#anyway hope u all enjoy and devour this lol

[lowkeyrobin]

hi! how are u???

i was wondering if you could do mcyt x reader where they go to an amusement park? i don't realky know the specifics :P

it's totally fine if not!

also, could i please be 🦑 anon?

your writing is so good, btw :3

ooo okay I can try! ; and welcome 🦑! (I'm gonna consistently think this is an umbrella academy fan goodnight 💀) hope you enjoy your stay! ; and thank you, I appreciate it! <3

MCYT ; amusement park

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, maxggs, quackity & slimecicle

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk anything about amusement parks outside kennywood and disneyworld so probably using references and names here / may be mixed up cause I don't remember all the different places / pretend like it's in Europe for tommy, freddie & max and in america for Charlie & Quackity

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he's so fuckin scared of the rides with insane heights that go really fast

soooo many pictures

he will NOT be going on them unless it's to impress you (shout out university crush)

if there's any water rides he's forcing you on them 🗣🗣

he buys any snacks/food or little souvenirs you want lol

you both go home tired and lowkey sleep on the train and almost miss ur stop

you're probably vlogging too

"guys, Tommy's scared of the phantom"

"look at that fuckin thing! I'm not going on that, ill fly out!"

"true, you're a six foot twig"

"I swear to god, y/n..."

FREDDIE BADLINU

he's getting on most rides w you

he loves the swings lmao

you got a handful of pics but you're mostly living in the moment

dippin dots go crazy

you go on the little kids rides for shits and giggles and adults are looking at u like 🤨😒

yk on that Winnie the Pooh ride line there's the screens and it's like honey and u can draw on it temporarily? yall stood there for a solid 10 mins cause the long line drawing dicks and random stuff

ice cream!!!! it's so good

you make a tiktok

"wheres harry potter land??"

"....y/n were at disneyworld"

it's your mission to piss of Disney adults

MAXGGS

literally up for anything

he got you both silly sunglasses and you wore them around all day

you literally go on Kalis River Rapids twice because why not

you SPRINT for Tianas Bayou Adventure (I wanna go so bad to see this omfg)

he makes you re-ride the barnstormer like 5 times (me core)

you immediately go for the fast paced / thrilling rides like space mountain and tower of terror (ik these are different just pretend I can't remember many rides...)

then at the end of the day you do the safari ride / avatar ride / ykwim

so many cute pics and videos 💔 literally spammed ur Instagrams when u got back

ALEX QUACKITY

he does not wanna go on things like space mountain or thunder mountain bro

you make him get on them anyway unless he just genuinley doesn't want to, you'll go with a friend if there is another person with you / alone and he'll wait / vlog from a safe spot

you meet a lot of characters and get pics all day long & they were so nice 💔

"OMG Y/N ITS OLAF"

he nearly vomits after the teacups...

you go on the pirates of the caribbean ride and he tries to speak like sparrow the whole time in line

you get some little leather bracelets with each other's names on them at the end in the little store (I had one but idk where it is anymore I'm so mad)

he keeps saying "I'm not hungry" ans when u stop for food he literallt devours his ice cream and hot dog bro

"I thought u weren't hungry???"

"... I was waiting for u to want food"

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

literally the funnest ever

he's getting on everything istg

yall chill in the swiss family tree house when u need a break from walking / grab a drink and go to the enchanted tiki room to escape the heat entirely

over food you speculate what they may add for the little villain land they're planning (holy shit so excited for this even tho I'm probably never gonna be able to go again)

haunted mansion went crazy 💀 trust the vlog is funny asf

"woahhh that ghost looks like me!"

"yeah if you were dead"

"wanna go to mickeys philharmagic after this?"

"that's across the park.."

"we can make it lol"

he's on it with the puns idek how

u want a souvenir of any kind? he's got u trust

[merakiui]

bro that last ask thing u reblogged.. 😈😈

1- SEAGLASS im a little asshole and love to read fics where the reader is shared ✌️✌️ SUE ME seaglass was the first fic i ever read from u too so its like omg the perfect pick....

8- ur writing style is so goddamn sophisticated 😭😭 every word feels very purposeful if that makes sense? my writing (and most yan x reader fics i find on tumblr for the characters im into) is very simple and verb-focused for comedy's sake so whenever i find an author who uses descriptive, specific adjectives and themes im like 🗣📢 SAY IT LOUDER!!! WE LOVE WELL-CRAFTED, ARTIST FANFICTION!!!! u literally eat up every fic and even just ramblings abt ideas bc u go ham with descriptive words and imagery [dreamy sigh] lovely!

9- seaglass 2 BAHAHAHAHA im sitting on the sidelines reading ur jade sk posts and shit like "sooo good... well back to my merakiui roots" and re-read seaglass again BAHAHAHA anytime u post anything with floyd in it tho im like 🤤🤤 like theres no question as to whether or not im gonna drop everything and read it every time when u post new floyd stuff ykwim they go crazy

13- kinda BAHAHAHA i have a friend who found my old yan writing blog bc i ACCIDENTALLY REBLOGGED ONE OF UR FICS FROM MY REBLOG ON THE YAN ACCOUNT 💀💀 so not technically but in my heart yes....

ANYWAY i think ur fr one of the best writers on yan tumblr if not just in general bro 😭😭😭 continue eating it up SLAYY! ❤️

(ask game)

CHIPPPPPPP AAAAAAAAAA SENDING YOU A DOZEN HUGS AND KISSES WAAAAAAAA >w< you're too kind.... T_T <3

SEA GLASS YES.... >:) my first ever twst fic and the beginning of my spiral into Octavinelle hell. 😌 I'm so happy you like that fic so much!! I'm also weak for fics where the reader is shared and Octavinelle is such a fun group to write for with that dynamic!!!!!

ALSO ALSO!!!! My writing... Sophisticated?!?!?!?! Σ(°ロ°) I'm so flattered omg,,,, thank you for saying so!!!! I always do my best to eat up every prompt and concept, so I'm pleased it shows in my writing and overall style!! >0< if I don't describe even the smallest of details in a story or rambling, I will go crazy. orz I love love love writing descriptions so much.

The merakiui roots... PLEASE LOL I LOVE THAT!!! Thank you for looking forward to Sea Glass's sequel hehe!! I'm certain it will be a banger!!! >:D and thank you for liking my Floyd stuff!!!! He's so fun to write for. I go so feral for him,,,, he's on my mind all the time. I just love how Floyd he is. OTL so unhinged and silly and true to himself at all times. I'm honored you would be willing to read the Floyd posts right away aaaaaa!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

OMG BEING FOUND FROM THE REBLOG??? T_T in my heart I will count it. ;;;; if it was an Octavinelle fic, I hope your friend enjoyed the fish LOLLLL. >:) everyone deserves to feast upon a delicious seafood buffet. (˘ ˘ ˘)

Truly, thank you so so so so SO SO SO MUCH for your sweet words and praise!!!!!! 💖💖💖 I'm happy you can consider me a good writer and that you can enjoy my work! I will continue to slay and devour!!! No crumbs will be left!!!! (`･ω･´)ゞ this is a merakiui promise!!!!!!!

[retvenkos]

oliveee just wanted to check in - it's been so long!

how are u doing? how's the winter break?

cam!!!!!!! hello! i've been okay (lol, i announced coming back from my hiatus and then just,,,, didn't for like two weeks, i'm a mess asdfghjhgfd) and i had a pretty good winter break! i went to hang out with my cousin and i had a lot of fun! other than that i cooked and baked a lot - i got a crock pot for christmas and am a Changed Woman. the ease of the crock pot,,,,,, not to sound like a middle aged woman but ohmygod,,,,,,,, i have been forever changed.

i also (!!!!!!) caught up on a lot of webtoons during my break, and since you're my webtoon mutual, i feel as though i must tell you about all of them:

red hood: outlaws is fun, but honestly, i'd probably like it more as a binge read, i don't feel like there's enough plot and engaging cliff hangers for me to get Really Into It.

seven years later is!!!!!! so interesting!!!!!!!!!! i definitely recommend reading it - while it's not the flashiest it has an engaging premise that delivers as it should <3

marry my husband is actually one of my unexpected favorites!!!! idk what it is about this plot line but i am hooked, line, and sinker and can't wait for the slowburn romance <3

i'm the queen in this life is SO!!!!! BALLER!!!!!!! this plot line is going so hard and for what??? for me to go feral over it??? while i'm not In Love with any of the characters, the plot is so engaging that i can't wait to see what happens next.

twilight poem is actually a really interesting read - the art is magnificent and the plot is engaging and while i want to scream at 89% of the characters a solid 96% of the time, i am really enjoying my time here.

there must be happy endings was one that i originally read because i just wanted an absolute 180 from what i had been reading at the time (lookism, asdfghjhgfd) but it's actually grown on me quite a lot <3

dark moon: the blood altar is actually one i have to catch up on (listen, i'm only like,,,, 5 episodes behind, this isn't a lookism asdghjhgfd) and for what it is, i'm enjoying it. i really just think the art is soooo endearing and i am a sucker for ensemble casts.

threads of love is another good one! i'm not exactly rooting for any of the relationships going on (JUSTICE FOR THE GYM TEACHER THO), but i like the whole ~past lives~ plot line, and i just want to know more about the prophetic dreams asdfghjhgfd.

harmonia is a webtoon i just started (and by that i mean i'm literally on episode 6 of 31 asdfghjhgfds) BUT!!!!!! I AM SO INTERESTED IN THIS SERIES WOW I WANT TO DEVOUR IT WHOLE. perhaps give it like 2 or 3 episodes to pick up (or maybe 6 asdfghhgfd idk your taste) but!!!!! i think this one will deliver.

i'm dating a psychopath is another interesting read that is so engaging, but idk who to trust and who to root for, i am simply here for the ride, waiting to become psychologically thrilled and eventually damaged beyond repair asdfghgfd.

and then how can i forget lookism!!!!!!!! i am not,,,,,, how do you say,,,,,, caught up (cries in episode 290 of 421) but i would absolutely DIE for this webtoon, bestie wAHT is happening, in the most affectionate and messy way <3 absolutely reeling from this.

true beauty. yes, i am keeping up with it still. listen,,,,, i have sunk too much of my life into now to ignore the spin off material. but JUSTICE FOR HAN SEOJUN WHO HAS AND ALWAYS WILL DESERVE MORE, HOW DARE THEY DISRESPECT MY BOY SO CONSISTENTLY

oh, also, i'm reading these too, i just don't have the energy to talk about them right now:

dark moon: the grey city

see you in my 19th life

so i married the anti-fan

brass & sass

lore olympus

batman: wayne family adventures

eaternal nocturnal (COME BACK FROM THE WAR PLEASE THE SEROTONIN IS RUNNING LOW)

freaking romance

maybe meant to be

reunion

here there be dragons

anyway, how are yoU??????? i hope you've been well and that you've been drinking lots of water in my absence. have you don't anything fun recently? looking forward to anything special?

