#going to bed now.. was very sleepy while drawing this so there are definitely a bunch of mistakes oops

[poniko-w]

fulman x kouhai? :3

i love any yuri..

[fushic0re]

𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓?

𝗗𝗔𝗗!𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝘅 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…except baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. SMUT; penetrative sex, trying to keep it quiet, getting caught. baby gojo being an especially cute cockblock. 

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

“TORU–” YOU PANT AGAINST YOUR HUSBAND’S EAR. 

Satoru grunts in response. His large hands tighten around the meat of your thighs, his fingers leaving an indentation against your skin from his grip. His hips move with more vigor, pounding into you wildly as he loses every piece of himself to pull of your velvety walls. Each thrust draws him deeper and deeper into your heat, a feeling he missed oh so much. While fatherhood was the biggest calling of his life and his proudest accomplishment, he definitely missed the spontaneous aspect of his relationship with you–quickies in places you most definitely should not be having sex in, watching you cook and deciding then and there to bend you over the kitchen counter to have his way with you, being late to commitments because he decided to spend an extra hour or two in bed with you, the whole nine yards. 

You were everything–a mother, the woman who birthed the first Gojo heir in years, an amazing sorcerer. But you were his girl before everything else. And now that your son was asleep after the sugar crash he had from too many cookies at the Christmas Eve party, it was prime time for him to remind you of just how much he loved you. 

“Hah…shit–” 

“Mama? Dada?” 

Time freezes for a moment as do you and Satoru, staring at each other as your bodies stiffen as if remaining oh so still will make your son unsee the sight before his innocent eyes. You quickly snap out of it, yanking the throw blanket hanging from the back of the couch and wrapping it around you both. To the innocent eye, it looks as if you and your husband were just having a cuddle. Satoru follows suit, lifting his blindfold off to stare at his son lovingly. 

“What’s up, little man? You should be sleeping that sugar rush off.” He chuckles, completely unphased by the fact that your son had just walked in on the both of you. 

The Gojo heir rubs his sleepy eyes with his small fists. 

“Is Santa here yet? Y-Yuuji said he would be here soon…” He mumbles, his little voice raspy. 

You look at Satoru with wide eyes for a moment before nervously laughing as you pull the blanket tighter around your bare forms. 

“No, baby. Santa doesn’t come until very, very late when all you babies are fast asleep. Go back to sleep, you have nothing to worry about.” You assure. 

Your son is just about to walk off when his eyes fully register what is in front of him. Under the impression that you have been fully caught, you slap your husband’s chest. 

“Do something.” You hiss. 

“I don’t know, babe, this is kinda funny–” 

“I told you too much sugar would mess with his sleep schedule! I told you!” 

“Okay, but how was I supposed to know Yuuji was going to get him all Santa-crazed–” 

“Because you are his dad! Dads know these things!”

“...You sayin’ I’m a DILF?” 

“A..Are you guys c-cuddling without m-me?” 

You and Satoru’s incessant bickering comes to a halt. Both of your hearts break at the sight of those big blue eyes welling up with tears, that pouty bottom lip trembling as he clutches his blanket for comfort. Just like that, your shared kryptonite had rendered you both fightless. When your son cried, angels cried for him. Satoru springs into action, pulling on his boxers and scooping your son up into his arms. You try your best to, but the ache and empty feeling in between your legs cannot be ignored. 

“I’m sorry, buddy. Your momma wanted daddy all for herself because she gets jealous.” Satoru dramatically wails, hugging your baby and rocking him in his arms. 

You gasp as you stare at him incredulously. Was he seriously throwing you under the bus? Turning you against your own son?

“Excuse me?!” 

“Come on, let daddy take you to bed for some snuggles aaaaaalll by yourself!” He cries out once more. 

With that, Satoru easily diverted the situation. He grins at you as he carries your baby boy back to bed, the latter falling asleep in the comfort of his arms as he does so.

“Bad mommy.” Your little one murmurs as his father descends down the hallway, leaving you floored. 

Satoru Gojo would receive one, and only one, gift that year….blue balls. And not in the form of ornaments. 

© all rights reserved to fushic0re — do not translate, repost, or plagiarize.

[pucksandpower]

Under the Influence

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc knows three things (1) wisdom teeth have nothing to do with being wise (2) his face looks like a chipmunk and (3) he really really really loves his girlfriend

Warnings: mention of minor medical procedure

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. Bleary eyed, you reach for it and squint at the screen. 37 missed calls and too many texts to count, all from Charles.

It’s the big day — your boyfriend is finally getting his wisdom teeth removed this morning. You had wanted to go with him to the oral surgeon but Charles insisted he would be fine on his own.

Clearly, that was not the case.

The phone starts vibrating again and you swipe to answer. Before you can even say hello, Charles’ slurred voice comes through the speaker. “Ma choupinette! I misssss you!” He draws out the last word for several seconds. You stifle a laugh at how loopy he sounds from the painkillers.

“Hi, my love. How are you feeling?” You ask gently.

You hear some shuffling on his end of the line.

“I feel ... so good! I can’t feel my face though. Is it still there?” More shuffling noises. “Yep, still here! Wow, my cheeks are soooo big and fluffy now!” He descends into a fit of giggles.

You grin and shake your head. Your poor Charles is definitely still under the influence of the drugs. “I’m glad you’re not in any pain. Are you home already?”

“Yep! Safe and sound in my bed. But it’s so lonely without you here. You should come over and cuddle me!” His words come out muffled, no doubt because his mouth is still numb.

You glance at the clock — it’s still relatively early in the morning. “I would love to but I have a few things to take care of first. I’ll come by this afternoon to check on you though, okay?”

Charles lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiiiine. Hey, did you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world? And you’re so nice too! I’m the luckiest ...” He trails off into incomprehensible mumbling.

You have to press your hand to your mouth to hold in your laughter. Anesthetized Charles is even more adorable than regular Charles. “Thank you, my love. You’re very kind. Now get some rest, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okayyyy, bye bye gorgeous!” Charles singsongs before hanging up. Still chuckling, you set your phone down to start getting ready for the day. Your productivity is short lived however, as your phone immediately starts buzzing again.

Charles is calling you back.

With a mix of amusement and exasperation, you answer the call. Before you can ask what’s wrong, Charles’ cheerful voice exclaims, “I forgot to tell you I love you!”

You can’t help but laugh out loud this time. “I love you too, Charles.”

“Yay!” He cheers. In the background, you hear a woman’s voice telling Charles to stay in bed and get some rest. It must be his mother looking after him. Thank goodness for her help today.

You talk Charles into hanging up and leaving you be for now. As entertaining as loopy Charles is, you do need to run some errands. You eventually make it out the door and head into town. While perusing the aisles of the grocery store, your phone buzzes again. Expecting it to be Charles, you don’t even look at the screen before answering with an amused, “Yes, my love?”

Instead of your boyfriend’s sleepy voice, you hear numerous screams and squeals on the other end. Before you can ask what’s happening, the chaos turns into a bunch of people chanting “Say it again! Say it again! Say it again!”

Your stomach drops. You pull the phone away to look at the screen. Sure enough, Charles is broadcasting on Instagram Live and waving at an alarmingly large crowd of fans gathered below his apartment. Dreading what you’re about to witness, you bring the phone back to your ear. The chanting continues until Charles finally obliges.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I love you sooooo much! You’re the bestest, most bootiful, charming girl in the whole universe and I love you more than racing!” His confession is met with deafening squeals from his adoring devotees. You stand frozen in the cheese aisle, one hand clutching your grocery basket, cheeks flaming red. This is not exactly how you hoped your relationship would go public.

Charles is still slurring sluggishly into the phone, rambling on about how perfect and wonderful you are. You try to get a word in edgewise to stop him but his fans keep egging him on.

“Charles, honey, maybe you should get off Live and rest ...” you attempt feebly.

He gasps dramatically. “Wait, are you my girlfriend? Y/N? Is that you?”

You sigh, resigned to your fate. “Yes Charles, it’s me.”

The screams somehow increase in volume at this admission. Charles laughs with delight. “Guys, this is my girlfriend! Isn’t she the coolest? I’m the luckiest guy ever!”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help but melt a little at his ear-to-ear grin and heart eyes on the screen. He looks utterly smitten, even in his disoriented, post-op state. His fans seem to be eating it up too, flooding the comments with things like “My life won’t be complete until someone looks at me the way that Charles looks at Y/N” and “Charles is boyfriend of the year!”

You spend the next 15 minutes gently trying to persuade Charles to end the livestream and rest to no avail. He is having far too much fun gushing about you and interacting with his followers. You field a few questions from curious fans, keeping your answers light to avoid revealing too much. It’s clear they are enthralled by this lovestruck version of the normally private Ferrari driver.

Finally, after Charles has told the story of your first date no less than five times, his mother comes to your rescue. She appears on camera and tenderly tells Charles the “show” is over and he needs to sleep. He pouts adorably but allows her to tuck him back into bed and take away his phone. Just before the Live ends, he blows a loopy kiss to the camera and says “Love you, mon chouchou!” The fans go wild in the chat before the feed cuts out.

You slump against your shopping cart in relief. Your phone is already flooded with texts from friends and family who saw the Instagram fiasco. You shoot off some quick reassurances that you’re both fine and it was just the medication talking. Bagging the rest of your abandoned groceries, you check out as fast as possible. There’s somewhere you need to be right now.

Twenty minutes later you’re knocking on the door of Charles’ apartment. His mother opens it with an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry about earlier dear, the anesthesia made him a bit out of it as I’m sure you noticed.”

Charles perks up when you enter his bedroom. “You came!” He mumbles happily, making grabby hands at you. You settle onto the bed next to him and he immediately nuzzles into you like an affectionate kitten. His mother slips out to give you two some privacy.

You run your fingers soothingly through his hair. “How are you feeling now, my love?”

“Mmm ... sleepy. And really happy you’re here." He smiles dopily up at you. “Did I do something silly earlier? I don’t really remember.”

You debate downplaying it but figure he’ll find out eventually when the internet explodes. “You may have repeatedly declared your undying love for me on an Instagram Live ...” you say sheepishly.

Charles’ eyes go wide. “No way, really? Wow ...” He blinks slowly, processing this new information. A sly grin spreads across his swollen face. “Well it’s true. I meant every word.”

You kiss his forehead tenderly. “I know you did. Now get some more rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Charles looks up at you adoringly. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you more,” you boop him on the nose.

