#bro is currently sleeping with his head against my pillow ;-;

[3-aem]

my baby

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. PLEASE READ AND LOOK UP DEFINITIONS OF WARNINGS FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION. HUGE TW FOR THIS CHAPTER. CSA (only mentioned, not described), angst, fluff, fighting, physical altercation, lying, and more.

A/N: This is long as fuck and have fun on this emotional rollercoaster lol this is barely proofread btw

With love and big tits, Rose

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P25: Too Soon?

A week. My mom would be gone on some work trip for an entire seven days.

I really don’t believe it. Part of me always thought she would lie about them being ‘work trips,’ but now I was sure. What kind of work trip didn’t have cell service?

She’s lying. I know she’s hiding something, I know deep down this probably isn’t the first time she’s done this before. But that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is that she that she left Byalen in charge to ‘watch’ me—like a fucking babysitter, since I couldn’t be trusted anymore because of the time she caught me coming home with Chris early in the morning.

Fucking hypocrite. 

Sure, I wasn’t telling the truth—but neither was she. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. 

Currently, I’m on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my phone rests on my stomach. Chris’ voice echoes through the device. We’ve been talking for hours. I really want to just go over and see him—see my boyfriend, but I can’t. Not while I’m being fucking babysat. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep over? You need to sleep.” Chris says.

God, the offer is tempting. All of me wants to say yes, walk over to his house, and cuddle up in his arms. But I can’t. I���ve slept like shit for the past three days and it keeps getting worse. I need him to hold me in order to feel okay, I wanna sleep in a house that feels like a home too. 

It’s not even just him. It’s Jimmy, it’s Matt, and hell—even Trevor. I love being around them, it makes everything feel so much easier. 

I huff, shaking my head against my pillow as I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m being fuckin babysat at 18 years old.” I remark. 

A wave of silence washes over for a minute. I can practically hear Chris thinking, the slight vibration of a curious hum sounding through the phone. My fingers callus over my lip, the slight graze of my nails making the muscle tingle in a way that mimics how Chris’ lips feel against my own.

Fuck. I miss that. 

It’s like he has something that I need and crave all the damn time, like he possesses some sort of energy that makes my body feel better—lighter, even. 

“Well…what if I came over there?” He offers. 

My eyebrows twist together. I lick over my lip, gnawing on the muscle as I think of his statement. 

“But…but what if we get caught?” I question. 

I could imagine it. Baylen would see Chris and all hell would break loose. 

I doubt he’d cover for me, he’d probably enthusiastically go telling my mom the second she walks back into the house. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh. “Has he really ever bothered to check in your room? I mean, even if he does, I’ll just hide in your closet or something.”

“That’s kinda gay, bro,” I joke, gnawing on my lip as I hear Chris let out a fit of chuckles that make my heart echo in my ears. 

I love being able to do that. Hearing him laugh—making him laugh, it all feels so pure. It honestly feels as intimate as him in between my legs, just in a different type of way. 

Either are addicting. It was hard to miss only one or the other, I craved both. 

I wanted to feel the euphoric relief from his touch. I wanted to laugh with him to the point where I couldn’t think of anything except how bad my stomach cramped from giggling. 

I wanted everything and all of it—I just want him. 

It’s only been a bit over a week since we made things official, but god—I could feel emotions building so rapidly, so much that they felt like they were consuming every corner of my mind.

Some of it made me sick. 

I never felt this way with Ryan, my ex. The butterflies were there, but not to this extent—not to the point where I caught myself trying to imagine he was holding me in order to fall asleep. 

“Do you want me to come over and not?” Chris remarks, pulling me back to reality as his voice echoes through my phone. 

I bite back a sore smile, humming in approval, “Yes please.” 

___

It feels good like this. Every inch of my body is content, my limbs melted in his hold as I let myself breathe in the fresh air from the cracked window in my bedroom.

His hand is combing through my hair. I hear him clear his throat, his chest rumbling as he begins to speak, “So, um…I…I’ve really missed you.” he says—again.

My lips tug into an unrelenting smile. We’ve been cuddling for hours and he’s repeated the same statement at least ten times. 

It should be annoying, but it’s not. It makes me feel warm—it makes me feel a part of the moment, like every wave of the breeze is infiltrating the pores on my skin to ground me with a profound amount of peace. 

“I missed you too.” I reply, scratching my nails over his chest as I let out another hum of contentment. His lips press against the crown of my head, a lingering kiss placed on my scalp as I feel his warm breath tickle into my hair. 

It’s dark now. We should be tired, but we’re not. A short nap had rendered us a bit sad since we wanted to watch the sunset together, but it was okay since now we got to watch the night sky illuminate with a crescent moon and thousands of stars varying in vibrance. 

I wonder who’s watching. Maybe my dad is one of those stars, maybe he gets to see me finally living after all these years without him. 

The gap of his presence still aches in my heart, but it’s not as exhausting. A tiny splinter of a gap still remains in the pumping muscle, but it seems to be soothed by the added layers of security from Chris’ arms around me. 

“What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Chris asks, combing through my hair. 

I crane my head to stare up at him, sparing a soft smile as I give a slight shrug of my shoulders. “I just…” my words float into the air, unfinished as I gulp the lump in my throat that seems to build with how his eyes are piercing into me. “-I really like this. I…really like you…being here with me. It’s just–” 

Chris leans down, pressing the tip of his nose against my own as he blinks, his eyes lashes fluttering against my own with a ticklish sensation that makes a soft sigh fall from my lips. 

“-good. I’m glad you like it because I love it. You don’t understand how much I missed holding you, really,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips in a way that makes my stomach swarm with warm butterflies. “-this makes me so, so, so fuckin’ happy—holding my girl, in my arms—”

“You’re never gonna stop saying that, huh?” I tease, biting on my lip as his eyes open and gleam into my own.              

Chris purses his lips, shrugging. “Nah. Getting to call you my girl?” he puffs, his eyes going with before he offers a playful smile, “-could never get old to me. Makes me feel all….” he wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling a gasp from my mouth as he pulls my chest plush against his, “-warm.” 

Ugh. He feels the same way I do—maybe even more so. 

I let myself bathe in his stare, the reassurance of his gaze making me feel like moonlight—calm, radiate, and important. Part of me doesn’t wanna speak at all, the fear of this exact moment ending making my heart pulse in my chest with a sharp sting. 

But it’s okay. 

It’s okay because I know there will always be more moments like this with him. It’s okay because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll ever let me feel anything less than cared for. 

Words linger on the tip of my tongue, words I know I shouldn’t say—not yet, at least.

But it’s true. I love him, I really, really do. I don’t know when the realization happened. Honestly, I think it might’ve been when we first met, like some sort of cautious feeling that was warning me of destiny. 

Chris licks over his lips, his smile fading into a serious look as he swallows thickly. “I…I know we haven’t been official for very long, but—I…I feel things for you, I feel so much it hurts,” he breaths. 

My breath halts in my chest, my ears ringing as my bones seem to vibrate inside my body. He feels it too. It’s like everything about us is connected, like everything is falling into place so effortlessly it feels like magic. 

“I…” The words fall flat on the tip of my tongue, my eyes glazing over with pure emotion as I let my eyes wander over his face.

It’s so comfortable. All I can hear is our hearts beating in sync, the way my entire soul is burning for me to say it—say everything. 

“I love you.”

My eyes widened in shock. The words had rambled off my tongue so rushed, the devotion hanging in the air with an accompanied echo of his own voice. 

“Oh.” 

Our words are still in sync. We both let out a small laugh, the giggles falling quiet as we just breath in each other’s presence. 

“I guess that wasn’t as scary as I was making it out to seem, huh?” he tuts. 

I shake my head, laughing under my breath as I shrug, “-I guess so.” 

___

Chris’ POV

I keep waking up. I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s like my body doesn’t want to sleep, even though I’m very comfortable, I just wanna look at her in my arms. 

The slight sound of crickets echoing with the cool night air makes me sigh. My eyes drift over to her nightstand, her empty water bottle catching my attention. She had jugged all of it and fell back asleep within an instant a while ago, waking up a bit later, disappointed to find the bottle empty. 

Maybe I should fill it for her.

Yeah.

Slowly sliding away, I wince hearing her let out a small whimper, reaching out for me as I stand up fully. Her eyes peek open. I pet over her shoulder, cooing, “-hey, go back to sleep—’m just gonna fill your water, okay?” 

She nods hazily, her eyes falling shut with a slight scowl printed on her face. 

God, she’s pretty.

My stomach flutters with warmth as I watch her bottom lip pout slightly, her arms reaching out and tugging the pillow that was beneath my head into her hold as she greedily takes a large breath.

Fuck.

She’s barely awake and she still wants me. 

With light steps, I carefully make my way out of her room, venturing through the halls in hopes of finding the kitchen. It doesn’t take long. I walk into the tiled room, the cold flooring against my feet making me miss the warmth of her touch. 

“Ugh,” I sigh, walking over to the sink and filling the bottle, trying to tilt the object to create as little noise as possible. 

My lips roll together, my mind racing with thoughts as I reminisce on earlier. I was so scared to tell her that I loved her, I was scared it was too soon, too much, or purely insane to feel so strongly when we only made things official a bit ago. 

But she said it at the same time, and somehow that was better than her saying it back. 

“Who the fuck?” 

My eyes go wide as I screw on the cap to the water bottle. I turn around, finding her brother with messy hair and sunken eyes staring at me with a scowl. 

Fuck. 

“Shit.” I mutter, squinting my eyes shut in hopes I’m just having a nightmare. 

But no. 

I open my eyes, he’s still there—closer. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he interrogates, his shoulders broadening as his nostrils flare with an angry huff. 

“I, uh,” I look towards the hallway, mentally cursing myself as I think of her getting in trouble because of me, “-I’m Chris. I’m…uh—”

I don’t get the chance to finish. Baylen’s eyes shift to the bottle in my hand, his tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as he shakes his head disappointedly. 

“What? Are you her boyfriend or something?” he asks, lips tugged into a straight line. 

Gulping, I nod. Surely me being her boyfriend is better than being a stranger breaking in, right?

“No.”

The fuck?

My brows furrow together at his statement. Baylen seems to analyze the confusion on my face, shrugging as he repeats the words with a more tense voice, “-I said no.” 

“What? No? Hate to break it to you, but that’s not really your decision.” I point. 

No wonder she can’t get along with him, he’s a prick. He barely acts like a brother, yet he’s trying to dictate our relationship? 

Fuck that. I’ve done more for her than he has with a fraction of the time. 

I mean, how hard is it to be there for his sister? 

After losing my mom and Nick, no matter how distant or hurt I was, I still hugged Matt when he needed it. I might’ve grown distant, but I never grew heartless.

Baylen couldn’t even suck it up to play video games with her. 

His face contorts with distaste. I let out an angry sigh, my eyes rolling while he let out a scoff. 

“She’s my sister. I’m the one who gets to look out for her, not some guy she’s known for what, a couple months?” he remarks, a slight snort echoing at the end of his sentence. 

His words seem to make my heart pummel against my chest with rage, the statement making my blood boil as I lick over my teeth. “Look out for her? You can’t even sit down and play a video game with her for more than five minutes. Just…” I shake my head, watching as his face shifts into shock before the fury in his eyes starts to become more intense, “-it’s whatever.” 

Baylen clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head, “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

My nose twitches, my eyes squint as my jaw becomes tight. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? 

“Oh, I have no idea what I’m talking about?” I huff, my brows lifting as I let out a dry laugh, “-no, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re an awful fucking brother, you have no say in anything when you’re treating her like…like a fucking dick.” 

His jaw clicks. Baylen stalks forward, his hands twisting in the collar of my shirt as he yanks me to the side, pushing me against the wall as his eyes glare into me, the anger radiating off of him making the ache in my head from the impact seem less apparent as I drop the water bottle and clutch onto his wrists, trying to yank him off of me. The loud clunk of the bottle hitting the ground makes me wince. I huff at his unrelenting grip, taking a heavy sigh as I try to calm the pulsing anger in my body. 

