#Okay but the mental image is so adorable???

[sugarcubeindulgent]

god knew better than to give ANY of the boys a girlfriend with thick thighs because the way all of them would absolutely go ape shit.

I can see jerry fucking in between them when shes asleep possibly drugged because A. He's a sick freak like that and B. There's no need to manually press her thighs together because theres already enough fat in her god blessed thighs to perfectly grip jerry's cock as he ruts himself in between her thighs all the meanwhile selfishly gripping her hips.

Pete would take such advantage of his perfect girlfriends thighs, 'persuading' her into letting him carve his name into BOTH her thighs because she "could take it." In his mind, since shes got the cushion for the pushing (not the right use of that but I DONT GIVE A FUUUUCK), she could take so much more. Ergo, that leads to him trying not to nut in his pants as she whimpered and occasionally let out those sweet sweet sobs as he dragged his switchblade into her soft skin. He was rock hard and the best part was that he was only on the second letter.

Josh is the most normal about it imo JUST BY A BIT THO HES STILL A HUGE LOOOOOSEER BUT he goes crazy every single time she walks while wearing one of his shirts, he sees the outline of her thighs and that brings him to either jerking off to that mental image (and more) after she leaves OR begging to eat her out so he can suckle, kiss and basically slobber on the inner part of her thighs for fifteen minutes, claiming it to be 'foreplay'.

Bill now.. oh billy boy. If he somehow bagged a girl with thick thighs, he would absolutely find a way to mix his filthy misogynistic thoughts into it. Constantly muttering to himself of how no matter how much of a 'feminist' she claimed to be, she would always have her body as a reminder of how she will always be nothing but a 'stupid bitch of a woman.' OKAY ON THE FLIPSIDR OF THAT. Bill would probably fold not only more often but MUCH more easier for him to do so. Wear one of his shirts and nothing but that and underwear? You could ask him to buy a million dollars worth of.. whatever and he'll js aimlessly mutter an incoherent 'yes hes rock hard and a syllable away from ruining his jeans.

ALRIGHT I js wanted to splatter my thoughts and PERHAPS get some of ur own opinion because if im being totally honest, I absolutely adore you characterisation and love your work in general. BUUH BYYEEE (sorry if it doesn't make sense LOL)

i am fucking these headcanons and concepts actually.

i literally agree with every single one !! we have the same brain, anon, i'm smooching you and i am so glad you shared this with me <\3 jorking it and by it...i mean my peanits...and thank you for the praise after giving me such beautiful and accurate visuals.

[sometimesanequine]

Hey, I fell off my horse a few weeks ago because she was being foolish and I was full of hubris and both of us are fine but I landed flat on my back and she came over after a second to be like "hey what are you doing there?? I didn't put you there" and she snuffed directly in my face and it was adorable so I made an artists rendition

^ what I saw

Imagined outside view ^

im glad you're okay! but that is also a hilarious mental image

[thealvalorenz]

gives you a mini Luca pet just like how survivors get mini hunter pets merry crisis take this son

𝒜𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓉, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒. 𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓂.

"𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓪. 𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮."

[marshmellowtea]

giving into my baser instincts and impulsively creating an au where noah is chris's ten year old, chubby cheeked adopted son who follows him around during total drama and helps him torture their teenage contestants (much to chris's pride and joy <3)

[arpicityandneed]

As someone who really adores balls (they're so darn cute, just chilling there all unassuming) I just know Bucky's are fucking huge 🤤 catch me trying to explain tea bagging to that old man so I can get an excuse to leave a lipstick stain on his sack

a/n: to be fucking fair Bucky just has breeder ball energy, so I completely understand the feeling.

18+ f!reader. teabagging. Avenger!Bucky. Civilian!reader.

"So, there's a few positions that could be used here. But the punchline is I get your balls in my mouth." You explained with a sultry smile, taking your shot of whiskey down without so much as a wince.

Bucky choked on his drink.

When you'd come up to him, your curves wrapped in skin tight jeans a ratty tshirt that stretched over your tits and a leather jacket, he'd been more than game to flirt. Try his hand to see if he could still be charming at 106. He expected you to fawn over him, ask him questions about his metal arm, or even ask about what it was like to be an Avenger.

What he did not expect was for you to come onto him like that, confident and nasty and hungry. It made his dick hard as steel and he floundered. Would he ever understand women of the future and their kinks?

"And you would... enjoy this?" He wheezed as he pounded his chest, wondering if he'd suddenly gained the ability to get drunk or if you really just said what he thought you said.

"Very much actually." You scooted closer, your tits brushing his arm enough that he could tell you weren't wearing a bra. "Foreplay is foreplay. Knowing that the same balls that were covered in my lipstick are gonna unload in me later? Yeah." Your voice was breathless, needy, like you were imagining it already in the middle of the bar.

Bucky slammed his beer down on the table with more force than was necessary and stood, fishing a handful of bills out of his wallet and shoving it at the bartender before grabbing your hand.

"Lets go." He grunted barely able to keep his head straight enough to get you onto his motorcycle before he was speeding through the streets to his apartment. Your soft body plastered against his back didn't help the way his body ached to be inside you.

But no, first you'd have to have your snack.

When you got to the apartment he threw you over his shoulder, taking the stairs three at a time at super soldier speed. The door had barely closed behind him before he was reaching for you. Ripping your flimsy shirt like tissue paper he groaned when your breasts bounced free, cupping them in his palms greedily.

"Fuck me. You're so soft," he murmured huskily as his grey eyes flicked up to meet yours. "Remind me to take my time with these beauties later okay?"

"Yeah, promise. Now will you take your clothes off?" You smirked as you tugged at his shirt. "I can't rip 'em off of you without a knife."

A full body shiver ran down Bucky's spine at that mental image and he nodded, shucking his jeans and boxers off with efficient grace before stripping off his shirt.

"Where- how-?" He started to ask before you dragged him to the bed. You laid down first with your head hanging over the edge. From that angle all he had to do was step forward and his balls would be inches from your mouth.

"Simple right?"

"Right." Bucky's voice was a hoarse croak, and he took that one step that put him at your mercy.

"Hello beautiful." You cooed at his leaking cock, tonguing the slit for a moment and moaning at the taste. "Next time." You murmured to yourself before focusing on his balls.

They were heavy, full, and sensitive if the way Bucky shivered just from feeling your lips brushing against them was anything to go by.

"You do this with all your guys?" Bucky found the idea pissed him off, and you chuckled- low and throaty.