He giggles. “No way. I love you more-er.”

“Impossible. I love you most,” you insist.

“Nuh-uh,” Charles protests. “I love you most-est.”

You laugh at his stubborn persistence. “Alright, you win. Now close your eyes.”

Charles snuggles impossibly closer into your side and soon his breathing evens out as he drifts back to sleep. You brush a few curls off his forehead and whisper “I love you most-est-est.”

You make sure the blankets are wrapped securely around him and shake your head affectionately at your adorable, clueless boyfriend. Today certainly didn’t go as expected but you wouldn’t trade your Charles for anything in the world.

[n0tamused]

idk if i can request but —

What about ratio with a reader who is always sleepy but refuses to sleep on time? (Technically nocturnal reader haha)

Like; he’d be home from the guild after a particularly long day and he sees the reader doing whatever on the dead of night

Or maybe when hes asleep he suddenly stirrs awake with music coming from the living room or reader accidently dropping a bowl in the kitchen, creating very loud noise!!

Would he scold us ? 🥲

Feel free to ignore this if you want!! 🫶

A/n: Sorry for taking so long but I do hope you enjoy this little drabble! <3 I am slowly working on the requests aaa I feel like Ratio would definitely be prone to scolding you for this behavior, but he'd try to encourage you to go to bed early by dragging you to his nightly routine with him. You just gotta sleep after it, there's no choice bro. Try saying no to sleep around him I dare you

Contents: Dr. Ratio x GN reader, nocturnal reader that overworks themselves, fluff.

Long sighs of night air send satisfying shivers down Veritas’ back as he trudges his way forth through the swallowing darkness, reminded once more that his bedtime schedule had long since been lost with the sudden trip the Guild had set him up to. Yet, in the moment, he couldn’t even be irritated as the breeze felt most pleasant to his tired body and mind. 

In long strides he reached the front door, his hands fiddling with the keys while he reached up with the other hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his fingertips soothing down the edges and beneath his eyes with soothing pressure. Light poured out of the hall and onto the welcome mat, illuminated the sudden ridge between his brows that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere. One glance at the clock reminded him of the time - 01:26 AM. The lights were off during these hours, generally speaking.

Veritas sighed softly, his jaw clenched as he took off his shoes and stalked over to the office room which you were currently occupying, big black headphones over your ears not allowing you to hear his approach. The door was left open, and as Veritas wordlessly made his way inside, he spotted an empty cup beside you and he heard the aggressive scribbling of pen on paper before he even saw you holding it.

Glancing down at the trashcan, he found it oddly full with crumbled balls of torn paper sheets and sticky notes. He dreaded guessing how long you were here for, but he could practically feel the stress oozing off of you in long heavy coats. 

Startling you seemed unavoidable even as he tried to gently tap you on the shoulder, his warm palm soon pressing onto it to stop you from jumping from your chair. The contact made you gasp and spin around, accidentally drawing a sharp diagonal line down your paper. The color that was so quick to drain from your face slowly began to seep back in through your eyes as you recognized the man now hovering behind you, and a sigh fell from your lips in pure relief. “Oh, Veritas- it’s you!.. Did you just get back? I do apologize, I didn’t hear you” you dropped your pen, pulling down your ear phones to instead turn around and wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against his stomach.

He returned the affection by rubbing up and down your back, his other hand gently placed on top of your head. “I did. And I think it goes without saying that I am not most pleased to find you in this state..” he muttered, his voice softened from his long travels, but filled with a loving scolding.  “What is this? Have you not finished this already before I left?” he asked as he watched you pull away and look up at him, still a little hunched over and with your two fingers hooked around his belt hoop. 

“I have finished it, but.. uh.. it wasn’t good. I went back in to do some retouching, and I just kept not liking any of them” you explained as your previous soft smile fell, unveiling the bags underneath your eyes and the sagging of your shoulders. Veritas knew you were prone to perfectionism and overexertion, yet he knew he’d never get used to it and that he’d never stop scolding you for it. 

“These retouches- they couldn’t wait until you were more well rested. You do know they won’t run off should you look away from them for a few hours, from my office no less..” he grumbled lightly, his brows relaxing before cinching together as he saw you look away and turn to look at your paper, as if you did not hear what he just said.

“I know.. but I am finishing up now. I did make some of your favorite tonight. You can go ahead and do your thing while I finish up, and as soon as you’re done with your shower, you’ll find the meal warmed up for you. I’ll be done by then” 

Veritas didn’t even know if you were trying to distract him and send him off, change the topic or get him off your back. He shook his head. Whatever the objective was, he decided to play soft tonight and let you do your work for a little while more, to soothe you in some way. He knew how it was to be forced to leave work unfinished. Both of you were too tired for even simple banter which you usually enjoyed. But he made his dissatisfaction known with a heavy sigh and a fluttering of his eyes that fell shut for a few heartbeats. “Fine.. but no need to warm up the food, it is too late to have such a meal. I’ll go clean myself up, and then you will do the same. You need rest..”

There was no argument there, you knew, and could only look up at him and nod before he was walking out of the office room and into the bathroom. A timer like that would usually send you into a panic, yet now you found yourself slightly more motivated and even relaxed. This was Veritas you were with, your Veritas - not some rude client that wished to rush you and undermine you. 

Your finishing touches would need retouching in the morning, as you find yourself not completely satisfied even now, but you decided it was time to lay down the pen for tonight. And it wasn’t like you had much of a choice when Veritas stood at the door, towel around his waist. hair still damp from his shower and asking - no, saying you were done and that you should get ready for bed too now.

You slid out of the chair, giving him a hug as you passed by him in the door frame, earning yourself a soft scoff as he kissed your crown and sent you off with a few pats on your shoulder. He was eager for rest, but also to be in your arms. Something he missed the last few days. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Tags: @the-inquisitive-constellation <3

[quillpokebiology]

OOC: Sayings that need to become Pokemon

I was thinking about how Foongus and Amoongus were "There's a fungus among us" so why not add some more?

'Snug as a Bug in a rug'

Obviously needs to be a bug type. Obviously, the whole line doesn't have to do with sleeping. But imagine the bug was based off a tent moth or something, and the middle evo could be lime a cocoon, but the cocoon was a literal tent. (I looked it up and that's already a fakemon bt Brian12 on Deviantart and that makes me very happy) But since that already exists, it could be moon based or lamped based them, with the middle one being a sleepy bug.

'Sleep Tight, don't let the Bed Bugs bite'

Actually, this could be a combo of the one above. The caterpillar stage could be the Snug bug in a rug, where the pokemon wraps itself in a cozy silk blanket, the middle evo could be fully engulfed in a bed like cocoon where it's 'sleeping tight' and don't let the bed bugs bite could be a dark/bug or bug/ghost or ghost/dark type bed bug/moth/spider thing that will bite children when they sleep and depending on the type, sucks the blood from them or sucks the life from them.

'Ignorance is Bliss'

A happy-go-lucky pokemom that enjoys doing whatever and erasing the bad memories of anyone. It could be a mythical.

'Fight or Flight'

I actually made this one if 5th grade, and it's actually one of the favorite fakemon I've made. It was a blue cloud bat that that had a unicorn horn. It was like a mixture of Togekiss, Swoobat, and Altaria if that makes any sense. But it could evolve into a pokemon called Cloufree, a flying/fairy type, or Cloustorm, a flying/fighting type. Actually, I'll probably revise the fakemon and post it here, since as much as I love them, I can't stand the old art of them.

"When Pigs Fly'

A flying type pig. That's it. Honestly, if I ever draw these, I'm definitely adding a lot more elements to it since I don't just want it to be a pig with wings.

'A blessing in disguise'

This would probably be a mythical pokemon as well. It could be like a helper of Arceus that resembles the angels we see in media. This pokemon is known for its disguises, watching people and giving good fortune to those it deems kind-hearted. It would have the same ability as Zorua/Zoroark, going into battle disguised as the last pokemon in your party.

'Curiosity killed the cat'

Not much we can do with it, but I just like the idea of a Ghost/normal type cat pokemon. It could have a similar position to Greavard, and even be a counterpart to it. Also, did you know that the full saying is; "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back?"

Knock on Wood

It'd be a pokemon based on Pinnochio, but it would also be the puppeteer. Many years ago, this Pokemon was made by a puppeteer, but when its master died, the pokemon wanted to honor his crafts by making their own own puppets. Do they take pieces of wood from trees and make wooden puppets of their own, giving them life with their psychic powers. This pokemon will have little wooden stick puppets follow it around, like how Dragapult have Dreepy follow them around.

That's all I can think of right now. While I'm probably going to draw a lot of them, feel free to use these ideas yourself, or add to these ideas!

[galaxitix]

Have a photo from the Family Album o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Made by your favorite rat dad, Splinter and his lovely assistant, Mikey

@ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle submission for the last mini tournament Family ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Small backstory on photo, and headcanons undercut

Ok so first backstory for photo:

So, basically splinter normally stays up and wait for his children return, that being when Lav comes to get him a report. His kids had been on some sort of mission that has kept them up a lot(which explains the eye bags). This time however, it was dangerous close daylight and he had not seen sight of his eldest or heard from the others so went to investigate when he came upon this scene. He thought the moment was too good and took a photo which was later added to his album (that Mikey got him into, not wanting him to be bored while they were out). Stickers was added by Mikey (tho Raph draw them and Donnie got them printed)

And now on to sleepy headcanons for my au

Starting with the eldest, she tends to drool in her sleep and she does do the coffin pose when sleeping(like in canon) except when her hands are preoccupied by your siblings. She is a extremely light sleeper which doesn't pair well with her insomnia. Most times, she is the one hanging out with Donnie in his lab when she is too sleep-deprived to drag him to bed.

Next Raph, he snored in the sleep and will denied no matter what proof is provided(Mika recorded him once to prove he does snore). He also has a reflex to grab everything and anything placed in his hand. (Which makes it hard for Mika to properly pull the whip cream prank on him since he just kinda squash it in his hand the moment it's put in his hand)

Next Donnie, they are very cuddly. When they fall asleep in the pit or in their bed(a rare occurrence), they will grab the closest person/thing beside them and let me tell you, when they grab you, you best believe you are not going anywhere until they wake up again. Donnie has a ridiculously strong grip in their sleep so to prevent them from trapping the person next to them everytime, they(their siblings) give them a pillow to sit with, in case they do fall asleep(Donnie like the extra weight in his lap and it's a headrest as a bonus). They claim they won't, but with their non-existent sleep schedule, yeah they definitely will. Another fact is that Donnie whistles in their sleep due to the gap in their teeth.

