#give me a big comfy bed and no responsibilities and you can fuck me whenever 🥰

[call-me-pup2]

I know I posted about locking you in my basement but what if we switched it up and you trapped me in yours instead :3

[thinkingoutlouddblog]

Only For You - h.s.

Summary: H is usually pretty in tune with his body, but he’s apparently not very good at picking up when he’s getting sick. 

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of covid, plus me taking a guess at how covid testing in the US and at events works so sorry for any potential inaccuracies, I mostly used my knowledge of Aus but honestly its described all very generally

A/N: this took longer than I thought it was going to because I started and then got sick a couple days in :/ I’m still sick but she is done! If you have any requests pls send them my way!

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Harry is never sick.

He was so strict in his fitness and health, his immune system was better than almost anyone’s you knew. You were pretty sure someone could cough directly into his mouth and it would somehow boost his immune system by giving it a chance to exercise. There had to be fifty times over the course of your relationship so far you were sure you were going to pass on whatever illness you had acquired at the time. You always waited patiently for the other shoe to drop, for him to exhibit your exact symptoms and to be awash with guilt at his sickly state, but it never did.

It is such a rare occurrence, in fact, that he can tell you exactly the last time he came down with something. It was August 2019, he was in LA, and he had ended up missing two Fine Line album release related meetings. He remembered it because you had been in New York, tied up in projects of your own. You had pushed your flight up as a surprise to get home and take care of him, but by the time you touched down he had already been on the mend, and was sat in a rescheduled meeting when you opened the door to your shared home.

He could not recall, however, the earliest warning signs of a flu coming on, having experienced them so infrequently.

He dismissed the heavy tired feeling that had settled upon him, certain it was simply the aftereffects of intensive Grammy rehearsals. True to his perfectionist tendencies, he had been tireless in his efforts to make this one of his best performances and had been spending hours practicing a song you were pretty sure he could nail in his sleep. You said nothing of the fact that you thought he perhaps was spending more time than strictly necessary on this, of course, never wanting to undermine his process or invalidate his feelings of being under intense pressure. You just assured him you thought he was amazing and provided opinions and input whenever he asked it of you. He was overworking himself, but he was not deterred until the lights went down after his extremely successful (and extremely sexy, if you did say so yourself) performance.

Two days later, he was sure his hangover had extended over into a second day as he become aware of a dull ache in his head while awaking from his slumber. He groaned, rubbing his face as he rolled towards you, pulling you against his chest. He breathed deeply, cursing himself for drinking so much and sleeping so little only momentarily before thinking, hey, how many times do you win a Grammy? You stirred at his movement, eyes fluttering open only slightly before you shut them again and snuggled deeper into his chest. You sighed in contentment, loving nothing more than the comfortable feeling you can only get waking up in the morning, still on the edge of sleep. It had always been one of your favourite things, and it was only ever made better by waking up in Harry’s arms.

“I hate getting old,” he mutters into your hair, pressing a kiss where his lips had tickled your forehead.

“What?” You laughed at his unsolicited statement.

“Two-day hangovers are supposed to be reserved for after you hit thirty. But clearly, I’m older than I think I am because they have come for me and I am not enjoying it.”

You wriggled up in his embrace, so that you were face to face, giggling at him as you did say. “Oh god, do you think we should start thinking about retiring?”

“You’re supposed to tell me I’m not old!” He tightened his grip on you as he exclaimed in indignation.

“I mean what can I possibly say, H? Two-day hangover? You’ve basically got a foot in the grave,” you jested, but leaned in to peck his cheek at his faux sour expression.

In response, he released his grip on you and rolled away until he was at the very opposite edge of the bed in a big huff. You only laughed harder at his antics. You followed him to his side of the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind and placing gentle kisses to the side of his neck.

“Darling, have you considered, maybe, just maybe, this two day hangover has nothing to do with the fact that you are getting older and more to do with the fact that you were working yourself to the bone for a month and then partied like the world was ending?” You pressed another lingering kiss to his neck. “Or perhaps like someone who had just won a Grammy?” A smile broke over your face at the memory, a fresh wave of pride washing through you, somehow still managing to leave you buzzing.

“Nope, I refuse to hear that. My youthful body is supposed to be stronger than any party, even an I-just-won-a-Grammy party.” You snorted in his ear, completely unsurprised by his steadfast stubbornness.

“Alright then old man,” you rolled away from him and hopped out of bed.

“Hey,” he called out, both at the jab and your exit from bed.

“Since my big shot Grammy winning, senior citizen boyfriend is still feeling a bit dusty I suppose I’ll bring him a coffee in bed,” you sing out over your shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen, craving the caffeine yourself.

He knew you were making fun of him to highlight how melodramatic you thought he was being. Each comment about him being old was really made to tell him just how young he was and how little you thought he had to worry about.

He sighed, wanting nothing more than to remain motionless in the warm comfy bed but having no choice to get up and make his way to the bathroom before he could enjoy his coffee in bed. (And maybe some lazy morning sex, he was sure that would help relieve some symptoms). His whole body felt heavy as he rolled out of bed, his limbs and shoulders feeling almost as though they were made of lead.

His brow scrunched as he slowly made his way to the toilet to relieve himself. This really was some day two hangover, he thought. I don’t care what y/n thinks, I’m pretty sure this is one of those moments where you realise your prime is coming to an end.

He flinched as the sunlight pouring in through the frosted glass of the bathroom window hit his face, instantly doubling the force of his headache. He grumbled and scrunched his eyes until they were nearly shut, attempting to minimise the light infiltrating his vision. He did his business as quickly as his protesting body would allow.

By the time he had returned to bed and bundled himself back under the covers the kettle had boiled and you were on your way back to your room. You shuffled along slowly, pausing every two steps to stop your nearly full mugs from spilling over the edge. Harry loved to point out the coffee drips that you left along the floor in your shared home so frequently. They were spread far and wide, and in fairness to you, most of the time you didn’t realise you had done it, else you would have wiped it up immediately.

“H?” you called softly, as you looked up from the mugs to see only a Harry sized lump under the doona as evidence that he was even there.

When you received only an, “Mmm?” in response you continued your slow spillage-avoiding pace up to his bed side table, placing the cup down gently.

“Are you feeling okay baby?” you kneeled down beside him, stroking his hair back from his face.

“Jus’ tired,” he muttered, not opening his eyes.

This shocked you somewhat. He’s always been a morning person, and never tended to sleep in two days in a row. The two of you had spent the morning in bed yesterday, having only crawled in in the (not even that) early hours of the morning and spent the rest of the day lazing about the apartment, nursing respective hangovers. Even with complaints of his hangover extending over into a second day, you had expected him to be itching to throw himself back into his routine, not curled up in bed still feeling shitty.

“You can back to sleep,” you assured, even though he seemed to already be halfway there. “Your coffee’s there if you want some.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him to it, closing the door softly on your way out.

Two hours later, Harry stirs once more from his sleep. His throat is dry as a bone, and his once dull headache is now pounding. He lifts his heavy head off the pillow and his eyes fall to his now cold coffee. He reaches over and takes a gulp, hoping to ease the feeling in his throat. Is not uncommon for him to awaken with a dryness to his throat, he often finds a hot coffee is enough to solve the problem, but alas, he is desperate enough to settle for the cold one before him for now. Instead of the relief he is craving, a burst of pain shoots through his throat each time he swallows a mouthful. He coughs as he places the mug back down, unwilling to have another sip.

And oh Jesus, it finally hits him. He’s sick.

All the signs he had shrugged off now became blaringly obvious to him in retrospect. And oh fuck.

Alarm bells go off in his brain as he registers the risk of what exactly this could be. He scrambles for his phone on his bedside table.

Harry: Don’t come upstairs.

You glance down at your phone as you feel the buzz of the notification. You had spent the morning pottering around the house, catching up on little chores the two of you had neglected over the past few days in the Grammy busy-ness and subsequent hangover. Happy with your efforts, you had settled back into having a lazy morning and were watching television on the couch quietly.

“Harry?” you call out in confusion as you read his text, already pausing the TV and standing up, intending to do the exact opposite of following his advice.

You can’t have made it three steps before he’s calling you. The wave of confusion is soon followed by one of extreme worry as you pick up the phone.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t come up I’m sick,” he spoke hoarsely.

“What do you mean?”

“Darling, it could be covid you can’t come up here,” he was cursing himself on the other end of the line. He should have been paying more attention to what his body was trying to tell him. Shouldn’t have been risking you like this. If he had it, he was sure he had already infected you too and guilt gnawed away at him.

This stops you in your tracks. You hesitate, you do. But ultimately, you know if he has covid, you’re probably already infected. If he does have it, which you are praying he doesn’t because young as he is, healthy as he is, there is always a risk. The worst running through your mind. If the worst were to happen, you would curse yourself until the day you died for not going to him right now.

“It’s not covid,” you tell him firmly.

“Baby-“

“Your tests from before the Grammy’s were negative, and we should be getting more test results back any minute that will be clean too,” you’re on the move again, absolute in your resolution. The both of you, along with all the other attendees of the ceremony, had been tested both before and after. They were meant to text each of you with your results any minute (or call, if they were positive, but that was a possibility you were trying to put aside).

“Even so, we can’t risk it until we get the results.” At the sound of your footsteps on the stairs he spoke your name sternly, halting your steps again.

“Harry,” you countered, matching his tone.

“Please don’t fight me on this. If you’re so sure that the result is going to be negative, and that they’re going to come in any second,” he pauses to cough, lungs and throat protesting with each word he speaks, “then a little while in bed by myself won’t kill me.”

“But-“

“Darling, please. If it is covid, I’ll never forgive myself for not doing everything in my power to try and keep you from getting it too,” the quiet desperation in his voice is the only thing that could break your resolve.

With a long exhale, you turned back down the stairs but kept the phone to your ear.

“Fine,” you huffed, “but only because I was always taught to respect my elders.”

“See that’s the good news,” he half laughed, half coughed at the exhalation of breath, “I’m not an old man with a two-day hangover, just a young man with an unspecified illness.”

“Do you still have your smell and taste?” you asked worriedly.

“I could definitely taste the cold ass coffee I just drank,” he rasped. He paused for a beat, hearing only the rustling of sheets. “And our bed still smells like you,” you heard the smile behind the comment, appreciating his sweet reference to the love he often professes he has for the way you smell.

“Sometimes I feel like it’s nothing you’re putting on, and sometimes I think it’s everything you’re putting on plus just, you. There’s no other smell like it and I wish I could just bottle it up and have it forever. Bloody aphrodisiac,” he had once told you.

“And you’re not running a fever?” You chewed the inside of your lip as you fired questions at him, a bad habit that reared its head when you were worried, stressed or concentrating hard.

On his end of the line, he felt his forehead for warmth. “Umm,” he considered it, “I’m not sure. Probably not.” He was actually pretty sure he had the beginning of one, but he could tell you were freaking out and he didn’t want to worry you any further until he heard for sure.

“I’m going to grab you a thermometer and some cold and flu tablets,” Harry immediately started to protest but you didn’t let him start. “I’ll put a mask on and just leave them outside the door. I’ll grab you some water and something to eat too. I’m not just leaving you sick up there with nothing.”

He sighed into the phone. “I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

You scoffed. “Of course not, I let you win the last one not more than five minutes ago.”

He sighed once more, and you rolled your eyes at your overdramatic boyfriend. “Fine, but you have to be in and out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you leaned the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you grabbed what you needed for him.

“I’m not joking, y/n. You have to be quick.”

You bit your tongue, refraining from snapping back. Did he seriously think you were stupid? You knew he didn’t, he was just sick and stressed about the situation, but that didn’t stop the flare of annoyance that burst through your chest. You shook it off, knowing it was misplaced.

“Okay I’m going to put the phone down so I can pop a mask on and run up,” luckily, you had a million masks around the house ready to go.

“Kay,” he muttered, eyes feeling droopy all over again.

You pull your mask on, and with arms full of supplies dashed up the stairs. Once you arrived at the door, you placed down the cold medication, water and thermometer as well as the banana you had snatched off the kitchen counter before turning and running back down the stairs.

As soon as you’re back down the stairs, you’re pulling your mask off and putting the phone back to your ear. You faintly hear the close of your bedroom door, deducing Harry had grabbed everything.

“I’m back,” you acknowledged your presence on the phone.

“Thank you for that, my love.”

Your phone dinged in your ear, indicating a new text message. You pulled it away from your ear to examine the contents of the text.

You breathed a small sigh of relief.

“They just texted me my covid test results, they’re negative.” Everyone had been tested upon their exit of the Grammy afterparty.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You silently prayed that pause wasn’t caused by him examining another incoming call, suggesting his results were positive and required an actual conversation.

“Mine are negative too,” he exhaled, you could hear the relief in his voice.

“Oh, thank god,” you said, already turning to go back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“I thought you were confident I didn’t have it,” he teased.

“Sorry somebody had to put on a brave face for Mr Worry Wart,” you teased right back. You hung up the phone as you reached the top step. Turning to the left and opening the door to your room.

You stride over to the bed wordlessly and climb in on your side, instantly wrapping both arms around him. He relished the embrace. You loved to poke fun at him, but sometimes the humour was just a way for you to mask how you were really feeling about things and deflect. Harry usually doesn’t point it out but he’s always aware of it.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice still croaky.

“I love you, too,” you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

You stayed like that for a moment longer before you swung into action, full nurturing mother bear mode activated.

“Now, have you taken your temperature? Taken some of the cold and flu tablets?”

At the shake of his head you frowned at him. “Come on then. You do that while I go make you a nice hot tea to soothe your throat. And a box of tissues,” you added at the sight of him sneezing practically hard enough to shake the room.

So back down to the kitchen you went for the third time that day, grabbing him both the tea, the tissues and a nice hearty bowl of porridge, figuring it would be gentle on his throat. “Temperature?” you asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of your doorway.

“No fever,” he punctuated with a cough.

You frowned as you watched it happen, his eyes were rimmed red, his nose beginning to run. He sat up in bed as you handed him the bowl of porridge. You placed the tea down so you could also hand him the box of tissues that had been tucked up under your arm.

“Thank you so much for all this, angel. But you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, I’ve got a cold, I’m not bed bound,” he grabbed my hand and traced the outside of my hand as he spoke.

“I know I don’t have to do it, but I want to do it. My baby’s feeling crappy I just want to do whatever I can to make him feel less so.” Even after all this time of being together, your cheeks flushed slightly at your sappy words. You meant them, of course, but intimacy was still not one of your strong suits. The way you were raised lacked those kinds of affirmations and endearments, and was never modelled practically in your parent’s relationship. It left you both craving it, and feeling uncomfortable when it actually occurred. With both experience and Harry’s help you had gotten better at it, but you still weren’t 100% there yet. He knew one day you would be, though, and he was so proud to see how much progress you had made. Even if you couldn’t always see it.

Hearing those words from you, was just one more indication at how far you’ve come, and it warmed not only his heart, but his whole chest. With his grip on your hand, he gave you a slight tug, encouraging you to lean forward. Just as you had five minutes earlier, he presses a kiss to your cheek, craving your lips but knowing he can’t have them right now.

“You’re too good to me,” he praised as you pulled away reluctantly, giving him space to enjoy his breakfast while it was still warm.

He expected a joking, I know, in response but instead he receives a serious, “There is no such thing as good too to you. You deserve the world.” You don’t break eye contact with him, even as he is too shocked at your response to form one of his own. “But all I got you was this bowl of porridge sorry babe,” you broke the tension, pulling your hand from his.

“Where are you going now?” He pouts at you as you grab the half empty coffee mug and make your way out of the room.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” you assure him, already planning how else you are going to fuss over him. He has to be well to go to London to start filming his new movie soon, you reason with yourself. But really, you know he could have nothing coming up and you could be the busiest you’ve ever been, and you would still play nurse for him.

By ‘right back’ he assumed you meant in half an hour, because his mug and bowl are both empty by the time you return, and he is nearly drifting back off to sleep. He is still somewhat upright, but slumped back into his pillow, head lolling to the side slightly, directed towards the door almost as though is watching and waiting for you. While still conscious, his blinks are becoming slower and slower, reminiscent of a baby. You coo at his adorable sleepy state, the moment tugs at your chest so strongly it is almost physically painful. Sometimes, the magnitude of your love for him nearly sweeps you off your feet. You just feel so damn lucky to have these wonderfully domestic moments with him. To see him like this, to be his person that gets to take care of him. While he is a rockstar and you get to do all sorts of crazy things with him that most people dream of (like for instance, watching him perform at and accept a Grammy), you love doing everyday life with him.

“It’s not quite sleep time yet, baby,” you spoke gently, hoping not to startle him too much.

He peeled his eyes open and pouted at you once more. “Why not?”

“Because it’s nice, long, hot, steaming shower time,” his frown deepened, clearly not wanting to move. “I promise you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

“You promise?” He refused to wipe the pout from his face, really stepping into being babied.

“I promise, now up you get,” you offered him both hands to help him up.

“Fine,” he groaned as he took your hands, and you pulled him up.

As soon as he was upright, he wrapped both arms around you and held you tight. He allowed himself a few short seconds before pulling away, not wanting to get you sick too. Even if it wasn’t covid, he still wanted his love well.

You shepherded him into the bathroom, where he winced once more at the brighter lighting. His eyes were always more sensitive to light when he had the flu. You turned the shower on for him while he got undressed, before turning to pull the blinds closed without him breathing a single word of complaint. His heart swelled with love for you for the hundredth time that day. To be loved by you was to be seen. He didn’t need to use his voice to be understood (though that communication obviously had its place).

“Take your time baby, let the steam help get all the bad stuff out,” you gave him a little smile before leaving, closing the door behind you to allow the steam to build up within the space.

Harry let out a sigh as he stepped into the stream of hot steaming water. You were right as ever, the steam helped clear him out somewhat, and even just feeling clean helped him to feel better already. He relished the heat and the soothing feeling of the water, massaging his scalp with shampoo as he began to wash up from head to toe.

He had no idea how much time had passed by the time he reluctantly turned the shower off and stepped into a big fluffy towel. He was much quicker in drying himself than he had been in the rest of his shower routine, eager to rug up in a jumper and some sweats (and some of those thick soft socks you bought him for winter).

He swung the en suite door open, contemplating where he left his comfy winter clothes last when he stops at the sight before him.

You’re putting the last pillowcase on, having changed the sheets completely. His breakfast dishes are cleared, replaced with a hot steaming bowl of vegetable soup and his bottle of water. You’ve dug the humidifier out of the cupboard as well and you’ve got it all set up and running for him. The book he was currently reading was picked up from its previous place on the living room coffee table and waiting for him on your pillow. The exact clothes he was about to grab were sitting at the edge of the bed, laid out ready for him.

“You’re an actual angel, ya know that?” He shakes his head in disbelief. He has no idea what he did in a past life to get so lucky. The success of the music, he can go to bed each night feeling like he has done a lot to earn. He’s worked hard for a long time, and while he accredited a good portion of it all to luck, he knew he wasn’t talentless or undeserving. With you, however, he had simply won the lottery. You weren’t a perfect person, but you were his perfect person. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to feel deserving of you.

“Only for you,” you say softly.

He strides over to you, holding his towel to keep it from falling as he went. He presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters an, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” you peer up at him. “Now get those on,” you gesture towards his clothes, “before your soup gets cold.”

“Where did the soup come from?” He asks as starts to shrug his towel off and pull his clothes on.