"Just the special ones." You murmured before opening your mouth wide and sucking a wet kiss against his sack.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned and you felt your cunt throb at the timbre of his voice.

You said nothing, after all talking with your mouth full would've been rude.

You sucked, licked, and worshipped his balls until his legs started to tremble. All the while you gushed, daydreaming about leaking his cum until your panties were soaked.

Foreplay was only complete with the main course after all.

p.s. this is just smut writing, if all you want is foreplay that's okay too xoxo Mina

[denizenhardwick]

akechi's entire life is built around getting other people to like him to such an extreme degree that he really has no identity of his own. everything, down to the minutiae of his hobbies, what he eats, how he dresses, how he stands, it's all in service of that same goal.

because he was brought up under the weight of so much societal shame and personal rejection with absolutely no reprieve or chance to see himself as anything other than a worthless, unlovable burden that shouldn't exist. and then he's suddenly given this otherworldly power, and with it, the chance to be... something. literally anything other than what he is. special.

but he doesn't have any real power. he's vulnerable and easy to exploit, because of a multitude of social factors and also this craving for praise, attention, acknowledgement. and he's thrust into the spotlight and made a celebrity as a teenager, something that is infamously terrible for anyone's mental health, and he has literally no support system at all, no one who can prepare and protect him from being famous.

he goes from a lifetime of being told he's worthless, he's a burden, he's a curse, to suddenly being adored by who-knows-how-many people he's never even met, told he's smart and handsome and important. how do you reconcile that? he didn't, he just once again became what other people said he was. he became perfect. but his prior self-image didn't go away, of course not, but if he wants to feel good for once and bask in the newfound euphoria of finally being wanted, he has to suppress all the shameful, ugly feelings and parts of himself. something that is impossible to do when you are also being manipulated into killing people and ruining lives on a regular basis.

when we meet him, his self-image is unstable, and entirely reliant on how people saw him. there's no consistency because no one really knows or loves him, he has no personal connections. that's why he tells joker his past after medjed, when the media hates him, because he can't maintain his perfect self-image to feel okay and is confronted by the one person he knows who actually wants to spend time with him and might like him personally.

that's why he has two personas, why they each have a different outfit, and why they're so far removed from each other that it hurts for him to switch between them. robin hood is the idealized, perfect akechi, the person he's wanted to be since he was a kid playing hero with a toy gun, that he really thinks he is as long as that's how others around him treat him. loki is how he sees himself beneath all that, as an evil, crude monster, a mystery even to him. but they're both him, and that's really important. and when he can reconcile these two extremes, when he's ready to try to move on to form a healthier view of himself, they fuse to form hereward, who is importantly named for a historical figure who may have inspired the robin hood stories. because while akechi isn't a pure hero of justice, he's not a monster, either.

[ann1-wr1tes]

Personal Secretary~

Synopsis: You are Leon's personal secretary/assistant. But what happens when he notices that you're overworking yourself? He can't have that now can he?

Warnings: Slight Perv!Leon, smut, Leon being your boss

Word Count: 1,650

A/N: Okay here's one more old fic I found from the past so hope someone enjoys this lmao. I don't know if its good or not and frankly i'm too scared to read it so...

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Leon smirks to himself silently as he eyes you from across the room. Ever since you started working for him as his own, personal secretary…he couldn't get his eyes off of you. Then again, who could blame him really? What a sight he was blessed with everyday, getting to see you in tight, little pencil skirts, clean white button up shirts and nice high heels. You just looked amazing and honestly if having to do boring paperwork meant that he'd get to look at you all day, then he'd take the paperwork in mountains so long as he could have you around while he worked.

You on the other hand tried your very best to keep focused. She's constantly try to keep herself busy by organizing things, cleaning up Leon's desk, assisting him with paperwork or even doing the simple things such as getting him a cup of coffee or lunch.

Even then though, you'd always feel his bright blue eyes scanning your figure and it was enough to make your heart race.

Just like right now. You were busy sorting different documents and papers into the filing cabinet and you made the mistake of turning around to glance at Leon, but only to find him already looking at you. He sent a slick smile from across the room and you quickly spin your head back around and mentally scold yourself. Gosh this man was going to be the death of you. How were you supposed to stay focused when he was looking at you like that?

As Leon sat behind his desk, eyeing a document in front of him, he couldn't help but smirk to himself as he had the image of your flustered face ingrained in his mind. He just loved to get reactions out of you. The way your cheeks flushed, your eyes would suddenly widen and you'd try your best to busy yourself again and act like nothing happened but Leon wasn't stupid and dammit! He found you to be excruciatingly adorable. And boy if his ego didn't rise another notch after every time you blushed or looked flustered.

You sighed to yourself softly as your fingers ran over the files. You were searching for a certain letter in particular and it was taking forever. Then again, in your defense the filing cabinet was huge and stuffed full of different documents and important papers. Plus who knows the last time someone actually bothered to go and try to organize everything like you were now.

Leon glances up at you and he watches as you seem to struggle to find the correct spot for the files. Gosh he was going crazy. You just looked so perfect, so pretty. The way the skirt hugged your hips and how your white, button up shirt seemed to really show off your chest….it almost made his head spin.

You grumble to yourself as you finally find the spot you were looking for but suddenly you hear the door to Leon's office click and you look over to find Leon locking the door. He shoots you a simple smile and walks over with a few strides. Each step of his, you could hear against the carpeted floor and it almost made shivers go down your spine.

You watch him curiously as he stops right behind you and glances at your hands that are still holding the files that you are trying to sort.

"Jeez Sweetheart, you've got a lot of paperwork to sort…" Leon mutters against your ear. His hands close around you, caging you against the filing cabinet as his chest presses up against your back slightly.

"T-Tell me about it…" you mutter. You dare not look at Leon right now with how hot your cheeks are feeling. But he can't judge you! What does he expect you not to blush when he's so close like this? You can even feel his breath lightly fan over your neck as he watches you search some more through the cabinet.

"I think it's time for a break, Sweetheart.~" He suggests.

You scoff and ignore him, rummaging some more through the filing cabinet until suddenly you feel a pair of warm lips kiss the sensitive spot of your neck and your breath hitches. Leon chuckles lightly in response and continues to press more light kisses to your neck.

"Did I ever tell you how amazing you look in these cute little outfits of yours?" Leon huskily whispers. This time chills do run down your spine. His kisses slowly start to get harsher as he lips press against your sensitive skin which causes pink marks to blossom underneath your skin.