Now the youngest, Mikey/Mika, they are a wild sleeper. Some position he get himself into make you question what he's dreaming about. He also sleeps like the dead and only Lav and Splinter can successfully wake him with no trouble(Donnie and Raph still wonder how). He always has the wildest dreams and takes joy in rambling about it while they having breakfast .

As said before Lav has insomnia while Donnie is just a workaholic who purposely ignore their body's need for sleep.

Sometimes Lav will drag Donnie from their lab to her room to rest when he's overworking themselves (mama lav for the win) She only does this with them because Raph has no trouble going to bed(he values his sleep cause he rather be dead than be sluggish during a fight) and Mikey usually falls asleep despite how many attempts she makes to stay up all night(Lav also carry her to her room when she ends up falling asleep in the pit)

Peace (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)✌️

[laurzvahll]

16 and / or 19 for sol!

haiii Mj thank u for the ask :3

16: how long does your oc take to get ready in the morning?

Sol is very much not a morning person, they don’t like to wake up early and are usually still sleepy for an hour or two after waking up. I want to say they definitely take a good 30 minutes to an hour to get ready in the mornings, especially when their bed head is extra bad LOL so they spend most of that time trying to get it in check and tweaking their appearance. They don’t put a lot of thought into their work outfit, usually just throwing on a shirt and their uniform on top, but since they’re pretty sluggish in the morning it causes them to take an extra while.

And yet , I’d say by night it’s the complete opposite. They spend a good portion of their time at work thinking about what outfit they’re going to wear that night, building it in their head. They throw it on as soon as they get home which would be by the time the sun is setting, brush their hair a little and freshen up, and they’re right out the door hehe..

19: what does your oc’s room look like?

I’m not very good with backgrounds and interior design, but I tried to draw what I think Sol’s room looks like to the best of my abilities :P it’s pretty simple

They think room is kind of basic, it’s mostly filled with books and some sewing materials. They try to display some of their interests, and like to keep pictures of happy memories by their bed :3 They love their big window, and have some pretty curtains for it that they probably made themselves.

The design might change depending on if I need to add or take something away in the future but this is pretty much it for now , and again thank u for the ask :D

[idontplaytrack]

Janis bites reader

“Why did you bite me?” “I’m a vampire”

Silly goose fluff or some smut with a lot of biting I can’t decide lol

Regina shows up?

(Idk I’m sleepy and throwing out silly stuff)

✧ Bite Me

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(ft. Regina)

Warnings: MDNI, smut, coarse language, bit of fluff

While waiting for Regina to arrive so they could work on their project, things take a spicy turn.

You were sitting in Janis’ bed, watching TV while she was in a corner working on a new painting at her desk. You hear her music playing from her phone a little bit while you were engrossed in your favourite show, but it didn’t distract you so you didn’t care. And then, the music stopped. You weren’t very sure when, but it did. Soon, you feel a dip in the mattress and she was next to you grabbing your hand and linking your fingers together with hers. You didn’t even flinch and just let her do it, this was just a little habit of hers. And you liked it, so…yeah. You were feeling her brushing her thumb over your knuckles for awhile. But then…

“Why did you bite me?”

“I’m a vampire.” She giggles.

Janis didn’t even leave a mark, and she was laughing so much it tickled you, so you wound up laughing too.

“Oh, are you now?” You teased.

She was doubled over, giggling, still holding onto your hand.

“Are you okay?” You rubbed her back, “You’re not…high, are you?”

Janis abruptly stopped laughing, squinted at you and sulked, “No.”

Your gaze was still glued on the TV when Janis continued ‘chomping’ your hand. “What’re you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.” She stated, “I’m biting you.”

You nearly snorted, laughing, “That’s not a bite—” You stop yourself at the end, body stiffening for a beat when it hit you that Janis would definitely get back at you for it.

“Oh, that’s not?” She asks, slowly letting go of your hand. It falls onto your lap, you shrug. “Why?” The girl continues, “You want me to bite you?”

“Do you?”

Janis smacked your arm playfully, leaning over to pepper kisses all over your face. Now you were the one giggling uncontrollably. “Say you want me.” Janis laughs lowly, breath fanning your face. You gulped. Damn. That took a turn quickly.

Was she right? Yeah.

Could you say anything now? Nope. Words are all out the window, your heart begins to race and you let out an awkward laugh, knowing you were in deep shit.

“Wow.” She looked at you, bewildered, “That was quick. Cat got your tongue, baby?”

A very quiet whine slips from your mouth as she stares at you, now beneath her. Janis grins almost cockily but that expression falls soon enough, getting replaced by a tender gaze as she brushes some hair out of your eyes. “Did you think I’d be so mean to you?” She smiled, “Hm? Of course not.”

A swarm of butterflies exploded in your chest, fluttering aggressively as you squirmed. “Regina’s coming over for the proj—”

She answered in a hurry, “We have a lot of time until then.”

“Whatever.” You muttered, tempted by what Janis was very obviously offering you.

“You want me to make you feel good, huh, baby?” She speaks softly, almost directly into your ear which sends a shiver down your spine. You nearly seethed when her lips decisively started off along your neck. Janis knew all the spots, all the ways and words to make you tick. You guys have been together forever— she knows you like the back of her own hand.

Her being this way always had you melting, at a loss for words. And she damn well knew that. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, u’i.” A strangled noise spills from your mouth into hers, barely heard. Her lips trailed back down to a specific spot in the crook of your neck, kissing it gently then sucking at it, the finishing touch? Her teeth sinks down onto your skin, hard enough to draw out her favourite sound, but not too hard it hurt you from the get-go. She’ll save that for later. Your head rolled back several minutes later, Janis went at you harder, now to the point where it drew blood. When you practically showed no sign of even being in discomfort, she was in disbelief at just how aroused you were. “I’m not hurting you?” She sat up, looking at you straight up.

“No.” You told her swiftly, your hand sliding down on her chest and resting right above her tits looking at your own gesture pervertedly.

“Really?” She asks, voice both worried and impressed. “You like that I’m biting you?”

You hummed, shifting slightly to get more comfortable then you nodded. “Fuck, come on— keep going.”

Janis was relishing in this moment, this attitude from you…it really got her going. “Whatever you want.” She laughs over her words, lips back on your neck and alternating between her prior techniques. It felt like she was riling you up that way— sucking and biting your neck and shoulders, forever. Your mind started spinning in pleasure, especially when her hands began roaming your body over the fabric of your clothes. Her palms, they rest on your tits on either side, feeling the hardened nipples which she gleefully pinched and twisted boldly, making you gasp. “Shit.” You panted, laughing as a result while your eyes meet hers once more. That playful, eager energy oozing out of her excited you, causing that emotion to course through your body and pool in between your thighs as an ache. An ache that was becoming harder and harder to ignore. An ache that needed her attention so very badly.

Smoothly, your shirt gets unbuttoned by her agile fingers. Your tits were immediately freed and exposed to her. Janis wasted no time, immediately wrapping her lips around a sensitive tip. God, how she loved that you weren’t wearing a bra right now. That girl really didn’t give a damn and just grabbed your breasts by the handfuls, squeezing them like they were her stress balls. You smiled deliriously, looking at her, dazed. Janis’ finger circled your nipple teasingly, watching your face as she does so. You were squirming, and whining. Janis was grinning and cooing at you to drag this out. You nearly wanted to scream at her to move because you were losing it.

“Poor babe.” She laughs, throaty and giving that nub a quick, harsh pinch. “Of course, if you used your words…things would go a lot faster.”

You breathed heavily, licking your lips while staring at her like it was a contest. “Gotta speak up, baby…” Janis tilts your chin down so you could continue maintaining eye contact, “Hm? What do you want, babe?”

She wasn’t bossing you around, she wasn’t harsh, she wasn’t mean. Janis was simply riling you up. Yet, you were forced to the brink of tears out of sheer frustration. Because you knew that she knew what you wanted. Exactly what you wanted, and that was precisely why she enjoyed doing this. To edge you, hold off your climax for as long as possible.

“F— I want you to fuck me.” You swallowed your tears harshly, adding in, “Please.” To boot.

Janis leaned down, kissing you deeply as she cups your cheek. Breaking away only several seconds later and leaving you slightly breathless.

With her hands on either side of you, they moved downwards together with her. Janis settled in the space between your legs as she pushed them apart. You obeyed, not wanting to delay your own relief. Janis was sitting cross-legged, middle finger gliding into you with ease, expertly poking upwards to touch that spongy spot inside you. You moaned breathily, legs opening wider. She kept at this pace for a good while, patiently awaiting signs from you to tell her that you needed more. Your hands rested on your chest, brushing over a few spots where bruises were starting to form. You seethed, feeling the lingering discomfort. Janis pushed your hands off to your side so you didn’t keep touching the spots. And so, they end up balling at the sheets beneath you.

“Does this feel good, baby?” She asks breathily, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah— yeah—” You nodded seemingly on reflex. Repositioning herself to lay on her stomach, she could now wrap her mouth around your clit. That gave her a very shrill whine as a reward. Janis laughs, satisfied. You feel her teeth, just grazing the bundle of nerves ever so gently. She’d never bite you there…you knew it. But it was…working. You were drenched. Her finger could barely stay inside of you without nearly slipping back out, decisively, she adds in a second finger giving you a nice little surprise. You pushed your hips up to get yourself a teensy bit of relief, Janis sucked your clit forcefully in retaliation— to get you to lie flat again.

That worked too. But, you knew what was coming. Janis always showed you no mercy once things went into full swing— it was as if she was drunk on you, lapping you up, sucking you dry not wanting to waste a single drop of your slick. And that point, was approaching rapidly.

Before long, Janis feels you clenching erratically around her fingers, she took her mouth away. Her fingers…they slowed down. To a halt. Then, what she does next, without fail was to stroke your cunt— just gently. You would flinch. And you did. Janis laughs to herself, doing that a few times over as expected.