I can’t hit him. She cares about him—even if he hurts her, I know that would make her upset.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeats, his voice dangerously low as he pushes me harder against the wall.  

“You abandoned her when she needed you most. What kind of brother does that?” I spit, the emotions in my voice leaking with a bit of hypocrisy. 

I wasn’t always the best when it came to comforting Matt after my mom and Nick had died, but at least I came around. Someone had to knock some sense into me—that someone being my dad, but it didn’t seem like anyone was ever gonna set Baylen straight. 

“You—you don’t get it. Stop. Just—just shut up,” he yells, shoving me even harder as I feel the back of my head pulse. 

“I do. Just…ow, fuck—” I hiss, the pain becoming evidentally apparent as my skull aches, “-I lost some of my family. Someone had to knock some sense into me. She—she’s your sister, you both lost your dad, she’s hurting and—shit.” 

It fucking hurts. The back of my head is pulsing, an echoing pain bursting through my forehead as I try to move, only to have him shove me harder. 

“I didn’t lose anyone. You…you don’t understand.” 

My eyes peak open, curiosity accompanied by pain as I hear a slight crack in his voice. His face drops with sadness, the anger fleeting into some sort of sullen emotion as he swallows thickly. 

“You…you don’t understand. That man—he’s not my father. He’s a sick excuse of a man that traumatized her and she doesn’t even fucking remember,” he spits. 

“I…what?” I breathe, my chest tightening as Baylen loosens his grip around the collar of my shirt, his lower lip wobbling. 

“I’m never supposed to tell her. I…I have to hear her mourn a man who would…who’s the reason she’d have to sneak into my room—he’s the reason she could never make it through the night without having an accident. Something was wrong—everything was wrong.” 

“What—what’re you saying?” I ask, my mouth falling open as I let my hands fall from his wrists. 

Baylen’s eyes sink with sadness, his cheek hollowing as he gulps. “She wasn’t potty trained for a long time. At first, I didn’t get it. But…but…he was touching her, her body was showing all the signs of sexual assault, but I was just a kid, I didn’t…I—by the time I understood what had happened, it—it was too late. Now I have to hear her mourn a man who is the reason I feel—he’s…he’s the reason I can’t comfort her, he’s the reason I can’t look at her,” he says, his head tilting as his face scrunches with pain;

“He’s the reason I hate myself—the reason I can’t let myself get close to her without seeing how much of a failure I am.” 

Oh.

[sluts4matt]

Hiiiii Ik you are not Latina but you write for latinas (which I’m so thankful for btw because I can’t find many Latina reader fics as a Latina) but I wanted to ask that if you are comfortable with it and you know anything about it if you could right a fic about Latina reader dating either Chris or Matt and her introducing them to stuff like pan dulce, tres leches cake, flan, Hispanic candy and big family parties just how they would react to all of it. Again this is only if you are comfortable with it I don’t want you to feel pressured to do it at all I just really love your work so I had to ask.🫶

TRADITION

pairing: matt sturniolo x mexican!reader

summary: family get togethers happened once every year, this year you were more than happy to bring your boyfriend to share your traditions with.

warnings: swearing, fluff, small argument between reader and their cousin, kinda suggestive in the beginning, i make a small joke about white people which could set a snowflake off so 🤷‍♀️.

word count: 2074

authors note: i can't tell if i like it or if i feel like i didn't do your request justice. i'd like to say that i've never had flan myself, but like everything else i mentioned i've eaten before. (twas not made by white people)

you and matt had been dating for basically a year now. and while obviously your parents, and close family knew matt, your tía’s and tíos did not. however, this month your tía cindy was hosting a family get together.

they typically happen one time each year, each family member hosting a year. last year, your parents hosted. "i think you should come with me to my family get together," you mutter to matt, running a hand through the boy's brown locks as he laid his face on your chest.

the two of you were currently cuddled up in your bed, the babadook playing on your tv. your phone was resting on your pillow next to your head, your phone going off because of the groupchat you were in with your cousins.

"that would be cool," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your chest. you could feel his eyes close against your skin, obviously meaning he was tired.

"i can introduce you to them as my boyfriend," you spoke quietly, almost as if you were trying not to scare him off, though a small smile was on your lips. though in reality you didn't know how you would. bro had seen you in all your naked glory, as well as seen you breakdown on many occasions.

there really was no scaring him away.

matt pulled his face from your chest, propping himself up on his elbows. the chain he wore dangling in front of your face as his blue eyes stared into your brown ones. "yeah?" he said, a teasing tone in his voice as he tilted his head.

you could feel your face heat up as you rolled your eyes, lightly pushing his face away. "don't tease me, asshat." you pout, looking away from the boy above you.

matt laughed, moving his face back down to press kisses to the top of your breast, before peppering kisses to the valley of your breasts and up to your neck. "i love you," he whispered, pecking your lips before pulling back, sitting back on his heels.

"so when is the gathering?" you snort at his response, "we're not witches matthew, this isn't a coven." you roll your eyes playfully. "mm, could be," he tilts his head.

"it's in a few weeks," you mutter, sitting up and grabbing your phone. you unlock your phone and click on the group chat, seeing what was going on. you rolled your eyes at the chaos that were your cousins.

"fun," he mumbles. "now lay back down," he states, pushing you back down. you look up at him and raise a brow. matt gives a small smile and grabs the blanket, resuming his previous position, pulling the blanket over your bodies.

he pressed small kisses to the spots his lips could reach on your boobs.

"you're such a horny bitch," you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. matt hums and shakes his head, "i am not, i'm just affectionate." he mutters, looking up at you.

"mm, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe." you tease. matt nips at your skin and shakes his head.

the two of you walked hand in hand into your tías house. the foyer was big, decorated with art, that quite frankly you couldn't exactly say where she had gotten the pieces from.

"dios mío, mira cuánto has crecido desde él año," cindy gushes, walking towards you. she incapsulates you in her arms, giving you a good squeeze. "tía, esté es matt," you introduce the confused looking boy. "i've heard so much about you matthew," your tía speaks, her mexican accent thick.

she pulls the boy in for a hug, "so glad you could join us this year." before you knew it, she was dragging him towards the snacks. there had been an assortment of candies, as well as salty snacks. next to it was a drink table, which held different types of liquor for the adults, as well as juices and jarritos for the kids.

you were greeted by other family members as you followed your stolen boyfriend through the people. "tell me matthew," you heard your tío marco say, making your eyes widen as you rush over.

"tío, hi, so happy to see you," you squeak, interrupting, knowing that your tio had a nick for scaring the people you dated away, either that or embarrassing you.

"i was just saying that your boyfriend looks like a real gentleman," he says, slinging an arm around the boys shoulders. "he threaten you?" you ask, looking at matt. this earns a scoff, "now, would a sweet, loving tio do something like that?" he tsks.

he looks over at matt, "tell me son, would i do something like that?" he says, squeezing matt's shoulders. the boys eyes widened slightly, "u-um, no, no sir," he says.

you give your tío a glare. he simply smiles and claps matt on the back, "excellent, glad we're on the same page. now, tell me about yourself." "i'm a youtuber-" matt starts, but gets cut off by your younger cousin who had just walked up the table. "a youtuber?" she squealed with excitement, "no wonder you're so pretty."

"back off kid, this ones mine," you mumble at the ten-year-old, wrapping your arm around matt's waist.

"okay, okay, no need to get territorial," your tía says, pushing her daughter away, "now, matt, let's get you a drink." "i don't drink, i'm sober," he says quietly. she winks at the boy, tapping her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "i like you, that was a test, you passed," she stated, grabbing a jarritos. "have a jarritos."

"and for my favorite sobrina," she stated, pouring tequila into two shot glasses. "don't tell your mom about this," she says, handing you one. you took it with a grateful smile, "cheers to you having a good guy by your side for once," she laughed at the last part. the two of you clinked your shot cups together, throwing them back.

the alcohol burned going down, causing you to make a face. "you okay?" matt asks, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. "woah," you shake your head. "mhm, fine," you hum, answering him.

everyone was seated at the table, the children sitting at the kids table. a bowl of pozole sat in front of everybody, as well as a big plate with some elote on it. "what it this?" matt whispers, ducking his head down to talk to you quietly.

"soup," you say, "tía sofia will you pass me a few limes," you ask. she nods her head, passing the small bowl over for you to grab a few. "look," you tell matt, "like this."

you squeeze the lime into the dish, "or you could just put it on top if you want," you shrug. you stir it around, adding some lettuce and onion to yours. "it's not authentic if you leave out the beats," you cousin miles whispers to matt. "literally shut up, like who asked you?" you mumble quietly, not looking to cause a scene over something as stupid as the way you like your pozole.

"here, let's try a little," you tell him, holding a spoon up to his mouth. he opens his mouth and lets you feed him. his eyes boring into yours as you do, he hums when his mouth closes around the utensil.

you pull the spoon away from his mouth and place it down, "how is it?" you ask, grabbing a piece of elote. "elote will never not be good," you state, "pass me the tajin miles."

the black-haired boy complies, sliding the bottle over to you, the plastic clanging with your glass. "thank you." you open the container and sprinkle the seasoning over the cob.

"isn't that a bit much?" matt says, tilting his head. "white people," you mutter, shaking your head as you take a bite of the corn. "no, it's never a bit much," you say, licking the tajin from your fingers.

you look up and see the eyes of your cousin miles staring at you, "what?" you say, glaring at the boy. "you're mean to him, wonder how you've kept him so long." he was obviously trying to get under your skin, it was what miles did. it was like he lived to be able to piss you off whenever he saw you.

"oh yeah, you're the fucking expert in relationships," you say, rolling your eyes. "because you haven't been able to keep somebody for more then five months," you add, looking back down to the table.

"i'm not the one who cheated on her last boyfriend," he says, crossing his arms. "miles," your aunt warns, "not here." "literally a bullshit lie and you know it," you state, getting up, walking inside to the bathroom.

matt quickly followed, leaving behind a table of people that were shocked. he walked in, closing the door behind him, and locked it.

you stood at the sink, gripping the edge as tears filled your eyes. his arms were wrapped around you, "it's not true," you mumble shakily, "i-i didn't," you hiccup. matt shushed you, pulling you closer to him.

"i don't really care if you did," he shrugs, though he knows there would have been a tad bit of fear that it could happen to him. "you didn't," he says, "but even if you did, i don't care. because you're mine, and i love you." he turns you around, cupping your cheeks.

"let's get you cleaned up," he says, using his sleeve to wipe the tears off of your face. you lean into his touch, and nod. "is it normally like this?" he asks, pressing kisses into your hair.

"miles will do or say whatever it takes to get under my skin," you mumble, "he's an immature little boy who doesn't care who's relationships he hurts," you scoff.

matt hums, and holds you close.

"i don't deserve you," you mumble, shaking your head, "i'm a mess." "then i will gladly be a mess with you so we can do it together," he mutters. "let's go back," he says, and unlocks the door.

as soon as he did, your cousin was standing there. "tía wants me to apoligiz-" "save it," you cut him off, holding a hand to his face. you and matt walk back to the table; pan dulce, flan, and tres leches cake gathered in the center of the table.

"here," your tía hands matt a piece of pan dulce. "thanks," he says, smiling at the older woman. he took the sweetened bread from her hands, tearing it in half before handing you one side. he takes a small bite, melting into his chair. "good?" you giggle, glad that most of the family was having their own conversations.

"magical," he hums, "then taste, tres leches," you state, grabbing a small plate with a slice. "tres leches is the only birthday cake i allow," you say, a smile on your face as his eyes light up. "why does this taste better then actual cake?" "because it is," you and your tía selena state at the same time.

matt nods his head and eats his dessert, looking around at all the people. his blue eyes landing on a picture that was hung on the wall. it was a photo of your abuela, the woman who raised your mom. you followed his eyes, "she was an amazing woman," you state, nodding your head.