"Leon…what are you doing?" you shakily ask as you exhale through your nose. Leon smiles and his hands plant themselves on your hips.

"What do you mean?" He asks. You roll your eyes at his fake innocence. You knew what he was doing and while it was risky, you couldn't stop it. Not when he looked so handsome in that suit he was wearing. You had never seen anything that could look better than Leon in a suit.

"You know what you're doing…" you murmur, turning your head to look at him. Leon looks at you amused and he slowly runs his finger along one side of your neck before planting another sweet kiss there. His lips slowly leave your neck and soon hes gently grasping your chin and turning your head to face him so he press his lips to yours.

He deepens the kiss quickly, pressing your body closer to the cabinet. You feel yourself becoming dizzy from the intensity and you wrap your arms loosely around Leon's shoulders as you kiss him back. Soon he starts nibbling lightly on your lower lip causing you to moan slightly before opening your mouth wider to accept his tongue into your mouth. You groan when he pushes deeper into the kiss. His hands tighten their grip on your waist and eventually he hoists you up by your thighs and has your back uncomfortably pressed against the filing cabinet.

Your legs lock around his waist as he moves to place open mouthed kisses over your neck. You could feel his growing bulge and it caused shivers to run down your spine. Suddenly Leon breaks away as he pulls at the fabric of your skirt. He tugs your skirt up, revealing your underwear that has a little wet patch form your arousal.

Your stomach drops when you see his hand glide under your panties, rubbing his thumb over your clit and you can't help but squirm a bit.

"Wet already? I've barely even touched you…" he whispers teasingly against your ear.

You whimper and pull at his tie. "P-Please Leon…." Leon hums in response and caresses your cheek lightly.

"Please what?" he inquires, looking you deeply in the eye. Your breath hitches and you let out a soft moan.

"Mmm..I need you….please…" you whimper. Gosh you were embarrassed. You were acting so needy..but then again you really did need Leon.

"You're gonna have to specify, honey." he coos at you. You pout and try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin and forces you to face him.

"Go on sweetheart, tell me what you want. I want to hear it." He purrs.

"Now that's a good girl." he praises you in a low voice and he places another soft kiss on your forehead.

You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants and god you wanted him so badly.

"Fuck me….please, I need you…" you plead and then realize what you just said when you see Leon chuckle lowly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

His hands move up to unbutton his pants and he shoves them down far enough to where he can fully free himself from his boxers. You can feel your whole face heating up as you watch his cock slap against his stomach and it took your breath away.

He smirks as he sees your flushed face, watching how you lick your lips hungrily. He leans down to grab your hips and hold them in place while you keep your legs wrapped around his waist.

"You know you're so damn gorgeous, right?" Leon whispers softly against your ear. Before you can respond a moan is ripped from your throat as you feel his cock stretch you out fully. It made your back arch into him and you had to grip his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you.

"Such a good girl for me…" he groans as he starts to roll his hips at a slow, torturous pace. He wanted to make sure you could feel every part of him and you sure could. You swore you saw stars as you felt him thrust deeper and deeper, almost hitting your cervix as you felt the cabinet behind you shake a little.

"Oh my God!" you whine as you feel your walls clenching tightly around Leon as he keeps pounding into you.

"So sensitive aren't we Babydoll?~" he teases you. You let out a gasp as he slams into you harshly and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Shhh, don't want anyone else to hear us now do we?" he asks you. He starts moving faster and soon you feel your orgasm building up and you bite down onto your lower lip as you start shaking. Your walls squeeze around his member tightly and you can see the pleasure flash across his face as he moans into your neck, trying to muffle the sound.

You clamp a hand over your mouth as both you and Leon can hear footsteps on the other side of the door. Your eyes widen and you look at Leon who is still rolling his hips in and out of you without a care.

"Lets see if you can stay quiet…" Leon growls playfully.

[layraket]

I had an adorable mental image I think you would appreciate: Bunny!Legend snuggling with Hyrule when one or both is stressed or upset. Just a pink fluff ball sitting in the lap of his successor so they can both destress

Lately days have been harder; more things in his mind doing the rounds, constant fighting that only means more use of magic and energy, just staying awake. Hyrule isn't one to complains, he grew up always trying to see the brighter side, everything had one.

Right now though, it was a lot more difficult than usual.

Twilight and Legend had gone to patrol the area where they will set camp to make sure that there aren't any monsters. When Twilight came back, there was no veteran to see next to him. Just a pink bunny on his arms.

Hyrule was put on keeping an eye on the bunny duty so the rancher could go for Sky. Why? Something about needing the master sword.

"I wonder where's Legend..." He said to no one, maybe the bunny, he (was a he right? Twilight talked about him as a boy) was the only one who could hear him right now.

The bunny turned to look at him, piercing violet eyes meeting bright blue-ish green ones.

"Do you know? You were with Twi after all" He gently grabbed the bunny and put him on his lap, he seemed a little grumpy but at least didn't try to bite him.

He slowly put one hand on the bunny's back, petting his soft pink fur.

"You know, there was a legend about bunnies, them being as a symbol of perseverance and kindness in the toughtess of times, something to do with one of the heroes of the past" He paused for a moment, thinking "Would the hero be Legend?"

If the bunny's ears perked up at that, Hyrule didn't know the reason. He continued petting him, being gentle to not bother the small creature.

"If only they didn't go extint in my time..." Dawn has shown him some old books which contained information about extint animals of the past, bunnies being one of them. Something about the world becoming too hostile and lack of food to survive.

Obviously he wasn't able at the time when that happened, he didn't even born yet! Yet, even if he wished to restoor everything to how things where so no one would have to suffer hunger, cold and fear, it was impossible to happend in his lifetime.

When all this journey is over, he will go back to his time, wandering and not staying in one place, caves and dense forests being his most visited spots. In the past he seemed all that normal, comfortable even with the familiarity, but now after experiencing what it is to have constant company and people who cares for him, he almost wishes for this to never be over.

"I hope he's okay" He looked down at the bunny "Legend is strong, he will come back, right?"

The violet eyes of the bunny showed an intelligence that is not normal in these creatures, but yet there was something else. He sniffed Hyrule's hand and climbed to lay flat on his chest, closing his eyes.

If someone told him that this was how bunnies hugged, Hyrule would believe that. He wrapped the small pink fluffy body with his arms, petting his head.

If Twilight with the master sword in hand noticed some tears falling down his checks, he decided to not say a word.