[spideystevie]

sweet nothing

summary: five glimpses of sweet nothings

word count: 3.6k

a/n: based off sweet nothing from midnights. something about this song man. it’s not edited (boo) but i hope you guys like it <3

1. tiny as a firefly.

There’s a lingering bite of winter in the morning air. You can’t remember Steve’s windows being opened last night but then again, you hadn’t been paying much attention to that. The bed grows cold without him lying next to you warming you up like the burning embers of a fire.��

A small breeze flutters the curtains. The air smells sweet, fresh like morning dew though it drives a shiver down the length of your spine. Steve’s old t-shirt’s done little to warm you up from the moment you put it on to brush your teeth this morning. You nestle yourself into the covers on his bed that still smell like him and now a hint of you intermingled. It elicits a small sound of bliss. 

The tap runs in the bathroom while Steve brushes his teeth. You hold a bundle of sheets close to you as you shift up towards the headboard. A tiny bit of heat creeps up your neck to your cheeks at the maze of clothes haphazardly left around his bedroom floor. 

Your gaze falls onto his bedside table and a disbelief crosses your eyes. It’s nothing major, something that would seem otherwise insignificant to prying eyes. A small pebble from the quarry, something he’d shoved into the pocket of his jeans on your first date. 

The water stops running and there’s a small clatter as he puts his toothbrush away. You lean across to prod at the gray stone, picking it up into your awaiting palm. 

“You still have this?” you call out. Steve pokes his head out of the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes soften into little pools of love when he sees you bundled in his sheets, slivers of bare skin showing from his shirt hanging off your shoulder and a tiny pebble in your palm. 

“‘Course I do,” he says like it should’ve been obvious. You look up at him as he walks back to his bed, pajama pants he’d thrown on this morning sitting low on his hips. You smile up at him, scooting over so he can crawl back into bed with you. 

The bed immediately feels warmer as you curl back into his side. He plucks the pebble out of your palm and rolls it between the pads of his thumb and index finger. 

“Told you I was gonna keep it forever,” he says softly, looking at you somehow even softer. You can feel your heart melt down into liquid gold. He presses a kiss to your temple, nose buried into your hair. Steve puts the pebble back onto his side table, next to a framed photo of the two of you on your birthday.

He turns back and all but tackles you back into a reclined position in his bed, a shriek like laugh escaping you. “Steve!”

Steve’s upper body lays across yours, his forearms framing the sides of your head and holding him up above you. He’s grinning through the smattering of kisses he’s placing all along the length of your neck and every plane of your face. Your fingers fumble for purchase on his cheeks, pausing his sporadic kisses to pull his lips down to yours. It’s gentle and tender like the morning, a sweet press of his smile against yours.

2. on the way home. 

“When does your class get out?”

There’s a slight beat of silence while you finish your mouthful of cereal. A clink of metal spoons against ceramic bowls from his parent’s kitchen cabinets while you rack through your memory for the correct time. 

“3:30,” you swivel towards him on your barstool, socked foot nudging against his calf. “Why?”

“So I know when to pick you up, silly,” his smile is boyish, crooked at the corners. You shake your head, smiling despite it. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into your mouth. Steve hooks a foot around the leg of your stool and pulls it closer to his. His arm goes around your waist to steady you, hand slipping beneath your shirt to rest against the skin there. He’s eating left handed now, milk drips onto the counter from his spoon. 

“‘Course I do,” he says over a half-chewed bite of honey nut cheerios. He swallows, sets the spoon in the bowl, looks at you. “What else am I supposed to do as your boyfriend besides drive you around?”

You pretend to think, humming to really sell it. He shakes his head at you with a slight laugh. 

“I dunno,” you settle, looking at the last few pieces of cereal floating in the bowl. You feel a little shy, sparing a glance at him with a sheepish smile. Steve thinks you’re heaven sent. “Tell me you love me, for one thing.” You keep going, gesturing with your hands. “Hold my bag when my shoulder gets tired, loan me your clothes, kiss m-”

And he does. Kiss you. Right in the middle of your teasing ramble. Your bottom lip curved between his. It’s simple, sweet, leaves you with warm cheeks and a racing heart like it’s the first time all over again. 

It takes restraint not to run out the classroom doors when your professor ends the lecture. You know what’s waiting for you outside the doors to the building. A pretty boy leaning up against a flash of maroon, sporting a proud grin reserved for you. 

Just as you imagined, he’s there at the front of the parking lot. His sunglasses perch on his nose and he’s leaning his back against the passenger side of his car. You light up like stars in a night sky when you see him, feeling an almost magnetic pull to him. 

Steve slides his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his head, a few wavy tendrils slipping onto his forehead while you walk up to the car, breaking into a jog when it’s close enough. His arms open at his sides, ready for you to slip into them, molding yourself back into one celestial being. 

Your arms go around his shoulders, his around your waist best he can with your backpack on. Hugging Steve always feels like it’s own way of coming home, something reaffirming and sure as the sun rising and setting. You settle onto your feet, arms sliding down until your hands rest over his chest. 

“Missed you,” Steve says. His smile is all kinds of charming and sweet like honey. Your lips twitch into a smile. 

“It’s only been like three hours,” a slight giggle coats your words as you squint up at him, the sun sitting just over his shoulder.

“I know, tell me about it,” he almost groans, dipping down to kiss your smile with his. It warms you more than the sun in the sky, leaves you feeling like you could burst at the seams. It’s innocent for the parking lot but you pull away first, eager to not cause a scene. 

Steve opens your door for you and holds your hand on the way home. He’s an eager listener when he asks about your day and you’re more than willing to spare any and every detail. You angle yourself towards him, one knee pulled up onto your seat, your joined hands settling on your thigh. 

“Totally aced that quiz from last week by the way,” you say, not even downplaying your brag. Steve grins.

“Of course you did, with the mind that you have,” he presses a kiss to your hand, waits until the next red light to kiss your proper. It happens all the time, the little spouts of praise when you do well, when you do just about anything. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of how it makes you feel sticky inside with love. 

3. in the kitchen humming. 

The wall is a crutch, holding up your sleep fatigued body. His back is to you, long stretches of muscle beneath bare skin. Freckles dot his skin, constellations you love to trace at night. The smile that stretches your lips and lifts your cheeks is fuzzy with sleep, dripping with love.

For a moment, you let this be life. Steve cooking you breakfast in his pajamas, the coffee brewing aromatic and slowly waking you up. A glimpse of normalcy, a life near into the future with your own carpeted floors and no otherworldly threats. Something muddles your heart in your chest at the thought until it’s nothing but a mess of Steve and love and everything good he brings out in you. 

He’s humming to himself as he alternates between pans, the muscles in his arms and back flexing and shifting beneath his skin as he does. You don’t think he hears you cross the kitchen to him, his socks on your feet quieting your footsteps on the tile. 

Your fingertips brush against his sides, a butterfly kiss hello to let him know you’re there. His humming morphs more into sounds of delight than a song as your arms wrap around his bare torso, your forehead pressing just below the line of his shoulders. The skin between his shoulder blades is warm, your lips pressing a lingering kiss against a freckle that makes its home there. 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” his voice still has a twist of the morning in it, the edges of his words rugged. You squish your cheek against his back, your smile smushed but clear and evident in your response.

“Morning, loverboy.”

“You were supposed to be in bed,” he says. The implication of breakfast in bed is there and it leaves you soft on the edges. You feel like you’re morphing into a languid flow of burning admiration for the boy you’re wrapped around. He can feel you rub your nose across his skin, your chin settling at his right shoulder. You try to catch his eye, though you know it’s unlikely from your position. 

“Got too cold without you,” your lips pucker into a pout, one he’d kiss without a second thought had he been able to see it. You can feel the laugh rumble in his body, lighthearted, almost apologetic. He doesn’t say anything, just continues to cook breakfast, flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. 

You don’t let go of him once, just step and move with him like you’re one beating vessel. The lingering sleep makes you feel needy, lips dragging against freckles, soft from the fatigue. When the burners are turned off, your stomach rumbles almost immediately after. It makes a laugh bubble out of Steve. 

The two of you eat at the kitchen table this time instead of the stools at the kitchen counter. Your chairs are nearly pressed together and Steve lets you drape your legs over his lap. His free hand dances over your legs, callused palm a warm comfort against your skin. Your hand sits in your lap while you eat, Steve’s giving your fingers a squeeze every now and then. 

You set your fork down, bringing your hand to the back of his head. His hair is soft between your fingers as you scratch at his scalp. It’s quiet while you eat, a specific kind of comforting silence that comes with time, with knowing each other as well as you do. 

Both of your smiles are a little slow from the weekend drowsiness. Steve’s features are muffled around the edges, soft and a little lovestruck as he looks at you. Your hair’s a little messy from sleep still, the sweater of his you wear bunched up at the tops of your thighs. You’ve never looked prettier and he can’t help himself. 

He presses his lips to yours in a syrupy sweet kiss, your lips both a little sticky from breakfast. You can’t find it in yourselves to care.

4. too soft for all of it.

Steve Harrington is good. The springtime sun personified. 

You’ve known Steve long enough to know he shoulders more than he needs to, gives his all until the well is depleted. You’ve only ever known him to be selfless, brave. And you love him for all of it, but you worry about him more than anything.

His parents had come home, nothing Steve didn’t think he couldn’t handle. Until their usual one week pitstop in the big house became two, became three. It was going on an entire month, the longest they’d stayed since he was in high school and it was weighing him down.

They had insisted on having you over for dinner before they left town, making a point of saying how eager they were to “meet the person who’d be bold enough to stick around.” He tries not to dwell on his father’s comment when he makes an excuse on your behalf. A part of him wants the relief of having you there but the other part of him doesn’t want you exposed to this. 

He wants to keep you tucked inside his pocket like a hidden treasure. Keep the good and the bad parts of his life as separate from each other as he can. 

He calls you that night after they leave to catch a redeye flight to Boston, his voice almost begging you to come over. You don’t hesitate.

There’s an obvious tension radiating off of Steve’s house as you walk up to the front door. Your knuckles rap against the wood and when no one answers you worry you might’ve knocked too soft. As you lift your fist to knock again, the door swings open, and there stands Steve. 

Off the bat you can tell it’s not the Steve you’re used to. 

There’s a heaviness on Steve’s shoulders, visible at least to you, dragging him down like he’s shouldering the entirety of the world. His steps drag, eyes downturned and lips slanted into a frown. When he smiles at you it doesn’t make his eyelids kiss, doesn’t have the usual sparkle and shine. 

You’re fretting over him the minute you step into his orbit. A hand cupping his cheek, thumb swiping over the skin. Steve doesn’t know how to tell you that he feels infinitely more at home now that you’re here. You don’t have to ask what’s wrong. 

There’s an unspoken communication between you as you look at each other, drinking in the other like you hadn’t seen each other for an extremely elapsed time.

