#I just can't. do door to door or phone calls

[catbolt]

Sylus is not-so-subtly using Mephisto to spy on you while he's on a business trip— something you realize immediately as you're lounging on the couch watching TV in one of his t-shirts and hear a sudden tap-tap-tap from outside the balcony's sliding glass door.

You squint, adjusting your glasses to see a familiar red eyed crow cocking his head at you through the window. "Really?" You murmur with a smirk, getting up to pull open the door. Mephisto hops onto your shoulder with a rusty-sounding squawk.

"How long have you been out here?" You murmur good naturedly, ruffling the bird's feathers. The apertures of Mephisto's mechanical eyes restrict and dilate as he registers your face. "Hey, Sylus," you say with a wink, knowing he's listening through Mephisto.

As you return to the couch, setting Mephisto on the coffee table across from you, a text buzzes through on your phone that confirms your suspicions. "I like you in that shirt."

You smirk, standing up to strike an exaggerated pose in front of the bird, showcasing how oversized the shirt is on you. "So sexy, right?" You tease sarcastically.

Sexiest thing on the planet, Sylus writes back. Maybe I should come back home early to take it off of you.

"Maybe you should," you say, watching Mephisto preen his feathers. "How many more days?"

Three, baby, Sylus responds. Mephisto can keep you company in the meantime.

"Mephie can't talk," you retort, talking into the silence. "And he needs his gears oiled, by the way. He creaks like an old man when he walks." You can practically hear Sylus' thick, rumbling chuckle when he responds with as string of laughing emojis.

"I'm getting lonelier by the second," you whine. "Seriously, it's been like two weeks now and you've been too busy to call. I worry about you, you know?"

There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I'll be home before you know it.

You roll your eyes at his placating text. You aren't trying to be clingy, but this is the longest the two of you have ever been apart, and the persistent aching feeling of missing him is starting to wear you down. "I know, I know," you mutter, waving him off. Your phone buzzes again.

In fact, I'll make you a bet. If I'm home before you know it, you have to do whatever I say. Agreed?

"Oh, please," you snicker. Mephisto fluffs out his wings. "Fine. Whatever you say." You know he's just trying to get you to stop being mopey.

Anything I say?

"Anything," you concede, lying back to absentmindedly resume scrolling through the TV channels.

Perfect. As if on cue you hear three hard knocks on the front door.

"Son of a..."

[A/N]: adapted from a request by @harukablossomsblog~ hope you enjoy!

[isaisliterallyhim]

heyyyy love your fics <333

can you do sugar daddy Kaiser who's always been rude and rough with reader but one day when he realises he's falling in love with them he's really gentle, asking how they feel and praising them? if possible can you do fluff along with nsfw???

ahh hii anon!! thank uu i appreciate ur words <33 anywayss i love the plot ohh gosh ygs r so creative omg

"And all I wanna do is stay with HER"

ft. michael kaiser . sugar daddy! kaiser . ooc! kaiser lol... . ness is in the story omg! . is ness ooc! too... . yes ness is ooc asw . character development.? . eventual smut . sex gulp... . piv ! . afab! reader . mistreated! reader ... . fluff asw . unreliable narrator

wc: 1.0k

"she's annoying." kaiser grumbled, taking a sip of wine. ness looked at him, "[name] cares about you that's why." the magician tried to lighten the mood. clearly, it didn't work.

"she just wants fucking money." he retorted. ness frowned, "can't you look at it in a positive way.? at least she's trying. take a look at all the others you've had."

that sentence had kaiser reflecting for a bit. "huh. i suppose you have a point for once, ness." the prodigy felt himself get a little flushed. "you're treating her so rough, how often does she even ask for money.?" ness continued. "don't be so harsh man! she's trying..."

the emperor tsked. "if she's so 'perfect' you take her then." he grumbled. jeez this guy is really helpless man... ness looked at kaiser disgusted for the first time.

"keep acting like that and she's bound to become who you think she really is." ness thought as he picked himself up and left kaiser to his thoughts.

later within the night, kaiser found himself scrolling through your photos after sending you some money (oh need that.) it hit him you were gorgeous. pretty face with a kind heart.. he was going to go insane.

the more he scrolled the more he admired your beauty. you radiated an aura that he just couldn't place his finger on. perfection was a word too vague to describe it.

shaking his head, he set his phone down. hands on his head, he was wondering. what the literal hell was he doing.? all he's ever done was treat you like shit because he had such horrendous experiences with others.

i mean, you were like the others. you were just there for the money... and attention i guess. but there was something more to it. he was just to blind to see it. (tf r ur glasses for mihya bro.)

it was late — hella late. 2:32 A.M.? there's no way you'd come over right? so what the heck were you doing at his door in a matter of moments?

kaiser opened his door, surprised. "you — you actually came?" he asked, somewhat in disbelief. "i'm right here aren't i, dumbass.. plus you called." you shrugged.

the satin on the bed somewhat wrinkled as the both of you sat down. "um, so why'd you want me to come ove-" you were quickly interrupted by an apology. "[name], liebling. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for my behaviour, how i treated you. scheiße, i'm so fuckin' sorry."

he held your visibly smaller and softer hands. his hands feeling quite the opposite. you were kinda a dumbass, "wha — michael huh...?" you shook your head giggling, "what are you apologizing for?"

his gorgeous blue eyes stared into yours. "don't act coy with me, [name]. you don't need to forgive me. i'll do whatever for your forgiveness. please. do you want more money? gifts.? flowers..? wha.. god. what do you want?!" kaiser asked desperately.

you looked at him with a deadpan expression. god, has this man ever been treated alright.? "mihya, i don't really want anything. yea i mean i love money i mean — who doesn't love money. but i'm not here solely because of money." you sighed.

"yes, you have money is definitely a positive trait but, you have more to it. money isn't the only thing that makes you lovable." you continued to ramble. his hands released yours. you were caught in his embrace.

"mihya.?" you whispered. kaiser knew how scary it was to love someone. the amount of devotion you must give. the time and effort. one wrong move? it could all crumble.

his embrace got tighter, you were tensing a little bit up. was he gonna beat you like what the heck is goin' on?! he knew you were always running away from love, 'cause your daddy never gave you enough :((

hey, same for him as well, no? "meine liebe." kaiser breathed, "let's try again together. i'm done with the 'you deserve better' bullshit. i have the choice to be better and i'm taking it."

he loosened his embrace on you, hands on your shoulders. you met his gaze. all it could scream was blue of desperation. not going to even lie, most dedication you've seen in your whole life.

you were still skeptical — hell, i can't blame you! you've been mistreated all the time by partners, getting taken advantage of... what change is this rich and attractive man going to do? he has the money, the women ugh... thinking about it made your head hurt.

"what do you say, liebling. let me show you.?" he leaned in, mumbling into your ear. hah! as if you'd believe what he said and give him a chance.

kaiser would be lying if he said he didn't regret making up with you earlier. he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. hell! every bit of fiber within him missed you! his lips on yours, oh gosh. he's going crazy. :c

a little while after what was supposed to be a sweet make out, he found himself aligning his tip to your slit. you had glossy eyes as you stared back up at him. he had you pinned onto the bed...