[muntitled]

Oh my!! I just read your lee know req and god please spare me my knees are weak. Can i request a lee know dilf? I’m sure its perfect!! 💗 btw i love you take lots of rest! Mwah!

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating a single dad who coincidentally happens to be your next-door neighbor does not come without its fair share of hardships (and fun)

Warnings: Language, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Single Dad AU, Secret Relationship, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), implied age gap, Brat!TamerMinho, Bratty!Reader, Oral, Dacryphilia, Needy!Minho, Slight DDLG, Dom/Sub undertones

Seriously so domestic, you have been warned <3

Dating had always been difficult, and up until very recently, you had been perfectly content as an unwilling participant of crush culture. Seldom men have grappled your attention, and the ones that do are often doomed to give you the ick. Every man was either too loud and obnoxious or too nonchalant and non-empathetic. You had given up on dating altogether until fate sunk its talons into your love life.

What're you wearing?

The message came at the dead of night while you lay supine on your couch. Minho rarely sent text messages, preferring to call or email like the archaic man he was. It sent you crazy with admiration.

Wouldn't you like to know?

You grinned as you sent the message back, chewing anxiously at the ends of your sleeves like you were a child awaiting their scolding.

Yes I would. That's why I asked.

Almost immediately, you could tell Minho was needy. He was naturally very blatant and authoritarian, but he became even more so when he found himself slipping into arousal. You could picture him through the screen, and the mental image had your stomach warming with delight: his hair shaggy from his hands running through it all day. His dress shirt, unbuttoned. And perhaps maybe he was reclined backwards on his big leather couch. Nursing is phone in one hand a whiskey tumbler in the other.

What are you wearing.

Comes Minho's message a second time. This time, the tone felt far more demanding despite being the exact same words. You immediately knew that if you would not comply quickly, you might be in for a punishment. Oh how you adored punishments.

Wrong punctuation. It's 'what are you wearing?' No full stop. And you have an adult job? Smh...

You're so undeniably tense that you fear your jaw might crack from the pressure that it's clenched and you hold your phone close to your screen. For 60 agonizing seconds there is not response and you can definitely picture the look on Minho's face with his tongue poking tje inside of his cheek while he shook his head and murmered a quiet and appalled "진싸" to himself.

Come over. His next text reads. The kid's asleep. Come over.

You dreaded taking the very short walk to your next door neighbor and boyfriend's apartment and yet, the opportunity to piss Minho off even more is just too difficult to pass up. A slow smile grace's over your face as you send back an 'aye aye captain' before slipping on your slippers to make the short journey to his apartment.

Before your fist even hits the surface of the wood, the front door is ripped open and Minho's pulling you inside. "You've been holding out on me?" He grumbles, before forcing kisses down the side of your neck. "Why?"

In a flurry of trying to kick your shoes off at the front door as Minho leads you both to the couch. You try to control Minho's frantic groping at your sides and try to ignore his bulge pressing against your thigh. When pulling you onto his lap, you're not quite sure what to make of your thoughts and emotions.

All you feel is a sharp pinch on the skin underneath your woolen sweater and you yelp, "What the hell-"

"Answer me?" He says, glaring at up you with an aura of seriousness. Your legs ached as you straddled Minho's lap, and conversation seems impossible. "I wanna know why you suddenly think it's okay to start being a fucking bra-

"You brought it!? I can't believe you actually brought it-"

A small, excited gasp cuts through what was to be the most embarrassing scolding of your life.

Like the breaking of an ancient spell; you and Minho push back from each other on the couch, you detangle your limbs and you keep a distance. You're almost grateful for the little boy padding into the living room, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

Minho watches his son run towards you on the couch with furrowed eyebrows. Nothing but confusion swims across his darkened irises, and you shrug slightly before uncovering the thing that has apparently been in your hands this whole time. Minho had been so clouded by his own lust that he barely saw the children's book you had clasped in your hands. He watches how you and his son exchange pleasantries like long-lost friends. The both of you practically beaming.

He is only able to intervene on your very important conversation when he notices you handing his son the book.

"Woah- hey, what's going on?" Minho's hand instinctively goes to the back of his son's head as he looks down at you curiously, "What's this?" Minho asks.

"The reason I'm here," you make awkward little jazz hands which Minho's son finds very amusing before you clear your throat. You give Minho an inconspicuous wink.

"Your son... he-"

"I just can't stand how you read bedtime stories to me, Dad."

Minho swings his head downards, his eyes wide.

"You said you liked how I read-"

"No, Dad," theres a roll of his 4 year old eyes and you smile, "You like how you read. Its not very fun for me-"

And that's how you spent a majority of the evening reading a bedtime story for a sleepy little boy until he finally slipped away. You didn't mind it. The story was buying you some time from what you knew was a very aggravated Minho, and all you could do was chuckle to yourself as you read.

This was all so incredibly short-lived because the kid eventually did fall asleep, and you could feel your insides twist as you closed his bedroom door, making your way back to the living room. Every step you took felt like you were skinking deeper and deeper into the earth, and you swallowed very thickly when you rounded the corner to find Minho staring idly at the wall. He was slouched slightly on the couch with his shirt unbuttoned even further.

As you rounded the couch, you spied an empty whiskey tumbler on the coffee table. You shiver.

"Had fun, then?" Minhos hisses almost petulantly.

You roll your eyes as you lower yourself onto the couch beside him.

"If only you weren't such an incompetent bedtime reader then I wouldn't-"

But his hand was already squeezing at the base if yojr throat and you gasp, raising and lowering your body as your lips parted in what was very clearly excitement.

"You and this fucking mouth-"

"A-Are you going to punish me?" Minho regards you for a split second underneath the shadow of his lashes before he breaks out into a chuckle. You tilt your head in confusion, which is only tripled when his hand goes from your throat to the top of your head. "Good girls aren't supposed to like their punishments, are they?"

He knew what diction to use to have you slipping into subspace, and all you're able to do is nod as you shift closer to him. You lick your lips, so completely rattled with tension of all the endless possibilities. Would he spank you? No, perhaps that would cause far too much noise... would he edge you-

"Only slutsnlook forward to their punishments, you know that?" Your nipples tighten against the fabric of your sweater and you nearly moan again. Minho's hand on your head is so heavy, so unmistakably manly it has you spiraling.

"And punishments are no fun if you enjoy them." The hand on your head gets heavier and heavier.

"Minho-"

"Knees." It's all he says before you're toppling to the ground at his feet. Your heart is pounding out of the confines of your very chest, and you lick your lips suddenly feeling so incredibly dehydrated as Minho drags you to his knees. He sits back, letting his head rest on the back of the couch as he says, "You know what to do, don't you?"