His house feels cold, empty despite the two extra bodies that had been occupying the space previously. None of it feels like home. You’re desperate to change that.

You push him towards the couch, sitting him down. He wraps a hand around your wrist before you can drift into the kitchen.

“Can we just sit?” he asks. Your features soften, body deflating as you nod. You tuck yourself into the corner of the sofa, motioning for him to lay his head across your lap. Your fingers immediately tuck themselves into his hair when he does. 

He closes his eyes, lets himself come back to himself. For a moment nothing else matters but your fingers in his hair. There’s no outsiders pushing and shoving, no lingering memory of his parents. It’s just you and him and his parent’s overpriced couch. 

You give him the time to relax, breathe now that he can call his house a home again. There’s a simplicity to the love you share, a peace that you can share, a dependable comfort that you can give and take. Steve feels overwhelmed in every sense of the word.

“M’glad you came,” he says, his eyes still closed. He misses your soft smile. You give a gentle tug at his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. 

“You needed me,” you state simply. You watch the Adam's apple in his throat bob as he swallows. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Was just the same thing all over again. He just kept going on and on about how I should be doing more,” a pinch forms between his eyebrows. “I feel like I should be used to it at this point, you know? But it’s so hard.”

Your fingers twist and twirl pieces of his hair, careful to be gentle.

“Can I tell you something?” his voice sounds so small when he asks. You nod before you realize he can’t see it. 

“Course you can,” you keep your voice soft.

“Sometimes I believe him. My dad. When he says those things…I don’t know, sometimes it just feels like maybe he’s right.” 

“Steve,” you frown. There’s a pause of silence only to be broken by a sniffle from Steve that he tries to disguise by pinching at his nose with his thumb and forefinger, like he can snuff out the impending tears. Your fingers pause as a tear slips past his eyelids and slides down towards his ear. “Oh, honey.”

You pull at his shoulders, awkwardly rearranging your limbs until his head is on your shoulder, face pressed into your neck. His tears are warm against your skin and leave wet splotches on the collar of your shirt. You don’t mind, running a soothing hand through his hair and up and down his spine. 

It’s not often that Steve cries, at least in front of you. Always so determined to be the strong one, the tough exterior that let things bounce off of him. Everything has to crack sometimes. On the rare accounts, it’s a private confession that only you’re privy to. That despite it all, Steve’s too soft for all of it sometimes.

“He’s wrong, you know?” you say when his tears have started to wane. He sniffles, nods against your shoulder. His hair tickles your neck. “Sometimes Steve, I think you should be doing less.”

He laughs, it’s wet and a little hoarse from his crying. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Steve you do so much and bend so far sometimes I think you’re going to snap. And I love that you care so much but I wish you’d give yourself the same amount of care and grace that you give to everyone else.”

You nudge his head, prompting him to lift it up to look at you. You wipe away the leftover wet from tears with your thumbs, keeping your hands gentle yet firm against his cheeks.

“I love you,” he says before you can say anything else. He hopes you know how deeply he means it. Hopes you know how much it means to him that you love him because he’s him, not for anything else. You kiss your response into his forehead, willing it to sink through his skin into his brain.

5. running home to your sweet nothings.

Friday seemed to last a week, the hours stretching apart like taffy and the minutes moving along like molasses. The prospect of the weekend was just out of reach, a mirage off the horizon. 

You’d had a morning class and work right after, Steve working at the same time which meant he didn’t get to drive you. The last you’d seen of each other was a blurry rush that morning as you danced around each other, pressing a quick goodbye closer to your chin than your mouth before getting out the door. 

It wasn’t clear if it was the day actually being long or being apart from one another that made time seem to shift along as slowly as it could. You wanted nothing more than to be within the four walls of his parent’s house, a place you’d found a way to make home with them gone. 

Steve’s car is in the driveway when you pull up outside. There’s a clatter in the kitchen, a telling sound of Steve getting ready to make dinner for the two of you. You’re toeing off your shoes, body feeling heavy with exhaustion when he comes into view. 

“Honey, you’re home,” he grins, quick to gather you up in your arms. You relax into him, arms wrapped around his middle. He laughs a little at the way your body sinks against him. “Tired?”

“Very,” you all but groan. “Missed you. Was too long.”

You’re not as coherent, sentences clipped but the sentiment is there. Steve presses a kiss to the top of your head, his nose smushed into your hair. It smells like his shampoo.

“Was gonna make us dinner, pretty thing. Does that sound good?” he loosens his hold on you for a moment to look at you. You hold him tighter against you, inhaling him in while you drag your head against his chest until your chin sits against it. He smiles down at you, a hand moving to smooth out your hair. “There y’are.”

Your smile is lovesick and blurred with fatigue around the edges. “Can’t we just lie down? Skip dinner?”

Your grumbling stomach corrupts any option of skipping dinner. Steve laughs and you can feel it vibrate through his chest. He stoops to kiss you, pliant and soft. 

“We can lay in bed the rest of the night after dinner, yeah? The whole weekend even,” he says, lips close enough to yours that they brush against yours when he talks. “That sound good?”

You nod, kissing him again.

He stays true to his word, doesn’t even bother with the dishes after dinner. Instead, he ushers you up to his bedroom. The two of you are in your own little trance as you get ready for bed, soft sleepy giggles filling the spaces between you. 

You teeter on the edge of sleep almost immediately when you get into bed, Steve’s hushed sweet nothings against your ear lulling you into sleep. Steve thinks he could burst with how much he loves you, with the knowledge that you love him just the same as you stitch yourself against him in your sleep. 

Love flowed steady between you, simple and serene. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

🚪🧍‍♀️

uh hi ADKFJA;J

i am once again crawling out of my pit to pop in and say hello!! i hope everyone’s doing well and i’ve missed ya <333 when i’m not on here you may be able to see me waving frantically underneath my pile of work HAHAHA if you see a white flag don’t worry bout it that’s for my professors i beg you uni pls spare me

i’m going to be going through my inbox now and replying to messages that i’ve missed whilst i’ve been away, so if you sent an ask i’m so sorry for the wait but a reply is on it’s way shortly!! i also have a couple writing things that i’m gonna be posting soon too so keep your eyes peeled for that!🌻(actually written and sitting in my drafts this time omg this is a new Sunny hahaha)

you all better have been taking care of yourselves whilst i’ve been away👁👁 yeah i’m looking at you go get yourself a glass of water now before you shrivel up like a prune

[murdrdocs]

after party | b.wayne

description. after attending a gala, there’s nothing more Bruce wants than stress relief. preferably from you.

includes. SMUT 16+, sort of sub!bruce, simp!pleaser!bruce, sort of dom!reader, oral female receiving, AFAB!reader with no gendered pronouns, reader has hair long enough to be pinned up but no other limiting descriptors given

a/n. this is sort of good but i just needed to get something out especially for batboy. anyway, hope u enjoy lol

word count: 1.3K+

He kisses your shoulders as you take off your earrings, moving down to your neck as you take off your necklace. When you unpin your hair, his hands wrap around your waist and begin to tease the waistband of your skirt.

As if his fingers weren’t there, you push his hands away from the front of the skirt and move your own to the side, latching onto the hidden zipper and pulling down, freeing the silk fabric from your body. You move to your top next, hands reaching for the knot tied around your neck. Your movement causes Bruce to have to take a step back, giving you room to untie the knot and pull the black top off of your body.

Bruce’s beginning to get upset at your lack of attention. He circles you, standing in front of you. You give him one glance and then look away, even ignoring his gaze.

Attempting to gather your eye, he falls to his knees and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your tights. You let him slowly roll them down your legs, stepping out of the fabric when they hit the ground, your eyes suddenly interested in the painting on the wall.

It’s not until you’re standing bare in front of the large mirror that you finally look down at Bruce, a knowing and sure smirk on your lips as you let a hand fall to his dark hair.

“You’re so desperate,” You state. He only responds by pressing a kiss to your thigh, blue-green eyes locked on yours as he silently asks for permission. You nod. “Go on then. Take what you want.”

Bruce wastes no time. His large hands find themselves between your thighs, spreading them open for him. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts himself up onto his knees, lips pressing a brief kiss to your core. Your breath hitches against your will and before a gasp can come out, you press your lips together, forcing the sound to die in your throat.

It’s too late, though. Bruce has already noticed and you can see a glint in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he continues.

His fingers hook under the waistband of your brief style panties and he pulls the light pink fabric down, moving faster than he did with your tights now that he knows you want this almost as much as he does.

You’re barely stepped out of the panties when Bruce’s face disappears between your thighs. His dark hair tickles the inside of your thighs and you cringe away from the movement, hips accidentally moving back away from Bruce. He takes this as you attempting to run from him.

Large hands grip your ass and force your pelvis towards Bruce’s face so that he can lick a long stripe from your entrance, to your clit, where he sucks once, then twice, and presses a kiss.

Any thought of Bruce’s hair, or eyelashes, tickling you leaves your brain as he finally begins to take what he wants.

At first, he moves slowly, savoring every kiss and lick and taste he can get from you. You’re shocked momentarily, expecting him to dive in and devour you since he was begging for it all night long. But then you let yourself revel in it, enjoying the calm, languid motions of it all.

Your head throws itself back, leg hitching up to drape over Bruce’s shoulder.

You start to lose your balance and to compensate, your hands tangle in Bruce’s soft, black locks. You don’t pull, not yet at least. You just hold on, treating his hair like reigns as the heel of your foot presses into Bruce’s back, silently encouraging him to continue.

You can tell that he means every single movement, not one lick from his tongue delivered without meticulous intent and emotion behind it.

You see it in his eyes, too, when you roll your head to the side and bring your eyes back to his.

He’s staring up at you directly, eyes softened around the edges yet his pupils blown just a tad bit more than usual. You knew that if it weren’t for the bright lighting in the closet, his pupils would take up all of his eyes.

From here, you can see his jaw flex as he works. His cheeks hollow as you feel him suck around your clit, and his head moves when he brings the movement down to your entrance, where he gently glides his tongue out of his mouth, probing, but not allowing the muscle to fully enter you.

A soft curse comes from you. You were so hellbent on pretending to remain indifferent, a sort of persona you had picked up since the night began, but it's hard to do so when your lover is on his knees for you, pleasing you as it also pleases him.

So, you let it drop completely in favor of being vocal and praising Bruce.

“So good,” You say, voice breathy and heavy. “Feels so good, Bruce.”

His reaction to the simple praise is immediate.

Bruce begins to move more fervently. One of his hands snakes up your leg, the one still on the ground, and he moves his mouth back to your clit to make room for two thick fingers that slip into you with an embarrassing amount of ease.

It takes no time for the tips of his digits to find that spot and you fall forward when they do, one hand leaving Bruce’s dark hair to now steady yourself against the mirror.

The unexpected shift doesn’t throw Bruce off. He just moves back a bit and tilts his head up further.