“she would have loved you if she had the chance to meet you,” you mumble, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

he looks over at you and smiles, grabbing a piece of flan. he puts the spoon in his mouth and hums, looking at you with wide eyes. "what is this? how did i never know this existed?" "because you never dated a bad ass latina bitch before me," you giggle.

"that's a good point," he shrugs. "and yes, flan is the shit," you laugh, "i love me some caramelized milk." matt's brows furrowed, "milk?" you hum, "milk, sugar, and eggs," you nod.

matt nodded his head and looked back at the dessert. he scooped some more and ate it. by the end of the night, mostly everyone was telling matt what a great guy he was, telling him they'd hope to see him at my cousin delorese quinceañera.

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[jusmango-shake]

Hey

You wrote a great chapter - 12!Raph x calm!Reader , I can ask you to continue it when Raph starts trying to attract the reader

🥭: No problemo!

12!Raph x calm!Reader (pt. 2) (pt. 1)

Fictype: Normal

Mood: Fluff

Warnings: cussing

🥭:I forgot to save my last draft, now I gotta write it all over again. Oopsie X3

Raph shifted tirelessly in bed, unable to sleep.

Ever since that day, with a new sense of hope. Raph tried his best to serenade you, it proved frustrating though after the twelfth time his brothers walked in.

He tried training harder to get your attention, only to get distracted and get his ass kicked.

Raph rubbed the sore spot on his head, groaning in pain as he attempted to soothe the bruise. Master Splinter sighed from the chair he was currently sat at.

He stood up and turned to look at you. as he met your eyes, he found you already staring at him with a hint of pity in your eyes.

Raph felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and partially shame.

You briefly left the room to go get him an ice pack. When you came back he found himself unable to look in your eyes, flushing a deeper shade of pink as he felt you gingerly place the ice pack on the forming bruise.

He rubbed the now healed spot on the top of his head when he recalled another time he tried impressing you by challenging his brothers to an arm wrestling contest, only for you to join and beat him yourself. Man you were stronger than you looked

The sound of a fist banging on the table rang loudly throughout the room, heavy panting signifying Raph's victory, he had won in the arm wrestling contest.

He wore a smug grin as he looked in your direction. he watched as you made your way towards the table, taking a seat in the opposing chair.

The feeling of his victory quickly fading. A look of confusion replacing the once smug smile on his face. he watched as you lifted your arm up onto the table, propping your open hand up using your elbow.

It was then he realised your intentions.

You intended to challenge him.

“mind if I join?”

"Nah, go for it."

He would hold back, of course. But Before Raph even registered that the game had started, his hand was already pressed against the table.

Silence filled the room, everyone's gaze flickering from your hand to Raph's hands laying on the table.

Mikey started laughing, poking at Raph's cheek as he teased him about losing so easily.

"Man! I didn't expect you to-" Mikey once again burst out laughing, "—losE so easily!"

Mikey wiped a tear from his eyes, it seemed like the others were holding back laughter too.

He looked back at you, a sheepish expression on your face. He flushed red and quickly stormed out of the room.

The others watched as Raph practically had steam coming out from the side of his head, marching over to his room.

Raph held a pillow over his face, groaning into it as he brainstormed more ideas. He took the pillow off of his face, staring blankly up at the ceiling, he sighs.

He really didn't want to resort to asking his brothers for advice, but, desperate times call for desperate measures.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Raph walked over to the living room, scanning the area for any signs of you. Once the coast was clear, he made his way towards his brothers.

"Yo!" Mikey took a bite of his pizza, "mornin' dude." Waving at Raph with his free hand.

"Morning Raph."

Donnie just simply waved his hand, too busy tinkering with something on the couch.

"I need to ask you guys something." He cut to the chase.

Leonardo paused the show they were currently watching, all three of them looking at him.

"I need.. Fuck— how do I explain this?"

Mikey got off the couch, walking over to Raph before patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't sweat it broski, if you need advice on how to ask out [Name], we gotchu bro." He beamed at Raph.

Raph looked at Mikey confused. He then looked at the others confused, only for them to shrug.

"It's pretty obvious you have a crush on them man. Donatello and April obvious." Donnie groaned.

"It doesn't answer my question though, how do I ask out [Name]?" Raph huffed.

"Just be yourself." Donnie piped up.

"Are you sure that'll work D? I mean.. Raph is Raph. No offense." Mikey gestured at Raph.

Raph growled at Mikey.

"No, really. According to studies, if you just be yourself you have a much higher cha—"

"I think what Donnie means is, just tell them." Leo interjected.

Raph sighed, 'i guess I'll try it.' he thought.

"If you need help giving her a gift, I'm the man to call." Mikey patted Raph's back.

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Raph stood at the doors of your balcony, in the end, even Casey and April helped him.

He looked at his reflection, they forced him to wear a suit. His gaze flicked over to the bouquet he bought for you, he got them specifically because they were your favourite flowers.

He held his breath as he knocked on the sliding glass doors, awkwardly waiting for you to open. He perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from the other side.

His heart skipped a beat when you finally opened it, already smiling due to him usually coming over. Your eyes widened slightly as they landed on the bouquet, he could faintly see a blush on your cheeks in the soft moon light.

“Wh—” you looked in his eyes.

"I uh- thought I'd get you a gift. It was April's idea." He swallowed his saliva, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. Extending the one with the bouquet over to you.

The shocked look on your face faded into a soft smile, not the one you usually wore around his brothers. The smile you only had for him.

"I was wondering if- you'd.. like to be more than friends?" His heartbeat rang loudly in his chest, if it wasn't for the darkness of the night, he was sure you'd see the redness of his face. Maybe you already noticed it, always calm and collected.

Before he could get any wrong ideas, you walked over to him. kissing him softly on the cheek.

“I'd like that.”

[mangoposts]

Let the light in

C.S

The light shining in from the sun through the slight gap in Chris’ blackout curtains falls directly atop of my closed eyelids, i lift my head up from his comfortable pillow to turn my body around and face the darker, less blinding side of the room when i feel my body being slightly pinned down to stay in my current position, thanks to Chris’ body weight being almost directly on top of mine. With laying on my stomach, it seems Chris took advantage of my position sometime during the night since his head was laying on my shoulder blade and his right arm was swung limply on top of my back with his other arm being wedged beneath my rib and the bed. I’d even felt his leg curled up on top of my own. Once again, completely trapping me into this position. Chris had always taken comfort in wrapping our limbs together and being as close as humanly possible every night before bed and struggled with sleeping alone without it, so this wasn’t a rare occurrence in our routine.

I let out a groan softly as I can’t even move my head from the light poking me in the eyes since Chris’ head was laying too close to mine and I didn’t want to disturb him, i gave up before even trying and pressed my face further into the plush material of his pillow, blocking the sun by burying myself which seemed to have worked great seeing as it resulted in me falling back to sleep for awhile. that is, until i woke up a second time with the need to pee. Groaning even louder this time since Chris has kept his comfort in the same position even after i’d fallen asleep for another hour. My back was beginning to cramp and my bladder was about to explode if i didn’t roll over onto my back at the very next second.

“Chris,” I grumble, my voice coming out softer than i’d wanted it to be since i’d only woken up seconds ago. So i repeat myself louder this time and attempt to move my body as much as possible.

“Bro, please. Move” I realize that I’m talking to myself at this point and slightly whine as my need to pee only grows. With Chris head laying on me, and his arms and legs wrapped around my body, I realize there’s no gentle way of wiggling out from under his body weight. So i grab the wrist of his hand laying over me and drop it once it’s off my back, and i go to lift my upper body up causing Chris’ head to fall back onto his pillows. To my surprise, he doesn’t wake up abruptly but rather slowly as his eyes flutter open and he immediately squints them again noticing the sunlight shining through. I untangle myself further and make my way into his bathroom, sighing deeply in relief once i realize i could pee in peace.

When i return, Chris is in his same position just with his phone in hand and i sit next to him with my back against the headboard while he lays down.

He puts his phone down next to him upon noticing my arrival and lays his head onto my thigh, once again wrapping his arms under and over my leg as he snuggles into my lap like a body pillow. Closing his eyes once again and falling back to sleep without a single word.

I sigh again, knowing i’m back in the same position i was in before. Not wanting to disturb him again I let my hand find it’s way into his messy hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp as soft snores pass his lips. I smile looking down at him. My hair is now knotted from him constantly laying in it and my back is severely broken but, at least I don’t have to pee anymore.

“Sleep well baby.”

[slowd1ving]

[REVISED: THE CONCEPT OF FRIENDSHIP] SNIPPET.・゜DAN HENG NSFW

this one's a lot freakier tbh bro my mind's rotting from thinking about him all day everyday how would yall feel about some blade writing

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

DRINKER OF THE MOON, DEVOURER OF DREAMS MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

There’s that strong, bubbling shame that lays heavy in his chest; however, the tightness in his lower abdomen is catalysing its destruction. It doesn’t help that he’s losing himself in the warm scent of you, and the shortness of breath that comes with covering one’s mouth and nose in thick fabric. No, it definitely helps. Shame aside, he somehow hasn’t crossed the precipice of perversion; the hand that isn’t lodged firmly against the material is merely resting atop his bare torso. 

He can’t bring himself to trail his fingers lower. 

It’ll help with sleeping, he rationalises once more. His head is heavy, and his self-control is slowly slipping as he keeps breathing you in. 

What would he say? If you saw him—face flushed, nuzzled into your clothing; chest bared with hardened nipples from both his arousal and the stream of cool air; sweatpants tight across his hips—what would you do? Would you leave in disgust (eyes trailing briefly across the body of what can only be called a pervert)? Would you curse him out in that rough voice of yours (then never speak to him ever again)?

Would you help him out?

The very thought of it makes his pulse bloom vibrant in his head—desperate to be heard, desperate to rip through his skull. It is also a sobering notion. 

He turns his body until he’s flat on his stomach with his face buried in the sweater currently draped over his pillow. The action is meant to rob his breath and calm his racing thoughts, but this really isn’t his lucky day. 

“Mmh,” he whines into the fabric when the pressure of his weight exerts itself right on his crotch. It was an accident, he later swears, but he can’t bring himself to move from this position. His mind is growing numb—not in the way he wants it to—but something so carnally perverse it brings an even greater flush to his face. 

Despite the futility of the gesture, he can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut in one last desperate bid for sleep. In his mind, he’s begging for slumber without having to resort to that. However, it’s fruitless: pointless in every sense of the word. Him attempting to relax even further just makes the warm sheets brush against his naked chest—and with his eyes closed, it feels more like hands gently cupping around the area. 

He gives up. 

He feels so much shame that he’s delirious on it as he grinds against the thick material of the futon. Dan Heng knows he shouldn’t be doing this—rutting himself against his bed desperately while his teeth leave small marks in your sweater—but the irrational part of his mind has long taken over. 

[six-eyed-samurai]

I succumbed to temptation and wrote a lil something for our Geto Junior and big bro Suguru-nii once more...

"Hey, Satoru, can I ask a question?"

"Make it quick, I'm grinding right now." Gojo's fingers smacked the phone so hard and so many times it was a miracle it hadn't broken... but seeing how rich he was he'd probably replace it within a day with a newer, better model. "SHOO, TJ UNDERSCORE 010, THAT WAS MY KILL!"

Geto pinches the bridge of his nose. "Does my hair really look that weird?"

"HAR?!"

Gojo actually slams down his phone. Geto breathes a sigh of relief; it can't be that bad if Gojo is stunned he's asking the question, right? Maybe those bangs weren't as bad of a decision as he had thought yesterday.

"HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Never mind.

Geto threw a cushion off the couch at him, ears reddening against his will. "Stop laughing! What's wrong with them, boke?"

"Everything! Shoko told me not to say anything because it'd be embarrassing if you thought they were cool, but if you're asking...ha! Hahahaha! Who told you they were ugly?" Gojo pounded his fist on the floor, writing around like a gasping fish full of mirth.

"Mhm..."

