#I’m sure uhhh. being cupped gently like that is helping

[spinetacks]

[thepepsislvt]

can i get uhhh chicken burger w rooster sauce

I thought you wanted me to cook so i cooked for you :( turns out it wasnt so but i made this anyway thank u for the request pookie

Dante with a worried s/o

Warnings: Dante

Word count: 0.9k

You were pacing the room in the Devil May Cry office. You consistantly checked the clock and sighed everytime you did. Your white haired boyfriend promised to be back from his mission at least 3 hours ago. It was only supposed to be a quick and easy mission, nothing Dante couldn’t handle. You know he was strong but you couldn’t help but to be worried for him. 

Some more time had past and you found yourself falling asleep on the couch. You were almost fully asleep when you heard someone enter the building. You brushed it off as Nero or Nico coming in because they forgot something. You tried to ignore it as you went back to sleep. Before you completely lost consiousness you felt someone sit beside you and rub your shoulders. 

After a restless slumber, you woke up realizing you were still in the office. Memories of last night returned to you. You quickly look over in hopes to find Dante sitting with you but alas, it was indeed Nico. She was still fast asleep. You let out a disappointed sigh and got up to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for Nico and yourself. Nico woke up eventually and joined you in the kitchen.

”Well good morning, hun” Nico said with a groggy voice 

You gave her a nod, not being fully awake to give her an actual response.

”I saw you here last night and you look a little lonely so I decided to join ya. Hope you didn’t mind too much.” Nico went over to you and gave you a side hug. “I heard that you are worried for Mr. Dante?”

With a sigh and a small nod you returned the hug

”Yeah, he didn’t come back last night like he promised and by the looks of it, he still isn’t here… I’m just worried about him”

You finally responded verbally to Nico, tearing up at the thought of what could’ve happened to him

”awe hun I’m sure Mr. Dante is fine, you know how he is. He won’t let nuthin stop him.” Nico wrapped her other arm around you to pull you in an actual hug.

 She rubbed your back to sooth you. All of your worries suddenly hit you. You couldn’t help but to start crying. Another person came from nowhere and hugged the two of you from behind you. You didn’t care you just wanted your Dante back safe. You hated worrying over him.

”Why are we crying?” A familiar voice rang in your ears

You shot your head up to look at the person behind you and in the process you hit Nico’s chin with your head causing her to let out an ‘ow’ in response. You held the top of your head where the impact was while holding your hand out to hold Nico’s chin. You then turn your head carefully this time to look at your tall boyfriend now standing there with a confused look on his face. 

“Dante!” was all you could say, well, yell out as you quickly moved to hug him. He was quick to lift you up and spun you around, mindful of Nico who was now smiling at the two. When Dante. put you down you pulled away from him enough to look at him in his face. 

“Dante where were you? I was worried sick!” You reached up to cup his face in which he gently grabbed your wrist to hold your hand to his face.

”eh I kinda forgot to meet you back here so I just went home. I thought you were busy here so I went to bed without you”

The room fell silent as both you and Nico deadpanned. Dante became confused once more since he was out of the loop. He had no clue why they were upset at him.

”So you mean to tell me” Nico started as she put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at Dante “you had your poor other half worried to death just because you forgot to meet them here and you went home to sleep?”

You laughed a little at the simple explanation Nico had put it in.

”Well I didn’t think you would be that worried. Wait is that why you were crying?” Dante turned his attention back to you and put on a fake pouty face “awe I never felt so loved before” 

Nico and yourself both had the same idea in which resulted in hitting Dante’s shoulder. Dante, being his dramatic self, bent over pretended to be wounded. You chuckled at his theatrics and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

”I do believe you missed, babe” Dante said looking at you through his lashes in response you roll your eyes and kissed his shoulder where you and Nico had hit him 

“missed again” 

you scoffed at his childness and you finally moved to kiss his lips like he wanted so badly to do. once you came close enough, he moved his hands hands to behind your head to deepen your kiss. 

“ew get a room you two, I don’t wanta see all of that” Nico said grossed out by the fact that Dante literally just started making out with you in front of her but Dante showed no signs of stopping. In fact he pushed you against a counter and started feeling you up. Nico groaned and took this as a sign to leave. Once Nico had left, Dante let out a chuckle and continued to what he was doing previously.

[our-death-means-flag]

Floral Scented Hugs

Ship: Stede Bonnet x Reader (ambiguous, could be romantic or platonic) Notes: You ask Stede for a hug. He goes all out.  There needs to be more Stede love out here! He’s a darling. So, I wrote out the whole scenario from the Headcanons: Hugging the Revenge Crew post. Warnings: none

“Uhhh… Captain?” You questioned softly. You couldn’t help but feel kind of anxious. All you’d done was ask Stede if he wanted a hug and he’d gone silent. “You… uh… Don’t have to… I mean… If you don’t want-”

“NO!” Stede cut off, making you both jump at the unexpected volume of the request. “I mean…. Yes, I do want a hug. Just… I need to prepare!” Stede seemed to snap out of his stupor and was immediately rushing off. He made it all the way around the corner before seemingly remembering that you’re still there and excitedly peeked his head back out of his cabin with a huge smile. “Come back to my cabin in two hours! After dinner, alright?” You nodded. Stede grinned wider somehow. “Great! Fantastic! That’s… Great!! See you soon! Toodle-loo!”

Then he fully disappeared into his cabin leaving you standing on the deck, very confused. “Okay?” You mumbled, more to yourself than anything else. “Okay.”

Two hours later you found yourself standing at the door of the captain’s cabin. You weren’t really sure how to prepare for a hug but you had changed into something softer than your usual sturdy clothes. You weren’t really nervous per se. You doubted you could mess this interaction up so badly you’d get hurt (not physically at least, that wasn’t Stede’s style) but it was very strange. Then again, having Stede as a captain had generally been really strange. He didn’t really act like any captain you’d served under or even any you’d heard about. 

You took a moment to compose yourself, then knocked on the door. Then almost jumped out of your skin when the door opened almost immediately and without any warning. Had Stede been standing just inside the door? 

“Ah! Y/N! Good to see you! Come on in!” He beamed, smiling brightly as he quickly ushered you inside. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d changed out of the bright blue suit he’d been wearing earlier into something that looked more like pajamas with a very soft looking golden banyan on top. (Admittedly you had also changed, though it had been mostly in order to save Stede’s fancy clothes from getting dirty.) Being in the captain's cabin was still odd. You felt so terribly out of place amongst all the finery.

“I made tea!” Stede explained excitedly, passing you a small but gorgeous porcelain tea cup. With Stede looking at you almost expectantly you took a quick drink and found it was actually really good. “ It’s  chamomile. Supposedly helps you relax!” He explained before quickly, going into a really unnecessarily ramble about that particular kind of tea and where he got it.

You listened politely, regardless, letting him ramble for a bit and took note of the fact that he was very rapidly drinking his own tea, downing gulps like a drunk in a bar. 

After he seemed to finish his rant, you were about to say something, but we’re very quickly interrupted when he decided to run off to his closet. At this point you were so used to Stede’s strangeness that you didn’t even blink at the fact that he had a secret closet. He emerged moments later holding armfuls of banyans and robes. “Oh! You can borrow one of these if you’d like!”

You gently set down your tea cup and looked at the fabric Stede was holding. All of it seemed incredibly soft and comfortable but also expensive. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I borrow one?” You were already gently holding onto one, a soft ocean blue one with subtle details, but you had to double check. That one article of clothing was more expensive than anything else you owned.

“Of course! You’re more than welcome to!” Stede smiled as he spoke. “I mean, I’ll admit I’m a bit of a clotheshorse and I can hardly wear them all at once!” He gently took the robe from you and draped it over your shoulders, still smiling.

Stede immediately jumped into another monologue. You couldn’t help but notice that it seemed more stilted than usual. Sure he talked a lot, but it was usually some kind of passion behind what he was saying but he seemed very nervous. It sounded oddly formal.

When he paused, you finally got the courage to say something, “Stede, are you doing alright? You seem kind of nervous. We talk things through…” you prompted. 

“… as a crew.” Stede seemed happily surprised by you using his own catch phrase against him. But he sighed, busying himself by refilling his own cup and topping yours off. “I suppose I did get  a tad carried away. I’m not quite sure myself what one does before a hug… I wouldn’t know…”

That made you stare. What? Stede, the guy who’d gotten you a care package when you joined his crew, who’d been so eager to invite you into his luxurious cabin and who (despite his lack of experience) clearly cared about his crew, had never been hugged?

He seemed to notice your surprise. “I’m aware it sounds odd. You see in the circles I’ve lived in my whole life it’s been seen as rather improper.” He sounded almost ashamed, like a part still thought it was improper. “Not that I had many friends, even if it wasn’t…”  He was breaking your heart out here. Stede took a deep breath. “ I’m sure I’ve already fumbled this. This is ridiculous. I-I’m so sorry for wasting your time.”

You were quick to jump in to comfort him. “Hey no, don’t worry you haven’t messed anything up nor have you wasted my time.” You gave him your best comforting smile. “ Besides we’re pirates, and last I checked, pirates don’t care what’s improper.” He gave you such a soft hopeful look that you had to keep talking. “Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to whatever you have planned.”

He looked up at you with huge puppy dog eyes. “Well, then.” His voice cracked a little bit but he continued confidently anyway.  Quickly jumping to his feet and offering you his hand. “I can hardly disappoint you at this point can I?”

You smiled. “Would be rather rude to do so, yes.” You replied as he took your hand and pulled you up. He sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to him. Stede’s bed was undoubtedly the softest thing you’d ever touched in your life and it took self control to not sink into it.

After a pause, Stede chimed in with a strained but chipper, “So! Hugs? What… erm… How does one go about that?”

You smiled. “Well, may I take the lead, Captain?”

“By all means!” Stede seemed nervous but was still smiling.

You adjusted a little then gently pulled him into your arms. He tensed, his own hands resting against your back as little as possible. You were a little caught off guard by how strong Stede’s whole body felt, with how clumsy he usually was and how many layers he normally wore, you’d never noticed. You feel him relax. After a moment or two he breathed a deep sigh of relief and just melted into your arms, holding onto you tighter, not enough to be uncomfortable.. You realize that you’ve been running your hand up and down Stede’s back the whole time. You consider stopping but he hasn’t said anything about it so you don’t. 

“This…” Stede mumbles into your shoulder and if he wasn’t so close you definitely wouldn’t have heard it. “This is very nice.” He hummed in contentment, rubbing his face against your shoulder. 

After a nice long hug he pulls away. He’s smiling and his hair is a bit messy. It actually looks really cute on him. “Thank you!” He pats you twice on the back, probably a bit harder than he meant to, considering that you stumble a tad and almost fall in his lap. “Eek! Sorry!” He apologizes immediately, clearly looking concerned. 

You laughed a little. “Of course, happy to help, captain!”

“Stede, call me Stede.” He said quickly, eyes widening as he said it. 

You smiled. “Well then, thanks for all this,” You motioned at the banyan and the cabin in general. “Thanks for the lovely hug, Stede.”

He beamed wider than you’d ever seen. “Of course! I’m glad I didn’t mess it up.” He was almost sheepish.

“I’m no hug expert, in fact I doubt that exists, but I can say that it was a very good one.” You complimented. Stede puffed his chest out a little, clearly proud of himself. “Just say the word if you’d like to do this again.”

“Of course! Have a lovely night, Y/N!” You nodded and stood, already slipping the banyan off. “No, no.” Stede fussed standing alongside you and gently moving the fabric back in place. You raised a brow. “Keep it.”

You stared, stunned, as you toyed with the end of one of the sleeves. It was incredibly soft and comfortable. “I… Are you sure?” You could tell that just this one garment was worth more than everything else you owned combined. It was shocking enough that he let you borrow it but now he was letting you keep it?

“Yes, of course! It suits you incredibly well.” Stede patted you on the shoulder. “I insist!” His voice wasn’t commanding but you could tell that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was a very nice banyan.

You smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” You made your way across the captain’s cabin, clutching your new banyan to yourself tightly. “Good night, cap- erm… Good night, Stede.” You fumbled, all your instincts telling you to call him captain. 

Despite that, Stede didn’t seem annoyed. He simply waved. “See you tomorrow.” 

“Of course! See you tomorrow.” You closed the door to the cabin carefully, not wanting to make too much noise and risk waking anyone. Luckily the crew was all asleep already so you wouldn’t have to explain why you were wearing the captain’s clothes sneaking out of the captain’s cabin after dark. The jokes that Lucius would make… But you could see him, fast asleep against Black Pete’s side. The only one awake was Buttons, who gave you a nod of acknowledgement which you returned (while keeping your gaze averted), and you doubted he’d care.

You made your way back to your cabin. You hadn’t expected to have your own cabin but the ship was huge and Stede was Stede so you ended up with one. It was definitely nice to have your own space. You gently took the banyan off and folded it nicely (even rubbing the spot on your desk where you were planning on placing it down as if to clean it). Sleepily, you changed into your sleepwear and almost collapsed when your attention was pulled back to the soft fabric on your desk. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed it and put it on before climbing into bed.

As you got comfortable, you realized that everything smelled nice. Like a soft but not overpowering floral smell. You confirmed your suspicions when you sniffed the banyan. It smelled like flowers.

You smiled and fell asleep surrounded by the smell.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hi Benny

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: FLIRTY

I smirked to myself as I fixed my hair in my little mirror on the dresser, I fixed my dress a little before heading out the little bedroom too the main part of the basement apartment I had long since called my home I spotted him sat in his leather chair reading the proof of his new book I smirked leaning on the doorframe. "Hi benny" I smiled leaning my lip on the door frame too attempting to show off my little dress

"Ummm" he answered

"Benny?" I cooed attempting to gently get his attention, He grabbed his bookmark sitting it on the page and putting the little book down

"Yeah?" he asks

"Hi" I giggled

"Hi" He responded "That all?"

"Isn't there... anything you wanna tell me? anything you'd like benny?"

"I'd like a coffee"

"Okay" I smiled going and making him a cup of coffee putting it on the table and sitting on the arm of his chair snuggling up to him "Hi benny"

"Hi. you want something?"

"Maybe" I smiled snuggling closer

"do you want my chair or something babydoll?" He laughs

"Ughhhh stupid boy" I sighed going back to the bedroom

"what? what did I do?"

I giggled as I adjusted myself ever so perfectly in my little black neglige making sure my panties where perfect and my breasts as voluminous as possible I smiled opening the bedroom door spotting benny there a the dinning table head deep in his chess board "Hi Benny" I smiled

"Hi" He answered not even looking up

"Benny" I cooed trying to look as sexy as I could he glanced up looking me up and down

"tried?" He asks

"Hu?"

"Your in your nightie? its like... half three."

"Well... maybe I want us to, go to bed early"

"You can go if your tried I'll stay up I'm good"

"You sure you don't wanna join me"

"No, if you took all that off you must be warm, last thing you need is me in there warming you up even more"

"Ugggghhhhh Stupid boy!" I complained going back to bed

"What? I don't know what I've done! whatever I did I'm sorry babydoll"

You wouldn't think with benny being such a smart chess player that I would need to spell these things out to him quite this badly but I had my little robe around me I waited doing a little baking while benny got the shopping, I heard him come through the door so I smiled "Hi benny" I giggled

"Hi Babydoll" he smiled setting the shopping down and giving my cheek a kiss "... you had a shower?"

"No" I giggled

"Okay, so long as your cosy" he shrugs putting the shopping away, I smiled and waited till he put everything away and he started sorting out the magazines and other mail on the little coffee table

"Benny" I smiled moving close to him

"Yeah?" he asks glancing up at me

I smiled and dropped my robe leaving me completely naked he glanced me up and down his mouth open a little

"Hi"

"Hi" I smiled

"you uuhh? you hot there babydoll? You uhhh you wanna put a dress on? I mean I'm not complaining just uhh just asking"

"Are you that dumb benny?" I sighed

"Apparently yes. I have been missing a big thing haven't I?"

"Yes."

"that's why you've been so mad at me?"

"Yes"

"Okay. lets for a moment pretend that I am an Idiot. completely stupid and tell me in very simple short words what you want."

"Benny. Dick. Now."

"who's dick?"

"Sex. benny."

"Oh." he nods giving me a cuddle "I have told you babydoll I do not pick up on social ques easily if you wanna snuggle baby just tell me" He cooes "Come on, lets warm you up"

I giggled snuggling close to his soft chest as we cuddled getting our brains back "Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you do when you wanna have sex with me?"

"I just kinda just look at you, you seem to pick up on that I don't usually have to do anything else"

"I just kinda thought you just like poked me"

"Sometimes I poke you admittedly"

"I love you, even if you can be really stupid sometimes"

"I love you too babydoll, I'm sorry I don't pick up on stuff sometimes, but I'm doing my best. Maybe you need to give me a little help"

"I'll be happy to help benny. I just hope I don't have to make you a sarcasm sign again"

"I leant that one I had the sign and now I know"

[emmies-archives]

-Haikyuu and drunk sex-

fem!reader x sub!characters - oikawa, nishinoya, kita-

Warnings: Nsfw, aged up characters, fem & dom reader, drinking, drunk sex, degradation, public sex, car sex, praise kink, pegging, anal(male receiving), mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, slight dacryphilia-

A/N: how have I never written for kita... pls he’s so precious. and uhhh I wrote most of these on my phone in a car, so bear with me if its shit, or if there are typos..

-Oikawa Toru-

-He’d been all over you all night. Everywhere you went in the large house, you were sure to see Oikawa just behind you, stumbling slightly as he walked up to you asking if you’d want to leave and find somewhere better for the nth time of the night.

It was honestly a little cute, despite the constant annoyance flaring in your chest when he spoke. His cheeks seemed to be stained a light shade of pink as he spoke to you, a string of compliments falling from him as and attempt to flirt. If he wasn’t so.. persistent, maybe you would’ve been a little nicer toward him. 