Following that, her hands would be grabbing onto your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh before she peppered butterfly kisses all over the skin. Soft, nice and warm…you loved everything about that particular move of hers. And you made sure Janis knew that. However, this time, she does something different. Something that has never been done before. Janis had left her mark, on your inner thighs. Both of them. She bit you, just like you’d asked. They ached so good, you were hastily tangling your hand in her thick hair and yanking her back to your cunt. You needed to get off— now.

“I’m so close, Janis…” You muttered, “Please— keep going. I need you.”

“Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, pulling away to see what she was currently dealing with. Janis marvelled at the sight— your glistening, puffed lower lips, so red, so inviting…she knew you weren’t kidding. She could see it for herself. You were closing in around nothing, visually, according to her words, you kinda…opened up like a flower. God knows what that meant. But, that was exactly what she was seeing. And she was thrilled that she’d gotten you so fucking worked up that you could practically come like that.

“Janis—” You gasped, “Please!”

She snaps out of it, taking you back in her mouth. Diligently, she fucked you till you were screaming and crying a little, the pleasure surging to its peak. You’d grabbed a fistful of her hair, as if for stability as your climax began. As established, Janis was persistent. She doesn’t just back away once she feels you coming and soaking just about everywhere from her mouth to her chin. She keeps going, pushing you over and over and over until you were entirely incoherent, holding your thighs to keep your legs open.

Your chest was heaving, the air knocked out of your chest a good bit of time ago, tears pierced your eyes as you heard your heartbeat in your ears. It was unbelievable.

“Oh, yeah— fuck—” You whined, “Fuck, Janis— keep going.”

“Of course I will.” She replies, voice muffled, “Whatever you want.”

You knew you came a second time, then a third. Each time more forceful and tiring than the last. Janis just watched it happen the final time, she knew you could do it and was waiting. She was admiring it like it was her work of art. Her hand though, it rests on your torso as a gesture to calm you down and help you find your breath. A touch of comfort. She was right there with you.

“Holy fuck, that was gorgeous.” Janis laughs lowly again, palm rubbing soothing circles on your abdomen.

You laughed in utter disbelief of how intense all of that was, it was crazy. Crazy good. It was always good with her, but this one was in its own league. You’ve never come this much, this hard, and this fast.

Janis clambered back up to meet your face, laying down right next to you. “So…you like being bitten?” She teased, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear, “Duly noted.”

Your cheeks flushed as she presses a fleeting kiss to your lips, thumb stroking your cheek, “Was it okay?”

“Okay? Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah.” You chuckled, “It was great, I’m fine.”

“Fuck, yeah.” She laughed adoringly, capturing your lips into her own again before she engulfed you in a hug. “Okay, I think it’d be good if you get some rest before Regina comes over. I’ll clean up, alright?”

You hummed, shrugging, “Okay.” Before you quickly succumbed to a brief shut-eye.

Half an hour later, you were woken up by two distinct voices. Janis’ and Regina’s. They were behind you, your eyes shot open. You still weren’t wearing anything, and those damn hickeys on your skin were now more prominent than before, having being given the time to settle and form.

“Why didn’t either of you wake me up? It’s a group project.” You slurred, “I don't want you to grumble to Mrs. Park about me not contributing when I could’ve been awake.��

“Chill out, I just got here five minutes ago.” Regina answered with a smirked.

“I’m naked.” You said casually.

“Who cares, what you have, we have. Put some clothes on and let’s get to work.” Regina replied sassily. Janis chuckled, “You want me to leave so you can get dressed?”

You laughed dryly, “Yeah, not the time to be funny, Jan. If anything, I want her to leave.”

Janis tossed your clothes in your direction. Regina noticed how they were just in a pile. “I knew it.”

Sighing heavily, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Truth be told, you couldn’t be bothered if Regina saw you naked. You guys were in the same gym class and this wouldn’t be the first time. You were faced away from her anyway. Getting out of the blanket, you quickly redressed yourself and joined them at the couch to work on the project.

Regina was staring at you with her eyes bulging, “Oh, that I was not expecting. Girl, she went ham on your neck.”

“Ain’t the only place.” Janis snorted. You smacked her thigh, sitting beside her.

Regina says, brows raised, “Well— now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s make sure we don’t flunk this shit.”

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[posh--bee]

care to join us? || Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham

pairing → Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x Chrissy Cunningham

summary → Eddie walks into his trailer on a Friday night after a long DnD session only to find you, his best friend, and Chrissy Cunningham making out on his bed, both of you too occupied with each other to notice him.

warnings →  smut (18+ only), afab!Reader, just girls having some fun together and Eddie walking in on them, but other than that just pwp, voyeurism and exhibitionism, thigh riding, fingering, mentions of drug use, no specific label used for Reader’s or Chrissy’s sexuality, no y/n used

author’s note → Just wanted to try writing something smutty about Chrissy x Reader x Eddie so here we are. I don’t have much experience with writing smut so let me know what you think about it! <3

word count → 2.3k

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There were many things Eddie expected to see after coming home from this evening’s Hellfire Club meeting. You and Chrissy on the couch of his trailer watching some chick flick that he had to suffer the ending of because his campaign took so long. Or maybe the two of you having retreated to his room and waiting for him there, sitting on his bed and smoking a joint you had rolled from the good stuff he had to hide in different places whenever you came over but somehow always found anyway.

What he didn’t expect to see when he pushed the door of his room open was you and Chrissy lying on his bed, both still in your short skirts you had worn to school today but your shirts and bras somewhere on the floor joining his own mess, the strawberry blonde on top of you and groping your boobs while one of your legs was pressed between her thighs, both of you moaning when your lips connected in a passionate but messy kiss, your tongue slipping into Chrissy’s mouth.

Eddie all but froze standing in the doorway, his big brown eyes wide as saucers as he took in the scene in front of him which put every single of his wet dreams to absolute shame—because this was real, and happening right in front of him in his own bed.

He couldn’t move, just stood there rooted to his spot by the door, his mouth hanging open in mesmerized disbelief, his cheeks and ears turning red while he watched one of your hands sneak under Chrissy’s short cheerleading skirt and grab her ass, shamelessly licking into her mouth, drawing the filthiest yet sweetest sounds from her while you pressed your thigh more insistently between her legs.

This was definitely not how Friday nights usually went for the three of you. After Hellfire, Eddie would either go to your place or his where Chrissy and you would already wait for him, always arriving later than he had promised you, and together you would watch a shitty movie or two and just talk about whatever came to mind, maybe smoking a joint and laughing about the silliest things, snuggling close to each other when you would eventually grow tired and wake up the next morning a tangled mess of limbs and hair (mostly Eddie’s) with sleepy but soft smiles on all of your faces.

But this—this was something else entirely and Eddie had no idea what he was supposed to do now.

Should he leave and give you and Chrissy some privacy, even though you two were literally hooking up in his bed?

Or should he just make his presence known, probably turning this night into a very, very awkward one for the three of you?

What he definitely shouldn’t do was to stand there in the doorway, watching his two friends make out without them noticing like some pervert—and yet here he was, not making a sound or moving a muscle, just staring at you and Chrissy and clearly enjoying the show, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his dark jeans.

Eddie had to bite his lip hard to keep quiet and not get himself caught when Chrissy suddenly moaned your name, her hands now gripping your shoulders to hold herself upright, grinding desperately against your thigh while your own hands were on her hips, guiding her movements.

“That’s it, Chrissy. Just like that,” you praised her, your voice rough and breathless and something about it made Eddie’s own breathing hitch in his throat. His teeth sank deeper into his bottom lip and he could faintly taste blood on his tongue but he didn’t care about it at all, not when he could see your mouth closing around one of Chrissy’s nipples and sucking on it, making the cheerleader on top of you arch her back beautifully.

You chuckled adoringly when you let go of her boob with a wet ‘pop’, looking up at her with a fond expression on your face and raising one hand to her flushed cheek, gently tucking a few loose strands of her strawberry blond hair behind her ear.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you whispered, almost too quiet for Eddie to hear, caressing her heated skin with your thumb. Chrissy’s hips stilled when your lips met hers in a slow and sweet kiss, happily humming into it before parting again and affectionately rubbing your nose against hers. Chrissy giggled softly and then pecked your nose, causing a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

Eddie had always expected something like this to happen sooner or later. As your best friend he had known about your attraction to girls for about as long as you had, supporting you through the confusion and excitement that a realization like this could create. After having started to sell to Chrissy and having gotten to know her better, who in turn had become friends with you as well, she had timidly told Eddie and you that she also was curious about being with a girl, always had been.

So Chrissy and you hooking up was not really a surprise for Eddie considering how good the two of you got along, the timing and location of it however definitely was—as well as the strange feeling stirring in his chest at seeing Chrissy and you this intimate with each other. It wasn’t exactly jealousy, because he wouldn’t even know which one of you he would be jealous of, it was a longing for something he hadn’t realized he actually wanted before, so he shoved the feeling down, too overwhelmed with the situation as it was to deal with whatever this could mean.

His big brown eyes stayed on the two of you when your kisses started to get heated again, your hands back on Chrissy’s hips to help her movements against your leg, the noises that slipped past your lips and mingled in the close space between your faces like sinful music to his ears.

Eddie could feel his cock twitch in his pants when Chrissy let out a high-pitched moan, grinding faster and faster against you, a thin layer of sweat glistening on the naked expanse of her back. Your hands came up to play with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples between your fingers and staring at her above you, completely captivated by her pretty face contorted in pure bliss.

“I’m so close, please—!” Chrissy whimpered and your sweet but strained voice encouraged her to keep going, your dark pupils drinking in this desperate angel in your lap chasing her relief against your bare thigh, eager to finally see her come undone with your help.

With a cry of your name her legs tensed around yours, hips stuttering as she reached her high, throwing her head back in pleasure, a broken moan tumbling from her kiss-swollen lips. She didn’t stop grinding against you until the sensation became too much, all but collapsing on top of you with a sigh of exhaustion, her legs visibly shaking as she hid her face in your neck, whimpering with overstimulation when you playfully pressed your thigh to her center. You didn’t tease her again, instead whispered an apology into her sweaty hair and let your fingertips graze up and down her spine, drawing random patterns onto her skin.

Standing by the door unmoving, Eddie himself felt like fainting, his knees moments before giving out under him because he just witnessed Chrissy Cunningham having an orgasm by riding his best friend’s thigh in his bed, while both of you were still completely oblivious of his presence in the room. He swallowed, his throat dry and his cock impossible hard and arching in the confinement of his jeans, praying to whatever god (or demon) that might take pity on him that Chrissy and you wouldn’t take notice of him now and to give him a chance to flee the scene at last.