***

The day before..:

"AAAAH! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Your house?" Geto self-consciously reaches a hand to his hair. What on earth had gotten into his brother, digging his head under the pillow and yelling blue murder? Granted, kids at this age of not yet double digits were kinda...yeah, but he'd never seen him act this way before, throwing a literal fit the moment he opened the door. "Are you - are you mad at me for going out without you or something? I already told you I was just going to the salon, you would've been bored, and I thought that show you were watching only airs at 2."

The younger kid's mouth fell open and hung there, suspicion and terror immediately creeping into his widened eyes. "How do you know all that, you imposter! You must've been spying on Suguru-nii! Stop pretending to be him!"

Is he seriously continuing the spy game from this morning?

Geto plopped himself down next to him on the couch, throwing off the pillow and grabbing his legs before his idiot brother could roll off and away; he clapped a hand over his mouth, causing the boy to cease his accusing mumbles of trying to take the "real Suguru-nii's place". If eye rolling was a sport Geto would've won gold, silver and bronze.

"First off, I'm not an imposter, and second, stop squirming around. And don't you lick my hand."

"It was one time! When I was five!" His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wait, how do you know that? I'm calling my mom, you fake Suguru!"

Geto actually slapped a hand to his forehead. "Because I AM the real Suguru, idiot!"

"Huh? But the real Suguru wouldn't have gotten such ugly bangs!" The kid wailed in reply.

"..." Unbelievabe. Geto could hear his pride, dignity and all self confidence shattering into a million pieces. "Say that again, you little punk."

"It's true! Suguru-nii is super cool! He wouldn't get this kinda haircut on purpose!" He gasped, nearly falling off Suguru's legs, where he was currently being held hostage. "Someone must have - uh - uh - mailed black him!"

"Blackmail? No, what - what - I got this haircut myself?" Geto groaned loudly, letting his head fall back and tilt towards the ceiling. "How can it be so bad you think I'm an imposter?!"

"It is! And the only way to prove you're the real Suguru is...tell me something only the real Suguru will know!" This kid and his demands...

Geto pretended to think hard, tapping his free hand that wasn't locking his brother in place on his chin. "Well, let's see, remember that time you told everyone you were a big kid and you could sleep without a mattress protector now? And that night you immediately wet the bed even though I told you to go use the bathroom before sleeping? And you made me promise not to tell mom and dad?"

"And it was all because you thought there was a cockroach in your room?" Geto continued, smirking at his brother's crestfallen expression. He began to secretly inch his fingers closer towards his side, preparing for an attack. "Then the next few nights you kept barging into mine to sleep because you were too scared to be alone?"

He gasped. "No, I didn't! I only slept in your room because you took my- HAHAHAHA, STOP! STOP, PLEASE!"

"Never."

Geto couldn't help but chuckle as he went on flattening his baby brother into a pancake on the sofa, digging tickling fingers into all his weak spots and stirring up a racket shrill enough to annoy the neighbours. His brother's writhing and futile attempts to get away were all literally quashed by Geto's irritatingly long limbs.

"STOP! ST-ST-STOP, I'M BE-GI-GIN-GING YOU! O - O - OKAY, OKAY, YOU'RE THE REAL SUGURU! BECAUSE ON - ONLY - ONLY SUGURU-NII IS THIS MEAN TO ME!"

"I'm hurt," Geto whined, finally lifting himself off his squealing younger brother. "Just because my hair's ugly, why wouldn't I be the real Suguru?"

His brother scrunches up his nose in thought, trying to come up with ways to appease Geto and avoid another tickle attack. "Hmmm...you do sound like him and act like him, so you are Suguru! My bad!"

"Dummy." Geto fondly pulls at the kid's own hair. "You gotta stop playing Among Us."

***

"You do sound like him and act like him, so you are Suguru!"

But whoever was using his body wasn't Suguru. Not for the first time he wondered if this was the wisest of decisions, aligning himself with that... entity, despite his desperate sisters Mimi-chan and Nana-chan's attempts to stop him, bring him back, pleading there was a better way to avenge Geto. Regretfully he had to go as far as to disappearing without a trace or a word to Jujutsu High, where they'd have no way to find him.

It was all for a good cause.

A very good, good cause.

To kill Gojo Satoru.

A thought crosses his mind as he fakes a smile at Fushiguro and Itadori, coughing out a fairly convincing boisterous laugh. Kind of ironic now I'm the one playing imposter as well.

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; night owl reader

cw; none

note; me fr ⤵

There you laid, eyes completely glued to your device on the bed that currently held two. You were on your side-scrolling away even letting out a few faint laughs trying not to be so loud,, you didn't wanna wake up Kyle. But Kyle was already well awake he was facing you, his back touching the cold wall.

His hair was in a frizz, eyes droopy, and slightly annoyed. He stared at your screen trying to see what your deal was with laughing so late.

He blinked slowly, unable to actually focus on the glowy screen due to his fatigued current state. He made a faint sigh going to tap your shoulder.

"Y/n." He mumbled, lazily brushing his finger against your shirt. At first you didn't even feel nor hear his soft voice from behind but it was when he reached over your shoulder to take your phone you began to realize he was trying to get your attention.

Kyle turned off your phone, setting it underneath his pillow.

"Hey! What the hell?" You cried out

He crashes usually at 9.

It is currently 4:40 am.

He has to flip sides on the bed to avoid the blue glowing screen that was hitting his closed weary eyes.

He BEGS you to sleep, even reaching to take your phone and set it on his nightstand.

"Y/n please I beg, got to bed."

"I'm not tired"

"Well I am, no more phone. SLEEP"

He flipped over in his spot and slowly closed his eyes with a content smile now he was finally getting the sleep he needed.

Well for a second he thought.

"Have you ever noticed your ceiling is gray.."

"Alright you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

Bro does NOT play when it comes to sleep.

At school when his mom dropped you both off you could just FEEL that fatigue hit you in the face like a brick, your eyes all heavy and your vision getting blurry.

Kyle noticed you shift side to side slightly when walking to the cafeteria. He briefly let out a sigh taking your hand with his.

"I told you to sleep."

"Mm shutup.."

He quite literally rolled his eyes and shook his head.

sassy boy

You sometimes crash out on the table with your head down everyone thinks you are sad or something happened but Kyle just reassures that you were stupid and decided not to sleep.

Rubs your back though at least from feeling bad BUT he DID tell you to sleep

Kenny asks some questionable things sometimes, he knows you go over to Kyle's house

And you guys ARE dating..

Sooooooooo..

You know

🧍🏾‍♀️

"You know you look rough too Kyle, did you two fu-"

"No Kenny we didn't have intercourse, please shut up."

You picked up your head ready to spread some silly lies "Well there was actually this one time–"

"WE NEVER HAD SEX"

HELPP

You half asleep, like to tease him like that then immediately fall back asleep.

All day at school he tires to keep you awake in the classes he has with you in other's you just give up and nap.

When school ends and you go over to his house (again)

Idk how Shelia is allowing this forever sleepover but

He finds some melatonin gummies and gives them to you as a sweet 'treat'

Which I mean they are, they r sooo good guys🤤

He's all nice about it to he's like

"Here I found some candy for you babe." ☺️

"Oh yay, ty ky." :3

He watches you chew down the gummies with an evil smirk rubbing his hands together and shi

I'm just kidding but that is kinda funny to think about

By roughly 10 those shits start to kick and you have no idea why you're suddenly so sleepy, you yawn feeling some tears sting your eyes.

"I'm so sleepy.." You put your phone down and turn your head over to Kyle.

He has a wide smile spread on his face already in a comfortable position on his bed next to you.

You squint at him for acting so suspicious, "what did you do.."

"nothing, what ever do you mean sweetheart?" He cooed.

You continued to squint at him in uncertainty, feeling your system shut down so fast my god why were you so tried?

"They are kicking in aren't they?"

"excuse me what"

"Nevermind, come to Kyle nowww." Kyle opened his arms so he could bring you in a close embrace.

"...Those GUMMIES-"

"Shhh it's okay now, it's time for bedd."

"You ASSHOLE-" you kicked and squirmed around as he pulled you in, he gently landed a kiss on your cheek with a sweet smile then closed his eyes.

You stared up at the ceiling in defeat, your eyes closing on their own you tried desperately to keep awake but you ate so much of those things it was really hard.

Kyle's chin was rested ontop of your head with his hands around you waiting patiently for your rest.

You sighed, giving in. You slowly flipped over and gripped his black t shirt.

"Okay I'll sleep." You mumbled.

He smiled, hugging you slightly more.

"night night." (*^‿^*)

"night.."

[ravenwriter16]

Ok so 2 things for when I'm sleepy

For 1 when I get to a certain part of sleepyness I get rlly tired and all I wanna do is lay down and sleep but I'm too tired to move and get up and get ready for bed so I just sit there suffering

SO BASICALLY-

*getting to end of dinner*

Moon: Star? Are you alright?

Me: *sitting there staring at my mostly eaten plate, just with very heavy eyes. Slowly slumps in my chair and jus..zones out in suffering too tired to say I'm tired and wanna go to bed but wants sleep*

