#I WANNA SCREAM KICKING THE AIR MY PILLOWS

[ayeyolooo]

sharing a bed with them!

GOJO!

(gojo, inumaki, geto, yuji, choso.)

GOJO!

“Satoru MOVE!” you said nudging him in his bareback with your elbow. he winced. “Owww y/n you move!” he sucked his teeth and pushed you closer to the edge of the bed. “if you push me off i promise you you coming down with me.” you said sitting up and placing on your bonnet. “ouuu do you have another?” he pointed at your pink bonnet. “no..” you side eyed him, you seen his pout which caused you to roll your eyes and walk to your dresser. you grabbed a blue bonnet and threw it at his face. “AYEEEE PERFECT THANK YOU Y/nn!!” he said doing a dance before placing it on his head. satoru was spending the night at your house because he was your childhood bestfriend and this was something that the both of you did daily. spend the night to eachothers house every friday, go home on sunday.

“listen, do not kick me. don’t put your big feet in my back, do not snore in my ear—.” saturo cut you off. “—y/n your mouth is moving like a rat.. i don’t care what you’re saying because you can’t kick me out of your room.” he said clasping his hand over your mouth and rolling his eyes. “OUCH!” he retracted his finger back as fast as a retractable lanyard. you had just bit him and he just looked at you like you were crazy. “okay run me my rounds right now l/n.” gojo said standing up on your bed having his thin silver chain dangle in the air. “boy sit down before i go tell my momma n she whoop you.” you chuckled. “or what?” he lightly slapped your cheek in a joking manner. he’s joking guys

“oh no you didn’t.” you said eying him. “and did whatchu gone do about it?” he said slicking his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers with his tongue out. “bet.” you replied standing up having gojo scream like a girl and run around your room. “WAIT Y/n WE COULD TALK SBOUT YHIS!!” he laughed. “NO!” you hopped over the bed and grabbed a pillow before jumping on him and attacking him with the pillow. ‘birds of a feather’ by billie elish was playing in the background as the room filled with your giggles and gojo’s warm laugh. your mom busted through the door with a black belt in her hand. mind yall you are almost adults (18 and 19) “why are yall in here making so much noise?” she played with her robe and looked at the both of you for answers. “well?” she asked tapping her foot and placing her hands on her shoulders. “i don’t wanna hear another sound from this room.” she said walking out of the room. both you and gojo looked at eachother and tried to hold your laughs in. by “alright let’s go to sleep sat.” you chuckled and fixed the bed, gojo . you laid on your side, gojo on his side. you turned out all of the lights having it be pitch black dark. you felt gojo’s long foot touch yours. “move biggie.” you said pushing his foot away with yours. “you should be the last one calling someone biggie ms. disco ball.” he said by placing his foot right back where it was. you just laughed and rolled your eyes, you shifted and turned to saturo who was just starring out of the window. “we have to say our prayers.” you whispered having him perk up. “i thought you’d never ask.” he smiled gently before grabbing your hand and started praying over the both of your sleep. “goodnight y/n.” gojo kissed the top of your forhead. “goodnight frosted flake.” you kissed his cheek and turned around to your side of the bed. before you know it the both of you were knocked out sleep.

awww she called him frosted flake😭😭🫶🏾. i hope you enjoyed!! jesus loves you :)

[fushiguroshotwife]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

✧┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °✧ 𝐕𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞!: this is a fic for the Freakyoncamera Collab - Took forever, sorry! But I hope you like it @kazushawty and thank you so much for letting me come here! Ily <;3 ♡Tagging : @sashi-ya my love<3

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𝐖𝐂 ! : 1,056. {💀}

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𝐓𝐖: masterbation, nipple play, fingering, strong language, phone sex/sexting, degrading kink.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: you just wanted to fuck around with your Boyfriend (Toji) but how funny that turned out (he taught you a lesson for being a brat)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ° ✧ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ✧ ° ↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡

A pillow over your head and a blanket covering your cold body, you decide to text your teasing, taunting, and nightmare-inducing boyfriend, Toji Fushiguro. Your parents had long ago warned you "don't fuck with fuck-boys," but who were you to listen? You were sitting on your bed, not sleeping at all, watching TikToks until dawn.

With your eyelids hardly able to stay open, you contacted your lover after leaving TikTok, then you decided to play around with him for a little while just for fun. Oh, how funny that turned out.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷. "heyy.. ;) "

You text wondering if he'd even reply, you cluckled nervously to yourself as you wait, 'maybe he's sleeping..' you wonder as you see him typing..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "yeah, princess?.. "

He typed back. You tuck in yourself in your bed as the night came to be darker as the night fell and the winds got colder through coming from your opening windows as it blew, you type back slowly

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " Toji.. if you were here right now in my bed.. what would you do?.."

You type, meanwhile Your hot ass boyfriend back in his house snorted at your reply and responded

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " ya 'really wanna know? "

He sent, as he grinned at your question.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " huh well yea.. "

You reply puzzled.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " if you're asking that, who am I to say no "

he cluckled deeply at your response and kicked back his crossed legs laughing to himself in his bed

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " Alright then, don't say I didn't warn you, slut.. I'd first rip off whatever you were wearing and press my hand firm against your throat make you quiver for air and make you scream my name so that everyone would hear how good you like that. If you're lucky I'd finger you until you forget your own name and make you nod your head back and forth rolling your eyes back."

you shiver, you're cold but still warm, you grab your cunt and press your fingers hard onto them digging your nails hard and deeper in as you roughly play with yourself fingering yourself hard..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " what? Are you horny already? "

You hear a ring, it's Toji, you smile a tad at his response, he was right, very right, but you wanted more from him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " Toji, tell me more, with your voice."

You reply, you so desperately wanted to hear his voice saying that, you wanted to fuck so badly.

He grins at your message and kicks his feet off to the side as he types

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " hm.. fine. "

You feel relieved, you continue to finger yourself as you reach further waiting for his reply..

then he does, he sends a voice mail with his deep raspy voice that sounds like slow breath.. " I'd press you onto to the bed and dig my nails hard into your pretty little cunt and get it wrecked and wet, wouldn't you like that, baby? " He cluckles deeply as if he was joking or taunting you but you wouldn't care, all you'd think about is the pleasure of how that'd feel, the tingling sensation of his big hard hands digging in your little cunt.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "oh.. wow ... "

You reply fast, you didn't take a second to think about it at all, you just typed like you had no time at all, he replied teasingly..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " is that all? Send it in your voice, and beg. "

He snorts and kicks off his slippers, you whimper silently as you hear a "ding!" Coming from your phone next to you, you pick it up and see his message and blush a bright pink covering your cheeks and under eyes, your eyes wided and you spred your legs a tad bit as you clear your whiney voice..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "Toji.. I—i need you..."

You say in a soft whining slow voice almost like your tearing up already.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " say the magic words."

He replied. Sitting himself straight and putting his index finger on the bring of his throat. you take your hand off your cunt and let in slip onto the rim of your shirt—pulling it a bit lower as you wait.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " say it."

He replied, his voice commanding and low and quiet but breathy. You clear your throat once again and take a big sigh..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " T—toji F—fuck me please.. "

You say in the most whiney voice you've ever shown anyone, you beg him to tell you more and more, you need him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " what a needy bitch you are, I haven't even touched you and you want that? "

He laughed coldly almost harshly as if he didn't want you to say what you did, but he did, he does, and he would love to make come true what he said he'll do..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " can you please just tell me more?.. "

You're tone is quite bratty—or at least in your hot-headed Boyfriend's eyes so.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " what a fuckin' brat you are."

He said in a a harsh deep tone. You continue to push your fingers further down your little silk top reaching for your nipples as you fiddle with them squeezing the soft tip of it and gripping it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " how 'bout I'll show you what happens to brats like you?"

Toji says in a dark raspy breathy voice while your lips quiver and depart and you feel the soft nip of your breasts in your hands.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " I'd make you feel like nothing, nothing but a pretty little hole to cum in and play with, nothing but my toy, my play thing, mine. Cry all you want, you're mine and I'll make you learn your place."

Then finally you decide to speak up, you clear your throat for god knows how many times because of how breathless you are.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " you can't just tell me all this and make me want you then leave!... "

He scoffs at your words

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " who said I was leaving you unharmed?"

He cluckles deeply

'wait.. he's coming?.. ' you thought 'oh lord.. this is going to be a long night.. '

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " you're.. coming?.."

You type back

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ " no shit little bitch, hold tight."