"are you sure?" he asked stroking your stomach, his hands then tracing your curves. "fuu-uck. you're perfect." he mumbled. you nodded in response.

as he buried his length into your warmth he swore he got sent to heaven. "sh-shit.. scheißescheißescheiße...! please you're made for me..." he continued, his lips once more pressed onto yours.

nah, at this point his cock was stretching your opening... it hurt. kaiser broke off the kiss as he groaned, "you take me so damn well.. i'm sorry for being so horrid to you."

you were practically crying, was it cause the sex was good? cause of kaiser? you didn't know! "m-hya.." you sobbed out so sweetly. it was kaiser's last straw.

your walls were sucking his member in man..! how could he not..? your noises could kill him oh gosh! one last thrust and his length was kissing your womb :c "i'm sorry meine liebe, i-" the emperor didn't even get to finish his sentence as he finished in you <3

he pulled out just to push his fingers back in. admiring your form and expression. maaaan, kaiser couldn't ask for a better girl >< dawn came, so did kaiser, 'cept he n you came multiple times :3 kaiser could make it better. all he needed was just one more day with ya.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags !! : @twijaxx ♡, @kyvkc

a/n: hey guys.. hey anon.. guess who's finally back heh... my writers block actually fried me so bad its diabolical man.. yes i lost motivation half way along w the plot tbf i had this in my drafts for 2 weeks or smth... i'm so sorry if this wasn't what y'all wanted ill cook for the future ones ;-; not proofread btw good GAWDDDD if kaiser was my sugar daddy man.. money and hes hot YES PLSS (no im nawt shallow but tuition fees are booty bro yall cant blame me.) yes this is all yap ALL MY NOTES ARE YAP OK </3 but um.. yay ilygs a lot mwa mwa <3

[anniebeckcalla]

you're always there...in my sleep

resting with the dreamies

(bf! dream x reader) ◦ ₊ wc: 858 ◦ ₊ cw: fluff, light skinship. lowercase on purpose! ◦ ₊ navigation

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mark

the room was warm, comfy, and filled with a soft illumination from the night lamp that was kept on through the night at your request. it obviously worked wonders, as you were asleep now, your face in a peaceful smile as your breath came out in small snores. mark lay next to you, but he wasn't in slumber. instead, he watched your eyelashes flutter as you steeped further into limbo. gently, he reached out his hand and used his finger to outline your eyelids, nose, and lips, deliberately taking his time to appreciate every scar and mole. at last, he cupped your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “i’m so glad that i get to call you mine, y/n,” he whispered.

jeno

“still can't sleep?” jeno rubbed his eyes, hair tousled from being under the duvets. you shrugged, tears in your eyes. “it's no use. i've counted sheep, rubbed behind my ears, and sprayed lavender on the pillows. i’ll never get a good night's rest!” jeno sat up, throwing back the duvet. “let's go on a walk.” you stared at him, not sure whether to laugh or continue crying. “a walk? are you just trying to be funny?” jeno crossed over to your side of the bed, and held out his hand. “the night air will do you good, i promise. it's full moon tonight as well, don't you want to enjoy that together?” sighing, you took jeno's hand. “i'll admit that you haven't had a bad idea yet.”

calla's note: I feel like this is slightly ooc because jeno does NOT like going out :( anyway i hope that segment was nice

chenle

“see the way that draymond dodged the opponent?” chenle laughed as he reached for more popcorn from the bucket that you two were sharing. chenle had managed to get you to watch an nba match with him instead of a film that friday night, but instead of enjoying the match, all you two had done was laugh at the players' every move. chenle frowned when you didn't respond. “y/n?” he turned his head from the television to see you fast asleep, head lolled on his shoulder, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “oh, y/n,” he laughed softly. “let's get you to bed.” gently, as not to wake you, he lifted you in a blankety heap and carried you to your room.

renjun

your heart thudded loudly in your chest, your eyes wide in the pitch black. your limbs flailed, sending the duvet to the floor. “renjun,” you whispered. “renjun, where are you?” you reached out for him, but all that met you was the expanse of the mattress. stretching out for what felt like miles. Just then, the bedroom door opened and the room was flooded with light as renjun shuffled in with his phone torch. “ i was just using the toilet,” he began, but stopped when he saw your face. “why do you look so terrified?” he said. “i was scared that you'd just disappeared,” you muttered as renjun pulled the duvet back over the two of you. “you say funny things sometimes,” he chuckled as he pulled you close. “I wasn’t joking,” you mumbled, your eyes closing as you nestled in the crook of his neck.

haechan

it was a light spring afternoon, the sunshine streaming in through an open window. you stroked haechan's chestnut hair as he slept, his head on your chest, body nestled comfortably between your legs. there was a drama on the television that you'd been meaning to start a while ago, but you were distracted by haechan's soft snores and sweet-smelling hair. you bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and he stirred slightly, nestling his head down further into you.

jisung

“...but ron gasped, ‘get away from me, werewolf!’” jisung had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other holding the book. “your turn to read, love.” you shook your head, tightening your arms around his waist. “keep reading. it's nice.” “jisung sighed. “we're taking turns, y/n. it's not fair that i have to do all the reading before bedtime.” you frowned. “your voice is the only one that gets me to sleep at night, though! wouldn't you just do me that favour?” jisung sighed. “fine. i'm only doing this for tonight, though, okay?” “thank you, dearest,” you smiled. jisung rolled his eyes in response, but hugged you a little tighter as he resumed the story.

jaemin

the doorbell rang, cutting through the silent peace of the apartment. you jolted from your sleep, rolling over to compose yourself. as you rubbed your eyes, jaemin's voice came from beside you. “what was that?” he muttered, his eyes closed. “someone's at the door, you replied, sitting up. “were we expecting any visitors?” jaemin opened his eyes slightly. “no,” you shrugged. “then there's no reason to get up,” jaemin replied. “just ignore them. he took your arm and pulled you towards him, but then the doorbell sounded again. “i have to get it,” you said. “no you don't,” jaemin said. “just stay here. you know you want to.” you slid back under the covers, giggling when jaemin dipped his head to press his lips to your neck.

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[cheralith]

character ; shidou ryusei || wc ; 690 a/n ; just something i conjured during my lunch break, sorry for any errors!

it wasn't uncommon for artist!shidou to sometimes use you as a reference whenever he was conjuring his latest piece, often finding ease in working with your body than others. you're a long-term friend of his that has seen his creations even before he gained a spotlight from art curators all over the nation and you've seen how his creativity has exponentially flourished through the years. he had gone from a starving artist to being showcased in acclaimed museums and art exhibits in just a few years time and you couldn't be more proud of him.

he likes to use you as a real-life dummy, telling you to come over to his studio so position your body as he pleases. sometimes you'd get stiff and he'd yell at you, frustrated, but you'd turn your nose up and tell him to behave or else you'll leave. that usually puts him back into his place.

he's built his reputation for being rather... eccentric... when he's not calmly creating, so you suppose it just helps his persona image to gain more attention from the public. you blame it on the one showcasing where he was extremely upset that his manager insisted he displayed a certain sculpture he wasn't content with, and ended up completely destroying it amidst the showcase in front of hundreds of people to prove a point.

"here's to the shitheads that think they know art better than the artists themselves," he had heaved, a smirk being thrown at the camera that was showcasing the entire thing live. "i decide what is art. not you."

he's been drawing blanks for awhile now and calls you to come over to his studio after work and you see him preparing a large slab of clay.

"sit," he says, not looking back at you and juts his head to a nearby stool.

"what sort of pose do you need me to do this time?" you ask with a sigh, heaving your workbag down and preparing your limbs to position themselves into whatever awkward position shidou wants.

"nah, nothing of that sort," he shakes his head, "you just gotta sit there and look pretty, doll."

"huh?" you're flabbergasted. you might actually leave the studio without a weird pain in your arms for the first time.