The weight of your punishment suddenly hits you tenfold as you bring your shaky hands to undo Minho's belt. It wasn't a 'punishment' at all. Not in the way you wanted.

Instead, Minho was quite content letting you pull out his cock and service him. Making you wait as long as he was forced to.

Minho's jaw clenches when you pull his cock out of his briefs and the sound has your bottom lip trembling.

"P-Please, Minho,"

"Shut up," he mumbles into the air with his head still thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Consequently, you nod into the open air as you spit into your hand and begin to pump his hard length with every bit of precision. You can feel your clit beg for some kind of friction to the point that your need becomes painful.

"You're too slow," he whispers, clenching his eyes shut in frustration, "Too fucking slow." You speed up the pace, watching his lips fall open and feeling utterly intoxicated by all the pretty sounds Minho makes for him all from the both of your hands wrapped around his cock.

"F-Fuck-" You twist your wrist, suddenly spurred on by his reaction.

"I don’t want your hands," Minho huffs, "I want your mouth" and you bend your head dutifully before closing your warm mouth around the head of his cock. Minho's head immediately snaps up from the couch, and he is completely and utterly wrecked. He digs his fingers into your hair, forcing you down onto his cock, "Make a mess. You know I like it when you make a mess, Dove," You're practically whining around his cock and he hisses.

Trails of spit and precum drip out of your mouth along with nasty tears that run down your face, reddening your eyes. Minho's cock twitches in your mouth at the very sight of you. "Look at you," he whispers, "Fucking look at what a mess you are for me," You're nodding frantically, his large cock hitting the back of your throat now-

"I'm gonna fucking cum in that pretty mouth of yours and yojre gonna take it, aren't you, baby?" He frantically moves your braids out of face, all the more the see your completely fucked out expression despite not even receiving any stimulation. It has him lifting his hips to rut into your mouth and just as you choke, Minho's voice cracks, "Shut a good girl," he praises as he looses control, "Shut as good fucking- FUCK-" His cum fills the back of your throat at an alarming rage and yourenforced to clench your toes and swallow, there was no other option. He pats down your head lovingly as his hips snap up against you and you whimperbsnd moan around his cock, only prolonging his orgasm

"God, you're so good to me, baby," he whispers, coming down from his high but not without any aftershocks, "You're so fucking good to me,"

<3

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[ghostgirl-22]

patrick catching art humping his pillow… and art is so fucked out he can’t get his hips to stop. hes red all over and drooling and hes whimpering sooo loud godddjfjfbfb

Oh anon…he’s going crazy thinking about kissing his best friend. Wants him so bad. Wants Tashi too. He’s so confused and a mess and Patrick’s staying with him and he’s out on a date with Tashi which is making Art extra insane. Patrick gets home early because Tashi’s friend needs help getting out of a date and he catches Art in media res, losing his mind with the pillow fantasizing about the two people he wants most but can’t have.

CW: 18+

—-

Patrick steps in the dorm room and it takes a little time to orient himself but once he realizes what’s going on he can feel the images etching themselves permanently into his brain. Art laying in his bed, thighs cradling his pillow, hips moving fast as he dry humps the plush fabric. Patrick means to turn around, leave the room, give him some privacy because he’s clearly having a moment but Patrick can’t keep his eyes off of him. His face is flushed, hair all over the place, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and wet. He’s drooling on the blanket and whimpering. These soft little sounds, these pathetic little moans.

Patrick feels his pants getting tighter. He’s watched Art get off before but not like this. Not this vigorously. His mind starts going to crazy places, he considers approaching Art, getting on the bed behind him, pulling Art onto his lap and letting him hump that instead. Imagines sliding his dick in between those parted lips. Or tugging his shorts down and shoving himself inside. God, he didn’t think he was still this attracted to Art… wanting to crawl inside him levels of attraction… but after the kiss and now this, clearly it’s just been hidden deep down.

The headboard is knocking up against the wall with the force of Arts movements and he’s moaning.

Even though it’s been forever since they jerked it together Patrick is still so intimately familiar with Arts patterns. Knows he’s about to come. His voice pitched soft, the sounds make Patrick grip the door knob just a little tighter. He’s losing himself, while Art is coming. Falling apart mentally, memorizing the image of his best friend fucked out and all apart on the bed in front of him.

Art collapses breathlessly, falling on his back. “Oh god,” Art sighs. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

Patrick clears his throat and Art stills looking over at the door. “Surprise, I’m back early,” Patrick says sheepishly.

“Fuck,” Art groans, covering his face with his arms. “Why didn’t you say anything Patrick?”

“I mean… I didn't want to ruin the moment. You uh— you really showed that pillow,” Patrick smiles as he approaches the bed, delighted by the way Arts flush is only deepening. Patrick knows he’s barely concealed in these dress pants. He’s almost certain the hard outline of his dick is plainly visible. But Art doesn’t seem aware yet.

“Look man,” he’s saying, rubbing his hands on his thighs. The wet spot visible on his navy gym shorts, Patrick wants to lick at it. “I say all kinds of weird things when I— I didn't really mean I wanted to do any of that stuff. I was just working myself up. Random words, okay?” Art continues..

“Uh, okay…” Patrick says curiously, he hadn’t really heard much more than his babbling towards the end. But he kinda wants Art to believe he heard everything so he’ll share more with him. “I don’t know, you sure you wouldn’t be interested in that stuff?” Patrick suggests.

Art squints, this adorably stunned expression on his face. “You serious?”

“Uh well…” Patrick shrugs. “Well you sounded serious.”

“No I mean, yes, but what about Tashi?”

Patrick shrugs again, narrowing his eyes. Of course it’s about Tashi, he’s still so obsessed with her. God Patrick’s probably just agreed to let him fuck Tashi. Which he’s tempted at times to let him try his hand at it. Poor baby. She’d eat him alive.

Patrick gently pats his cheek and the way Art is looking up at him makes him want to unzip his pants and push his dick into Art's mouth. So he’s actually quite stunned when Art reaches for the zipper instead.

“Okay man, I guess I meant some of it… and maybe you liked it too…” he says quietly, staring at Patrick’s swollen dick the whole time as he slides it out, like he’s mesmerized. “If you tell her about this… I’ll deny it.”

“Uh right,” Patrick says, taking a breath as Art takes him into his mouth. “Definitely not gonna tell her.” He sighs, tangling his fingers into Art's messy hair. Dream come true.