He said,

you clench your thighs tightly and slightly whimper,

waiting on your bed as you do so, while all this, you wonder, 'was this all a dream? I mean, I just wanted to fuck around.. maybe this was for my benefit.'

You think as you hear a ring on the door of your house, and it's none other then your taunting hot-headed boyfriend..

Toji Fushiguro.

FUSHIGUROSHOTWIFE2023/2024™ all rights reserved, do not translate, copy, use my layouts or ideas, do not repost my work even on different sites, do not steal any of my work. Do not claim any of my work as yours, like shit ain't nice.

[ieatkeyboard]

Kinktober 10 - Humping

Leviathan x Reader Note: The writers block kicking my ASSSS, I had this shit open for 6 hours. 6. HOURS. Warnings: READ THE TITLEEE, praise, reader doesn't wear underwear-

It started this morning, you gently rubbing his shoulders and kissing the nape of his neck as he got dressed. Then holding his hand on the walk to school. Bending over in front of his desk at the end of class, letting your skirt ride up and show your underwear, or lack there of. His face felt hot as he covered you with his hand, trying to stop any other wandering eyes. On your way to your final class your hand just accidentally ran over is bulge. You looked up at him and smiled, eyes big. "Aww Levi. You're all worked up! Poor baby." The walk home was even worse, needing to deal with his brothers while he was pent up. It was getting unbearable, he wanted you right then and there. But he knew better, even if he hated it.

When you finally got home, he grabbed your hand and took you upstairs. He slammed his door behind you and kissed you roughly, putting his hand up your skirt as he held your ass. Your hands went to the sides of his neck as you pressed yourself against him. "You're such a tease..It isn't fair. You go around and hang out with everyone after touching me and showing off... I don't wanna sound like Mammon or anything but you know your mine. And only mine." He spoke, you could tell he was trying to sound intimidating but his shaky hands and quivering voice gave him away. "Aww are you jealous? Of course I'm yours. All.." You kissed him again. "Yours." You watched as horns sprouted from between the blue strands on your boyfriends head and a long tail curled behind him as he took you to his couch. He laid you on the cushions before dropping to his knees, flipping your skirt up as he looked at you. "Go on, take what's yours." You spoke, and immediately handed him a pillow for his knees, which he gladly took. You moaned as his tongue pressed into you, his fangs brushing against your sensitive skin. Your hands immediately went to his hair, your eyes fluttering closed as he whimpered into your slick. His tail twisted and flicked through the air as he shoved his hips into the pillow. His body felt hot, covered in a blanket of need. The louder you got the whiner he became. His nails gripped your thighs as you screamed, your cum coating his forked tongue. He whimpered loudly, closing his eyes as he came in his pants. You cupped the sides of his face as his amber eyes looked up at you. "You're so precious"

[heelovver]

Princess treatment

Authors note: omg I’ve been getting into riize so imma start writing for them too. I’m literally married to Eunseok and Wonbin. They are so fine it makes me giggle kick my feet and bite my finger. 😫

DomWonbin X subreader oneshot

It was a weekend and like all weekends Wonbin was gaming with the guys. You never minded as long as he only play 2-3 hours then spend time with you. You woke up alone in the morning to Wonbin screaming at Sungchan. “Omg I said he was left. Sungchan look at the map. I got UAV for a reason.” You got up used the bathroom and went to make breakfast. “Babe are you making breakfast?” Wonbin yelled from the room. “Yea, just eggs want some?” You replied cracking two eggs. “Yes please.” He replied then went back to gaming. You finished cooking and brought him his plate and ate yours in the living room. After finishing you washed both of your guys dishes. You grabbed an orange and thought Wonbin would want one too. You took one to him and placed it in the desk. He looked up at you with puppy eyes saying nothing. “What? You want me to peel it?” You asked him. Wonbin nodded and smiled at you. You peeled it and even fed him as his hands were busy on the keyboard. “More please” he looked at you with that stare. You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

It was already night and he still hasn’t gone off. You’ve been waiting patiently just wanting to cuddle him. “Babe. Babe. Wonnie. Wonbin!” He didn’t hear you or chose to ignore you. You threw a pillow at the back of his head making his headphones fall off. “Ow babe what the hell was that for!” He turned around scratching the back of his head. “I was calling you and you chose to ignore me. So I threw a pillow.” He looked at you flabbergasted. “You could’ve tapped me on the shoulders?” You rolled your eyes. “I was too lazy to get up but anyways when are you getting off?” He turned back around. “With that attitude I don’t think I’d ever will. My woman abusing me when I’m just trying to relax.” He fakes wiping his tears. This honestly pissed you off. You weren’t asking for anything big. You treated him like a princess, queen even, the whole day. You just wanted time with your boyfriend and now he’s making jokes. You threw another pillow this time harder. “Asshole” you said before getting under the covers. Wonbin turned around seeing you mad knowing he fucked up. He decided it was time to hop off. “Alright guys I have to go it’s late.” He said to the guys. “Hyung at least finish this round we’re going to lose if you leave!” Anton pleaded. “Sorry no can do you’ll understand when you grow out of your “I’m a virgin and have no girlfriend” faze.” Wonbin joked before leaving the game and cutting Anton off. “Hyu-.”

Wonbin got on the bed and noticed you were facing away from him. “Babe, baby wanna cuddle?” He asked nudging his face into your neck. You nudged him with your elbow. “No I feel kinda hot.” You ignored him and payed more attention on the random video playing on your phone. “Y/n I know I played longer than expected so I’m sorry.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed. “Sorry my ass.” Wonbin stuck his tongue to the inside of his cheek and rolling his eyes from your attitude. “You wanna be a brat so be it. Your not fuckin hot. I can clearly see your hard nipples from the cold air.” He pinned you down on the bed getting in between your legs. His cold hand slips under your shirt going up lifting one side of your shirt to your breast. You shiver and look up at him. “Look at you all hot and bothered when you didn’t even want me touching you in the first place.” He smirked at you making you cover your face with your arm. “Cute” he leans down and blows cold air on your nipple making you whimper. “So sensitive princess.” Wonbin licks your nipple waiting for your reaction. Then sucks on it while his right hand plays with your right breast. “I fukin love your boobs.” He says making you arch your back and letting out quit moans. “Won-nie” you moan rubbing your thighs together. “If you told me earlier that all you wanted was my attention I would’ve got off a lot sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t tease you as much.” He leaves wet kisses up your neck to your jaw. He leans into your ears and whispers, “Now let me hear you beg for my touch.” You cover his mouth. “As if, you should be the one begging after ignoring me the whole day.” Wonbin scoff’s grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms. “You’re real brave today princess. I did make a mistake but you’re so unforgiving. Did I get mad when you hung out with Yunjin all last weekend at the mall, no. I was pissed but I didn’t say anything. Was I ever unforgiving when Jungwon clearly flirted with you and you laughed it off. Was I ever unforgiving when you threw that pillow at me, no. So I don’t understand why you’re giving me this attitude.” He leans down and whispers again. “So beg.”

“Plea Please touch me.” Wonbin smirks happily. “Where do you want me to touch you princess.” He tilts his head. “Everywhere I want you to touch me and use me however you want.” You said turning red from embarrassment. “Good girl.” Wonbin kisses you and slides off your short shorts. The kiss was needy and sloppy. He throws your shorts somewhere in the room then sits up to take off his shirt. “Since I was being a little mean earlier I’ll give you everything you asked for and more.” He pulls your shirt and his sweats. Going back for a kiss. Your tongue’s fighting for dominance ultimately Wonbin wins and stops the kiss with a bite to your lips. He kisses down your jawline to your neck. He finds your sweet spot and leaves a hicky. Then he goes over your fading hickys. Unable to control yourself you moan out loud wrapping your hand on his hair pulling. You rub your thighs even closer now and Wonbin notices. “Aren’t you needy princess?” He continues to kiss down to your breast then your stomach then finally your inner thighs. “Remind me princess who do you belong to.” He marks hickys in your inner thighs. “You Wonbin, only you.” You whimper at each of his kisses and bites. “That’s right. You’re mine princess.” He starts leave pecks on your cunt. Then finally licks your pussy slowly. This causes you to pull hard on his hair making Wonbin groan satisfied. He enters two fingers into your pussy. He thrust them in slowly making you whimper. He pulls them out and sucks on his fingers. “So sweet.” He smirks staring up at your defeated face.