Eclipse and Sun: *Stares in concerned dad*

~~~

Then I also get to another stage of sleepyness when everything is funny

Separate scenario-

Moon: *Carrying me into my room*

Me: *remembers a funny meme or smth funny and just starts giggling uncontrollably*

Moon: *sighs* help me. Plz send help.

Sun and Eclipse: *helping Moon tuck me in*

Sun: what's so funny?

Me: *wheezing and giggling while trying to get out words but failing miserably, sounding like I'm talking gibberish or an undiscovered language*

Also me: *yawns and closes my eyes*

Moon: bro finally-

Me: *remembers another funny meme*

. . ..

Me: WHEEEZEEE AND STARTS GIGGLING LIKE A MANIAC

Moon: OH COME ON-

Suffer. >:3

Also sometimes when I wheeze my breathing gets stuck and I can't breath until I pinch my arm or hit myself in the stomach and I think it'd be rlly funny to scare them

Jus-

Me: *stops breathing and like oh snap-*

The dads: *starts panicking*

Me: *hits myself in the stomach*

Me: I'm all good dw! :p👍

Them: *recovering from a heart attack* ....

(why is scaring them sm fun. I am conflicted between wanting to be a good child and wanting to channel my inner chaotic gremlin yn. Help-)

Actually currently in the sleepyness phase no.1 so but Imma try to get up and go to bed

BUT HEY AT LEAST IM GOING TO BED AT 11 SO DATS GOOD! :p👍

U CAN ADD RP ONTO THE SCENARIOS BTW

*forces myself up and waddles over to blanket and pillow pile and jus burrows in there.*

I am home once more yayyyy comfyyyy -w- yey

"Starlight is finally in bed..." Moon softly closes the door to your room with a sigh.

Sun holds his chest in relief, "Thank the cosmos!"

Eclipse holds his chin, "Strange...she's never had this before...Maybe we should push up her physical."

"Something to do on a later date." Moon yawns, "You two head on to bed, I want to stay here a bit longer just to make sure."

Sun nods and pulls the mage into a soft kiss. "Don't take too long."

"Indeed." Eclipse follows, kissing the top of Moon's head, "We miss you terribly whenever you stay out late like this."

"I promise to be in bed soon." Moon cradles both their cheeks.

Sun and Eclipse give him one last kiss before the larger Automatron scoops the knight off his feet and starts off down the hall. Making Sun giggle and squeal by kissing his neck and some of his rays.

Moon rolls his eyes and chuckles. Then his gaze travels to your door. He walks over and leans against the wall next to the door. Closing his eyes as he tries to catch any sign of you being in trouble.

[mjonthetrack]

client

Chapter 79: Floor Model Feelings

The living room was a war zone of wealth and unbothered breakdowns.

Charaé Langford—Esq., baddest attorney in the Bay, and the woman currently worth ten mil cash post-trial—was KO’d on her living room floor, ass-up like a defeated toddler, cheek smashed into a furry throw pillow. Her silk Fenty robe was half-open, one bra strap dangling off her shoulder, nails perfectly intact despite her blackout spiral. A nearly finished second bottle of Don Julio rested beside her like a trusted emotional support bottle.

Martin was still playing on the TV, loud as hell, the scene mid-argument with Pam and Cole. Rae muttered something about “fuck yo mama” in her sleep and kicked her foot once. Her phone vibrated across the rug. She didn’t stir.

There was a faint glitter trail of glossed fingerprints across the hardwood floor like she’d crawled for hydration and gave up.

Across town:

Zilla hadn’t slept. The night was too loud.

Not outside. Inside.

His head was crowded with voices—hers, Messiah’s, even his own dumbass inner monologue screaming, “You fumbled, bruh.”

He stood in the twins’ kitchen, lean frame braced against the marble island. Shirtless, tattoos on display, chain swinging as he cracked open his fifth Corona of the night, eyes bloodshot from more than smoke.

Jey sat at the counter, scrolling through his phone, sipping water like he was waiting on the second act of a messy play.

Jacob was on FaceTime from his couch across the bridge. “She really told you she loved you and you stood there like somebody unplugged your charger?”

Zilla clenched his jaw. “I ain’t stand there. I was processing.”

Jimmy came in from the hallway, eyebrow raised. “You processed alright—processed that shit into heartbreak.”

Zilla ran a hand down his face. “Y’all not helping.”

“Nah,” Jacob muttered. “We not supposed to help. We supposed to remind you that you was in love and let your pride turn it into a hostage negotiation.”

Zilla didn’t answer. Just stared at the counter like it could unlock Rae’s heart with enough concentration.

Jey finally spoke. “She quiet now, you notice that?”

Zilla looked up. “What you mean?”

“She been real quiet since court. She smiling but her eyes not crinkling. She laughing but not really. And you? You been quiet too. Which means y’all both acting like y’all ain’t just spiritually fuck each other raw for two weeks.”

Zilla cracked his neck. “She left. She made that choice.”

Jimmy cut him a look. “And when she was sittin’ in your lap under her duvet, sayin’ ‘fill me’ like y’all was reading vows, she made that choice too.”

Zilla’s knuckles flexed against the Corona bottle. He was remembering that smile. The little pad of her thumb brushing sweat from his brow. The way she whispered his name like it was both a secret and a prayer.

Then he remembered her walking away.

Elevator door shutting in his face.

And worst—Garrett’s lips on hers like she ain’t been his.

Zilla didn’t speak again for a minute.

Then: “I’m goin’ over there.”

Jacob groaned. “Bro, it’s 3AM.”

“I don’t give a fuck. She left the key under the frog statue on her porch. She forgets she told me that drunk when she was barefoot in my shirt singing Fantasia.”

Jimmy opened his mouth to argue—but then shrugged. “Fair.”

Zilla tossed the empty bottle in the sink, grabbed his hoodie, slid into some Timbs like he was suiting up for war, and muttered, “I’m done playing with her.”

Back at Rae’s…

BAM.

The door opened with the quiet click of memory. He stepped inside like a goddamn shadow, breathing slow. It was dark—except for the flicker of Martin still playing on loop.

And there she was.

Rae.

Drunk. Unconscious. On the floor. Looking like a beautiful ass mess.

Her leg twitched. She smacked her lips once and muttered something about “dickhead Samoa,” then went still again. Zilla stood over her, arms folded, brows twitching with emotion he didn’t have language for.

He crouched down, gently pushed a curl off her cheek, and whispered low:

“Why the fuck you always gotta make this so hard, Rae?”

She didn’t answer.

Just snored.

Zilla exhaled through his nose, gently scooped her up off the floor like she was made of something softer than law degrees and lawsuits, and carried her to her couch. She mumbled something against his collarbone but didn’t wake.

He wrapped the throw around her, made sure she was comfortable, and then sat down on the floor beside her like a pitbull on guard duty.

He didn’t touch her again.

But he didn’t leave either.

Chapter 80: Jose Cuervo’s Revenge

Retch. Cough. Groan.

Zilla’s eyes snapped open at the sound—half dozing where he’d posted up like a pissed-off protector on her couch. The faint shuffle of bare feet on hardwood told him what was coming before he even heard it.

BAM!

The hallway bathroom door hit the wall, and the unmistakable sounds of drunken defeat echoed down the hall.

Huuuuuuurghh—

Zilla stood immediately. No hesitation. Man moved like someone just screamed "fire" in a baby nursery.

He jogged to the door, paused for half a second, and cracked it open.

There she was—Charaé Langford, legal barracuda, walking court win with a waistline—but right now? She was a whole nasty, groaning, miserable-ass human. Draped over the toilet like it owed her money, braid frizzed up from tossing and turning, face damp from sweat and tequila tears. Her robe barely clung to one shoulder, silk clinging to skin damp with regret.

Zilla stood there silently. She hadn’t even noticed him yet, too busy dry-heaving and sobbing to the porcelain gods.

“Fuck Don Julio. Fuck all them—Jose too. Bitch ass Spanish colonizers in a bottle.”

Zilla cleared his throat. “You good?”

Rae whipped her head around, eyes squinting blearily. “YOU.”

Zilla blinked. “Me.”

She pointed a trembling finger, face pale. “Why the fuck are you in my house?”

“You invited me here. Indirectly. Your floor called me.”

She groaned and waved her hand. “That ain’t funny. I feel like I’m dying.”

Zilla stepped in, snagged a washcloth from the counter, ran it under cool water, and dropped down beside her. “You look like it too.”

She cracked a smile even while trying to keep the world from spinning. “Your mama look like it.”

He chuckled and gently pressed the cold cloth to her neck. She winced, then sighed. Her shoulders finally dropped an inch from her ears.

“I threw up steak and dignity.”

Zilla smirked. “Yeah, dignity was the first thing to go.”

Rae didn’t laugh—just dropped her head against his bicep and sighed again. “I hate you.”

“I know.”

“You ruin everything.”

“I know.”

She looked up at him, eyes rimmed red. “But you stay.”

He met her gaze. “Always.”

Rae looked away quickly, muttering, “That’s not fair.”

“Nothing about this is,” he murmured. “But you still call me when it gets bad.”

“I didn’t call you. I pressure pointed you and left your ass folded like a lawn chair.”

“You did.” He nodded. “Still ended up here.”

Rae groaned again, flopped backwards until her spine hit the cold tile, and whispered, “I need greasy food, Pedialyte, and Jesus. In that order.”

Zilla smirked. “You get two outta three. I’m cooking.”

“Greasy food?”

“Greasy food.”

“…You making me breakfast?”

“I’m feeding you so you don’t throw up your whole soul again.”

She cracked one eye open. “You tryna get me pregnant again?”

Zilla laughed, stood up, and offered a hand. “Don’t flatter yourself, Princess.”

She took it—only to immediately lean on him fully like her legs forgot they worked.

As they stumbled back toward the kitchen, she mumbled into his chest:

“If I puke again, I’m suing Don Julio for punitive damages and emotional distress.”

Zilla muttered into her curls, “Put me on retainer for that one.”

Chapter 81: When I See U (And That Damn Bump)

Zilla wasn’t new to chaos.

He’d seen bullets fly, watched grown men cry, hell—he’d pulled a molar out his own damn mouth once when a cartel doc stitched him up too fast. But **nothing—**and he meant nothing—prepared him for drunk Rae at full volume, unfiltered, bare as sin, and broken like a 2002 Nissan Altima on bricks.

Her kitchen lights were dim, and her playlist was not playing fair.

🎶 “I put your picture on my mirror, start to blush when somebody says your name…” 🎶

That’s when she did it—first the robe slid off, then the little silk cami, then her bra—just flung. Like it offended her.

Zilla stood there like a deer in the worst kind of headlights. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. Hands frozen mid-turn in the eggs he was scrambling.

“Rae…” he said slowly, cautiously, like trying not to scare off a wild raccoon with a Glock.

She stumbled, barefoot, bare-chested, glossy-lipped from crying and swigging Don Julio like it was Gatorade. Her curves on full display and not in a sexy way—but a real, raw, woman-hanging-on-by-a-thread way.

Her lip trembled as Fantasia’s voice climbed.

🎶 "I see you, and I lose control…” 🎶

And just like that—she was bawling. Ugly crying. Loud, gasping, wobbly bawling, clutching her chest like her heart cracked in thirds.

"Y-you RUINED MY ROTATION!” she hiccuped out between sobs, grabbing her glass like it held the answer to life and screamed, “You made me feel SAFE! YOU FUCKIN' MENACE!”

Zilla stepped forward—carefully—spatula still in hand. “Hey. Hey. Rae, come on—put somethin’ on—”

She turned, halfway to belting the chorus again, and that’s when he froze.

Everything in him stilled.

Because there it was.

Not much. Barely there. Could’ve been a shadow or bloat from all that liquor and nothing to eat all day.

But Zilla had learned how to read subtle shit. It had saved his life more than once.

And that?

That tiny swell, right where her soft tummy met the waistband of those cute-ass lilac panties?

That was not bloat.

His heart stopped—just for a second. Time did, too.

It wasn’t the lust anymore. Wasn’t the rage, or the fight, or even the way she made him feel stupid with one look.

It was the sudden, unfiltered understanding:

She might be pregnant. With his kid.

And she didn’t know. Hell, she might not even realize what he was seeing.

Rae, meanwhile, was absolutely belting into a wooden spoon, eyes swollen from crying, lip trembling, boobs free, holding up a bottle of tequila like she was proposing marriage to it.

🎶 “I try to catch myself, but I’m out of control…” 🎶

Zilla’s mind was spinning. Images hit him in flashes.

The first time—on her desk. No condom. The second time—bedroom, revenge sex. The third—anger, chaos, and he most definitely didn’t pull out.

And now?

Now she was standing in front of him, crying over Fantasia, drunker than he’d ever seen her, fully unclothed, with a maybe-baby bump...

And she didn’t even know it.

Zilla slowly turned the stove off. Didn’t say a word. Just watched her for a long moment.

His hand went to the bridge of his nose.

“Lord Jesus,” he muttered, “She gon’ kill me if she don’t kill herself first.”

Then Rae tripped over her own foot and collapsed onto the floor, somehow still singing through tears and holding the bottle to her chest like it was a newborn.

He sighed, deep and heavy, and moved to scoop her up again, whispering to no one:

“This woman gon’ be the death of me—and I’ma let her.”

Chapter 82: “Positive”

The TV in Charaé’s living room was still playing Martin reruns, the laugh track looping over the sounds of soft snores and Don Julio bottles knocked sideways. The second bottle had rolled under the coffee table; the first was hugging her hip on the floor like they were trauma bonded. Rae was laid out on her back, her lips parted, lashes fanned across cheeks still stained with salt. Hair wild, sundress wrinkled, shoes flung in opposite corners. A damn war zone of elegance undone.

Zilla was frozen in her hallway, the door half open behind him, like if he turned his head too quick this whole moment would explode. What hit him first wasn’t the sight of her drunk—it was the sight of that. Just above the band of her cute lil’ panties, where her flat stomach used to be?

A rise. Faint. Subtle.

But it was there.

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, stepped in slow like the floor might cave in under him. She groaned, rolled over, muttered something like “fuck it’s hot” and stumbled to her feet—bare, dazed, and annoyed. Her limbs were spaghetti noodles. She yanked the sundress up over her head, tossed it, then kicked at it like it did her wrong. Bra? Gone. She turned on her playlist and blasted Fantasia’s "When I See U", then walked naked to the fridge to grab the rest of bottle number two like nothing mattered.