"i'm practicing realism," he says simply. "obviously can't use a flat picture, can't get all the right shadows and angles. so i need a 3d reference."

it struck you as odd shidou was known for his absurd, abstract pieces that seem to defy all the lines that contemporary art has ironically restricted upon itself. his pieces were nothing less of eye-catching, his sculptures often being made out of whatever material shidou could get his hands on, his paintings lively with color and shapes and texture.

but you don't question it any further and sit yourself down in front of him. he goes to touch your face a few times to just analyze its angles and highlights, but the closeness of him making heat rise on your face. he gets to work eventually, starting with your head. and he asks you to come to his studio for a solid week or so, just simply working on nothing else except creating an insanely realistic replica of your face from the slab of clay. you've never seen him so concentrated before on an art piece.

on the last day, where the final touchups have been sealed, you bid him goodbye in the late evening, as he's just cleaning up some minor details. just before you enter your car, however, you groan and realize you had forgotten your phone in his studio and trail back into the building.

when you approach door, however, you peer silently inside just to make sure he's in there and he is.

but he's still, staring at the sculpture at your calm face rather quietly... intently. you open your mouth to say something to alert him you were here to pick up your phone, but words falter when shidou cups your sculpture's face and places his lips on the sculpture's own pair, cold clay lips meeting the warmth of his.

[ttheggrimrreaper]

Hello can you do headcannons about shidou Barou and Rin getting sick 🤒🤧 please and thank you ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Ofc ofc! Poor boys.. luckily our NB y/n is here to save the day!!

Shidou, Barou, Rin x NB!reader (separately)

Shidou Ryusei

-you would imagine a man in such a state would be forced to calm down..

-you thought wrong.

-if anything, it's gotten worse.. oh so so much worse. You try to walk out that door to go to work or a fresh breath of air..

"Y/NNNNnnnnnm YOUR SUPPOSED TO TAKE OF ME!! THROUGH SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH!"

-worst part about it? You're not even married. His lame excuse for why you have to stay in bed and cuddle? A lie.. well, it won't be a lie soon if it's up to him.

-your running from the kitchen to the bedroom with water at his demand, allergy meds, anything that boy can name. You better make sure he gets, he isn't called a demon for nothing

-he doesn't portray very signs of getting sick before hand, but after years of it, you've picked up on a few.

-he gets a little more touchy (as if that's possible). It's as though he wants to get you sick too, so then you would really have to stay with him.

-he starts to crave your approval more. It's odd how it works with him. But every time he does something he knows you want him to do (like take he shoes off before getting in the house, or taking off his sweaty jersey before getting in bed) he looks to you with wide eyes, waiting for your hum of approval

-in short, Shidou is a menace, will always be a menace, and all sickness does is... Make your life harder

-by the time he is all healed up. Your sick, and him taking care of you? A whole other story,

Barou Shoei

-Well would you look at that, the rare occasion Barou does get sick has occurred,

-good luck entertaining the bedroom. He doesn't like being taken care of, he likes to take care of you.

-Hes shutting himself him, locking himself up, with everything he could possibly need. Including a picture of you. Although your right behind the door, he won't open it, no need for you to be sick too,

-he calls you all the time, even if he could just open the door and talk to you like a normal person, often falling asleep on the phone together.

-although he hates you sleeping on the couch, sometimes he accepts that you have to suffer through that, so you don't have to suffer as much as he is now.

-Should he finally gets tired of your endless begging, he might crack the door open and look at you with a glare.

"can I come in now?"

"only if you wear a mask and gloves'

"BAROUUUUUU NOOOO"

Rin Itoshi

-its odd, It's as though Rins body will only let him get sick ONCE every 6 months. Twice a year, it's a impressive, never has it gone under, or over that for as long as you. Or anyone else you ask, can tell you,

-he says it's not a big deal, just going off to sulk in his room about this flu that is making soccer such an energy taker for him

-he is usually healed up quick, a bunch of medicine, and a bunch of tea and rest

-he has no issue kicking you out of you are stopping him from resting. To the couch you go!

-he comes over 5 minutes later to ask you to come back to bed. He cant rest knowing you're on the sofa alone and banished,

-not much changes, other than he's grumpier. He cant take out his attitude on hitting a certain worm with a ball. (Sorry Isagi, R.I.P)

-all in all, you can't do anything other than just love on him when he asks for it. He has everything else under control.

"Rin, do you need a tiss-

"already have 3 others waiting under the bed."

"how about a cup of t-"

"I already have one on the nightstand."

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

I guess this is another what if/continuation.

Tommy felt ridiculous on checking in on Evan. But the guy hadn't answered his phone since letting Tommy know that he was being discharged from the hospital and his girlfriend, Ali, would be taking him home.

Tommy tried to not feel a pang of jealousy at that. He knew Buck had a girlfriend and was straight. Yes, he was an "ally" but it sort of stung since Tommy thought they had clicked when they first met in Evan's hospital room.

He thought Evan liked him, but it was clearly wishful thinking on Tommy's part. A part of him knew he should just be grateful that Evan still wanted to be friends with him after Tommy had told Evan that he was gay.

(Carla was weirdly supportive of Tommy being friends with Evan still, "I just think Buck and you could learn a lot from each other." She had told him nonchalantly after he had told her he felt weird continuing their friendship with all the Abby and looming feelings Tommy had for Evan.)

He knocked in Evan's apartment door, "Evan?"

No answer.

"Hey, Evan? Are you in there?" The fear and worry got to him, Evan wasn't answering his calls or texts and now he wasn't answering. If Ali was with him, then surely she would answer the door.

It was daring and infringing on Evan's personal space but he was genuinely worried; Tommy checked to see if the door was locked.

It wasn't.

"Evan?"

He had never been to Evens apartment, but he wasn't expecting the large airy industrial loft. He took a moment to look around the dark apartment, there was hardly any light in the kitchen except the light coming from the large windows that showed off DTLA.

He turned to his left and saw the soft glow of an orange light before he hear Evan's voice- it was rough and bordering on mad. "You know, most people would take the hint and leave me alone."

Tommy could hardly be upset at how cold Evan sounded, he was too worried about Evan. The man looked dejected and upset- his blue eyes red shot and his face blotchy.

"What happened?"

Evan sniffed, rubbing his nose with his sleeve. He let out a scoff that broke down into a sour sounding laugh. "Ali broke up with me."

"She what?" Tommy sat down on the table across from Evan, careful to leave space for where Evan was resting his cast covered leg. "Like now?"

"Yup." Evan nodded, his voice rough as he tried to avoid looking at Tommy. "She-uh, couldn't live with the fact that I'm a firefighter. I guess it freaked her out that she could lose me."

Tommy grimaced at that, it was something he had noticed in the past with his teammates and their exes. People loved scars on firefighters, it just freaked them knowing how they got them.

"Can't say I blame her." Evan admitted, he tried to pull a smile for Tommy's sake but Tommy could see the grimace still. "This is a lot for anyone, I know I'm a lot without my leg in this stupid cast."

"Hey!" Tommy gently touched said leg, "You're not a lot." He reminded the younger man pointedly, "You're going through a lot right now, you didn't ask for your leg to get crushed by a freaking firetruck." He sighed, watching as Evan leaned back in the couch. "Who's going to help you now?" Tommy asked after a few seconds of silence. He couldn't help but notice the stairs that more than likely led to Evan's bed and the bathroom that was clearly in the main floor.

"What do you mean?"

Tommy raised a brow at that, his mouth opening slightly. He figured he didn't need to clarify here. "I mean, you're currently using crutches and you live in a apartment with stairs." He looked up at the loft, "A lot of stairs." He shook his head, "is your sister planning on staying with you?"