Wonbin sits up and pulls off his boxers. He toys with his cock near your pussy. He rubs his tip to your cunt loving how you react to his teasing. “It’s so fun to tease you.” He barely enters you then pulls out. Giggling he finally gives in to your cry’s and enters you fully. He groans thrusting slowing back in and out of you. “Faster please.” You asked looking up at him with teary eyes. “Fuck, if only you can see yourself.” He starts to fasten his pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your moaning fills the room. You can feel him hitting just the right places every time he thrusts. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulders going even deeper. Feeling so full you start to clench. “Princess stop you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans and starts to thrust faster. “Fuck baby I think I’m gonna cum.” He closes his eyes and places his freehand on the side of your face. Wonbin leans down and kisses you intensely. You feel your stomach start to knot and you cum. Seconds later Wonbin fills you up with his cum. He thrusts his cum into you. “Fuck that was amazing.” He pulls out and flips you onto him. “You’re such a pillow princess making me do all the work.” He grins at you and you hit his side slightly. “Shut up jerk.” He kisses your shoulder with a giggle and you guys fall asleep.

[dracobrooklyn]

Wait, wait

That trope of human (or maybe dragonborn) sacrifice to appease the angry dragon

That with dragon!Durge and Tav

He refuses to eat them cuz they're too cute for that. Now they just sit on top of a pile of beautiful, soft cloth and bedding, his most precious treasure

Dragon!Durge 👀

|| MDNI || 18+ NO MINORS

Durge has been called so many names, The White Death, the Icy Tyrant, the bloody white wolf. But his real name is Durge.

His mother a white dragon that yes mated with Bhaal and she conceived her son. Named him Durge. Once he was old enough his mother was going to drive him out so he may take care of himself now but he actually left on his own. Sorry mom your not gonna get the satisfaction of kicking him out.

Durge found a Bhaal Cult in a city not in Baldurs Gate but in another part of the world. Though he had no problem proving he is the son of Bhaal, his red eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Killed a few followers just to prove a point and put the fear of god in them.

Just to add he is NOT a lazy dragon like Smaug from the Hobbit. He is very active. Yes he will sleep in his mounds of treasures and maybe clean his cave a little bit. He don’t mind a few bones here and there but he like to make an good impression to potential mates so he may spread his seed.

The Cult decided to start doing sacrifices, so they would steal virgin women (even though Durge could care less if they were virgins, just give him a poor sorry mortal he can feast).

Well… it backfired. Cause the first virgin sacrifice they saw was you. A young lady kidnapped in Baldurs Gate. You were so scared, frightened even. Crying that hoping someone would save you, perhaps a knight? An adventurer? But your stomach dropped hearing the wing beats of a dragon, a white dragon that looked as if he was stained with red on his scales as if blood was never washed from him. You had silent tears down your eyes and watch in horror, how he landed blowing cold air in your face, stalking towards you as his chest rumbles softly showing his red blood eyes glowing down at you showing nothing nothing but pure pride as if his face was saying “pathetic……” and his head tilts “and….pretty.”

The cultist chant praying for their Dragon god to take the life ready to be blessed… only for them to see Their mighty Durge snap the ropes free with his claw and snatch you away, while you screamed in fear leaving his cultists confused af… maybe he prefer to eat alone don’t like people watching him?

“So no Sacrifice?” One asked looked at each other

You on the other hand fainted. Thank Bhaal, he wasn’t sure if he could take anymore… then again it was amusing to see the fear and watch you pass out.

Later you would have woke up with fine pillows, silks, and a pile of dress’s that were just left for you. You thought maybe you could sneak out but Durge made himself known that he was curled around you staring at you as you stared back.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked

“Do you want to die?” He ask bluntly

“N-no please don’t kill me.”

“Then I won’t, besides, I don’t want to already lose my new pet.”

New pet!!? Now you just realized that you were stuck here with a monster… who kills innocent beings. Oh gods she hoped someone come and save you…

I definitely took some inspiration from my favorite Dragon artist/Writer Ciruelo who made a book of Dragons and talked about how Dragons male Dragons would get Lonely easily since they mate once a year and it’s not easy for male Dragons to become friends since they are territorial. So they pick up favorites, women of any race to keep them company, tell stories, sing songs, and cuddle………… also Fucking but Ciruelo didn’t want to put that in a kids book which I understand but I honestly can tell that was another intention the dragons had.

Kinda wanna do more… send me more ask’s about this 👀

[avenging-fandoms]

canon!rafe is so terrifying but he's literally so hot i can't.

idk but him killing someone for you is just so.....

but fanon!rafe, absolutely a sweetheart i would marry him in a heartbeat

**canon!rafe kinda**

canon!rafe would 1000% kill someone for you. he wouldn't think twice about it. cause you were the only stable one in his life so he'd do anything for you, even if that means murdering someone and dumping their body for gators to eat.

When Renfield, Rafe and Limbrey started working together to get the gold cross, you were of course in on it because Rafe was the love of your life and you would do anything for him, which meant being just as crazy and standing by his side when everything with his dad, the sheriff and John B was happening.

"It's gotta be here somewhere" You huff and kick the dirt pile from when they dug up the coffin, Rafe looking up at you as he crouched.

"Yeah, no shit, genuis" Renfield spat and you looked at him as Rafe stood up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not the one who said it was here, then dug up some dust and bones. That was your dumbass" You shot back and he came closer to you, but you didn't flinch. You knew Rafe was right there.

Renfield came close to your face, his breath nearly melting off your nose. "Or maybe it was your crazy playboy boyfriend" You shoved his chest and he cocked his arm back, Rafe grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm behind his back.

"Were you saying something?" Rafe said lowly in his ear and bent his arm tighter and Renfield winced, a smile painting your face with victory, crossing your arms.

"No.. no I wasn't" He pushed Rafe off of him, Rafe coming over to you and holding your throat, kissing you deeply. He was never scared to show he loved you, and you him. He really did love you, he just had a fucked up way of showing it.

Renfield had started to get more snippy with you, and it was getting Rafe even more angry. "Those Pogues can't do anything right, can they?" Rafe nose laughs and you stare in awe at the golden cross peeking out under the pillows that were trying to cover it.

Renfield and Rafe loaded it up and you stood at the end of the truck, bending down and resting your chin on your knee as you traced your fingers along with the detail. "Hey! Don't touch that, you could break it" You rolled your eyes at Renfield's very annoying voice, standing up and picking your foot up.

"What if I.. stepped on it?" You smile and bring your foot down closer to the cross, Renfield coming onto the truck and shoving you down before the dirt could fall off your shoe. Your back hit the cross and you gasped for air, trying to shout Rafe's name, but he saw everything, and now- red.

Rafe charged for the truck, grabbing Renfield's jacket and throwing him off the truck to where he landed on his neck and folded in half. He was breathing, but his body was done for. "You wanna assault my fucking girlfriend? You wanna fucking kill her?!" Rafe repeatedly punched this guy in the head, nose, cheeks, jaw and even his sides.

Renfield was covered in blood, as were Rafe's hands. He swore to himself softly and stood up, wiping his hands on his pants and running onto the truck. "Are you okay?" Rafe sat next to the cross and you nod, his hand on your back and you wince.

Rafe hopped off the truck and held your waist as he helped you down, looking at Renfield who laid perfectly still on the ground. "Is he..?"

You didn't see his chest moving, Rafe going over and bending down to chest his pulse, but a gun shot rang through his ears.

"Rafe!" You scream and he stands up, holding his head and heading over to you, your hand gripping his shirt. His eyes were bugged, panting as he had blood on his face.

"He wasn't to be trusted" Limbrey threw her gun and you look her up and down, clenching your jaw.

"And who's to say you can be?" You start to circle her, kicking the gun towards Rafe who held it tightly. "You tried to kidnap a child, all for what? A fucking key?"

Limbrey's eyes darted back and forth between yours, a smile on your face. "You need me, you would be making a bad decision" She spoke and you laugh, her mouth puckering a bit. You lunged at her and she fell backwards with a grunt.

A part of you felt bad, but you knew she was up to no good, and a gold cross was worth more that her.

Limbrey shouted after you two and Rafe started the engine, looking at you with a devilish grin. He pulled away and cleaned his face with a napkin and water, pulling into an empty gas station.

"I want to fuck you on top of that cross" Rafe grabbed your jaw and you bit your lip, crawling over and straddling Rafe's lap, his hand around your throat.

"But sex before marriage is a sin, Mr. Cameron" You say innocently, Rafe rolling his eyes.