She took a swig and started sobbing. Full body, ugly, snot-crusted sobs.

He stood in the kitchen archway, paralyzed.

“Nah… nah, this ain’t it,” he muttered, yanking his phone out and calling the twins. Jimmy picked up, sleepy as hell.

Zilla kept his voice low. “Yo. She—she might be pregnant.”

Jimmy yawned, then immediately snapped awake. “What?”

“I seen it, bro. There’s a bump. It wasn’t there last week.”

“You sure it ain’t just bloat?”

“I know what I put in her, man. She’s actin’ weird, she emotional as shit, and now I see this lil’ belly…”

Jey jumped on the call. “Get a test. If she’s blacked out she won’t remember. Just don’t be on no weirdo shit.”

Zilla had already grabbed the box from under her sink—she had one stashed. Why the hell did she already have one? He didn’t ask. Didn’t have time.

He walked back out into the living room where she’d collapsed again, still mumbling through the Fantasia lyrics and hiccuping.

He crouched low. “Rae. Baby. C’mere, let me help you. I need you to sit for me.”

She blinked at him like he was a cloud, then wobbled up and stumbled to the bathroom like he was leading her to a prize.

Ten minutes passed.

She peed. Kind of. He aimed. It was a tag-team effort between her drunk self and his silent freak-out.

Now, he sat on the edge of the tub, holding the digital test in one hand, the phone in the other.

“You good?” Jey asked, voice tense.

“No.” Beep.

Zilla stared at the screen. Then stood. Then sat again. Then stood again.

Jimmy spoke first. “Yo.”

Zilla’s voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s positive.”

Silence.

Rae slumped sideways on the toilet again, out cold, snoring now—mascara smudged, lips parted, hair half in her mouth. Her body was barely upright. But the test in his hand? That was clear as hell.

His jaw clenched. He looked down at her, back to the test, and then—

He sat back on the tub and muttered:

“Fuck.”

Then again, louder. “Fuck.”

She was pregnant.

And he was the father.

And she was gonna wake up tomorrow and try to murder him.

Chapter 83: The Spiral

Zilla’s thumb hovered over the screen, the glowing plus sign like a punch to his gut. He didn’t say anything for a beat, just stared at the damn test like it was some kind of twisted joke. Then, with a shaky breath, he hit the call button and dialed his twin cousins.

“Yo, it’s positive,” he said flat, voice low but heavy like the weight of the world had dropped right on his chest.

There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then Jimmy finally said, “Damn, bro. That’s big.”

“Big? Man, that’s everything,” Zilla replied, pacing the room with the phone glued to his ear. “She drunk as hell, out cold, and now this? I don’t even know how we got here.”

Jey laughed dryly, “Welcome to the Samoan special, fam. You know it ain’t ever simple.”

Zilla sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Bruh, I’m not tryna be no deadbeat. I gotta step up—no matter what. But damn, this is gonna change everything.”

Jimmy’s voice softened. “You ready for that?”

“Hell if I know. I ain’t never been ready for nothing like this.” He ran his hands over his face. “She’s the strongest chick I know though. We gon’ figure it out.”

After a few more minutes of talk—mostly strategizing how to handle it without losing their minds—Zilla ended the call. His stomach twisted. He looked down at Rae still crashed on the floor, fragile as hell.

Carefully, he scooped her up in his arms, felt the warmth of her skin, the steady rise and fall of her breath. He carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on her bed, tucking the sheets around her like a soldier guarding a treasure.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zilla’s mind spiraled.

This is it. No more running. No more half-measures. This is the start of everything changing.

He ran his hands through his hair, chest tight, heart pounding in ways he didn’t want to admit. The reality of fatherhood—the weight of responsibility, the fear, the hope—crashed over him in waves.

For the first time in a long time, Isayah Fatu felt like he was standing on the edge of something bigger than himself.

And damn if it didn’t scare the hell out of him.

Chapter 84: Mind Games and Nightmares

Zilla sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, mind spiraling faster than he wanted to admit. The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful—it was a battleground where every doubt and fear came out swinging.

She doesn’t even like you anymore, the voice whispered, cold and sneaky.

She’s gonna get rid of it—like she did everything else.

It’s Garrett, the DA, that pretty bastard she’s smiling at, not you.

She’s already left you behind.

His chest tightened. The room felt smaller, darker, and his heartbeat thudded like a warning drum.

Trying to shake the thoughts, he leaned back, eyes locking on Rae’s sleeping form. She looked peaceful, fragile like glass. But the war inside his head wasn’t about to quit.

Then, exhaustion pulled him under.

He slipped beside her, the mattress dipping as he curled in close.

But sleep wasn’t mercy—it was a nightmare.

In the dream, he watched helplessly as the baby came into the world.

And the baby wasn’t his.

The infant was the spitting image of Garrett—the DA with the charming smile and easy confidence.

Charaé, dressed all in white, stood tall like a queen, holding the tiny mini-Garrett like a bouquet of victory.

The aisle stretched out endlessly in front of her.

Behind him, prison guards cuffed him, cold metal biting into his wrists.

Federal orange jumpsuit.

Watching the whole damn wedding while stuck in chains.

His chest burned with every step she took down the aisle, every smile she threw Garrett’s way.

Then the nightmare shattered.

Zilla jerked awake, gasping like the air had been stolen from his lungs.

Only an hour had passed.

Rae was still out cold beside him, breathing steady, unaware of the chaos tearing through his mind.

And Zilla? He was wide awake, trapped in his own head.

Chapter 85: Spiral and Shift

Zilla lay there, chest rising and falling, but his mind? Man, it was racing — wild and chaotic like a storm with no calm in sight. His eyes were fixed on Rae’s bare skin beside him, the softness that made his heart ache and his gut twist all at once.

Maybe it’s not even mine… his brain whispered venomously, shoving a blade between his ribs.

What if that baby… that tiny bump… is Garrett’s? The DA, the polished, smooth-talking enemy who’d been in her life just as much as Zilla had fought to be. What if she’s already chosen?

Zilla’s throat tightened. His mind spiraled through a thousand dark possibilities — the courtroom smirks, the stolen kisses, the closeness he’d seen between them. He pictured Garrett walking her down the aisle, a smug smile on his face while Zilla stood cuffed, miles away, watching like some forgotten shadow.

She left me behind. She doesn’t want me anymore. She’s gonna erase me.

His eyes shifted downward involuntarily — to the small curve beneath the waistband of her panties. The faintest bump, almost invisible, but there.

His chest tightened. The world felt like it was crashing in.

Then the glow of her phone lit up on the nightstand.

Zilla’s hand shot out, trembling. He swiped it open, heart hammering as he saw the same unsaved number flashing again. Garrett.

He hesitated, then opened the messages. He read them once. Then again. Slowly, the realization hit him like a tidal wave.

They didn’t have sex.

She didn’t go that far.

Garrett’s words were desperate and messy — complaining she only let him give head, whining about what he “did wrong,” but no mention of anything beyond that. No proof of that final line crossed.

A complex rush of emotions hit Zilla all at once — relief, jealousy, rage, hope, and fear tangled in a knot he couldn’t untie.

His eyes shot back to the tiny bump on Rae’s belly, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out and protect that life. That their life.

His voice came out rough and low, a vow tangled with raw vulnerability:

“This is ours. No matter what.”

And for the first time in hours, his breath slowed. But the war inside him? It wasn’t over.

Chapter 86: Rejection and Revelation

The peace lasted maybe ten minutes.

Zilla had just begun to calm his racing thoughts, still sitting at the edge of the bed, her phone screen now black and silent beside him. But then—

“Ugh—shit…”

Charaé shot up like a bullet, clutching her stomach. Her eyes barely opened, lashes fluttering in the blur of drunken exhaustion and nausea. She stumbled blindly off the bed, her silk bonnet halfway off, her mouth already twisting like her body had something to get rid of.

“Rae—?” Zilla stood quickly, but she was already gone, barefoot and wild, making a beeline for the master bathroom.

GAG. SPLASH.

The sound of her retching into the toilet echoed hard. Zilla winced and rushed over, standing in the doorway unsure if she wanted him there or not. She didn’t even register him—she was too far gone.

Charaé was damn near folded over the porcelain, arms braced on the rim, gasping between violent heaves. Her hair was stuck to her face, her breath coming out in hot bursts as she groaned and let her body do the rest of the work.

“F-fuck—” she wheezed out. “Shit’s spinning…”

Her body jerked again. That last bottle had done her dirty. She hadn’t eaten since brunch and now her body was rejecting everything—Don Julio, heartbreak, ego, all of it.

Zilla’s jaw clenched.

“Rae,” he muttered, voice low and hoarse, moving toward her despite the fog in his chest. He grabbed a towel, wetting it quickly under the sink, and crouched behind her to press it gently to the back of her neck.

She flinched but didn’t move away.

“Why you drink like that, huh?” he said under his breath. “You tryna fight a ghost or just me?”

Charaé let out a low sound that was a mix of a moan and a curse.

“Because I hate you,” she slurred, barely able to lift her head from the toilet seat. “And your fucking… face… and dick and lies and that damn stare…”

Zilla half-smiled despite himself. Her voice was soft and sleepy and venomous at once. The towel slipped from her neck as she slumped sideways against the wall, still in her little tee and panties, her body curled in like a comma.

Zilla caught her gently.

“Yeah,” he muttered, cradling her like she weighed nothing. “But you still carrying my maybe.”

He didn’t say it like a threat. He said it like a promise.

With one arm under her knees and the other steady behind her back, Zilla lifted her from the bathroom floor and carried her back to bed. She was already knocked halfway out again, her cheek nuzzled into his chest as her breath slowed.

Zilla stared down at her face—beautiful, messy, exhausted—and something hit him again.

He kissed her temple once, quietly.

And as he pulled the covers over her, his hand instinctively brushed her stomach again.

That bump felt just a little more real now.

Chapter 87: Panic and Protection

Zilla sat on the edge of the bed, the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Rae’s sleeping form. His mind was a mess—a cyclone of fear, guilt, and that fierce protective instinct that was suddenly blazing hotter than ever.

He’d just grabbed his phone again, his thumb hovering nervously over the search bar. The words he’d typed made his chest tighten: “alcohol effects on early pregnancy,” “can two bottles of tequila harm fetus,” “pregnancy and heavy drinking risks.”

The screen flooded with warnings: fetal alcohol syndrome, miscarriage risk, developmental delays. His heart slammed against his ribs.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He couldn’t let this happen. Not to her. Not to their maybe. Not after everything.

His thoughts spiraled: She was drunk, she barely remembered anything. She was out here fighting—fighting him, fighting this whole mess—and now this thing growing inside her was caught in the crossfire.

And that protective fire in his gut shifted, sharpened, took on a new shape.

That was fatherly instinct—raw, unfiltered.

He needed to make sure she got whatever was left of that poison out of her system, fast.

His eyes darted around the room, catching the nearly empty bottle of Don Julio on the floor. He snatched it up and hurled it across the room—smash—glass shattered against the wall.

Zilla’s jaw clenched as he shook his head, frustration and fear mixing like a storm inside him.

He leaned down and brushed a stray braid off her forehead, voice low and urgent.

“Rae… we gotta get you through this. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

She stirred then, blinking slowly, her hazel eyes heavy but starting to clear.

He kept his tone soft, knowing how fragile she was, but firm enough to cut through the haze.

“I’m gonna get you help. You’re not alone, Rae. I’m here. For you. For this.”

He reached for his phone again, calling his cousins for advice, trying to pull together a plan.

As he watched her breathe steady, his heart twisted between hope and fear, the weight of fatherhood settling on him like a chain he both dreaded and embraced.

Because no matter what came next—he was ready to fight. For her. For their maybe.

And damn, he was gonna protect that with everything he had.

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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Eremin modern AU headcanons from a long-time shipper😍

• Cuddles. Every day. Any time. Usually initiated by Eren. Change my mind. 

• They try to always spend time with each other at the end of the day by cooking together, video games, movie night, or story time. Armin reading to Eren, of course. 

• Eren teaches Armin how to surf because despite loving marine life, Armin's always been afraid of going in the water because he was pinched by a crab and stung by a jelly fish when he was little. Currently has a love/hate fascination for jelly fish. 

• Armin begged Eren to grow his hair out before senior year of high school so Eren compromised by asking Armin to chop his off. Both ended up liking their new looks and kept them for quite some time. 

• Eren is secretly a huuuge softy but doesn't like showing that side to him to just anyone. Sometimes he’ll let it slide while with close friends but Armin’s seen the full extent. 

• Eren always finds new ways to address Armin. Ar, Ari, Min, bro, dude, my guy, homie, luv, beautiful, gorgeous, babe, hunny and anything that will tease Armin. Blondie because of Armin’s love for Tangled, bunny because of the time Historia dressed Armin as a slutty bunny for halloween, Minnie because Armin relates that to Minnie Mouse and cringes because of it, hot stuff because it makes Armin cringe, and cutie when Armin is getting flustered to fluster him even more. 