The combination of his fingers thrusting up into you with his mouth around your clit, makes your core tight. You’d already been so wound up from Bruce’s light touches throughout the night that by the time you arrived back at the tower, you had to pretend you didn’t want him as much as he wanted you.

Earlier, when you were undressing with faux disinterest, your heart was thumping behind your chest with anticipation of what was to come.

As it is now.

Your head lifts until you find your own eyes in the mirror. There’s a single strand of hair covering your right eye, but you can still see perfectly as Bruce brings you to the peak.

Your thighs clench, your leg thrown over his shoulders pulls him impossibly closer, your other one shakes and almost buckles under the uneven weight. Your hand on the mirror spreads its fingers, and the one in Bruce’s head does the opposite, tugging on his strands. Your jaw drops, eyebrows scrunched together before relaxing as Bruce sucks once more and then the cord snaps into two, and then snaps again into a million other pieces.

You feel like pure ecstasy as you ride through the waves. It’s impressive to both yourself and Bruce that you manage to hold yourself up through it all, and you can feel Bruce’s hands on your ass and lower back to keep you steady.

When the final shocks of your orgasm shake through you, your eyes find Bruce’s again and he’s still looking at you. You have a hard time imagining that he’d ever looked away from you in the entire ordeal.

After a final kiss on your cunt, Bruce pulls back, showcasing the mess you’d made on his face.

You don’t realize it at first, brain still hazy from the orgasm, but your manicured hand comes to his face, thumb swiping along the shine at his chin before probing past his thin pink lips and into his mouth.

He takes it easily, sucking on your digit until it's clean and you pull it from his mouth.

Pleased, you free Bruce from your grasp, hand and leg moving from his body so he can stand to his full height, towering over you.

“Thank you.” He says.

You smile and cradle his cheek with your hand. You rise to your toes to press a soft, chaste kiss to his wet lips, hand then moving to his chest where the Bat insignia usually sits.

“I didn’t think we were done.”

[etherealtobio]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

©️ ETHEREALTOBIO - do not copy, translate, or repost

[dolliedarlin]

Be4 reading this take into consideration are over the age of 18? It’s rlly not to bad but the Subject is slightly vulgar! You’ve been warned ;)

Yea- also there maybe some grammatical errors mb in advance

Alr picture this, you/y/n is getting gangbanged by the bakusquad

(For starters let’s just say y/n isn’t a virgin)

y/n is a female btw

Mina and Denki would 100% be in charge of 4play I just know it, y/n would be on all fours and Mina would be in between her legs (won’t go into detail because u said censored hehe but I think Yk) while Denki is on his knees in front of y/ns face pretty sure Yk where that goes.....After they do they’re thing with y/n overstimulating tf outta her and all, Sero Kiri and Bakugou would obviously want sum but, Mina and Denki being stingy wouldn’t budge

Side note: I think Sero and Bakugou r the main tops

Mina seems like a top as well and Denki and kiri give off switch vibes in my opinion (lmk what YOU think :)

Oh and y/n Issa sub Lmao

Anyway, Mina and Denki would have to be pried away from y/ns body or Sero, Kiri and Bakugou wouldn’t even get a chance with her-

Sooooooooooooooooooo

TW: double penetration well rlly it’s triple but whatever lol

We all know there are 3 holes and there’s 3 of them (Sero,Kiri,Bakugou) 😏.

I cant go into detailllllllllllllll

I’m not a smut writer but it’s been in my brain for a hot minute ;).

thank you so much for providing that warning, dollface! i would like to reiterate it now, too, please, if you are a minor, do not interact with this post, do not read it or like it or reblog it, none of that please, thank you!

even though this is uncharacteristic of me, i wanted to add onto this ask, hence why it took me so long to reply, i’m sorry about that, dollface! but i here’s a little snippet of a potential smut??? wish my luck on its execution bc i don't really have the time to edit everything right now for grammatical or spelling mistakes as i'm off to bed. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy what i've tried to write!

again, minors please don’t interact with this post! thank you!

It was hot. You were caught up in everything and constantly took up the space in the middle of everyone. Their eyes were on you, devouring the delicious curves of your body; scorching your supple, naked skin with their heated gaze. Marking you as theirs. All of theirs.

Mina holds you close as she sets about devouring your mouth, both of you almost competing to moan the loudest as Kaminari presses into you from behind, trailing soft kisses across the delicate expanse of your exposed shoulder, sucking and nibbling at some points. The touch of his lips are subtle but lovingly meaningful. It’s a complete contrast to the frenzied but masterful work of his hands at your most intimate part. One hand urging your leg to open as the other played with your velvet folds.

“You’re soaked,” the blonde whispers into your ear, breathy and electrified. He hums in thought, “I bet you taste sweet,” at that point, you open your eyes to squint at the muted red light of the room but quickly roll your eyes back when hits that sweet spot before reaching up to have a taste of you on his fingers.

“How does she taste?” Kirishima calls, his voice low and slow, like a sensual dance meant to seduce onlookers. And seduce he did; you felt yourself clench around Kaminari’s stretching fingers.

“Oh?” Kaminari chuckles lowly, ignoring the red-head’s question, “What was that?” you didn’t answer despite Mina setting your lips free with a lick of her lips as she lowers herself paint your neck purple and pink. “Did you like hearing Kirishima’s voice?...” you whimpered, “don’t tell me you forgot they were there the whole time?”

Mina giggles into the juncture of your neck, “they can’t take their eyes off of you,” she looks up and stares into your eyes deeply just as Kaminari picks up the pace with his fingers, earning a sultry moan from you, “I’m sure they’re just dying to have you, right now,” she pauses and bites her lip, “but they need to be a little more patient,”

“It’s gonna be a long night,”

In that moment, caught up between Mina and Kaminari, you look to the side to find the three remaining men leaning back into the sofa as they shamelessly displayed the obvious tents between their legs, eyes never leaving your form as they burnt your image into their minds. You looked oh so delectable. They couldn’t wait until it was their turn to have their fun.

[marvelouspeterparker]

ok so like for freaky friday could you maybe do one about mob!tom kissing the reader’s neck from the back with his hands on her hips, and she’s a virgin but she feels ready and so he takes her to their room and he’s like really experienced so she’s really nervous and self conscious but he makes her feel better and just lots of fluff like “why’re you hiding, princess” (all around praise) and NO daddy kink pls and thx (Tom would be the top please) also he eats her out but she doesn’t suck him off

this is so old you were really specific w this lol but the ‘NO’ sent me for some reason, anyway hope u see this and enjoy 

! the smut is really short it’s mostly pre-smut fluff !

his lips trailed along your shoulder, up your neck all the way to your ear and you could feel yourself shiver under his light touches. his hands settled on your waist, fingers gripping you softly, as he whispered to you. “i’m honored that you’re letting me be your first, love.”

you gasped lightly and he smiled at how nervous you are. “no need to be scared, darling.” he turned you around to look into your eyes. “i love you, you know that.” he brought his hands up to your cheeks and you nodded.

“love you too. so much.”

his smile brightened and he leaned forward to press his lip against yours. you parted your lips, silently asking for more but he pulled away. “you’re sure you want this, right?” his thumbs rubbed soft patterns on your cheeks and it took you a second to focus on his words instead of his touch. 

“y––yeah. want you to take me, tom. make me yours.”

his eyes darkened and he unclasped your bra and slid it down your arms, eyes still trained on yours. when the garment fell to the floor, he let his eyes trail down to your chest and he bit his lip. he could see your chest and your stomach move as you took a sharp inhale and his eyes immediately jumped back to yours. 

“what’s wrong, princess?” 

your heart practically melted from the look in his eyes and the softness of his tone. “n–nothing it’s just...” you trailed off nervously and he brought a hand under your chin, the other to your waist to let you know that he was there for you and that he’d wait for you to gather your thoughts. “i’m just scared that...you won’t like what you see.” you end your sentence quietly, biting your lip anxiously as tom stares at you.

his brows furrow in confusion and anger, wondering who put these awful thoughts into your head. “darling, i think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that right?”

you smiled softly and he continued, “thought that even before i saw you undressed. i can promise you nothing will change for the worse once i see you bare.” he stepped back from you and you almost pouted from the lack of warmth. 

“i’ll even go first, yeah?” he placed his hands at the waistband of his underwear, giving you time to tell him to stop. when he noticed your eyes were transfixed where his hands were, he smiled, licking his lips before pulling them down. when he was fully naked, he looked up at you, adoring the way you were looking at him, obviously wanting. 

he stepped closer to you slowly, not wanting to freak you out and you had to snap your head back up to him when he came directly in front of you. he placed his hands back on your waist gingerly, “can i?”

you nodded, more certain this time and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before crouching down, kissing his way down your stomach. and the way you gasped under his touch had his cock twitching. he slid your panties down your thighs, letting you step out of them when they fell to the ground.

he stood back up and grabbed your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “let’s go on the bed, yeah?”

you nodded, turning around and he had to tell himself to look away from your backside because god, you were doing things to him and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet. 

he crawled his way behind you, letting you settle down against the pillows comfortably and the sight of you laying there, looking up at him with need in your eyes tugged at his heart and his cock. 

he inched closer to you and put his hands on your thighs, “can you open up for me, love? wanna see you.” when you hesitated for a second he tilted his head, looking down at you lovingly, “no need to be shy.” 

you brought your legs up and spread them slowly and tom’s mouth actually watered at the sight of you. “god, princess. you––he glanced up at you and back between your legs as he moved closer, “you’re absolutely perfect.”

he licked his lips and looked up at you, already lying between your legs. “is it okay if i put my mouth on you? dying to get a taste of my angel––”

you nodded, “please.”

he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. he wanted to devour you completely, but he had to remind himself to take things slow. soon, after you’d done this, he’d be able to eat you until you screamed. but for now, he just needed to calm down and please you.

he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your clit, smiling up at you at the small ‘oh––’ you let out. he placed his hands on your thighs before wrapping his arms around them as he looked up at you. “don’t be afraid to pull my hair, okay?”

when you nodded, he got to work. he licked you slowly, trying to figure out what you liked the best, what didn’t get a reaction from you. he wanted to learn everything about you. 

tom really knew what he was doing. you couldn’t stop the moans and mewls from spilling past your lips and he was touching all the right spots you didn’t even know about. you were so wet and he was lapping it all up eagerly. he focused on your clit and soon enough you were getting close to the edge.

your hands gripped his curls, pulling him into you and he growled into you, making you sigh and arch into him. your hips started moving of their own volition and soon your eyes fluttered shut, your whole body feeling the best it ever has. 

“i––i’m coming tommy.”

he licked you all through your high, wanting it to be the best it could. he wanted his girl to feel good. when you sighed again, your body resting back against the sheets, fingers loosening their grip, he pulled his mouth away from you, relishing in the whine you let out. 

he pressed a kiss to your thigh and sat up. you opened your eyes to find him admiring you, a small smile on his lips. 