"So is murder.. and stealing.." He whispered, biting your neck and you unlocked the truck.

"What're you waiting for? Go unlock it, and I'll meet you there"

[pockets-full-of-roses]

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

brief summary: james potter just wants to be regulus black’s boyfriend, pursuing him in the same way he did lily. how does regulus feel about this?

[jegulus/starchaser/sunseeker; you can find this on my ao3]

credit for dividers — @enchanthings

James Fleamont Potter wasn’t that needy. At least.. he didn’t think he was. He was a man of needs. A man of talent. And a good looking man at that.

He was the popular guy of Gryffindor. The one that knew everyone. The one that everyone knew. He threw parties and pranks, got immense love from the teachers, and could always get the girl or guy.

But Regulus Black was different.

Regulus didn’t let James “get” him so easily. He made him work for it. And that made James hold on. Keep going. Keep trying, just as he had done for Lily.

“He wouldn’t date you, Prongs,” tutted Sirius Black, dramtically sprawled out on top of Remus Lupin, who was too busy reading his book. “You remember what happened with Evans, don’t you?”

James shuddered, “I’d rather not embarrass myself again.”

Sirius shook his head, laughing. “Good choice, mate.”

Remus finally finished the chapter, sighing softly. He glanced at the two, raising a brow. “What are you lot on about?”

“Prongs keeps trying to go for my little brother. Which I still think is incest.”

“It’s not incest. I’m not blood related to you, Padfoot.”

Remus chuckled, “Tell me the story again, James. I’m listening this time.”

James groaned, laying back down on his bed. With a lot of hesitation, he nodded.

“It all started a couple months ago. I had finally figured out my love for Regulus-“

Sirius snorted. James threw him a look.

“-Anyway. I had joined this small Slytherin study group, thanks to this sweet Hufflepuff. Regulus was in it, so I was hoping to catch up with him after studying. But he’d always leave early. These two white-haired twins would pat my back — which was kinda weird now that I think about it.”

Remus closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. “Get to the point.”

“Right. Sorry. I finally got him once, after Potions. We have that with Slytherin? Erm.. I asked him if I could walk him to his next class. He obviously said no, but I guess I looked convincing enough that he didn’t retaliate after I stayed. Whatever.. I began asking him about classes, interests, and whatnot. Oh sweet Merlin, his voice was music to my ears. He wouldn’t talk at first, but damn when he did?”

James kicked his feet in the air, earning a laugh from Sirius and a chuckle from Remus.

“Then, I asked him, like I did many times already these past weeks, if he wanted to hang out sometime or be my boyfriend. He answered with a no, but I could’ve sworn there was some hesitation there.”

Remus nodded, brows furrowing in thought. James was head over heels, worse than he had originally thought.

“What should I do, Moony? You’re the love expert, aren’t you?” James pleaded, sitting up on his knees.

“I thought I was the love expert,” Sirius pouted, going to pretend-sulk in Remus’s chest.

“I think you should stop asking him to.. y’know.. be your boyfriend and try to be considered his friend. Make your way up.”

James considered, then nodded. It’ll be hard to keep those feelings down. “I’ll try, Moony.”

Those words he had uttered echoed in his mind. I’ll try.

Meanwhile, Regulus Black himself was screaming into a pillow. His friends, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier, and Pandora Rosier, sat on his bed in different positions.

Pandora sat upright, close to Regulus and patting his back. Barty had his legs kicked up on the bed, shoes and all. Evan was leaning against the bed post, sitting partially on the bed.

“What is it now, Reggie?”

“HE ASKED ME OUT AGAIN!” he groaned, voice muffled by his pillow. “AND I SAID NO. AGAIN.”

Barty rolled his eyes, nudging Regulus with his foot. “At least you know he’s going to try again. I mean.. he’s been doing this since last year or so.”

“It’s okay. You can always ask him out yourself. He’s head over heels for you,” Pandora reasoned, drumming random beats on his back.

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Oh, believe us, we can tell,” Evan scoffed with a laugh.

Regulus sat up, holding a pillow to his chest. “I think I love him.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“No..- Actually. I want to ask him out. The next time he asks me… I’ll say yes.”

The three glanced at each other, then back at Regulus. “Are you sure? You won’t freeze up again and say no?”

“I won’t.”

Regulus looked determined, and silently prayed and hoped that James would ask again. He’d say yes to him. He was like the sun to his moon, touching on every rare occurrence. They’d show them. He smiled softly, something that he hadn’t done in a while, and held the pillow up to his face with another groan.

“I wanna be your boyfriend. I wanna be your boyfriend,” his voice sang in his mind, making him smile grow.

Whatever you say, Reg, the group thought simultaneously, whatever you say.

all writing by pockets full of roses. please do not repost without permission. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 12

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

TGIFF – thank goodness its fuckin Friday! A long and exhausting week now behind you after a delicious late-afternoon nap, you can finally get your weekend going! First things first, phone. No better feeling than laying snug in bed and scrolling. Snug as a bug in a rug, want a hug?

Laughing to yourself at the internal rhyme, your carefree tone drops as anguish roils in your stomach. There are several notifications on your screen banner. But the one that makes you feel like you’re going to scream is the notification for KillerCook going live.

An hour and a half ago.

You take measured breaths as you robotically punch in your passcode and open the app, praying to any deity willing to help to keep you from missing a chance at seeing them.

Your reasons for breathing.

For going on each grueling day.

You suck in air as the app connects to your internet, only to let out a whimpering sigh of relief when you see the live is still going.

‘KillerCook is live: Kid Pirates BACA it up!!’

“GODS THEY’RE SO FUCKING COOL AND AMAZING!!!!” you squeal into your pillows. Giddily kicking your feet into the rumpled sheets, you press the volume button to its highest setting.

“Gang, thanks so much, take a moment and give yourself a shoulder pat. We’ve been live for nearly two hours and we met the donation goal in the first 50 minutes. I’ve never had to improv so much in my [redacted] life!!” the head chef gushed to the camera. “We really appreciate the enthusiasm to see us strip down and crush things in support of our biker crew chapter. Each donation means a lot not only to us but to the people its going to help.”

“Now the finale you’ve all been waiting for,” Killer teased as he and the others began to dress down into the dangerously skin tight swim trunks they wore under their respective pants.

“The big squeeze! To recap, our highest donors would get the privilege of having their user name on the melon as we squeeze them between our thighs. Who should start?”

The app notifications were pinging so fast that it sounded like the alarm itself was having a stroke.

“You can’t vote for me all 4 times,” Kid rolled his eyes, “Try again and actually follow directions!”

After an unsatisfactory stalemate, Kid made the executive decision to direct the line up. Wire was the first man to squeeze his melon.

Wire’s swim pants left nothing to the imagination, probably a bit more than he intended as he wrapped his towel around his pelvis and lower stomach.

A round, plump watermelon sat snug in his lap, the lucky patron – NightmareBeforeAugust.

“Hope your head doesn’t pop for realsies,” Wire winked before making overdramatic stretching motions. Properly limber, he adjusted his seat crossing his calves over each other as the melon began to develop bumps and tears on the skin.

Clasping his hands shut and locking his ankles tight, Wire squeezed his thighs again causing the watermelon to split vertically. Juice sprayed and splattered across his lap and chest, little chunks of melon lightly hit his face from the force.

“Juicy,” Wire laughed.

Heat was the next victim. He wore slightly looser fitting swim trunks that came down mid-thigh. His toned legs were still visible exposing his thorny vine tattoos extended down his thighs stopping at the knee.

Pulling his hair back in a loose bun, Heat lowered safety glasses over his eyes and pulled a travel-sized bottle of tajín from his pocket.

“Really, Heat?”

“What? A man has needs.”

Doing a quick stretch routine, Heat nestled the watermelon in between his thighs. The patron, SlapMyMass_ND_CallMe, was inked across the fruit with bright silver marker.

“Hey is it cheating if I’m holding it with my hands? I just wanna make sure it doesn’t slide out or anything,” Heat asked.

“Heat is weak you heard it here first folks!” Kid crowed in the background, the sunny rays bouncing off his aviator sunglasses. Heat threw a bottle of sun lotion at the redhead.

“Only if you don’t use your hands to actually break it. I don’t know, I would say its fine but we’d need to see your watermelon up close and personal.”

Moving the camera so it was right in front of Heat, “Ok viewers, call his ass out if he cheats!”

Wire was barking with laughter, “OI! JaneyM1098 says: ‘If I’m seeing his ass I’m staying friggin silent, no one snitch!!!!’”