You gently coaxed Chrissy’s face out of the croak of your neck, smiling widely at her before giving her a series of sweet kisses, taking her bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling lightly on it, drawing low noises from the cheerleader.

“You okay?” you asked her, sounding undeniably proud of yourself but still concerned about the girl on top of you, brushing away the soaked strands of her bangs to kiss her forehead, laughing quietly when Chrissy insisted on returning to her previous position, her nose pressed against your sensitive neck, her breath tickling you every time she exhaled.

“Mh-hm,” she hummed in response and you contented yourself with her answer, pressing your face into her hair, inhaling her sweet and alluring scent mixing with the coconut shampoo that she always used and that you (and Eddie) absolutely loved.

Your eyes fell closed for a few moments, enjoying the weight and warmth of your friend (or girlfriend?) cuddling close to you, giving Eddie the perfect chance to finally escape, slipping out of his own room in silence without you ever knowing what he had just seen. But still he stayed, his feet refusing to move even an inch—and then the inevitable happened.

Your eyes opened again with pupils still blown wide, looking over to him and directly into his brown eyes, pinning Eddie to the spot who felt his heart plummet to his feet. His mouth opened and closed in a feeble attempt to apologize, to save the unlikely friendship that bound the three of you together, but you just grinned cheekily at him before whispering something into Chrissy’s ear that he couldn’t understand.

With cold terror cursing through his veins, he watched the strawberry blonde lazily turn her head in his direction by the door, a blissful smile on her pretty pink lips as she waved—fucking waved at him over her shoulder. He didn’t know what to do at all, not being prepared for this kind of reaction when his two friends had caught him watching them having sex without their knowledge.

Still petrified, Eddie remained where he was, feeling more and more uncomfortable with every second that passed, his short nails biting into his own palms at how hard his hands were balled into fists by his side. He tried to speak up again, hating how pathetic he felt at this moment, wishing that he were anywhere but here, wishing that his truck had broken down on his way to his trailer, whishing—

That was until you made Chrissy get up from you, gently but firmly pushing against her shoulders, earning yourself a dissatisfied grumble and an incredible mean stare from her before you said something indistinguishable into her ear, making her brilliant blue eyes light up and she nodded enthusiastically. She gave you room to sit up against the headboard of his bed, his pillows supporting your back, opening your bare legs so Chrissy could settle between them, her own back now pressing to your front and her naked chest on display for him.

He stared at the changing scene in front of him, completely dumbfounded by it, stared at your hands cupping Chrissy’s tits and playing with them, your lips kissing and sucking on her neck, leaving red and purple marks in their wake that stood out against her pale skin. Chrissy’s eyes fell closed when one of your hands brushed down her stomach, past her navel and under her skirt and the waistband of her pretty lace panties, your fingers running through her soaked folds before drawing lazy circles against her sensitive bundle of nerves, her eyebrow knitting together and her lips pressing into a thin line to keep her voice down.

You kissed her jaw while drawing your hand back, slick fingers pulling at the green skirt of her cheerleading uniform, murmuring against her soft skin, “Let’s take this off, yeah? Give Eddie a good show, baby.”

You smirked at Eddie as Chrissy quickly slid off her skirt and panties, throwing them to the rest of your clothes on his bedroom floor, now sitting completely naked on his bed before opening her legs wide, delicately placing her feet on the other side of your own legs, giving him the perfect view of her bare pussy, glistening with her arousal.

Chrissy gave Eddie a coy smile causing him to swear under his breath, captivated by this sinful sight in front of him, but his feet were still rooted to the spot. He didn’t dare to move further into the room even now, not knowing if the two of you actually wanted him to come closer, not knowing what you had planned for him and what he was allowed to do.

You on the other hand didn’t waste any time continuing where you had left off, all your attention on the pretty cheerleader leaning against you again, your dominant hand returning to her pussy and playing with her clit before teasing her entrance. Without further warning, you pushed two of your fingers into her wet heat, curling them expertly and setting a steady rhythm, making Chrissy’s eyes roll back in pleasure. One of her arms reached behind you, her fingers threading into your hair at the back of your head, her face pressed to your cheek, hips grinding into the heel of your hand while moaning shamelessly, taking everything you gave her but still asking for more with pleas and whines falling from her lips.

You didn’t stop your movements, even quickening the pace of your hand when you looked up, meeting Eddie’s brown eyes with an innocent smile while Chrissy fell apart in your lap the second time this night, her pretty moans almost drowning out your voice which was playful and far too composed for everything that was happening.

“Care to join us, pretty boy?”

[livingdeadmlm]

Hello! Could I request Diavolo x male reader who’s taller than him and very quiet?

Also would it be ok to assign myself as 🐉 anon? Thank you, and have a wonderful rest of your week!

You sure can be 🐉 anon!!

I think when you get dia ur getting doppio too so I hope you don’t mind!

Diavolo had allowed doppio to begin to date you after seeing how you acted with him

And doppio was so excited to tell you

Sure you thought it was weird your boyfriend needed his boss's opinion to date but maybe his work was just intense

But he also did pretend random objects were phones so it was weird to draw the line there

Diavolo began to get attached to you after seeing how kind and gentle you were with his dear doppio

Cuddling into the shorter man any chance you got

The little routine the two of you had set up of breakfast at a local café and then doppio would stay the weekend

Occasionally he would swap places with doppio late into the night to feel your arms around him.

He’s never had someone taller than him hold him so gently or really at all

Though he would quickly switch back because he knew you could definitely feel the difference

One night though he got cocky staying as Diavolo too long, you had been slightly woken up due to the added pressure on your chest.

You looked a completely different man in the face

“Oh you decided to show yourself now,” you yawned holding the man closer “we’ll talk in the morning, go to bed.”

YOU KNEW?

He began to freak out someone knew who he was! He knew you were quiet but he didn’t know you were able to keep something like this to yourself

And just like you said in the morning after frying some eggs and warming some bagels, Diavolo had joined you

Most of the confidence you had during your sleepy state was gone leaving you now much to work with in the morning

Both of you sat across from each other and you sipped your drink

Diavolo stuttered out an explanation of who he was. Embarrassed at your lack of response thinking he sounded insane.

You nodded having a hard time really taking it all.

“Does that mean um you’ve seen all the stuff doppio has or-”

“I check in now and then but usually not for long don’t worry”

You nodded playing with your hands

“I don’t mind getting to know you and a relationship but I still would appreciate seeing doppio.”

“Of course, you’ll get to see him, I can’t go out much anyway..”

Now you made time for Diavolo while cuddling with doppio

Diavolo would pop out now and then to steal a kiss

He was glad for you it was easy, and you were able to communicate very well with him and doppio which he appreciated

Doppio would talk about you all the time when talking to Diavolo

gushing about you and how you were so sweet

he loves being the little spoon

it was a safety blanket he never had before and he loved it

[baekluvie]

sweet

one shot

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 5k

genre : smut, fluff-ish?

(a/n) where you and baekhyun are both youtubers and stream together and you’re best friends and you love the sound of his voice even though you never seen his face and he's also really cute and sweet.

It was late. You knew if you stayed up any longer that you would soon regret it in the morning.

You do this all the time, come on. You know that you’re tired.

You were on the computer, finally finishing up the last touches on your latest youtube video. You didn’t want to come off as ungrateful, but being somewhat of a small celebrity could get tiresome. You were a youtuber that would mostly post video game clips of yours and daily vlogs. You mostly got your following for playing some popular games that were talked about alot in Korea. It was hard being a girl that would play video games, but you had a lot of loving and supportive fans that you couldn’t just quit. Plus, there was also Kyoong.

How would you describe him? He was sweet and kind, and he never got mad at you whenever you would cost them the game. You two were the most popular gaming duo on youtube, and everyone kind of expects first hand that you two date.

You sigh to yourself as you finally push the post button.

It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind though. You were afraid to admit that you developed a crush on him. You’ve never seen his face, you didn’t know his real name, and the only time you two talked was when you were both planning on collaborating for the next video or livestream.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt your phone vibrate, the pompous amount of dings that followed after that made you sigh.

You opened your phone and to no surprise, it was him.

Hey, did you upload the video yet?

You couldn’t lie to yourself. Texting and calling Kyoong was probably your favorite thing to do. He always jokes around and keeps the conversation going so easily.

Your fingers began to type rapidly on the screen as you fought off a smile.

Yup! Actually just got finished right now. What are you up to?

You didn’t even get the chance to put down your phone when you got an immediate response.

Can I call??

You jumped a little on your bed. You put your hair behind your ear and sat there for a moment. It was 2AM, why would he be asking to call right now? Usually when you two talked on the phone it was during the afternoon or morning.

You let out a groan, knowing that once you picked up his call that you would definitely not be getting any sleep tonight. But it was him, so… it’s okay.

Sure.

You straighten your posture on your bed, thinking that it was kind of funny that you were trying to look more appropriate when all you were doing is talking to him on the phone.

Your phone began to ring, a funny picture that he sent you for his profile picture filling up your screen. It was a cute drawing of his dog that looked too much like a toddler had drawn it.

“Hey!” You said as you tried to cover up the sleepiness in your voice, “What’s up? We never talk this late.”

You heard a rustling noise, and then you heard a… groan.

“Hi…,” He paused, “How are you?”

You could immediately tell that he was drunk. It was very very apparent that he was totally drunk. Oh god, did he message you by accident? Was this a booty call?

You shifted a little bit, and got more comfortable by propping a pillow behind your back as you looked across your dimly lit room.

“I’m good, are you, the Kyoong, drunk right now?” You couldn’t help but add a nervous chuckle. This was too weird.

“Really? You could tell? Yeah I just went out with Kyungsoo and Sehun. Sehun offered to pay for the tab and I decided to drink a little more than usual.”

You smiled. You knew Kyungsoo and Sehun pretty well, they were also youtubers. Not as popular as the two of you, but they mostly got their income from modeling. They were nice, you played games with them from time to time. Kyungsoo was soft spoken while Sehun was pretty straightforward and blunt.

“Well. That’s good,” You paused, still thinking that this was weird, “but why are you calling me? Not that I’m complaining. You’re my best friend.” You added that last part in so he didn’t feel too uncomfortable.

There was nothing for 10 seconds, and you worried that you said something wrong.