“you look so fucking beautiful when you come.”

you felt your whole body heat up from his words. you smiled, flustered, not even knowing what to say. but luckily, he didn’t need a response.

“you still want to go all the way?” he asked, just to make sure.

when you assured him that you wanted this, him, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table and slipped it on expertly before positioning himself at your entrance, one hand on your thigh, the other on his member. 

“i’ll take good care of you, princess. i promise.”

[nepenthendline]

Could you write a oneshot where reader is with Kagayama (either established relationship or not yet) and Oikawa keeps flirting with her to rile up his cute kouhai (just for jokes or seriously pursuing reader like an ass idk you choose) and Kags gets jealous and a little bit possessive? thank u! (i asked a couple others for this request as well so please don’t feel pressured if you’re not feeling the prompt!) (um also could we get some slight nsfw up in here??🥵)

Oikawa is written to be an asshole in this so please be warned I don’t think he is that much of a dick lol I hope you enjoy! Warning for a tiny bit of nsfw if you squint, like a nandos lemon and herb on the spice level

Requests are open!

Oikawa flirting with Kageyama’s S/O

You were at the Sendai City Gymnasium to support your boyfriend, Kageyama, is his first round of premlims. He had played amazingly; he kept calm and tossed with precision, keeping everyone’s preferred tosses in mind and got on well (as well as he could) with the rest of the team. They had won by a landslide so you headed out into the gym hallway to greet and praise him.

Seijoh had finished their match earlier in the day than Karasuno, so the team sat in the stands, eyeing up their future opponents. All their eyes were trained on the players, picking apart their skills and plays to add to their rival log.

“That’s it, I’m bored now, let’s leave Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined, standing up and shuffling Iwaizumi out of the gym, into the hallway. As much as he didn’t like to admit, he hated watching his underclassman play well, not to mention win matches. His mind was running was thoughts of how he could crush Kageyama, preferably in a match but breaking his spirit wouldn’t hurt either. As he walked through the hallway, he noticed a familar face leaning against the wall. 

Now, Kageyama himself had never told him about his girlfriend himself, but he likes to keep up with the gossip around the King, in the hopes that he was performing poorly to boost Oikawa’s ego. Also, he had seen a post on instagram of the two of you together, you kissing his cheek, so he knew for sure you were the rumoured girlfriend. 

“Hey Iwa-chan, mind getting me a drink from the vending machine? All the playing has made me thirsty,” his eyes were trained on you as he spoke. Iwaizumi grumbled about how he could get it himself but left anyway. When he was gone, Oikawa waltzed up to you and leaned on the wall next to you.

“What’s a cutie like you doing out here? Did you come to see my match, hmm?” Oikawa teased, bending down to your level

“Uhh...n-no I just watched the Karasuno match...” Kageyama had warned you about this guy. You didn’t know much about him but, from what your boyfriend had told you, he meant bad news. 

“Karasuno? You should come watch my match tomorrow instead. Trust me, you’ll like what you see way better than their playground activities. You need to see a team with actual talent, not some brainless crows.” He spoke with disgust. 

You were pissed, how dare he talk about your schools team like that? As much as you wanted to knock him down a peg, you were intimidated as he towered over you,

“T-that’s ok thank you, I’m happy watching them,” your voice shook as you waved your hands in front of you. He lent over you with his arm against the wall, blocking you in and his face came closer to your ear,

“Hmm, are you sure about that? You know I can do way better things than that King. It won’t be long before he decides he doesn’t need you anymore and toss you aside anyway, so you might as well entertain me a little. I’ve got the perfect spot for you to sit, right on my lap-”

He was interrupted by a force pulling him away from you by his arm. He was half expecting Iwaizumi to be standing here, ready to give him a beating, but as he turned around, he saw dark, glaring eyes and a clenched jaw that belonged to his kouhai, 

“Ah Tobio-chan, I’d say it’s nice to see you but it’s not. See, you just interrupted my chat with this cutie right here and I think we were getting along lovely,” Oikawa said with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Get away from her,”

“What?? Is the King jealous? She’s way out of your league anyway,” he continued with his teasing, as if they were widely known facts. Kageyama let out a deep growl from this throat and lunched forward to grab Oikawa by the collar of his team jacket. He probably would have punched the living daylights out of him if the rest of the Karasuno team hadn’t walked by. Iwaizumi had also chosen the best time to return, running over to tend to the situation. With Daichi pulling Kageyama back, and Iwaizumi smacking Oikawa upside the head, you took your chance move away, running back to safety by Sugawara. Iwaizumi dragged Oikawa away by his shirt and an onlaught of comments about how stupid he is.

“Bye cutie-chan! I’ll see you later!” Oikawa called out with a wave and a grin, proceeding to be hit by Iwaizumi again.

Daichi had released Kageyama from his grasp. He stood still in place, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding against each other. His body was shaking slightly with rage. 

“I think you might need to go calm him down Y/N, maybe take him outside for some air,” Sugawara suggested. You agreed and slowly walked over to your boyfriend, grabbing his hand and uncurling it from his angered grip. You were about to ask if he was ok when he stormed off, pulling you behind him.

“Where are we going, Tobio?” you tried questioning but it fell on deaf ears. The two of you found yourself back at the locker-room Karasuno had used during their last match. It was still empty as the next lot of matched weren’t until later in the afternoon. Dragging you in, he shut the door and faced away from you, his nails going back to their places in his palms. 

“Tobio...Baby...I’m ok, it’s ok. He didn’t mean it I’m sure, and his friend was angry too so-” your words got stuck in your throat as he turned and made his way to you. You had never seen someone look so intimidating before, not even with your recent run-in with the Seijoh player. You backed up as he came, but you soon hit the cold metal of the lockers behind you. 

“Tobio, it’s ok, he’s gone now, you don’t need to worry. I’m all yours,” you tried soothing him, but his eyes widened at your last words.

“Say that again,”

“H-huh?”

“Tell me you’re all mine,” his hands were now resting on the lockers on each side of your waist. You expected yourself to be scared of him right now; the way he looked at you as if you were a piece of meat he was going to devour. The way his eyes darkened, and his slightly damp hair fell over his tense brow. You could feel electric sparks running through your body,

“I’m yours Tobio, I’m all yours,” as soon as you finished, he rammed his lips against yours in a heated, rushed kiss. His hands had grabbed hold of your hips, pulling them to hold with his own body as he continued to kiss you. 

“All mine. You are all mine,” he chanted, before dipping his head to your neck. He licked and sucked harshly at your skin, making your head tilt back in pleasure. 

“Oikawa can’t treat you like I can. He can’t make you feel good like I can. You are all mine, and I win this time.”

[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

I loooovvveee your content and u was wonder if you could make a Lawrence POV of smut if you can thanks ( this is embarrassing for me I'm sorry;-;)

Hellooo, Lovely! Thought I’d start by saying that I’m not very good at writing POV. LOLs I still give it a go, anyway in a different kind of format than my usual. I kept this one short, simple... and 🥵🌶. It might be a little messy because I was half sleepy writing this. Hope you still enjoy it ❤️ Bambi

p.s. There’s no judgement or shame here, my dear fawn. Our blog is a safe space to thirst over your favourite DFel boi 😘 Kiss and Huggles 😘

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Taste - Lawrence POV x Reader

* image from Lucydream, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 753

Warnings: Smut . Profanity (18+)

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I rubbed my hands over my arms, hoping to gain some warmth from the chill.

The air does tend to become quite bitter at this time of the night.

I peered over to where (Y/N) was resting.

She must be cold.

Why didn’t she use the blanket that I had given her?

I knelt down beside her and gently covered her body with the fleecy material.

That should help her get a more peaceful sleep.

I watched her longingly, in awe of her beauty before leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

Her lips parted, and she was breathing softly. Her chest, rising and falling, steadily.

I couldn’t help but trace my thumb over the curves of her lips.

Such soft, supple lips.

So inviting.

How much I loved her. It makes me elated to know that she also feels the same way.

Will it be ok if I…

I pressed my lips upon hers, kissing her tenderly.

“Mmm…”

(Y/N) sighed softly, and I pulled away just enough to see her reaction.

A sleepy gaze stared back at me.

I felt my cheeks heat up, embarrassed that I had been caught.

“I don’t mind if you continued, Lawrence?” She murmured, combing her fingers through my dishevelled mane before cupping my cheeks with her delicate hands.

“Kiss me again… Please…”

Her breathy plea sent me into a frenzy, and I began my journey down her body.

I grazed my lips over the soft skin of her neck before pushing her tee up to expose her breasts.

Her nipple was firm in my mouth as I sucked gently.

“Ah!”

I felt her arch her back, quivering with pleasure.

Pleasure that I was giving her.

I felt (Y/N)’s hand nudge my head to go further down.

She lifted her hips up from the floor and snapped the waistband of her skirt.

“Take them off.”

Her command had me piqued with arousal.

I felt my cock ache beneath my trousers.

However, I must refrain from giving in to my own cravings.

Tonight, I wanted it to be about her and her needs.

I hooked my fingers over both the hems of her stocking and panties before sliding them off her legs.

(Y/N) was wet.

Her pussy was glistening under the dim light of the basement.

I needed to taste her.

The alluring scent coming from sex was driving me insane.

I HAVE to taste her.

I positioned my body and lowered my face between her thighs.

I shifted her legs towards her chest before burying my face into her heat.

“Oooh… Fuck! Yeeesss!”

Her lust-filled mewl was like a sonnet to my ears.

I couldn’t help but groan in response.

Her essence was delectable. Divine.

More. I need MORE.

I anchored my arms around her thighs and devoured her clitoris — swirling my tongue all over the sensitive bud.

(Y/N) bucked and moaned as I sucked, licked and fucked her pussy.

I could feel her walls clench around my probing tongue.

She must be close.

“Don’t stop, Lawrence… Don’t stop!”

I lapped my tongue along the side of her labia before latching onto her clit once more.

Releasing one arm, I plunged two fingers into her slick cunt.

Pumping vigorously.

Cum, my love… Cum for me.

Her wetness splattered on my chin as I continued to finger-fuck her pussy — my tongue, dancing circles on her swollen bud.

I gave (Y/N) one last, hard thrust, and she finally came undone.

My beautiful woman writhed in ecstasy as she cried out her climax — panting breathlessly.

I sat up from between her legs, adjusting my glasses up my nose.

I gazed down at the glorious woman before me, wiping her essence off my mouth with the top of my sleeve.

How lucky am I to have her in my life.

(Y/N) was huffing, coming down from her blissful high.

Her sparkling (e/c) eyes captured mine as she held her thighs up towards her chest once more — spreading them wide.

Exposing herself in all her lascivious glory.

No longer can I abstain from my own desires.

I felt the relentless throb of my dick as I subconsciously unzipped it free from its confinement.

Oh, how much I wanted to feel her tightness wrap around my shaft.

Her wetness dripping off my cock as I would slide in and out of her delicious pussy.

As my trousers fell from my hips, (Y/N) moaned her next command.