“Where did you think I went earlier?” you referenced your half hour long disappearance, having been downstairs chopping up and preparing vegetables to go into the homemade soup.

“Oh, angel,” he breathed, “you really are the best.”

“Oh stop. Don’t act like all of this is not exactly what you do every time I’m sick. Which is far more often than you are, I might add.” You weren’t wrong, he did baby you just as much if not more.

“You’re still the best,” he refused to relent.

“Yeah, yeah,” you end the conversation, not being able to handle too many compliments.

He lets it slide, knowing he could compliment you further and ask you to really hear what he was saying, because he meant it with his entire being. But you were doing so much for him, and he really was tired so he didn’t bombard you with more praise than you desired.

Once he was dressed, he hopped back under the covers and sat up with his soup. He didn’t have the appetite to finish it, but he knew as much of it as he could handle would do him some good.

You jumped into the shower yourself, wanting to feel as clean as the sheets did when you got into bed with him. By the time you were out of the shower and into your own pair of fresh comfy clothes, Harry had finished most of the bowl of soup and had set the remainder aside.

“Thank you so much, angel,” your cheeks tinted pink at the purposeful repetition of that particular pet name.

“Don’t mention it,” you crawled under the covers with him, picking up his book from your pillow. “Now, where were you up to?”

“Hmm?” he questioned.

“In your book, where were you up to?”

“Why?”

“So, I can read it to you, obviously.”

“Is that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“And why do you think I’m suddenly incapable of reading it myself?” He questioned, even though he was practically preening internally at the thought of your sweet voice reading his novel aloud to him. It was a beautiful novel, filled with rich descriptions and he just knew it would sound lovely rolling off your tongue, but you had already done so much for him today it was hardly for of him to let you offer this without giving you an out.

“I don’t think you’re incapable, I just know your eyes hurt when you’re sick and I can imagine it makes it hard to focus on the words. Plus, I always fancied a career in audiobooks,” you actually really wanted to do this for him, not viewing it as an inconvenience at all. In fact, you would probably find yourself disappointed if he told you he would rather read it himself.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to,” he looked you in the eyes, gauging your expression.

“I want to,” you promised.

“About page 150, you might have to read the first sentence to check.”

So, you began reading, until his eyes grew heavier and his eyes drooped. Slowly but surely, he drifted off into the realm of peaceful deep sleep.

Not before, of course, he muttered, more than half asleep, “I can’t wait to marry the shit out of you.”

[vannybarber]

Let Me Teach You

Summary: Jake hasn't had any sexual experiences before, so you decide to take the next step in your relationship and start him off.

Virgin¡Jake Jensen x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, virgin Mary Jake, oral (m to f & f to m), cum play, cursing, MAJOR fluff, Jake being so innocent 🥺, you corrupting him 😏.

"If it gets too much or overwhelming, just tell me and we'll stop okay?" You turn to Jake, closing the bedroom door.

He looks at you and nods his head nervously.

It was obvious as soon as the subject was brought up the first time, he was uncomfortable about it until he finally told you he was a virgin.

You thought it was sweet and you even got a little cocky knowing you're the farthest he's gone in a relationship and would be his first. You constantly let him know that your relationship was based off of love and he didn't have to do this yet, but he insisted, also adding on that he didn't know how he resisted you this long anyway.

And here you guys were, about to do something so life changing for him. It was an honor that he trusted you with his body and you were gonna take care of him.

You walk to the bed and sit on it, him following your movements. His face is red and he's smiling so nervously. You giggle at his state and rub his ram tatted arm.

"You don't need to be nervous, honey. I'm gonna make this the best experience for you. I won't hurt you, I promise," you calm him, giggling at the last sentence.

"I know, it's just so weird that this is literally happening. I didn't think it would come honestly."

And he had a point. When he first asked you out, it was a complete mess. You were searching for a new keyboard for your PC and he was trying with much difficulty to get your number. He ended up knocking an entire row of keyboards on the floor. It was the most adorable thing ever. He ended up coming over and setting up your tech.

"Well you trust me, don't you?" You wiggle a little closer till your thighs are touching.

"Yes, I do." He wraps his arm around your waist and smiles at you. You cup his face and kiss the side of his mouth.

"Well then you don't have to worry." You plant your lips on his and move in sync with his. You pull him back to the headboard, mouths still connected.

You lie back on the bed and Jake climbs over on you. One thing he was really good at was kissing, which you also taught him as well. He almost enjoys it more than computers.

Your hands slide up his shirt and he disconnects to get it off. You admire his toned torso. He goes red again when he sees you staring.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," you tell him, then continuing to kiss him again. He takes his own lead and trails his lips down your neck, concluding a soft moan from you.

"Can I take your shirt off, babe?" He looks at you for approval. Your heart jumps at his need for consent, although you've made it aware that he could do whatever he feels with you when he was ready. But he's such a gentleman and you loved it.

"Of course, baby", you get out, before he scrambles to remove your top. You sit up on your hands, completely bare on top and it legitimately took his breath away.

"Jake, breathe." You laugh, but cautiously wait for him to get himself together. He shakes his head before looking at you again.

"You wanna touch them? You can. Their just for you." You're getting really aroused by his shyness to seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He reaches his hands out and starts squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipples.

You bite your lip and give him a smirk with your eyes.

"Taste them if you want. Do whatever you like," you challenge him. He surprisingly, but quickly latched his mouth on them and starts flicking his tongue on the buds. You lean your head to the side and exhale. He switches over and does the same to the other one, biting it a tiny bit.

You squeal in shock and he pulls back fast.

"Did I hurt you? Was that too much? I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away! I didn't mean to-"

"Jake!" You cut him rambling, something he tends to do often. He stops and looks up at you hesitantly.

"It's alright, honey. It just caught me by suprise. I liked it, don't worry." You caress his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. He lets out a deep breathe.

"You wanna try something else?" you suggest.

"Yeah there is something- I well...I wanted to try. I...um saw it in a -a video?" He struggles to form a sentence.

"Jake, look at me. Just relax okay? This is safe place. Tell me whatever you need okay? Don't be nervous."

"Okay..well I wanted to try uh...or-al." He scrunched up his face, scared at your reaction. But you're overjoyed. You haven't received oral in you don't know how long. You grin at him, making his expression soften.

"You really want to?" He nods his head. "Well alright then!" You unbutton your pants and Jake yanks them down and off your feet. Heat is radiating off his body as he grabs the waistband of your panties.

"Go ahead, love." He drags them down effortlessly, with your help of lifting your lower half up. He chucks them behind him and runs his hands up and down his jean covered thighs.

You slowly open your legs and allow him to bathe in the glory that lies between your hips. He made a very audible gasp, which worried you for a second, but passed when you remembered the circumstances; he's never seen a pussy in real life.

"Its..so beautiful, oh gosh." You laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Thank you, but it would look so much better with your mouth on it." He meets your eyes, taken aback and you just wink at him. "Do you know how to do it?"

He gets all shy and looks down. "No, not exactly." You lift his chin up.

"Its super easy, Jakey. All you have to do it lick on my clit for a while and then I'll have my orgasm."

"Okay but where's the...um...clit?" You grab his right hand and hover it over your sopping pussy.

"You feel that little bud right there?" You take his index finger and plant it right on your clit. He nods his head.

"That's the clit, okay? Just keep licking there and don't stop."

"So right here?" He rubs a tiny bit on it and you throw your head back with a low "shit".

"Yes baby, exactly right there." He wastes no time laying on his stomach, face directly above your heat. You look at him once more.

"Whenever you're ready," you say, giving him the okay. He give you a smooth wink and licks a long strip to the top of your pussy. You suck in massive breath, completely thrown off. But he doesn't stop.

He maneuvers his tongue to find the bud that you helped him locate, which was now quicker to find. He flicks it 3 times and sucks on it, making a wet noise and a popping sound.

"Jake, what the actual FUUUCK!" You moan out, the top of your head literally in the mattress and he lifts his head in confusion. You jerk your head back up, with wide eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nonononono! Baby, you're doing so good for me, just keep going. I love it. It's perfect."

He grins at your desperation before diving his head back in. This time his flicks his tongue faster and raisies his eyes up to you, just like he learned in the video.

You catch his eyes and arch your back in response. Out of nowhere, he sticks two of his fingers inside you, throwing you off once again. You sit up on your forearms trying to process everything.

He raises his head and bites his lips.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You nod your head and groan, words not coming so easily to you.

"Jake, oh my goodness, I'm gonna cum all over your face! Please don't stop baby, fuck!"

This motivates him ten times harder knowing he's going to make a girl come for the first time in his life. He picks up the speed of his tongue and moans, pumping his thick fingers quicker and even deeper.

Your abdomen heats up and prepares for the huge wave of an orgasm. You grip the sheets as it consumes your entire body, all the way to your toes.

"Jake, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming !" Your body slowly dies down from the intensity and your lower half starts feeling the sensitivity. Jake stops his movements and proceeds to lick up the mess he caused. You grab his face and force your lips on his, wanting to taste yourself, but mostly express how he just made you feel.

You moan in his mouth, chasing his tongue then pulling back after a few seconds.

"So I'm guessing I did pretty good, huh?" His face is absolutely tomato red and he's cheesing so hard.

"Pretty good ?! You did fucking amazing baby! And the fingers? I didn't expect that at all." You breathlessly laughed. "That was the best oral I've ever gotten. I am so damn serious. That was amazing for it to be your first time."

He can't even form words to express himself, but you can certainly feel it.

"You deserve something for that. Can I suck you, honey?" As you ask, you grab him through his shorts, palming him. He makes a tiny groan before nodding his head. You move from your position and he lies in your place.

Unbuttoning his khakis, you watch him and he watches you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you remove his shorts and rubs both hands on his hard on over his briefs. He balls his fists up and moans slightly.

You finally pull down his briefs to a suprise. His length hits his lower abdomen and you just freeze. One thing he also knew was that he was big. Especially in width.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Like the angle of the dangle?" You look up at him and he wiggles his eyebrows. You just shake your head laughing. For someone who has a small presence, he has an big present.

"I'm just hoping I can take all of it." And you were being completely straight up. He was really big. Not that you were complaining though.

"I guess we're gonna find out, aren't we?" He was getting really bold after his little performance on you and you were living for it.

"We sure are. Get comfy, baby." He wiggles his back and places his hands behind his head, waiting for your move.

You take the head of him and suck on it with a pop. It was your favorite part. Just swirling your tongue on it's surface got you off. You look up at him and he's already gone.

"Geez, Y/N." His head is thrown back and his toes are curled. You move down on him till his shaft is three quarters in your mouth. You gag on him, which makes you moan. This causes him to jerk his hips up, pushing himself further in you. You quickly bob your head and twist it around all while keeping eye contact.

"Baby, that feels wicked!" You almost laugh at his choice of words, even with tears forming in the bed of your eyelids. He grabs your hair and thrusts himself up in your mouth.

"I think I'm gonna come! Y/N, I'm gonna come! HELP ME!" You pull away from him and pump him while trying to calm him down.

"Jake, baby, it's okay. Just let go for me. Just let it happen. It'll feel so good, I promise." You go back down on him and move your head faster. Not a minture later, do you feel him twitch in your mouth. He let's out a long strain of what sounds like a groan/moan/scream. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and slide down.

You release him from your mouth and get a good look at him, licking your fingers. He's completely disheveled and is clearly not in reality at the moment. You give him a second to come back down and straddle him.

"Oh my fucking goodness." You smile at his adorable reaction. "That," he jerks his head up at you, "was absolutely amazing! Did you swallow it?" He genuinely wonders and its so funny.

"Every last drop," you say, licking the palm of your hand.

"That is just so hot. What the actual shit." You lean down and devour him, desperate to have him inside you now. He grabs your ass and squeezes it, kissing you back.

"Want me to ride you, honey? I can ride you so good. You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and show me you like it, okay?" Again, he just nods, probably still shocked this all is even happening to him.

You rub your pussy, getting it wet all over and grab him, lining it up with your entrance. You slide down, wincing a bit as it stretches your pussy to adjust to his size. Once you're good you set your hands on his broad chest and start moving on him.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're literally squeezing me right now."

"You're so big, baby. I'm trying to take it as best as I can," you moan out, looking back and watch your ass jiggle on his pelvis. He grips your hips and slaps your right cheek, which encourages you to move faster.

"Oh my gosh, you're stretching me so good, Jake. Damn."

"I know that tight little pussy can take me. C'mon babe." You have no idea where he got this talk from, but he's doing it very well. You move so you're bouncing on his lap, skin slapping against his, making large echoes in the room.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Daddy." You were so into it, you didn't realize you let it slip. But he didn't mind not one bit.

"Keep riding Daddy just like that. Want me to fill you up? Want Daddy to cum inside with pretty little pussy?" All you can do it let out a lengthy whine. You bounce harder at his words.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cumm" You let bliss take over you for a moment as you cum all over him. Just as you come down from your climax, Jake starts thrusting in you, chasing his own. You bend down and capture his lips, helping him out. You move down next to his ear, breathing into it.

"Cum for me, honey. I wanna feel you cum inside me. Take what you want." Holding on to his shoulders, Jake adds a few more hard thrusts at your 'encouraging' words.

"That's it, Daddy. Do it just like that for me. Fill my pussy up." And that does it for him. He squeezes your ass one more time before he shoots his load deep inside you. You moan at the feeling of his warm load filling you up. He goes limp, attempting to catch his breath.

You sit up and look at him, smiling proudly.

"Jakey, you did so amazing for me." You kiss his swollen cherry lips. He just sheepishly smiles. You can tell he's impressed with himself.

"I always knew you had it in you. Now it's inside me."

Let's just give a round of applause for Jakey. He learned so fast and so good. 🥺 I love him so much.

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[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Sohn Youngjae/Eric - Spoiled

prince! Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex

This was supposed to be part of a different fic series starring Eric, Juyeon and OC/Reader. I altered it to be a standalone for now, cause I'm not too happy with how the other parts turned out. But we'll see.

It's the week after his 20th birthday and the Prince's schedule had been hectic. He was now burdened with even more responsibilities and training to prepare him for the day where he will bear the King's crown, and continue his father's legacy. Of course. he understood the importance of it all, but right now he just wanted to collapse into bed and avoid everyone for a while.

He had just finished sitting in on a meeting with the board of school directors, where they drilled him incessantly with questions on how he would improve the education system. He quickly strolled away from the meeting room, hoping to leave before anyone could try to talk to him. When he was sufficiently far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and shuffled towards his bedroom.

He threw the door open and slammed it shut once he was inside, faceplanting into bed and tried to take a nap. A soft knock on the door caused him to let out a strangled scream. Why couldn't they just let him rest? He was close to tearing his hair out when he heard a familiar voice through the door. "Eric, sweetheart, are you alright? If it's not too much trouble can I come in?" You asked gently. Eric weakly called out a 'yes' and soon you were in his room, smiling pitifully at him. You walked over to the bed and sat next to him, whose face was still buried in his pillows. You caressed his blonde hair reassuringly, and he leaned into your touch, appreciating the comfort it brought him. "Poor baby, they're working you to death already, aren't they?" Eric mumbled something in response, being lulled to sleep from your soothing touch. You laughed softly, cooing internally at how cute he looked when he was sleepy. "You'll need to change into some comfy clothes, and then you can take a nap, baby."

You got up and rummaged through his closet, finding an oversized, low-cut baby blue sweater, and a pair of plaid shorts and brought them over to the bed. With a lot of whining from Eric, you managed to coax him into a sitting position, where you helped him change out of his formal day attire, which was a crisp white button-up, black tie and slacks, with a black sash across his torso. The poor boy was nodding off the whole time he was helped out of his clothes, curling up into a fetal position on the bed when they were done. Chuckling to yourself, you picked up all his clothes and put them in the laundry basket before returning to his bedside. Eric whined and made grabby hands at you to join him in his nap, needing your presence to soothe him. And who were you to refuse such a favor from your favorite boy? You kicked off your heels and slid into bed, drawing the covers around you both as you continued to run your fingers through his soft blonde locks. Appreciating the warmth, Eric cuddled closer and was soon sound asleep.

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Eric blinked blearily. The room was tinted orange from the last few rays of the sun. He had slept through afternoon tea and probably dinner as well. He was still drowsy from the warmth around him, which was your embrace. You were still sound asleep, chest rising and falling steadily before Eric's face. Your lilac sundress had slipped down slightly, revealing your cleavage and he couldn't help but stare. Just a few days ago, he'd had the pleasure of seeing and feeling your body, an indulgent treat you and Juyeon hyung had planned for his 20th birthday. He felt himself hardening as the memories of that night came flooding back. It would be a lie to say he hadn't thought about it over and over again the past few nights, but all three of you had been too busy that week, to meet up and relive that experience. The tip of his hardening length grazed against your thigh, causing him to whimper at the feeling. He deliberated whether he should wake you up and ask for help with his situation. As he went over it in his mind, he subconsciously began grinding against your thigh, the delicious friction of his dick against his shorts. Biting his lip, he struggled to keep his low whines in. He was too far gone by now, shutting his eyes and pleasuring himself.

So far gone that he did not notice you awake from her nap and watch him get himself off by humping her leg like a puppy. "Enjoying yourself there, sweetheart?" Eric gasped and froze in horror, not daring to open his eyes. He felt your warm hand caress his face and touch his lips. You slipped your thumb between his lips and he willingly sucked on it, opening his eyes slowly. You looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "If you wanted my help, all you needed to do was ask. I'll give it to you anytime you want, baby boy." Eric moaned around the finger in his mouth and you replaced it with your tongue. You sloppily made out until-

"Please," he gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me noona I need it so bad" he begged, with another rut of his hips against yours. A dark wet spot had now formed in the front of his shorts from all the leaking precum. "I'll take care of you, just try to relax, okay?" You assured him as You began stripping off your dress and helped Eric out of his clothes. Once they were both fully naked, Eric leaned back on the pillows against the headboard, his cock red and erect, leaking precum all over his belly. His eyes transfixed onto You, who crawled up to bed to lean over him, and grasped his chin to connect their lips in another searing kiss. His hips bucked upwards, desperate for some relief. You settled next to him, reaching out a hand to stroke his shaft, prompting more precum to dribble from his swollen tip. You collected the sticky fluid with your fingertip and spread it all over his shaft and balls and began to pump his cock slightly faster. Eric let out a hoarse moan, hips thrusting in time with your strokes. You pulled his face close, burying it in your cleavage. Eric took it as a sign to kiss all over your chest, finally zero-ing in on a pierced nipple, sucking hard and giving it kitten licks. He moved on to your other nipple, this time giving it hard flicks with his tongue and gentle playful bites on and around it.

You hummed in pleasure as he toyed with your breasts, speeding up the hand on his cock, twisting and tugging at it as well. With one hard tug, Eric shot his cum over both of you, some of it even reaching his lips. You didn't stop pumping him, and he was hard again in seconds. However, the overstimulation was too much for the prince. He gasped to catch his breath, trying to pull your wrist away, but you would not let up. You simply licked the cum off his lips and continued stroking him with a mischievous smile. You gave a long, deliberate stroke from base to tip and suddenly pulled away, leaving Eric groaning at the loss of friction. You pushed him down with your clean hand to lie down comfortably as you straddled him. Your cum-splattered hand was rubbing your pussy, your own juices mixing with his. You moaned as you thumbed your clit, your other fingers inside your folds, spreading yourself open. You dove down for a quick, sweet kiss to the blonde's lips and positioned yourself above his twitching cock.