When you mirrored his teasing tone his head dropped slightly, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker. It was as if he didn’t expect you to return his advances, and he definitely didn’t expect to be wrapped around your finger just from a few soft touches.-

 “Awe, you can’t take it, Toru ? What happened, you were acting like such a little slut earlier, you change your mind?” He shivered as your hot breath ghosted against his cold skin.

A camouflage of pinks and red hues dusted his face and chest, his eyes trained on yours as they picked apart the darkness swimming in them now.  

The way you stared down at him, like he was merely yours to use for the night, it excited him. More than it should’ve. But at the same time, it took his breath away.

“M’fine.”

It was all he could managed to get out, head swimming from the few drinks in his system and your expert touches. His breathing was shaky and uneven as you lowered yourself on his life length slowly. It was too slow. You knew he wanted more, his need was practically written on his face as it contorted from the slightest bit of pleasure.  

But you weren’t going to give into the quiet whines slipping from his lips, or the way he desperately gripped your waist as you pulled away from him, leaning back as you moved your hips against him.

You were going to hold him to his promise to ‘show you a good time’, something he probably used on every girl at the party.

You watched his eyes fall to your hand, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit, only snapping up to your face when you moaned lowly.

He wanted- needed more of you, the slow pace of your hips was driving him crazy. He couldn’t move, you gave him no room to jut up into you, pinning his hips against the seat. Your complete control on him was almost addicting, even if it wasn’t enough.

“Please, more, need more s’not enough. Want to fuck you.”

Oikawa’s words were slurring even more then before, eyebrows furrowing and eyes filling with tears as he begged, his whines growing louder as you ignored him. He didn’t even deserve to make you feel good, let alone have you fuck him like he wanted you to. After bugging you all night shutting up and taking what you gave him was the least he could do.

Gripping his jaw tightly you jerked his head up from the seat, leaning in close as you did. Your voice was nearly dripping with the annoyance he filled you with yet again.  

“Don’t forget, you’re not doing anything here, Toru. I’m the one fucking you, and well if it’s not enough… you better ask me nicely to help you out, or I’ll be happy to find someone else to show me a good time.”

-Nishinoya Yuu- 

-His actions were growing bolder, even bolder than his normal self. He sat on the couch next to you, drinking down another shot. You lost count of how many he had done already; the game of truth or drink had been finished for a while now. He hadn’t even needed to take any shots, answering any questions that you had with ease.

It didn’t come to a surprise to you when he started to get clingy, leaning his head against your shoulder as you talked about whatever he had on his mind. An arm slipped around your side and he hugged himself into you, grinning up at you when you rolled your eyes.

His face was flushed slightly from the liquor, eyes shut as he leaned into you further. He was so adorable; you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no when he asked you so nicely to fuck him. -

 “You’re so fucking gorgeous, mommy. So, so pretty.” Nishinoya breathed out as he leaned forward, pressing his hands against your stomach. Looking down at you through lidded eyes as he bounced himself on your strap.

His eyes were fixed on your breasts, one of his hands sliding up to play with one. His breath was shaky as he tried his best to get himself off, but it was getting harder. The way his head swam as he bounced was no help in chasing the bit of pleasure he could barely give himself.

He knew you didn’t like him touching his cock when he rode you, and he tried his best. But he needed your help, and you could tell. His movements stuttered, eyes dropping from you as a slight burn spread across his cheeks, he wanted to do it just like you asked him to, just like he wanted in the beginning.

“Baby boy,” You spoke softly, placing a hand on his gently, the other gripping his hips to stop his faltering movements. “Do you want mommy to help you? You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart, want me to make you feel good?”

He only nodded slowly meeting your eyes once more, finding comfort in the softness they held, the embarrassment building in his chest before faded a little.

Switching positions, your fingers slowly dragged up the back of his thigh as you pushed his knees into him. His breathy moans from before growing louder as you wrapped your fingers around his length, smiling down at the angry drooling tip. Gathering the precum with your thumb, he pushed his hips up into your hand, wanting to feel more.

“Good job, baby. You did so good for mommy, you can relax now, I’ve got you.” Gripping his hand as he reached out to you, pressing a small kiss to each knuckle as you thrust into him. He was being such a good boy for you, trying his hardest to listen to you before.

He nodded sucking in a sharp breath when you mirrored the rhythm of your hips with stroking his length, ignoring the need building in your core at the look on his face. His mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to see you as you fucked him.

“Thank you-ngh, feels s’good.” His words slurred as they mixed with his loud moans, head falling back as you quickened your pace. He couldn’t hold himself back when he was drinking, the pleasure overwhelming him, especially if you fucked him like this. His hands gripped the sheets next to his sides tightly, the burn in his legs as you folded him perfectly pushed him even closer to the edge. “M’close, can I cum, please, please wanna cum.”

“Go ahead, pretty boy. Cum on mommy’s cock for me, don’t hold yourself back baby.”

-Shinsuke Kita- 

-You noticed his eyes on you all night, or well since you got to the party. But he stayed with his friends for most of it. Not making any advances or doing anything but smiling softly when you met his eyes. You could tell by his flushed face and the way he walked, or stumbled slightly, that the drink in his hand wasn’t his first one of the nights.

He looked so cute, glancing across the room at you every few minutes, like he wanted to talk to you but couldn’t find the courage to do it. When you walked up to him to find out just why he’d been looking at you so much, his eyes widened and he couldn’t quite form the right words, whether it was from your sudden attention on him or the drinks you weren’t sure.

He took your offer to get some fresh air, following you out onto the porch that wrapped around the house, finding a secluded spot near the back of the house you caged him against the railing. You had a pretty good idea what he had on his mind the whole night, especially when his eyes were trained on your low-cut shirt the whole time you talked to him. -

 “Go ahead, touch them you don’t need to be shy, sweetheart.”

Kita’s eyes flicked to yours for a moment before looking back down at your exposed breasts, hands hesitantly moving up to cup them. His tongue ran over his bottom lip slightly as he toyed with your nipples, taking in your reactions to his touches.

Shaky breaths left him as you stroked him slowly, slower than he would’ve liked but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Attaching his lips to one of your nipples, he circled it with his tongue, sucking gently on it. He looked so cute, much cuter than you realized from across the crowded room before.

A whine sounded from him when you flicked your thumb over the slit, smearing the hot precum the oozed.

“Shh, you have to stay quiet, baby. You don’t want to get caught, right?”

He didn’t answer but quieted down all the same. It was easier to keep his noises in as he kept his mouth around your nipple, pinching and teasing the other one gently with his fingers.

“Good boy.” You cooed, pushing your free hand through his hair, tugged on it softly he nearly let out a loud groan at the slight pain combining with the praise. His cock twitched in your hand, hips pushing forward wanting more of you.

You smiled softly, quickening the pace of your hand, tightening your grip in his hair. Looking up to meet your eyes, he was even more adorable, if that was possible. Only pulling away from your breasts to burying his face into them.

“Please don’t stop, m’close.” His voice was low as he spoke, clutching onto your sides as you pushed him even closer. “Can I cum, please, please.”

“Yes, cum for me.”

That’s all he needed, pulling himself even closer to you he let out a soft groan, thick ropes of cum covered your hand and stomach. You pulled his face away from you, cupping his cheek gently, pressing your lips to the corner of his.

“Thank you for asking, sweetheart, you sounded so pretty. What do you say we get off this porch, good boy’s need to be rewarded, lets go back to my apartment, hm?”

Tags: @bummie @beelziee @bunny-xoxo @ultimate-astridwriting

[joonie-beanie]

The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

Masterlist

I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair. 

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

 Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again. 

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass. 

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s  the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for. 

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise. 

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart. 

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions. 

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music. 

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”

[akaashioppa]

Golden Ticket

pairings: Akaashi x Reader

summary: being dragged party by her best friend (Y/N) didn’t think the night could get any worse until she meets a certain  stranger who changes her mind. 

warnings: drinking, minor curse words, implied smut, a small of portion smut, comdomless akaashi & kuroo being awkward asf.

w/c: 2.4

A/N: i want to thank my bestie @dearasahi for being the best beta reader there is on the planet 🥰 i also want to thank her for allowing me to sabotage her stories! you guys should go and check out her work it’s chefs kiss!!!!!

The party was crowded, the music was blasting so hard you could feel the bass in your chest. Sweaty bodies were grinding on each other in the living room. You tried your best to push past the people in the crowded house but it was still hard to maneuver around the party. You were behind your best friend, Rachel,  her hand found yours in the crowded party. She was guiding you to the outside of the party where fewer people were around and it had fresh air for the both of you to breathe. She had begged you to come to this party so she could hang out with her new love interest. Bokuto Kotaro. 

You had finally reached the outdoors. You could still hear the music in the background but it wasn’t as bad as it was in the house. Your best friend made a beeline to the table to play beer pong with Bokuto. You weren’t much of a partier….well, you liked going to parties but this party was way more insane than any party that you have ever been to. Was it worth driving all the way from Karasuno...no, but you loved your best friend so you went anyway.

While she was having a good time at the beer pong table you made your way to the chairs that weren’t too far from the table. There was a bench with a guy sitting down. You waved shyly before asking if someone was sitting there.

He took a sip from his cup before pointing to the spot next to him. “You can sit, the guy who was sitting here is gone.”

“Where did he go?”

He pointed over to the table where a guy was standing. He was the loudest of the bunch. You noticed he had his arm draped around your best friend’s shoulders. “Is that your best friend?”

“Ehh you can say that.”

You both began to laugh. “I’m guessing you guys have a love-hate relationship.”

“I wouldn’t say that but he’s a bit of a handful.” He took a sip from his cup before placing it between the two of you. You glanced down at the brown liquid. You then felt his gaze upon you making you quickly look away.

He raised his eyebrow, curiosity struck him as he watched you fiddle with your hands.“Do you want a drink?”

You waved your hands in front of your face. You felt your face heat up as you saw his facial expression. It was no secret that the boy in front of you was cute. His blueish eyes were attacking you right now and that little smirk that was plastered on his face was not doing it any justice. “Um, no I don’t drink alcohol.” 

He chuckled lightly, the mysterious boy grabbed the cup and shook it around. He then motioned for you to look in the cup and you did. “Regular alcohol would start foaming but you see here this is apple juice.” He placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t tell anyone, this is our little secret.”

You giggled, “That’s so creative of you. Can I have some?”

“Sure come on...what’s your name.” 

You both got off from the bench you were sitting on. The guy then waved to his friends indicating that he would be back. “My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N) but (Y/N) is fine.”

“I'm Akaashi Keiji but Akaashi is fine.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he smirked as he brought the red solo cup back to his lips. 

He pushed the door open before walking into the kitchen of the house. Once again the music began to blast in your ears. The crowd here was more intense here than outside. 

You nearly jumped when Akaashi bent down towards your ear. You calmed down once you figured out he was trying to whisper something in your ear. “If it’s fine with you I’m going to hold your hand while we’re walking through the crowd. I don’t want my new friend getting lost.” 

You nodded your head allowing Akaashi to hold your hand as he led you throughout the crowd. You grew nervous as you felt his larger hand in yours. He led you throughout the crowd, up the stairs, and out a door that led to a patio. It was like a minibar up here, you could look out over the house and see where you were before you came up here. You even saw your best friend Rachel at the beer pong table.

Akaashi was at the fridge near the minibar. You kept a close eye on him as he was fixing your drink. Normally you would have never let a guy fix your drink at a party but since you were here staring at him as he did it you didn’t mind. “Ice or no ice.”

“No ice, people who drink ice with their apple juice are weird.” 

“I like you already.” He grabbed your drink from the counter and led you to the railing of the house. There were tables and couches that were also there. You both sat down on the couch with your apple juices in your hand. You glanced over to Akaashi who was now on his phone scrolling through an app.

“What are you doing?” 

He quickly shut off his phone, placing it beside you. He took a sip of his drink before running his hands through his hair. A now agitated look was plastered on his face.

“I don’t know if you know much about volleyball but our team captain isn’t in the top 3 when it comes to aces. We have a training camp coming up and I’m not sure how he’s going to take the news.”

“Where at?”

“Shinzen High.”

“No way. I’ll be there as well. I’m a volleyball manager at Karasuno High.”

“Really? We might know the same people.”

“I have friends at Nekoma. Do you know Kenma and Kuroo-san?”

“Of course. We’re really close. How do you know them?”

“I met Kenma through a gaming app then I met Kuroo-san at Kenma’s house.”

“ I’ve known Kuroo-san and Kenma for a while now. They’re both here tonight.”

The conversation continued like that for a while. There was not one dry spell during it. You both would steal touches here and there. His hand would accidentally brush across yours. You would give him a gentle push every time he would make a joke. Half the jokes weren’t that funny, you just wanted an excuse to touch his biceps.

The party had died down after Akaashi's friend Bokuto threw himself on top of the table. It caused both of you to drop your conversation. He got too drunk, he climbed into a tree then jumped shoulder first into the table. Akaashi was the first to get to him, he dragged his friend into the house in the guest room. You weren’t too far behind with ice for his shoulder.

“Is he going to be okay?” Your best friends weren’t too far behind you. You and her helped Akaashi place Bokuto on the bed. He was completely out of it, each word that he said would come out as a slur.

“He’s going to be fine. Just put the ice on his shoulder.” You placed the ice on his shoulder, you quickly drew back when you saw him wince out in pain. Akaashi grabbed the bag of ice from your hands to place it on his shoulder. He applied a little pressure as he did, making Bokuto cry out in pain. “That’s for being so reckless Bokuto-san.”

“AAAKAASHI! That hurts!”

Akaashi shot your friend Rachel a glance, she was sitting on the bed along with Bokuto. “I’ll check on him once he not drunk. Rachel, text me when he’s ready.”

Your friend Rachel ushered you both out of the room leaving her and Bokuto alone. 

“Come on, let's finish our conversation.”

You both walked into the living room. The music was still going and all of the party guests had migrated to the couches. He pulled you into a room that was unoccupied. The room was covered with posters and awards. In the corner was a bookshelf filled with books by Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe. You grabbed one of the books to skim over it.

“Do you like reading as well?”

The sound of his voice made your knees go weak. It didn’t help that you could feel his breath breathing down your neck. Composure was nonexistent, that word was no longer in your vocabulary.

Turning around you bump into his large toned chest. He was such a sight to look at. Biting your lip, you began to weigh out the pros and cons of kissing him right now. “Fuck it.”

Making your decision you latched your hands on his shoulders pressing your lips against his. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pushing against the bookshelf. Both of your hands began to roam the other’s body.

“I asked you if you liked reading, not how the inside of my mouth tastes,” he smirked, Akaashi began to leave trails of kisses down your neck. He stopped once he made it to your collarbone. He began to suck there making you squirm in his hold.

“I  know but I usually don’t do this.” You replied, your hands found their way down to the loops of his pants. You pushed his shirt that was tucked in the front out so you could feel your way up to his toned stomach.

“Me neither (Y/N)-chan.” You felt him smirk against your skin again.

You wrapped one leg around his waist grinding yourself against him. A deep groan escaped his lips as his hardness began to grow. He grabbed your other leg wrapping it around his waist. Akaashi lips never left yours as he did. He walked to the bed laying you down gently. You grabbed the loops of his sweats pulling his hips into yours. Curses escape your lips as he rocks his hips against yours.

“Wait...do you have a condom.”

You shook your head softly. “No.”

“Are you on the pill?”

You bit your lip, “No...is that bad?”

“Uhhh no I just don’t want to have unprotected sex.”

“I’m fine with having unprotected sex.” You attacked his lips again only for him to stop you. You were so intoxicated with him that you didn’t care if he had a condom or not. You only wanted to feel him inside of you.

“No, it’s my problem. I don’t think I could pull out in time. Hold on, I got some condoms somewhere around here.”

Your legs fell from his waist. The aching feeling between your legs was now prominent. You watched from the bed as he searched throughout his things for a condom.

“I’m guessing this is your house?”

“Yeah...Fuck, the day I want to fuck a gorgeous girl is the one day I get rid of my stash.”

You giggled at his sudden outburst, you were now sitting near the top of his bed with one of his pillows in your hands. You watched as he reached for his phone to call a certain someone. The call went straight to voicemail causing him to curse again.

“Hold on, I'll be right back.”

Akaashi left the room, leaving you there alone. He scanned the living room looking for that certain someone. He spotted him near the ping ball table with some girl in his hands.

“Kuroo-san” he yelled over the crowd, the door was still open with his body halfway out of it.

Kuroo glanced up from the table he was at. He excused himself from the crowd to make his way over to Akaashi.

“What’s up?”

“Listen, I need a favor from you.”

“Okay...what is it?”

He hesitates for a bit, “This is so embarrassing but are you packing?”

“Excuse me.” Kuroo questions, “Do I really look like the type to do drugs!?”

“What no! I mean do you have a...condom.” 

Kuroo burst into laughter. It causes everyone to look over at Akaashi and him. “Yeah, I guess.” He reached into his back pocket where his wallet is at. He pulls out the golden packet handing it over to him.

‘I swear I want to punch him in the face.’

Akaashi quickly grabs the packet and places it in his pocket. He glances around to make sure no one sees which room he’s in. He looked back at Kuro with an embarrassed look on his face. “This never happened.”

Kuroo looked past Akaashi to see you sitting on the bed. Akaashi quickly shut the door so he couldn’t see you. “It’s just weird you know...You and (Y/N)-chan about to do the dirty in there. She so innocent and you’re innocent as well….What (Y/N)-chan is having sex!?”

“You don’t think I know that Kuroo-san. I’m about to fuck her brains out! And it’s the fact that you know that I am.” he seethed from embarrassment. 

Kuroo plugged his fingers in his ear. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT KAASHI!!”

Akaashi laughs and turns around to walk back into the room. You were still in the same position he last saw you in but you had one of his sports magazines in your hand.

He flopped down on the bed with his hands over his head. He started to mumble something into his blankets that were unclear.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I want to die. There’s no way I can face him again.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“I had to ask Kuroo-san for a fucking condom!” He exclaims, he rolled over on his back placing his forearms over his eyes.

“No way! I’m so ashamed!” 

You both laughed out loud, you glanced down at the condom he had in his hands. On the golden packet, it read ‘sexy devil’. You fell backward on the bed, laughing at the condom in his hands. 