"No." Evans confused face was staring to worry Tommy now, "She'll drop by, but I'm probably just gonna sleep on my couch, y'know, since the kitchen and bathroom are down here."

"Uh huh." Tommy pursed his lips, the logistics sounded...fine. "What's your plan for getting your clothes and stuff from your bedroom?"

Evan paused at that, clearly annoyed and not having thought out that far yet, "I can hop upstairs if I really need something or I'll ask Maddie or Bobby for help when they come by."

Tommy had a bad habit of keeping his head down and staying quiet. It was mostly out of fear and self preservation because when he did open his mouth during the most inopportune times he would end up saying the most out of pocket and random stuff like...

"Or you could stay with me."

The cat was running out of the bag now.

"Er- wh-what?"

Even Evan looked as confused as Tommy felt.

"Not like forever type of-" Tommy shook his head, hoping to start over as he paused to reset himself, rubbing his neck nervously as he tried to find the words all while his stomach was interested in bringing up his lunch again. "I have a house, it's a one story house, so no stairs to deal with and I have a guest bedroom with its own bathroom. It's a shower stall, so you wouldn't have issues getting in and out."

It was bold to assume Evan would even entertain the idea of Tommy's request since they had only known each other for five days.

There was a carton of milk in Tommy's fridge that Tommy had had longer than this...friendship?

"You don't have to say "Yes", obviously....I just don't want to leave you here. Especially since the first few days are the hardest and you're gonna be on pain meds for a while."

Despite thinking Evan would be weirded out, Evan looked thrilled and relieved- a weird mixture of aww and feelings hit Tommy hard in his heart. Evan looked so adorable, blushing as he smiled hard at Tommy. "You would let me stay? I mean- I-I wouldn't mind. It's just taking care of me might be a lot. Im probably gonna complain about my leg when im not loopy on those pain meds."

Tommy chuckled, patting Evan's leg, "After what you went through, you should be able to complain."

That got Evan to laugh, he was already looking and sounding bright to Tommy's ears.

It suited Evan well.

(This crush was gonna drive Tommy crazy.)

"It's just- I should probably pay you rent or something."

Tommy eyed the loft, "I don't even want to know what you're paying rent for this place, keep your money. I just want you to focus on getting better. At least when you're staying with me, I don't have to worry about you falling down multiple steps just so you can change your shirt."

Evan still didn't look fully convinced, "I don't know, Tommy. I- I wouldn't be in the way? I mean, we just met. You're gonna get sick of me real-"

"I don't think I could ever get sick of you, Evan."

Tommy didn't have the rationale to wince or over think about how sincere he sounded. He didn't even want to know what he looked liked while saying it.

Because Evan's reaction was worth it. The younger man seemed to flush all over, his eyes dilating as his mouth dropped open for a bit.

Tommy couldn't help but linger at Evan's lips.

"Y-yeah. O-okay." Evan licked his lips, Tommy could have sworn Evan's eyes dropped to Tommy's lips, but that was definitely wishful thinking. "It would probably be easier to stay with you then here right now."

Tommy had to get back to being rational and logical about this.

"Exactly." He stood up, "I can pack a bag for you and then we can head home? Maybe pick up some dinner on the way, we can pick up some Thai food."

Evan's relieved and grateful smile had Tommy grinning back like an idiot. "Sounds great."

"Great." He clapped his hands together, "Just point me to where you keep your luggage."

Thirty minutes later Tommy was helping Evan get into his truck.

It was definitely a stupid idea to have his crush stay with him, but Tommy couldn't help but feel incredibly giddy as he and Evan talked throughout the car ride to the restaurant and then to Tommy’s house.

Maybe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship...once Tommy got over his crush on Evan.

[enlyume]

Not so secret

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Steve accidentally finds out why Bucky insisted on him taking a day off.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Notes: This is Bucky x female reader, but with Steve's POV. AU with no superpowers. Also, English is not my first language :)

Being the owner of your own gym comes with a few pros and a lot of cons. The pros? You knew a lot of people - and women - you could make your own schedule and choose your own staff and as a personal trainer you could stay fit. Cons: You had to put up with clients complaining about the self-defence classes being too difficult, your colleagues flirting with their wives, and you being on call 24/7 with no holidays. But, so far, Steve was enjoying his gym life.

Two and a half years of surviving in Brooklyn seemed like a success, so he could choose how to spend his first free day in a long time. Clean his apartment, go to his mother's house to help her with some water-related problems, go for a run and do some shopping. He could already hear Bucky, Natasha and Sam saying that this was far from a free day, but he didn't care.

He knew Bucky would scoff and swear he would never give him another day off, but looking at his now full fridge, he felt happy. So happy that he thought he could at least give his friends the satisfaction of a night off drinking. Maybe not until he got really drunk, because the next day was Friday and he had to open the gym, but still.

So he called Bucky, and when he didn't pick up the phone, he tried Natasha.

"I can't believe you wasted your first day off in months running errands. We are not friends anymore," she said, and Steve could picture her sitting on her couch, the TV on a murder mystery, her eyes narrowed. "That's not what Buck and I work our asses off for, Rogers!" she complained.

"Hey, I can do whatever I want with my free time. And, how do you know that?!" he asked, looking around for a hidden camera. His friends wouldn't spy on him, would they?

"I know everything," she whispered and Steve felt the urge to hang up and go and read. "OK, what's up? Are you taking off again tomorrow to help your neighbour redecorate?"

"I was thinking about going out for a drink with my friends, seeing as it's not that late, but I'm rethinking my life choices right now and I'm not so sure anymore."

"Don't be a drama queen, Stevie. Give me five, the bar next to my place".

"It'll take me more than five minutes to get there, Nat".

"Yeah, OK, you've got eight. Call the boys, I call the girls?" She asked and didn't need to elaborate. Natasha, Buck, Sam and himself were a team in and out of the gym. And since she finished college, and came back to Brooklyn, Becca usually joined them with her roommate Y/n.

"I already called Buck, but he didn't pick up. I'll try again," he replied, grabbing the keys and leaving his apartment. It wasn't that big, but living alone was more than enough and it was only a block away from the gym. That saved him the daily traffic jam.

He shrugged under his jacket, wishing it was summer, and walked down the street.

"Let me know if he doesn't pick up. I'll try," Natasha said, and Steve could hear her moving around her flat, getting ready.

"What makes you think he'll answer your call but not mine?" he sneered, smirking. Bucky had been pretty insistent about hiring Natasha, and although they flirted sometimes, it had never become anything serious. Or so he thought.

"He will," was her brief reply. Steve rolled his eyes and turned the corner. His eyes automatically drifted to the gym and he paused, frowning. The lights were on, but it was past closing time. "Hey, gotta go. See you in ten".

"Eight!" was the last thing he heard Natasha say before he hung up.

Steve crossed the street and tried the front door, breathing a sigh of relief when he found it locked. So Bucky wasn't there and hadn't left the gym open, he'd just forgotten to turn off the lights. He used the keys to get inside and went to his office to turn off all the lights from there, but stopped in the doorway when he saw Bucky's jacket and helmet on the table. His friend was still there? Past closing time? The blond left the office and went to the stairs, climbing them two at a time and heading for the only room where the lights were still on. Maybe Bucky had fallen and hurt himself, or maybe he had fainted, or maybe…

"That's not the way to use it, doll."