That made Kid and Killer roar with laughter. Heat looked unimpressed with everyone.

Clearing his throat, Heat adjusted himself until he was seated in a yoga position, commonly known as the boat pose. Balancing on his sitting bones, Heat clasped the watermelon vertically in his hands, bringing them to the upper part of his thighs just before the knees.

 Hooking his ankles together quickly, Heat applied an immense amount of pressure that made the watermelon practically crumble between his thighs. Pulp and juice coats his hands and thighs – to which he grabbed his tajín powder and started lightly coating his hands.

“Heat not on camera Jesus!” Kid grimaced as the bluette licked his hands clean.

“Eat my shorts.”

“No [redacted] thanks.”

“Kid you’re up,” Killer threw a towel at the redhead’s face.

Eustass Kid has muscles for days.

His body a never ending river of waves, channels, and dips from the contours of his physique. The perfect amount of muscle to body fat ratio, a near perfect human specimen. Wearing a deep red bathing suit that really should be considered just briefs – they were a snug fit.

“I’ll bust this melon in less than 30 seconds,” Kid proudly boasted, lightly tossing his watermelon in the air. “Hey CraftyBitchNextDoor, I last way longer than that,” he winked at the camera, making the others groan.

Dropping to the ground, Kid leaned at an incline while raising his legs in the air. Putting the melon between his thighs, Kid put his arms behind his head and stuck his tongue out at the camera.

The watermelon put up no resistance as Kid’s thighs squished it, making the melon pop as the red flesh oozed from the rind and all over his body. Juice squirted out and hit his chest, running down to his lap and red chunks of flesh pooled with it as he laid back, proud of his accomplishment.

“That was 8 seconds babe!” Kid his hand up with the sign of the horns, waving it back and forth.

The notifications were beginning to buzz over the music.

“Ok these comments are way too horny for chat, you’re all perverts!” Wire admonished the viewers. “Killer let’s wrap this up, I can’t even say the things I want to say without your audience going [redacted] feral. Suffice to say, I want to shower up and clean this juice off me!”

“Oi don’t rush me, this is my show!” the blonde scoffed, peeling off his sweaty white stringer tank top. Sitting on the floor, Killer rolled the watermelon between his palms as if he was checking to find the fruit’s weak point.

Facing the melon forward so the top donator’s name was easy to see, “- _LickMeImUrLollipop thank you for being one of the most generous people that’s supported this channel. You’re donation was so large I almost wanted to deny it. I feel like I need to pay you back or something,” he chuckled.

“Ohh shit she answered!” Heat called out excitedly. “If you wanna make me dinner as thanks I wouldn’t be opposed.” Letting out a wolf howl, “Killer’s got a hot date!”

“Shut up Heat!” Killer’s neck was flushed red. “Hmmm we’ll talk Lollipop. For now, I’m gonna squish your melon. In the name of Bikers Against Child Abuse!” Killer placed the melon between his thighs.

“I hope you join us for another charity stream in the future y’all. You’ve impressed us so much and we know of a ton of places that can use help from people like you.”

Without further flair, Killer slammed his thighs together making the watermelon burst and fly apart. As red juice and flesh rained around the TikTok influencer, he took a moment to flex his biceps for the camera.

“Yeah, I did that. I slayed that!” Killer chuckled again. “Ok, I’ve getting too silly which means its time to say goodbye,” he stood up with his friends surrounding him.

“I love you all, catch you next time! This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Live has ended.

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[trash----panda]

Snek

nom story, i just wanna play with a snake, i promise nothing

You wake up, your wrist are sore from the rope that had been digging into them previously, as you stare at them you're pretty sure that mark is gonna be there awhile. Slowly your surroundings come into focus, the whole room is swaying, you arent sure if that's from the hit to your head or the room really is moving, all you can determine for sure is the room is made of wood. The air is almost salty, you sit up to get a better view noticing that you are laid out on a pile of pillows. It's weird, some of these pillows are much too big to be human, something moves, something beneath the mass of pillows stirs. You feel your heart skip a beat as you watch, the black "pillow" not too far from you start to... Slither? Oh gods it's slithering, you fall on yourself as you sprint to get away from the pile, your legs too weak to hold you up leaving you to watch the massive snake reveal itself, it's tall, tall enough it almost touches the ceiling. He looks at you, his black and white stripes making a hypnotic pattern as it moves towards you, scooping behind and pulling you close. He's silent as he pokes and prods at you, you cant tell what he's doing but you're sure you're about to die. He gives a soft scoff-like laugh as he lifts you, taking your hand gently and licking the wound. You scream kicking him in the face, managing to get yourself dropped wasting no time in a mad dash for the barrels. He doesnt see where you went, hissing as he rubbed the scuff mark on his scales. Your wrist doesnt hurt anymore at least, wait, you stare, it doesnt hurt anymore. You hesitate, hearing him start to move boxes looking for you, peeking out "s-sorry" he looks at you, looking more exasperated than angry, scooping you up once more.

"do that again and im throwing you in the ocean, got it?"

You give a little nod

He rubbed his face again, reminding you you just attacked him "can i... make it better?"

He flinches, thinking about it a second before huffing, glancing up towards the deck. His tounge flicked just like a regular snake, you had no idea what he was checking for but it was cool seeing him do it. After he seemed satisfied with what he smelled he turned back to you "you can rub my tummy"

You were caught off guard by that, what did he mean, it didnt sound too dangerous though, might take awhile with his length though. You gave a small and hesitant nod "just put me down and i can get started"

He smirked a little "ok, but just remember you agreed to this" something about his smile made you already regret this.

Instead of putting you down he opened his mouth, pushing your face against his tounge before you could yell, he was being carful about how much noise you made. No matter how you thrashed he seemed unhindered, using his hands to hold your arms to your side as he slowly worked you into his mouth, a soft purr starting to rumble from up ahead of you. You tried to kick but that only seemed to lurch you forward, his lips touching your hips now as your face got smooshed against his throat. You squeaked before the muscles grabbed on, starting to tow you down, he didnt need his hands anymore just letting gravity do the rest. The journey down was slow, but it gave you time to calm down, your struggles doing nothing but smearing spit in your hair. You were squeezed into a roomier organ, just barely less squeezing, you knew where you were thanks to the groans that came from the walls. He rubbed from the outside, yawning as he went to lay down "you rub, and i'll let you out after my nap" he purred, curling up. At least you were warm now.

[purplehelleborewrites]

Bite Back

The Price of Flesh fanfic, JackxTrans masc main character.

Warnings/notes: Graphic sexual content, violence, non-con, threats of non-con, mild transphobia, "drugged" non-con, threads of genital mutilation.

Minors DNI. Please read and abide the warnings, I'm not fucking around with them.

Fuck you, Derek.

I slid down loose sand to the shaded fissure below, keeping my balance with my hand against the rocks. The canteen around my neck--my prize for sucking his worthless dick--bounced against my chest, and I eagerly unscrewed the cap.

My first sip was to rinse the iron-bitter taste of blood and cum out of my mouth, spit at my feet. The rest disappeared down my throat before I could stop myself, gasping for air as the last drop slid across my slashed tongue. Mind calmed by the lukewarm water, I took time to search around.

Kicking a dead lizard aside, I climbed down deeper, blue catching my eye. Water.

I scrambled to my knees beside it, plunging the canteen into the water. As it filled, I froze in place. Something about it smelled…off. Chemical. Dangerous. I replaced the canteen around my neck--at least it was wet and cool against my chest--and stood.

The sky was darkening already, dotted with more stars than I’d ever seen in my life as a city boy. Beautiful, but the chill of night in the desert was starting to sink into my bones. Taking a deep breath, I climbed back up the fissure and into the open desert.

Lights in the distance pointed me toward the camp. I moved slowly, silently, towards it. Maybe it would have tools. Water. Food. That was, if it was empty and not full of assholes waiting to kill me.

It was empty. I rifled through their little stockpile, and my stomach sank. Only empty canteens. I took the one from around my neck and carefully stashed it between the others. Maybe someone would drink it. Hope you shit yourself inside out and die.

I moved back through the open desert at a slow run--too dangerous, too open--and climbed up the hill. A quick search found a pair of rocks I could sleep between, curled up like an animal but protected from the cold breeze that had picked up. Pillowing my head on my arms, I closed my eyes.