“Babe I don’t even think I can get hard knowing that he knows!”

You climbed on top of him, removing his arms from his eyes. You reached up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. It was heated or forceful like the other ones. “So you’re not in the mood anymore huh?” 

He grinned from ear to ear, “I didn’t say that now did I?” He began to place a kiss along your neck again.

“Wait what should I call you? Akaashi-kun or Keji-kun.” You asked innocently. 

“Call me by my name, the one I gave you if you haven’t forgotten about it.  Just Akaashi, and I’ll make you scream it so loudly you’ll forget about the people outside of our door.” He whispered huskily in your ear before rolling himself on top of you. 

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Little streamer AU prompts!

-Thinking they were all humans, either Wil or Phil bought tickets for them all to go to an amusement park....but Tommy’s too short to ride. Where does it go from there? Does Wilbur feel bad and sob out apologies? Does Tommy say it’s fine and that they can go without him, only to get kidnapped/lost? Does Tommy say f*ck it and try to sneak on with Tubbo? Your choice :)

-The bois at the arcade during the meetup. They try to cheat the games by having Tommy roll skeeballs into the best slot, or go inside machines to fix the game in their favor

-While Tubbo has Lani, and Phil has probably had like a borrower coworker or something, this is Wil’s first time heavily interacting with someone so small, and constantly watches the others and stays up at night googling how to best handle a borrower. Some of the suggestions he gets from online are way too formal and Tommy is confused as heck at where he’s getting these ideas. Like Wil you don’t have to wash your hands before picking me up if we’re RUNNING LATE C’MON LETS GO

-(the angst prompt) Tommy was so excited to meet others his size and during the meet up he doesn’t feel included or something, and he ahas a mental breakdown. Maybe he hides in a small space so the others can’t find/reach him

-If you don’t have plans for techno yet, maybe he’s also a tiny and thought he was the only one of any of his online friends, but the group FaceTimes him and he sees Tommy is small too but doesn’t make a big deal out of it, just a mentions it in the conversation at some point. Tommy feels instantly better. “Technoblade’s a bigger bad ass than any of you talk freaks!” “Techno was already the coolest, but none of you have a chance now.”

-Tommy wrestles with everyone’s hands

If you can’t tell I love this idea so much lol

-🦎anon

omg I love your ideas so much thank you and I’m so so sorry this post is so long I was gonna split it up but then I was motivated and got really excited (also pls forgive me for any spelling errors this is long and I didnt want to go back and edit it) :]

Little streamer au drabbles

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When Phil and Kristen had originally been planning out all the things they could do at the meet up they didn’t take into account the possibility that any of their friends might be well...tiny. So when the day came for the group to go to the amusement park and they were stopped by security at the first ride Phil knew the day wasn’t going to end well.

“Sorry sir,” the man said to Wilbur who currently had Tommy in his front pocket, “Tinies can’t go on the rides here, it’s too much liability for the park.”

Wilbur just stared at the man in mild confusion, “What if I hold him though, there’s no way anything could happen.”

The man just shrugged, “I don’t know it’s the park’s rules not mine so you can either stay out here with him or pass on rides for today.”

Wilbur looked down at the small teen in his pocket and could tell he was getting upset by the confrontation. Tommy’s shoulders drooped and he kept his eyes down as if to not show the others his disappointment.

“Its alright big man, go on I can stay down here,” Tommy whispered and patted Wilbur’s chest reassuringly. The attempt at comfort just made Wilbur’s frown grow.

“Hey it’s alright Will I’ll stay down here with Tommy,” Tubbo said, “I’m not the biggest fan of heights anyways.”

Wilbur reluctantly agreed and handed over the tiny to the other teen who walked over to one of the benches to wait for the others.

When Wilbur and Phil got off the roller coaster they panicked when they couldn’t find the two teens until they found Tubbo riding on a carousel horse with Tommy hanging off the pole.

Safe to say Wilbur didn’t let Tubbo take Tommy the rest of the day. (Sorry i didnt do angst for this one)

(More under the cut)

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Tommy was so excited to go to the arcade with his friends. When they got there though and Tommy saw all the prizes he could win he started to form a plan.

Tubbo of course would be the one to help him out though since he was the only one that was willing to let Tommy cause any chaos.

It started with small things like having him help them cheat on skeeball or hit targets with his hands on shooting games until they started to look for more ways to cheat.

For the final plan, Tubbo watched as Tommy climbed through the slot of a crane machine and tried to push a large bear toy into the hole.

When he saw the bear he thought Wilbur would like it and while Tubbo was usually opposed to crane games since it’s just a “waste of fucking money” he wasn’t necessarily opposed to helping Tommy get into the machine.

Everything was going fine until a woman with a child came over to the machine to play for themselves; immediately Tommy ducked down beneath the plushies so they wouldn’t get caught and Tubbo began to panic when he lost sight of the tiny.

It was at that moment that the rest of the group came over to Tubbo and asked where Tommy was.

“Uhhh hes in the bathroom,” Tubbo said nervously.

Phil tilted his head at the boy, “Uhuh...where is he Tubbo?”

“Ummmm so about that big man we uh-“

However, Tubbo was interrupted by his phone dinging and his face went pale as he read the text from Tommy.

-Pls get me out of here big man I can’t get this shit off me anymore-

“Uhhhh...oh fuck,” Tubbo muttered, “Um I have not the best news for you.”

“And what’s that?” Wilbur asked.

“Ummm do you have any coins on you?”

Phil looked at Tubbo with confusion, “Yeah, why do you ask mate?”

Tubbo turned back to the crane where the mother and daughter had left and laughed nervously, “well....ummm so by bathroom I kinda meant uh the crane machine? Yeah, Tommy’s in there.”

The adults immediately freaked out at the situation because what the fuck were the kids thinking. And when Tubbo told Wilbur they were just trying to get the teddybear for him cause Tommy thought he’d like it, he felt even more dread.

After almost an hour of Wilbur and Phil putting in money into the claw machine they finally got enough toys out of the way to see the tiny.

With one more try Tommy was able to grab onto the claw and let himself fall out of the machine. Wilbur immediately scooped him up to scold him for being a dumbass but when he saw that Tommy’s face was red and swollen he decided instead to just slip Tommy into his pocket to rest.

With the extra cheated tickets though they were able to buy Tommy a tiny plastic nerf gun from the arcade before they left.—————————————————————

Wilbur was surprised at how quickly Phil and Tubbo were okay with Tommy’s size. While Tubbo apparently had a tiny sister and Phil had had tiny friends before, Wilbur couldn’t recall ever actually interacting with someone so small expect for in passing.

He really cared about Tommy as both a friend and as a brother and he was so afraid of messing up with the teen. He didn’t want to hurt or offend Tommy in any way so of course he went to the best place to figure out what to do: wikihow.

The articles were strange for sure but anything to make Tommy feel more comfortable with him would be worth it.

So the next day when Tommy was supposed to be eating breakfast at Wilbur’s house and Wilbur wouldn’t pick him up to put him on the table he thought the taller man was just being a dick.

Then when Tommy asked him if he would pick him up Wilbur walked away from him to go to the bathroom instead of helping him.

After a minute the brunette man walked back and reached a hand down to lay besides Tommy. Tommy stepped onto his palm and expected him to pull him up towards him but when he didn’t he started to get really annoyed.

“Hey you can move what the fucks up witb you right now you’re being all weird and shit man,” Tommy grumbled.

“Huh? Oh I just...I was looking up some stuff about uh tinies and I thought maybe it would make you more comfortable?” Wilbur whispered with embarrassment.

“What?” Tommy laughed, “Why the fuck would you do that you were fine before I would tell you if I wasn’t comfortable big man you don’t have to worry about that.”

Wilbur felt his heart swell at the comfort and slowly lifted Tommy up to the table for them to eat together. It was still strange having someone so small around but Wilbur would get used to it for Tommy.—————————————————————

Tommy usually didn’t have any problems with having bigger people around. All his friends at home and his family were all humans so he knew he was overreacting about none of his online friends being tinies. But when they went out to dinner together and Phil, Tubbo, and Wilbur were all talking together while Tommy sat next to Wilbur’s cup something broke inside him.

The reason he loved streaming so much was that he thought he finally had met other people like him, but he guessed it was his own fault for never really checking.

As the three laughed loudly Tommy felt himself becoming more and more overwhelmed by the chaos in the restaurant. He couldn’t cry now though his friends were having fun, it would be a dick move for him to ruin the meet up for them just because he expected them to be tinies.

Throughout the meal and on the way home Tommy was mostly silent, he sat in Wilbur’s pocket as they arrived at the man’s apartment. Wilbur waved goodbye to Phil and Tubbo as he took Tommy inside.

Wilbur sat Tommy down on the counter as he changed and Tommy finally felt a few tears fall from his eyes. He heard the sound of a door opening and quickly hid behind a tea box so Wilbur wouldn’t see him in this state.

He started to shake as the tears kept coming while he heard Wilbur searching around for him.

“Tommy?” Wilbur called out but Tommy couldn’t even get a solid breath much less respond.

After a few moments Tommy felt the tea box he was hiding near shift as a large hand wrapped him up gently.

“Oh jeez Tommy are you okay?” Wilbur asked as he lifted Tommy to his eyes.

Tommy wiped his eyes and slowly nodded to Wilbur who looked heartbroken by the tears.

Wilbur sighed, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tommy shook his head no and Wilbur gave the boy a sad smile.

“I’m sorry Tommy, we’ll talk about this later okay,” he whispered as he tucked Tommy up against his chest. He held the tiny until he heard soft snores replace the sobs and promised himself that whatever made him this sad would never happen again.—————————————————————

Techno had been tweeting at the rest of the sleepy boys since the start of the meetup. The American wished he had gotten to meet up with his friends but sadly because of covid there was no way to safely visit the UK, so instead they settled for FaceTiming one night so that Techno wouldn’t feel as left out.

Techno grabbed his specially made phone and anxiously waited for the call. When Phil’s contact showed up Techno opened it immediately and was greeted by the familiar blonde human’s face along with Tubbo in the corner.

“Hey Techno!” Phil smiled as Tubbo waved aggressively.

Techno smiled and waved back, “Hullo.”

After a little bit of shuffling Wilbur appeared on the screen with something cupped in his hands.

“What you got there Will?” Techno asked with an amused expression.

“It’s me bitch! Ayyy Techno,” a loud and annoying but familiar voice yelled form the taller man’s hands.

“Oh hey Tommy,” Techno laughed, but besides that there was almost no reaction to Tommy’s height.

“That’s it? No big ‘wow you’re small’ or like ‘poggers’ or anything?” Tommy asked.

Techno hummed in response, “Nah why would I care your nothing special cause you’re small.”

Tommy huffed and crossed his arms at Techno, “I’m not special bitch? I’m the only tiny here I’m amazing!”

A small chuckle left Techno as he realized the situation.

“And why are you so sure you’re the only one huh?”

Tommy blinked wide eyed at Techno before a wide grin spread across his face.

“Wait you’re small too?” Phil asked.

Techno nodded to his friends who all had different ranges of shock on their faces.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy screeched causing everyone to laugh.

“See I knew this is why you were so much cooler than these bitches were alpha men you see,” Tommy laughed.

“Yeah,” Techno smiled, “I’m sure that’s why.”

The rest of the call was calmer however Tommy continued to insist that Techno and him were much cooler than the rest of the them. —————————————————————

The first time Tommy had been grabbed to try to get him to calm down or stay still it had been by Phil when he was trying to cook breakfast and Tommy kept getting too close to the stove top. Phil placed his hand over Tommy to keep him still when he felt the kid latch onto his pointer finger and try to pull it away.

“Ay what are you doing mate?” Phil laughed as the tiny continued to struggle with his finger.

“I’m wrestling you big man can’t you tell, and I’m fucking winning!” Tommy grinned.

Phil chuckled at the kid before flipping him over with his thumb.

“Yup you’re winning sure,” he said slyly.

When Wilbur and Tubbo walked in to Phil trying to pin down Tommy with his fingers while the small boy laughed and pushed them away as much as he could they had no fucking clue what was going on.

[ginnympotter]

call it even

Chapter 2: for old times’ sake

A/N: uhhh so spoiler or whatever but this has a small amount of pretty mild smut? which i've never attempted i can't believe i'm pressing post on this thing please don't judge me lol you can also read this chapter on AO3

I’m parked between the Methodist and school.

She read the text, looked at herself in the mirror one more time, and braced herself. She took her coat off the hook and as she was zipping it up she heard her mother coming down the stairs. “Ginny, hun, are you going out?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing the doorknob, trying to get out as quick as she could.

But before she could walk out Molly asked, “You know Harry could have come in, right?”

She looked at her mother’s smug smile and groaned. “Goodnight, Mom,” and swung the door shut behind her.

She walked quickly two blocks down, turned right and crossed the street. It was easy to spot Harry’s old truck, not just because there were only 3 other cars parked on that road, but also because it stuck out like a sore thumb, and also was a staple in so many of their memories. She knocked on the passenger side’s window and opened the car door, hopping into the seat. She looked over at Harry to say hi, and saw him smiling. “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course,” Harry said as she shut the door. “But why did you make me park two blocks over?”

“Because I didn’t want it to be awkward, with me staying at my parents’ house, but it didn’t even matter because my mom just knew I was going to hang out with you.”

“Molly knows all.”

“Too much.” She looked over at their old high school building, and then at the field they were parked in front of, nostalgia filling her up. “Nice parking spot.”

“It’s weird working at the school we went to. Where those bleachers are,” Harry responded. She felt a tightness in her throat, feeling both excited and uneasy that he was already bringing these types of things up. “Remember how pissed Molly was when we skipped the prom?”

“Thank God she never found us under those,” Ginny heard herself respond. She and Harry looked at one another, twin smirks on their faces. The school bleachers might not be exactly the ideal, romantic place to lose your virginity, but for them it made total sense. She collected herself before her thoughts would get her carried away. “So, um, where to? Everywhere’s closed.”

“Did you eat already?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay, um...maybe we could just drive around for a bit? And then head back to my place for a glass of wine?”

Memories from last year flashed in her mind. She nodded and buckled herself in silently. He started the car, the engine gave a loud and disquieting noise, and then they took off. “I cannot believe this truck is still running.”

Harry lightly tapped the dashboard. “She never lets me down.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sniggered. She looked out the window as they drove down the roads. “Believe it or not I kind of missed this place. Has it changed at all?”

“The same as it ever was,” Harry responded. “But I know you don’t like it that way.”

His eyes were on the road but she could feel what he meant without seeing his face. “I do, sometimes,” she clarified, hoping he would hear her for what she meant. “Is Dumbledore still principal?”

“Yeah, he is,” Harry told her. “And McGonagall still teaches math.”

“You were always their favorite.”

“Dumbledore’s, maybe,” he shrugged. “But McGonagall? She still goes on about my dad. They have tea together like, once a month.”

“But McGonagall let you get away with basically everything. She was just sly about it.”

“Much to Snape’s chagrin.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me he still works there?”

“Unfortunately.” Ginny blanched, and Harry laughed in appreciation. “He was so pissed when Dumbledore hired me. I just avoid him at all costs.”

“I can’t believe you willingly accepted a job where you have to see Snape every day.”

“I know. It’s worth it, though. I really love teaching,” he said. They halted at a stop sign and he used the opportunity to look at her as he said, “You helped me realize that.”

“I was a great tutee, if I do say so myself,” she smiled. “How about the coaching bit? Did the kids ever recover from their loss?”

Harry drove them around all the backroads as he talked about coaching and working at the school. Much of the anxiety she was holding inside her had slowly melted away as they eased back into their regular rapport. Her heart felt like it doubled in size as he talked about his favorite students (though at first proclaiming, “I don’t play favorites, but…”). He asked her more about life in LA and her first year being a starter.

When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Ginny hung up her coat and watched as Harry’s eyes not so subtly raked over her body before he turned to his cabinet and took out two wine glasses. She sat in the same spot she did the last time she was on his sofa as Harry listed off various wine options. Harry updated her on all the most recent Tupelo gossip as they drank and reminisced on the different characters they grew up with. Every time he smiled she felt a piece of her heart break, she missed seeing it so much.

Harry must’ve sensed it- or perhaps he heard the crack inside her chest- as one of those times his smile dropped to a frown as he looked at her with concern. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ginny tried, taking the last sip of her wine and placing the glass down on the coffee table. She then noticed the People Magazine cover where she was in a little square on the top right for her interview with them last month.

She picked it up and held it in front of Harry, who suddenly turned red. “Er, I, um-” he stammered, and she laughed.

“Fred and George were just making fun of me for this yesterday at their party.”

“What’s to make fun of?” Harry asked, attempting to recover. “I think you did great.”

“Just a bit corny of a profile, I guess,” she responded. “Can I ask why you have it?”

Harry sighed, giving Ginny a very pointed look.

“What?”

“I have it because I was proud of you,” he replied carefully, taking another sip of his wine. “Is that a bad thing?”

And before she could register exactly what she was saying, the words “You could’ve texted me” flew out of her mouth.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “About the People profile?”

“Sure,” she said. Her brain telling her shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, but her mouth continued. “Or any other time before that. Or after I left this apartment after my brother’s wedding.”

Just as quickly as Harry’s face reddened before, it had now drained of all color. “I, er… I don’t-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat. “You could’ve texted me too, you know.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Ginny,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. Can’t we just...enjoy our time together while you’re here? Before you leave in a few days? I don’t want to fight.”

“Why didn’t you?” she repeated, more quietly this time.

“You know why,” he said defiantly, in an equally low voice.

“I don’t, actually.”

He groaned, putting his glass down next to hers before looking at her intensely. He looked tired, sad. “Because the only thing I wanted to text you was to ask you to stay. And I couldn’t ask that; it wouldn’t be right.”

She had an inkling that this would be his answer, but it still felt nice to hear him confirm it. “No, I suppose not.”