Doll. Doll. Steve narrowed his eyes, already angry with Bucky. When he'd offered to do the afternoon shift that Thursday too, on the pretext that he'd worked a lot and deserved a day off to rest, Steve hadn't been suspicious. It wasn't the first time Bucky had suggested it, and he'd had to get his house in order and run a few errands, so he'd accepted without question. And Bucky had smirked. He hadn't thought about it at the time, but now the smile had taken on a new meaning.

Emma, the student who had started Natasha's self-defence classes a month ago, immediately came to mind. Or it could be April, the recently divorced woman. She always laughed at his jokes, even when they weren't that funny, and stroked his arm openly. Steve opened his eyes wide. It could also be Peggy, making good on his threat.

"If you don't ask her out soon, I will, punk," he had told him a few times when Steve's eyes lingered on the door of the classroom Peggy had just entered. He took a deep breath, gripped the door handle and looked at the ceiling. Please don't let it be Peggy, he prayed. "Then tell me how it works."

Steve let go of the handle as if it were on fire. He knew that voice. It wasn't Peggy, but maybe it would have been better if it had been.

"Yeah, I'll pass. It's funnier to watch you try." Steve did not need to see his friend's face to know that he was smirking.

"Is that why you wanted me to come, to laugh at me?" She didn't mean it maliciously, because if there was one thing she knew about Y/N, it was that she wouldn't say anything to offend.

Steve tried to remember if he had seen her at the gym before. She was at the opening, sure, and she visited from time to time, but had she tried a class? He remembered Bucky telling her to leave because she was against the dress code. Y/N always gave the same answer: her gym clothes were just for posting photos on her social media.

"I wanted you to come so I could be alone with you. I missed you."

"We saw each other at Nat's last Sunday," she chuckled.

"Yes, but I couldn't…"

Steve knew he shouldn't, but curiosity took the best of him and he pushed the door just a little, so he could see them. Y/N was standing next to the treadmill and Bucky was holding her cheeks while he kissed her. He couldn't help but be surprised, because even though he knew what he was about to see, he didn't expect to see exactly that. His friend getting into trouble, kissing his younger sister's best friend? Yes. Bucky pulling away from her just enough to reach down and wrap his arms around her waist, filling her face with kisses, both of them laughing and whispering words in each other's ears? No. Because this didn't look like an affair. The smile on his friend's face as he listened intently to what she was telling him gave away that this was anything but a simple affair.

The sound of a mobile phone interrupted them and for a few seconds Steve thought it was his and he was going to get caught, but Bucky let go of Y/N and picked up his phone from the floor. "Hey Nat, what's up?"

Bucky turned, his back to the door, and Steve looked at Y/N. She had sat down on the workbench again and was trying to lift the weights without success. Bucky immediately gestured for her to let go and she obeyed, still smiling.

"I'd love to, but I've worked my ass off today and I'm dead. I'm going to bed," Bucky said to Natasha, declining her offer to join them for a drink.

Y/N held out her hand and Bucky took it, intertwining his fingers with hers and letting her pull on it, trying not to laugh. "Hmm, tempting, but I'll pass," Bucky said again. "Night, Nat."

He hung up and dropped the phone on the floor before standing over T/N. Steve took that as his cue and stepped back, not wanting to see any more. A low moan made him rush downstairs and out of the gym, closing the door carefully behind him. Bucky and Y/N. Y/N and Bucky. They were… what were they? Should he ask? He wanted to know and at the same time he didn't.

He walked on until he reached the bar and forced a smile when Sam held up his hand and waved at him. Natasha was next to him and Becca in front of them, a beer in her hand and laughing at something the redhead was telling her. And a new fear hit him: did Becca know?

"Took you longer than ten minutes, Rogers! You're paying next!" Natasha joked with her trademark smile. Steve nodded slowly as he sat down next to the younger Barnes.

"You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost," Sam chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. Steve ignored him and turned to Becca.

"Where's Y/N? Is she coming?"

He wondered if he was being too direct. He could have made some small talk before asking about her, or maybe he should have asked about his brother first. But he needed to know if Becca knew about her best friend and Bucky. The brunette rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"She already had plans with her colleagues."

"Why? They're not as fun as us," Sam complained.

"And your brother?" Steve asked again and Becca tilted her head. "I called him, but he didn't pick up."

"He said he was tired," Natasha said, a smirk on her lips. "But from his tone, I bet he's with a girl."

"What?! He ditched us for a girl?" Sam complained again. "He deserves to work all weekend, Steve."

"I don't know, Sam," Steve murmured, looking down at his hands. He remembered Bucky's smile, Y/N's laugh and them holding hands. His best friend saying how much he missed them. And then he remembered that Y/N didn't work weekends. "He's been working a lot lately. I think he deserves a weekend off."

"Whaaaat?"

Their friends started talking at the same time. Sam was whining again, while Natasha and Becca were plotting how to ruin Bucky's weekend. Steve stood up, smiling.

"OK, next round's on me!"

[maybequinnidk]

I'm Good At Loving You (You're Good At Loving Me) pt. 2

part 1

(hurt/comfort i think. feedback is appreciated, i'm new to this)

Kara notices after that conversation at the Tower three weeks ago something started to change.

Lena stays over almost everyday, and they develop a domestic routine: sometimes they're lucky enough to spend some more minutes in bed before properly starting the day, just enjoying the other's company. Then they eat breakfast, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, take out the trash. After that they shower and get ready for the rest of their day. They have a late lunch with their team and go back to their respective tasks. By the time she goes back home Lena is usually there, if they didn't go together.

Kara's favorite part is the relief of coming home and finding Lena making dinner, or reading a book on the couch, or coming out of the shower, or- Kara's favorite part is Lena. And today she's...

Not here.

As if today wasn't awful enough already.

She came in through the window and falteringly made her way to the kitchen, leaning over the countertop.

She finds a note on top of it in Lena's handwriting "forgot my phone at the lab, portal watch is still broken :/ BRB "

Not even five minutes later her partner arrives. She barely opens the door and Kara envelopes her in a hug. Lena is quick to reciprocate despite the suddenness.

"Oh. Hi. I came back as fast as I could, are you okay?"

Today was a hectic day. She had to leave early in the morning and missed breakfast, the villain of the week was turning into villain of the month, she'd been running on nothing but a sandwich, a bag of chips and yellow star radiation for the past 12 hours, and to top it all off she solar flared. She used the last bit of her powers to fly home. She didn't break anything and didn't get sick, but still, everything hurts.

She shakes her head.

"Oh, darling. Let's go inside and talk about it?"

Kara doesn't want to talk though. She squeezes Lena tighter. She can do that now.

"Or we could go inside and not talk about it?" Lena knows her so well. "How about we get you out of this suit, and you take a nap while I worry about dinner. Does that sound good, honey?"

Lena knows her so well.

She loves Lena calling her "darling", but "honey" is on another level.

It's for when she's grieving Krypton, her family, her friends, her culture. For when she can't get out of bed after waking up five seperate times in the same night because the memories that come back as nightmares wouldn't give her a break. For when she couldn't save everyone from a fire or earthquake or alien attack. For when she's not even able to process and explain what's happening.

It's been a while since she needed it.

She nods.

She has no idea what time it is when she wakes up, all she knows is that it's cold, Lena is stroking her hair and the softness of her voice can be compared to the one of her hoodie and sweatpants.

"How are you? Did you sleep well, honey?"

Kara yawns and stretches. She does feel a little bit better so she nods.

She does remember what Lena said during dinner. "I talked to Alex and J'onn and they agreed that we all need a break, so Nia suggested a game night sometime soon."

The night's events blur together. She doesn't know if it's because of her exhaustion or the fact that this has happened so many times before — it's mundane, eating with Lena after a hard day.