There was no way I would sleep. I could hear every shift of sand, every pebble tumbling away from where my body curled up tighter. This couldn’t be safe. Derek would find me again. Or that asshole in the dog mask. They would do to me what they did to that poor blonde girl. My body was quickly going numb with fear, but exhaustion ripping my consciousness away.

The next thing I knew, sunlight burned through my closed eyes. I groaned, wishing I had more water, and climbed down the hill. No Derek in the open desert, no sound of the four-wheeler, but I made quick work crossing it anyway.

As I made my way back down the fissure again, I heard screaming. A feminine voice. I got down low and crept closer.

Jack had the woman with the nosering on the ground in front of him, and kicked her in the stomach. “You’re fiery. I like that,” he chuckled and tipped his mask up to drink from the canteen that hung at his belt.

I don’t know what the fuck possessed me, but I grabbed the nearest rock and threw it. It bounced against his back and clattered to the ground. “Hey!” I shouted, my dry voice cracking.

He turned instantly, eyes narrowing. “Oh, you wanna play hero, cunt boy?” he taunted. He left her on the ground and stalked towards me.

I retreated until my back hit stone, and curled my hands into fists.

Jack barked a laugh. “You think you’re a match for me, tough guy?” He grabbed me by the collar when I swung in at him, slinging me back into the wall. “Come on, then.”

Hands shaking, I lunged at him again.

He dodged me easily and knocked me to the ground with an elbow to my back.

I tried to roll over and get back up, but he kicked me first, the air whooshing out of my lungs. Groaning, I curled up to protect my stomach.

“Fine. One cunt or another…” he grabbed the back of my shorts and underwear, pulling them down at once while I kicked at him. He stopped when they got to mid-thigh and was so still that I finally looked back over my shoulder at him.

He swayed unsteadily on his feet, and stumbled towards me before crashing down on top of my legs so suddenly that I yelped, scrambling back from him.

The woman approached and looked at me, then at him, then at me again. “Did you do that?”

“I left a canteen at the camp. I think it’s poisoned water but…” I looked at Jack. His chest was still rising and falling. “He’s alive. Um. Also, I’m Ian,” I said as I got to my feet and pulled my shorts back up.

She nodded. “Jacqueline. We need to get out of here in case he wakes up.”

“I think he’s awake, but I get what you mean. There’s a hill not far from here if you cross the flat open part by the camp. Just stay towards the crooked rocks.” I stared down at Jack, the cold reality of what he was about to do to me making my stomach lurch.

“Thanks.” She turned to leave, then paused when she saw I wasn’t following. “Are you coming?”

Rage bubbled in my chest. The longer I stared at Jack’s prone body, the more I wanted to take a rock and bash his brains out. “Soon,” I said, the word sharp-edged.

Jacquline nodded slowly, and jogged off.

I kicked Jack in the face, hard enough that his mask flew off. The face underneath was handsome, even with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. If we’d met any other way, any other place, I’d find him hot, but like this…

“Can you hear me, motherfucker?” I snarled at him, looking around. I didn’t see a rock big enough to do what I wanted, so I kicked him again, this time in the stomach. His eyes widened, and I kicked him again, and again, but he didn’t scream, or move except with the force of my foot.

Panting, I dropped down beside him on my knees, and grabbed his belt, ripping his pants open. I wasn’t thinking--I just grabbed his dick. I wanted to rip the fucking thing off. Shove it down his throat until he choked to death. I yanked and I heard him intake a hard breath, dick twitching in my hand.

I stopped. And stared. He could feel this. I laughed, and felt something in me crack. All of this pain, being hunted, being terrified, and he was. Completely. Helpless. I could do anything I wanted to him.

“Hope you like friction burns, asshole,” I growled as I stroked him, fast, dry, and rough. He quickly grew hard in my hand, and I stopped when I felt him starting to drip precum. What the fuck am I doing? The logical part of my mind screamed, but I shoved it down.

“One cunt or another, right?” I got up and pulled my shorts down with shaking hands. Kicking them aside, I straddled him, aiming downward and spitting on his dick. He stared up at me, eyes fixed between my legs. “This is for me, not you,” I said, and guided him inside of me as I slammed my hips down on him.

I didn’t need the spit. A shocking amount of wetness gushed from me as our bodies met, driving a moan from my throat. I slammed my hands against the ground for leverage, gritting my teeth as I rode him.

“How does it feel being the one being violated?” I demanded through pants, grinding my testosterone-fat clit againt his body, shuddering at the feeling.

Jack said nothing, but his chest rose and fell quickly, eyes focused on my face.

I leaned into him harder and sped up. I didn’t expect to enjoy this--I just wanted to hurt him--but every time his cock buried to the hilt, I groaned. The sweet sting of pain of him stretching me open, the burn of the sand under my knees, just added to the pleasure.

God, I didn’t want this son of a bitch to make me come, but the sick rush of power combined with the swell of my clit against his body, made my legs muscles tighten and shake. I’m so fucked up, I’m so fucked up.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I came, frantically riding out my orgasm until I sagged, exhausted.

Jack twitched hard, and even in my stunned haze of pleasure, I scrambled off of him so he wouldn’t come inside of me. I was just in time to see him come, white shooting all over his shirt, his jacket, his jeans. The mess made me smile.

I stood and dressed with trembling, fumbling hands. I’ll go find a rock, end this all--

His hand moved towards me.

All of my rage drained away and I ran, scrambling up the side of the fissure, blindly sprinting into the open desert. My heart was going to explode in my chest. He might find me. He might catch me, but a small part of me was at peace with that.

No matter what he did to me, I’d bite back again.

[roosterbruiser]

me. i wanna talk about dream pop lover. genuinely the most precious jake ever he’s sooooooo *screams into a pillow and kicks my feet in the air and writes in a diary about him with a glitter pen*

THANK YOU I AM ALSO KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING AND GIGGLING AND BLUSHING!!!!

you know this is literally how he posts up when Goldie is talking to him on the phone:

let's talk about DREAM POP LOVER

[a-kaash-me-outside]

hi~~~ (◕ᴗ◕✿)

I AM BACK and oh my goodness, tori, this is gonna be a long ass ask i'm sorry in advance sjksjksjsk

first of all, i am GLAD that our friend group rn is the 3rd gym likeeee YAAASSS I WILL BE SEEING MORE OF BOKUTO!!! (and of course, akaashi, kuroo, and tsukki too) i luv luv luv akaashi's sassiness and bokuto's bluntness, the scene where samu was looking at us had me cackling oUT LOUD JSKJSSJK

and the whole convo of samu and us???? and all of us just flirting???? I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD FR FR and then samu hits us with “just the stars aligning or somethin.” PLEASE MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT THERE SKSJKSJSK bc like that's the most romantic thing ever YET the hottest thing ever also??? bc he has his arms WRAPPED around our waist and then when we were dancing and samu's fingers were hooked into the waistband of our skirt AND THEN ghosted over the lace of our underwear??? PLEASE MY TOES WERE CURLING IT'S TOO MUCH THIS SCENE IS SO SOSOSOSO SOS GOOD but he didn't stop there when his nails scraped the soft skin of our hips I REALLY THOUGHT I WOULD DIE RIGHT THEN AND THERE OMG JUST THINKING ABOUT IT NOW JUST MAKES ME GO FERAL AAAAHHCK

and then the magical thing that we did in the bathroom (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

i won't go into full details bc i don't wanna spoil anything but DAMN did it make me scream into my pillow and kick my feet in the aIR !!!! him saying these things:

“s’pose you might need something to call out when i wreck ya, huh?”

“don’t matter to me, princess, as long as it’s coming out of your pretty mouth, you can call me whatever you want.”

“look at me, dove. you can watch later, but right now, i need to see your pretty expression as i spear ya, okay?”