“I just… wanted to hear your voice. I also wanted to ask a question.” His words were slurred, but you could understand what he said. Why was your heart racing?

You could feel it beating against your chest, and you got the overwhelming feeling of butterflies in your stomach. This was your friend. Why did you feel like this?

You stuttered a bit, “O-okay? What is it then?”

Silence.

“Could I see you?”

“See me? You could just look at my channel, K.”

“Baekhyun. Just call me by my name from now on. I meant right now? Can I see you?”

You almost dropped your phone. Your hands were covered with sweat at this point. Kyoo- Baekhyun was anonymous online. He never disclosed his name or appearance to anyone, not even you. This was so… confusing.

“Baekhyun.” You let out quietly.

You heard a low moan on the other side of the phone. You suddenly got a hitch in your throat, and felt feverish. What is happening to you right now?

“Can I see you? You didn’t answer me.” He said sternly.

“I- I mean, I don’t even know what you look like. I don’t know who you are, Baekhyun. Why do you want to see me,” You blurted all of this so fast, and you could feel something else building up inside you, “and what do you want to do if I even allow you to come over?”

“We can talk about it more when I do come over. What’s your address?” He sounded more sober now, and you couldn’t help but feel curious.

Baekhyun was honestly your best friend. But you couldn’t lie. His voice made you melt, and you always loved it when he called you. His voice sounded so soothing and sensual. You never wanted to admit it outloud, but… you developed a crush on him just by hearing his voice. You always thought it felt superficial of you to like someone based on their voice, not even knowing what they looked like, but you felt a bond with him that you never had with anyone.

“I’ll… text it to you. Baekhyun, why do you want to see me?” You stuttered out.

“Just send it to me. I’ll see you soon.”

Your phone returned to black, and you slumped down on your bed. You didn’t even notice that you were sweating so much until you felt your forehead and arms. You were so confused but at the same time intrigued. For multiple reasons, not just the obvious one. You were excited that you would be able to see what he looked like, but also terrified if you found him not to be attractive. It felt shallow to say, but again, you’ve never met him in real life. You never even saw what he looked like through photos or social media.

You brought up your phone to your face and hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

“What am I doing?” You said to yourself.

You typed in your address.

You sent it.

He read it.

Be there in 10 minutes.

You stared at the message.

“10 minutes,” You looked up to face your room, and paused before… “10 minutes?!”

You quickly threw yourself off your bed and realized you were in your underwear and oversized tee shirt. You still had on your makeup because you were too busy editing your video that you had forgotten. You brushed the hair that was now sticking to your forehead because of the sweat and ran to your dresser.

What were you going to wear? What the fuck are you going to wear?

You blankly pulled some black sweats out and shimmied into them with one hand, while the other was pulling out a bra. There was no way that Baekhyun was actually coming, right?

You tried to calm yourself down as you shifted your bra around to adjust it. You began to think.

I’m an adult. I’m in my twenties, and I can make adult decisions.

“I’m an adult.” You repeated out loud.

You looked around your room and let out a sigh of relief that you had decided to clean this morning. You exited out of your room to look around your kitchen, living room and bathroom. Everything was neat and tidy, and you could feel your heart starting to slow down.

That was until you heard your phone vibrating in your bedroom.

You were frozen in place, you felt like you couldn’t move.

“He’s here. You know he’s here. Get your phone.” You yelled in a whisper as you ran back to your bedroom and jumped on your bed to look at your phone.

I’m here. What’s your apartment number y/n?

Your fingers were shaking as you typed out, 302호.

You sat there for a moment before you realized another thing.

“I need to brush my teeth. I need perfume.” You didn’t know what was going to transpire when he eventually came to your door, but you knew that you had to be somewhat pretty, even if it didn’t mean by your looks.

You quickly ran to your bathroom and shakily applied toothpaste to your brush, and started to furiously scrub on your teeth. As you did that, you grabbed your favorite perfume that was sitting on the counter. You sprayed it twice, once on your neck and then on your wrist.

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. You hadn’t realized how much time you were taking when freashing yourself up.

You threw the toothbrush and splashed water into your mouth and spit it out. You carefully evaluated yourself in the mirror. You wouldn’t call yourself beautiful, but… you’re cute. You have big round eyes, a nice smile, and healthy long hair. You just hoped that Baekhyun would think so too.

You walked out of your bathroom slowly, stopping in front of your front door. You brushed your shirt out, making sure there weren’t any wrinkles. Walking slowly, your mind began to race, and your heart was fluttering.

What if Baekhyun wasn’t… attractive? What if he lied about being 29 years old, or used an app to make his voice sound younger? Would he try to kill you? Why the hell did you give a stranger your address? Your eyes flickered to the handle of the door, your heart rate increasing.

You took a deep breath, “It’s going to be okay.” You told yourself camly.

Right when you were about to open the door, you heard a voice from outside. Your hand faltered, you tried to listen closely as you put your ear against the door.

“Am I stupid… why did I do this?” It was him. That was the voice you spent long days talking with, the voice that made you feel like a lovesick teenager. It was him.

Without thinking about it, you unlocked the door quickly, and swung it open.

You were met with soft, yet dark brown eyes. His face was clear, his lips were rosy and puckered. He was wearing a black long sleeve, with some gray sweatpants. His chestnut brown hair was pushed back, leaving some to fall across his forehead carefully. He was… sort of… breathtaking.

He looked at you and closed his mouth. His hands were in fists, but he slowly unclenched them. He stood confidently, and straightened his posture.

“Y/N. Hey.” He smiled, but soon it faltered. His eyes opened up wide and tried to reach to his mouth, but-

“Baekhyun, are you ok-”

He puked. He puked all over your shirt, your sweats, and your uncovered feet.

He doubled over and held his stomach, while you couldn’t really process what just happened. You looked down at yourself, the throw up was a multitude of colors, and you suddenly got a whiff of the smell. It was putrid, and you moved your hand up to cover your nose while the other dangeled at your side, awkwardly.

Baekhyun clumsily starts to get back up, trying to compose himself. He abruptly looks at you up and down and his eyes widen in shock.

“Holy shit. I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I am so sorry!” He was stumbling over his words, but you can tell that he’s trying hard to speak soberly.

You let out a small chuckle, but the smell wafts up towards your face again and you start to feel sick. Without thinking you run back inside your apartment and rush to the bathroom. You could hear your door close, and you fear that he left. Probably out of embarrassment, you couldn’t blame him. If you puked on your best friend that you've never met before, you’d probably make the decision to do the same thing.

But…

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry Y/N!” Baekhyun is in your apartment, with a look of terror and embarrassment written all over his face. His cheeks are bright red, and his eyes are still in a  state of shock.

You’re standing with your hands placed on the sink counter, still trying to process everything that has happened in a span of minutes. This was not how you wanted to meet your best friend.

“I’m fine… I should be the one asking you that, you know?” You fought off your laughter thinking about everything that has just occurred.

He noticed the small smile crawling onto your face, and he started to do the same. He looks pretty without even trying, you thought. You faced him and let out a breath.

You reached your hand out to him and held the palm of it out to him. He looks at it and firmly grasps it with his before he tries to pull in for a hug.

“Oh no, don’t do that. You'll get your puke all over yourself, stupid.” You smiled.

“Oh right. I’m sorry, I didn’t think I drank that much. I usually don’t throw up or get sick… I think I was just nervous to meet you?” He retreats his hand and puts it in his pocket.

“Anyways… let me get a change of clothes and we can talk.” You take his hand in yours and walk him over to your bedroom.

His hand is soft, and it felt nice having it in yours. You gesture to your bed,

“Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable okay? Maybe lay down in case you start to feel sick again, okay?”

He nods sweetly and places himself there. He looks up at you and you could feel a flutter run down your body. You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat shorts and a simple top.

You close the door behind you once you’re back in the bathroom, and you slide down your door.

“He’s so… cute!” You whisper to yourself. You couldn’t believe it, mostly because everything about this encounter was strange. You quickly change out of your disgusting clothes, wash off any puke left on your body, and put your new pajamas on.

Unlocking the door, you made a mental note to be calm and cool. You did not want to seem weird around him. Considering he’s never shown anyone his face before, you might think maybe the reason behind it was because he has such good looks. He didn’t want people to like him for that, probably just how well he plays games.

You decide to go to the kitchen first before the bedroom, and get him a water bottle from your fridge. When you returned to Baekhyun, he was laying down on your bed, his legs parted and his eyes closed. You bit your lip, was it okay to think that your best friend was hot like this?

“Hey there sick guy, I brought you a water bottle.” You tapped his knee and he bounced up immediately, taking the water bottle from you. He lingered a second longer when he touched your hand. He smiled and thanked you.

“So, weirdo. Why did you decide to come over… and more importantly- you just showed your face to me. No one has gotten this type of luxury before from Kyoong.” You sat on your bed and crossed your legs together while staring at him.

He drank some more water before he nimbly placed it down on the ground.

He looks nervous.

“I uh, wanted to tell you something. I think I’ve been too afraid to tell you sober so I thought being drunk would help me.”

Baekhyun looks deep into your eyes, and you can’t help but feel mesmerized. He was so beautiful, and you were just…you. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, they looked so inviting.

You raised your eyes back towards him. “Okay. What is it?”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. It’s almost like he’s prepping himself up, which leads you to laugh.

This catches his attention and he starts to smile at you.

“Why are you laughing?” He asked softly.

“It’s just funny to see you look so nervous. It’s like you’re going to confess or something-”

“I like you, y/n.”

Silence.

You look at him, and you’re not sure what type of reaction you’re giving him. All you know is that Baekhyun’s face is now a bright pink, and he looks terrified, like a little puppy.

“You like me?” You say quietly to him. He nodded, and he let out a dry cough, and pushed his hair back.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, but I always felt like you saw me as a friend.”

“You are my friend.” You said bluntly, obviously not understanding.

He gives a grimace, “Yes, I know we're friends. But… every time we get online together and play games, go on livestreams and just fuck around… listening to your voice through the phone and never wanting it to end because it just reminds me that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep soundly.”

Your heart is racing, you’re pretty sure that it’s going to jump out at any moment now.

“I just… I like you. I didn’t want to call you or text you that. Because you don’t deserve a half ass confession like that. I wanted to tell you in person, because I trust you.”

He’s biting his lip and there you go again… looking at his lips.