She also remembers when she was able to voice her thoughts for the first time since she got home.

She had just gone to bed, her face buried in the pillow, as Lena was petting her hair.

"Honey, are you feeling better?"

She nods and turns to her left so she can see Lena. "Thank you for this."

"I'm glad I was able to help."

"You always are."

Kara grabs Lena's other hand and brings it to her lips, peppering her with kisses, maintaining eye contact. She wants to be closer, though.

Lena reads her mind again. She lifts up the blanket as an invitation to get closer, which Kara accepts.

Kara settles her body between Lena's legs and rests her head on her chest. Featherlight fingers caressing her back, the subtle rise and fall of Lena's breathing. It's grounding.

"I love you." she breaks the silence.

> > > × < < <

Kara has said that a lot in the past couple of weeks. Mostly when they're in private, or when she's about to go on field.

She had been so anxious about this. Terrified to trust that Kara wasn't manipulating nor leaving her.

But seeing the way Kara looks at her – like the first time they woke up together, or shared clothes; with an unmistakable fondness in her eyes, a light blush on her face and a smile on her lips – she knows she means it.

Most of the time, Lena responds with physical affection, a soft "I know", a concerned "stay safe", an "ily" text; sometimes she didn't respond at all, still not completely used to it. This is not any of those times.

"I love you too." She barely thinks about it, it's always on her mind. Such a frequent thought it became an easy action. Natural. Familiar. Known.

"I know, baby." Kara plays with the collar of Lena's shirt, traces her neck and jaw.

She never liked being called "baby" by her exes. It was uncomfortable, infantilizing and just felt wrong.

There was only one person who made it tolerable: Jack. But even then he didn't use it all the time. He preferred "darling" and so did she.

The first time Kara used that pet name, it came as a suprise that it didn't bother her. It was two, maybe three weeks into this new aspect of their relationship.

"You're so wonderful, baby, so stunning." Kara could probably listen to her pulse rushing and see her face flushing which only made her blush even more.

In the past she would have said something like "I know you're trying to be cute but I really don't like that word", instead she said nothing because her brain had given up on her.

The reason she likes it so much now is probably because it's always accompanied with compliments and reassurance.

"I'm so proud of you." proud. Lena lets out a short laugh and smiles shyly.

"Darling, you're doing it again..."

"Doing what?"

"Comforting me when you're the one who needs it."

"I told you." she finds a way to get even closer, kisses her cheek and says "It helps."

Although she doesn't fully understands how that works, she does see how it affects Kara when she starts to relax.

> > > × < < <

She eventually falls asleep.

With Lena's hearbeat at the perfect volume on her ears; audible but not overwhelmingly loud.

The words "I love you too" echoing in her mind; can words be addictive?

The hope that tomorrow won't be worse than today; may Rao help her.

She eventually falls asleep.

[brookediamonds]

Can I request where Reader stays with Axel overnight to comfort him from his nightmares but instead of Axel having a nightmare he has a wet dream about reader and she helps him?

i just want to ease your mind & make you feel alright | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your best friend has been having recurring nightmares of the life-taking event in Barcelona, and you have been his shoulder to lean on when things get tough. One night, he asks you over and a night of reassurance soon turns into a night of lust.

Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, wrap it before you tap it, best friends to lovers, dry humping, consensual somnophilia

not my gif

you: i'll be right over :)

Axel read his phone as he tossed on his side in his large bed. Lately he had been having the goriest nightmares about Kwon's fall back in Barcelona.

As Axel's best friend, you had kept a close eye on him during this rough time. You knew he had been having a hard time sleeping, and would often call you when he just couldn't shake the images out of his head.

Tonight was no different, he had waken up around 12:00 am and saw you were active from the recent Tik-Tok you had just sent him.

Axel 🫶🏼: Can't sleep. Can you call or maybe come over?

He wasn't too far from you and you knew he preferred your in person company versus phone. Sending back a quick text, you scuffle out of bed, slipping on your smiley face slippers.

Grabbing your car key, you silently make your way out of the house and hop in your car.

Axel feels a weight lift from his chest when he hears your car pull into the driveway, and opens the door before you can even knock.

His gaze became tender as he observed you, noting the damp hair and loose-fitting pajamas. Despite your drowsiness, he found you stunning.

He adored seeing you after a shower, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and coconut from your lotion. A familiar pang stirred in his chest, one he had been attempting to dismiss for months.

"I brought my own blanket this time," a ghost of a smirk twitched at the corner of Axel’s lips as he stepped aside to let you in. You walk past him, knitted blanket in hand.

"Oh, so you're not planning on hogging all of mine this time?" Axel quips, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You turn to face him, ready with a witty comeback, but the words die on your lips as you truly take in his appearance.

The small lamp in the entry way casts deep shadows across Axel's face, accentuating the dark circles under his eyes.

His usually neatly styled hair is disheveled, sticking up in all directions as if he's been running his hands through it repeatedly.

You take a step towards him, softly running your hand down his arm, whispering, "you look exhausted." 

Your touch sends a jolt of electricity through Axel's body, awakening every nerve ending. He leans into your touch, craving the comfort only you can provide.

"I am," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his tone tugs at your heartstrings. You've never seen him quite this fragile before.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently, grabbing his hand to drag him over to the couch. 

Axel sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he sat down. "It's the same dream. I keep seeing Kwon fall, over and over. I can't... I can't save him."

You nod keeping your hands interlocked with his, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand reassuringly. 

“I would give anything to dream about anything else,” he exhales staring down at your interlocked hands. 

You can’t help but pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. 

Axel melts into your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, the familiar scent of your shampoo - a mix of lavender and vanilla - washing over him. 

The comforting aroma helps to ease some of the tension from his body.

As he relaxes against you, Axel becomes acutely aware of your soft curves pressed against his chest. 

Through the thin fabric of the oversized t-shirt you're wearing - one he recognizes as his own - he can feel the gentle swell of your breasts and the unmistakable hardness of your nipples. 

A rush of heat floods his body, and he fights to control his suddenly racing heartbeat.

You run your fingers through his hair soothingly, oblivious to the effect your closeness is having on him. His cheeks are flushed pink when you pull away, looking at him adoringly. 

"How about I make you some chamomile tea?" you suggest softly, your fingers still gently combing through his hair. "It helped last time, might help you relax and sleep better."

Axel leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opens them again, they're filled with a mix of exhaustion and something else, a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"That sounds nice," Axel murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"But..." he hesitates, his eyes searching yours. "Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Your breath catches in your throat at the intensity of his gaze. Without a word, you nod, settling back against the arm of the couch and gently pulling Axel with you. He follows willingly, his body molding against yours as you recline.

Axel's head rests on your chest, his ear pressed against your heart. The steady rhythm seems to soothe him, his tense muscles gradually relaxing. Your fingers continue their gentle ministrations, carding through his soft strands.

The weight of his body on yours is comforting, grounding. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his breath warm against your skin. 

You best friend was finding comfort here in your arms, and you couldn’t be more content. 

As the minutes ticked by, the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat and the soothing motion of your fingers in his hair lulled Axel into a peaceful slumber. Your own eyelids grew heavy, the late hour and warmth of Axel's body against yours making it impossible to stay awake. 

You drifted off, your arms still wrapped protectively around him. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm, intimate light over your intertwined forms as you both succumbed to sleep.

An hour passed in tranquil silence, broken only by the sound of gentle breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

Then, Axel began to stir.

His breathing quickened, becoming shallow and uneven. A soft moan escaped his lips, barely audible in the quiet room. His hips moved almost imperceptibly against you, seeking any kind of friction. 