• In the POV that you are standing at the foot of the bed, Armin sleeps on the left side and Eren on the right. If the bed is cornered against the walls, Armin will always be on the inside because he likes curling up in small areas to sleep. Especially if he just HAS to sleep against Eren 😙 Sometimes they'll switch sides so they can sleep in eachother's scent. Usually in hot weather since physical contact is too much.

• Eren sleeps like a rock while Armin can't sleep as easy. Usually Eren doesn't wake when Armin curls up next to him which helps him sleep better. 

• Eren's a living furnace and Armin is an ice cube. He also uses Eren’s pecs as pillows. Big mommy milkers. Wait- daddy milkers..? Bah, You get it.

• Eren gets pretty bad nightmares that has him talking in his sleep. Armin always wakes him up from them and cuddles him immediately

• Both are so touchy-feely without even realizing. Armin makes sure their PDA isn't too much but they always hold hands, touch eachother's shoulders, backs, arms when they get the chance. Simple gestures like guiding each other along, pats of affirmation, and stroking their hair away from eachother's eyes. Eren never gives up the chance to wrap his arm around the blond (because he's possessive) and likes nestling into Armin's hair. Armin usually nestles in Eren's neck or chest while playing with Eren's long hair. 

• Those two are like velcro. Easy to stick together harder to pull away.

• Armin had a crush on Eren all throughout childhood but Eren was oblivious enough not to notice. Armin still wonders if Eren was lying about how oblivious he was because Armin had it bad for him and everyone and their uncle knew. But it went right over Eren's head. 

• Eren is an effortless flirt which first got Armin very flustered in the beginning of the relationship. But as years past, Armin usually assumed that flirting meant Eren forgot to do something like pay the bills or go grocery shopping and was just trying to let Armin down slowly. Armin being a huge skeptic usually askes "What did you do now?"

• While Eren finds it hard to focus in most conversations, he could listen to Armin gush about science all day long. Armin makes everything knowledgeable more retainable for Eren because of how passionately he speaks. He finds it so attractive because he wish he had the mental capacity himself to remember things as much as Armin. 

• Armin has anxiety and depression (as well as Eren) and he usually gets really worked up and worried about loosing Eren because he feels he isn't good enough with Eren quickly remedies with talks and kisses

• Eren has ADHD, depression, anxiety, and PTSD mostly from his mother passing and is often very over stimulating for Armin but they talk things through constantly.

• Eren definitely has Armin beat in being a bigger attention whore. With his mom passing in his childhood and Grisha neglecting him, he clings to Armin constantly to fill that love affection part in his life. Armin doesn't mind mostly but sometimes needs to have talks with Eren about it saying he needs some space to breathe. Especially in their honeymoon phase.

• Eren is super protective and possessive but not to the point where he controls Armin. He is just very afraid of the idea of someone trying to take Armin away from him. Armin likes the attention but sometimes needs to talk with Eren about how he needs some room to get work done. 

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• Consent and constant verbal praise. Period. Eren uses the shit out of saying 'good boy.' It's a huge no-go on 'daddy' though since neither really had present father's in their life and often want to forget that.

• Eren is definitely bigger but Armin is kinda packing as well 😳

• Eren will say some of the nastiest shit to Armin in public and fluster the blond up with the straightest face. And if they've been together long enough, Armin would do the same back with a straight face. Sometimes has Eren beat. Rarely. 

• Sex drive is pretty high but you wouldn't hear that from Armin. He's pretty private about his sex life, hence why he's so shy about first getting intimate with Eren. He doesn't have the expirience like Eren does. But those two fuck like rabbits. 

• Eren's a fucking animal istg. It gives Armin such a high being underneath him when Eren's really revved up.

• Armin loves being catered to and Eren is all for it. But Armin is also very sensitive to touch yet craves it (as a result of not growing up with parents, lack of love and touch. Same with Eren). His waist, stomach, neck, and thighs are his most sensitive spots. Big list. So Eren sometimes mistakes Armin's overstimulation as discomfort. But make him feel good enough and Armin would probably beg for more. 

• Eren's scalp is super sensitive which makes's Armin's massages all the better. But sometimes Armin will use it against him and will give his hair a good tug when he wants Eren to moan or break. Other places he likes touched are his back, arms, and shoulders. 

• Eren’s obsessed with Armin’s chest and nipples which often makes it hard for Armin to go to the beach shirtless 😳

• Eren who swore he's always dom changed pretty quickly after meeting Armin. Now he's a switch (predominantly dom), or more so always has been but denied it up until Armin came along. 

• It takes a long time for Armin to comfortably warm up and loosen up during more intimate times since deep down he's a fucking freak in the sheets. He loves being controlled but super curious about dabbling in controlling someone else. And instead of Eren being appalled like Armin would of guessed, Eren supports the blond 100%. Experimentation!

• Armin has always wanted to fuck Eren but has been too shy to admit it since he is a pretty submissive person. Once Eren finds out later in the relationship, he's all for it. Turns out when being fucked, Eren's a lot more talkative and Armin gets more hyper-analytical in finding the best way to please the brunet without ruining the mood. But Eren adores his intellect so he doesn't mind. 

• The two were childhood best friends turned lovers and it helped make their sex with each other so laid back and casual when they wanted given they're already so comfortable with each other. They also had sex pretty early in their romantic relationship also because of this. 

• Armin is super flexible physically. Eren usually tries some pretty wacky positions for the fun of it but their favorites are (reverse) cowgirl and doggy. Armin would always go for reverse cowgirl because when he gets tired, he can hover himself over Eren with his back against his chest while Eren underneath him fucks him senseless. Quick change of roles instead of switching to another position and taking longer. Eren likes doggy and cowgirl because with cowgirl he can see the blond's face and doggy gives him all the power to go animal on the blond. Both can solidly agree on missionary no matter who's topping. 

• Cuddles after sex. Period. Doesn't matter how sweaty. The after care with these two... chefs kiss.

• Armin’s always been more skeptical of using sex toys since he didn’t want to make Eren feel like he wasn’t good enough and pleasuring. But Eren came to the blond first about trying fleshlights together which led to vibrators, dildos, etc.

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Cable Shocks

⤷ pairing - denki kaminari x reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort, illness, exploitation

⤷ summary - you notice the other class 1-a students using denki’s quirk for their favours, and you catch him later paying the price

⤷ word count - 3.2k+

Denki Kaminari was a giver.

He gave his help, he gave his laughter, he gave his love, and recently, he was beginning to give himself, too.

It started off innocently: he showed the Class 1-A students his party trick- look at that, he can charge phones! After that, the others had regularly come to him in need of their devices being charged, or electricity constantly pumped into something that only he could provide. And Denki, being a giver, well, he never said no.

It didn’t matter to him that it would make him short circuit, it didn’t matter to him that they would laugh, it didn’t even matter to him that all he could taste every evening was acid.

Denki Kaminari was a giver, and he was prepared to give his life.

Your class common room was never empty. At any given time, there was always at least two of your classmates in there- no exceptions. If you wanted to make tea in the early morning, Iida and Yaoyorozu would greet you with beaming grins unbecoming of such an unnatural time. Alternatively, if you wanted to cry at 3 AM, you would lay your eyes on Tokoyami and Jirou plunged into the darkness, leaving you to wonder whether they were just acting off or if they were summoning a demon to curse those who have wronged them.

At this moment, Denki was sat on the centre sofa, three cables stuck between his teeth. Beside him sat Mina, eagerly chatting to Kirishima who sat opposite to her on a plush chair with Sero lounged over the arm of it. The three looked content, but you couldn’t help but notice the stiffness at which Denki was disposed, concentration knotting his brows as he worked on keeping the sparks flowing through the wires.

You slipped into the room, deciding on the space on the other side of Denki. The other occupants of the room gave you a quick hello before returning to their previous conversations. With the exception of Denki, obviously, who seemingly forgot his task the moment he heard your name mentioned. His eyes sparkled once he saw you, his head turning to the side as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Kaminari, you’re dropping the wires!” Sero snickered, eyeing up the way Denki looked down in alarm.

“Only 27%? Come on, I need more than that!” Mina whined, shoving the cables back into the spooked boy’s mouth. He looked at you apologetically, attempting to convey something with wild gestures that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You laughed, patting the top of his head to quell his struggles.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just chill, yeah?” He paused, dropping his hands to his lap and nodding. You grinned, bumping your shoulder against his before pulling your phone out. Denki squinted at the object, as if it had personally offended him. Grinning, you shook your head.

“Fully charged. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” His expression softened, cheeks glowing a slight pink at your words. You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, ending up slumped against Denki’s side, who in return leaned into you.

“And so basically, I told him he was nuts, right?” The careless ramblings of Mina was enough to get you to relax, scrolling aimlessly through your friend’s Instagram posts. Ochako had posted a weirdly aesthetic picture of mochi, Midoriya had posted a picture of Ochako, Iida was posting about cyber-bullying, the works.

Being in physical contact with Denki while he was in charging mode, you noticed, made your hair float up like static electricity. You didn’t mind this, taking to flattening down your hair every once in a while during your relaxation. It was easy to let go with your classmates- the gentle lull of the voices of the others mixed with the pleasant buzz of Denki’s skin against yours made for a comforting experience that almost made you fall asleep.

“Hey dunce face!” Denki jumped at the sound of Bakugo’s voice, his elbow jutting into your side and forcing you to tense up. He didn’t seem to notice your subtle glare, however, as his attention was focused on the other boy that had slammed open the door (not that Bakugo seemed entirely angry today, but it was just his natural disposition that made every action of his aggressive).

“H-Hey bro! What’s up?” Bakugo didn’t respond to Kirishima’s words, further ignoring the similar muffled greeting that Denki managed to let out.

“I need this charged,” he grumbled, moving to Denki and shoving a fourth wire in his mouth. You frowned, eyeing up the two boys wearily. The screens of the current phones flashed, an indication that he wasn’t putting in enough charge. He gulped as Bakugo stomped back out the room, his eyes squeezing shut as he amped up the electricity.

As if a switch had been flipped, Denki’s blonde locks frizzed up before succinctly falling back down to his head. You stared at him, eyes widened as the wires dropped to the ground.

“Wheeeee!” His body fell into you, thumbs sticking out with a goofy smile painted onto his face. A small smile pushed passed your lips as you grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head just as he fell off your shoulder and into your lap.

“Oh my god! He’s buzzed out!” Mina cackled, grabbing her phone to snap a couple of photos as the others laughed.

“I love the guy, but my god is he dumb.” You bit your lip at Sero’s grin, angling Denki’s head away from the camera and raking your hands through his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling his face into your stomach as he rambled about something to do with being okay. It was hard to understand him in this state.

“Come on guys, not cool.” You mumbled, using your sleeve to wipe away a bit of drool on Denki’s chin.

“Ah, cheer up (Y/N)! He does this all the time- it doesn’t matter!” Kirishima’s words made a pit coil in your stomach, nausea prickling your throat.

“It doesn’t matter. Leave him alone.” Mina rolled her eyes.

“God, it’s not a big deal. It’s his own fault, anyway.” You couldn’t help the annoyance that fuelled the glare in your eyes, but you pushed it down with a harder bite to the inside of your cheek. There was the burst of something metallic that tinged your tongue, but you ignored it.

“Come on, Denki. Let’s go,” said boy didn’t seem to recognise your words until you propped him up so you could stand up before pulling him off the sofa. Seemingly slightly resigned by your actions, Mina dropped her phone into her lap, looking away. This didn’t stop the other two from laughing, however, the volume of their cackles only increasing as Denki fell into your back.

With a groan, you shoved your shoulder into the door to open it and letting Denki clamber through. You painstakingly led him into his dorm room, redirecting him away from every wall he tried to run into and each piece of furniture he rammed into his abdomen. Your phone was blowing up with notifications, but you elected to ignore that as you made sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell onto his bed.

You wrote him a quick note and stuck it on his door, turning around to make one last check that he wasn’t going to kill himself the moment you stepped out the door.

Come find me when you’re back to normal.