You guided his tip towards your folds, and rubbed your clit on it, causing Eric to flinch. You put his tip into your entrance, and without warning, fully seated yourself on his cock, feeling his balls against your ass. Both of you let out pained moans; Eric from feeling his length suddenly surrounded by tight, wet heat; you, from taking all of Eric without preparation. Eric wasn't as big as Juyeon, but he was still a decent size. You let out a breathless laugh. "I can feel you throbbing inside me baby." Once you had gotten used to the feeling, you leaned forward to better leverage yourself to ride him. You lifted your hips up, leaving only his tip in your pussy, only to slam yourself back down. Both of you moaned in time as You repeated your actions. Slowly, you reduced your speed, but maintained the force. Your tits bounced deliciously with each thrust and Eric was fully enjoying the view. He had one hand on one of your breasts, and the other grabbing your ass, gripping it tight whenever you clenched around him.

"Noona, noona fuck I'm so close," Eric groaned. You leaned in to kiss him, whispering "Cum with me, baby." You wrapped a hand around his throat and rode him faster, chasing their orgasms. The blonde moaned shamelessly every time You tightened your grip around his throat, his hands gripping your waist so hard that You knew it was going to bruise tomorrow. You felt his hips stuttering as he thrust upwards, meeting your halfway as you impaled yourself on his cock over and over again, feeling it abuse your g-spot. You kept your eyes locked on Eric, appreciating how beautifully fucked out he looked. Sweaty blonde hair askew, lips pink and raw from being kissed and bitten, drooling dumbly, moaning like a whore, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You even took the time to admire how your rings glittered against his tanned throat. You choked him harder and harder until you felt his breath hitch, cheeks flushing dark red. Suddenly you felt him grab your hips and pull you impossibly closer, burying himself in your heat as he choked out a silent scream, filling your pussy with hot thick cum. You felt his cock twitch inside your as it spurted out more cum, and You instinctively clenched around him to keep as much of it inside you.

Eric let out a string of broken moans, begging you to stop once you withdrew your hand from his throat. He could not handle the overstimulation but you continued to grind yourself onto his softening cock, opting to finish yourself by rubbing and pinching your clit, and whispering praises to him, telling him what a good boy he was being, and how good he was making you feel. The boy sobbed, grabbing at the sheets to steady himself as you drew closer to your orgasm, a final tug at your clit sending your over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you wrenched yourself off Eric's now soft cock, thighs trembling as a mixture of both of your cum dripped from your abused hole. You fall forward, resting your cheek on his shoulder, both of you breathing in time trying to catch their breath. Eric's hands came up to rest on the small of your back, gently caressing your skin as a way of thanks as they lay there for a while, being lulled to sleep from pure exhaustion and satisfaction.

The prince was soon fast asleep, and you giggled at the sight of him peacefully snoring away. You carefully extracted yourself from his embrace and stumbled your way to his bathroom, legs feeling like jelly from your escapades. You wet a towel and began cleaning you both off, Eric humming in his sleep at the feeling of the warm cloth on his skin. Once you were done, you grabbed a large, dry towel and spread it out on the bed, not willing to risk waking the prince up to change the sheets. Instead, You carefully rolled him to the side, for he was completely fast asleep by then. Once the towel was laid to cover the wet spots, you moved him into a more comfortable position and pulled him into your embrace. Smiling slightly in his sleep, Eric snuggled closer to his favourite noona and soon you joined him in the most comfortable sleep either of you had had all week.

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Kinktober 2020 — phone sex

A/N: this is actually the first of my kinktober fics I finished because I was thirsting over Iwaizumi with some friends and it gave me the kick I need ouo

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Description: Iwaizumi woke up with a rather inconvenient situation at hand when he’s continents away from you. Thankfully, you were waiting for him by the phone already.

Warning: phone sex, orgasm denial, dirty talk, masturbation

Word count: 2472

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Being in a long distance relationship meant that you were always compromising and working together to find ways to keep your hearts tight knit even when your boyfriend was at the other end of the world right now. Hearing his voice at night before going to bed always left you with a warm chest as you drifted off to sleep and he felt all the more motivated for his day with your voice being the first thing he heard in the morning. It was a convenient arrangement made possible by the coincidentally matched up time zones you were in. 

The night was low and you felt like as each moment passed by, you got closer and closer to falling asleep under the gentle haze of your night lamp. Iwaizumi usually call you around this time but your phone was scary silent right now. You rolled onto your side, holding the glowing screen in hand as you waited impatiently for your good night call.

You beamed when the ringtone you set for him echoed in the room, not waiting another second before swiping the bar that appeared on your phone.

“Morning, Hajime,” you said, the pitch of your voice going higher unintentionally as you laid on your stomach.

You could hear his breathing from the other end of the call, a low and steady rhythm vibrating through your ears and made you feel like you could actually sense his chest rising and falling. Other than his breaths, he was being awfully quiet. He usually greeted you with a level of energy that seemed unmatched to the time where he was before proceeding to ask you about your day.

“Hajime?” you called for him, wondering if he could even hear you at all with how little responses you were getting.

A loud exhale reached your ear and you could hear the sound of his lips opening slowly. You waited, feeling slightly on edge at what he possibly wanted to say that made him so intense.

“Can I ask you something?” his voice was still a bit hoarse, a sign that he called you almost immediately upon waking up. 

You propped yourself up with your elbows on the mattress, “Yeah?”

He gulped, and you hold your breath in as he let out yet another shaky breath.

“What are you wearing right now?”

You blinked, his words slowly settling in your head. You felt bad for the reaction you gave him but you couldn’t help but chuckle at how he uttered those few words like he was about to tell you that he was going to war.

“Iwaizumi kun,” you teasingly said as you got on your back, shifting on top of your blanket to get comfy, “is this your attempt at initiating phone sex?”

You bit down on your lips to hold in your laughter as the other end of the call fell into silence, already able to imagine his flustered face in your mind when he realised that he wasn’t as subtle as he had planned to be.

“Is it working?” he stuttered and your face was starting to hurt from how wide your grin was.

“You know I can’t say no to your morning voice,” you replied in amusement. You threw your head back against your pillow, wondering if you should lie about being in something a little bit racier than what you actually had on to get him going. No, what’s the point of phone sex if you weren’t imagining the other person to be exactly what they were looking like in real time? You licked your lips, your hand trailing down your body before stopping at your exposed thighs.

Nevermind, this was more than enough to get his blood boiling anyways.

“I’m wearing...” you pressed your voice down on purpose, giving a pause to get him anticipating, “your old shirt,” his breath hitched and you knew you had a winning shot on your hands, “teal cotton panties...”

Iwaizumi felt his face heating up at the visual of you drowning in his shirt, the blue of your panties poking out just a little under the shirt that was too big for you. He was trying his hardest to remain his cool, swallowing the saliva that was pooling in his mouth before letting out what he hoped would be a seductive hum.

You felt the tingles on your skin at the sound. Oh, how you wished you were there to see the face he must be making. He thought he could pretend to be calm but you knew him better than that. God knows how cute he was whenever he tried to act cool but was secretly a mess inside. You arched your back slightly to get yourself into the mood of a temptress ready to wreck her lover’s flustered little head, your palm going up from your lower stomach and stopping to give your breast a performative squeeze.

“And no bra.”

Nothing could stop the groan from leaking out of his mouth and you felt your skin getting hot at the lustful noise. “Fuck...”

“So what are you going to do now? Touch yourself to the image of me in your clothes?” you slipped your hand under the t-shirt you were wearing, a silent sigh escaping as you rolled your perked nipples between your fingers, “Or, are you going to be a good boy and tell me why you’re being so desperate this morning? Hm?”

Iwaizumi held his phone onto his ear by his shoulder, his hands wandering down to palm the painful erection that was in his boxers. He usually wouldn’t bother you over something like a morning wood, knowing how much you would tease him over it. But the things he saw in his dreams last night was far too vivid that even his usual cold shower would not suffice.

“I-” he tried to hold back a moan as he pushed down the band of his boxers, his aching cock sprung up against his lower stomach, “I dreamt of you last night.”

“Oh?” you put your phone on speaker mode and placed it to the side, moving your free hand down to your clothed pussy, “what filthy dream did you wake up to that got you so needy?”

Just thinking about it got his mind in a flurry, and his cock pulsed as he tried to articulate it in words. “You are here in my bed, on all fours.”

You let out a soft mewl, your finger pressing down on your clit as he spoke. You circled the sensitive bug with your index finger, the other digits tracing along your folds. “And?”

He had his legs propped up, his feet flat on his mattress as he laid down, fisting his length as he imagined that it was your hand touching him instead. “Begging for me to fill your tight cunt up.”

You slowly plunged in your fingers, the image of his thick cock pounding you from behind as his hands dig into the soft flesh of your hips slowly getting clearer in your head and you could feel the wetness gushing out. “This tight cunt I’m touching now?”

He gave himself a firm tuck, focusing on your voice as he furrowed his eyebrows together. “Yes-”

He nearly lost it when you laughed breathily, the curl of each crisp note blurring the line between a chuckle and a moan. “You’re so filthy,” you said, pumping your fingers in and out of your walls to accentuate each word, “thinking about such obscene, such... naughty things when you’re alone. What a bad boy...”

His lips fell open as he slowly started moving his hand, going from the base of his cock to the leaking tip and collecting the bead of pre-cum on his thumb before spreading it down again. He could imagine your face, grinning at his suffering like the little minx you were while you had your hand inside your pussy. He held onto the slight squelching he could hear, imagining how warm your cunt was when it squeezed down on his length.

“You want to know what I’m thinking about?” you said, closing your eyes as the sound of his pants filled your room, “I’m thinking about how pretty you always look when I’m riding your cock,”

The slapping noises got louder, and you arched your back at the thought of him jerking off to what you were describing. Your fingers were nowhere near as good as his fat cock in your pussy but for now, the scissoring of your digits to the rhythm of his pumping had to suffice.

“Your cock stretching me out, face red and handsy as you bottom out of me again and again,” you felt the knot in your stomach tightened, your hand altering between rubbing your sopping folds and dredging against your spongy insides.

“Shit-” he held himself down by the sheer force of will as his hips instinctively snapped up, trying to emulate how you always set your rhythm when you fuck yourself on his cock. He wished he could have the real deal, that the sight of your tits bouncing and your trembling lips would not disappear if he opened his eyes. 

“Hajime-” 

Your sweet moans of his name were as close as he would get for now, and he gritted his teeth as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

“I-” you whined as you spread your juices with your finger, flicking and rubbing your engorged clit as you tried to stop the waves of pleasure from crashing onto you so soon, “I want to see you-”

He growled and the sound made you shiver. His other hand fumbled to hold onto his phone, struggling to open his eyes as he pressed onto the video call option. You could not hold yourself back anymore when you got ahold of the screen with shaking hands.

He looked even more delicious than you had imagined him to be. HIs abs flexing as his muscles clenched. His cock was an angry shade of purple on the tip with trails of white leaking out. It looked so much bigger when he shot himself at that angle and it was like you could feel his length rubbing against your walls as your own breaths got more erratic. The vein at the underside of his shaft was pulsing with each pump.

But his face. God, his face was so much better even though you thought you already had it imprinted on the back of your head. His eyebrow knitted together, lips parted as his jaw clenched. There was a bead of sweat forming on his forehead, dropping down from the sharp edges of his handsome face down to his neck. You could tell that he was getting closer when his throat bobbed, his shoulders tensing up as the defined lines of his collarbone moved in sync.

“Stop,”

A loud whimpered ripped from the back of his throat at your command. You felt a toe curling pleasure from the sheer power rush that your strong boyfriend was so obedient to your order even when he was so desperate to get off just earlier. You slipped your fingers back in, arching them by the knuckle and let out a breathy sigh. 

“Start again, do it slowly.” your eyes never peeled away from the screen as you spoke, watching as his features twitched as he did exactly what you had told him. His movements were rigid, clearly in pain as he held himself back. The numbing shock was more intense now that you denied his release once, and he could feel his legs trembling with how hard his muscles were spasming.

“Baby, please...”

“Please what?” you sped up the pumping of your fingers inside of your cunt, feeling the coil inside of the pit of your stomach forming again.

“Please let me cum-"

You felt your senses being pushed past the edge as his needy tone. To make a man like Iwaizumi beg you for release with tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he pursed his lips together was hotter than anything else you could have conjured up in your wildest imagination.

“Then cum for me,” you whimpered as you felt your own orgasm washing over you, your arm feeling as if it was about to cramp up as your toes curled, “milk your cock for me. There you go-”

His voice cracked as he resumed his pace, each tug and rub of his hand on his cock making him see white. The camera was shaking as he struggled to hold it still. His jaw hurt from how hard he was bearing his teeth. The sloppy noises of him getting off were all you heard when he knocked his phone down, his hand gripping the sheets beneath him as he came crashing down.

Even with the camera blurring out, there was no mistaking what the dots of white covering the lens was as he collected his breath. A loud thump coming through your ear as his panting slowly get softer.

Your chest was heaving as you laid there, slowly pulling your hand away from your drenched panties as you stared at your roof. You hold your phone to your ear after the screen turned black and his contact was the only thing showing on it again.

“So,” he was still a bit out of his breath as he spoke, “how was your day?"

You snorted, pressing your palm against your chest to feel your rapid heartbeats. 

“Ending with a bang much thanks to your horniness.”

He chuckled, the sound tickling your ear and making the corner of your lips curl up. “My horniness? When you’re the one that gets to see me and I don’t even get a pic?”

“Awe, but you make the cutest face when you cum though?” you did not need to see to know that he was starting to blush again. You shook your head, grinning to yourself, “Do you want me to send you something to make it up to you then?”

“Please, but not now,” he groaned, rolling to his side and bury his face onto his pillow, “I probably won’t have the energy to do shit if I go two rounds just in the morning.”

“Later then,” you said, “maybe it can be your turn to give me a morning call this time.”

He licked his lips at the thought of what you might be sending him, “Sure.”

“Be good for me today, ok?” you bite back a chuckle as he huffed.

“Of course.”

“Good boy,” he felt himself shivering at the honey sweet sound of your coos, “good night.”

The girl of his dreams, always playing him like a fiddle. He sighed, feeling just a bit more awake knowing he had something to look forward to later on.

“Good night.”

[miyalove]

mornings | bokuto koutarou

—pairing: bokuto x gn!reader

—warnings: manga spoilers, swearing, fluffy fluff (literally that’s it), unedited*

—synopsis: 1.9k | waking up at 5 am is not humanly moral in your book, but maybe you can make an exception for when your boyfriend texts in need of some help

—dedication: @kei-kui​, & @tobiosmilktea​ thank you for helping me figure out what bokuto/gym 3 would smell like! you’re answers were heavily appreciated! 🤧✨ 

[4] UNREAD MESSAGES FROM KOU 🦉💞

[5:01 AM] Hey hey you busy right now? 🤔🤠

[5:01 AM] (Y/n)!! Wake uuuup 😡

[5:01 AM] It pains me to say this but i need your help! It’s important!!!!

[5:02 AM] HELLO? ☹️ Come to my dorm asap!! pretty please 🥺

waking up at 5 am is never an ideal concept. never in your life would you have thought that waking up at the ass crack of dawn was a good idea. whether it be for you, your family, or even your sweet boyfriend…

it just isn’t worth it!

at least that’s what your thinking when you sit up, blinking at the unseen messages on your bright— bright phone screen. you’re grumbling for a while, a whole five minutes to be exact. pouting and muttering curses at your bimbo boyfriend that you love so much because how dare he deprive you of something as sacred as sleep!

he’s so lucky you live less than 10 minutes away from the black jackal dorms because if that wasn’t the case, you would have turned down his request instantly. getting out of your car, you enter the building wanting to get out of the chilly morning air as quick as humanly possible. 

you’re wandering the halls in a big sweater (which, more than likely, is bokuto’s) glaring at the carpeted floors as they get lost under your slippers. you’re not dressed in anything special. there’s no fancy underwear, neatly combed hair, or even an ounce of makeup on your face— nope.

if your boyfriend wanted to rip away at your sleep than he must handle you at your most natural state. it’s a punishment, you say to yourself but he’s bokuto, you remind. he’ll probably love you even more…

you roll your eyes at the wholesome thought.

finally, you’ve arrived at your destination. the ugly creme colored door stares back at you almost challengingly, mockingly.

on the other side of this stupid door is your even stupider boyfriend. seriously, i have time to turn back, you think, i could say “oh sorry i was asleep— like every normal human at the time— so i couldn’t come to your room, kou.”

your glaring intensifies at the thought of bailing.

i’m already here… fuck it, i guess.

with a sigh of defeat, you knock on the door once, twice, three times before you’re greeted with the familiar face of your lovely boyfriend.

he’s smiling down at you, pearly whites on full display and his enchanting eyes smile at you too. his mop of hair isn’t slicked up like usual. you can’t but smile at how good the man before you looks with his long hair covering his forehead. it’s a rare sight, when his hair is down, so you take every chance you get to reveal in the moment whenever he’s like this.

but you can’t stray away from your thoughts, just yet.  don’t get it twisted, you’re still angry at him, but god, does he look good. his cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and his tan skin glistens with a sheer layer of what you think is sweat.

“i knew you’d make it,” he loudly greets, pumping his chest out in confidence like an owl successfully hunting it’s prey. you can hear the excitement in his tone and it makes you curious as to what is so truly important that he woke you up at this hour.

if only your curiosity beat out your grumpiness, “ugh!” you groan.

“why am i here and what exactly is so important, kou?” you push past him, making a turn straight for his bed. plopping down face first into his thick, comfy sheets.

the scent reminds you of him— musky, smelling of an adventure deep in a mossy forest and the faint scent of air salonpas (essential oils, white flowers, and vapor rub). so many contrasting scents but as cliche as it sounds; it’s comforting. a spicy, woody scent that can only be described as; bokuto koutarou.

with blankets, pillows, sheets and a whole comforter wrapped around you it feels like you’re enveloped in his arms, pressed against his chest. a small smile tugs at your lips, eyes fluttering shut ready to welcome slumber.

you’re so close to sleep.

so close to slipping back into the dark euphoria…

“(y/n)? no! get up! i didn’t call you here to sleep, silly!” you vaguely hear him whine. and your heart skips a little, imagining his pout.

but you were so close!

you sigh a mixture of sleepy disappointment and crabbiness but that doesn’t stop you from sitting up, rubbing your eyes, and turning your attention back to your stupidly adorable lover.

you’re in the middle of a yawn when you grumble out a response, “then why am i here?”

rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, there’s no response. maybe he went to the bathroom? you shift on the bed, fluttering your eyes back open only to be met with two piercing golden eyes meeting your gaze. your heart sputters in your chest.

there’s a soft smile on his face. his eyes blink with an unclear emotion as they stare. if only you could read his mind then you’d have your answers.

bokuto doesn’t move, you’re so adorable! and sometimes he genuinely thinks you think the opposite. how? that’s beyond him.

he can’t help but stare. he’s so stupidly in love with you that you could tell him to jump out of his dorm window right now and he’d do it without hesitation, probably even do a backflip too because anything to impress you, right? so blindly whipped and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not… either way, he’d rather not find out.

snapping out of his trance, his expression changes instantly, “you’re doing this on purpose!” he points an accusing finger in your direction. his eyes are narrowed, brows furrowed, lips tucked into a pout.

 you remain in his bed, head tilted to the side clearly confused.