“And I wanted to text you so many times after, but… I was too afraid of what I’d say. And then too much time passed, and- I don’t know, I’m sorry, Gin.”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Harry blinked, taken aback by the abrupt question. “No,” he said.

“Neither am I,” she told him, and then moved closer to him, so close that their legs touched. “You’re right, you couldn’t ask me to stay. But… how about I stay the night, and we could call it even?”

It took Harry a moment to register her proposal. When he did, he swallowed, his adam’s apple protruding against his throat. “Are...are you sure?”

She decided then to let go of her inhibitions, to act on impulse and burning desire, and placed herself on his lap facing him, her knees tightly against his hips, her hands meeting on the back of his neck, lightly scratching the bottom of his scalp. “I’m sure.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Right, then,” he mumbled, and then his lips were crashing against hers, and his arms moved her impossibly closer to him. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept atop hers; Harry moaned as he did it, as Ginny moved her fingers through his hair and pressed her chest against his. They kissed passionately, slow and hot, then fast and urgent, then slowly again. They fell back into their rhythm seamlessly.

When Ginny pulled away to kiss his neck, Harry’s voice was raspy. “Fuck,” he exhaled. She moved her tongue lightly along his collar bone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear as she ground herself more firmly on his growing erection. He groaned, moving his hands to Ginny’s ass and cupping it. “Fuck,” he repeated. “I missed this. I missed you.”

She was too stimulated to think too much about his words for too long, but nevertheless, they still caused her heart to lurch. And hearing Harry express himself- even just the slightest showing of vulnerability from him- always turned her on even more. She blew hot air on his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and then pulled away to take off his sweater. He smiled in a daze as she got the sweater off of him and discarded it. He didn’t waste another second before throwing off his T-shirt (his glasses momentarily getting caught in the process) and then doing the same to her, so he could have the next several seconds to unhook her lacy blue bra and let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and admired the view of her chest, then glanced up at Ginny before touching her. She gave a quick nod and he let himself feel her breasts in his hands again for the first time in almost a year, massaging them gently, then with more power. Ginny felt herself grow hotter just watching how Harry responded to her. He leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, using his fingers to play with her left nipple in the way that always drove her mad. She allowed herself to enjoy it fully, moaning as she pleased, arching into him, pulling at his hair as he switched from one to the other.

Before long it was too much, and she grabbed his face and disconnected his mouth from her chest so she could kiss him again. She felt her lips tingle with the touch of his tongue, her skin burn as his hands moved to her back, running down slowly to her waistband, reaching under her pants to touch her bare ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks gently. God, she loved when he did that. After she kissed him thoroughly enough, and her pants felt too wet to wear anymore, she moved to undo Harry’s belt buckle, which in turn encouraged him to unzip her jeans. She removed herself from him so they could remove what was left of their clothes. Seeing how hard he was for her, full and bare, made her weak in the knees yet simultaneously at her most powerful. She pushed Harry back down on the couch, let her knees give in to the floor, and cupped his balls. “Ginny-” Harry grunted, but before anything else could come out of his mouth she took him in her own, licking up his length, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down.

It was only around thirty seconds later that Harry stopped her, pulling her head off of him. “Wait, wait, stop-”

Immediately, she felt embarrassed. “Was that...ok?”

“Oh, God, Ginny, of course, it was more than ok, it was fucking amazing but...but I want to help you out first. Please.”

“Harry, it’s fine-”

“No, please,” he said earnestly. “I want to. I really want to.”

She let go of him and nodded wordlessly. He helped her up, laid her down on the couch, and kissed her gently. He then whispered, “Let me make you happy.”

“You always make me happy,” she whispered back. His features changed from eager to wistful. He kissed her again, much more firmly this time, and then worked his mouth from her neck along her body, over each breast, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, before he reached his final destination. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he pressed his tongue up and down against her clit.

She didn’t have to think or speak or do anything; Harry knew exactly the way she liked it, no matter how much time in between their sexual activities passed, he never lost track of exactly what made her scream, what made her shake in ecstasy, as she did only a few minutes after he began. As she came down from her high, Harry kissed his way back up her body, until reaching her cheek, which he kissed delicately. “You feel good?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mm,” was all she could respond in the moment, panting from pleasure still.

He chuckled sweetly, kissing her cheek again, then her forehead, then her lips. Once her breathing had steadied somewhat, she heard him speak again. “What else do you want?”

“To fuck you,” she breathed out.

Harry moaned at her words as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth, the vibrations sending tingles down to her toes. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

“We can go to your bed for round two,” she told him, smiling widely. “But round one is happening right here, right now on this couch.”

“If you insist,” he said hoarsely, moving over her, wasting not another second. They had already lost enough time.

***

Behind her eyelids, Ginny could feel the light pouring into Harry’s bedroom. She felt a twinge of joy as she moved her arms to find Harry’s torso, but all she could find were the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that his side of the bed was empty. Her stomach fell as she scanned the room for him. She sat up and heard a bit of clanging around in the kitchen. The bedroom door was half-open. She rose from the bed, opened the drawer where Harry kept his t-shirts, and threw his go-to blue tee over her head. She stepped out of his room and walked down the hall to find Harry, wearing only a pair of boxers and his glasses, his hair as messy as ever, pouring an omelet onto a plate with expert ease.

“Morning,” she said quietly.

He turned to look at her and grinned, looking her over. “Morning. Nice shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone in there. I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

“That’s sweet, Harry.” She went to sit at the island and he waved his hands. “No, no, not here!”

“Excuse me?”

“Breakfast in bed ,” he clarified. “I’ll bring it in, you go relax, I just am finishing up on the home fries and then I’ll bring it right in.”

“You sure?”

He waved his spatula in the direction of his room. “Go on, now!”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him fondly before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Fine, but I’m using your bathroom first.”

“Do what you must.”

After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she settled back into Harry’s bed and scrolled through her phone. Only a few minutes later, Harry entered with their plates, handing one to her and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Her insides melted at the gesture. She softly thanked him, scooted over and dug in. Harry sat on his side but at the foot of the bed, his legs folded and his plate on his lap, that way he could face her. They ate in silence, exchanging occasional grins. She felt slightly distracted by his shirtless form and the way their feet touched. When she finished she handed Harry her plate. “That was delicious, thank you. Compliments to the chef.”

“My pleasure,” he told her. “I like cooking for people.”

“Perhaps if this teaching thing doesn’t work you can go to culinary school.”

“I know you’re joking, but I’d honestly consider it,” he said as he stacked their empty plates and leaned over to put them on his bedside table. He then sat beside her and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers. “What would you like to do today? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing plans…”

“I do have a hot date or two lined up, but I could always reschedule them for next year,” she joked.

“How kind of you,” he replied, picking up her hand and kissing it. Ginny was finding it hard to control herself with all the seemingly small, natural affection he was showing. “But really, anything in mind?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe we’d sleep in half the day- just for old times’ sake?”

Harry chuckled, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 10am. You want to go back to sleep?”

“Well, maybe not right away,” she said, lacking subtlety. “Thought we could do something to tire us out first.”

“Hmm,” Harry pretended to think. “What could that be?”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, and he sighed, using his free hand to cup her face. After kissing each other sweetly for a minute or two, Harry let go of her hand to grab her and pull her onto his lap. He quickly realized that other than his shirt she wasn’t wearing anything else at all, moaning as he grabbed her ass. He deepened the kiss and Ginny became wrapped up in its intensity, returning it right to him, her hands wrapped up in his hair. Although her body was in the driver’s seat, her mind and heart were racing, thinking about how much this man meant to her, how much she felt like herself when she was with him, how much he made her feel like she could do anything. She cherished every second she could steal with him, before all she’d have is memories to replay until the next time, cementing the feel and the taste of him into her brain. She didn’t want it to ever end.

But not before long, Harry seemed to slow down, and then he pulled away altogether. When Ginny leaned back in to continue the kiss, he barely reciprocated.

“Harry?” she asked, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I…” He looked at her and she could see the storm of emotions in his emerald eyes. He leaned his head against hers and exhaled. “I’m fine. But...can we pause this for a moment? Can we talk?”

A wave of dread washed over her as she nodded her head and removed herself from his lap. Sensing her tension, Harry grabbed her hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “What is it?” she asked reluctantly.

He inhaled deeply, his forehead creased. “When you leave later today, I… I don’t want it to be like last time.”

“Well, that’s easy then,” Ginny told him, attempting a smile. “All you have to do is text me when I land back in L.A. this time.”

“And what would that imply, exactly?” Harry questioned. “Me texting you, that is.”

“It-” but Ginny realized she didn’t really have an answer- or, at least, she couldn’t give the answer she really wanted. “It would mean that this wasn’t just some meaningless thing to you.”

Harry frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Is that what you really thought? Or what you’ll think if you leave later?”

Ginny considered his question. “I suppose not.”

“Of course not,” he corrected her, speaking with conviction as he squeezed her hand. “Ginny… I still-”

“Stop,” she interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”

She wanted to hear him say it, of course she did, but she would never be able to leave if she let him continue. She felt her heart break a bit at Harry’s disappointed expression. “What do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice quiet but his tone stabbing. “That I don’t care about you? That I don’t miss you? That I don’t think about you every time I try to date someone else? I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but I have to tell you, I can’t even fathom you thinking for even one second that anything between us could ever be meaningless to me. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I don’t know how to do this.”

“No,” she said as she put a hand on his leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, hearing all of that was too hard for her.  Knowing the feelings are mutual “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… The meaningless thing was an overreaction, alright? I know… we’ll always mean so much to each other.”

Harry sighed, closing his eyes, his thinking face on. Ginny knew that face too well, and she knew he was trying to work out in his mind how to phrase all his feelings. “I just don’t understand why we gave up two years ago. We did long distance from your senior year in high school through all of college and it was fine. I didn’t want to break up. But you were so insistent that this is what was best once you got a spot on the team and I didn’t want to feel like I had to persuade you to stay together and I just…”

Ginny’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was such an ache in his voice… it hurt her to hear. “I don’t know, Harry, I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing,” she settled on. How could she explain giving up on them to him? To herself? “College was one thing, but as working adults? It just felt like we’d never be in the same place, we’d never be able to actually spend time together… I didn’t want to hold you back. I didn’t realize you…that you would’ve… I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry.”

“No, I should’ve fought harder for us,” he told her, eyes blazing. “It’s not too late, is it?”

Ginny exhaled as Harry squeezed her hand again. “Harry, I can’t stay here-“

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to wait for me. I don’t know what’s going to come with my career.”

“I don’t care how far apart we are,” he asserted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else- I’ve tried, and I’m sure you have too, but we always end up back here, don’t we?  I want to be with you. We can figure the rest out as we go. It’s us, you know?”

He smirked at the end of his sentence, and all the feelings she’d been holding in for two years seemed to boil over at once. God, she missed that smile. The same smile as the one she dreamed about every day when she was only 11 and he spent every summer day over at their house with Ron. The same smile that he gave her after their first kiss, and after they skipped the prom and hid out under the bleachers, and when he came home to visit from college for the first time, and when he visited her in her dorm, and when he saw her standing in her bridesmaid dress at Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and then when he took it off of her later that night, and when they bumped into each other at the airport a few months ago, and just last night as she curled up against him in his bed and kissed him goodnight.

Tears warned to spill over, and she cursed herself for blinking one free. Harry put a hand on her face and wiped it for her with his thumb. He looked deeply into her eyes, which only caused more tears to fall. He wiped another for her, and then he kissed one away, and then he kissed her lips so gently she could barely register it.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice for some type of answer.

She looked away from him, staring down at their knees. “I still don’t know, Harry. I’m confused. Everything you’re saying… I want that, I do, but it just doesn’t… seem practical. And… I mean, if we did get back together, what about everything after that? Do you want to stay in Tupelo forever?”

“Not necessarily,” he responded flatly. “I love my job now but I don’t know if I’ll still want to be here in a few years… But do we need to be making those types of decisions now?”

“Well if we don’t, then what? We get back together and three years down the line we break up because we realize we’re still not on the same page? I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

Harry let out a defeated sigh, causing Ginny to look up again. The fire in his eyes was being stomped out by disappointment. “Gin, listen… all I know is that ever since I was sixteen all I’ve wanted is to be with you, whatever it took to make that happen. That hasn’t changed, not one bit, even nine years later. I know we can make it work. If it’s not what you want… I don’t want you to be with me if you aren’t fully in it. But I want to be in your life. I don’t know what that looks like for you right now, but however it does, I’ll be there. Even if that’s only as your brother’s best friend.” He offered a sad smile as he finished.

But you’re so much more than that , she wanted to say, but felt like that’d just be proving his point, and she still felt too confused and overwhelmed. Selfishly, she leaned in and kissed him, long enough to memorize the feeling for later but quickly enough to prevent any further persuasion from the magic of his mouth. She braced herself for her own heart’s self-destruction as she opened her eyes and said, “I think I should go home, now.”

Harry’s sadness lingered for a moment, before he channeled his expertise of shutting down, his features flickering to blankness. “If...if that’s what you want. Let me drive you home, at least?”

She wanted to say no, that she’d just order an Uber, but her mouth betrayed her. “Ok.”

He let go of her hand and stood up. “I’ll, er, just throw on some clothes real quick, then run and grab yours and leave you to get dressed.”

She nodded and watched him throw on a pair of jeans, an undershirt, a jumper, and socks rather haphazardly. She listened as his feet creaked across the hallway floors, and waited with bated breath as he made his way back moments later, handing her a pile of her clothes. She muttered a “thank you” and averted his eyes as she took them.

“Take your time,” he told her gently, and made his way back out.

The moment the door clicked closed, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed out all the tears she could, so none would escape for him to see when she would have to face him again. She wiped her face and felt the warmth leave her as she got up from his bed, her haven. She threw off his shirt and put on her clothes from the night before, but folded up his t-shirt and stuffed it in her purse. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she could take as many of his t-shirts as she liked; he bought extras just for her.

She looked in the mirror, quickly threw her hair back in a low ponytail, and inhaled deeply, as if the air entering her lungs would give her courage to move forward as she opened up his bedroom door and walked towards the entrance.

Harry had his sneakers on, her shoes lined up and her coat ready for her in his hands. She slipped on her shoes and against her better judgment she allowed him to slip her jacket on for her, arm by arm. She hated the electricity that crackled through their every touch. She did not want to leave, she hated herself for leaving, even.

As if he sensed her self-deprecation, he took hold of her hand after it slipped through the sleeve. “Gin, it’ll be okay.”

She didn’t believe him, of course, it was just his typical optimism in order to protect everyone he loved, Except it made Harry look out for everyone else’s comfort at his own expense.

He grabbed his keys and led them out of his flat. They got into his car quietly. Without taking the backroads, the ride was relatively short, only taking 3 songs on the classic rock station of his ancient car radio to make it back to her home, the Burrow.

He parked right outside, which was a mistake, as her mother was out in the front with their family dog, Pig. She was wise enough to just offer a wave and a smile and resume walking with him.

Harry turned to her and asked in a low rasp, “Can I see you again? Before you fly back? Will you still be at your family’s for New Year's?”

“Yeah, I will,” she told him. “I’ll...I’ll see you there.”

Harry nodded. He clicked the unlock button for the doors. “Just...just think about what I said, alright?”

Ginny swallowed, nodding back. “I will.”

He kissed her cheek, his lips burning against her cold skin, and as he pulled away he leaned over to open her door for her. She attempted a smile in thanks, hopped out of his truck, and closed the door gently behind her.

She didn’t look back as she walked through her lawn, as she heard him call out to her mother, “See you soon, Mrs. Weasley!,” as Pig barked merrily at him and Harry laughed out, “I’ll see you soon, too, Pig!” before driving away.

She was grateful that her mother didn’t pursue her as her legs worked their hardest to get her to the door, through the entrance, and up the flight of stairs to her room, into her own bed, waiting for a sense of safety or relief that never came.

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Hi! From the kissing prompts, may I humbly request "being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward" with bruabba? Specifically, Bruno being the one unable to open his eyes? Thanks in advance!!!

I love kiss/romance scenes in general so I love these prompts, but I seriously love this one for Bruabba! My heart fluttered a lil when I got this ask :) This is uhhh clearly from a "nobody dies" au because Araki can't tell me what to do xoxo

Edit: mention of blood/serious injury but everyone lives 💕

Abbacchio would say it took a while for things to return to normal, except there really hadn't been a normal to return to in the first place. Maybe it was a word that should have been thrown out entirely, stricken from his personal lexicon when he got mixed up with stands and Passione and... and Bruno. Of course, the last item on that list had turned his life upside-down in a completely different way than the others. But, all that aside, the dust settled, and things shifted into place anew. Not normal. Not even Passione's old "normal." But it was a welcome reprieve from the constant danger the past couple months had thrown at them.

They had all healed physically, more or less, with Giorno's help. Abbacchio had bitched and complained, insisting that if the boy was going to heal Bucciarati's wounds, then he was going to stay and watch to ensure that Bruno was fine. He turned it over in his mind most nights before he fell asleep, almost as if he was trying to un-see the image of their trusted capo on death's doorstep, his body laying eerily still. Abbacchio's fingers gripped the cup of tea in front of him, wrapping around the warm porcelain as he attempted to anchor himself. They were all home. He was fine. Bruno was fine. He knew, but still—

"Abbacchio!" The young capo approaches the table with a broad, easy grin, and Leone's heart stutters. "I'm not late, am I?" "No, I just got here early."

"Ah." Bruno sits, blue eyes twinkling, and smiles at a passing waitress as he asks her for a cappuccino. The café is small, the outdoor patio pleasant as weather turned to the warm, gentle breezes of late spring, right on the cusp of summer. "What had you wanted to talk about? You sounded like it was important." Fuck. For as many times as he's rehearsed the conversation in his head, you would think Abbacchio would have a handle on this. Finally, he takes a breath before forcing out, "I almost fucking lost you, you know. When we went after Diavolo." Maybe it's the last thing Bruno had expected, his mouth parting and his eyebrows arching in surprise.

"I... Well, I'm all right, now. It does touch me that you worried that much..."