“Now fuck me, Lawrence.”

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bambi

[noblechaton]

happy new years dudes! 

this post is a sort of run down of my last year or so and rlly it’s just me rambling about my (sometimes gross, warning to all gross-haters out there (like me)) health issues so feel free to look past this

2020 was probably the single hardest most stressful year of my entire life so far and while some reasons are uh. kinda obvious. it sort of especially crunched down on me as it was the first year of my life where I had a persistent health problem for the entire duration

back near the end of 2019 (october 19th I think) I noticed this weird pain in my chest and it scared the heck outta me when it didn’t go away after a few days so I managed to get to go to the doctor for the first time in maybe an actual decade? to try and sort it out bc like on one hand my habits were(/are) bad and the day beforehand I’d been running on a horrid amount of sleep and my only food was bad fast food stuff for breakfast and dinner

anyway the appointments started coming after that as test after test cleared me of. well. anything. there wasn’t really anything weird found after a stress test or uh. this one test where they ran a wand over my body with some goo on it. idk what its called

so naturally I was really just totally lost bc the pain was still there up until around late january?? I think? my memory gets a bit hazy here bc so much had happened but I’m pretty sure that shortly after it faded away (mid february-ish?) I felt normal-ish but then had this awful headache that just straight up wouldn’t go away that lasted a month or so that got so bad I broke down and begged for a hospital despite knowing my bill was outrageous already but I managed to go anyway and got a CAT scan then and an MRI a few days later that turned up nothing again. legit nothing (aside from a kidney stone lol) and just like the chest stuff it faded

some time after that I got really shaky aches and pain sin my wrists and ankles that hurt super bad that I sort of didn’t talk about but at that point at least it was something I could sort of cope with and it eventually stopped after a while (I think this was bc of an antidepressant I was on that I just. immediately stopped taking as a result of the pain) 

but eventually that gave way to what was the worst of it where I spent around 2 months being entirely unable to eat or drink /anything/. I mean anything at all. water of any sort, crackers, it all came back up and. really really sucked. I lost a lot of weight and struggled a lot and I still struggle to talk about this one bc it was so traumatic and I’m terrified of it coming back to this day (I still don’t eat or drink all the stuff I used to eat or drink and maybe never will. I almost entirely avoid dairy of all kinds now which might tie into my current problem??)

obviously I got multiple tests for this. two cameras down my tummy and an emptying study and all of which turned up.............nothing. nothing I didn’t already have anyway. nothing that could be causing it and then of course shortly after the last test, the one that I thought would definitively answer what was wrong with me,(the emptying one), I was so desperate for food that late one night I devoured some awful fried chicken from the grocery store in the middle of the night and fell asleep and the next day I could finally, thankfully sort of eat again. my dad cooked up salmon for me since it’d been in the freezer and I tried it and it mostly stayed down and then from there it stopped happening all together

this one still stresses me out and again I’m fucking terrified of it bc I still have no indication on what it is or was

but that brings me to the last month or two? (which is a good ~4-5 months? from that last thing I think. my perception of time is fucked and filled with me being pricked with fluids and stuff bleugh) which has been mostly this weird discomfort/pain in my left side that’s almost always there (but has faded sometimes) with the occasional awful discomfort uh. between my legs back there. and this awful burping habit where I taste the last thing I ate for a while

this one’s hard to pin down and I haven’t been to a doc for it (yet, I wanna go and get a colonoscopy and even asked about a stool test that one doc said no to?? and plus it’ll probably be even harder now than it was before) and I’ve been on various laxatives (started back when I wasn’t eating as not eating meant getting anything out was uh. difficult) that all sort of dipped in usefulness. lately I’ve been drinking a glass of prune juice every day or two and it seems to do the most help but it’s still there

now this is odd for me bc I’m not even sure I’ve been constipated or anything and there’s a few theories I’ve had that range from me having IBS to it being tied to my body recovering from 2-3 months of not eating or uh. removing waste. to suddenly doing it a lot (this is also my theory on the belching since my neck/throat used to hurt a shitload on account of all the acid and stuff coming back up but it’s sort of slowly felt less bad?). I also sometimes feel super zoned out and foggy but that might just be my bad sleeping

lately I’m sort of wondering if this is maybe all a neurological thing?? or maybe some sort of mental snap caused by stress from my life. it’s been hard for me to consider much else beyond a deep mental issue after so many tests ended up with good results

I’m not smart enough to know for sure but. idk. a year of nearly nonstop bodily pain no matter what I did (exercise, no exercise. eating better, eating worse, etc.) with every single possible test done beyond a select few providing no results has sort of left me as a terrified wreck without anywhere to turn and it just sucks. I’m tired of being so scared of my own body

and all of that on top of. y’know. everything going on in the world. it fucking sucks

last year was real fuckin bad man and I can only try and hope that this year gives myself and everyone else a reprieve at least. a moment to breathe and be consistently happy again. thank u guys for still hanging around me and enjoying the piddly amount of original content I put out. 

I wanna do more for this acc since it, and you guys, got me thru a lot of this last year or so (I even got to see Glaciator in the hospital once lol) and I intend to start streaming myself playing video games over on twitch more often but I can’t make any promises rn. all I can do is hope to continue putting out even the dumbest of posts that y’all might get even a tiny laugh out of

[ollieologys]

NOT MY IDEA but I really like it :Peter thinking it's hot when you get sarcastic. Literally all day your being sarcastic with everyone cuz your in a mood and he literally is walking around with a huge hardon. When yall get home and you give him sass, hes pinning you up against the door and whispering in your ear, "try using that tone with me and I'll fuck you till you cant think straight" and reader saying “I’d like to see you try Parker”

 title; Try It

summary; You have an attitude all day and refuse to talk about why, so Peter shows you where moody behavior gets you.

pairing; Aged Up!Peter Parker x Reader

words; 1.1k

warning; smut!! like SMUT SMUT. peter and reader are both 18+ in this. unprotected sex and swearing lol

note; thanks so much for the request! hope u enjoy @loxbbg

     It was an understatement to say you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

Peter noticed instantly. He woke up before you, which seldom happens, and wrapped his arms around your torso. “G’ morning, baby,” Peter grumbled into your neck. He expected you to giggle softly - he knew how ticklish you were - and kiss him. Instead, you merely groaned and shut your eyes tighter. 

He attempted to remind you that today you were going to meet up with old high school friends, but your attitude seeped its way through your voice, and he decided to not bother you for a while. Peter wondered what was wrong, but he didn’t want to offend you by pushing it, so he didn’t mention anything.

You, Peter, MJ, Betty, Ned, and Flash all met at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. While everyone was excited to reconnect and catch up, you had a small smile on your face and spent a majority of the meeting quiet. MJ pointed out your unusual behavior after your coffee came.

“Y/N, you’re quieter than usual, is everything alright?” She asked you. Peter turned to face you, wondering how you’d answer. 

“Yeah, everything’s just perfect MJ.” Sarcasm oozed out your voice. MJ rolled her eyes, nothing bothering to respond as she went back to a conversation with Ned. You felt Peter’s gaze on you, silently questioning your moody conduct, but you simply shook your head and sipped your coffee.

On the ride back, Peter brought up your mood once more as he tried to make you feel better. “Wanna stop for ice cream, babe?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Oh, yeah, cause that’s gonna make me feel so much better, Peter.”

His smile dropped. Peter scoffed, glaring at the road in front of him. He loved you deeply, more than he could describe with words, and even though you rarely had an attitude the way you had today, Peter didn’t appreciate how it was directed towards him as well. Not to mention how unbelievably good you looked today. You looked good every day, yes, but something about your dull stare and uncaring strides turned something dangerous on in Peter.

Peter allowed you to walk into your shared apartment first. Shutting the door behind him, he dropped his keys onto the counter and spoke with his back facing you. 

“What are you all moody today for?” He grumbled.

“Don’t know what you mean. I feel perfect,” Your sarcasm was thick.

“God, Y/N. You piss me off when you do that, just tell me what’s wrong,” He pleaded, a tension building.

“Fuck off, Peter,”

He stepped closer to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Quit pushing me away, Y/N,”

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t?” You taunted him, stepping so close you could hear his breathing. He was never one to get angry with you, always calm and collected. He matured that way as the two of you got older. Still, you had some immaturities of a young adult and occasionally pushed his buttons. 

“Don’t play with me,” He warned, his voice lower and quieter. 

You glared as you were at a loss for words. You wouldn’t admit how much it turned you on when Peter got like this - demanding and in control. Especially in moments like this. Still, you continued to push to his limit.

“Why not? You won’t do shit.”

Almost immediately, he pushed you against the hallway wall and slammed his lips against your own. Peter cupped your neck between his hands, his grip tightening just ever so slightly. He kissed you hungrily, his mouth moving from yours to your neck, tilting your head to the side and leaving lovebites in a constellation pattern. You were trapped against the wall as his hand slid down your front and slipping through your underwear. A gasp escaped your mouth, and Peter growled against your neck. His fingers were fast, but teasing, grazing your heat momentarily before pulling his hand away. 

A distressed whine left your lips. “Jump,” He said, and you did. Peter’s hands groped the back of your thighs as he carried you from the hallway to your bed, tossing you as though you were as light as a feather. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face and watched as he took off his sweater and button-up quickly, eyes trailing from his abs to his v-line. You expected him to take off his jeans next, but instead, he pushed you further into the bed and pulled down your jeans and underwear at once. “Peter–” you started, but his face moved between your legs. 

Usually, he kissed your thighs before devouring your heat. This time, his tongue moved in up-and-down and circular motions instantly - and fast. “Oh, fuck, Peter–!” You moaned, hands pulling at his hair. He smiled against you, moving his fingers to join with his mouth and only urging you to cry out. 

“I’m gonna–I’m gonna–” Words felt challenging to form, and you swore you saw stars as you came. Peter didn’t stop, though. He cleaned you off with his mouth, turning you on a tenfold, and his tongue consumed you as though you were his last meal on Earth. He felt your legs shake on his shoulders, his heightened hearing causing the sounds of your moaning and gasping to run through his ears. He felt himself get harder by the moment. 

You came for a second time, your fingers grasping the sheets desperately. 

“Are you gonna use that tone with me again or do I have to fuck you senseless?” He questioned, but he wasted no time waiting for your response. Peter flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you waist to align with his. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, but you did anyway.

“I’d like to see you try, Parker,”

Peter glowered, unbuckling his jeans and pulling down his boxers. He wasted no time entering you, starting antagonizing slow. You were going to complain, but you realized he was testing you, so you said nothing. It didn’t take long for him to speed up, thrusting in and out of you with a snap of his hips. He grunted, the mere sight of you disheveled turning him on more. 

You were a moaning mess. Peter tried to hold back, not wanting to hurt you with his super-strength, but he pulled out of you and flipped you back onto your back. With your mouth gaped open, he leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder as he got close. 