“doing... what on purpose?”

he snaps his head away from you, “you’re just so cute, how can i not get distracted, silly.” he’s talking in pout at this point, words getting mumbled aloud. you can’t see if he’s blushing or not, but knowing him, that’s probably why he turned away from you in the first place.

there’s a silence, now. he can’t help but think he said or did something wrong. panic slowly settles in his chest, weighing him down but then you speak, “koutarou, i love you. i really do, but if you don’t tell me why the hell i came here at 5 am then i’m going to—”

“exercise!” and suddenly, your boyfriend is high in the air, arms out stretched in a cheer. you freeze, visibly stiffening and he just knows that he’s fucked up somehow. you aren’t saying anything. the two of you are just making awkward eye contact, bokuto debates on explaining his thoughts... 

you can see the gears turning in his head, mentally you chuckle at your boyfriend’s thinking face. his brows are scrunched and lips are pursed. if this was a children’s cartoon, smoke would probably be coming out of his ears at how hard he’s working his brain. 

you decide to give him a break, “exercise for what? like jogging?”

he sighs and across the room you see the tension leave his shoulders.

“no! i’ve forgotten how to jog anyways so that’s out of the picture,” you cant help but giggle because that was a habit he developed in high school. “forgetting” how to do basic things. it’s nice to know that somethings remain the same despite years passing by. he waves off your giggle though and instantly looks over to gage your reaction. seeing your expression the same as before: confused and tired, he continues, “i just needed motivation to do some dorm exercises!”

golden eyes once again meet yours. his million watt smile rivals the bright aura hinata radiates. you love seeing him so happy, but that doesn’t stop you from probing more, “motivation like how?”

a beat of silence, he walks to the side of his bed standing across from you. his large hand reaches out towards you and he nods reassuringly at your figure. it’s times like these when you silently thank any god that’s out there because this beautiful, beautiful man is yours.

grabbing at his callous hands, he guides you to the floor gently laying you down. your gazes connect for a split second and his eyes glow with admiration, there isn’t a foggy veil that indicates a double meaning with his actions so with that you lie down comfortably still.

you trust him.

but sometimes trust can only go so far without explanation.

it’s when he situates himself on top of you, his hands are on both sides of your head and he hovers a top of your figure for a few seconds. your eyes widen, a pink blush creeping up on your cheeks. your hands swiftly fly up to cover them from embarrassment.

“kou? what— what are you doing?” but the words die on your tongue as quickly as he bends down to come face-to-face with you. his lips merely a few inches away from yours.

“that’s one…” his voice is velvet against your skin, pleasant and soft. he’s so close to you. if he drops down any lower, you’re sure he could hear the rapid beating within your chest.

he doesn’t move for a while, holding his stance quite literally hovering right above your figure. his intense stare doesn’t leave yours and you wish you could hold it but with such a handsome boy staring at you like that it’s kind of really difficult.

you let out a shaky breath, “what are you doing?”

“that’s one, (y/n),” he’s speaking slowly, “that means… one kiss!”

did you just hear that correctly!? your face felt like it was on fire. a blush spreading to your ears that could make a certain middle blocker’s hair jealous. god, did he really just say that? and so confidently too? who was this man? you want to say something but the words choke at your throat, and you’re gapping like a clueless fish.

noticing your shock, bokuto’s fast to speak up. with on brow raised, he’s smirking down at you, “huh? you’re acting like we’ve never kissed before!”

he does have a point. why all of a sudden you’re so flustered about this is beyond you. you’ve both been in a happy relationship for the past nine months and to get flustered over merely kissing was sort of ridiculous on your end. 

but you can’t help it, bokuto koutarou is by far the most handsome, genuine, and absolutely adorable man all wrapped up into one big, beefy package. how can you not get flustered whenever this man ask for a kiss? 

sighing aloud, you finally get those fleeting thoughts past you. bokuto’s figure is still hovering over you, his arms shake a bit at the plank position he’s stuck in but his smile doesn’t fade. you lean close placing a fleeting kiss on his lips.

giggles are exchanged (but bokuto’s “giggles” usually end up shaking up the whole room. he has a very large flare for the dramatics), small brief glances, and smiles. you’re both having a good time. helping your boyfriend with something as simple as working out never felt so great.

it is at the 78th push-up, at the 78th kiss that you realize… maybe early mornings aren’t all that bad after all.

[toukenramblings]

Child Saniwa: Azuki Nagamitsu, Ichigo Hitofuri, Horikawa Kunihiro

Ah shit y’all, back at it again with the memes. Thank you for requestin, love~!

Azuki Nagamitsu

“I am pleased to meet you, my name is Azuki Nagamitsu...”

“....”

Azuki takes one goddamn look at this baby saniwa and is immediately claiming it as his child. Yes he’ll fight the entire citadel to stake his claim, he’s signing the adoption papers right now. No you cannot stop him. He can and will hold all of these children. He has big enough and strong enough arms.

“Pray tell, little one, do you like sweet things?”

“!!!”

Oh Azuki is a bit of an enabler. He does cook and bake a lot so expect him to sneak a lot of sweets and stuff to the lil kid. He already does it with the little ones around the citadel but even more so if he has a close relationship with the child saniwa. Yes he will ensure that they eat healthy and go to bed on time and maybe he’ll bribe them with sweets to finish their chores on time and all but hey, he does care for them a lot!

Azuki always calls them adorable, cute, and so on and so forth. He adores kids and maybe he has a photo album of adorable pictures of the lil saniwa and the rest of the kids around the citadel just napping together and sleeping together and holding hands and being cute, no he’s not crying.

HIs favorite thing to do with the kid is to go shopping with them! Holding their hand as they walk through whatever aisles they are looking at. Yes maybe he’ll sneak some of their favorite treats into the shopping cart, and maybe he’ll have to curb the child’s habit of snacking on everything but he caves in the end. He’s weak to their puppy eyes. Please help him, he might not be strong enough.

Is that one parent at a recital or something of their child’s with a video camera, crying, and screaming: “YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE”

Azuki isn’t much of a fighter, it doesn’t mean he won’t fucking throw down with the government though. Watch him invite them over for a spot of tea and if they even make a damn negative comment about his master he’ll probably drop some poison in there. No he won’t he’ll just hug the kid closer to him and be that one meme of protecting Kevin Hart.

Azuki is already giving out head pats to all of the kids in the citadel, but to the Saniwa he’s rather physically affectionate. If they want a hug, they can get one. If they wanna hold hands? Hell yeah! Forehead kisses? Damn right he will. Loves giving them head pats and calling them a good kid the most.

Yes he will read them a bedtime story and of course it’s always ones filled with good morals and life lessons!

Azuki is also damn good with sewing. He will make little scarves, and patch up the clothing for the saniwa and even make some clothing for them! He loves it when they are warm and comfy in whatever clothing they like!

Yes Azuki spoils them rotten but he knows his limits. He is the typical overly proud dad who is happy whenever his kid is happy!

Ichigo Hitofuri

"I am Ichigo Hitofuri, the only tachi crafted by Awataguchi Yoshimitsu-”

“....”

“....”

The minute Ichi-nii sees this lil kid is his master, he is already bending down to their level and asking where the fuck are their parents. He’s a bit shocked to see someone so young to be his master but he won’t mind. He does have a LOT of little brothers after all! He can take care of them, adding another lil sibling into the bunch won’t hurt anyone!

Adoption papers? Signed? Awataguchi? Accepting of their new sibling. Government? uNFORTUNATELY STILL ALIVE. He knows what it’s like to have trauma and some of his lil bros do have quite a bit of it. Honebami, Yagen to name a few, and pushing such a duty on to such a young person like this...Ichigo won’t lie and say that he isn’t angry at the government for doing this. They don’t deserve this, why can’t they live their life out as a normal kid????

Oh Ichigo has experience in taking care of children and his brothers will also pitch in to make sure that the Saniwa is loved for and taken cared of! They have an army of tantous, two wakizashis, and a tachi at their beck and call now. No one is going to hurt them ever again.

Like Azuki, Ichigo adores children and this little saniwa is no different. Yes he’s rather stern at times and he doesn’t like raising his voice at them but he does need to be a guiding hand at times. He would never hurt them, and he just wants the best for them. He may get angry at them and scold them but he is doing it gently.

Yes the little saniwa is going to get roped into AWT48. Ichigo will personally help them sing and dance as well! If they have stage fright, no worries! He’s happy to still perform for them none the less.

Cuddles. Oh man this little saniwa is never going to be without physical affection. From Ichigo’s cuddles and head pats to the rest of the Toushirous just loving on the kid and random hugs outta nowhere, this kid is going to be so loved. 

Ichigo can kinda cook? Not as good as like Kasen or Azuki or anything but he’ll at least make something edible. Probably some instant stuff from a box, more like it. He can decorate it super good though!

If the kid has nightmares, Ichigo is the first to wake up and comfort them. His bros have nightmares a lot and he’s a light sleeper anyway, so he can relate to that - and is always there for them!

Bedtime stories with morals and lessons? Of course! Duh! It’s a group storytime! All day every day!

Ichigo is the big brother everyone wants. The caring big bro who will take a bullet for you, and will probably have some choice words for the government. He cares for you as a parent would, and is just always there!

Horikawa Kunihiro

“Excuse me, has-”

“....”

“....Ah, a second child to take care of.”

Horikawa already has a child on his hands kane-san and he’s already pretty motherly so adopting a kid like this isn’t too out of his range. He’s a lot gentler with them than he is with Kane-san, but no less strict.

No he cannot trust Kane-san around this child. ONe time he left them alone and the kid was stuck in a tree and Kane-san had a broken leg trying to save the damn kid. He will only let them interact under his or another sword’s supervision. Can and will fight Kane-san just to protect this kid.

As Horikawa is good at cleaning, he always tends to the kid’s room and helps them wake up on time. He will most likely be the hawk mum, watching over them with every change he can get to ensure that they are doing their work on time.

He won’t spoil them as much as Ichigo or Azuki would, but he would praise them and reward them in his own way! Mostly with praise and a head pat and a forehead kiss if they’ve been extra good! Yes he’ll cook for them and give them treats but nothing super duper big.

The minute the saniwa calls him Hori-nii or something he will cry. Hell he’ll take being called mom. He doesn’t mind! He’s just happy that he can be there for them!

Oh dude Horikawa will spoil them not with food but with lil things! A flower from the forest, a lil trinket from the store as he passed by, so on and so forth! He knows his limits though.

Yes Horikawa will not hesitate to storm the government building and demand to see whoever the fuck is in charge. He wants to know who the fuck was responsible for this. This is a literal CHILD, where are their PARENTS. Who aLLOWED THIS? Horikawa is now this child’s mom.

He’s like that mom that panics whenever the kid goes missing for like one second. There’s a lot of dangerous things the kid could get into (see the tree incident) and if they get hurt, expect Horikawa to be at their side quicker than Hasebe. Hell he can beat Hasebe in speed and in over-protectiveness, dO NOT TEST THIS YOUNG MAN.

Is also that one mom that is at the kid’s recital, crying joyous tears of pride as they perform. Always has a camera on him to capture such a beautiful moment.

Yes Horikawa is the mom friend and he will not hesitate to become the mom to this saniwa. He will ensure that they go to bed on time and keep them healthy. Will wake them up on time and just be that one parent who is always a presence in their life, knowing when to back away but keeping in touch. Like having ya mum as ya best friend!!!

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

No worries on that polite pass, my good dude! We all have our nopes. After reading that one with Daruk, I guess I got excited by the idea of Kohga getting fucked by something *big*, but with Sooga there. Maybe Kohga got that Goron dildo he was thinking about and he lets Sooga use it on him? ��

I've had so many fucking people ask for this holy SHIT, get your juice you cock hungry Goron fuckers.

“So, you and Daruk.”

“Yep!”

Sooga and Kohga were having their daily one on one time together, playing cards. Conversations came and went, and the topic of Kohga getting FUCKED by Daruk that one time was brought up. Sooga was VERY selective of who he got jealous of, and apparently Daruk wasn’t on that list. Sooga hummed in response, looking over his cards.

“I’m going to regret asking, but what was that like? Also, do you have any threes?”

“Oh, Sooga, my friend, you don’t know Gorons unless you’ve had that MONSTER of a cock in your ass. He lacked finesse, but dude had a sorta rugged charm that I was into. And go fish. Do you have any fours?”

“Go fish. And...I hate that I’m asking this as well, but how...was his...you know.”

“We’re adults, Sooga, just ask the actual question.”

“You just want me to say it. Fine. What were his gentiles like? Also, do you have any kings?”

“Fuck you, here. Second, I could tell you, or I could show you.”

Sooga grabbed the King from him (Kohga may be better with his hands, but Sooga was way better at Go fish than him), before halting. He saw Kohga’s eyes lock onto their closet, before he pointed to it.

“Is...is Daruk in our closet?”

“No, but that’s actually a good idea, make a note of that for next time. I got something just as good!”

Kohga got off the bed, and Sooga put his cards down. Course, just when Sooga was winning. Sore loser, his Master. Kohga dug into the closet, pulling out a box, and throwing it right at Sooga’s lap, before hopping back into bed.

“Open it, open it!”

Sooga obeyed, pulling out a toy. Not just any toy, but a big, brown toy. One with scales, length, and an INSANE amount of gerth. Sooga gawked at it for a minute, before finally finding words.

“I have...SO many questions.”

Kohga shrugged.

“Dude had a DAMN good cock, Sooga, I had to have one to take home.”

Sooga looked it over, curiously running over the scales with his thumb.

“This is...accurate?”

“For the most part, yeah. Size and shape is the same, I made sure of that. Trust me, I WOULD not forget a cock that good.”

Sooga looked at the toy, then at Kohga.

“You...took ALL of this?”

“One, that’s SO sweet that you think I can fit that, I’m flattered. Two, I did around half. Haven’t tried it again lately, because I’ve been dealing with THIS stud here,”

Kohga chuckled, lightly smacking Sooga on his shoulder.

“But I’ve been meaning to give it another shot. You wanna be a sweetie and help me out?”

He knew Sooga couldn’t say no to that pet name, especially when Kohga bruised his face in his neck, kissing him through his yiga uniform. Sooga chuckled, lightly shaking his head.

“I would’ve preferred to be in the room where it happened, but I suppose this is just as good. I’m not going to lie though, I’m a BIT self conscious here.”

“Daruk can put us all to shame, Sooga, I’m surprised I was alive after that.”

Sooga chuckled, leaning up to grab the lube while Kohga stripped. It was odd, how automatic their movements were. Kohga dove back into bed right after he was done, hair down and everything. Sooga was about to get started, but he couldn’t resist. He hunched over Kohga, kissing him right on those perfect lips.

"Did you look this good for Daruk?"

"I ALWAYS look good, Sooga."

"Well, me and him might just need to have a chat after this."

Kohga chuckled, patting him in his big, stupid cheek.

"So protective of me. Don't worry, I kept thinking of you during."

"You were?"

Sooga asked, now sitting up in order to coat his hands in the lube. Kohga sat there, hands behind his head, legs spread wide open.

"Yeah, I was sitting there thinking 'this guy isn't stupid sweet like Sooga is. It's weird. Dick is HUGE though'"

"That sounds like your thought process."

Sooga chuckled. He was always nervous whenever Kohga was naked, but the idea of pleasing him? And him alone? That was enough for him to be rid of his poor nerves. At least, for now. He let his oily hands run up and down his legs and thighs, getting him used to his touches. He even made sure to get his feet, just to make him extra comfy. Kohga snickered after a minute of this rather sweet treatment.

"Sooga, this is nice, really, but come on, imma fall asleep here!"

"Right right. Sorry, I like the face you make when you're comfortable. I'll proceed."

Sooga gave his cheeks a light pat (if you wanted to imagine what it sounded like, picture patting a wet honey ham), before his hands finally got to work. First, he lightly stroked his cock. Nice, slow movements that'd make Sooga swoon, and make Kohga ansty. Sure he liked it, but Kohga was SO enthralled with pleasure, he wanted more, and wanted more now. He could see it on his face.

"We could be moving it a bit FASTER, Sooga."

"Patience, Master Kohga. It is a virtue."

Kohga folded his arms, pouting something fierce. He always liked that face. It was why he took his sweet time, massaging his cock and balls slowly, steadily, smearing the oil everywhere. It was a nice sight, if he was allowed to be honest. Then, right before Kohga could complain, Sooga dug his fingers inside of him. That seemed to take a little bit of grumpiness out of Kohga, as he sighed, hands laying at his sides.

"Fucking, finally. Felt like you forgot where it WAS."

Sooga chuckled. Kohga was so precious.

“I won’t ever forget how to please you. I won’t ever forget to give you what you need.”

Sooga let three of his fingers slide inside of him, helping to ease him for what was coming. Granted, his fingers weren’t NEARLY the size of the toy, but Sooga was doing the best he could here. He sat there for a moment, watching as Kohga squirmed and writhed in his arms. It wasn’t because his fingers felt good (though he hoped they did), it was because Kohga knew this was but a sample for what was to come. If he kept him waiting any longer, he might just get mad enough to throw something at him. He slowly peeled his fingers away, trying not to gulp. The way his cock throbbed, the way his legs twitched in excitement. Kohga...was really into fucking Gorons.

He leaned over to grab the toy, making quite the show of lathering it up in lube. It was TERRIBLY thick, terribly long, and it took a minute for his hand to fully coat it in oil.

“You REALLY gotta be slow as shit, eh?”

“The better to tease you with, Master Kohga. That and I’m not even trying to tease you, this thing is actually that big. And it has SO many ridges-how much did you spend on this?”

“Not important, fuck me.”

Sooga was going to scold him for spending such money on frivolous things, but Kohga looked ready to kill him, so he silenced himself. He leaned over to kiss him one more time, before he pressed the tip of the toy against his ass. The tip slowly slid inside of himself, and Sooga, a bit worried that Kohga would lose his temper, pushed it a quarter of the way in. Sooga couldn’t help but feel incredibly jealous as he looked at Kohga’s face.

He covered it with the back of his hand, shaking as if this was all too much. His back even had such a lovely arch to it, and Sooga hated that Daruk got to see him like this. He was about to ask if there was something between him, when an idea popped into Sooga’s head. Kohga REALLY liked this toy. Enough to act so lewdly and bitterly. He could get whatever he wanted with the help of this toy. He decided to test his luck as he gave it a bit of a turn, making Kohga yelp.

“Play with your cock.”

He thought the command was rude, and was about to apologize, when Kohga obeyed promptly, pumping his already hard cock. Sooga couldn’t believe it. No snarky comments, no prideful comments over him taking charge. Just complete obedience. Sooga had no idea what possessed him, but as he moved the toy in and out of his ass, an idea came to him.

“Master Kohga. Why don’t we play a game? Since I’m just sitting here and watching.”

Kohga nodded, clearly trying to stifle his whines. Sooga teased it just a bit further in, before pulling it back back out, giving his Master just the tip.

“Do you love me?”

“Are you FUCKING-”

“If you’d like me to stop, I can.”

Kohga’s fist slammed against the bed, and for a second, Sooga was ready to apologize. That is, until Kohga finally answered him.

“Yes. I do. I love your stupid ass so much. You’re hot, dumb as hell, and I like having you around. There, happy?”

“Quite. Good job.”

He pushed more of the toy in him, enjoying the look of clear pleasure on his face. He let it sit there for a moment, letting the spines pleasure his inner walls.

“F-fucking hell, Sooga, I’m gonna-”

“Next question. Do you prefer this toy, or me?”