"Bucciarati, I don't think you understand." His own words sound strained to his own ears, pinched out as his throat tightens with frustration. "I don't say it as your subordinate. You know that, so don't give me that shit."

"Abbacchio..."

"Every time I close my eyes, I see you laying there.... fucking... fucking drenched in blood. You have to promise you'll be careful." The other man sighs, slender fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I don't think I can make that promise, Abbacchio. You knew as well as I did what we were signing up for, joining Passione." Abbacchio stares for a moment, genuinely dumbfounded. Bruno was one of the smartest people he knew. And yet, how could he be this goddamn stupid?

"Don't you understand?" he repeated. His voice was a hoarse, urgent whisper, like he could impress to Bucciarati the terror he had felt. "Capo.... Bruno."

"L...Leone?" The other man falters at the shift, the drop in formailties, and there's such vulnerability, something so open and endearing in the questioning look on his face, his blue eyes searching Abbacchio's. With a sigh, Leone reaches a hand out to tangle in Bruno's hair, cradling the back of his head as he pulls him in suddenly to crush his lips to the other man's. It's desperate, but it's soft. More honest, more raw, perhaps, than anything either of them have done or said in quite some time. Abbacchio can feel this in the way that Bruno tenses in surprise and then melts, can hear it in the soft sigh the capo gives against his lips.

For the first time in... he's not even sure when, Leone allows himself to want, and to want openly, messily... completely unguarded. The pads of his fingers tease the baby hairs on the nape of Bruno's neck, circling gently. Leone Abbacchio isn't the best with words— usually doesn't see the need for many— but he hopes that this will suffice to tell Bruno everything he doesn't know how to say.

When he allows himself to pull away from the young capo, his breath catches in his chest. Bruno sighs softly, not opening his eyes just yet, allowing Abbacchio to hold his face gently as he leans forward, touching their foreheads together.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and Leone feels something in his chest leap and ache at the same time. "I'm so sorry, Leone..." He squeezes his eyes closed even tighter for a moment, bringing his hand up to grasp the one that cups his face so tenderly. "I almost let you lose me. I didn't... I didn't realize that you might feel the same way I did. I will be careful, okay? You have my word." He exhales softly, and Abbacchio smiles in spite of himself as he rubs his thumb over Bucciarati's cheek.

"Bruno. Look at me. Open your eyes."

"One more second?" Abbacchio laughs softly at the request.

"Oh? Why's that?" The capo blinks open deep blue eyes, fixing them on his partner with a brilliant smile.

"It seemed like a moment worth remembering. I wanted to savor it. Now... Kiss me again?" Abbacchio grins.

"Of course."

[soulangel]

Mating with the Alpha-Chan

Summary: Finding out you’re basically the soulmate of your “boss at work” you never expected the feeling you had for him to rise so quickly, and so strongly. If only there was a way to show him just how much you wanted to be with him. Oh wait....there is a way...and you never expected the pain that came with it.

Group: Stray Kids; Werewolf Alpha!Chan x Human fem!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: mild degradation, choking, marking, biting, dry humping, praising, talk of mating, thigh riding, reader against a wall, heavy makeout

Word Count: 4.6k

Masterlist     Stray Kids Masterlist

    ‘Is this the right place?’ You thought to yourself while glancing down at the sheet of paper in your hand.

    650 Gongman St. You look up at the address on the side of the building. 650 Gongman St. Well, this was where you needed to be. And this is where your new life starts from here on out. You were to be Bang Chan’s new stylist, for some reason he’d specifically asked for YOU instead of any of the other candidates who asked to be his stylist. “Why me?” You’d asked your best friend who shrugged her shoulders in response.

    “Maybe he finds your shyness attractive? Who cares. Go get you some Bang! Everyone knows he’s the best idol out there to his stylists. He pampers the shit out of them. You’d get such nice things!” She replied with a grin, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “maybe you could give him something in return.” She snickered. “Like your vir-” “AND WE’RE DONE WITH THAT!”

    If only you knew just how true her words would be after your first day working for him.

    “Chan, this is Y/N. You met briefly during the interview, but now she’ll be your new stylist. Have fun you two, I gotta get the set ready.” Your boss commented lightly before disappearing through the dressing room door.

    Chan stared at you with a slightly tilted head, then gave you a bright smile. “Well hello there! As she said, I’m Chan. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N.” He said, giving you the smallest of bows before offering to shake your hand.

    You gave him the same courtesy and only managed a small grimace of a smile in response. “N-Nice to meet you too.” You mumbled softly, your right hand gripping your left arm in your worry of making a decent first impression; or second impression in this case.

    While you glanced down to the ground in your tiny embarrassment, you missed the look Chan gave as he watched you. His eyes darkened while his gaze seemed to take on a predatorial look, his canine sinking into his bottom lip at the innocent and naïve impression you were giving him. Oh how much he enjoyed seeing you looking so….so…..pure in that moment. How he wanted so badly to change that. “S-So then. I know this is your first day, but what were you planning on doing first? Makeup, or wardrobe?” He asked you, hoping you didn’t hear the stutter in the beginning of his sentence.

    With that question though, your demeanor changed immediately to a stylist, and you got straight to work. “Sit down in the chair for me please. We’ll do your makeup first and then move on to the clothes.” You told him seriously, moving into your work mode to the point Chan wasn’t sure if he was looking at the same person who was shyly greeting him not even a minute ago.

    He did as told, mainly because he was in shock at how your personality did a complete 180. He shouldn’t have been surprised. His personality did that a lot too; especially when he was onstage or, ahem, in his bedroom. But the sight was definitely a minor turn on for him as you stood in front of him, right in front of his knees where he could easily pull you in and trap you if he really wanted to. But he wouldn’t….no….he’d wait just a little and reel you in slowly. He was going to have a lot of fun corrupting you.

    He gave you the smallest of smirks as you focused so hard on getting his makeup and hair just right, not even paying attention to him staring at you. You’d then spent the next hour preparing him for his first part of the set going on outside his dressing room, trying your hardest to focus on getting as much of the concept correct as you could. “Hmmm, that should do it.” You finally muttered, stepping away from your masterpiece of a man, trying your hardest not to blush at the smile he gave you as he stood up off the chair to look in the mirror properly.

    He nodded his head in satisfaction before turning to you and opening his arms up, making you assume he wanted to give you a hug. You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he chuckled. “Isn’t it time to pick out my attire for the shoot? I don’t think I can walk out in this clothing and call it alright.” He mentioned, causing your cheeks to flush crimson.

    “R-Right! Oh, I’m so sorry.” You squeaked, rushing to grab the clothes for him to change into.

    Honestly, he didn’t even mind all that much that you made such a minor mistake. It was your first day, you were trying to do everything perfect, and his presence could be a little intimidating-he’d been told that a lot. Maybe it was the alpha in him roaring to come out around others, or maybe it was just you found him that attractive. Either way, the sulky expression on your face definitely made his pants get a tiny bit tighter. “Actually, before I get changed, do you mind if I slip out to the bathroom real quick?” He asked, pointing to the door sheepishly.

    You stared at him in surprise, cloth grasped in your hands. “U-Uhhh no? You can go, do you need to ask me?” You wondered, tilting your head in confusion as his frame all but ran out of the room and down the hallway.

    You went back to looking at the cloth in your hands as your brain went over the concept again and again. “This concept is going to kill me.” You whispered softly, a crimson flush to your cheeks once more at the thought of your bias and the man you’re currently working with being dressed up in the pieces you picked out.

    While you were whispering to yourself these things, Chan had managed to put air back in his lungs, and calm his raging hormones enough to soften the semi hard on in his pants. He was still close enough he could hear you talking to yourself, and hear the blood pumping through your veins at an elevated rate. Oh? Just what exactly were you thinking about to get you so worked up? You’ve been a little excitable since he first met you in the morning...or at least until you got in your work headspace. “What are you thinking about Angel?” He asked himself, his alpha purring in his chest as he thought about you.

    He realized the moment he met you in the interview...that you were his mate. It was just instinctual that he would hire you to be closer to you. And the fact you seemed so innocent and pure just stirred his inner wolf something fierce to the point he wanted you constantly. Ergo, the issue he was currently dealing with of calming his hormones on his way back to you. He could hear your mumblings still as he made his way into the dressing room, quietly watching you in surprise and fascination at the fact you were bouncing around the room looking at all the clothes and makeup you didn’t get a chance to see at first. “Oh my gosh this stuff is so good! But so expensive, what?! Oh my gosh-OH!” You were twirling around so much, you stopped in the middle of the room in shock when Chan’s figure leaning in the doorway caught your attention.

    You immediately bowed in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! How long were you standing there?! L-Let’s get you into these clothes!” You gushed quickly, rushing over to the garments you carefully laid on his chair for him to change into.

    He could only smirk and give you a small nod of the head while you both prepared him for his shoot.

    And that was how it would normally go for the first few months you worked for him. The way he so patiently waited for you to do your work, and even waited after the shooting was done to walk you to your car. He treated you so carefully and gently, you were positive his actions were slowly making you fall for him. And that terrified you greatly. 

    “Y/N! You okay Doll?” His familiar voice caught your attention and earned a surprised squeak from you.

    You quickly nodded your head and then shook it a little to break out of your thoughts. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine! Sorry, just got lost in thought I guess.” You replied, scrunching your nose a little in confusion.

    He could hear your heartbeat quicken, and glanced over at you with a small frown, wondering what could be going through your pretty little head to get you so worked up. “You sure? You seem a little flushed.” He commented, standing up off the seat to step closer to you.

    He didn’t like knowing something was bothering you enough to send your heat in a panic, and god did he wish he could read your mind to see what it was. Anything at all he wished for so he could help you calm down and relax. Without much thought, he gently leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, his large and warm hands cupping your cheeks affectionately. He could feel your face heating up and pulled away from you, looking at you in concern. “Do I need to take you home? I can cancel the shoot today.” He offered quickly, pushing small strands of hair away from your reddening face as you ducked your head in embarrassment.

    He rolled his eyes. “Y/N, you know what I am now...you know I can hear your heartbeat and feel the heat of your face. What’s wrong?” He muttered softly, fighting his wolf’s urge to make you answer him.

    You bit your lip and hid your face in your hands. “I-I’m just trying to….I don’t know...I-do you mind if I go home? I’m not feeling too well.” You whimpered out finally, one hand resting against your temple to ease the headache forming in your brain. 

    Before you could even look up at him, Chan had disappeared to go speak with the director and managers, telling them he wasn’t feeling all that good today and to just postpone the shoot until next Monday. Something everyone was not happy about, but still understood nonetheless. It was rare for him to call off such a large shoot, and the fact he played the part of “not feeling well” so well, they thought he might need to go to the hospital. He just shook off their concerns and told them he just needed a bit of rest.

    The moment he reappeared behind the door-about to walk in, you were slowly packing your tools up and putting everything away while mumbling to yourself how ridiculous this whole thing was. “So what if the guy who hired you is a werewolf. You can have feelings for a werewolf….right?” You asked out loud, halting your movements once the thought was out in the air.

    Chan felt his heart stop at the words you uttered, and a large grin broke out onto his face before he quickly opened the door. “Alright Doll, time to go.” He told you with that huge smile.

    You jumped at his sudden appearance and squeaked loudly, dropping the brushes in your hands. “Ch-Chan! Wh-you can’t just yell like that. We don’t all have your hearing.” You chuckled awkwardly while bending down to pick up the brushes scattered along the floor.

    He grabbed the couple that managed to make it to his feet and gave you a sheepish grin in response. “Sorry I just got excited. Sometimes the wolf likes to take over.” He replied quickly, handing you the brushes in one hand while the other scratched his neck awkwardly.

    You slowly took the objects from him, and gave him a tiny smile in response, tilting your head. “So the wolf likes to act like a puppy?” You asked back, hiding a snicker at his surprised look.

    The whining from his wolf made it hard for him to disagree with you in that moment, knowing you were the only one able to bring this side out of both him and his inner alpha. So he could only sigh and shrug his shoulders weakly at your giggle, finding more joy in your laughter than trying to prove you wrong. “Okay okay, stop laughing at my pain. You can do that over lunch.” He suggested, holding his hand out for you once he saw you finished packing up your makeup.

    It was your turn to smile at him as you immediately took his hand and let him pull you out of the whole building….and to his red motorcycle parked on the top of the parking garage. “Oh my god. This is YOURS?!” You squealed, rushing over to it in excitement. 

    He grinned and nodded his head, straddling the vehicle quickly before handing you a helmet. “Ready for the ride of your life?” He asked you, to which you nodded and jumped on behind him, reminding him to stop by your car to drop your makeup off first. It was way too expensive for you to just LEAVE OUT in the open.

    Cue a few months later with you now DATING the alpha wolf sat in your chair. Yes the company knew, along with most of the people who worked with you. They all tried doing something about it, by either sabotaging your station, starting rumors, or even taking it straight to the boss; who laughed in their face. Because Chan was their pride and joy of the company. He was the best, and always brought in excellent revenue for everyone. Why would they want to take away something from him if you were the thing making him happy at work now? A mad Chan equaled terrible things happening, and a weird growly sound always behind the humans who seemed to piss him off. It just made more sense to keep you around for him. Plus, according to him, you were pretty to look at which made him happier than ever.

    He wasn’t really surprised when you’d finally put in your two week notice and explained to him that you were ready to move on, and find another job with the new experience you’d gained from working with him. And the newfound confidence his alpha instilled in you just by being in his embrace made him purr in satisfaction. He’d explained everything to you, from the imprinting to the fact that you were his mate. The only concern was that you weren’t sure you were ready to give him the one thing still keeping you part of the human world. Because once you mated to him, you’d be unable to be away from him again, and that terrified you more than liking him in the first place. You’d tried bringing it up with him, but he’d always change the subject to keep you from going into a panic about the whole situation. How could he ask you to uproot yourself entirely just for him? He thought you would want to stay in your own little world for as long as possible, maybe a few years at least.

    So he was quite surprised when you caught him after he came home late one night in the hallway and practically attacked him with a kiss, your arms and legs attaching to his frame as your tongue tried poking through his lips to play with his own. “Well hello to you too Angel.” He grunted, smiling into the kiss when you nibbled on his lips.

    You huffed and hid your face in his neck, nipping his skin while trying your hardest to pull yourself against him. You didn't want any space in between you two anymore. “Channie. I missed you.” You whined out with a pout, licking your lips when he stared at you in complete adoration.

    He gently set you on the ground and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the crown of your head. “I missed you too Doll.” He chuckled.

    You shook your head and leaned up to kiss his jaw, about ready to suck a welt into the skin before thinking better of that and nipping his skin instead. As much as you wanted to leave a mark on him, you had a feeling his new makeup artist wouldn’t appreciate the dark spots all along his face and neck. “I-I…” You started, biting your lip as you thought about how to get the sentence out properly.

    He stopped immediately and stared at you in concern. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Did you try breaking up one of the boys’ fights again?” He jumbled out, pulling away from you to look at you from an arm’s length and spin you around for any injuries.

   He sniffed the air around you for any unfamiliar scents and heard his inner alpha howl the moment he scented the issue in your pants. He smirked and trapped you against the wall, leaning down a little to look into your eyes. “Ahhhh. I see what’s going on now.” He practically purred out finally.

    You whimpered and reached for him, biting your lip awkwardly. “I-I just…..It started this morning and all I could think of was...y-you...and….p-please…” You shuddered as his hand trailed along your body while you tried explaining yourself.

    He hummed in response to let you know he was listening, and slowly rested his body against yours, allowing his right leg to slip between yours and gently press against your core. You hissed and opened your mouth to say something when his mouth caught yours and swallowed your sounds. His tongue immediately found yours and gently started wrestling in playfulness, wanting to see just how needy you were. Your soft mewls gave him his answer quickly after and he rested his large hands on your hips, guiding you to start grinding down on his leg. You wasted no time following the rhythm of his hands, nipping at his lip and gently tugging on his shirt to pull him even closer to you. “That’s right Angel, keep going. You’ll feel so good.” He praised, letting his left hand run through your hair as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck as light as a feather.

    You shivered at the feel and felt your hips stutter in their rhythm of grinding. You tilted your head back and bit down on your lip, gripping the cloth of his shirt in your hands. “Ch-Channie I-mmmm!” You tensed at the feeling of his thigh muscles tightening against your core, and felt him smirking against your skin.

    He chuckled faintly and nipped at your neck, just barely letting a canine brush your skin. “You feel so good Doll. So good for me.” He mumbled lowly, almost purring in satisfaction at the whimper bubbling on your tongue.

    Your hips started moving quicker on their own accord until you were a mewling, whining mess about ready to come undone on his thigh alone. “I-I’m gonna….Channie….” You repeated over and over, breathing a little heavier the more you tried talking.

    The hand in your hair slowly moved along your head and down to your neck, right where he’d just nipped the skin. “So close Doll, so close.” He whispered in your ear, softly nibbling the lobe as you feverishly continued grinding against him.

    You leaned into his neck and bit him a little bit, earning a grunt of surprise. “O-Ohhhh….Alpha please.” You mewled while burying your head in his chest.

    Without a second thought, Chan pressed you back against the wall with his hand gently grasping at your neck, his eyes flashing a shade of gold you’d never seen before. “What did you just say?” He growled out, giving you a narrowed eyed look. 

    Being too far gone in pleasure to understand what you’d said, you could only whimper and weakly move your hips against him. “A-Alpha...p-please.”

    He pulled you into his chest and wrapped your legs around his waist, quickly walking you both into the bedroom where he laid you down and crawled on top of you. Before you could say anything to him, he captured you in the most heated and lustful kiss the both of you had shared yet. You were so lost in the desire and feeling of it all, you thought for sure you would pass out. He growled lowly and slowly pressed himself against you, his hips slowly started to rut against you as you ran your fingers through his hair. “That’s it Doll. S-So good.” He groaned, attacking your neck in open mouthed kisses and soft nibbles.

    You gasped softly and felt yourself press up against him, a knot starting to form in your stomach from the buildup of pleasure coursing through you. “I-I’m close Chan. I-....please.” You whispered breathlessly, letting your head fall back against the bedsheets.