“Fuck, baby–” He groaned, pushing you to your own limit and coming. He followed soon after, his come slowly flowing out of you. You gasped for air as Peter fell beside you, your high slowly coming down. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled the sheets over your body. 

“I told you not to play with me,” He breathed with a laugh

You smiled and pushed your hair out of your face, moving to sit on his lap and pushing him against the headboard.

“I’ll play with you all the time if I get that in return.”

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tagging anyone who might enjoy ;):

@imagine-lovebug , @devin-marie , @marvellousparkerpeter , @softspideyboy , @loveme-hollandx , @minyoongi-ismy-1truelove , @beckykardashian , @bisexual-bella , @poc-gotbang , @zabdisamor , @stiles-newt-bae2210

[soft1hours]

an arduous relation

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A/N: first time writing angst, i hope it’s any good. it took a lot of willpower to post this lol. btw probably making this into a series bc its already too long and rn im too tired to see straight.. anyway enjoy and feel free to leave any requests or feedback :) luv u 

Characters: Warren Worthington III, Kurt Wagner

Warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, complicated relationship? low self esteem, language

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They were just like fire and ice. One, warmhearted and welcoming yet still keeping you at a safe distance. The other, cold, almost stone like with their ‘fuck the world’ face as they easily push you away, just like everybody else.

So how come, this fire and this ice, actually stand each other? How come they’ll die if they stay too long yet insists on ‘five more minutes in your arms’. How long does it take to realize an illusion? It’s an unexplainable bond formed for them only, for only them to understand. The outside world being too much for them to handle, so they make their own. Only if it lasted. Was it in vain all along?

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Drowning in his own tears he couldn’t help but picture the look on Warrens face. Were they really that bad for each other? Did he really mean the wrongfully hurtful words that spilled out of his mouth just moments ago, or was it just another act? Warren had his so called lover on the edge of his seat nearly all the time. The forming of a relationship instead forming into a lump, a tumor in his throat from all the bottled feelings too threatened to mold into logical or even rational sentences. That’s what it felt like for him, Warren had told his oh so beloved partner. A sentence to death is what it’d felt like being stuck with Kurt. All he ever wanted was love. Love he found, yet love he betrayed. 

With Warren long gone all he could do was wait. Kurt being way too familiar with Warren leaving just to come back within the next 12 hours. Yet in the pit of his stomach it didn’t feel right this time, it felt as if his entire world was falling beneath him. Warren would be back right? With little to no energy left in his fragile body, Kurt found the nearest cushion and fell head first into a deep slumber.

He hates this, Warren has a feeling deep in his soul that won’t go away. He has to go back to Kurt, he can’t stand hurting him like this everytime. “I’m not good enough” spins in circles in Warrens mind. Because he’s not good enough, that’s just how it is. He does a lot of bad stuff, all the time. Why would anybody want a nobody like him? Warren has no choice but to open the oh so familiar bottle of whatever liquor he’s about to devour. He is already to far gone, no stopping now.

Kurt feels lost as he wakes slowly. How long has it been? Fifteen minutes or three hours? He can’t tell and to be honest, he doesn’t care anymore. No amount of time would seem to cover up the scar his boyfriend left him with. He dreaded the thought of getting out of bed, but eventually did so anyway after feeling the pulling wrench in his stomach. 'Anxiety' Kurt thought to himself as he slid of off the comfortorting fabric of his bed. His slim figure shadowing the already dark halls of his apartment, he let his feet drag him to the nearest chair. Hair messy and eyes puffy from sleep his stomach made another twist as he saw what lay before him.

A note.

Warren? No, when would he have the time-. His thoughts came to a halt as he read the neat handwriting beneath his slender fingers. Professor X? A note from his teacher urging him to summon himself to a meeting this evening. That explained why he hadn't seen it lying around earlier. Him and his telekinesis powers. He pondered for a minute then threw a look at the clock neatly hung between two windows to his left.

6 pm, sharp. That's countable for evening, right? Kurt grumbled as he weakly stood up from the wooden chair. Warren always had him so vulnerable when he left, as if half of his body mass just slowly disappeared and he was left with a weaker version of himself to rot.

He returned to his dimmly lit room as he didn't really look presentable enough at the moment. Picking up a pair of newly washed jeans and a sweater he decided to swiftly brush through his hair a couple times. After giving himself a crooked half smile through the dirty mirror he imagined the grand school doors infront of him, a second later and he was stood right at the gate of the Xavier school.

"Probably just another patrolling or minor mission" Kurt hope-whispered for himself. As he slid through the thick walls of his school he soon found himself bumped into a masculine, tall chest. As he stumbled on his still wobbly knees he looked up to apologise to the male-

Warren.

There he stood, as tall and blonde as ever, yet not as smug and smirking as he usually was seen to be. Instead a frown painted his features and he opened his mouth to speak. If it only weren't for Professor X booming over the great entry with his big voice. "Ah, Warren, Kurt, glad to see you made it in time. I was getting a little worried there." He sounded awfully cheery today, like he was hiding something.

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[skeletorific]

Okay then, can I please get some good ol cuddlin with Marvus an a short female s/o that has been down in the dumps lately?

Oh now you’ve gone and done it. Marvus is on a one man quest to ruin my life, and what’s worse is, he’s succeeding. This got LONG but here we go!!!

The green rooms of clowntown were never exactly the most hospitable place to hang out. Aside from the usual motley crew of unstable clowns ( no one on Marvus’ team would kill you, necessarily, but that doesn’t mean injury wasn’t a threat when a clown was on a rager), the hygiene of the place left something to be desired. Sweat, spilled faygo, sopor slime usually smeared on the walls, as well as a medley of other fluids you usually didn’t care to think about. Combine that with the odors usually wafting from the concert pits out front and, well…..it took some getting used to, to say the least. You showed up to see him after his concerts when you weren’t busy, but all told, not your favorite locale on Alternia.

Usually Marvus’ dressing room was a bit nicer. In fact you could probably head back there now, but…something kept you rooted to the couch, curled up and facing away from the door. The same as when you’d first walked in and collapsed there a couple hours prior. Mindlessly scrolling through Chittr, barely absorbing what you were seeing but incessantly refreshing. 

You weren’t feeling up to it. That was happening more and more lately. It was odd, like the more friends you made, the more that empty spot inside you seemed to gape. And the harder it was to face it. It was like…how much more could you give? Or not give…devour. That’s what it felt like. Like you were one of those perpetually hungry insect lusii that demanded blood from their charges at all costs. Never satisfied, only in search of the next friendship meal.

And it was starting to burn you out.

That wasn’t the only factor, of course. Lack of sleep. Low seratonin. General Alternian shittiness. Rainy Day Syndrome or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. You were so tired and nebulously sad that all you wanted to do was burrow into your makeshift bed back at the outpost, but you’d done that all morning. Only made you feel worse.

So…..you came here.

Marvus was busy, which is a bit like saying the sky is gray or a tealblood loves justice. Its one of those immutable facts of nature that hardly bears repeating. But you came anyways. Because coming here, even those brief snatches of moments he could usually spare you after shows were usually enough to leave you feeling a bit….more real, if that made sense. Like you were a little more tethered to solid ground.

It was probably useless to try and define what you were. Tagora, who’d insisted on knowing the details of  your relationship (and the name of Marvus’ usual legal representation, “just in case” he was looking for someone with a bit more “verve”) had said it was floating on the edges of some quadrant, he just wasn’t sure which one. Tyzias had bluntly asked whether you’d found a matesprit, and Polypa wanted to know if you were looking for a bit of flexibility with the moiraillegiance.

The truth was you weren’t sure where things stood with you. Not just because the quadrants were still relatively alien to you, but also because Marvus didn’t seem pressed to put a word on it himself. Like nearly everything he did there was a casualness to it. He seemed to enjoy your company, and you enjoyed his. He was physically affectionate, but in a manner so light it felt entirely natural. Intuitively you knew that if you ever asked him to stop, he would.

You weren’t fooling yourself: this was something beyond friendship. But oddly enough the ambiguity of it all was appealing. It was nice to have something without the usual batshit stakes everything on Alternia seemed to have. 

You were so lost in this contemplation that you didn’t notice the music fading into screams, which signified the end of a show. The green room slowly filled with idle chatter and sounds of furniture moving as the clowns unwound. But it was a hand on your arm that finally snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to see a familiar face.

“hey” Marvus said, the usual lazy grin on his face as he looked down on you. He looked almost as beat as you felt, sweaty from the stage lights and eyelids drooping low. Despite that, you feel your troubles start to dim a bit just looking at him.

You smile slightly, sitting up a bit to cover his hand with your own. “hey. Finished up for the night.”

“ye. big crowd 2nite so the roadies r gunna b cleanin up for a while. gunna crash here 2nite and head for the next spot in the mornin.” His thumb traced a slow spiral on your arm as he cocked a painted eyebrow. “u doin aight?”

“…yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”  You say, hoping that pause wasn’t as long as it felt. “Why? Something wrong?”

“nah lol. just usually dm me when ur gunna turn up.”

“Is it ok that I’m here?”

“Mmm…” He smirks, pretending to consider it before leaning down to peck your cheek. It pulls an unwitting grin from you, despite the definite greasepaint smudge its left behind. “maybe. u wanna eat smthn?”

You shook your head. You weren’t hungry.

“aight. brb. gunna grab somethin b4 i pass out.” He rose to his feet with his usual casual grace. 

“Ok.” You let go of his hand. He winks and heads for the catering table.

There’s a warm flutter in your chest, but…not as much as you were hoping? No, that’s not fair. But you’re looking around at all these chatty juggalos and it’s only making you realize how tired you are. You just want to decompress right now, but he’s a chronic extrovert. He could be in here for hours, and you didn’t want to pull him away from that just to tend to your own vague emotional needs right now. 

With a resigned sigh, you turn back to your phone. It’s fine. You’ve definitely put up with worse. And at least you’d get to spend some time with him…

About ten minutes later you hear footsteps behind you, getting closer, and then coming to a stop right behind you. You don’t turn around, just scoot your legs a big to give him the room to sit down. You hear a heavy sigh from him that you assume is the precursor to collapsing into the couch. 

Only to be startled by an arm slipping around your waist and hoisting you into the air. 

You yelp, nearly dropping your phone in surprise as you scramble to catch yourself against him. With a couple of effortless turns of your body, Marvus braces you on his hip with one arm and steadies a plate of food with the other, heading out of the room. 

You feel your cheeks growing warmer as you get a grip on his shoulders. None of the other clowns even spare you a glance as he walks by, but despite the apparent frequency of its occurrence, you don’t think you’re ever going to get used to him carting you around like a toddler. Marvus is average by highblood standards, but that doesn’t mean much to a tiny human. Something he takes no small amount of glee in reminding you of as often as possible.

“U-uh….where are we going?” You manage to splutter out. 