MADE ME LOSE MY FRICKIN MIND FR FR HIS CONFIDENCE IS SO SOSOSOSO SOSOSO SOSOOS HOT LIKE YES, SIR, I WOULD BE GLADLY RAILED BY YOU OMFGGGGG

i was momentarily sad bc of the awkward goodbye. i thought it would be a week– no, at least a month before we see him again but nooooooo bc

AAAAAAAHHHHSHSHSHSHHS

THAT IS FREAKIN GENIUS!!!! I LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV THIS TROPE SM!!!! I AM SCREAMIIINNNGGG

okay, chapter 2 :>

atsumu is so funny in this ngl he's supposed to be the eldest, right? but he acts like the youngest and i am cacKLING but then samu just told him off with a low and commanding voice, lemme tell you, my knees buckled at that moment shhshshshs and he was so!!! UURRGHH caring and accommodating!!! like he really wanted us to feel comfortable like PLEASE SIR HAVE SOME IMPERFECTIONS, WILL YA???? you can't keep raising the bar!!! i would die alone (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭)

i'm HONESTLY surprised that we lasted four months. like imagine, four months of that tension??? every week??? i cannot. we and samu was a saint for having that much self-restraint. but IF that were me, i wouldn't last a week. i would prolly be caught staring at him with lovey-dovey (wide blown) eyes, and given samu's personality, he would prolly take care of me if i ask him to shksdhjk and i would prolly let him take care of me if he wanted to bc i am marupok like that

AND TAKE CARE OF US HE DID. he's so good at doing it, and he looked so good at doing it.

head empty, thoughts hazy. that's it. all i could think of was how samu was manhandling us while railing us. that's it. i. was. losing. my. frickin. mind... AND THE PET NAMES !!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS !!!!!! i cannot anymore hhnnggg

i absolutely luv luv luv luv luv this fic!!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ and i'm glad that i have something to look forward to on wednesdays again~ (aside from skip and loafer) more motivation for me to keep pushing through every week!! i cannot wait to see how our emotions would develop and how it will affect our work relationship bc you know, we looooove slow burns ^^

oh! also, do you remember the time when i told you that i was a samu enthusiast before twrt??? and that i became a tsumu enthusiast when i read twrt??? yeah, you done good on pulling me back (//▽//)

i hope you have only the bestest days ahead, babe!! ily!!

megumi babe! hi! <3 <3 omg. i love the long asks YOU KNOW THAT. i highly welcome them always, never need to apologize. i am sosoosososos glad you love it and all of your kind words and AHS at me are just so appreciated. I look forward to them every week. hehehe AND GOOD YEA GOOD samu > tsumu so. you're valid for that. ilyilyily.

[virovirokun-has-adhd]

SCREAMING AND PUNCHING THE AIR AND RUNNING AROUND AND STUFFING MY FACE IN A PILLOW AND YELLING AND KICKING MY LEGS >X33 !!!!1!!!1!!!111!!1!!1!!1!11!!1!1!!!!!/VVVVVVVVVVVVVPOS

ough now i wanna put stickers of our interests all over you as a show of love

how dare you not be a robot , how dare you be confined to this stupid body of flesh and meat

and also how dare the ocean seperate us </3

okay I get the sentiment around the android hornyposting, but what about the wholesome stuff.

-hearing your partner, or friends fans spin down as they get more comfortable while you cuddle. -switching their LEDs to match your favorite color/whatever color you're wearing -deliberately decreasing cooling efficiency to be warm to the touch -being willing to ask for help with internal maintenance because they trust you

-being able to tell when they're thinking more/less as the speed of their fans/cooling pump/the temperature they are changes

-having panels with stickers of interests you share that they change to when they know they're going to be with you

-asking your opinion on different chassis layouts, and seeing them the next day after they've applied your opinions without telling you they would

[bigtittydemonwife]

❝The Halloween party massacre❞

⤷ Summary: Toby takes a liking to you and decides he doesn't want you dead

a/n: originally this was meant to be a scenario with multiple pastas but I made Toby's so long I got into it and decided to make it a standalone thing

Tw: descriptions of violence and injuries

October 31st, 11:30pm

It was Halloween night and you were at a friend's house, she was holding a big party to celebrate her birthday. At first you thought it sounded really fun but now that you were here, blaring lights in your eyes, music pounding in your ears surrounded by a bunch of drunk people dancing you really felt like just going home and watching a scary movie while eating some candy.

You put your cup down and turned to look for the exit when someone caught your eye. A boy you hadn't seen before was leaning against the wall by the door, just looking at the people trying to ignore Chad talking to him. He looked obviously uncomfortable and cracking his neck more often than a normal person would, you decided why not.

You walked over to the guy, ignoring Chad you smiled at him.

"Hell of a party right? I like your costume!"

Chad laughed and put his arm around your shoulders making you cringe, he smelled like alcohol and b.o.

"Heyyyyyyy (y/n!!" He drawled, obviously too drunk to control his volume. "Look at him! He's like...twitching? Is he having a seizure?? OH NO DO I NEED TO CALL THE AMBULENCE? IM DYSLEXIC I CANT"

You covered your ears and sighed, stifling a laugh at his antics, "I'm sure he's fine Chad, now why don't you join Kat on the dance floor?" You guestered over to his girlfriend who was doing a drunken rendition of Rasputin.

As he left you turned back to the guy, "Are you okay? I don't wanna be rude but do you need anything?"

He looked at you, then shook his head, then his shoulders. You didn't want to be to loud but it was kinda hard to hear over the music

"I really like your costume!" You had no idea who he was supposed to be but he looked cool, plus his hatchets looked so real.

He smiled at you...you think. When he spoke his voice was muffled and raspy.

"Thanks, I like yours! I really like the Halloween movies"

"Nice, Have you seen the new one yet?"

He nodded, "Yeah, uh, I, I had mixed feelings"

"I know right? I liked it but it didn't really feel like a Halloween movie"

"movie" He echoed in the same tone, to which you nodded

"Yeah, like it was supposed to be Micheals last movie and homie was barely in it"

He nodded, before cracking his neck again and you decided just not to bring it up.

"Do you have a favourite scary movie?" You asked him

He hummed, "I like The Thing, I uh.....like aliens" he trailed off and you gasped in excitement

"Holy shit me too! Aliens are so interesting! And it would be dumb to think we're the only living things in the universe right?"

"Right!" He nodded, this time you were much more confident in your belief he was smiling.

"Oh sorry I didn't even introduce myself!" You realised you still didn't know his name, "I'm (y/n), it's nice to meetcha!"

He hiccupped, or maybe squeaked, "I'm Toby"

You smiled once more, and you opened your mouth to ask his number, when out of nowhere you heard a scream, and saw your friend Abby running up the stairs to her bedroom, tears running down her face.

"Oh shit" you cursed before turning to Toby "I'm so sorry I really need to go check on my friend, I'll catch up with you afterwards!" You didn't give him a chance to say anything before you ran after her.

You and another friend Iris tried to open her bedroom door, it was locked, you knocked.

"Hey girl open the door before I kick it down"

With a click the door unlocked and Abby ran back to her bed, shoving her face into her pillow

"What's wrong?" You sat next to her, she started to speak but she was doing that type of crying where you cry so hard you have to gasp for air so you hugged her, "calm down," Iris spoke softly "tell us when you're ready"

She cried into your shoulder for a bit while Iris rubbed her back

"Hey I know this is a really emotional moment for you but I gotta ask where did you get that eyeliner? It hasn't smudged a bit"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes "It's sharpie"

"Oh," you nodded which made her giggle

"Fuck don't make me laugh I'm supposed to be sad"

"Right sorry, you wanna talk about it now?"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes before showing you her phone, photos upon photos of her girlfriend, texting and kissing a man and the texts were.....explicit.

You and Iris looked at each other before frowning

"I'm gonna kill her"

Abby laughed again, but this one sounded more bitter, "don't"

"Seriously Abs, why the fuck would she cheat on you on your birthday? Fuck why would she cheat on you PERIOD?"

She choked and wiped her nose, "she, she said she didn't want t-to lie to me anymore, that she was in, in love with him, she even told me I was being dramatic! Apparently half of our group already knew!!"

"What?!"

Okay, that was it, you looked at Iris "Can you stay up here with her for a second"

She nodded "Break her nose for me"

"I'm not just gonna break her nose, I'm gonna fucking kill her"

You shut the door behind, walking down stairs with the new purpose of beating a hoes ass, as you descended the stairs you heard a scream, then another.

You walked into the living room expecting something crazy to be going on, and to be fair, something was.

Abbys girlfriend lay in a pool of blood by the punch bowl, a large amount of holes in her stomach leaking blood into the wooden floor. The knife still sticking out of her stomach. You froze, your legs seemed to be stuck to the floor and you took in the sight, when the smell of metal and Raspberry hit you your eyes watered and your throat burned, you were gonna throw up.

A loud bang and scream finally seemed to catch all the drunken kids attention that something was wrong, thats when all hell broken loose, people ran left and right and you saw a tall pale man come out from the room next door, he apathetically yanked the knife out of her body before turning to you. His dark eyes lit up as his already wide smile seemed to crawl further up his face.

Your body screamed at you, and you bolted, he followed soon after running into the kitchen you grapped the first thing you could see, a bottle of windex, having no time to think you sprayed it in his eyes and you ran.