“YOU idiot. The hell am I gonna take a toy over you f-FUCK!”

Sooga, as if proving a point, shoved half the toy inside of him, sending Kohga’s head back and onto the pillow. He held a finger up to signal to give him a second, before he continued, albeit shaking and panting, with precum dripping down his cock.

“Y-you. I can’t get anything out of a toy that I can’t get out of you. I really do love you. I know what ya doing. You’re jealous because Daruk saw me acting like a five rupee whore. Course he did, he’s a hunk of man meat. Er, rock-point is, YOU’RE special, HE isn’t, alright?”

Sooga halted for a moment, before he chuckled, slightly shaking his head.

“One more question. Would you like me to push this in as deep as I can, while I kiss you?”

“Now that’s an actual fucking question-YES.”

Sooga took a minute to kiss his stomach (because it was heaving so beautifully for him), before he scooted up to him, and proceeded to push the toy quickly in and out of him. With how much oil he used, it made quite the lewd sound, and Sooga adored it.

“There we go, Master Kohga. You cum as soon as you feel like. I’d like to watch the face you make for this little toy of yours. A face that you show when you aren’t loving, but lustful. Show me the look of a whore.”

He cupped Kohga’s face as he whined, legs shaking as Sooga continued to push the girthy toy right inside of him. Kohga didn’t take very long at all, and he came, ribbons of cum soaking his hand and his chest. It was just. The way his ass was stretched, the way Sooga talked to him in just that voice he liked. Even once he finished, Sooga kissed him, silencing his overwhelmed whimpers. He parted his lips for a moment, chuckling as he sat there, looking at his poor Master.

“You took most of it, I must applaud you. Take it you’d like to try it again?”

“In...in a minute. H-holy shit, they did a good job on this one. You know they could’ve made it so it shoots fake cum?”

“Why didn’t you get that one?”

“Eh, it costs a bit much, in my opinion. Besides, why would I need that when I get the real deal right here?”

Sooga realized what he meant, and felt heat on his cheeks. That was honestly...sweet. He pulled the toy out of him, crawling over him.

“I can most certainly provide, Master Kohga. As much of it as you crave.”

Kohga chuckled as Sooga grinded into him. Not just because he was SO ready to feel stuffed again, but because Sooga was grinding himself against him, AND the thick ass toy in between them. Suffice to say, Sooga liked the idea of playing with this not so little toy. And Kohga would play with him too.

After he was done with him, of course.

[neerasrealm]

POV: Jeff the killer kidnapped you and is venting to you about his internalized homophobia

I COULDN’T THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE SO I WENT WITH THAT

Anyway hi this is a jeffxben fic told from jeff’s POV. a little bit angsty but mostly just cuddles and comfort. and one-liners. lots of one-liners. The ending is a lil messy and idk man I didn’t know how to finish the fic so- ignore that

Based on one of these story starters.

Word count: 1907

There are three things you need to know before you read this.

One; hi, I'm Jeff. Nice to meet ya.

Two; I killed my parents three and a half years ago. I know that's a lot to dump on you immediately but it'll be important later.

And three….I'm...gay. There. I said it. I like guys. I'm attracted to men. I want to kiss guys. Or specifically- one guy. 

He has blonde hair, dark skin and bright blue eyes. And also pointed ears. He's a ghost, specifically one that's latched onto a Nintendo 3DS and a cartridge of Majora's Mask 3D. He looks like Link- but I'm not attracted to Link. Link is a twink and that's not my style. 

His name is Ben and Ben? Ben is a bro. He's my bro. He's everyone's bro- he has that natural charisma that makes everyone like him. He's friendly, polite, funny and laid-back. He's always down to hang out with you or invite you into his room to play videogames. Everyone likes Ben. But me? I love Ben. As in- love love him. I want to kiss his goofy face. His lips probably taste like cheetos and beef jerky. Gross. I hate how much I think about how his lips would taste. 

So now you're probably thinking "hey Jeff, why are you just vomiting your gay thoughts on me? Go tell him you love him."

But There's A Problem.

My parents- the dead ones- were really homophobic. Being gay just wasn't something you did. And it still feels wrong to me- which is weird considering the fact that my new adoptive parents are two gay men and my foster siblings are mostly homosexuals. But it still feels wrong. No matter how much I'm exposed to it I still feel that slight guilt whenever I catch myself admiring Ben while he trash talks someone, and I want to punch myself whenever I wake up from a dream about cuddling him. 

So that brings me to this situation. 

Picture this, okay? I'm sitting on his bed with a controller in my hand. We're playing smash bros and having a great time. I'm having...not a good day. You remember the dead parents thing? The trauma I mentioned? Yeah that's been haunting me all fucking day and I'm not feeling good. At all. And of course I'm not gonna tell anybody about it, because that means I have to address the problem. And I never, ever, address problems. Ever. They'll fester in me till the day I die. Like maggots.

That's gross I apologise.

But- yeah. I'm not feeling good and I'm hiding this fact from Ben because he cheers me up way better when he doesn't know I'm sad. 

"Hah! Gotcha!" 

"Shit-!" I swear as my character (king k rool, in case you wondering) flies off the stage. Ben laughs and woops beside me in victory. I shoot him a glare.

"Man you suck at this game." He laughs.

"I don't suck." I spit back. "You're just really good."

"Suuure you are." The smug look he gives me makes me wanna punch him. My hand curls into a fist in my lap. I grunt at him in response. He laughs and nudges me. "Hey it's alright Jeffy," I hate that nickname with the burning passion of a thousand suns. "You'll learn how to play soon enough."

"Lay off, man." I mutter back. I drop the controller and he snickers.

"Aww c'mon don't tell me you're rage quitting on me."

"Shut up dude just-" I shoot him an agitated look. "Just shut your stupid mouth okay?"

His smile drops. "Hey, you okay man?" Shit. He sounds worried.

"I'm fine." I grunt back. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. "Get off."

The hand withdraws. I hear him shift on the bed next to me. "Hey, dude-" he frowns. "Are you feeling alright today? Do you- need to talk or chill or…?"

I glare at Ben. He's being nothing but supportive and kind and what am I doing? Being an ass. "No I don't need to fucking chill." I growl at him. "I'm fine, alright? Just fine."

"Alright…" it's quiet for a bit while Ben turns off the game. Eventually he speaks again. "You wanna watch a movie or something? I'm tired so…"

This is a trick. He's tricking me into taking care of my mental health. Fuck you Ben, I'll be as mentally ill as I want. 

‘’I’m gonna go to my room.’’ I stand up and immediately get YANKED back onto the bed by my hood. Ben’s noodle arms wrap around my waist and hold me tight. ‘’Dude-!’’ this is getting a little tOO HOMO-EROTIC, BENNY BOY.

‘’Stay.’’ he murmurs. ‘’I wanna keep an eye on you.’’

‘’Why?’’ I snarl. ‘’Because I’m a stupid kid that can’t look after himself?! Huh?!’’

Ben flinches. ‘’Jeff-’’ he murmurs. ‘’It’s not that I don’t trust you it’s because I know that you need the company right now.’’ he frowns. ‘’Just- lemme keep an eye on you, alright…?’’

Fuck.

Fuck.

fuuuuUUUUUCK.

Why does he CARE SO MUCH. I HATE IT. I’m gonna slam my head into a wall. Gimme a minute.

…

Okay wall slamming accomplished. Back to my predicament. 

‘’Fine.’’ I grunt. He (unfortunately) lets go of me. It’s silent. And uncomfortable. I pick at my fingers. He tilts his head at me.

‘’So- anything you wanna do?’’

I wanna hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you please Ben I’m gay and homophobic at the same time. ‘’Not really.’’

Ben puts a hand on my shoulder and scoots closer. He rests his hand on my other shoulder and...oh god I can fucking smell his hair from here- that’s creepy. Why am I creepy. Actually don’t answer that one. He looks up at me, bright blue eyes shining with kindness. ‘’You wanna talk about it…?’’ he asks gently. Normally I wouldn’t talk about my problems. Ever. But Ben is giving me puppy dog eyes.

‘’...I’m just thinking about mom and dad.’’ I mumble. He nods. ‘’They- treated me like shit. And I keep thinking about the shit they’d say to me-’’ I look down at him. He nods encouragingly. ‘’It’s like...they fucking hated me for all the shit I did- and now I’m here and people are understanding? And Slender- is actually trying to learn why I’m like this? Like- diagnosing me and shit to try and help…’’ I frown. ‘’And I’m just thinking like- if they’d sent me to a therapist would it be different? If I’d just gotten diagnosed or something-’’ I shake my head. ‘’I dunno man…’’

He sits up a bit. He hugs me, pulling me against him. My face goes fucking red. ‘’Maybe things would’ve…’’ he murmurs. ‘’But we can’t change the past...there’s no magic ocarina to take us back in time unfortunately.’’ of course he made a zelda reference. Of course. ‘’We just gotta accept what we got now,’’ he smiles. ‘’And we got each other, right? That’s something to be happy about, isn’t it?’’

Oh god Jeff don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of the man you love. 

…

And you’re crying. Good job Jeff.

I’m not a loud crier. But I am a gross crier. I get all snotty and stuttery and can’t get my voice out properly. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and silently roll down my gross scarred face. Ben reaches over and brushes them off with cold fingers. He feels cold as he hugs me but I don’t care. I wrap an arm around him and tug him closer. I can feel his breath on my neck as he gently shushes me. He sounds so caring, so...loving. Like a parent should treat their mentally ill kid. 

‘’B-ben-’’ I stammer out. He’s rubbing circles in my back. ‘’I lo-’’ wait what am I saying. ‘’I l-love-’’ WAIT HOLD ON- ‘’I love you…’’

SHIT

FUCK

NO

WAIT-

He hugs me tight and I shiver in the coldness of his body. ‘’I love you too…’’ his voice is soft and gentle. I believe him. I believe that he loves me. Genuinely- like I actually matter to him. He’d miss me if I was gone. And that- that’s a lot. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like it wouldn’t matter if I disappeared off the face of the earth. You wouldn’t care, my parents wouldn’t have cared. But Ben? Ben cares…

Which is why I proceed to squeeze the life (or lack thereof) out of him and sob into his shoulder. He holds me tight until I’ve (kinda) calmed down. He pulls away and tilts my head up to look at him. As gentle and as loving as I’d dreamed him, he wipes tears out of my eyes. I sob horsley and stare at him. He cups my face in his cold hands and smiles down at me.

‘’There you go…’’ he murmurs. ‘’See? I knew you just needed to get it out.’’ he smiles at me. I just- told him I love him. And he’s not making a big deal of it. That’s good, right?? That means he accepts me- right?

Right...yeah. Yeah, Ben accepts me. Ben doesn’t judge. 

‘’Yeah…’’ I gulp and look away from him awkwardly. ‘’Hey uh- do you wanna-’’ I fiddle with my hands again. ‘’Do you wanna...watch a movie or something? Together.’’

He nods and smiles. ‘’I’d love to.’’

And so- we end up watching not one, not two, but three movies, late into the night. And the entire time he’s curled up in my lap, comfy as can be. As the credits on our last movie roll, he looks up at me.

‘’Hey Jeff?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’I love you.’’

My face goes bright fucking red. I don’t need to see it, I can feel it. I bury my face in my hands out of embarrassment. I hear him laugh at me like the bastard he is. I shoot him a glare from in between my fingers. I want to say it. I really do. I want to tell him I love him back but- it’s- it’s hard. He reaches up and pulls one of my hands away, letting him see me.

‘’You don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. I know.’’ He hugs my waist and rests his head against my chest. ‘’I can wait...until you’re ready.’’

It’s at this point I start crying. Again. 

Ben shushes me gently and runs his hand through my hair. And...as I looked down at him- it finally clicked. I don’t have to put the shield up- not around him. Ben is different. Ben...Ben is good.

Yeah.

Ben is good.

I guess...the reason why I’m telling you this- well...not telling, I guess- writing. The reason why I’m writing this is because...I feel like it’s something important. I need to remember it because...it’s a step. A step in me learning to accept myself. It sounds corny yeah but- fuck off okay? I’m full of trauma and insecurities. I’m allowed be a little sappy.

I don’t know who’ll end up reading this- I mean I’m literally scribbling it into a notebook I found in his drawer. There’s only two people who I really want this to be seen by. Ben, because he deserves to know how much he’s affected and helped me, and two...my brother. Though I doubt he’d ever find this- heh- 

I...love Ben. And that’s okay. At least- to me, I think it is.

[lihikainanea]

Okay so have you seen those teeturtle reversible octopus plushies? I can see tiger and her friends going out for lunch at a pizza place and she didn’t finish hers so she brought it back to bills and left it in the fridge but she made sure to write her name on it in black marker pen so billy boy doesn’t eat it okay? But the brothers are coming round that night and as it gets later tiger gets tired and heads to bed and Billy is slightly tipsy and goes to the fridge to get more drinks but (1/3)

Anonymous said:

He gets peckish on the way and completely ignores tigers name on the pizza box and he just wolfs down all of her leftover pizza *gasp* so in the morning when everyone’s in bed tiger goes to eat HER pizza for breakfast only to find the empty box in the fridge and all of the jalapeños have been picked off because billy boy doesn’t like jalapeños so she knows who the culprit is and she grabs her lil octopus teddy and goes into their room and starts shouting at him to rouse him knowing full (2/3)

Anonymous said:

Well he’ll have one hell of a hangover and she launches her octopus at his face and stomps out of their room and gets comfy on the sofa and tall boi’s just like ‘huh? What did I do now?’ Sorry that was long 😂🥰 (3/3)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GAD I love the thought in this and I love HOW MUCH THOUGHT YOU GUYS PUT INTO THIS AND JUST--oh man. When I get detailed nani asks like this I start to think maybe people really like Bill and tiger and they ain’t lyin’ and maybe people really do think about them sometimes and it all just makes sappy Lei very soff :*-))) stop dis :*-)))) stop dis right now :****-)))))

God there’s so much I want to talk about here.

First of all, let’s not get mad at Bill. Because maybe it’s just sort of a GIVEN--whenever tiger has leftovers, she brings them home. And she brings them home for Bill. Because Bill loves leftovers, because he’s somehow always hungry, and because he gets all warm and fuzzy in knowing that tiger finished her meal, thought of him, and asked for her leftovers to go just so that he can have them. And he knows this, because he knows that tiger hates leftovers. Hates them. She never eats them. He can sometimes get away with convincing her to eat them--tiger loves his roast chicken and if he makes a big thing, he might be able to get her to eat his chicken salad sandwiches the next day. Tiger pretends like it’s a whole new chicken, and Bill plays along.

That’s as far as it’ll go. Except for...pizza. But more on that later.

And he knows that when tiger goes out with her girls, she never usually eats too much because she’s usually done up to the nines and looking like a fucking goddess, and let’s face it stuffing your face in tight clothes is just like the worst feeling ever. So she nibbles a little, always brings a lot home, and if it’s the same night then it’s not leftovers (her rules) so she’ll often wake Bill up and they’ll sit in bed and devour whatever food she brought home.

Failing that, she always leaves her leftovers in the fridge for him to eat, because Bill is one of those weirdos who prefers leftovers to freshly made food.

So look, the bros are over. It’s an intense poker night. Valter has (somewhat) unknowingly created a bit of a hotbox situation. There’s a lot of liquor. A lot of good brotherly bonding. Tiger stumbles home at some point during the night--right into Bill’s apartment--and all of the brothers are a little shocked. All but Gustaf, that is. Tiger salutes them, hiccups, trips down the hallway and goes to bed.

Bill’s bed.

But it’s fine. The brother are drunk. In Sweden, tiger sleeps in Bill’s bed. The bros--they know, but they don’t call it out. All is well.

And listen, they’re all crashing over so eventually when Gustaf wins his 8th straight hand at poker--they call it a night. And Bill hangs back for a minute or two, riddled with the munchies, devouring the pizza that tiger brought for him.

Except tiger didn’t bring it for him. And if Bill was of sound mind, then he would remember that the ONLY leftovers tiger eats is cold pizza, and it’s because it just happens to be her favourite breakfast.

So Bill--big, drunk, wall-eyed Bill--is just standing there in the kitchen, wobbling subtly, his eyes unfocused and totally going in different directions, the fridge door still open as he just demolishes the pizza in romantic fridge-light. The box is open in the fridge there, and Bill wrinkles his nose and flicks the jalapeños off.

“Ew,” he says to himself, “Ew. You. Are. So. Gross.”

Every word is punctuated by a small plunk, a slice of jalapeño plopping back on to the cardboard box. He chews loud and uncoordinated, his stupid jaw flapping open because he’s drunk and high by contact and it’s just a mess. But eventually he licks his fingers, humming in satisfaction and closing the fridge door. Tiger will get head first thing tomorrow morning for that, he decides. She’s always looking after him like this, bringing him food--tiger deserves morning head. It’s settled.

But like, listen. Bill flops into bed. Tiger curls into him. He puts a hand on her ass, pats softly--and then both of them are knocked out. She might climb on top of him in her sleep like she sometimes does, but both these idiots are dead to the world.

Until the next morning.

Maybe tiger wakes up on his chest right, and her Big Dude is just snoring under her. She wiggles, groans a little, pokes him for coffee. He stirs a bit--snorts loudly--but then he’s snoring again.

She bites his chest.

“Mmmmfph,” is his muffled, angry response.

“Coffee,” she mutters. And Bill just like, rolls over--which makes her fall off of him. And she thinks he might be getting up--but a second later, he’s snoring again. She takes pity on her Good Dude, gives him a little head scritchie--he’s always so good to her, you know? She can get him his coffee this one time, when he’s hungover and too tired to get up. He’s so cute there, his lips all puffy and soft, his cheek smushed into the pillow, that cute nose, his hair all in disarray. She laughs, kisses his nose, and gets up to start the coffee.

And as she’s opening the fridge for some milk while the pot brews--she drinks it black but Bill is a delicate flower and needs to ~soften~ it--she sees her pizza box, and she gets real happy. She picks it up to put it on the counter because everybody knows that room temperature pizza is the best for breakfast (cold pizza can GTFO) but like...it feels oddly....light. Her immediate thought goes to Valter, that fucking slimy bastard stealing her leftovers, and she’s already at Mach 7 levels of rage when she opens the box.

And then she sees it.

Jalapeños. Jalapeños everywhere. Scattered haphazardly--and this? This has Bill written all over it. Bill loves spice but hates jalapeños, and she has never quite figured out why but that’s neither here nor there.

And tiger? Listen, it’s all tiger can do to stop the battle cry from leaving her throat. Tiger had dreams about this pizza, which she planned on eating with Gustaf’s scrambled eggs this very morning. Tiger purposely SAVED a few pieces of her pizza for this exact purpose.

And that wall-eyed, knock-kneed, bow-legged motherfucking ski-hill-nosed ASSHAT CLOWN thinks he can just eat it?

Tiger is livid.

And she calmly makes her way back to Bill’s room, closes the door quietly and observes the asshole sleeping soundly. On his back, stretched out, no doubt comfy and still with a full belly--from her pizza. She can’t control it anymore.

And with a mighty cry she grabs her pillow, and proceeds to whack him with it.

Multiple times.

“You dick,” she shrieks, and Bill is waking up to a full on assault and he’s very confused, “How fucking dare you. You know--YOU KNOW HOW MUCH--”

Bill shrieks, tries to block the blows with his arms, but he’s groggy and hungover and uncoordinated.