“dressin room” He said simply, nudging the door open with his foot and heading inside. The quarters, as always, are somewhat cramped, but luxuriously decked out, closets stuffed with fashionably shredded clothes, a recuperacoon in the corner, and a sectional sofa big enough to double as a bed. Not that anyone on this planet knows what a bed is. Marvus sets the plate of food down on the vanity and shakes off his jacket, trading you from arm to arm. 

“Er…didn’t you want to….” 

“mm. think they can live w/o me 4 a bit lol” Jacket successfully discarded to the floor, he tossed you on the couch like a sack of potatoes and crawled in next to you, bringing the plate with him and propping his elbow up on the arm of the couch to eat.

You frown, sitting up a bit. Marvus never leaves early. You’re lucky if you can drag him out after half the crew has blacked out from the faygo, and-….

Troll fucking jegus, did he really.

“….you don’t have to do this just for me.”

He flicked his eyebrows in that infuriatingly coy way he has, like a silent question mark. “do what”

“Put yourself out for my sake.” 

Dead silence. Which from Marvus is as damning as anything.

You look down at the couch, suddenly unable meet his gaze. There’s a loose thread that you pick at. “It’s not a big deal. Just a low tank day. I’ll survive.”

“if that were true ya wouldn’t be here”

“I wanted to see you.”

“so, ur seein me.” He grinned, licking a stray crumb off his fingertips. “less ur interested in seein more, cuz dan.”

You flush, nudging his shoulder. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about it. You can go out if you want.”

Marvus sighs, tugging lightly at the strings of your hoodie till you’re laying down face to face with him. He pushes some hair out of your face, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. It melts you, like always. Your eyelids lower instinctively as you lean into the touch.

“u think ‘m here against my wishin? shizz, babe, i ain’t that nice a guy.” He grins, continuing to stroke your hair. “‘m here cuz it don’t feel good watchin u b all low n slow. sacriligeous, if u think abt it.” 

His hand slowly traces from your hair, down to your side, coaxing you towards him. You give up fighting it, burying your face in your chest and wrapping your arms around him tight. He tucks his head in the crook of your neck, his breath ghosting on your skin. Like most highbloods, his skin was on the chillier side, but it contrasts nicely with the muggy heat of his dressing room. You feel his fangs gently scraping your neck as he kisses you softly.

“just lemme do my m-fin good deed for the day, aight?” He murmurs. “i gotcha…”

And somehow, you know that even if that hole isn’t getting any smaller….it sure as hell isn’t getting any bigger. 

Not with him around. 

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

So I’ve sent this as a prompt to someone before, but I’d like your take on it! The boys meeting on tindr 😏

I already told this to Lora but I have to share with the rest of the class, too. I talked about this exact thing with Mick like a day or two ago. So apparently, Lora and me share a brainwave. :D I ain’t mad. I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a bit. It’s not Tindr. That wouldn’t have been as fun as this. 

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Link’s phone lit up on his nightstand and cast a bluish glow on the ceiling of his bedroom. He’d just turned the lights off and tucked in but he couldn’t resist checking the notification.

You have (1) new match(es)

Link perked up. He’d downloaded the new dating app Incognito earlier that evening. He hadn’t tried dating through an app before. Not something you wanted to do when you worked in a semi-public profession as an internetainer.

But he’d heard some of the crew talking about Incognito and gotten intrigued. There were no pictures, no real names unless you decided to share them with someone you’d matched with. This was his first match. He’d been picky and he knew it. Everyone’s answers to their bio questions had just felt either boring or felt like they were trying too hard. Link had chosen to like only three men’s profiles and, apparently, one of them had liked him back.

Link wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship in this thing, so he wouldn’t have needed to be so picky. He didn’t have time for one. Right now, work took too much of his time and his brain power. There was also the fact that he wasn’t exactly out of the proverbial closet yet. He’d only recently come to terms with it himself. Bisexual. That was what he was going with right now. He knew the label didn’t mean that much. It might still change but even getting to accept that had been a struggle.

Not even Rhett knew yet. Link wanted to tell him, of course he did, but something was stopping him. That was probably the biggest reason he wasn’t ready for a relationship with a guy. Keeping something like that from Rhett just sounded both exhausting and too wrong.

But he did want to dabble a bit. He’d never been with a guy, so even texting – let alone sexting – with one seemed kind of thrilling. So, he’d chosen the “looking for a hook-up” option when he made his profile.

A message bubble popped on his screen.

PaddleBoardMe: Hey! You still up?

Link’s stomach did a little somersault. This was the profile he had desperately wanted to like him back. Everything this guy had said had either moved Link or made him laugh out loud. Also, his screen name was hilarious. Link wished he’d gone more cutesy and sexy with his own.

BlueEyes78: Hi! Yeah, was just about to go to sleep.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh! So, you’re in bed then. Sounds good. ;)

Link couldn’t help but blush. It was stupid but, suddenly, he felt like a teenager again. How the heck did one flirt with a guy? Link knew the answer was just like you did with a woman but he still felt unsure.

BlueEyes78: Yep, it’s pretty lonely here.

Link sent the message and immediately felt stupid. That was such an obvious answer. He was a writer, goddamn it. He could do better, right?

PaddleBoardMe: Want me to keep you company? 

BlueEyes78: That sounds nice. What do you want to talk about?

Link sighed. That wasn’t any better. Maybe he needed to just forget about this whole thing.

PaddleBoardMe: Early morning tomorrow. Been a real stressful week.

Link eyed the message for a while. Was he trying to talk about it or was this a hint? Link gnawed on his lip and made a decision. Mr. PaddleBoard had chosen the hook-up option as well so Link hoped he wasn’t too far off with his reply.

BlueEyes78: Wanna let out some steam?

PaddleBoardMe: Yes, please. ;) Wanna tell me what you’re wearing?

Link sighed with relief. He wasn’t even sure why he was so worried about upsetting this guy. He didn’t even know him yet. But his profile had really caught Link’s eye and maybe even a tiny bit of his heart. Not that he would confess that to anyone, let alone himself.

BlueEyes78: Just some black boxer briefs. In bed, remember?

PaddleBoardMe: Mmh, sounds perfect. Wanna get hard in them for me?

Link swallowed and shifted on the bed. His boxers were filling up surprisingly quickly. He let his palm rest on his semi and squeezed lightly. His eyes drifted closed for a moment and he hummed from the pleasure.

BlueEyes78: Kinda already am.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh, you’re a needy little thing. Or maybe not that little?

BlueEyes78: I’ve been called big. I wouldn’t really know.

Link froze. Why the hell did he send that? It took a while for Mr. PaddleBoard to answer.

PaddleBoardMe: What do you mean?

BlueEyes78: Nothing. Just forget about it.  

PaddleBoardMe: Kinda sounds like you might be inexperienced.

Link sighed and cursed. He felt like an idiot. He stared at the screen for a bit and then a little smirk crept on his face. Maybe this could still be salvaged.

BlueEyes78: Would that turn you on?

PaddleBoardMe: Hell yeah, baby.

Link cheered silently. He could work with this. It was the truth anyway.

BlueEyes78: I’ve never done this before. Not online, not in real life.

PaddleBoardMe: A virgin! Lovely. I’d be honored to pop your online cherry.

BlueEyes78: You sure? I don’t really know what I’m doing…

PaddleBoardMe: That’s actually kinda hot. Like I’ll be the first guy to ever get you off. Thinking about that is making me all kinds of hard.

Link drew a deep breath. He was really gonna do this. And the guy seemed actually pretty sweet. He wiggled on the bed, leaning against the pillows to better position himself. His left hand drifted back on his cock.

BlueEyes78: You gonna touch yourself and think of me?

PaddleBoardMe: I definitely am. Tell me a bit about yourself, just so I can get a better visual. Are your eyes really blue?

BlueEyes78: Yep. Bright blue. I’m tall, fit enough (for my age lol), dark brown hair with some gray in it but I promise it’s very sexy.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh, fuck me, that’s exactly my type.

BlueEyes78: Yeah? Would you like that then? Me fucking you?

PaddleBoardMe: I’d love that. Thinking about that right now. I’m on all fours and you’re behind me. I can feel your cock press against my hole. Fuck, you’re so big. Not sure I can take it. But I really want to be good for you. Since it’s your first time.

Link read the message twice and, all of a sudden, he was breathing heavy and he was painfully hard. How did this guy do it? How did he, with just a few words, make Link feel like he was actually there? Link slipped his fingers under his waistband and tugged it down enough to release his cock. His hand immediately wrapped around it and started slowly stroking. He moaned out loud.  

BlueEyes78: That sounds amazing. I’m so hard right now. I wanna be inside of you.

PaddleBoardMe: I’m begging you to do it. I want you so bad my thighs are trembling. I’m arching my back, backing up against you. Please. Fuck me.

Link’s hand was a blur on his cock. He wanted so badly to be with this man; he didn’t care what he looked like. He was swept away by his words.

BlueEyes78: Okay, yeah, I’m inching in you now. Fuck, you’re so tight.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh, yeah. You feel so good, filling me up like that. Baby, fuck me hard. Make me feel that big cock. Make me yours.

BlueEyes78: You have no idea how hot this is for me. I’m so close already.

PaddleBoardMe: You’re so sexy. I want you to cum for me. Think about rawing into me while you do it. I’d let you do that. Just take me bareback. Wanna feel all of you.

BlueEyes78: Holy fuck. I want that. Wanna press my fingers into your hips when I pound into you. Wanna make you whimper with my cock. Want to make you plead for more.

PaddleBoardMe: You can leave bruises. I don’t care. Just need you fucking me into a wreck. I’m pleading. Cum into me. Fill me up.

Link groaned and changed his hand position. His head fell back thumping on the headboard and his wrist went on overdrive as he chased his orgasm with low whines and whimpers. His thigh muscles spasmed before his cock did. He came hard, an impressive amount of cum painting his torso all the way to his chest.

BlueEyes78: Fuck.

PaddleBoardMe: Did you u cum for me, baby?

BlueEyes78: Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard in my entire life.

Link was still slowly pumping his cock, enjoying the last shivers of pleasure. He felt exhausted.

PaddleBoardMe: I’m so happy to hear that.

BlueEyes78: Did you get there?

PaddleBoardMe: Oh, yeah. You took me so good. I came all over myself. Wanna see?

BlueEyes78: Okay.

Link’s stomach clenched deliciously. He hadn’t thought he was gonna get a picture tonight. It took a moment for it to load. When it did, Link devoured it hungrily with his eyes. It was of a man’s stomach and crotch. He was still holding onto his dick. He was still strikingly hard; the picture had to be taken right after he’d reached his orgasm. His stomach had an impressive spattering of cum on it. But that was not what made Link’s heart miss a beat. What got to him was the fact that he recognized that stomach. He’d seen it many times before. Time stopped.

PaddleBoardMe: Hey, where’d you go?

Link was staring at the photo, jaw hanging slack, hand still wrapped around his cock.

PaddleBoardMe: Everything okay?

It was Rhett’s stomach.