This was no nightmare, no, he had been blessed with a dream. A wet dream. About you. 

In his dream, Axel saw saw you beneath him, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Your lips were parted, letting out soft moans as he moved against you. He could feel the heat of your body, the softness of your skin under his fingertips.

In reality, Axel's hips continued their subtle movements, pressing against your thigh. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

You slowly began to stir, drawn from sleep by the sensation of Axel's body moving against yours. As consciousness returned, you became acutely aware of his hardness pressing into your thigh.

Your heart raced, a mix of surprise and arousal flooding your system. You knew you should wake him, but a part of you couldn't bring yourself to interrupt whatever pleasant dream he was having. 

After all the nightmares, he deserved this. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Axel's hips rolled against you again, more insistently this time. His lips brushed your neck, sending tingles down your spine. You bit your lip, torn between waking him and letting this exquisite torture continue. 

Axel's dream intensified. In his mind, he was exploring every inch of your body with reverent touches and passionate kisses. He could almost taste the salt on your skin, feel the silky softness of your inner thighs as he settled between them.

"Y/N," he moaned softly, his breath hot against your ear. 

Your eyes widened at the sound of your name on his lips. Heat pooled low in your belly as you realized he was dreaming about you. About doing things with you that crossed the line of friendship into something far more intimate.

As Axel's hips ground against you more forcefully, a part of you knew that waking him up right away might be a bit jarring and possibly embarrassing for both of you. 

Instead, you decided to help him through this dream-fueled lust, hoping he wouldn't regret it later. You silently prayed that your hunch was right and that the tender feelings that had started to bloom in your heart were shared by him.

Slowly and gently, you spread your thighs further apart, allowing more space for him to move against you. 

His breath hitched, and he moaned your name again, louder this time, as his grip on your waist tightened. Encouraged by his response, you continued to rock against him, allowing your desire to take over.

You slid one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other drifted lower, coming to rest on the small of his back.

Axel's movements became more urgent, his hips grinding against you with increasing fervor. Your own arousal built steadily, warmth spreading through your body. You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself closer to him.

As the friction intensified, Axel's eyes began to flutter open. For a moment, he looked dazed, caught between the dream world and reality. Then his gaze locked with yours, and realization dawned.

"Y/N?" he whispered, his voice husky with sleep and desire. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You silenced him reaching up to cup the side of his face. 

"It's okay," you murmured, your eyes never leaving his. "I want this too."

Axel's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and hope. "You do?"

You bite your lip, nodding. Sitting up slightly in your place, you tug at the end of your t-shirt, slowly peeling it off your body. 

Axel's eyes widened as you removed your shirt, drinking in the sight of your bare skin. His gaze roamed over your exposed chest, a look of awe and desire etched on his face. 

"You're beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to gently trace his fingertips along your collarbone.

The tender touch sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into his hand, encouraging him to explore further. Axel's fingers trailed lower, skimming over the swell of your breast. His thumb brushed across your nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

You couldn't deny the chemistry between you any longer. Cupping his chin, you pulled him upwards to meet your lips in a passionate kiss.

Axel didn't hesitate for a second, instantly responding with equal fervor, his tongue seeking out yours as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and valley as if memorizing the feel of you.

Your own hands were busy, unbuttoning his pajama pants. His erection strained against his boxers, leaving no doubt as to how much he desired you. With trembling fingers, you tugged his shorts down, freeing him from the fabric that had been trapping him all this time.

Axel's breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around his length. You stroked him slowly, savoring the velvety feel of his skin and the way he twitched and grew even harder in your palm. 

His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low moan that sent heat straight to your core.

You took your time, exploring every inch of him with gentle caresses. Your thumb swirled over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of moisture you found there. Axel's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice husky with need. "You're driving me crazy."

You smiled, continuing your ministrations as you pressed soft kisses along his jaw. 

"That's the idea," you murmured against his skin. 

When you were satisfied that he was fully aroused, straining and pulsing in your hand.

Your hand still wrapped around Axel's length, you shifted beneath him. With your free hand, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Axel's eyes widened as he realized what you were doing.

"Let me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, releasing him to lift your hips. Axel's hands trembled slightly as he grasped the soft fabric of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs. His fingertips trailed along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

As the shorts slipped past your knees, Axel's breath caught. Your red thong was revealed, the delicate lace barely concealing your most intimate area. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You always said red was your favorite color," you tease him.

Axel's lips twitched into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, those intense dark blue pools were too consumed with desire to manage anything but hunger.

"I had no idea you were wearing this underneath," he murmured, tracing the delicate lace edge with his finger. "All this time..."

You shivered as his touch ghosted along your hip bone, your breath catching when his fingertips dipped beneath the waistband. The simple contact felt electric, charged with years of unspoken longing.

"Would you have acted differently if you'd known?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Axel's gaze lifted to meet yours, something raw and honest breaking through his usual quiet reserve. "I would have done this much sooner."

Your heart raced at his confession. All this time, he had been harboring the same feelings you had tried to suppress.

"Show me," you whispered, arching your back slightly.

Axel needed no further invitation. He hooked his fingers beneath the thin strip of lace and slowly, torturously, pulled it down your thighs.

There was no need for foreplay, his act of grinding against you while he dreamt of you had done the job. You were a mess. All for him. 

Axel's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, completely bare and glistening with arousal. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them up your thighs, parting them gently.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. 

You whimpered as he brought his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip between your folds to coat himself in your wetness. 

The sensation sends a rush of fire through both your bodies, as he teased your entrance, he began to circle it with his tip before sliding up to brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

You gasp at the contact, your hips bucking involuntarily. Axel repeated the motion, relishing in the way your body responded to his touch. 

“Please, Axel,” you whined hooking one your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your heat. 

Axel nods, repositioning himself self at your entrance. He pushed forwards slowly, groaning as your tight cunt envelops him, inch by inch. 

Both of you gasped as he bottoms out, your bodies molding together as one, perfectly. 

You too had pictured yourself sprawled beneath him countless times before this. The thought of your best friend becoming your lover had haunted your dreams and waking moments alike. 

But reality far surpassed any fantasy.

The weight of Axel's body on yours, the heat of his skin against your own, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. 

You could feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you deliciously, filling you completely.

Axel remained still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both adjusted to the new sensation.

His dark blue eyes, usually so calm and steady, now swirled with a tempest of emotion: desire, affection, and a hint of vulnerability that made your heart ache.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Better than I ever imagined.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire deep in your core. You moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

The praise, coming from Axel's usually reserved mouth, aroused you even more than his physical touch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," you breathed against his lips, rolling your hips to take him even deeper. 

Axel groaned, placing one hand near your head as the other found the side of your hip where your leg was wrapped around waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to move. 

He started with slow, deep thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The drag of his cock against your walls was exquisite, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

You wrap your other leg around Axel's hips, pulling him even closer if possible. The change in angle allows him to sink impossibly deeper, drawing a low moan from the both of you. 

Your hands roam over his back, feeling the flex and ripple of his muscles as he moves. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving faint red trails in their wake. The slight pain only spurs Axel on, his movements becoming more frenzied.

Axel's thrusts become more forceful, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared gasps and moans.

The room fills with the sounds of your lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin, breathy moans and whispered endearments. 

You lean up, your lips finding the sensitive skin of Axel's neck. His rhythm falters for a moment as you press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his pulse point. Your tongue darts out, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your lips.

Axel lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates through his chest and into yours. His hips stutter, losing their steady pace as you continue your sensual assault on his neck. You smile against his skin, reveling in the effect you're having on him.