[evilminji]

Hey Minji! A thought for your Star Wars things!

Who ever said the SI-OC was the only one to get dumped in SW? Just. A Creche that has several Reincarnations/Transmigrants.

Oh? My god? Just... the FIRST thing that popped into my head? Was the image of one of those "we are so Unbelievably Overworked We No Longer Fear You Nor Death" Sort of office workers/team of workers(nonspecific)?

Just... fuckin EVERYBODY knows Star Wars. Not everybody focused on the same PART of it, but the DO know it. So OBVIOUSLY? The Force decided it should bring in an A Team.

It Did Not ASK the A Team.

They are... like? 4. And sitting in a soft foam, brightly colored Creche, in their lil Jedi rompers, all sitting in a circle, looking at each other like... ( -_-) (-_- ) you too, huh?

Yeeeeeep. (God does Jerry want a cigarette. Jerry gave them up in his 20s. But he's KINDA GOING THROUGH IT, okay?!) (Sarah is hyperventilating in the corner. Her KIDS! Oh GOD. Her KIDS! She was on the way to pick them up from SOCCOR PRACTICE!!!)

Just? This whole ass team of "yeah, we know the LORE, but buddy, pal, we had LIVES! What the FUCK. Star Wars was a HOBBY!" Type adults? No one is happy and everyone wants to choke the metaphysical concept of The Force with their itty, bitty lil baby hands.

They may RIOT.

And like? Do to sheer NUMBERS? They make up ALMOST a full Creche?

Almost.

There is like... one? Maybe two? Actual Jedi Babies™ in their group? It's A Team... plus our collective children. Whom we parent. The MOST baby of babies. Also the spokesperson when they want to fool anyone into thinking they're "normal".

I want Jerry to have a fake cigarette. He's looked up death sticks and like FUCK is he putting that shit in his body, but dear LORD are the oral fixation and mental effects of a past addiction still both real, and a pain in the ASS.

If you try and TAKE his fake ass, hand made, bespoke not-a-cigarette from his itty bitty lil baby hands? He will take your KNEES. These FUCKERS won't even let him have COFFEE. Let him HAVE THIS. *hisses from the walls*

I want them to be ☆~Nightmare Children~☆

They have the power of The Force, various past life skills, an uninterrupted access to the galaxy's BIGGEST LIBRARY, close proximity to FAR too many senator AND their living spaces, and? An actual negative number of fucks to give. They can take shifts. Tag team. Be creepy, horrible, terrible, God awful nightmare creatures climbing out from your WALLS.

Somehow they keep escaping.

Down through the lower temple as they examine the hidden tunnels and escape routes. Through the vents. Forcing other jedi to become VERY familiar with where those pathways are. Sure hope THAT won't someday save your lives! Ya ungrateful, "you're grounded, stop sneaking out younglings" BASTARDS! So rude!!

The camp out in the Corrie Gaurd office. Bring the babies.

Here, you seem stressed, random gaurd. Hold a Jedi Baby. They radiate sunshine and good vibes. Are literally the Anti-Old-Man-Sith. We brought caffeine and food from the temple. Are willing to follow you around like "adorable ducklings" on patrol under the excuse that we're "training" for when we get our own soilders.

Sure is INCONVENIENT for all these asshole senators to has a witness, huh?

You gaurd my back, I'll gaurd yours. And if a certain long neck trips near the stairs? You didn't see SHIT. I'm BABY. How could I POSSIBLY have the control to do that? Now excuse me... we need to practice our "we Jedi Children can stare into your SOOOOOULS, we See All Your Sins." Wide Eyed Unblinking Predator Stare.

(O.O) (O.O) (O.O)

[ash5monster01]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

[moonlightspencie]

i would adore if you wrote a one shot about james potter being like absolutely obsessed with his gf and always doing cute things for her and looking after her

okay this is just a widdle drabble with our baby boy, but he is so soft in this. also: reader doesn’t have pronouns in this :)

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

warnings: fluffy fluff with one little suggestive reference

—————

You were sitting in the library studying with Remus after a long day of classes. You didn’t necessarily want to do more work, but you needed to be prepared for your next test. Besides, the subject wasn’t horrible and Remus made a great study partner. It was going well, too, until Remus snorted a laugh, looking over your shoulder.

“Incoming,” Remus said, smiling down at his book.

“Hi, darling,” James said quietly in your ear, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

You laugh lightly, leaning your head back against him as he kissed your cheek a few times in a row. You made eye contact with Remus as he raised a brow at you and James, still finding it funny how overly-affectionate James was with you, even after more than a year of dating. You sighed softly.

“Hi, Jamie. What are you up to?”

You felt him shrug behind you. “Just wanted to say hello to my love. Moony told me you had a study date today, and I just came to interrupt so you didn’t bore yourself to death.”

“You know, I actually don’t mind advanced arithmancy,” you point out.

“Boooring,” he sang out, kissing your cheek again.

“Prongs, I’m gonna get sick if I have to watch you keep kissing,” Remus laughed, looking up from his book.

“You’re just jealous I have somebody to love and cuddle.”

“Right,” Remus snorted, not paying James any mind.

“I brought you something,” James whispered in your ear.

“Yeah?” you respond, interested.

“Mhm. Close your eyes.”

You follow his command, feeling him tear himself away from you long enough to pull a chair up to your side, his leg brushing yours as he sat next to you. You felt him grab your hand, pulling it towards him and dropping a little something in it.

“Can I open now?”

“Yeah,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice before you heard it.

You opened your eyes, smiling when you saw a new quill and a chocolate frog. You looked up at him questioningly, and he smiled back at you, looking utterly love struck.

“Thought you could use the chocolate as fuel to keep your spirits up, and the quill to make sure you were comfortable writing for so long.”

“Aww. Thank you, angel,” you cooed softly, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

He smiled into the kiss, proud to have made you happy. You only broke apart once Remus sighed loudly. You looked at him with a small smile still on your lips.

“Come on, Moony. It’s not so bad.”

“It is when I’ve been watching it for a year straight.”

“Year and three months,” James corrected him quickly.

Remus didn’t look amused at his friend. He rolled his eyes, though he smiled a little despite himself.

“Alright, wrap it up,” Remus said, wanting to get back to studying.

“I always do,” James retorted quickly.

You smacked his chest lightly, laughing. Remus scoffed a laugh, making a bit of a sour face at that unwanted mental image.

“Don’t be gross,” you chided your boyfriend.