    He continued to grind against you, a little bit harder this time while sniffing at your neck, his hand quickly moving towards his face to gently wrap around where he was sniffing. “Can I make you my little bitch, Doll? I’ll make you feel so good forever.” He groaned against your skin, opening his mouth to let out the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard.

    In that moment you knew you wanted to hear it again, and again. Of course when you were about to answer him, the slight squeezing around your neck brought you back to the present and caused you to moan loudly to the best of your abilities. “Alpha I-I…!” Before you even knew what had happened, your back had arched off the bed as the most delicious feeling ripped through your body tremors shaking you as you mewled and whimpered uncontrollably.

    Chan’s hand disappeared from around your throat then and instead his lips were kissing along the sides of your neck, praises being whispered into the air as he slowly and gently continued grinding against your core. Once you calmed down from your high and were able to stare at him through your tired eyes, you smiled a little and tried your best to sit up. “Channie.” You whispered out, getting pulled into a sitting position and pressed against his chest immediately.

    He stroked a hand through your hair and along your side soothingly, humming quietly so you know he heard you. You sighed and kissed his neck, leaning heavily against him. “W-Will you...um...will you bite me?” You hesitantly asked, biting your lip afterward in wait for his response.

    He pulled away from you in surprise and cradled your head in his hand. “You know what that means Angel. Are you sure?” He asked you, staring at you in wait as you tiredly tried coming to a decision.

    You just nodded your head and kissed his wrist. “I’m positive now. Please.” You sighed out, trailing your kisses up his arm and across his chest. 

    He grunted in surprise at your boldness and hummed a little. “Alright then.” He whispered, pulling your head up gently to kiss him.

    You sighed and tilted your head a little to kiss him easier, your hands moving up his chest and into his hair. “Channie please.” You whispered across his lips.

    He kissed you one more time before going for your neck, quickly latching onto the skin and leaving a large purple mark along the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could only whimper at the feeling as he took his time marking your neck with small and large hickies in random areas. “That’s right Doll, let me hear you. Tell me how good I made you feel.” He mumbled over a large mark, licking it gently and making you squirm in his grasp.

    You whined and moved to straddle his lap, quickly starting to grind yourself against him for friction. “Oh Channie. My Alpha.” You purred. 

    He growled at the tone in your voice and accidentally bucked his hips into yours roughly, earning a yelp in surprise from you. He didn’t think much of it as his mouth latched onto a particular spot on your neck that had you seeing stars, your small cry giving him just the spur he needed to hold you against him. His hips began rutting against yours quicker and harder than before and you were only able to weakly latch onto his shoulders. “That’s it Doll, call me like that again.” He grunted, his arms encasing you while his hand gently moved to the nape of your neck to guide it to the side.

    He kept his hips grinding against yours to bring you that much closer to your high, waiting for you to tilt over the edge again before he could give you what you wanted most today. And if what he was smelling was anything to go by, with your wonderfully sweet arousal in his nose, you were close again. He could feel your hips stuttering against his as you opened your mouth to say something, only letting out a small cry in bliss. “M-my Alpha!”

    The feeling of your orgasm hit stronger than before the moment you felt his teeth at your neck. With your core throbbing and contracting around air and your breathing coming shallowly, you could see spots behind your eyelids as he bit into you, the endorphins from his saliva mixing into your bloodstream to give you such a high, you were positive you wouldn’t want anything else with anyone else as long as you had him with you. You mewled your happiness and smiled blissfully as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the feel of your skin in his mouth. But after a few seconds he gripped you tighter and clenched his eyes shut, knowing it wasn’t going to last much longer before you were begging him to release you.

    It was a good thing he did too, because a couple seconds later you were whimpering for a different reason; the burning sensation in your neck proving to you just what it meant to give yourself over to him. “Ch-Chan...Channie please….it….it hurts.” You cried, clawing at his shirt for relief.

    He pressed your head into his chest and bit his lip at hearing your cries. “I know Angel. I know. It’ll be over soon. I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered, stroking your hair softly as you continued to thrash around in his grip.

    As a last ditch effort, you went as far as to bite him in the chest, just above his heart. Something his inner wolf was entirely enjoying if the howling was anything to go by. He groaned softly and held you closer to him-if that were possible-until you were calmed down from your fit. He could feel your body slump against his chest and sighed softly when he heard your heart rate return to normal. “Angel?” He whispered gently, looking down at your face to check on you.

    You tiredly hummed in response and nuzzling your face up into his neck, giving him the perfect view of the bruised mark he left on you. A perfect, beautiful little mark he knew was going to be on your skin forever. He sighed a little at feeling your body curling up against his that little bit, and picked you up to rearrange you in his lap until he was able to lay back on the bed with you cradled perfectly to his chest. “You did so well for me. So well Doll.” He mumbled fondly, kissing the top of your head.