“Tiger what the--”

“You know what you clown ass motherfucker,” she snaps, “You know exactly what. I should take those jalapeños and shove them right up--”

Bill manages to grab the pillow, but tiger is crafty and all of a sudden she has a table lamp in her hands. Bill holds his arms out, trying to come to a truce.

“I thought it was for me!” he exclaims, and tiger looks at him incredulously.

“You always bring me your leftovers,” he mumbles. And look--Bill is big, and he’s all rumpled, and he’s so sleepy, and he’s so confused, and tiger almost takes pity on him. He’s just so cute.

Until another vision of those abandoned jalapeños, of her most perfect brick oven pizza, flashes through her eyes.

She calmly puts the lamp down.

“You’re right baby,” she says, and it’s sickeningly sweet and oh so fake, “I think that deserves head start, at least.”

Bill’s eyes widen, and tiger just glares. He’s standing stock still.

“5....4....” she starts to count, and suddenly Bill is all limbs and legs, tripping over himself as he makes a beeline for the door and down the hallway.

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Oh My God They Were Roommates! Just Roommates

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, smoking, breakdowns and lactose intolerance.

Characters: aro!Bucky ace!Loki (also genderfuid)

Summary: After the end of the Avengers, some kept fighting and some retired. Bucky was too tired to keep going, and he wanted the normal life. But he didn't expect the God of Mischief asking for the same thing

Notes: I made the Bingo! This was so tough to write but I really love the results!

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The Avengers are now in the past, after the Big Battle with Thanos. Some have gone offworld, some keep fighting and some just stop and try to leave a normal life. They are too tired to keep fighting. And Bucky is one of them.

After the battle, and after Steve handed his legacy over Sam, Bucky promised himself a normal and calm life. Sam respected it and asked for no help, even if things go bad. He pays a visit once a week and stays in touch.

Bucky now works in a small coffeeshop, and rents a small apartment. It's simple and cozy, he likes it. And he likes his simple life with his friendly co-workers and nice customers and he even gets laid if he's lucky enough. He falls in love with this kind of life.

One day, on a rainy night of November, he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't bother fetching his metal hand as he crosses the room and opens it.

And he finds Loki outside, wet and shivering. He never liked rain, says that water can compromise his cold resistance.

"Come in, you must be freezing," Bucky opens the door and moves aside. Loki nods and smiles, kicking his boots out after his feet meet the carpet.

And Loki never mentions Asgard. They didn't mention it as much before Ragnarok, but now they act as if it never existed. And suddenly, they make traditional soups.

"Th-thank you…" Loki smiles.

"Don't mention it. Take that thing on, will ya? Settle near the radiator, over the couch, I'll make you something warm to drink, okay?" Bucky replies, pointing at the soaking wet coat Loki's wearing. He makes a small nod and does as he was told, watching Bucky as he fetches his hand and heads to the kitchen. He knows that he shouldn't give him tea or coffee, it's quite late and Loki's an insomniac, so he settles down with chocolate. Well, he has a big sweet tooth, why not enjoy a nice warm cup of chocolate?

He goes back to the couch, smiling just a bit when he sees Loki covered with the blanket like a burrito. Loki takes the cup, holding it to warm up his hands before he takes a long sip.

"Th-thank you, it's q-q-quite g-good," He smiles, his shivering chin making his stutter appear.

"Again, don't mention it. What brought you here?" Bucky relaxes on the other side of the couch, his eyes on Loki. Last time he remembers, Loki was fighting.

"I couldn't move past Tony… it, it went bad, even when I was fighting. All nightmares and flashbacks and I… I think it's killing me. I wanna get out of this, retire. It's just too much, I can't take it anymore," He admits, his voice trembling again but not because of the cold. Bucky reaches out to his hand, a tight grip on it with his fleshed limp. And Loki leaves a small smile.

"And, I thought if you could use a roommate…" He finishes his answer.

"To be honest, it does get a bit boring without some idiots yelling at toasters," Bucky smiles.

"Bread should not be flying!" Loki spits, and Bucky laughs at it. But Loki also lets his lips twist upwards.

"You can stay for how long you want. But we will have to get a bigger apartment, this one has only one bedroom," Bucky answers.

"Let me rest for tonight and it will have a second bedroom tomorrow," Loki eyes the former soldier. He almost forgets about his magic. "But I can settle down on the couch tonight, it's comfy," He smiles. Bucky smiles too, he really doesn't feel like abandoning the apartment, he worked so hard to make it the way it is.

And they start to catch up with each other, while they have the energy to stay up. But they both grow tired and end up muttering goodnight and going to sleep.