His eyes lock with yours, before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tasting and exploring as if memorizing every detail.

At the same time, he shifts his hips and begins to drill into you with renewed vigor. The change in pace and intensity makes you whimper into the kiss, your body arching off the cushion beneath you.

Axel swallows your moans, never breaking the passionate liplock as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Your hands roam over Axel's broad back, feeling his muscles flex and strain with each powerful movement. 

You notice Axel's thrusts becoming more sloppy, his breathing erratic against your neck. His muscles quiver under your touch, telling you that he’s close. 

The realization sends a thrill through you, intensifying your own pleasure.

"Axel," you moan, your voice breathy and desperate. "I'm close... so close."

He groans in response, never faltering his pace. You can feel the tension building in your core, a delicious pressure that threatens to overwhelm you. 

Axel's cock hits that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"Me too," Axel pants, his voice strained. "I should... I need to pull out."

You tighten your legs around Axel's waist, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him from escaping. Shaking your head, you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

"No," you breathe, your voice husky with need. "I'm on the pill. Stay... please."

Axel's eyes widen, darkening with unbridled lust at your words. A low groan escapes him as he realizes the implications.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You nod fervently, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him down for a searing kiss. 

"I need to feel you," you whisper against his lips. "All of you. Please, Axel... cum inside me."

Your words seem to ignite something primal within him. Axel's eyes flash with intense desire at your words. He captures your lips in a searing kiss as his thrusts become more frantic. 

You can feel him swelling even larger inside you, bringing you right to the edge.

"Y/N," he groans against your neck. "I'm going to-"

"Yes," you gasp, digging your nails into his back. "Do it. Cum for me, Axel."

With a guttural moan, Axel buries himself to the hilt inside you. You feel the hot rush of his release flooding your core as his cock pulses. 

The sensation is enough to trigger your own orgasm. Your inner walls clamp down on him as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Axel continues to rock gently into you, drawing out both of your climaxes. Your bodies tremble against each other as you both bathed in the high of your releases. 

He presses his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily. For a long moment, you simply lie there, intertwined and connected in the most intimate way.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. 

“I’d do anything to help you,” you tease him playfully. 

Axel chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. 

His eyes sparkled with mischief and affection as he gazed down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.

“I got that,” he smirks his eyes trailing down to where your bodies remained connected.

You follow his gaze, mesmerized by the intimate sight. Your skin, flushed pink with exertion, contrasts beautifully with his. 

His cock, still semi-hard, remains buried inside you, as if reluctant to break this newfound connection. 

"I think I found the cure to my nightmares," Axel whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His fingertips linger on your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with tender precision.

"I think so too," you murmur, pulling him in for another kiss. 

This one is different from the heated, passionate exchanges of moments before. It's softer, more deliberate, filled with unspoken promises and newfound tenderness.

Axel sighs against your lips, his body melting into yours. When he finally slips out of you, a trickle of his release slides down your thigh, a physical reminder of what just transpired between you.

He reaches over you grabbing a tissue and wiping the excess away delicately, careful not to overstimulate you. When he tosses the tissue in the nearest trashcan, he reaches for your (his) t-shirt off the coffee table and motions for you to lift your arms. 

With a small smile, you raise your arms, allowing him to slide the fabric over you, the shirt falling comfortably over your figure. 

After he draws his boxers back on, he quickly gathers you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, and tugging the blanket you had brought, over your bodies.

With gentle movements, Axel maneuvers both of you onto your sides, tucking you against him like a perfect puzzle piece. 

You feel the solid wall of his chest pressed against your back, his warmth enveloping you completely. His arm drapes over your waist, hand splayed possessively across your stomach beneath the thin cotton of the shirt.

Your bare legs intertwine with one another's, the coarse hair on his calves tickling your smooth shaven one’s. Neither of you spoke for a while, letting the quiet hum of the night settle around you.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, your thumb running over the roughness of his knuckles.

"Guess you’re stuck with me now," you hummed softly.

"Sounds good to me," he murmurs, lips pressed against your shoulder. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing contently.

"Best cure ever," he murmurs, the sleepiness evident in his voice.

You smiled, closing your eyes as the rhythm of his breathing slowed, matching yours.

And as the night carried you both into sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth, there was no question, this wasn’t a dream. It was real. And neither of you wanted to wake up from it.

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Masterlist

taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: I started working on this one the minute I received it, and I have another one that someone requested about a daddy kink and I am alllllll for it. Next one won't be smut, it'll be fun it's with reader zara x reader x axel. I'm combining two requests I received about them being a team/besties. Anyways, like, comment, reblog, I appreciate all y'all's love!!)

[remh-oldsoullikemine]

The little lamp in the hallway reminds me you're not gone.

That even when I can't see or hear you, a part of you still carries on.

The way it flickers at just the right time, like it knows when you are on my mind...

The feeling I get down deep in my core, like when I thought I saw you standing there at the door...

I turned to look but saw nothing at all, not a trace or a sound as I called your name down the hall.

But then that little lamp began to flicker and dim, and the voice of my heart cried, "It's got to be him!"

So I sit by it now when I'm feeling alone and I talk to you about my day, as if you've just gotten home.

I stopped going out or answering the door. There's no one else I want to see or talk to anymore.

This little lamp is everything left here that I need. Like talking for hours on the house phone when you couldn't visit me...

The police came by to do a wellness check, and the landlord let them in. They wanted to have me looked at because of the bruising on my skin.

But I told them that it's nothing, just the kisses you leave behind. When I fall asleep, I dream of you, and it just happens every time.

They left but said they'd be back, and I told them not to try. The only way I'll still be here is if you decide to spare me for a night...

I can tell I'm growing weaker, with every kiss you leave. And as the lamp begins to flicker again, I hear you whisper, "Go to sleep."

Poetry Prompt

Write a poem about a lamp that keeps flickering out

Kickstart for creativity:

Is something causing the light to flicker? Does it continuously flicker? Has the lightbulb been changed? Are you watching the lamp? Is someone else watching the lamp? Where is the lamp? Or, something else entirely? Let your creative side decide🖤

(It’s completely optional but you can always reblog or tag me so I can like your beautiful work ☺️❤️)

[curiosityschild]

Last week I sent out 200 postcards to progressive voters in North Carolina through the Postcards to Swing States initiative by the Progressive Turnout Project.

It was fun! And easy!

They sent me 200 blank postcards, a list of names and addresses, and a page of instructions including 3 prewritten messages I could use.

I just had to write and address the postcards, get stamps, and stick them in the mailbox.

10/10 would do it again.

[httpiastri]

how about if... i just... don't do my work.....

[rachymarie]

Damn i was finally starting to feel better after all the noises outside my room had ceased for some time, i got my pie (and a sandwich, mind you. I don't like to eat a lot all at once but suddenly got extra hungry in my avoidant starvation) and finally took my 9.30am meds (at nearly 2pm).

Then one of the staff (one of my faves actually) started up a very loud yet unintelligible phone call very nearby, which sounded rather heated. So, naturally, the schizospec brain starts trying to convince itself that he is absolutely most definitely complaining about me to god-knows-who.

Why must i endure such trickery and hijinx* at the hands of my own head 🍜🍝 (spag-head-i?)

[sporthb1]

Me when going out in cyprus: €6 in cash and my ID

Me going out in the UK: keys, full wallet, headphones, phone, back up tenner, maybe a charger

[thephantomsdream]

Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.

Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.

Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.

Extra:

"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.

"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...

"Yeah, it would fit you."

"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.

"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.

"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.

"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."

"Perfect." He smirks.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.