You ran to the front door, it was chained shut. You cursed under your breath and ran upstairs.

Running up to Abbys room you pulled the door open and tried to shut it quickly but still quietly, you locked it behind you while Iris and Abby looked at you confused.

"Can she fight?" Iris asked "Or did she bring her cuzzies around cause I'll beat they ass too" she said as you caught your breath.

You hushed them, turning off the lights and barracading the door,

"What's wrong?" Abby whispered to you, you grabbed them both and shoved them into the closet, a place they both knew well. Pulling clothes on top of them you shushed them both

"Someone's in your house" you whispered and the colour left Abbys face "Someone's," you paused unsure of how to explain "Someone's dead, and he's got a knife" Iris grabbed Abby as Abby let out a sob. "Call 911" you whispered before shutting them in.

You looked at the window, and as you suspected, it was too high up with bottles and cups waiting for you at the bottom, not a soft landing. The door behind you started thudding, leaving you no choice but to dive under the bed like a basic bitch.

The door banged, whoever was behind that door really wanted to come in, you heard something crack and silent tears started to role down your cheeks as the terror started to sink into your gut that this may be the day you day. You clenched your eyes shut and tried to control your breathing, comforting yourself by trying to delude yourself into believing that you were the final girl (I'm using the troupe by its name here but it is not meant to specify gender).

Suddenly the banging stopped and you opened your eyes. You paused, peaking out from under the bed when you heard a creak from behind you that made your blood run cold.

'The crazy bastard climbed though the window!' You thought, then you realised, you'd never heard the guy by the doors footsteps, meaning....

There was someone else.

You wanted to scream, to yell, to run far away. But all you could do was freeze, scared to move, scared to breath as you watched as the intruders shoes.

He walked over to the door, strangely not choosing to remove the barricade, and instead he walked towards the bed. You're stomach dropped.

'No, no, no , no, no' You begged any creature that would listen tjat he wouldn't look, but you knew he'd be stupid not to. You held your breath, when you saw the closet door slowly open and Abby and Iris sneak out slowly, Abby carrying her Hello Kitty bat and Iris holding her pocket-knife.

'No, no, no, no" You tried to silently will them both back into the closet (as their family did many times) when suddently the man dropped onto his knees and peaked under the bed. The world frooze.

"Toby?" If he hadnt have tilted his head in response you wouldnt even have know youd spoken out loud, and he froze. Untill a loud sound and him nearly falling over let you know they had both had indeed whacked the man - Toby, upside the head.

You crawled out from under the bed as he slowly turned to her, rubbing his head as he cracked his neck.

"That wasn't very nice" Abby took a step back and stumbled over a misplaced shoe landing on her ass. Iris stood in front of her, still holding the knife. Sirens could be heard in the distance as you rifled though Abbys drawers to look for anything useful.

You couldn't manage to find anything, you turned back to your friends desperately, Toby took another hit from Iris, looking at her before pulling the knife out emotionlessly and throwing it aside he shoved her aside and knelt down next to Abby, whispering something in her ear before running to the window and jumping away, landing on the bottles before running into the woods.

The sirens were outside now, you ran to your friends, holding each other as you all cried you looked at Abby,

"What did he say to you?"

Tears fell down her face and you couldn't tell if it was from fear, trauma or relief since you could hear the cops downstairs.

"Happy Birthday"

[moonlight-prose]

♱ LOVE POTION ♱

a/n: i am posting this a day late which i didn't mean to do! kinktober is kicking my ass and we're barely getting to the end of the first week. but i am determined to fucking finish the list this year. i hope y'all enjoy!

day seven - squirting | kinktober 2022

summary: eddie acquires a new taste.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation.

“Eddie!” you squealed so loud you were afraid his neighbors would hear you loud and clear. Who were you kidding, they definitely heard you. Each and every time you made the choice to come home with him they heard you—if their glares the next morning were anything to go off of.

Your fingers dug into the bedsheets, head pressed into the pillow until your ears were muffled. You were pretty sure if you tried to say anything else all that would come out of your mouth was his name—like it had been for the past forty minutes. He asked to go down on you. Which wasn’t something you ever said no to when it came to Eddie, but then he kept going. Refusing to let up until your eyes were crossed and your thighs were shaking from simply being up on his shoulders for so long.

His head lifted, chin dripping in your multiple releases and you came to the conclusion that he had never looked so hot before in your life. If you still had some coherency left in your mind you’d tell him that. But his fingers were curling towards the spot in you that forced words out of your head faster than his name spilled from your lips.

Keening, you felt your stomach tighten to an almost painful degree, his name being let out into the room again at a decibel loud enough for all of Hawkins to hear. You’d be lucky if you could fucking walk tomorrow.

“I can’t,” you managed to mumble, his fingers still pumping in and out at a leisure pace. Yet even with just that he sent you hurtling towards another orgasm. One that felt entirely different from the others.

Eddie smiled, pressing a wet and messy kiss to your right inner thigh. “C’mon baby I know you got one more in you.”

You blamed your body for the way it reacted to his slurred words, as if he was drunk on the taste of your pussy. Gasping for air, you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, dragging them back into you. That was all it took for him to duck down again, his tongue circling at your clit and drawing the pleasure so taut in your body you were afraid you would combust.

Yanking at his hair, you tried to make some sense in your brain, but his fingers were speeding up and he was sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. Something was building up in your body—a different feeling from before—and you chased it. Grinding your hips against his face, your mouth fell open when he began to press a fourth finger into you. The stretch burned slightly before melting away into an insurmountable amount of pleasure.

“Fuck!” you screamed, digging the side of your face into his pillow that was wet from your tears.

He moaned, his eyes falling shut as you leaked into his awaiting mouth. Every swipe of his tongue drove you even higher and you weren’t sure whether to tear him away or press him even closer.

“You taste so good,” he groaned, grinding his hips into the mattress at the sight of you begging him for mercy.

“I can’t.” You were breathing heavily, your eyes screwed shut. “I–It’s too much.”

He nibbled on your thigh, fingers spreading your pussy for him to see fully. “One more,” he murmured. “Can you give me that princess? You’re so beautiful when you cum I just wanna see it one more time.”

Opening your eyes, you met his and nearly shattered right then and there. His pupils nearly swallowed the entirety of that brown you loved so much. A wide grin on his face made him look as if he were four beers in and absolutely craving more. His hair was mussed, a shine on his lips and chin that caused heat to coil deep in your stomach, spreading to the very tips of your toes.

You wanted to give him what he wanted; the need to satiate the growing hunger in your body worse than before. So you agreed. Said yes baby I can give you one more, and lost all the breath in your lungs when he sealed his mouth over your pussy.

He doubled down on his efforts, driving you to the very edge within moments. Tugging sharply on his hair, you felt something in you shift and with one more strike of his fingers curling into you and his tongue laving over your clit, you snapped.

Your back arched off the bed as you screamed his name. White flashed behind your eyes; the searing orgasm you’d been reaching for now slammed into your body with full force. It rendered you immobile, forcing you to simply take every blissful second of it. Eddie moaned, working you through your release with fast thrusts of his fingers, his hips thrusting into the bed the longer you kept going. Until eventually you felt the pleasure shift into a sharp pain and you had to drag him away by his hair.

Panting, you tried to shift your legs off his shoulders, but found that the rest of your body wouldn’t respond to your wants. It’s as if Eddie had cut off any messages meant to travel to your brain—leaving you to just lay there. The inside of your thighs felt wet with something, the air now causing you to shiver.

“Eddie?” you breathed, cracking your eyes open to see his blurry face hovering over yours.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“What was?”

“You came so hard you squirted.”

Your eyes opened fully, disbelief taking over your still numb mind. “I—what?”

Taking in his demeanor you saw the way his face and chest were covered in a shiny slick. It wasn’t until he began dragging his fingers through it and sucking it off did you realize that you did that. That was yours. You weren’t sure whether you should be embarrassed or turned on, but his reaction caused the latter to win that internal war.

Dragging him closer, you pressed your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Can you make me do that again?” you breathed.

You’d never seen him smile so wide before, his lips attaching to yours for a moment, his tongue sliding hotly against yours.

“I’m planning on it, princess,” he replied. “I want you to squirt in my mouth again. Taste’s so fucking good I’m gonna crave it all the time now.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, already kissing his way down your body until he was positioned back where he was before. A lazy grin on his lips and determination in his eyes.

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)