For Bucky, it was a normal Saturday sleep, when he knows his alarm clock won't wake him up. But Loki hadn't slept with such peacefulness since Tony died.

~~~

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY HAIRBRUSH?" Bucky yells from the bathroom.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TAKE YOUR HAIRBRUSH? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU BRUSH THIS SHIT UNTIL NOW!" Loki yells back from the kitchen.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY HAIR LIKE THA- Nevermind, I found it," Bucky mutters the last few words. And Loki hears him perfectly. Because they are 7 feet apart. They didn't need to yell at each other.

"Good for you. Now stop blaming me whenever you lose something," Loki answers, waiting for the soldier to appear on their viewing field. And he did. But they now sigh and pay more attention to the food they're cooking.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Bucky hums, Loki making only a throaty sound as an answer. "What're you making? It smells nice," He asks, moving towards the kitchen to peek at the pot.

"It's a traditional stew on Asgard, you'll see," Loki smiles, but actually means "no peeking until I'm done".

Usually, Bucky was the one doing the cooking. Loki is a better cook, they use a lot of seasoning and know which one goes where, but they don't like it as much. In fact, Bucky can swear they only cook when stressed, as if they try to distract themselves with the smell of whatever they throw into the food.

And they basically talk through the night, with interruptions when Loki is rushing to the bathroom and returning like they had to give birth over there. At least until they both grow tired and fall asleep, right beside to each other. For the first time in days, no screaming and waking up in the middle of the night occurs.

Bucky sighs, trying to find something else to focus on. Something other than Loki's odd behaviour the last days, with the ongoing silence and numbness. Other than the sudden Æsir cooking. Other than the smoking they pretend it doesn't happen, like Bucky doesn't recognize the smell of tobacco in them. Something other than the screaming he hears in the middle of the night and knows that he can't help because Loki tends to lean towards the fight response and Bucky cannot fight back without hurting them.

And he knows where those things lead to. It's not the first time that Loki started going south after Tony. And the previous one was ugly, by all means. What if this one turns out to be ugly too?

"What are you thinking of?" Loki asks, their voice carefully soft. Bucky tries to appear calm, it's not worth worrying Loki too.

"Nothing special…" He shrugs, avoiding eye contact. But he hears Loki sighing and moving the pot before they walk on the couch and sit beside him.

"Is that why you are so worried? Come on, speak it up. Weren't you saying that we should talk about what is bothering us?" They are still soft, like Bucky's the elephant in the room. They were always like this, prefer to soothe others than speak about their issues.

"I'm just worried…" Bucky admits. This will not end pretty…

"Do you want to say what is worrying you?" Loki sits closer, big green eyes staring at him. The dark circles that start creeping around them making them brighter.

"Nah, it's not worth it…" Bucky regrets it and stares elsewhere, gazing at the asexual and aromatic flags hanging on the doors of the two bedrooms. And Loki makes a small tutting sound.

"You can just say you don't feel like talking, lies weren't needed," They argue.

"Says the god of them," Bucky thinks out loud. He shouldn't have said that.

The room gets cold, something Bucky knows is happening because Loki loses some control of their Frostbite when overwhelmed. They stand up and go back to the kitchen, speaking only to inform him that the dinner is ready with a dead voice.

Bucky follows them with hesitance, waiting for them to fill a bowl with the brownish stew before he serves himself and settles on the chair opposite to them.

The stew is nice. The taste of meat is strong and the seasoning makes it kind of sweet. Not exactly Bucky's taste, but he doesn't mind it. Loki plays with the pieces of meat inside it, his right hand holding his head.

"It's nice," He mutters, hoping he can make a small smile appear.

"It's shit," Loki argues, letting the spoon fall on the bowl as they stare at it with disgust. And then, they cover their face with their hands, their rapid breathing echoing.

"Hey, it's just some stew," Bucky tries to soothe them down but they stand up and pace to their room, the door slammed behind them. Bucky wants to follow, walk in and hug them tight and soothe them down. But it's wiser to give them some space.

He tries to finish his own meal, but his appetite is long gone. So, he empties the bowls back in the pot and washes the dishes, trying to think of what to do. He can already feel the apartment going colder and colder, and it's never a good thing.

Maybe if he finds something to cheer up Loki? They like sweets, maybe a cake. Thank God there's a candy store down the road, it will be maybe ten minutes on foot.

Loki doesn't react when Bucky opens the door and leaves, they probably don't even care. Bucky's lucky enough to find a dark chocolate cake, their favourite flavor, and it's cheap enough to buy it. And Loki is still locked in the room when he returns with the dessert.

"Hey, can you please let me in. Just wanna check on ya, you know," Bucky knocks the door. The handle twists and the door opens after a blanket of frost covers it. But, Loki's magic is like a green light that acts like smoke…

Loki is sitting on the corner of the bed, the room around them covered with a thin layer of ice. They have dropped every illusion, even the Æsir one. They do it plenty of times in an attempt to get used to it, or when they can't control the seiðr. They smile just so, fags showing, as they light out a smoke on an ashtray.

"Will you stand there?" They ask, voice dead. There are no tears in their ruby eyes, not trembling from the crying. They just look numb.

Bucky nods and sits on the other side of the bed, placing the box in front of him and a fork above it. "I thought you would like some cake…" He hums, inspecting Loki as they glance at the box.

"Thank you," They try to smile but their face disagrees. They take the box to their lap and open it, frost appearing on the paper that touches him and the fork.

"So, do you feel like speaking?" Bucky asks. They hate showing it, but they love talking and it actually helps them a lot.

"It's just some homesickness. Don't worry, it will pass…" They shrug one shoulder and take a bite of the cake. Their lips twist upwards, a good sign, and they place the box between them and Bucky, a second fork appearing in their hand.

"Oh, thank you," Bucky smiles and takes it, not minding the freezing cold of Bucky's skin. "So, it's about Asgard or the Avengers," He asks.

"Kind of both, somehow… and, it's also the nightmares, as usual. But they're manageable," They lie. After years with them, Bucky knows when they lie. And, most important, he knows when to demand the truth and when not.

"Well, if you feel like it will help, you can come over for snuggles and emotional support." He suggests. Loki smiles and nods, staying silent as they focus on the cake. Can you blame them? They haven't eaten properly for days. But Bucky does give them a look when he realises how fast they devoured the dessert.

"Wait, did you ask for lactose free?" They ask, after making the box vanish. And Bucky forgot to ask.

"Shouldn't you also ask before you eat the whole thing?" He also asks, his worry about how much Loki's small intestine shall suffer tonight growing.

"So, we are both idiots," Loki comes to a conclusion, finding Bucky agreeing.

"Basically, yes… and, I think I should suffer with you tonight, right?" He asks.

"Definitely, just lay near the wall, you don't want to be between me and the toilet," They respond, freeing the space of the bed they meant. Bucky got his metal hand out, he doesn't like sleeping with it on, and lay where he was instructed to, Loki laying beside him.

[beecherdrysdale]

Heyyyy my bbs, time to write about GREECE 🇬🇷 w our fav boys.

- first Brigid it is so cool that you have a greek friend can she please take me w her lol.

Airports in the morning just have that vibe, lmao I just excited. I usually have pretty early flights and I get there early, like my mom is always anxious for missing flights so we’d be at the airport at like 2:30 am for a 5:30 flight. And I always ask why? I could still sleep.

Ya let’s just say our flight is at 5:30 so we are there at like 3:45 lol idk times. Everybody is groggy or passed out in the car before getting to the airport so they’re just barely awake, other than Ryan, quinton, Dylan me and Kirby? Once we pass security which I will most definitely get beeped on, and find our gate, Ryan and quinton set off to get snacks for the flight. We might send Braden w them to keep Ryan in check lol. Also brigid lucky w the tsa pre check.

Jamie and Brigid just collapse on the chairs and just hold each other, and look a d o r a b l e. I’ll take some photos hehe. You two are just cocooned together.

Kirbs and kesh also cuddle up with each other, Kirby just chilling and playing w kesh’s hair. And kesh just sleeping. I can just see it. Some of the other boys just pull their hoods down and pass out on the chairs as well.

Meanwhile: I need a drink so I go to Starbucks w Quinner and dyl. I’ll get you coffee:) and kesh a stuffed pretzel cuz Ily . Maybe we can get Tims oooo.

I come back and see you passed out w Jamie 🥺 and I just give you your coffee and kesh her pretzel and go find the rest of the boys, because I need some snackssss for the flight. dyl is a bit jealous so he’ll just join us hehe. After that video of quinner I want his beanie so I steal it.

Let’s fast forward to boarding and everyone has gathered. Ryan and quinton have a mountain of snacks, and Brigid and Jamie are still passed out lol.

When they call our seat section all of us are just chaotic and getting our passports. The tickets are random lol so you’ll see who you sit with. Going through the tunnel and into the plane is so fun!!.

Ok on plane pt1.

Seating: Brigid gets lucky and is in a row with both Dylan and Jamie so she’s sandwich’d between them, but that depends on what part of the row you like, aisle, middle or window. Orrr maybe for the plane ride brigid is sitting w dyl this time and w Dylan c or something and Jamie’s trying to get Dylan c to switch seats w him so that he can sit w Brigid as well. Jealous boy....

Kesh and Kirby are automatically sitting together even if they have different assigned seats lol. Idk kesh can you sleep on planes, i never can. Wbu Brigid? So if you can you are still sleeping on Kirby and he’s making sure that you have good leg room and are comfortable.

Hehe maybe to spare Quinners feeling we will sit together in the same row. Maybe Ryan can sit w us and behind brigids row cuz the chirps never stop y’all. Since i never sleep on planes maybe Quinner falls asleep on me and I can play w his hair 🥺

The rest of boys are just asleep before take off

Still this flight is chaotic lol.

Pt 1. Is before take off. So pt 2 is the flight and getting to Greece 😍

Hope you enjoy:))

hehe sorry for the late response, i had a big history assignment i had to finish last night. anyways, long post ahead

ok i want to go to greece so bad bc it’s sooooo pretty, so going with the canada boys is like a dream. whenever my friend goes i try to convince her to let me come with but she won’t lol

yesss the airports in the early morning have the best vibes, bc there’s barely anyone there and you can do basically whatever you want. haha my dad’s the same, we have to be to the airport like 3 hours before our flight and our flights are usually at like 5:30 am. and i’m just like why? there’s barely anyone there, plus we have pre-check so we can get through really fast

anywayssss yes we’d get to the airport at like 3:30 so pretty much everyone is super tired and like about to fall asleep. and then we have to go through security and a bunch of us would get beeped lol. and i won’t have precheck bc my dad wouldn’t be there lol so i have to go through normal security with all of you guys, which i haven’t done in ages so i don’t even remember what to do lmao. don’t you have to like take your shoes off?

so once we all finally get through, we have to go find our gate so we can put all our stuff down. side note: do you guys check you bags? i never do bc both times my siblings have checked bags stuff got broken so now i just bring a carry-on suitcase and a duffel that i can put under the seat. anywayssss once all our stuff is set down ryan and quinton have to go get snacks and then braden decides to go with. honestly i feel like quinton would be the one keeping them in check lol while the other two are just going crazy with the food

meanwhile, me and jamie are just sleeping over by our gate. like usually i’m the one who’s super hyper for the morning flights, but since my swim practice keep getting pushed back later i probably wouldn’t go to bed til like 1 am the night before so i would be really tired lol. plus jamie would be wearing one of his hoodies and i would also be wearing one of his that i stole and he would be so warm that i would just fall asleep with him and we’re just cocooned together 🥺 also yes please take pictures i need a new phone background

and then kesh and kirby are just chilling together, kesh is passed out on kirby and kirby’s just playing with her hair while she sleeps bc he’s responsible so he actually went to bed early the night before lol. and some of the other guys just pull their hoods over their eyes so they can sleep 

then there’s you and quinner and dyl who are still tired but not enough to sleep, so you guys go to get coffee, either tims or starbucks depending on if we’re in canada or the states. and then you can get kesh her stuffed pretzel and then coffee for me, haha unpopular opinion i usually drink my coffee black. so then you can leave the pretzel and coffee for kesh and i and then you quinner and dyl go leave to find the other guys bc you want food lmao. good thing ryan isn’t there or else the two of you would be waking me and jamie up just to chirp us lol. anywayssss then while you guys are going to catch up with the other you steal quinner’s beanie and he spends a good 10 min trying to get it back before he just gives in and lets you keep it 😂

hehe then when it’s finally time to board it’s just chaos like trying to wake everyone up and get all your stuff and making sure everyone has passports. and then we’re all trying to carry all the snacks onto the plane bc there are so many, and everyone else is just staring at us lmao

so then once we get on the plane it’s even more chaos all trying to find our seats and everyone’s switching seats so they can sit with who they want to lol. and then i’m in a row with dyl but jamie’s not in our row, so he’s begging cozens to switch seats with him and ends up paying him like $50 just to switch lmao. so then i’m between dyl and jamie bc i really don’t care which seat i have and i’d probably be watching a movie (if we have them, idk my dad has a tonnnn of points saved up from traveling for work so we usually can get first class tickets free) bc i can never sleep on planes. and then kesh and kirby are automatically together, everyone would switch seats if they needed to have the two of them together bc they’re literally #couplegoals. and kirby’s just trying to make sure kesh is comfy and that she can sleep if she wants to. and then we have lexi in a row with quinner and ryan, and ofc they have to sit behind me for the sole purpose of lexi and ryan chirping me the entire fucking flight. but then quinner’s still tired even tho he drank like 3 coffees, so he falls asleep on lexi and lexi plays with his hair 🥺 and then half the other boys are already asleep again, like i don’t understand how they sleep sm? i could never

so anywayssss that’s all for part one, i love it and i’m so excited for part two. and i’m sorry i really didn’t add much but i’m braindead from the math test i just took

[aurorafulcrum]

Yeong-gi x Shin-Ae

Unspoken Feelings

Part 2/2

We get off the bus at my appartement. The ride was long and I accidentally fell asleep (well can you blame me? I had a rough day)

I sit down on a seat in the back beside Yeong-gi. He immediately rests his head on the window but doesn't close his eyes. All throughout the bus ride I can hear him snivel in discomfort because of the cold his bringing on. I debate whether to comfort him or not. Are we that close that I can do that? After a quick battle of keeping my eyes open, I give up and let my thoughts melt away.

I wake up to his signature scent surrounding me. His coat is wrapped around me. I look over to see him rest his head on his fist and gaze out at the city lights.

"Okay well you can put your coat and shoes over there. I'll make some tea." I say heading over to my kitchen. It's a comfy appartement even if it's quite small. Ever since I moved out it's been really quiet. "Thank you" he says taking off his shoes. I put the kettle on and notice that it started to rain. I look over to the redhead who started to lean on my counter with his arms folded. I go over to a nearby closet and pull out a hoodie. "Here ya go. It should be your size." I say as he takes it from me. Our fingertips touch and I notice his fists have those same bruises they did all those years ago. "Your hands, what happened." I ask quietly as he puts on the hoodie. His head pops out the sweater hole before he answers, making me crack out a smile. "Oh, just some exercise. Why do you have a hoodie, exactly my size?" He asks laughing lightly. Because I bought it for you... I say in my mind. " I just like big hoodies. You can have it if you want.I got plenty" I lie. "Oh I can't possibly accept it. It's yours." He says. "Suit yourself" I say walking back to the kitchen. I pour the hot water. Right that moment Yeong-gi decides to come up beside me, scaring the shit outta me. I gasp as a splash of water goes on my arm. "Ouch, fuck" I swear while blowing on my hand. "Bloody hell. I'm so sorry Shin Ae. I didn't mean to scare you. Here let me help you" he says grabbing my arm and a nearby towel. He first wets the towel and then rolls up my sleeve. He starts to bring my arm up to his face and his lips come together in an 'o' shape. My heart starts racing. What is wrong with me?? He starts to blow on the burn and wet it with the cold towel. "Uh aha thanks." I say using my other hand to cover my blush. He sees my embarrassment and finishes up. "Well your tea is ready haha" I say grabbing the cup.  He wraps his hand around the cup and his hands are placed on mine. I look down to the cup that we are both holding. Our hands are intertwined for what feels like eons. He finally puts down the cup without even taking a sip on my nearby table and turns back to face me. Here we are standing directly in front of each other not moving a muscle. His silence is overwhelming and there's so much I want to say. Before I can speak he grabs my right hand. I circled his thumb around the back of my hand. His hands are rough and his grip is gentle.  He takes his eyes off my hands and fixated on my eyes. I look at him in confusion. He has a longingly look in his face like he wants to say something but he's holding back. I won't lie, I'm holding back too. I can tell my blush is obvious and is visible to him. He let's go of my hand with a sigh of frustration, leaving me with heavy confusion. "Ok. What the hell is up with you?" I say throwing my hands. He looks at me and answers with a tone less voice. "I'm sorry, I don't- I don't know why I did that." He sits down on my couch and puts his hands in a fist. I sit down beside him but he doesn't seem to notice. I hesitate to put my hand on his back but I do it anyway. He doesn't flinch this time. "Yeong-gi, what's wrong? You can talk to me. We're friends." He looks at me as soon as I say the word 'friends'. Any remains of a smile is long gone and his expression turns devastated. He starts with a shakey breath."Today marks the day my mother.... passed." He says hold his fist tight and turning away. I process what I just heard and my stomach drops. I may have no mother in my life, but I know it's not the same when you lose someone who actually cares for you. "Oh Yeong-gi..." My heart aches for him. "It's been years. So I don't need any pity, Shin Ae." He seems hurt by his own words. I know he is trying to push me away and the old Shin Ae would've complied. But I've been trying to better myself for my friends and I won't let him fall further into his shattered thoughts. I reach my hand forward, fully aware that what I'm doing is gonna shock him. I place my hand at his cheeks and he turns around to face me. His eyes are watering and his nose is red, indicating that he had been holding in tears for long.

"Shin Ae.." his voice cracks. "Yeong-gi you're so stupid." I say with a straight face. It takes a few seconds from him to process and then his face twists into mad confusion. "Wait, what?" He starts. I almost laugh at his dumbfounded reaction but I keep my face serious. "I'm not going to take pity on you or look at you as any less than. You were strong enough to open up and if anything, I envy you." I say sighing before carrying on. " I really hope you continue to let it all out. Because god damnit, you deserve a break. I'm here for you whenever you're ready and nothing you say will leave this room. You have my word". I confidently stare at him, he looks shocked by my words and I realize the similarity. He looks away and genuinely smiles to himself.

We sit there for couple hours venting and understanding each other. He talked about what England was like and how he misses Ireland and the fields. He tells me about his mother. How she would sing to him and bring him to help in the mechanic shop. He described her as angelic. She had silk wavy hair the same colour as his. I comforted him when he was on the brink of crying. I could tell he didn't want me to see him like this. When he looked like this was enough for him I stood up and let him breathe by himself. I walked to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes and grab him a blanket for the couch. I catch a glimpse of my hand and the burnt mark on it. I think back to the coffee incident and how nobody stood up for me. It was angering. I put off the thought and change. I chose to wear just a loose tank and boy shorts. I leave the room and throw the blanket on Yeong-gi's head. "You can sleep on the couch. Unless you wanna swap with my bed instead. I really don't care." I tell him as he struggles to get the blanket off. He ruffles his now messy hair and looks at me. He's eyes trail down to the bottom of the my white tank top. "Don't worry I have boy shorts on." I roll my eyes and laugh. He blushes profusely. "No, no I wasn't-" he stops stuttering when he sees my laughing and he face turns into a pout. "You're messing with me." He says.

" 'course I am, you big lug. Now I'm going to go sleep." I say turning around to leave. "Shin Ae..." he says. I turn around and he gives me a satisfactory smile. "Thank you." He says quietly. I smile back. "Anytime."

It's well into the night when I hear a thud. I get up and grab the frying pan I always keep by my bedside since the last time. I turn the corner with my frying pan ready and jump out. Fortunately no one was there except for Yeong-gi lying on the floor, face pressed against the floorboards.

I put the pan on the kitchen table and kneel down to go help him up. I shake him, but he's clearly a heavy sleeper. So then I try lifting him back on the couch. After countless pushes and shoves I finally got him on his side on the couch. I reach to grab the blanket in drape it over him. His hand grabs my wrist as I'm leaning over him to tuck the blanket. He opens his eyes a tiny bit and his expression remains blank. He looks extremely sleepy and he let's out a small yawn. It surprises me how cute that yawn was.

"ShinAe..." he starts. Before continuing he looks at our position. I'm leaning over him, balancing on one foot and the other is in the air. He's looking up at me and his grip loosens on my wrist, yet he doesn't let go. "Do you remind when we were in Wacdonalds years ago. And we were listening to music together...?" He asks with a hoarse voice. I think back to that time. It was calming. I also think back to how a awkwardly held his hand. I mentally face palm. I nod in response. "Did you feel anything back then?" He says. "What do you mean? What kind of feelings?" I ask. My hair falls in front of my face to which he uses his free hand to brush away and tuck behind my ear. I can feel the blush creeping into my cheeks. "Did your heartbeat race fast? You know... like it would if you were... interested in me." He says closing his eyes to prepare for another yawn. He then continues.

"Because mine did. And it still does." He says looking my straight in the eyes. He bluntness caught me way off guard. "Did- did you just confess?" I stutter. "I guess I did." He answers with another one of his kind smiles. "But why?" I say. I don't understand. Why would someone like him be interested in me? Was he interested from the very beginning? My mind runs with a million questions but the one that sticks out is, do I have feelings for him?

I watch him drift off, pondering if he'll remember this in the morning. I know I'm attracted to him, and his personality is amazing. He taught me to trust more, and to open up. I've missed him desperately, more than I’d ever admit aloud, while he was gone to uni. I was half expecting him to walk in WacD's almost every day. He's solid, and he comforts me when I need him too. He makes me want to be there for him. I realize that I've been fixating on him for a while now, longing for some sort of fortitude in his embrace.

My eyes trace his freckles. His eyelashes flutter and he's lightly breathing. From someone so exhausted he looks so breathtaking. I suddenly find myself leaning in. Every inch of me knows that we're compatible, I know I love him. But I'm terrified for where we go from here. I'm inches away from his lips now but I pause when I hear him grunt. His eyes snap open and he sees how close I am. His arm sneaks it's way around me and places on my waist. He brushes my hair out of my face again. It's like automatic what were doing. And before I realize it he brings himself up to my lips. My eyes are like saucers and I lose balance. I fall right into him.

I can feel his grin against my lips and he pauses just to laugh. Universe have mercy, that laugh. It flows out of his throat naturally, causing flutters in my abdomen. I reach my hand around his neck and pull him onto my lips once again. This time it's his turn to be shocked. Our kiss is light and tender, there's no urgency. We're both here in the moment. He pulls away and so do I. "Please don't say it's a dream." He laughs. My cheeks redden and so do his. "N-no. It's not."I say between laughs. "Shin Ae I think I love you." He's expression changes into a heartfelt one. I don't even think about what I say next.

"I think I do too."

[abbacchiosbelt]

Ok, I’ve been recently thinking a lot about this scenario involving La Squadra + reader sleeping in the same room. Everyone is asleep except you and your fave, so you end up sliding into his bed. You hug and cuddle, but slowly you notice he’s hard and you just wanna give him a relief. So you slowly stroke him while you listen to his breath and look how he’s struggling to keep the most quiet possible, not being sure if anyone else is listening~~ u//w//u

some spicy and sleepy men inspired by your confession, anon! ♥ (*♡∀♡)

18+ content under the cut!

Sliding innext to Risotto felt like heaven – everything about him when he was relaxedlike this was warm and comforting. He huffs when you nuzzle into his exposedchest, but you just can’t help yourself. Lazily stroking your hand across hischest is slowly putting you to sleep, so you roll over and press your back intohis chest, sighing.

A momentlater, though, there’s a hardness stirring on your backside that’s snuglytucked into Risotto’s lower half.

Oh.

Biting backa grin, you slowly trail your hand up his clothed leg and dip your hand underthe hem, earning a quiet gasp from your normally stoic capo. He digs his faceinto your hair and exhales quietly when you wrap your hand around his thickmember – fuck, it’s so big that you can’t even get your hand all the way aroundit. It’s no matter, though, as Risotto is already bucking into your handslowly.

There’s awarmth on your neck that turns into kissing when you start rubbing your palmagainst his cock head, gently rolling his foreskin down and smearing the precumthat had gathered at the tip. So quiet that you can barely hear him, he liftshis lips from your neck to whisper into your ear.

“No teasing,tesoro.”

With agentle swirl of your hand around his shaft in response, he hisses and plantshis lips back onto your neck. The slow rhythm you’re working him in has Risottodesperate for more, but the sweet and quiet sounds he’s holding back – only audibleto you – are just pushing you to tease him more.

You have tobite back a yelp when Risotto tugs your pajama pants and underwear down – and thenyou feel him pulling your hand from his pants, his own pajamas removed to slidehis cock in-between your warm thighs.

“Enough teasing,”he murmurs into your ear before he begins to slowly slide his cock through yourplush thighs, barely brushing against your own aching sex. A moan falls fromyour mouth and Risotto brings his hand up to push two fingers in.

“Quiet now,tesoro.”

Formaggio had been loose with his hands allnight – a touch on your lower back, begging you to sit on his lap during themovie, his hand accidentally brushing against your ass whenever youwalked by. You reward him, then, by sliding into his bed and eagerly snugglingup for some warm cuddles – clearly, he needed some attention.

He wraps hisarms around your waist and nuzzles into your neck, dragging you close to pressyour chests together, bare skin burning hot against your thin sleep shirt.

“Jeez, ‘Maggi,you’re burning up,” you mumble, letting your lips brush across his collarbone.

“Nothelping.” He replies, a little louder than was polite with so many sleepingbodies around you. You’re about to playfully admonish him until he pusheshimself against you, letting you feel the unmistakable hardness under his boxershorts.

Though itseemed impolite, maybe taboo, you didn’t think twice before sliding your handinto his boxers and grabbing his hard cock.

“A-ah, fuck—”he whimpers, managing to tone down his volume. “Babe…”

It’s all youneed to start slowly stroking him the way he liked, slow, with your handgripped just so around his cock. It didn’t take a lot to get Formaggio off, butthere was nothing more you loved than seeing his face flushed red whilst you teasedhim and kept him on the brink.

It wouldn’tdo now, though, with so many others around you. When you increase your paceFormaggio starts huffing out little moans, loud enough that there’s a chancesomeone could wake up. You draw your hand away from him and lay a single fingeron his member instead, teasing.

“Stay quiet,amore. Or I’ll stop.” You kiss his collarbone and Formaggio sighs deeply, tinywhine hidden underneath. You press another kiss to his collarbone and wrap yourhand back around him to continue your slow stroking.

This wasgoing to be a fun night.