You felt relieved for the most part. You didn’t have to fake the emotions you’ve been feeling this entire time. You didn’t want to anymore because well… you knew that you liked him back. The thought of being with Baekhyun was something you could dream about, and you literally dreamed about it. He never had a face in your dreams… but seeing him now you couldn’t help but feel like dreams couldn’t make a face like his. It was perfect.

You looked down at your hands and let your hair fall down your face, covering your heated cheeks.

“I’ve liked you too, Baekhyun. I always have.”

You look up when you thought you heard something of a muffled cry.

He wasn’t crying, he was laughing.

He looks at you and he’s just smiling so big. You never want that to end, and you feel something stirring inside you once again, but this time you know what it is.

You leaned towards him and kissed him.

At first, he seems shocked, and his lips don’t move against yours. You start to pull away but he places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you closer to him. He starts putting pressure on your lips and you begin to synchronize together. He puts his other hand around your waist, and moves his body closer to yours, leaving no space in between.

As you two part for a moment to catch your breath, you look into his eyes and see nothing but adoration, and you couldn’t help but let a giggle escape your mouth.

“You need to stop laughing so much, you know,” He kisses you again, softly and tenderly before he pulls back again, “I can’t kiss you if you keep it up.”

You resist laughter again, and go back to kissing him again.

This time, he licks the bottom of your lip and slightly tugs on it, and you let out a moan. He starts to tug on your hair a bit, and you couldn’t help but get turned on. He slips his tongue in your mouth and you start to get more into it. It was so vulnerable and raw… the way he tasted in your mouth was sweet and intoxicating.

He suddenly pushes you onto your back and your body bounces on the mattress, but you don’t even pay attention to that, because the person you liked was on top of you, and you wanted more.

His right hand travels down to your thigh and he squeezes it tightly while the other one is caressing your face as he feverishly kisses you. He moves his lips to your neck, and starts to suck gently. You feel his teeth lightly bite down, and you can’t help but elicit another moan.

He brings his head towards you and his eyes look muddied, like he’s in a trance.

“You like that?” He asks with a grin on his face.

You smile back at him, and you move your hand towards the bulge erupting from his sweats. You start to rub it up and down, and you could start to feel yourself get wet just from touching it.

His eyes brightened, and his lips parted into an ‘O’ shape, and God, you were so turned on.

“Do you like that?” You tried to get out, but it sounded more like a whisper.

He looked back at you now and let out a chuckle before he sat up and started to slide your shorts down. You keep your eyes on him, his hair falling down his face, covering his eyes. You wanted to pull on it when he pleasured you and hear what noises would come out of him.

You got the hint and started to take off his shirt, then his sweatpants. He followed suit by removing your top. Now you were both in your underwear, and you were still wearing your bra.

He looks at you with his brown eyes, and you just want to have him. You wanted him so bad, you couldn't take it.

“I just want you to know that I don’t do this with anyone else. I never have, because it’s always been you. I want this to be perfect, God, I’ve thought about this so much. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you, y/n.” He says as he towers over you.

You look up at him and smile, “I’ve actually… touched myself before when we were on a call. Kind of embarrassing, right?” He takes a deep breath before he speaks, “That’s so fucking hot. God.” He leans down and kisses you, and pulls back to lick down your neck, before he starts to kiss your collarbone and suck on it. You could feel your pussy getting even more wet and you reached down to rub his cock again. You really want to suck his cock, it was huge too, you couldn’t believe it.

You then push him away and you hop off your bed. You strip down your remaining clothes as he sits on your bed, his legs dangling off of it. He just looks at you while he bites his lip, his eyebrows furrowed like you’re teasing him. You then get down on your knees, and start to bring down his boxers.

“Y/N, you’re so sexy you know that?” He pauses as you finally let his cock out and put your lips around the side of it, “Fuck.”

Like you said, it was huge. It was bigger and longer than your hand, and it looked so fucking good. You start to rub it with one of your hands, and Baekhyun throws his head back and whimpers. That was all you needed before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and started to suck. You touched yourself with your other hand, rubbing your clit in circles.

You could feel him get bigger inside your mouth, and his moans were so loud that it made you want to hear what other noises he could make. You bob your head up and down his cock, leaving it wet with your saliva. You're rubbing your clit so much, you feel it starting to get swollen. That was when Baekhyun looked down at you, and the way his hair looked, the way his lips were so plump… his cheeks were red with earnestness. You felt yourself going faster.

“… Could I fuck your face?”

You stopped, and you nod. You’ve never done this before, but for Baekhyun, you would do anything right now.

He lets out a groan as he stands up, and he places his hand to the back or your head, one hand holding your hair up and the other coaxing you back onto his cock.

“Just like that,” He says softly, “You look so good with my cock in your mouth. You’re such a good girl, you know that?”

Your voice was caught in your throat when you heard that, and your pussy started to throb. You look up at him as he shoves his cock into your mouth, and you comply by relaxing your jaw. His cock starts to slowly drag along your tongue and you can feel it pulsating. It was warm, and it filled your mouth so perfectly. He’s looking down at you, watching your every moment, and he’s just smiling. God, that smile just did things to you.

“Are you a good girl?” Baekhyun takes his other hand and caresses your cheek as his cock slides in and out of your lips.

You try to nod, but he suddenly starts to go faster, and you could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You fucking loved it. There was so much of him, and you just wanted more and more. You wanted him to fuck your face all night. The way his eyes showed nothing but dominance was so hot, and you wanted to pleasure him so much more.

With one last thrust into your mouth, Baekhyun grunts as he lets go of your hair and firmly puts his hands on your shoulders to pull you up.

“I want you.” He whispers to you. His face is completely wrecked, and his lips are upturned to a small smile. You kiss him once more before you slowly make your way to your bed, lying down.

He towers over you and gives you another smirk. He brushes a strand of hair that’s tangled in your face before he places a kiss on your cheek, and then he makes his way down. He leaves small kisses from your chest to your stomach, and starts to lightly bite down on your thighs. His lips suck on the tender skin, and you can’t help but feel the tight and sensitive knot erupting from your abdomen. You bring your hands to twist in his dark hair, and gently tug on it, coaxing him to get on with it. With that silent request, he looks back up at you, his mouth hanging open every so slightly, his eyes darkened with lust. He dips his head down slowly and you swore that this feeling was euphoric.

His soft lips pressed against your clit, tracing his tongue and sucking ever so lightly.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N.”

You could feel yourself cumming just from this sensation alone, and that makes him even more eager to continue. He grabs both of your thighs and presses each one against his face, almost trapping himself between them. You couldn’t help but to tighten every now and then when he would suck harshly on your clit. It wasn’t until he let out a guttural moan against you that you realized that you were silent. You were so absorbed with how he ate you out that you couldn’t even speak, moreso let out any sounds.

He kisses your pussy before he comes up, and you could see strings of your cum dripping down his chin. He lets out a small chuckle before he brings his hand to wipe it away, but then he looks at you and let’s his mouth hang open. He brings his fingers that are soaked with your cum to your lips, and you happily oblige. It was weird at first, but seeing his expression switch from dominant to submissive, you couldn’t help but suck eagerly on his fingers.

“You’re so hot, fuck. I almost want you to wrap those pretty lips on my cock again.” He mutters out as his hot breath touches your ear.

You squirm under his touch. “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”

He pauses as his left hand traces your waist, and suddenly he grips it ever so slightly.

“You want me?” He breathily lets out.

You bring your hands to his face and turn it so that he’s facing you. He’s sweating now, and the droplets have formed at his forehead, leaving his hair a little damp. His eyes stare into yours lovingly, and you muster a smile back at him before you nod. He takes his hands to circle around you, bringing you closer to him.

“I really like you, Y/N.” He looks into your eyes deeper this time, and you feel your heart fluttering against your chest.

“I really like you too, Baekhyun.” You close your eyes as you kiss him once more. He tenderly adjusts himself and starts to move toward you.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you didn’t come to think about how big he actually was. You grimace at the size, and the feeling of him stretching you out makes you whimper against him. He places his hands on your torso, and starts to slide in and out slowly, letting you become adjusted to him.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?” He looks at you before placing his attention back down, watching himself pump inside of you.

“Feels…so good.”You manage to let out. He takes that chance to start fucking you faster now, and you let out a string of moans.

Baekhyun moves his hand to your right breast, squeezing it tightly, his mouth letting grunts escape from his pink lips.

“You wrap around me so well. It’s like my cock was made for you.”

You felt your stomach doing that little knot feeling again, and you move your hand to grip his shoulder as he continues to fuck you senselessly, the blankets feeling sticky underneath your touch because you were sweating so much. You listen to the profound sounds emitting from the both of you, how wet your pussy is for him and it doesn’t take long until you can say,

“Baek- Baekhyun, I’m going to cum.”

He diverts his attention to your face once more, and he bites his lip.

“Yeah? You’re going to cum for me baby? Come on.” He brings his right hand to grip your chin, forcing it to look into his gaze. You felt the warmness pooling over your entire body, the tingling and sweet feeling coming to you in waves.

“I’m… going to, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You feel his pacing getting sloppier, his cock moving at such a fast speed, stuttering against your dripping pussy.

“Oh my god.” You mumble out.

Baekhyun stills for a moment inside of you, and you could feel his member pulsating, filling you to the brim with his cum. He carefully pulls himself out, and collapses next to you on the bed, panting dramatically. It was nothing but silence for a couple of minutes, just the two of you staring at the ceiling in your room, trying to catch your breath.

You turn to your side and face him, and he looks at you with that endearing smile plastered on his face. His pretty, pretty face. You trace your fingers over the mole above his lip, and you giggle to yourself as he rolls his eyes. He lets out a deep chuckle before he’s rolling your body on top of him and kissing your lips.

He pulls back and nimbly combs his fingers through your hair, and you can’t help but think that this just felt so right.

“Do you want to livestream tomorrow? Let’s play PubG.”

You stare at him and his little remark before playfully slapping his face. He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. “It was just a question.”

You smile. “Sure. We can do that.”

“Before we do that though, can I take you out? Like on a real date?” You lay on your side, your arm wrapping around his chest and pulling yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

(a/n): leave me any requests in my inbox ^^ i haven't wrote smut in a while but a lot of my twitter mutuals wanted me to write some so here you go! criticism is always appreciated too. reblog and like please, thanks!

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Dadfred & Babybat Headcanons...