He merely shrugged, kissing your cheek again before he stood up.

“I’ll see you at dinner, my love,” he said to you with another little grin. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know you will,” you smiled back.

[babyleostuff]

ICE PRINCESS | CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

warning | one, slightly dirty joke at the end

“It’s because of my knee.” 

“Your knee is fine now, Cheol. You just suck at skating!” You laughed at your boyfriend, who had trouble standing on his own two feet, wobbling in every possible direction and looking like a little giraffe who was learning to walk. “Stop making excuses.” 

“I’m not mak- FUCK!” He shouted as the tip of his left ice skate got caught in the ice, making him fall forward in the most unfashionable way you could’ve imagined. 

“And there goes your idol image,” you giggled, skating up to him quickly. He looked adorable lying there on the ice like a little clumsy child, but at the same time, it was hilarious seeing little kids who had barely learned to walk and were already skating around, passing your boyfriend like pros.

“I told you to hold my hand,” you said softly, fixing his beanie that fell over his eyes when he fell. “But you always know better, Choi Seungcheol.” 

“That’s not true,” he whined, looking up at you with his famous pout and big puppy eyes, melting any annoyance his stubbornness caused you. “I’m good at sports, I am,” Seungcheol said, clearly irritated. “Why do I fucking suck at skating then?” 

“Baby,” you sighed, cupping his cold cheeks in your hands and mentally making a note to take a photo of him later, because with his bread cheeks covered with a pink blush, he looked so adorable it was insane. “You can’t be good at everything. Besides, ice skating is like the only thing I can think of that you’re not that good at.” 

He looked at you with disappointment, as if his inability to skate made him any less of a man. You knew Seungcheol thrived off being the strong and capable in your relationship, so when there was something he wasn’t excelling at, it always made him upset. 

“I hate this,” he mumbled, covering his face with his hand. “It’s so embarrassing.” 

“That’s enough, Seungcheol,” you said angrily, grabbing his hand. “Yes, you’re no ice princess, but it’s not embarrassing to fall. Take a look around you,” you grabbed his chin, tilting his head to the side where a couple just fell down, the girl landing on the guy. “See? You’re not the only one that isn’t a champion at ice skating. This isn’t the Olympics, Cheollie.”

He watched as the girl helped the boy up, their laughter audible even from a distance, and he looked back at you with big eyes. “Will you hold my hand this time?” Seungcheol asked with a shy smile on his lips. 

“Course I’ll hold your hand,” you said and intertwined your fingers, earning a quiet giggle from your boyfriend. 

…

“Look at me, baby!” Seungcheol exclaimed happily, his arms extended awkwardly out to the sides, as he slowly but surely skated over the ice. “I’m ice skating!”

“Yes you are, Cheol,” you smiled, following his every move in case he’d fall again. His knee was doing much better now, but you didn't know if it would survive another fall onto hard ice. “You’re doing great.” 

He looked back at you with a big grin and grabbed your hand again, pulling you towards him, so your bodies slightly crashed at the impact. 

“After all, I just might be an ice princess,” he smiled at you proudly, showing off his dimples. 

You scrunched your nose, not being able to handle his cuteness as he pulled you closer to his chest. “You’re full of surprises, Choi Seungcheol.” 

“Don’t call me that,” he pouted, his breath over your lips. “Okay,” you murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth teasingly. “Choi Seungcheol.” 

He huffed as his sweet smile changed into a well known smirk. “You’re in for a night, baby.” 

“Will I have to call you ice princess instead of daddy, then?”

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[valiantartwritingweasel]

❦ Oh no, there seems to be only one bed. Whatever will we do? pt.2❦

My favourite hate-love trope in which you have to share a bed with your crush.

Finally leaving my drafts now after everyone started making the "too many beds trope" (which is funny ngl)

pt.1 here

//Thoma, Itto, Dottore, Alhaitam//

(you can tell on who I just gave up entirely. Also my english is deterioating, maybe I'll proofread in the following days...)

no pronouns mentioned :)

❦

Thoma

If you didn't know better you'd say that this situation was carefully crafted by your employer. It had to be. Ayato had fun watching you squirm around your colleague. Which you did anytime Thoma shot you one of his signature smiles, or when he leaned over your shoulder to inspect what you were doing. You folded so quickly whenever he laughed at one of your jokes. How could you not? The guy was the sweetest thing one could ever lay eyes on.

All of that aside, you just had a feeling that this situation was no coincidence, as you stood there, next to your fellow maid, staring at the bed.

You blinked, then looked over at Thoma.

The poor guy. 

Before you could actually grasp the situation and make a comment about it, he already yelled out "I can sleep on the floor". 

When you turned to look at him, the first thing you noticed were his bright red cheeks. The second thing you noticed was the mild terror in his facial features. 

You blinked at him, taken aback by surprise before mumbling "You sound like the thought of sharing a bed is dreadful to you." You let out an awkward cough before speaking up again "I wouldn't want you to sleep on the floor but.. maybe we can find another mattress, if it's really that bad for you?" you raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with suspicion.

A shimmer of dicomfort hushed across his features. The accusation didn't sit right with him. He cleared his throat while scratching the back of his head in embarassement "Hm, no. That's not... what I meant...". He sighed "I just wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable you know.." A sheepish smile crossed his features while the blush only seemed to worsen "I'd actually.. like bedding with you- Ah!" He caught himself in a cough "Not..not like that! Oh" He hid his mouth beneath his hand, staring at you "Please say something before I keep talking".

Your only answer to that was a soft laugh, followed by a quiet but adoring "Alright, let's bed together then." With a smile you went ahead to get ready for the night, giving the blonde a second to compose himself before following your example.

(would sleep on the floor, maybe even outside if you'd ask him to)

❦

Itto

As soon as the two of you laid eyes on the bed..: "Dips" both of you yelled in unison, before staring at each other.

"Well" you crossed your arms "sharing is caring…?" You tilted your head and he nodded. "Yeah yeah, that's right. We'll just share. It'll be fiiine". He looked embarrassed but you didn't know what caused it. Maybe he was just nervous that he might fart during the night or something.

Then a thought hit you. "Oh" you looked at him "oh my, do you snore?". Your eyes widened in horror at the mental image of how loud he'd probably snore. He seemed offended. "What? ME? Snore? Noooo I don't snore" he made a move with his hand. 

All in all: "I'm not convinced" you sighed. 