Illuso, for once, hadn’t retreated into themirror world to go to sleep. Instead, his head was resting comfortably on yourchest as the two of you lay snug on the couch. You’d almost thought he’d fallenasleep, from the quiet breathing you heard, but there’s a noticeable twitchingagainst your thigh.

When youglance down at him, red eyes are staring back into yours, one side of his mouthquirked up.

“Naughty,”you admonish softly, tugging at one of his pigtails. He grinds against you andpresses his face into your chest that muffles the moan that escapes him.

You don’tgive Illuso the chance to get back at you – instead, you reach your hand intohis pants and wrap your fingers around his hot and heavy member, alreadyleaking precum.

“You’re dirty,”You whisper, squeezing him lightly. Illuso practically whines and thenhis eyes go wide, realizing how loud he’d just been. If he wanted you to stop,he would have said so, so you squeeze him again before starting to languidlystroke him.

He’s neverbeen good at keeping quiet – so watching his face twist in pleasure whilst hetries to bite back every moan and groan is a treat, especially when his cocktwitches in your hand.

You’re sureyou’d be dragged away to the mirror world the moment you stopped teasing him.

Pesci can scarcely believe that you’veclimbed in next to him for a cuddle – but he was more than excited to reciprocate,eagerly pulling you into his arms against his warm and broad body. You werehappy to be held close against him – he was so comfy; it was like he was ahuman body pillow.

He just won’tstop shifting, and it was beginning to agitate you a little. You’d neverget to sleep at this rate – but when you’re about to turn around and ask himwhat’s wrong, he shifts in just the right way to alert you that he’s rock hardunder his sleep pants. You still, and Pesci shifts away immediately.

“S-sorry, Iknow it’s bad.” He murmurs, sounding defeated. Oh – now this was a problemyou were happy to deal with.

“It’s not.”You’re quick to reassure him you mean it by sliding your hand down his pantsslowly and taking hold of his thick cock. Pesci keens into your touch andcurves his body towards yours, a loud moan spilling from his lips.

“Stay quiet,caro.” Pesci stills at your words and squirms in pleasure as you slowly workyour hand up and down his cock, using all the tricks you’d picked up on fromprevious experiences with the shy man.

A shiftingon the floor and a loud snore makes you stop – until Pesci bucks into your handand mumbles a quiet sorry again. The shifting stops quickly enough and youstart to work him with your hand again.

This was oneproblem you didn’t mind being interrupted for.

Prosciutto initially protests when you give himdoe eyes and pat the couch next to you – but when he looks around to see thecrowded room, he climbs in beside you. For someone who had been reluctant, he’squick to pull you against his chest into a comforting embrace.

Breathing inhis scent has your mind racing with ideas, an unwelcome heat in your lower halfinterrupting what you thought would be a night of wholesome cuddling. You gasp,then, when Prosciutto rubs himself against your thigh and groans.

“Are you…awake?” You whisper, not daring to look up. A hand trailing down your side andgripping your hip answers your question. You let out a shaky breath when hishand trails up your shirt and across your sensitive chest, fingertips brushingagainst your nipples.

“Prosciutto,”you sigh, wiggling back into him. Without a word, he lifts you onto his body, grindinghis erection into your lower body. His gaze, icy blue eyes still cuttingthrough the dim lighting of the room, makes the heat in your lower half coil.

“Shh.”Prosciutto presses his lips to yours and continues his slow grind against you –you feel like a teenager, dry humping against him like this – but at the sametime it’s thrilling, knowing that you’re so desperate for each other.

You’d haveto invite him to cuddle more often.

Melone had been giving you bedroom eyes allnight, lowly dropping his head next to yours and whispering how much he’d beenthinking about you today at every opportunity he got. Melone pouted when you invitedhim to cuddle next to you in the same room as everyone else – though it wasquickly evident by his hard cock rubbing against your thigh that he wasn’tgoing to be deterred by his goal.

But you’d belying if you said his low whispers hadn’t made your own lower body ache – so witha sneaky grin, you slide your hand down and grip his cock – already bare andfree from his loose pajama bottoms – and pump it slowly.

“Oh,” Melonebreathes, quiet. It’s not often he gets flustered, but in the low light youcould see pink dusting across his cheeks. When his eyes meet yours you simplysmile and start pumping his cock in a slow rhythm, squeezing around his head inthe way you knew got him whining.

He wasbiting his lip in an attempt to keep his moans down – but a particularly loudone slipped out, earning a thrown pillow at the couch courtesy of Ghiaccio. Melone’scock was still throbbing in your hand, though, so as soon as it’s quiet, youstart working him up again.

“Gattino,”you purr, increasing your pace. Melone shoves his head into your chest andwhines. “Shh, you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No—” hewhimpers into your chest, canting his hips to thrust his cock into yourministrations.

For the onewho began it, Melone wasn’t very good at his own game. No matter – you were havinga great time.

Ghiaccio’s eyes go wide when you trail yourhand down his cool chest and slide them into his pants, teasing the skin on hisupper thighs. He’s not hard yet – but you can feel his cock coming to life,twitching when you hit a particularly ticklish spot on his inner thigh.

“Fuckingquit,” he hisses – but his eyes and the blush on his face are telling adifferent story.

“Hm.” Youretort, drawing a fingertip up his now erect cock. With enough pressure to nothurt, you slide your nails up his length and revel in the low hiss it drawsfrom his lips.

“Fuck you.”He spits, but his head dips to lavish bites and kisses onto your neck as yourfingers trail up and down his cock, robbing him of the friction he desperatelywanted. When you finally wrap your hand around him Ghiaccio groans into yourchest and then shoots you a glare.

“I’m not theone being loud,” you say. “Ghia.” The way you draw out your nickname for himhas him bucking into your hand, body betraying his mind that was anxious aboutthe others hearing. The way his swollen cock twitched in your hand let you knowhow he really felt.

Oh, Ghiacciowas loving this.

Sorbet& Gelato, muchto your surprise, tug you into bed with them and squash you smack in the middleof a tight embrace. Sorbet’s head is nestled into your neck while Gelato’s wasresting on your chest, both of them rather content with the addition of you asa human pillow.

Your eyesare barely holding themselves open when you feel Gelato press against you once –then twice, with an unmistakable cant to his hips. You don’t know if he’sasleep so you nervously lay there – and then Sorbet is rubbing himselfagainst your other side and you feel like that perhaps it was a mistake to getinto bed with them.

“We know you’reawake,” murmurs Sorbet, cold lips brushing against your neck.

“You werejust going to let us use you like that?” Gelato thrusts into your thigh with aquiet groan and then looks up at you with a sharp smile. “How sick.”

“S-sorry, Ididn’t—” you’re cut off by Sorbet’s index finger pressing hard against yourlips.

“Let us helpyou out, tesoro. You’re obviously starving for attention.” Sorbethisses, voice low and menacing. “Get your head under the covers and down by ourcocks.”

“Wh—” You’recut off by his entire hand this time, and your head is tipped down forcefullyto meet his gaze.

“Under. Now.You’ll know what to do.”

Gelato isn’tgoing to be any help, so as quietly as you can you climb under the covers – you’restopped with the feel of hands gripping tightly to your hips – and then yourbottoms are being tossed off and there’s the warmth of someone’s breath acrossyour aching sex.

You reallyshouldn’t be turned on by this—

You receivea harsh squeeze on your thigh so you busy yourself with freeing both theircocks from their pajama bottoms, awkwardly maneuvering so you can take Gelato’sinto your mouth and Sorbet’s into your hand. Judging by the lack of squeezing,it was the right move.

You whinearound Gelato’s cock when you feel a warm tongue lick a stripe up your sex –and then another tongue – oh fuck, they’re both using their mouths on you. Thelack of movement from your end earns you a harsh bite on your inner thigh thathas tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

And so, youmove, slowly working Sorbet’s cock in one hand while your mouth struggles tofit Gelato’s girthy cock in your mouth.

Well – you supposedthis wasn’t the worst waythings could have turned out.

[spirit-mysteria]

Chapter 1

Zorn’s P.O.V

Today is the day of the coronation… my coronation. All my fathers’ responsibilities will fall onto my shoulders, and it would now fall onto me to see to the safety of my people. Talk about pressure!

I flop back against my bed and stare out the window, trying to calm my ever growing nerves. I found myself smiling as my gaze lands on the massive palace gardens. Perhaps a walk would calm my nerves. I’m about to be the king, I think I’m allowed to walk in my own palace grounds.

I stand up, stretching. My joints protesting with audible pops that had me sighing in relief. I chuckle to myself and slip on some common clothes. Don’t need my citizens to recognize me when I’m supposed to be getting ready for my big day.

I slip an older more comfortable pair of boots on before I leave my room, heading for one of the many palace exits. As I made my ways through the palace halls, I could hear my sisters discussing the ball tonight. Chivon sounded less than excited as usual. Part of me wonders if she shouldn’t have been born a man.

“Don’t worry Chiv, all the eyes will be focused on me tonight anyway,” I chuckle happily, poking my head into the room.

“Oh shut up, I hope you trip in front of the whole kingdom.” Chivon rolls her eyes, chucking one of Sera’s books at me. I pull away from the door laughing quietly to myself, before continuing through the hall. Soon I came across a set of stairs that lead to one of the servent exits.

“Perfect,” I smile pushing the door open and heading for the garden gates. They were large and extravagant just like most of this place. I give the gates a shove and they creak open slowly.

The gardens were magnificent. Filled with flowers of every kind, beautiful trees that towered over you, and even exotic plants you couldn’t find anywhere else in the kingdom. .

I remember coming here as a kid. I would spend hours just exploring and I think I used to talk to someone. Probably just one of my sisters. It’s been so long since I’ve been here but it’s still as magical as I remember. I chuckle to myself and stretch out before sitting on the old wooden swing. It had been built when my mother was a child. She used to take us out there as kids and would swing with us for hours. It had always been a war between my sisters and I on who’d get to sit in mom’s lap at the time. Then we would all sit against the tree and Mom would read stories to us. It was easily her favorite place in the whole kingdom. Mine too.

I prop my arms up along the sides of the swing and yawn leaning back relaxing happily. This is better. Being surrounded by all this, how could I worry about what’s coming next? Here, I can just focus on the present

I went to close my eyes, figuring the bells would wake me in time, but before I could I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.

“Hello?” I ask as I slowly sit up looking around in confusion. “I’m just trying to relax here for a little bit, if you could not tell the reporters outside that would be great.” No one spoke up. Huh... I swear I saw something move. “If you’re not supposed to be out here I won’t tell anyone.” I stand slowly and frown in confusion, looking around the pathways surrounding me.

“It must be my nerves getting to me,” I mumble to myself and lay back down, staring up at the sky.

The branches above me start to rustle before I hear a squeak. Something small falls from the tree that looks kind of like a butterfly until it catches itself and looks directly at me. A fairy. But not just any fairy. It was my fairy.

“YEVETTE!” I shout, looking up at the girl excitedly. I can see the confusion on her face but she’s the same girl, she has the same bright blue eyes. The same wavy strawberry blonde hair. The same shimmering wings. I have no doubt she’s the same fairy I’d spent two summers talking to. Until my father forbid me from coming to the gardens, saying it was childish for a prince.

“Yevette it’s me! Zornesk!” I look up at her, holding my hands out in hopes that she’ll come and take a seat so I can talk to her.

“No. Zorn isn’t allowed in the gardens, Abby told me so herself. He hasn’t been here to see me in years. .” She frowns, flying to a branch and staring down at me. “Which is sad because he was my best friend.”

I have to admit, that hurt. It’s true, I haven’t been in the gardens for years since my father deemed it childish. But I should have tried harder. Instead, I abandoned my only friend. I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my head and smiled up at Eve softly. I offer my hands to her again.

“Eve, it’s really me, think about it, would I know your name if I wasn’t Zorn?”

“Well uhm... if you’re Zorn prove it! Where did you get my name from?” She looks at me and stubbornly crosses her arms.

“I got your name from one of the books in the library, I kept trying to give you names and you did not like a lot of them.” I chuckle softly and smile watching her. “Please come here?”

“ZORN!” She flies at me happily and drops into my hands sitting down. “I believe you now.” She smiles up at me and I can’t help but chuckle.

“You’ve grown, not much, but you’ve grown.” I chuckle softly stroking the top of her head with my thumb.

“You’ve grown a lot! Like a lot! I remember you being short because that’s when I knew you, and when your hair was short too.” She nods happily and closes her eyes leaning into my hand.

“Yeah a few things have changed since then,” I nod to my pony tail. “Like in a few hours, I will no longer be a prince.”

“Is it because you came to the gardens...?” She frowns and crosses her arms looking up at me. “Are they not letting you be a prince anymore just because of the garden...”

“What?” The hell does she mean? Not letting me be a... ooooh, “No no, Yevette I’m going to become the king, so I can come back out here now, whenever I don’t have important duties of course.” *I start walking heading further down the garden paths. “It goes from prince to king.”

“Oh! So you’ll make the big important rules now!” She nods her head smiling happily. What kind of big important rules does she think I can make? Does she even understand how laws work? I grin softly and chuckle. “Hey don’t laugh At me! I’m serious! Sera said Kings make really important uhm... laws, and she said laws are like rules!” Her face lite up as she explains what my sister has been teaching her. Fuck she’s adorable, how could I have forgotten about her... she’s the cutest little thing ever. My finger continues to stroke her head as I look around happily.

“So you mentioned my sisters, have they been keeping you company lately?” I look down at her to ask the question before I look back at the path. Tripping with her in my hands... not something I planned on doing.

“Yes! Sera and Chi! They’re the best! Chi is kinda weird, she doesn’t smile a lot, but I like her, and Sera is really really sweet! She brings me new flowers whenever you all go on trips. And she always told me how you were doing, only because I asked, but it was still nice!” She kept on chattering about my sisters, her voice soft and sweet.

Yevette was untouched by the cruelty of the world... just a sweet innocent girl... well I guess woman at this point. She looked so grown up... I wish I hadn’t been gone so long... almost 15 years since I’d last seen her.... my train of thought comes to a halt when I realized she’s no longer talking.

“You okay Zorn?” Her small fingers wrapped around my thumb, she pulled It closer And positioned it so she could rest her arms on my thumb.

“Yeah I’m okay, ecspecially now,” I chuckle and use my other thumb to stroke her head. “How old are you now?”

“I’m twenty one, I was six the last time I saw you, I must’ve been really small to you then,” she laughs happily and looks up at me still using my thumb as her arm rest.

“Yeah, I remember you being tiny, your wings were smaller too, and I kept trying to sneak you into the castle but then my nurse mother would check my pockets and make me let you go back.” Marian, I swear that lady knew more then she ever let on. She was never phased by Yevette.

“I remember that!” She nods happily. “And now you’re back so now we can start spending time together again, and maybe I can actually see the castle!”

Before I can agree with her I stop short as I feel her leave my hand and she’s suddenly face to face with me. “You’ve got a scar.” She frowns her hand tracing the claw marks that were permanently etched onto my face. “You didn’t have this when we were little.”

“It’s nothing don’t worry, it happened years ago little one,” I chuckle softly and turn puffing a gust of air at her pushing her away from the scars. Not a story I wanted to get into with her. Too violent.

“Hey!” She squeaks and tumbles around before regaining her stability. She huffs and crosses her arms glaring at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle. So cute, her hair wild and all over the place.

“What you were touching my face,” I chuckle happily continuing along the old cobbled path. “But you might wanna fix your hair little one,” out of the corner of my eye I watch as she frantically fixes her hair.

She quickly flies ahead to catch up. Her wings fluttering quickly as she flew around me a few times making me chuckle. After a few moments she sat down on my shoulder. “Comfy?” I look at her out of the corner of my eyes.

“Yep! Nice and comfy,” she leans against my neck and relaxes contently.

“You’re awfully trusting for someone so small,” I smile and yawn heading over to an old willow and leaning back against the tree. I slide down slowly making sure to keep an eye on her.

“Well because you’re my friend Zorn, you didn’t hurt me when we were kids you wouldn’t do it now.” She shrugs and sits back happily. “I trust you Zorn.”

I look at her and huff rolling my eyes happily before I scoop her off my shoulder. “So you really think kings just make “rules”?” I lift an eyebrow chuckling happily.

“Well yeah. That doesn’t seem like a very hard job.” She nods and lays back on my hand.

“No it’s a lot more then that, there are so many responsibilities, I have to ensure the safety of the entire kingdom, keep the peace with other kingdoms, a lot of really boring stuff too, but yes I do make the rules. And everyone in the kingdom is supposed to listen to me.” I chuckle hoping I explained it right to her.

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m not apart of your kingdom,” she nods happily.

“What do you mean, Yevette the palace grounds are apart of my kingdom,” I lift an eyebrow confused.

“‘No you said people, I’m not people, I’m a fairy,” she sits up looking at me happily.” Little thing seems pretty pleased with her logic as I let out an exasperated sigh.

“Yevette, you know people doesn’t refer to just humans, it refers to the elves and orcs and all the other creatures. Including you.” Maybe that will get it through.

“Nope I don’t count, I’ve already decided, I’m immune to your king powers.” Her wings flutter happily as she stares up at me smiling.

“You little shit…” I whisper and shake my head!

Yevette quickly left my hand and was in my face again. This time, she shook her head her hands on her hips. “That’s bad language Zorn! Watch your mouth!”

“But…. I’m about to be king…. I’m allowed to cuss…” I huff under my breath and blow a gust of air at her again. I push myself way from the tree laying back on the ground my arms resting behind my head. Letting out a content sigh I close my eyes.

“Hey!” Two tiny hands touch my nose. Slowly I open one eye to peak at her, I smile softly and chuckle.

“Yes little one?” I whisper not wanting to hurt her ears with her being this close to me.

“Are you gonna take a nap? If you are I’m gonna go do some flower tending, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead and have fun little one,” I nod my head gently and close my eye.

She took off quickly. My cute little fairy is all grown up. I can’t believe it. I’ve got someone I can spend my time with again. Besides my sisters or any of the advisors. I yawn again and decide to take a nap, just a short one.

[malecftw]

Between two fires - Colby Brock imagine

A/N: so I found this on my computer just now, something I wrote ages ago. This obviously takes place before Jake got a girlfriend and before Devyn and Corey broke up.

Hope you like it!

Word count: 2002

Warnings: teasing? 

You can find my masterlist here X

As I walk up to the front door, I hear laughter throughout the entire house. My hand is held up in a fist, ready to knock when the wooden door opens in front of me. I immediately get enveloped in a hug by Devyn. It's been a while since I've seen her and have always had a big sister relationship with her. "Welcome back stranger." She chirps into my ear. I laugh at her excitement and squeeze her sides a little tighter.

"Babe, please don't hold the poor girl hostage! We all want a hug!" Corey shouts while he walks over to us with Sam and Kat. Everyone is grinning from ear to ear and Devyn releases me. "Uhm, I think she was enjoying herself just fine." She sasses while I get attacked by Sam & Kat simultaneously. Aaron is standing next to Corey and waves excitedly. I make a mental note to have a minute with him later since we clicked very early on and he was the one that introduced me to everyone else.

"Well, this is the best sandwich I've ever been part of." I beam. They both laugh and Katrina pets my hair while Sam attempts to tickle my back. Instead of tickling my back, he accidentally tickles Kat's tummy and she giggled at the feeling. "Mom and dad have missed you, my child," Sam says in an attempted posh English accent. "Please stop, you're gonna make her run away if you do that ever again." Katrina squeals since Sam is still tickling her.

At that, I hear some very loud, deep voices and see Colby, Jake, and Brennen appear in the doorway. Brennen shakes his head and pulls me out of Sam & Kat's embrace to then pull me into his chest. "Long time no see little bean." He pulls away and throws an arm over my shoulder as we look at Jake and Colby play fighting to get to me. "Stop it, Colby, she likes me better anyway." "You wish Jake." Colby has Jake in a chokehold while he tries to slap Colby around the head.

I laugh and decide to break them up. "If you guys continue like that I'll like none of you by the end of the night." They're surprised at my statement and awkwardly try to stop teasing one another.

I walk up to Jake, considering I've always been more intimidated and shy cause of Colby's looks. He's literally got anything and everything I'm attracted to in a guy. From the corner of my eye, I see Colby pout. Jake notices too, he puffs his chest out and smirks. Adding to the fact I chose him over Colby.

I slap his chest and give him a stern look, as to say 'be nice'. He looks at me sheepishly but nevertheless wraps his arms around my waist.

His thumb rubs small circles on my back and I can't help but bask at the moment. He's always been soft, and it's one of the things I appreciate most about him. I could be delicate with Jake. I could be a porcelain doll and I'd still be safe with him.

I awkwardly step back, thinking about the length of our hug and whether anyone else noticed.

I turn completely towards Colby. He looks at me and smiles widely before opening his arms completely. 'Come here you.' He says loudly and I laugh. Colby never fails to make me smile. I walk into his arms and am completely surrounded by his entire body. I fall into him perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces if you will. His cologne makes its way up my nose and I try to hold in my sneeze, of course, I fail and I decide to call him out. 'Someone's gone a little heavy on the Boss perfume today.' At that everyone laughs and Colby looks at me with fake hurt. 'I thought you liked my sexy male scent.' I cringe at his words and it shows in my expression which only makes him laugh.

'I do Colby, but not when it smells like you've showered in it.' He nods, admitting he may have gone overboard and we all head inside.

Popcorn is made, pizza is ordered, drinks are poured. Everyone's having a great time chilling out. Old songs from when we were teenagers are being played throughout the house, and when 'You Are The Music In Me' from High School Musical 2 comes on, I just have to pull Jake with me to dance and jam out.

He holds my waist just like Troy does to Gabriella in the movie and we act out the scene without piano though.

After the song has ended we fall back onto the couch, completely exhausted by putting on our 5-star performance. We look at each other whilst laughing and he brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. We share a moment that gets interrupted when Colby decides to wriggle his way in between us. 'Bro, what the fuck are you doing?' Jake asks, looking at Colby with an irritated expression. Colby acts all innocent and shrugs. "What bro? Y/n is so comfy and I'm tired okay."

I roll my eyes at his lame excuse and sigh. "Contrary to popular belief, I am in fact not a piece of furniture you can use whenever you please Colby Brock."

He giggles at me sassing him but continues to stay put, head on my lap while his feet seemingly try to kick Jake in the face.

"Dude you're so annoying." "Fuck off then Jakey." He says in a girly voice.

After Jake makes his way to the kitchen, I look Colby in the eyes and he rolls his eyes knowing he's about to be told off.

"You're so petty Colby, what's going on with you?" His entire demeanor changes and he stares at me with serious eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to spend time with my favorite girl?"

This silences me and I awkwardly look around the room, acting like there's something more interesting to look at than the boy I've had a crush on for the longest time, located right in my lap at this moment.

Colby sighs at my reaction and sits back up, swinging an arm over the couch, locating it behind my neck and the tips of his fingers resting on my shoulder. I lean back and rest my head on his forearm. At that he smirks, realizing he hasn't lost my attention in the slightest.

Jake returns, holding a cup in each hand which I look at him with a questioning gaze for.

"I made you your favorite. You've always said my drink mixing skills are the best so I decided to treat you." He smiles. I look up at him and straighten myself to take the cup from Jake, intentionally holding it higher so I have to disconnect from Colby's arm. I thank him and take a sip from the beverage, moaning as my tastebuds register the sweet goodness he has prepared for me.

"Damn Jake, you haven't lost your touch in the slightest."

I get distracted by Katrina showing me something on her phone, so Colby and Jake are now having a full-on stare off behind my back. Literally. Corey watches the whole scene unfold and lets out a loud laugh at the two boys fighting for my attention while I'm kind of ignorant.

Everyone's attention switches to Corey now and he looks like he just ate the world's hottest pepper as everyone looks at him expecting to say something. Eventually, Devyn gives him a jab to the ribs and he crumbles. "I was just having a moment guys don't judge me."

I redirect my attention back to Jake as he starts to tickle my neck. "Jake stop it, I'm gonna pull a muscle." Jake continues, laughing at my deformed stature when Colby decides he's had enough. "Don't worry y/n, prince Colby to the rescue!" I look at him weirdly but my expression soon changes from confusion to pure fear when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "COLBY WHAT THE FUCK PUT ME DOWN!" "What are you saying milady, I'm saving you from that troll." He shouts dramatically as he nods to Jake. At that everyone laughs and Jake sinks further into the couch, clearly annoyed that Colby won that one.

I get confused when I realize Colby takes me upstairs rather than back to the couch. I started patting his ass cause 1. He's got a nice ass. 2. It's the only thing I could annoy him with at this point since I was still being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Wowww, harassment much." He says jokingly and I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. "Shut the fuck up Colby you know you like it." He doesn't reply but instead, throws me onto his bed. As I sit up straight, I hear a click when he locks his bedroom door. He acts like nothing happened and goes to sit on his desk, right in front of the bed. Now he looks at me with those weird eyes. Like he wants to say something, but doesn't. I can see him thinking about stuff and I start getting awkward when his gaze doesn't leave mine.

I break eye contact and look around the room, not being able to handle his intense stare. "You know y/n, there's this girl." My heart instantly drops. "She's got a pretty little face, interesting sense of humor, a good heart. You could say she's perfect." "Oh really..." I say, not even interested anymore in where this is going.

He gets closer to me slowly, eyes burning a hole into my skull. "Yeah. You see, there's one tiny issue I have with her." I look up at him questioningly. He gets closer to me, crouching down in between my legs, supporting his weight with both hands on my thighs as he whispers in my ear. "She's such a fucking tease."

At that I gulp audibly. I didn't see that one coming. "Oh... are you sure that's a problem? You seem more into it than you say you are." He smirks. "I don't know. She tries flirting with a friend of mine, but I can see right through her. I see how her eyes stay on me for that fraction of a second longer. I see the way she crumbles under my touch." At that he pinches my thighs with his big hands. "And I see the way she gets goosebumps when my lips get close to her neck." He exhales down my neck as the tip of his nose touches my ear.

My eyes close. I try to compose myself but my response comes out stuttering anyways. 'I don't think she's the only tease around here."

At that, he grabs my chin and plants his lips on mine. A firestorm builds in my stomach he kisses me hard, yet with care. The passion is dripping off of him and I feel like I'm about to make a free fall. The butterflies in my stomach have turned into full-on Colibris and the feeling almost overwhelms me, yet Colby is right here, tugging at my whole being to pull me back to the real world.

He licks my bottom lip, but I deny him entrance and he smirks knowing he'll have to work a lot harder for his reward.

He pushes me down onto the bed, lips still on mine as he places both knees on either side of my hips.

His right hand gently cups my neck while the left one presses hard into my waist. Like the perfect balance of soft but intense.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls back, breathing hard as he presses his forehead against.

He closes his eyes and smiles. "That wasn't too bad now, was it y/n?" He whispers, still infatuated with the moment and me.