    You could only hum in response and unconsciously nibble his skin; something he found you both really enjoyed.

~~~

Taglist: @channiewoo , @kpop-in-new-albion , @solacenebula , @sailing-goddess-of-ateez , @strawb-lix​ , @you-did-well-moon​

[orange-waterfalls]

...Happy New Year?

Darkiplier x gn!reader x Wilford

A/N: I am so disappointed and surprised that I haven’t written anything poly yet are you KIDDING ME. Does it take me 5 months to write a single fic? No. Might take me that long to find motivation and SINCE I don’t wanna be an ASSHOLE who takes requests and then DOESN’T WRITE THEM I’m probably gonna take a bit to think and figure out what I wanna do here with the blog. Uhhh reader is a retail worker who’s just. Tired and stressed. Dark and Wil decide to comfort them because good boyfriends are good! TW: mention of weed. And suggestive phrases? Also cursing. That’s it. Rated T. Enjoy and have a happy New Year everybody!

Word Count: 2.7k

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“Do you have to?” Wilford all but whined when you got ready for work. Except he did not whine because he does not whine because he is Wilford Warfstache, thank you. “It’s New Year’s Eve!”

“I’m fully aware what day it is, hon,” You said in a very soft voice because you knew Wilford had to be let down gently or he’d be grouchy for the next few months. “That’s why I’m not working overtime. Hopefully. Maybe I can get Sara to take over my shift, she’s not doing anything tonight. I wish I could’ve taken the morning shift, I do.” Darkiplier appeared next to Wilford, looking just as desperate.

“Can you not just… not… go?” Dark suggested, trying not to sound too needy. He knew that he failed by the look you gave him.

“I have to work, boys.”

“Do you though?”

“Wilford...”

“I can get you money.”

“Are you suggesting illegal activities, Mr. Warfstache?”

“We are not… besides stealing.”

“Wil.”

“We could pawn off Mark’s stuff, it’s probably worth a lot!”

“Both of you, stop it!” You said in a stern voice. They both looked like kicked puppies and you felt a little bad about it. “I’ll get home when I get home. You know I love you. If I never had to leave you, I wouldn’t. But I gotta, ok?”

“Kissies?” Wilford asked, tapping the tips of his fingers together. Darkiplier looked at the motion and back at his own fingers, seemingly trying to replicate it. You stared at his hands for a moment, watching the struggle with a resigned sort of curiosity. Wilford also stared at them until he couldn’t take it anymore and just put his hands over Dark’s.

“Just-Just… stop.” He said gently. Dark lowered his hands and they both looked back to you. You shook your head.

“I’ll be back before midnight. Order some takeout, please.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Wilford saluted.

“Goodbye, darling.” Darkiplier gave a little bow. You smiled warmly, walking over to the two. Darkiplier turned his head and you kissed his cheek. You tried to do the same for Wilford, but he turned his head back at the last second to catch your lips in a kiss. Additionally, he grabbed your face to keep you there. You pulled away and gently smacked his cheek before heading back to the door. Darkiplier glared at him a little. He stuck his tongue out in response.

“Bye! Love you!”

“We love you too, babes!” Wil called, wrapping his arms around Dark’s neck and leaning against him. Dark waved a goodbye to you. You shut and locked the door behind you. 

“Wil?” Dark said after they stood like that for a while.

“Yep?” Wil responded with his cheek squished to Dark’s shoulder.

“If you’re gonna cling to me we could at least lay down.”

“Cuddle time?”

“Sure. Cuddle time. Come on.” Dark tried to walk to the three’s shared bedroom, but Wilford wouldn’t let go. He quirked an eyebrow at the reporter. “Wil?”

“Yes?”

“May you… let go?”

“No.”

“Wil.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Wil…”

“No.”

“We can’t cuddle if you don’t let go.”

“Lies. Deception.”

“Wil, please, work with me here.” They looked at each other. Wilford slowly removed his arms from around the other man’s neck. Dark caught one of his hands, bringing his palm to his lips and gently kissing his hand.

“Someone’s feeling affectionate!” Wil exclaimed. Dark intertwined their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze before finally walking to the room.

The bedroom had mostly shades of black, white, and blue decor, apart from the fluffy red pillows you just had to have, along with a few stuffed animals. Darkiplier had his office with his red and black velvet and Wilford had his own… wherever he hung out, so they didn’t mind you choosing the colors. Anything to stop Wilford from painting the walls yellow of all colors. 

Wilford turned around and pulled Dark in by his waist, swaying in a little dance. 

“What are you doing?” Dark tried and failed to conceal his smile and laugh.

“Dancing with my lover, what does it look like?” Wilford nuzzled their noses together.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“I do.”

“Then why are we dancing?”

“Can’t we just dance for a bit?” Darkiplier pulled back and looked at Wil, who was currently avoiding eye contact. He sighed.

“Feels a little weird without Y/N?” He asked. Wilford hummed, still not looking him in the eye. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.”

“We can wait until they get home, it’s really not--”

“I do want to…”

“But?”

“Mm…”

“Want to prove you aren’t absolutely whipped?”

“Excuse you?!”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“I am-- You-- Wilford Warfstache simps for NOBODY!”

“Says Mr. Hundred Dollar Pillows.”

“Listen here you son of a bitch--” Wilford backed away and held up a finger to explain exactly why he was no simp. Dark took the opportunity to push him onto the bed. “Ooh! Frisky!”

“Shut it.” He climbed into the bed next to him. Wilford draped himself across Dark’s chest, nuzzling into him. They sighed contentedly. 

“Dark?”

“Mm?”

“What did I do to deserve you two?”

“Me? You were nice and accepting. I still don’t believe either of us deserve Y/N.”

“Oh, come on, there has to be something.”

“Wil, both of us have killed multiple people. I think whatever good we’ve done will get canceled out.”

“...right.”

They lay like that for a bit, enjoying just being there. Suddenly, Wilford picked his head up.

“What’s happening? You have a look? What is that look?” Dark furrowed his eyebrows.

“I have the best idea!” Wilford jumped up and ran to the closet.

“What?” Dark sat up.

“We are surprising our lover with romance!” He threw Dark’s suit at him, picking out his own at the same time.

“...and suits?”

“Yes! Well, your suit. It makes you look sexy.”

“Wil.”

“Their words, not mine!”

“Why are we--”

“It’s New Year’s, Dark! They’re stressed! They’re tired! They deserve a surprise! Where the Devil are my suspenders?”

“Wil, I don’t think--”

“That’s right, Dark. You don’t think. You can just sit there and look pretty while Wilford Lovemaster Warfstache plans it out!”

“Lovemaster?”

“I was due for a new middle name anyways. Chop chop!”

Dark hesitantly put on his suit while Wilford looked for his suspenders. He looked in the mirror, deciding whether he looked… “sexier” with or without a tie. He eventually decided without, even popping a few buttons of his dress shirt. Wilford walked back in, wearing a hot pink button up, yellow suspenders, and a blue bowtie.

“...hot!” He said before walking up next to Dark and taking a selfie of the two. Dark looked over his shoulder and watched him send it to you with the caption ‘your two special boys!’. He caught a look at some previous messages.

“Wil, what’s poggers?”

“New-fangled lingo, don’t worry about it. Do we have roses? Ask Illinois to bring us roses.”

“Wil, what is happening.”

“ROMANCE!” He yelled, exasperated. “Romance is happening, Dark.”

“Romance… right.”

“And suits, precisely. Come on, order Chinese from that place they like.”

“...is this a good idea? Suits and chinese?”

“It’s a fantastic idea, now order the goddamn food.”

--

Darkiplier and Wilford sat on the couch in your apartment, reading a book they’d found. Wil was leaning on Dark’s shoulder with one leg draped over his. There was a little time until New Year’s, and they really wanted to spend it with you. Dark would never admit it, but he missed you. Quite a lot, actually. You’ve weaseled your way into his heart and now he’s a little dependent. Wil would proudly scream it to the world if he could. Dark would never let him.

Dark glanced up at the clock, seeing the 11:00 time. He scowled, closing the book and tossing it to the other side of the couch. He leaned his head back and sighed. He debated calling you with Wilford beforehand, maybe even just to hear your voice on the voicemail, but he was sure that would be too needy of him. He has a reputation to uphold, thank you very much.

“Miss your other lover, Darkipoo?” Wilfor teased.

“Obviously. I’m used to two heat sources, not one.”

“Oh, am I not good enough for Mr. Darkiplier?”

“I never said that.”

“You were thinkin’ it.”

“You can’t read minds, Wil, stick to your interviews.” He said in a faux-mocking manner. They smiled at each other.

Dark shot up from the couch the moment he heard your key in the lock. He adjusted his suit, squared his shoulders, and cleared his throat. He couldn’t help a smile as he held a white rose, Wilford doing the same as he held a pink one.

So, of course, they jumped a little when you slammed the door behind you.

“Uh. Darling? Are you--”

“I fucking hate EVERYTHING!” You yelled. Dark blinked. He glanced at WIlford, who looked just as surprised. You paced around the living room, looking like you were about to commit murder. He shuffled closer to Wilford, and leaned in.

“Wil, what are we supposed to do?” He whispered.

“Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.” Wilford said in a voice that told Dark he was quoting something.

“Wil, I don’t know what the fuck that is.”

“It-It’s a meme-Do you just not go on the internet? Ever? Nevermind, just follow my lead.” He grabbed the roses, putting them in a nearby cup of water. He walked over to where you were and gently grabbed your shoulders. “Here, darling, sit, tell us about it.” 

He led you to the couch and sat you down, sitting next to you. He snapped his fingers at Dark, pointing to your shoulders. Dark hesitantly walked over and started to massage your shoulders. You sighed a little, relaxing. Wil nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“There were so many assholes today, man.”

“Mm-hm. Tell Wilford about it.”

“There was this guy who kept asking where this one thing that we didn’t have was, this lady kept insisting her coupons were not expired, don’t even get me started on Jared and Melissa.” 

“Who are Jared and Melissa?” Dark asked.

“Oh, FUCK Jared and Melissa!” You suddenly got to your feet again and started pacing again.

“Y-Yeah, fuck Jared and Melissa!” Wil agreed. “Who are Jared and Melissa?”

“Hell if I know, just go with it, I’ll get the takeout.” Dark patted him on the back.

“Angel wasn’t even there to talk to today, God, I miss them so much already.”

“Angel is the coworker who…”

“Oh, they have the cats, Socks and Mittens.”

“Oh, so Angie--”

“Angie is Angelo, and he smokes weed in the back. He’s cool too. He was too high to fucking function today, though.”

“So, uh, where was Angel?” Wil looked back into the kitchen and saw Dark loading up their plates with the food. Wil suddenly remembered that he was wearing a pink shirt. He didn’t know whether the stains would be prominent and he did not intend to find out. He snuck away into the bedroom to change. Suits were a bad idea, he should’ve listened to Dark. 

He changed into a T-shirt with the design of a suit and some grey sweatpants and somehow made his way back to the living room before you’d finished your first sentence. You noticed this, because you stared at his change of clothes.

“...weren’t you wearing a suit? Like an actual one?”

“No.”

“But-”

“I wasn’t.”

“You sent me a picture.”

“The, uh… suits were… part of a different… situation…” He said, not knowing what the fuck he was actually saying to you. You seemed to get something from it because you said:

“Ah. I see.” Before going back to your rant. Wil looked at Dark as he walked into the living room. He wasn’t wearing the suit jacket, only the black dress shirt. He also had black pants instead of the white ones.

Wilford nodded and whispered “Good choice.” Dark nodded and whispered “I told you so.”, so Wilford flipped him off. Dark sat the plates down while Wil pushed you down by your shoulders. You buried your face in your hands and groaned. Wil rubbed a hand up and down your back while Darkiplier poured drinks. You rubbed your face before leaning back and letting them drop. You looked down at the food. Then at Wilford. Then at Dark.

“Am I… missing something?” You said in a small voice.

“Hm?” Wil tilted his head at you.

“I feel like something was supposed to happen. Did I ruin your plans?” You frowned, starting to feel guilty. 

“No, no, darling, you couldn’t ruin anything.” Wilford shifted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arm.

“You sure? It feels like something I could do…”

“You could never because anything involving you is perfect.” Dark whispered after he gently took your chin in his hand and turned you towards him.

“Booooooo.” Wil called.

“Wha?”

“That was so cheesy, Dark.” You smiled.

“So sappy. Disgusting.” Wil agreed.

“Shameful.” You both shook your heads.

“Both of you can fuck off.” Dark huffed and crossed his arms. You kissed him, gently holding his face in your hands, making him smirk.

“Hey! How come the edgy one gets a kiss kiss!”

“You tricked me this morning, no kiss kiss for you!”

“Dark! Tell them!”

“You heard them, no kiss kiss.”

“Wh-”

“Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t we eat and watch shitty rom coms!”

“Don’t you wanna watch the clock?” Dark asked.

“Not particularly…” You looked down and the smile left your face. Wilford and Dark gave each other a look before they each took one of your hands and squeezed them.

“Ok. We can do that.”

--

The three of you laid in bed, you and Wilford cuddling into either side of Dark. Countdown forgotten, already passed a while ago. Dark still had his dress shirt and you were still wearing your work clothes. Dark stared at the ceiling, focusing on the sounds around his. 

The fireworks outside.

The clock ticking rhythmically.

The soft and constant breathing from his two favorite people.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to push down all the bad and intrusive thoughts.

What if I hurt them? What if they decide I’m not good enough? What if I’m not good enough?

No. No ‘what if’s. That doesn’t matter. What matters is they love him and he loves them. 

He looked down at you, your soft face squished into his arm, and he smiled at the warmth that bloomed throughout his chest. He looked over at Wilford and sucked in a breath when he found him staring at Dark.

“...can’t sleep?” Wilford said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

“No, I just…” He took a deep breath. “I just…”

“Wha happened?” You slurred, waking up. Dark flinched.

“Both of you should go back to sleep.”

“Why’re you awake then?” Wilford challenged.

“I was just… thinking.”

“About?” You yawned.

“About… how much I… love you two.” Both you and Wilford froze and Dark’s breathing sped up, scared he’d done something wrong.

“Awww, he wuvs us!” Wil giggled.

“How much do you wuv us, Dark?” You crossed your arms on his chest, resting your cheek against them and looking at Dark.

“...a lot.” He monotoned, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you wuv us soooo much?” Wilford batted his eyelashes.

“I’m starting to love you less and less.” Dark growled.

“Awwww he does!” You laughed

“Go. Back. To. Sleep. Please.” Darkiplier begged because Darkiplier does apparently beg, who would’ve thought.

“Yessir…” you said, another yawn taking over the word. You got back into your previous position, your arms gripping his and pressed into his side. Wilford took a similar one, just a little further up. You fell back asleep after a little bit, but the other two stayed awake.

“Happy you have both of your heatsources back?” Wilford whispered, a smile evident in his voice. Dark sighed, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of both his loves holding onto him like a lifeline. A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

“Yes. I am.”

[heartachebf]

@songofassandfire said: Okay uhhh maybe after the broship breakup in the vaccination special, Kenny gets fed up and exhausted with being sort of passed around between his friends, and ends up finding comfort in butters? Sorry if that’s too vague mgddngdng

i hope u like it, dude! not my best work, but im pretty satisfied with this :) i wrote this with them as teenagers in mind because, well, i write what i know most of the time, and i remember being in high school better than i remember being in fourth grade jhfdajk

im still taking short bunny, creek, or style drabble requests to help me get back into writing! feel free to send any requests youve got in mind here <3 now, onto the ficlet !

while butters is doing homework in his room, on his belly on his bed with his chin resting in his palm, he gets a sudden notification on his phone, a loud buzz startling him out of his homework induced reverie. he frowns at the distraction from the math problem he was struggling through, though he is partially grateful to have an excuse to look away from all the angry numbers and letters on his paper. he sits up, grabs his phone, and unlocks it eagerly.

from: ken ♥ hey can i come over for a bit? i need to get away from my friends lol

butters frowns at the message, types out a quick response of sure, i’m up in my room, before returning to laying on his stomach and staring at his homework, as if looking at it hard enough will magically solve all of the problems for him. he quickly finds himself drifting off, though, thinking about his boyfriend’s current predicament with their mutual friends. he doesn’t know much about the whole issue with them - he only knows bits and pieces from what kenny has been willing to divulge during their nightly phone calls, but from what he does know, it sounds messy. he knows that kenny’s three friends have split up for reasons unknown to him, and have thus taken to toting kenny between them like a divorced couple slinging a child between them. butters grimaces. it must be a nightmare to be treated like that.

while he’s lost in his thoughts, he’s suddenly shocked by a body bouncing on his bed next to him. butters is just about to scream when a familiar, calloused hand is shoved over his mouth. he finally looks up to see who’s in his bedroom, smiling wide under the palm on his mouth when he sees his boyfriend. kenny smiles wide back at him, his normal crooked and charming smile making butters feel warm and gooey inside.

as soon as kenny moves his hand, butters leaps up, throwing his arms around kenny’s neck. “hi, ken!” butters says eagerly, smiling even bigger when he feels kenny’s strong arms loop around his waist.

“hi, buttercup!” kenny responds, trying to sound just as eager, but it’s clear to butters just how exhausted he is.

butters pulls away a bit so he can look at kenny’s face now, taking in his tired expression with a frown. “what’s going on, cupcake?” he asks, gently brushing kenny’s messy bangs out of his face.

kenny lets out a long suffering sigh, leaning into butters’s hands. “my friends are driving me insane. i’m so sick of them treating me like their kid. as if i’m not as mature as the rest of them. y’know, i might even be more mature than them.”

butters nods understandingly, moving to sit cross legged next to kenny. “i know what you mean, honey. have you tried talking to them about how you feel about the arrangement lately?”

kenny groans, leaning forward to plop his head on butters’s shoulder. “i keep trying to talk to them, but every time i bring up the situation to any of them, they immediately just shut down and try and change the subject. i think i almost got stan to crack and listen to me once, but they’re all just.. ugh. i’m so close to just dropping all three of them until they all get their shit together.”

butters nods along as kenny speaks, gently running his fingers through his boyfriend’s sandy curls. “i think you should,” butters says softly, encouragingly. “maybe what they need is for you to leave them in order to kick their butts into gear! they’re bein’ pretty dumb with this whole thing, i think.”

“god, tell me about it!” kenny says, laughing bitterly. he reaches up to rub at his face tiredly. “they’re such dumbasses.”

butters laughs softly and nods in agreement. “definitely. i think they just need a little push to realize that they’re, like... you guys are like platonic soulmates! i think, um, taking a break from each other is good for them, but they’re going about it the wrong way.”

kenny huffs out a breath and nods before pulling away to look at butters. “how’d you get to be so smart, babe?”

butters lets out a small noise of surprise. “who, me?”

kenny laughs and nods, smiling wide before leaning forward to kiss butters softly. “yes, you! i never really thought of us as soulmates before, but that makes a ton of sense. i’m gonna tell ‘em to piss off until they get their shit together, i’m sick of being toted around like a little kid!”

butters smiles wide and toothy, gently cupping kenny’s face in his hands. “that’s a buddy! i think it’ll be really good for you to get away from them, cupcake!”

kenny smiles just as wide back, leaning in to kiss him softly again. “me too, babe. it’ll be fun to hang out with other people for once. maybe i’ll get into less chaos without those guys around.”

butters giggles and nods, reaching to grab kenny’s hands and squeezing them lightly. “yeah! i’ve been sitting with craig and his friends lately, you should join us! they’re a lotta fun, and they don’t start as much drama.”

“god knows i could use some of the peace that they bring,” kenny says, interlocking his fingers with butters’s, squeezing his hands mindlessly.

“feel a little better now?” butters asks after a moment, tilting his head. when kenny nods, he continues, “great! now, how about you help me with my math homework? algebra always makes my head spin...”

[mieohmy]

All’s Well That Ends Well | Lee Sangyeon

PAIRING: lee sangyeon x fem reader

GENRE: fluff, humor, angst, acquaintances-to-kinda-lovers? babysitter! au, slice of life! au

WC: 1.5k

SUMMARY: my sister asked me to babysit her daughter while she and her husband go out on a date night but it turns out her husband accidentally invited his brother to babysit too... (so i guess we’re stuck together now?)

um this took way to long to get out but I needed to write something for lovely leader sangyeon <3 + credits to original photo owners! ^^

❀

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. No-yes-I know!” 

You sigh, focusing on the road ahead of you to your sister’s house. 

Once you arrive, you’re greeted by your niece at the door, squealing and giggling. You smile, allowing her to lead you in.

A note’s been left on the table- you’re guessing your sister left all the instructions on it. 

I left food in the fridge for you to heat up. She usually eats dinner around 5-6. Whatever you do, do NOT let my daughter get into the ice cream, you know what happened last time. We’ll be back around 8! 

Don’t die.

-y/s/n 

You shrug, placing the note down. This should be easy enough. 

For a solid 30 minutes, your niece shows you her toy collection while you play along and try your best not to yawn even though you just got here. 

Then the doorbell rings.

You look over at your niece, confused. “Did your mom mention anyone coming over?”

She shrugs, too distracted with her cool toys and gadgets.

You get up, cautiously walking to the front door and peeking through it. 

Your eyes widen. The first thing that runs through your head is-

what’s his name again?

You know who he is..... you just don’t remember his name. Your brother-in-law’s brother. 

You’ve met him a couple of times-mainly at your sister's wedding. There were only ever a few polite words exchanged, but he was kind, you remember. And handsome too- but that wasn’t important.

There was never enough interaction to know each other well enough. And there was no reason to. 

He stares back at you, equally surprised. “Y/n?”

You freeze, cursing yourself for not remembering his name. Luckily, your niece pushes past you into his arms and he gladly accepts. 

“Uncle Sangyeon!!”

A light clicks on in your head. That’s right. 

You finally regain your senses. “W-what are you doing here?”

He raises an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same?”

You gesture at your niece, still content to see the both of you together. “My sister-er- your sister-in-law asked me to babysit her today. Since she and your brother were going out for a date night.”

Sangyeon stands up. “Seriously?”

“Cause my brother asked me to do the same thing.” 

You stifle a laugh. “Wow. Uhhh, well, it’s fine. I’ll take care of her. You can go home.”

Your niece lets out a displeased noise and you both look down at her. “I don’t want uncle to leave! I don’t want anyone to leave!”

You’re about to lean down to explain everything, but sangyeon interrupts you. 

“Ah-actually, I canceled all my plans tonight so I don’t have anything to do. If you want, you can go home instead?”

Your mouth opens to deny the offer but once again, your niece beats you to it.

“No-! Why don’t the both of you just stay with me? We can all have fun together!”

Your eyes flick to his. He contemplates for a second before shrugging. “Sure, why not?”

You’re not sure how this is gonna go. An evening spent with someone you’ve barely met. Your.... -what do you even call him? 

You sigh, getting up to follow them inside. All’s well that ends well, right? 

❀

Sangyeon is an interesting person. You’re able to find that out while talking as your niece is distracted with whatever tv show you put on in the background. 

You also find out that he’s 1038% husband material. Yes, you just formally met him, but you can tell already how kind-hearted and polite he is. 

No wonder your niece loves him so much. 

You can’t help but smile whenever sangyeon talks so sweetly to her, brushing stray hairs out of her face or tickling her sides. 

It’s weird how easy you both get along. It makes you wonder why you never took the chance to get to know him before. 

He was your sister’s brother-in-law, after all. 

When that realization comes to you, you can’t help but frown for some reason. 

“Is there something wrong?” Sangyeon asks.

You immediately shake your head, taking a sip of your juice box- apparently, your sister had a lot of those. 

Your niece calls your name, and you turn too quickly, choking on the juice. Sangyeon immediately pats your back, asking if you’re okay until you stop coughing. 

You swiftly nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Suddenly, you feel your body get hot at his concerned expression and hand gently placed on your back. 

Why do you feel like this? 

You thank him, suddenly remembering your niece. She whines, complaining that she’s hungry, and you look at the time. 

5:42. That’s right.  

“Dinnertime?” You ask Sangyeon. He smiles. 

The three of you eat until your stomachs are full and laugh until your cheeks hurt. 

Sangyeon is too funny and kind for his own good. Sadly, you figure he already has a girlfriend-maybe even a wife- already. That revelation causes disappointment to settle in you. 

“Your significant other must be really lucky,” you remark.

Sangyeon swallows too quickly. He rasps, and you quickly get him a cup of water. “I’m so sorry, was it what I said?” You look at him anxiously.

He shakes his head. “No-uh- it’s not your fault at all.” He laughs. “I was just shocked you said that. I don’t have a significant other. That’s why.”

You blink, feeling embarrassment rush throughout your body. “Oh-Oh my god, I’m sorry.” 

He grins, shining his pearly smile that only makes you feel more things. “Don’t worry about it. Just haven’t found the right one yet, you know?”

You nod sheepishly. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t either.”

You both suddenly look away from each other, bashful. 

Your niece cuts through the tension. “Why are you guys smiling like that?”

You bite your lip. “Nothing-! Just eat your food,” you direct her. 

And before you know it, the sound of the garage opening alerts you. 

You were about to fall asleep, having put on a movie for the three of you to watch as sangyeon stares at the sleepy look on your face, endeared. 

Your niece perks up, already running to the door to greet her parents. 

You jump up, suddenly awake and ready to interrogate your sister on the whole babysitting incident. 

Your sister’s voice filters through the house, she and her husband walk in to find you and Sangyeon sitting at the table, staring at them expectantly. 

Y/s/n raises her eyebrows. “Sangyeon? What are you doing here?” she asks, right as your confused brother-in-law calls your name questioningly. 

You and sangyeon share a look. “You told me I was babysitting your daughter today, but dear sangyeon over here comes soon after saying the exact same thing.”