"Okay okay, tell ya what" he pointed a finger at you "I know I don't snore but if you find me snoring in the night, I'll give you money. If I don't snore I'll get to take you out. How does that sound? Deal?" He extended his hand, which you naturally took to shake "Yeah whatever big boy, all you're gonna end with is crippling debt" you laughed. You didn't actually know if he was a snorer but you just had to believe now.

Both of you shook hands when you paused "Hold on" you narrowed your eyes, shooting him a confused look "why take me out? Like…you don't mean as in…death right??". He gasped "WHAT? No no no, not like death, I mean like food. Eat something. Make you less hungry yknow?". He shrugged "I've wanted to ask for some time now but the chance never came", he scratched his head embarrassed before returning to his signature grin "but now I'M going to win and you have to come with me. You can't say no!".

You chuckled quietly, shaking your head in disbelief 'what an idiot' you thought. "Alright" you murmured "let's get to bed then" 

(You cannot tell me that the guy doesn't snore, I am CONVINCED that he does (my friend said he'd probably have a snore bubble too and now I can't unthink it (ANOTHER friend mentioned how he doesn't sleep with his eyes closed, I'm losing my mind at the mental image)))

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Alhaitam

As soon as he sees your embarrassed expression he´s like „we´ll sleep on the floor“ and that‘s it. I know you wanted this. Thank me later.

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Dottore

Never would you have guessed that one day you'd end up in this situation.

You, standing next to your BOSS of all people, in front of a lonely bed.

It's not like you hated the man next to you. In fact he was actually quite nice towards you. Or…at least as nice as the guy could get. But you were still alive after like 3 years of working for him, so that already counted for something. 

You were more of a simple task person, so everyone always dumped some sort of random task onto you. Through that, you've managed to actually befriend some of your colleagues although you've started to not get too personal with them. Sometimes some of them just went missing and you really didn't want to ask anyone what that was about. Instead you opted for the emotional distance option. 

It was wild to think about. The only reason Dottore took you with him on his mission was because everyone else was busy, preparing for something big. You, on the other hand, were not so busy. All that was left for you to do was to bring an occasional glass of water to one of the other workers. So when Dottore asked you to join him on his travels, you just nodded, not giving it much thought. 

But even if you had given it much thought, the idea of ending up sharing a bed together would've probably been the last thing to cross your mind. 

Before you could actually grasp the entire situation though, Dottore had already started taking off his unnessecary accesoires, leaving them on the bedside table. Clearly he didn't care about the whole situation.

You on the other hand needed another second or two to collect yourself. You looked at him, wondering if he even mentally checked that this was about to happen or if he was so far off into logic land to recognize your presence in the first place. Sighing you just took off into the bathroom, following your bed routine like usual....

(says either we take turns on the bed or we share, who cares honestly, the man's on a mission)

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Prompt 31 - Countdown

@wolfstarmicrofic December 31, word count 765

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Remus woke early, feeling oddly warm in his usually cold bed. He felt stiff, as if he hadn’t been able to move much during the night. He looked down and saw a mass of black, curly hair draped across his chest along with the rest of Sirius. 

He couldn’t quite believe he’d let this complete stranger wriggle his way into his bed in so little time and not even for sex and, even more unbelievably, Remus didn’t care. 

He turned his head to look at the time, watching the second's countdown until his alarm went off. He still had a few minutes before he needed to start getting up. 

Remus bit his bottom lip as he tentatively moved his hand from where it was wrapped around Sirius’s waist and began tracing patterns onto his bare back. His skin was silky smooth and the image of Remus licking every inch of it shot into his mind. He felt himself grow beneath the sheets and winced when Sirius began to stir. 

“Hmmmm, someone's happy to see me,” He grinned sleepily, his hip bumping into Remus as he shuffled to see Remus’s face better. 

“I need to go to work in a bit,” Remus said, ignoring Sirius’s words. 

“Oh, okay, I’ll get up and leave you to it,” Sirius’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You don’t have to go right away,” Remus blurted out quickly, his arm automatically wrapping back around Sirius’s waist. “Sorry, erm, I thought I could make you breakfast.” He felt the back of his neck heat and knew his ears would be burning red. This was confirmed when Sirius’s eyes flicked to the side of his head and he bit down on his lower lip to keep his face straight. 

“I’d love that if you’re sure,” Sirius smiled sweetly at him, lying back down, nuzzling Remus’s chest until he got comfortable.

Remus was a bit stunned again. This felt so easy, so right, but he didn’t even know this man. Sooner than he thought, his alarm began blaring. “Oh my god, Remus, is that the Ducktales theme?” Sirius jumped up excitedly. 

“Yeah,” Remus admitted sheepishly. “I had a clock when I was little that sang it when the alarm went off, and it’s the only thing that wakes me up.”

“That is adorable,” Sirius leant over and pressed a quick kiss to Remus’s cheek and skipped out of sight, presumably to get dressed.

“So all I have is cereal,” He told Sirius as he got two bowls out of the cupboards and rinsed out the mugs they’d used last night and made more tea. 

“Cereal's great, I don’t usually get it at home,” Remus felt a twang inside his chest. He didn’t know a thing about this man. He’d have to rectify that once Sirius was gone. 

“Choc-y hoops, alright?” He asked as he poured a healthy portion into his own bowl. Sirius’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically. He looked like a little kid getting sugary cereal as a treat. Remus poured on some milk and slid the bowl across the counter to him. Sirius grabbed it and took a mouthful before going to sit down on the sofa. He let out a happy groan before shoving another spoonful into his mouth. 

Before he knew it, it was time to leave for his shift at the hotel, cleaning all the used bedding in the massive laundry room in the hotel's basement.

“It was lovely meeting you," Sirius said, his cheeks pinking as they said goodbye on the doorstep of Remus’s flat. 

“Yeah, I had a great time,” Remus confessed, and Sirius’s face broke into the most beautiful smile Remus had ever seen. 

“Would you want to maybe meet up again?” Sirius asked, suddenly looking a bit unsure of himself. Remus’s heart twanged again, and he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. 

“I’d really like that, Sirius,”

“Great, I’ll come round tonight. See you later, Remus,” He reached up and kissed Remus on the lips. He walked away, hopping to the side when Rufus opened the door to the kebab shop just as Sirius passed it. Remus couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from his lips. Then, it hit him that Sirius had invited himself over again. He made a mental note to get some groceries on his way home so he’d have something to feed the man. He shook his head, put his earphones in, and started his walk to the hotel, thinking about how different Sirius was to anyone else he’d ever met. 

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