“(Y/N)…” he whined, hands reaching out for you as he rolled onto his side, eyes sparkling once he saw you. You sighed, moving to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” It didn’t seem like he quite understood what you said, but the compliant nod and shining smile was enough to convince you he would be okay.

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You didn’t see Denki for the rest of the day.

When you stirred from your sleep, it was still dark. You felt a warmth building below your skin that spurred you to strip of your blanket, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor before creeping out the room. In the dead silence of the night, each one of your footfalls sounded like a bang to a drum.

The common room was empty that night. You squinted through the darkness, feeling your way to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. You stilled in the quiet for a moment, letting the movement settle as you took a sip. There was always a sort of ringing once it got quiet enough, a small reminder that despite the fact you were alone in the dark, there was still something going on.

Click.

At the end of the hall, a light turned on, the orange glow a stark contrast from the deep shadows that plagued the area. You heard a quiet shuffling, before a muffled gagging sound rang out.

Eyes widening, you rushed as quietly as you could down the hall, nearly crashing into the door as you shoved your way into the bathroom.

Hunched over the sink, chest racking with coughs and gags was Denki, his eyes teary as they struggled to focus on you. A dark substance, almost completely black if it were not for the slightest translucency, dripped from his parted lips and into the basin, clashing against the pure white marble.

You clapped a hand to your mouth, willing down the tears that welled in your eyes.

“Denki… what?” You choked out, voice hoarse from the dryness that stung your throat. Denki attempted to push himself up, hands trembling and knuckles white as he gripped the side of the countertop.

“(Y/N)…” his voice shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth, taking a step back from you in a vain bid to pass you and leave. You quickly snapped the door shut, no longer caring whether you woke anyone up.

Click.

Denki weakly chuckled at the look on your face. The lock. He closed himself into the corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Look, I’m fine-“ He was cut off by himself, lurching back over the sink and coughing up more of the liquid.

“What is that?” You questioned, silent horror pinching your features. He turned on the tap, filling his hands with water and washing out his mouth. Darting to the toilet- and struggling to move in such closed quarters- you balled up a handful of toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He leaned into your touch, skin emanating heat and covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

“Battery acid.” You felt your knees go weak.

“What?”

“It’s battery acid. The more I overuse my quirk, the more likely this stuff is to accumulate in my throat,” he looked away from your piercing gaze, “it’s okay, really.”

“What part of this is okay?” You spat, voice wavering. Denki winced at your tone, turning to washing his mouth out with more water, “Does it hurt?” He paused, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, only the sound of running water interspersed the atmosphere. You reached over and turned it off, not acknowledging the shrill screech of the metal as you levelled Denki with an even stare.

“It’s from the charging.” He muttered, and your knuckles clenched.

“Of-fucking-course.” He cringed, a clammy palm feebly gripping your forearm. His eyes were desperate, frown twisting his expression into something you couldn’t bear to look at.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he begged, a tear slipping out of his eye just at the same time you felt one trail down your cheek.

“It’s not okay, Denki. How long has this been happening?” He fell silent, and you could feel the anxiety coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Four months.” In a split-second decision, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body into his. He nestled his face into your neck, hands coming to rest on your hips. Seemingly unable to keep it together any long, he crumbled, chest stuttering with every breath and his tears soaking the skin that was exposed by your nightshirt.

The silence of midnight began to creep in once again, only broken by the soft whimpers and sobs of the boy practically clutching onto you. You waited as long as you needed to until Denki had caught his breath, not counting the minutes yet painfully aware of each one as it passed.

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, okay?” Denki frowned, rubbing away the tears in his eyes.

“I-“

“From now on, if someone asks you to charge anything, you say no, got it?” You spat, voice much firmer and tone a lot more sharp. He gulped, resigning to nodding with a sullen expression on his face.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? Or is there anything I need to do first?”

“It’s fine. You can go back now, don’t stay up for any longer.”

“I will do what I want, thanks.” you seethed, eyes glinting. Denki looked taken aback, glancing over your expression wearily.

“Uh…” “I am not going back to sleep unless you’re coming with me. You’re such an idiot-” you paused, “-but you’re my idiot, and there’s no way I’m letting the others treat you like this,“ you cupped his face, fingers pressing into pink cheeks as you angled his face to look at you, “if they want anything else from you, they have to go through me first.” Agape, he only nodded again, allowing you to grab his hand and pull him out the room.

Once he flicked the light off, the two of you were awash in darkness once again, but this seemed not to deter you. Rather, you traipsed across the corridor with a ridiculous amount of determination, only narrowly avoiding the various obstructions in the shadows.

“Here, let me light-“ Despite the little he could see, Denki could practically feel your burning glare. Bringing his hand down, he murmured an apology, musing in your little nod of satisfaction he could feel the motions of.

It only took you a few minutes to get to your room, pushing him inside and closing the door behind you. In spite of everything, Denki could feel heat rushing to his cheeks for an entirely different reason than his fever.

“(Y/N)?” He squeaked, hearing you fumble around the room yet not finding courage to stay anything but completely frozen.

“Yeah?” You questioned, voice low but feeling remarkably pleasant to his ears.

“This isn’t my room.”

“I know.”

“So why am I here?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Come on, I’ve got the spare pillow.”

Denki currently didn’t have the energy to feel shame about the sparks excitement that welled up inside of him as he rushed to the sound of you getting on your bed. You held the blanket up for him, and he all but fell down next to you. The pounding of his heart was almost enough to distract him from the acrid burning of his throat.

You were warm, almost too warm as he shifted to be closer to you. Now that his eyes were getting adjusted, he could make out the expression on your face, eyebrows knotted in concern and eyes scanning all over him, as if searching for some sort of answer that he could only long to give you.

“I’m sorry.” He said it as if it meant anything. If it counted, he truly was. Denki didn’t want to make you worry- he wasn’t worth it. But that’s what you did. He would give too much, and you would worry tenfold.

It didn’t help that his eyes were still stinging and red-rimmed, or every once in a while a dry cough would tickle his throat. It didn’t help that he would wince every time he had to swallow, or that his palms were still clammy and he had to try to subtly wipe them on his shorts. It didn’t help that the pain almost became too much to handle, and he loved you too much to even lie about it.

He loved you- of course he did. How could he not? It was you. You, who stared at him with such adoration, even though he knew you were pissed off. You, who stood up for him even to his friends. You, who worried for him the first time he was buzzed out, and a thousand times later, still stayed with him and ran your fingers through his hair when he was barely conscious.

He watched your eyes strain to stay open, to keep watching him as he was watching you. Finally, they fluttered shut, your breathing evening out as you shuffled closer to him.

You, who got up in the middle of the night to protect him from himself.

He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you waist with a gentle sigh. Under the cover of darkness, he confessed this. His words fell on deaf ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You, who, unlike anyone else, was determined to make him stop giving.

He couldn’t help but fall asleep, the sound of your soft breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest like a lullaby willing his eyes to close, comforted by the presence of your figure cuddled to his chest.

Denki Kaminari was a giver. And if there was anyone worth giving anything, it was you.

Extra:

Bakugo was not expecting to start his day in a chokehold.

It had started off innocently, Denki was playing a game on his phone, smug grin on his face, you were napping next to him, and the other losers he called his friends were on the sofas, eyes wide and backs straight. Sure, you could say he questioned the strange way his friends were acting, but he didn’t particularly care.

“Pikabitch, I need my phone-“

Bakugo prided himself on his quick instincts, but you were quicker.

In a second, your arm was wrapped around his throat, face dark and pressure increasing through his gasps.

“Say one more fucking word and you’re dead.” You growled, Bakugo’s fingers gripping your arm in a vain attempt to release himself from your hold, “Got it?” The blonde just managed to nod, coughing out once your arm withdrew from his neck. You settled back in your place beside Denki, sending him another sharp glare before returning to your nap.

Bakugo could only stare wide eyed, not quite sure what happened. All he could gather was that Denki was now off limits, and the others seemed to realise that too, if them cringing was anything to go by. With a gulp, he stormed out the common room.

Now he had to go get his charger.

[angy-mouse]

My current like fantasy or escapism is just poly dream team + Karl relationship

And you already know my insecurities about being transmasc like I just wanna be cuddles and validated

this probably counts as a crack fic but i think its cute. maybe read when youre really tired that might make it better /lh

If you do not have your age in your bio this will be going up on @silly-mouse in an hour bc literally the worst thing is that Dream sleeps in his boxers

"Make room,"

You all let out a symphony of groans as Dream wrestled out of his jeans and climbed into the already crowded bed. He quickly gave up finding a free spot and simpy flopped on top of you, burying his face in your soft stomach and slinging his arms over Karl and Sapnap respectively. George responded by grabbing Florida Man's hand and stretching it to reach his thigh, giving a satisfied pat once he was arranged.

"Finally finish editing," Sapnap asked, muffled as he tried to suffocate in your hair. You didn't know why three of your four boyfriends were trying to suffocate themselves with you, but that probably wasn't a good sign. You had no idea what George was doing, there was a wall of Grade-A Texan beef between you that you didn't feel like telling to move.

"Nope, just fucking sick of it," Dream tossed back. "Ugh, hang on..." He dipped his head, securing the bottom of your shirt in his teeth and yanking it up until he could fit his head underneath, nuzzling his cheek against the warm skin. "I am home."

"You are a freak," you muttered, twitching your knee to nudge it into his ribs.

"Wow, babe. And all this time I thought we were best bros."

Karl chuckled against your neck- oh, good, he was still alive. "I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to call them babe and bro in the same breath."

"I'm totally in love with you, no homo."

"Fuck that," George slurred- that bastard really fell asleep. You had six feet of Florida crushing your legs and this man has the audacity to sleep. "I love you with a lot of homo."

"Damn, dude," you hummed, down to about half a brain cell, "that's kinda gay."

Sapnap broke into wheezing laughter, prying his face out of your hair. "I feel like I'm listening to ‘Inception’, what the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"We're talking about how it's almost seven and we haven't slept yet," Karl huffed, trying to tug you into a better cuddling position.

"Here," Dream groaned, pushing himself up and onto the floor. You took the chance to roll onto your side, letting Karl spoon you and tucking your nose into Sapnap's pec-cleavage.

Dream closed the blackout curtains and turned back around. "No it's not, now go the fuck to sleep- hey, what happened to my pillow?"

"He wants to feel his legs," you huffed.

Karl helped scooch you closer to Sapnap and pressed himself like a second layer of skin against you, smacking the mattress behind him. "Come on, big guy, get in here before George starts whining."

"I do not-"

"Yes you do," Sap grumbled around a yawn, wrapping a thick arm around your waist to keep you close- as if you had anywhere to go. "You're a big baby if you can't get comfy at bedtime."

Dream chuckled, stretching an arm across the sea of entertwined bodies that were gradually becoming more and more indescernable to brush his fingers against George's arm. "I'll keep you company in the spare room if it's too cramped for you," he offered, smiling when the brit simply grumbled about being plenty comfy and burrowed into Sapnap's back as you all settled in.

"... You're so handsome-"

"Fucking go to sleep, Sapnap!"

"Sugar looks good all sleepy in my arms, I won't apologize for that!"

"GO TO SLEEP!"

"Aww..."

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼  If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d  k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s  spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree. 

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l  s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You  s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The  s m a c c  you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so  p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful. 

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh. 

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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