush. “i’m sorry to worry you, baby. i just cant find my razor and i need to shave before i leave.” he explains.

you unwrap yourself from him, helping him find it. as much as you don’t want him to shave, you know that he doesn’t like it when his facial hair grows out too much. so you decide to help.

you hear him tell you that he’s looked at every place you are, but you soon find it in the mirror cabinet.

you hold the razor up with a smirk plastered on your face. “i didn’t think to check there.” he says with a laugh.

vinnie makes his way over to you by the sink, you decide on whether to sit on the counter or use a step stool, vinnie beats you to your conclusion and grabs you a stool.

“thank you, my love.” you say before kissing his cheek.

vinnie wraps his arms around you as you look around for the shaving cream. he sees your confused expression and points you in the direction of the thing you’re looking for.

“okay.” you huff, standing back on the stool. vinnie places his hands on your hips, squeezing lightly as you squirt the shaving cream into your hand and gently smear it on his face.

vinnie chuckles softly as your hands move across his face. “that tickles.” he says the best he can without trying to get shaving cream in his mouth.

you laugh and vinnie pinches your sides as you do, making you laugh more. “stay still for me, baby. i don’t wanna accidentally cut you.”

smiling, you realize how even the mere little things you do with vinnie make you so happy. how he makes you so happy.

you kiss the tip of your boyfriends nose, making his cheeks flush red. “what was that for?” he asks as you continue to shave his face.

you smile, taking a moment to respond before saying, “you just look so cute.”

the blonde gives you a goofy smile before replying. “i look cute with shaving cream all over my face?” he asks in a sarcastic tone.

you hum in response, smiling at the boy in front of you.

you finish shaving above his lip and below his bottom one so you properly give him a kiss, getting a bit of shaving cream on your chin from his.

vinnie smiles as he swipes his finger on your chin, he wipes it on his bare thigh then places his hands back on your waist.

you bite your lip in concentration and that’s one of the many things vinnie loves about you. grabbing your face in his hands, he stroked your cheek gently, you melted into his touch.

you smiled into his hand, kissing his palm softly before removing his hands from your face and placing them back on your hips.

“just a bit longer, baby. i’m almost done.” you tell him as you rinse off the razor in the sink before patting it on a towel and continuing again.

vinnie whines like a child and you playfully smack his tattooed chest. “you’re lucky i didn’t tell you to put some clothes on before i started helping you,” you say with a laugh. “quit whining, hacker.”

vinnie stood in front of you in only his boxers, not even bothering to get dressed yet since he knew he had stuff to before he had to leave.

you finish up, getting a couple more spots you already shaved for extra measure, then rinsed the razor off and placed it on the counter.

“all done, wasn’t that bad, was it?” you asked, reminding him of his whinny mood moments ago.

the blonde shook his head, you turned around to grab a clean towel to pat down vinnie’s face with. you stepped off the stool and pushed it to the side before dragging your boyfriend closer to the sink.

“do you want my help with washing your face, too?” you ask genuinely, vinnie shakes his head.

“nah, i got it. thank you for helping me shave, though.” he tells you, kissing your cheek.

you smile. “of course, vin. you know i don’t mind, plus i love helping you out, it’s what we do.” you reply.

he turns back towards the sink, splashing water on his face before grabbing his skin care stuff. he turns back to you to ask you something. “can you grab my clothes from the closet? they should be out already.”

you nod, heading towards the large closet to grab the boy’s clothes. walking back to the bathroom, you see vinnie has the face wash in his hands but his hair isn’t out of his face.

you grab your headband you use when doing your skin care since it was the closest thing nearby, walking over towards him you call his name.

“you forgot to put your hair up, silly.” you tell him as you put the headband on and push it up his head to move his messy curls.

vinnie kisses you softly before saying, “thank you, baby.”

you smile at him and inform that his clothes are on the closed toilet seat, you hear a faint ‘thank you’ in response.

about ten minutes later the boy comes out of the bathroom fully dressed with a smile. he grabs his things from his nightstand before kissing hera’s head (who had just now decided to show up), and muffling a quiet, ‘goodbye baby’.

he walked over to his bedroom door and opened it, wondering if you’d say anything, all you have him was a huff.

vinnie chuckled and walked back to his bed, cupping your face with his hands and planting a long but soft kiss to your lips.

“goodbye my other baby, i love you.” he says, planting kisses all around your face.

you smile up at him, pulling him by his shirt to kiss him again, not wanting him to go.

standing up, the kiss soon comes to a halt, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“aw baby,” he says as he rubs your back. “i gotta go sweetheart, i’ll be back in a few hours.”

signing, you know he’s right and you know he’ll be back in a few hours, you just want a few extra minutes with your boy.

you cling to him, loving the way his body feels against yours when you two are wrapped up in each others arms.

“okay,” you breathe out, slowly letting go from the boy. “you can go, but you better make up from the hours we lost when you get back.” you tell him.

vinnie laughs, kissing your head before walking back to his door. he opens it and steps into the hall, you following behind him.

“i promise i’ll give you all the cuddles and kisses in the world when i get back, my love.” he tells you.

smiling, you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time, hugging him after.

“i love you, sweetheart. i’ll be back soon.” he says, squeezing your hand gently before letting go.

“oh and,” he stops halfway on the staircase. “thank you for helping me shave. i know it must’ve been hard for you since i know you love my facial hair so much, but i really do appreciate it.” he tells you with a smile.

“you’re welcome vin. now go, before you’re late.” you push him gently down the stairs.

“i love you!” he shouts from the bottom of the staircase.

you smile and laugh to yourself, climbing back up the stairs to cuddle with hera until you can cuddle with vinnie again.

first request ! (: i hope you liked this, anon !!! i tried my best to make sure it lived up to what you asked for <3 i really enjoyed writing this !! thank you for requesting it !!

tags: @slvthrs , @leqonsluv3r , @bernelflo <3