Your sister frowns, turning to her husband. “I thought I told you that y/n could babysit!”

He shakes his head. “No, I thought you said y/n couldn’t make it so I asked my brother to come..”

Your sister turns back to you, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry guys. I hope I didn’t waste your time, and you still had fun?”

You look over at sangyeon, and he has that darn charming smile on his face. “Of course, we had a blast together.”

Your sister must’ve noticed the way you stared at him when he spoke because she sends you a look. You brush it off, claiming that the two of you had to get going. 

The family ushers you and sangyeon out, muttering more apologies and thanks. 

The door closes behind you two. 

“Well, that was nice.”

“It was,” you agree. 

“He gestures out down the walkway and you start walking, sangyeon easily falling in step next to you. 

Once you reach your car, you stop. 

“Do you want to go out sometime?”

“I was thinking we could see each other again...”

Both of you speak at the exact same time. 

You burst out laughing, sharing a smile. 

“I would love to.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

You cut each other off again.

He grins. “Okay-you know what- just contact me. You have my number, right?”

You nod, awkwardly shuffling around. 

“Well, if that’s it.... text me,” you smile crookedly. 

Sangyeon bids you goodbye with a quick peck on the cheek. 

You freeze, watching as he gets in his own car and waves goodbye.

After his car is out of sight, you get in your car, finally alone before being able to fangirl for a second. 

No way. You did it. You might have a future date. A future date who was extremely handsome and the ideal man of your dreams. Also your sister’s brother-in-law..... but you could worry about that later. 

Cupping your cheeks once more, you sigh before driving off, the smile never leaving your face. 

Unbeknownst to you, your sister and niece peek through the blinds, having watched the entire interaction. 

“I told you there was something going on, mommy!” 

❀ 

EW sorry after i post this, im never thinking about it again -i hate it sm but still wanted to show some appreciation for sangyeon 🥺

[squishneedsahero]

Dancing and Drunken Cuddles

All or Nothing

Part 2 of 1

Word Count: 2646

Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.

Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written

A/N: Shout out to @superheroesandstardust fueling me to write this with some sweet tags on the last part.

Exhausted. That was what you were, nothing but exhausted as you lay on the floor of your containment cell. It had been an especially rough night in your wolf form, both of your boys weren't there since they had to go on a mission, and they'd figured out a way to calm you down on the nights of the full moon. It wasn't much and you were still extremely dangerous but with a combination of Loki's magic and the both of them holding you but it helped with the stress and made the transition the next morning more bearable.

So, yeah, not having them there to calm your nerves, plus an especially hard night, you couldn't bring yourself to get up off the floor. They weren't even there for you if you got up and went to your shared quarters, so, you might as well stay there until you have the energy to get up. You end up falling asleep right there on the padded floor, which made sense seeing as you didn't sleep on these nights, meaning you were up for over 24 hours at least.

You wake up around noon, sitting your head up you're surprised to see that you weren't in your cell but in your bed. From there you realize you're thoroughly trapped with two sets of arms around you, a head using your stomach as a pillow and a tangle of legs at the end of the bed. You relax your head back, letting it fall to the side, bringing you face to face with a sleeping Loki, yeah, you weren't getting out of here any time soon if your moving hadn't disturbed them at all.

It wasn't so bad to be trapped in their arms, you honestly loved it, the only problem was you were starving. When you were a werewolf all you wanted to do was eat, you couldn't do that though because humans didn't need to be eaten, but all the energy that went into transforming then trying to shred the walls of your cell as you tried to get free then transforming back, left you running on empty.

Oh so carefully you begin to untangle your legs from their's, then you begin escaping their arms. You're so focused on doing so without disturbing your two boys that you don't notice the fact that their legs once again entrap yours or that an arm you'd thought you'd gotten out from under was back around you. You keep trying, slowly growing more and more frustrated.

"She's quite cute when she's frustrated, don't you think?" you hear a voice say with a hint of a smirk to it.

"I believe she is, but she's always cute, though I do think she might begin trying to kill us if we don't let her go eat soon," the voice comes from the head on your stomach.

Your head flops back onto the pillow with a groan. "Might?" you ask with a hint of sarcasm as a hand cards through the hair on your scalp.

"Fine, love, I suppose the two of us can make do without you for a time," Loki responds in your ear as his arms remove themselves from around you.

You turn your head to look at one of the two men you loved so dearly, "thank you my trickster, it was quite difficult being without you last night."

You feel Bucky roll over on your other side and move so his head is by your's and Loki's rather than on your stomach, "hey, what about me?" he asks teasingly.

You give each of them a kiss, "yes, yes you too Bucky." You say as you get off the bed, "though I'm sure the two of you didn't miss me nearly as much since you had each other," you say with a dramatic hand to your forehead as you walk out of the room. Unfortunately for everyone else in the compound Loki's taste for theatrics had begun to rub off on you and Buck.

When you head down stairs you find everyone hanging out on the couches around a coffee table piled with pizza, you don't hesitate to grab an entire box and plop yourself down on the couch next to Nat.

"The beast as awoken I see," Tony  taunts.

Once you shoot him a glare you say, "yeah, I have and I haven't eaten yet so I suggest you shut your trap before I decide to eat something besides pizza."

"I'm sure theres a reason she's down here without those two love sick puppies Tony, on that note keep taunting her it seems like fun to watch," Clint says from his spot on the other side of Nat.

Tony shuts up after that, leaving you alone to eat. "So, how'd things go?" you ask Steve, since you always felt bad when you couldn't join them due to wolfing out. They brief you on what happened and how they all got some sleep in the quinjet, except those two boyfriend's of yours who were up all night worrying about you. That gets a smile out of you as you finish off another piece of pizza. You roll your eyes, "I told them I'd be fine," you say, blushing a bit, knowing how over protective they could be.

"My brother isn't one to leave the things he loves alone," Thor says.

"Yeah," you say softly, a smile coming to your face as you think about it, as much as Loki got on your nerves for being possessive and over protective it was cute.

"Oh, now you've done it- y/n is being sappy."

That gains Clint a glare from you. Nat jumps in to change the subject from off of your love life, since you could be just as overprotective as the other two thirds of your relationship despite you being a bit more subtle about it. "So, the three of you planning on joining us for Tony's party this evening?" she asks.

This causes you to pause, you'd been in this relationship for nearly a year now, but you all preferred to keep it quiet. So, this meant you didn't usually go to parties together since when you got the least bit tipsy you had trouble keeping your hands off of them, "not sure, I'll ask." The three of you were reformed war criminals, you weren't exactly sure how the world would take it knowing you were all in a relationship. Sure, you kept each other stable, Bucky was reformed, Loki didn't want to take over the world anymore, but you on the other hand were still dangerous even if you didn't want to be. No matter what you did you'd all always be seen as threats.

An hour later you're back in bed with your boys, "Tony's having a party this evening, do you guys want to go?" you ask.

Loki answers first from his place propped on his elbows over you and Bucky, "it's up to you two, I've always said I have no problems with going to a party and being able to show the world that you're mine."

You giggle, your heart fluttering as it always does when he calls you his, and turn your head to look at Bucky, "what about you Bucky?"

"It's been a while since I was able to go out dancing," he says, fingers combing through Loki's hair, "I'd love to spend the night doing that with my two favorite people, doll," he says to you.

You smile, "then it's settled, we'll go out tonight and let the world know that you're both mine and I'm yours," you giggle once more before leaning to kiss Bucky's stubbly cheek.

You movement opens your neck up for Loki to press a kiss to it, "that sounds perfect darling," he practically purrs. From there he turns and kisses Bucky, "right love?" he asks him.

"It does, Lo," he responds, his hand once again running through the other man's hair. A smile settles on your face, everything was perfect.

"Love," you use Bucky's pet name, "could you zip me up?" You ask hours later as you turn your back to him, after asking for help with your dress.

"Of course doll," he responds gently and you feel him run a finger up your spine before he zips up your dress that matched your eyes beautifully. His arms then settle around your waist and trap you against him, you giggle as you feel him lean down to press a kiss behind your ear.

You turn around and lock your arms around his neck, "I love you," you say softly and kiss his lips.

"Might I say, the two of you look ravishing this evening," Loki's voice says from the doorway before he comes over to join in the hug. "It's going to be quite the challenge to be sure that no one else looks at either of you."

You laugh and turn your head to look at him, "I could say the same for you darling," you free a hand to cup his cheek and give him a kiss, "I cannot keep others from looking at me, but I can tell you the only attention I want or need is yours and Buck's."

Loki turns his attention to Bucky with a slight shake of his head, "I suppose," he says running a hand through the other man's hair, "I could play nice for this evening."

Bucky laughs gently and kisses Loki, "at least for a little, you probably don't want the wolf mad at us again, especially cause last time she kicked us out of the bed for the night."

You laugh and shake your head, "that's a lie and you know it. I tried to kick you out of bed but as soon as the both of you gave me those puppy dog eyes you've perfected I let you right back in bed."

"Tsk," Loki clicks his tongue, "no worries darling, the two of us will behave," he pauses and smirks at Bucky, "until we're alone... You on the other hand, I'd be surprised if you can keep your hands off of us, y/n."

This gains a pout from you, "it's not my fault you two can't get drunk," you mutter. They both laugh at your reaction to their teasing before each one linking an arm with yours and escorting you out of the room and down to where the party was being hosted.

The room is set up magnificently, Tony knew how to host a good party, as always it would start out with some casual conversations, drinking and dancing. After the first couple hours it could then go one of two ways, elegant and royal ball like, or like a club with everyone hammered and dancing up on each other. No matter which way the party ended up going all of you always had fun with it.

The three of you weren't exactly late, but you entered after enough people arrived to cause a bit of a scene as everyone's heads turned to see you with an attractive man on each arm walk into the party. You immediately forget their teasing from a few minutes previous and let go of their arms to go get a drink from the bar. They both shake their heads, exasperated but knowing they were in for a fun night. "Might I have this dance, Love?" Loki asks, offering a hand to Bucky.

Bucky accepts the hand with a smile, he hadn't danced for reals since the 40s and he was excited, he'd always loved dancing and so had Loki. They move amazingly together, and you're more than happy to just sit and watch your two boys twirl one another around the dance floor since dancing wasn't so much your thing as it was theirs. They go on for a few songs and when they finally stop they were glowing with happiness. as they then approach you at the table where you had settled yourself with your drink.

"May I doll?" Bucky then asks you to dance and you accept before following him out to the dance floor. The night continues on like this the three of you taking turns dancing together, clearly together for everyone to see, and you of course get a little handsy later in the evening once you're a bit more than tipsy.

Finally all the guests leave and this leave the three of you and the rest of the team sitting around a table chatting and drinking some more. It's at this point that Thor brings out the Asgardian liquor dubbed "excelsior" and pours out four shot glasses, passing one to Steve, Bucky and Loki before keeping one for himself. Your two boys take the glasses offered to them, glancing at each other then you, happily zoned out across their laps, before taking the shots.

Bucky had one of your hands trapped in his and Loki was dealing with your other one that kept trying to creep up his shirt. You were lucky you were cute because you were quite the handful as drunk as you were. They weren't more than a little tipsy from the Asgardian mead they'd had access too, now the excelsior was beginning to set in for them, and let them both get drunk for once. They were still interested in talking with the others while you had given up on conversation a while before, preferring to lounge on them and keep trying to make out with them.

They were having fun with their friends and brothers so they were succeeding with ignoring you for the time being. Plus you were tired out from dancing so even if you did manage to drag them back to the room you'd only pass out after maybe a few kisses. You free your hand from Bucky's eventually to begin running it through his hair while your other hand continues to rest just under the edge of Loki's now untucked button up shirt.

Once the stronger stuff had been consumed by the two men, the three of you didn't last long remaining with the others. It had been really easy for you to get them to carry you to your bed, sure they weren't as drunk as you but now they were more than just tipsy, It had just been a matter of you pulling Bucky into an awkwardly angled kiss, since you were lying across his lap, and the hand that was resting on Loki's side moving so your fingers were just under the waistband of his pants. With that the three of you were getting off the couch, you being carried in Bucky's arms while Loki puts his arm around both of you and teleports you to your room.

Once you're in your bedroom you're suddenly motivated to move on your own, slipping out of Bucky's arms and standing on your own. You struggle with your dress for a few moments, forgetting about the zipper, before Loki rescues you. You giggle drunkenly and kiss his cheek before stripping down to your underwear, stealing one of their shirts off the chair it had been thrown over and flopping down on your side of the bed and promptly passing out. It wasn't exactly your side since you were usually in the middle but they made do, climbing in on the other side of the bed.

They organize themselves and get comfortable, letting Loki be the little spoon and Bucky the big spoon. At least until you roll over and throw an arm and a leg over top of both of them and slip your other arm and leg underneath them to make yourself the biggest of all the spoons. Somehow you're comfortable despite the fact that you are in a position similar to that of a sloth in a tree, completely wrapped around them.

[honeypirate]

This is pro hero AU. Everyone is aged up and in my mind like all 23/24

Event Masterlist

Kirishima x fem reader, best friends to lovers, smoke sesh

Summary: monthly get together with your hero friends from high school, but you’re most excited to see the man you’ve been crushing on since graduation. Friends to lovers with happy tears bc weed makes me want to cry with joy sometimes and I know that Kirishima would be so sweet if his love was reciprocated.

Warning:! It’s a little suggestive at the end!! Kiri gets a boner!! Weed makes people horknee

You put your car in park outside of Kaminari’s apartment, excited to see your friends after a long hard month. Nerves are twisting around in your belly, anxiety from being able to finally see the man you were secretly in love with.

Since the end of high school you’ve all been amazing friends, bonding in your last year over smoking weed and having a tradition that stuck even now.

Once a month you’d smoke together and have a sleepover in someone’s room(but now apartment), always rotating rooms/person who brings the weed. This month you were in charge of the drugs and Kaminari was in charge of hosting.

You knock a few times on the door and several voices yell ‘come in’ making you think of high school and bringing a smile to your face.

“Hey guys!” You say when you walk inside

“Y/n!” Kaminari yells

“Y/n’s here!” Sero says and hops from the couch to come hug you

“Who’s here?!” Shinsou shouts somewhere deeper in the apartment

“Y/n Is!” Mina says excitedly as she gets up from the couch with Hagakure who both run to hug you after Sero lets go.

“Hey y/n” Shinsou says with a head nod as he exits the kitchen

Bakugou grumbles a hello from his place on the floor, back against the couch as he plays a switch game “can we finally get this show on the road then? I’ve been stressed all damn day and looking forward to this stupid shit” you walk over to him and ruffle his hair, he had new undercut and it looked nice.

“Good to see you too Kacchan” you say and he rolls his eyes gently pushes your hand away even tho his cheeks were a little dusted in pink. Oh how you loved to tease him.

“Is Kirishima here?” You ask, hoping your voice sounds calm cool and casual

You hear some things falling down in the kitchen and the sounds of scrambling before your favorite redhead comes into the living room

“I’m right here!” He says with an embarrassed laugh before he envelops you into a big hug, pulling you to his large chest as he holds you tight. You laugh and wrap your arms around him as much as you can, burying your face in his chest and hoping when you pulled away your cheeks wouldn’t be too warm.

“Glad you could make it” he says when he lets you go and you smile “me too” you say softly, your eyes sparkling

(Not pictured, the rest of the room staring like “I swear to god if they don’t get together soon...” and bakugous envious eyes)

You reach in your bag and pull out the black glass jar you use to keep your weed in. Your thumb brushes over the golden sunshine that was on the side of the jar and you smile, remembering when Kirishima gave it to you. You pull off the rubber lid and pull out a few joints you already had made, the smell of strong weed escaping the jar and filling the space around you.

You sit on the floor beside Bakugou and Kirishima sits on your other side, legs out in front of him and one arm behind him as he leaned subtly toward you. Sero sat next to Kiri, Kaminari next, then Shinsou, Hagakure, and Mina to round out the circle all lounging on the couch.

You hand the first one to Bakugou and he snatches it, placing it in his lips as you smile, holding out a lighter and he leans forward keeping eye contact as the end lights, sending your heart into a frenzy with his smirk. He knew how hot it was and abused his power, it’s why you could never fall for him.

He takes a long inhale and holds it “that’s nice” he croaks with eyebrows raised and a smile, holding in the smoke for another moment before letting it out. He takes another hit before passing it to you, Mina sliding open the window behind the couch.

You take in a lung full of the acrid smoke and hum, your eyes closing as you hold it for a moment then let it out with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah” you say and take another hit, passing it to Kirishima who winks with a shy smile when the joint leaves your fingers.

Him on the other hand. He was handsome and adorable but he didn’t abuse it. He was a good man and what mattered most to him was helping people and being a good hero, how could you not fall in love with his kind eyes and heart? Or the way his jaw tensed when he swallowed or the way his high smile looked, the way he texts you periodically through the weeks to make sure you’re doing okay, or the way he...

you pull your gaze away from Kirishima’s profile with a shake of the head and warm embarrassed cheeks. You were feeling just a little bit high and we’re staring and zoned in to just how much you adore Kirishima and how much joy you feel when you’re around him. get it together y/n.

You make eye contact with Bakugou and he raises his eyebrows with an accusatory look and crosses his arms. You laugh softly and cover your cheeks with your hands, looking away and pretending nothing just happened. Bakugou scowls but eventually gives in to the relaxed state the weed gives him, accepting that you wanted Kiri and not him and that it was okay.

After the joint makes its way around you pull out your puff puff pass card game and shuffle them before placing them in the middle of the group, the three on the couch sinking to the floor so they could reach as the joint finds Hagakure

“Kacchan.” You say “First hit equals first card”

he rolls his eyes before leaning up and snatching the card and reading it out loud “name all the cereal brand mascots” he reads and then flicks the card back down, it spins as it flies across the circle and he chuckles when it hits Kaminari.

“Uhhh” he says as he sits up straighter, taking the joint from Hagakure and pulling a hit as he thinks “tony the tiger” he says with smoke as he exhales and takes another quick hit, handing the joint to you and you tap the ash into the top of an empty soda can as he continues.

“The leprechaun fucker. Snap crackle pop. Toucan Sam. Trix are for kids bunny.” He continues to name them all easily and you are staring at him in shock for a moment before laughing

“nice one Kacchan” you say as you take a card yourself.

You take a nice long hit with a smirk as you hold up your card that says “puff” and Kirishima laughs, taking the joint from your fingers as he leans for a card “lucky lucky y/n” he says and then looks at his card, reading as he takes a drag. “Go in a circle naming colors until someone messes up”

he chuckles and starts off by saying “blue” the game ends when Bakugou says “Skobeloff” and you laugh so hard against Kirishima’s shoulder you can’t think of any more colors.

But what you can think of is how your stomach flutters and your skin is on fire under Kirishima’s large hand resting on your back, holding you close as you both laugh together.

The game goes on for an hour and a half until all the cards are gone and everyone is just high and chill, someone is playing soft music through Alexa and all the windows and balcony doors are opened, cool night air coming up as you talk and eat snacks that were brought out earlier.

“Come with me” Kirishima says and hooks his pinky into yours when your conversation with Mina ended.

“Lead the way” you say with warm cheeks and hooded eyes as he guides you to the empty balcony.

“It’s such a nice night don’t the bugs sound beautiful?” You sigh as you lean on the railing, looking up at the moon, the bugs in the park below seeming to sing to you.

“I’ve missed you so much” he admits with a shy laugh and when you turn to look at him his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are on the floor as he scratches behind his head.

“You have?” You ask, unable to hide the happiness and smile in your voice and he looks up as you walk slowly up to him.

“So much” he says with a shaky laugh

you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you pull him close.

“Oh Eijiro” you say breathless into his ear, your heartbeat racing and body feeling like you’re spinning as his arms hold you tighter to him “I’ve missed you too” you admit and he sighs in sweet relief as his shoulders relax.

“I don’t want to go a month without seeing you again. You’re more to me than just a high school friend or pro hero college. Through school and now when we work together I just, I couldn’t help but catch feelings for you. Your wonderful personality and your kindness shines through every part of you and you are such a beautiful person inside and out”

He’s saying all this as he hugs you, less flustered without having to see your face and your heart is soaring. You feel your eyes well up in happy tears and you pull back, cupping his cheeks in your hands as he looks down at you with worry in your eyes.

“Y/n what's wrong?” He says and you laugh with a smile as he wipes your tears

“Eijiro,I’m sorry.” you say with a smile wiping your cheeks “Ive been in love with you since graduation and I guess it’s just overwhelming with the drugs” you say and laugh softly, your eyes burn from your makeup as you get it together.

he feels his own eyes well up with tears and he looks up with furrowed brows and eyes screwed shut trying to stop them

“Really?” He asks and his voice cracks a little

you take his hand, leading him to the couch on the balcony, sitting him down and sitting in his lap, straddling his legs and running your fingers through his hair. He sighs softly in relief, your fingers sending extra tingles down his spine with every pass through his hair.

“I love the way you treat the community like they’re your friends and family” you say and kiss his cheek “I love how you always remember the little things about me, things I never even realized I mentioned. Like when you brought me lemon iced tea” you kiss his nose and he chuckles softly, his cheeks turning pink and his eyes looking into yours as a few happy tears escape his eyes

“I love when you laugh, your nose twitches just a little bit and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen” you kiss between his eyebrows

“I love so many things about you, Eijiro. I’d love to spend as much time as it take telling you every one of them” you cup his cheek and kiss away his tears

“I love you so much” he whispers, his voice cracking again from the tears and he chuckles at it

You lean down and brush your nose against his, his eyes fluttering closed as he sighs happily “Eijiro can I kiss you?” You whisper and he nods excitedly as he cups your cheek and connects your lips.

His lips were soft, softer than you originally thought they’d be. His other hand rested in your hip and squeezes lightly as he bit your bottom lip between his sharp teeth.

You gasp softly then laugh when your body floods with tingles from his action.

Your tongue licks at his as he deepens the kiss, his hold on your hip tightening and your hands burying in his hair.

Your lips tingle in the most amazing way, your head was light and you felt like your whole world was spinning and falling through space as your tongues and lips moved in tandem.

You aren’t entirely sure how long you’ve been kissing him, your sense of passing time fucked with how high you felt, but when you leaned back you sucked in a big gasp of air with a smile and a breathless chuckle.

Your thumb runs over his bottom lip as you gaze down at him, his lips were swollen and you’re sure your lips match. Your chin felt like you got a burn from his stubble but you didn’t care.

“We should go back in before they come looking and find us sticking out tongues down each other’s throats” you say and he chuckles, his fingers carding through your hair and his hand on your hip had at some point moved to be on your back, his thumb up under your shirt with his thumb rubbing across your skin slowly as he held you pressed to his chest.

“I don’t want to” he says quietly with a chuckle

“Come on love, don’t tell me you haven’t been missing some down time with Kacchan” you say, his face brightening as you remind him about his other best friend.

“Okay maybe I want to a little bit but .. uhh” he looks away embarrassed, his cheeks flushing “I need a moment or two” he says, voice rising a few octaves at the end, hoping you understand what he’s saying.

You look at him for a beat before you feel something pressed to your thigh “Oh!” You say, your heart hitching and cheeks immediately warming “okay” you say and lean forward, kissing his cheek before getting off his lap carefully and sitting beside him on the couch.

You lace your fingers together and lay your head on his shoulder as you look up at the stars “it really is a wonderful night” he says as the cool night air blows.

You give his hand a little squeeze and sigh softly with a smile “yeah. The best one had in a while”