Featuring y'all's lovely asks!! I have a bunch stocked up in the inbox that I ADORE but have been saving for one reason or another, so I'm gonna ramble about them!!

@sweetsoftysky said: dadfred and babybat drabbles, you could do alfred cleaning and brucie tryna help with those little kid brooms and vacuums and stuff, an just copying alfred

10/10 absolutely ADORABLE concept 🥺 Brucie always wants to help Alfred whatever way he can, so I can absolutely see him trying to tidy up!! I imagine he made a bit of a mess with real cleaning tools so Alfred got him some toy ones lol. I also think when Bruce is small but doesn't really realize it yet, he'll start copying Alfred to feel more "adult". It gets more obvious as Bruce regresses, first just copying his posture or general speech, but when he gets really small he'll copy whatever he does down to small hand gestures. Alfred thinks it's adorable. Bonus headcanon: Bruce experiences echolalia! He has it all the time but it's more noticable when he's regressed as he's not in such strict control of his speech. He'll repeat phrases Alfred says often or he'll immediately echo a word that catches him ("Aw, it looks like I have a little copybat, hm?" "copy bat copy bat :)")

Anon said: I saw a crib with the words you're dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves of the world and Alfred with most definitely have that in Bruce's nursery!

WAAAGH you have no idea the brain worms this ask gave me /pos. Ever since I got this ask I've been looking high and low for (free lol) room building applications so I can fully illustrate Bruce's nursery (this concept absolutely included!!). Recently I've been having Thoughts about Alfred and Bruce building a specific nursery for Bruce's regression together. Bruce is insistent that it's frivolous and he doesn't need one and it's actually Alfred who's campaigning for it. Mostly because he just likes a project! He likes to decorate and make things that aren't weapons! And it's also for Alfred's benefit, since he wasn't very involved in that kind of stuff when Bruce was actually a baby/toddler. He never got the full new baby experience so he wants to do it his way now that he knows what Bruce needs and likes. He just likes spoiling his child okay ajshsj. I think the phrase (which is an Addams family quote!) "You're dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves of the world" would be carved into headboard of Bruce's nursery bed, so he never forgets <3

Anon asked: bruce hiding behind alfred or alfred carrying sleepy bruce to bed?

So this was a request for a doodle (that I still might do lol) but it brings up one of my fave little Bruce things!! On the occasions that they go out while Bruce is regressed he can be very shy and he hides behind Alfred a lot. Once in a blue moon Bruce will regress at a party and go stick by Alfred in the staff rooms until he can go home. A lot of the service people for other gothamites have known Bruce since he was a kid, so they don't mind him being around when he's small. A lot of the time he just needs to be with Alfred, it's not as scary in the rooms with the staff so he doesn't necessarily have to leave. He'll sit by Alfred and hold his arm while he talks to his butler friends. He's usually too shy to greet them at first but by the end of the night he can muster a "bye bye :)". They all love him dearly. WAGH just the idea of big intimidating Bruce hiding behind Alfred makes me 🥹 he's baby for real!!!

This is only a few of y'all's lovely asks but I love every single one!!! I'm still saving some for drawings or ficlets or whatever (these included!!) but feel free to keep em coming!!

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

���I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

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***3 months later***

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A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

[duskholland]

Warm | Tom Holland Smut

warnings ↠ nsfw, 18+ ! this is just some very loving c*ckwarming with sleepy boyfriend tom, ft unprotected sex and oral (fem receiving)

word count ↠ a wholesome 3k

a/n ↠ got inspired by the ig live yesterday and whipped up a lil something to satisfy the devil in me. let me know what you think!

The material of Tom’s hoodie is soft against your cheek, and as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, it feels as though the weight of the world is rolling from your shoulders. His hands are on your waist, tucked beneath the hem of your t-shirt and resting gently over the curves of your hips. As you hum against his shoulder, you feel him shift his fingers, tracing delicate, circular patterns over your skin. 

“Your hoodie is so soft,” you mumble against him, punctuating the words with a few soft kisses to the base of his neck. Tom squeezes your sides, bringing his lips to the top of your head where he leaves a lingering kiss to your hairline. “Wish we could stay like this forever.”

One of his hands moves away from your waist, drifting up to cup the back of your head. As Tom’s nimble fingers rest over your hair, he uses his other arm to pull you closer. It’s a lazy Sunday morning, both of you tangled up in sweats and comfy clothes, and the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours makes you sigh contentedly. 

“We can stay like this all day?” Tom offers. He slowly strokes over the back of your head, the gesture full of a gentle tenderness you’d missed. He’s been so busy recently, with filming and press engagements, that it’s been a while since you’ve had time to exist like this. Two people, curled up together, wrapped up in dizzying love. “Missed you so much this week, darling.”

You smile against his neck and finally pull back so you can look at him properly. You’re resting over Tom’s thighs, straddling his green sweats comfortably, and your position gives you the perfect opportunity to get a lovely, long look at your boyfriend’s face. With his pink hood drawn up around his head, you can make out a few strands of his brown hair, long and a little shiny, and you find your fingers drawn towards them. You reach up, smiling at his tut of disapproval as you gently knock the hood down, revealing his bed of messy, chestnut curls.

“Missed you too,” you finally reply, carding a hand through his hair. With your other fingers, you reach out to cup his cheek, grinning as he presses his face into your palm. Tom’s got his eyes wide and flooded with gentle love, and it makes you melt. This man has you wrapped around his little finger. “Missed a lot of things about you, actually.”

“Yeah?” Tom’s lips quirk into a lazy smirk as he draws you a little nearer. He smells faintly of cologne. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know…” As you muse, you let your index finger wander down the bridge of his nose, tracing over the light freckles. “Missed hearing your lovely voice. It always sounds so raspy in the morning like this.” You lean in to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “And I missed your hugs. God, Tom, you give the best hugs.” As if to prove your point, Tom tightens his grip around you. “Missed your lips, too.”

“Oh, you did, did you?” He’s got that cheeky glint in his eyes, and you nod your head immediately. “I think they missed you too, love. Why don’t you pay them a visit?”

The snort that leaves your mouth is a loud burst of twisted sound, but it makes Tom’s smile grow wider. You wind both arms around his neck and shuffle closer, finally bridging the distance and nuzzling your mouth against his. 

Kissing Tom has to be one of your favourite things ever. The way your lips meld together, dancing in sync as he presses against you with eager force always makes your heart race, no matter how long you’ve been together. His lips are warm and gentle, and as they meet with yours in a lazy exploration of mutual enjoyment, you find yourself melting against him. His hands are back on your hips, and they roam the expanse of your naked back as his tongue flicks into your mouth, causing you to groan softly. When he drags his fingers up and discovers your lack of bra, he’s quick to shift his palms around to the front of your body, holding the curves of your breasts in each hand.

“I bloody love you,” he murmurs, speaking against your lips. The pads of his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp into his mouth, careening further into his touch. “You’re the most beautiful woman on the planet, lovie.” 

You kiss him with a little more intensity, your heart fluttering in response to his sweet, sweet sentiment. It’s early - the both of you had only woken up a half-hour ago - so Tom’s voice is strained and raspy. The sound of his husky tones brings a thrill of excitement to the heat between your legs. 

As his tongue explores your mouth and your fingers tangle in his hair, you become aware of a building pressure pushing up against your sweats. You start to grind down against him, enjoying both the friction it provides to your clit and also the way the movement draws deep, desperate whines from Tom. 

“You wanna know a secret?” You ask him, pulling away to pant in his ear. When Tom hums, you kiss his earlobe. “Think I might’ve missed your cock, too.”

His chuckle rumbles into the air. “Is that so?” Tom’s hands slip away from your chest, and they anchor down your hips. You hum as he guides you, pushing you further against his crotch as your centres meet. You can feel the outline of his length straining up against you, and the sensation makes you grin. “I’ve missed being inside your tight little pussy.” He leaves a kiss just behind your ear, right over a patch of sensitive skin. “Maybe we should do something about that?”

You almost whine as you nod, eagerly reaching down to release the drawstrings of his sweats. In return, Tom pulls free your own, and there’s a moment of shuffling around as you sit up and carefully wriggle out of both your trousers and your panties, Tom bundling them up and folding them into a neat pile beside him. Once you’re settled, you reach beneath the waistband of Tom’s sweats and pull his full member free, all whilst his hot lips trail up and down the column of your neck. 

There’s no burning desperation to your movements as you slowly work one another up. Rather, it’s gentle. Soft caresses, tender lips, whispered words of praise. You’re kissing him as you slowly slide your hand up and down his shaft, and he’s swallowing your moans with his tongue when two of his fingers slip into your slick pussy and work you open. It’s loving and familiar as he crooks his fingertips and nudges up against your g-spot, stimulating your passage until you’re bucking down against him, your movements distracted as your cunt drips for him.

“Need you inside me,” you moan out, a slight pull to your voice. You whimper as Tom’s hot fingers slip out from inside you, and then gasp when he uses his wet fingertips to rub over your clit. The bud pulses and you almost lose it, but a panging in your cunt reminds you of your overwhelming desire to have him inside you. “Tom,” you whine, skimming your thumb over his weepy tip, “Stop teasing.”

Tom growls into your ear, but he reluctantly moves his fingers away from you. He meets your eyes as he very purposefully brings his hand to his mouth and makes a show of licking his digits clean, moaning softly as he does it. 

“Delicious,” he decides. When you throw him a light scowl, he grabs you by the hips and brings you nearer. “Now,” he says, dropping his voice. His hand joins yours on his cock, and together you guide his head through your slit. You let Tom do the hard work, whimpering quietly as he lines his tip with your entrance. “How about we take care of this little problem, eh?”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you slowly, slowly lower yourself over him, tossing your head back as you adjust to the stretch. Tom’s lips move over your neck, sucking a soft hickey to your skin, anchoring you down. The sensation of his member settling deep inside you after so long makes you grab fistfuls of his hoodie, your knuckles tightening around it as you gasp softly.

“Fuck,” you murmur, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. You’re fully seated now, and you can feel every ridge and line of his cock pushed up against your walls, as if in high definition. Everything is amplified, and the longer you sit there wrapped up in his arms and with his lips now dusting over your temple, the closer to Tom you feel. “I love you,” you whimper, voice breathless.

Tom runs his hands over your back, soothing you with large circles of his palms. “Love you too, darling,” he mumbles. He shifts a little on the sofa, and you moan as the head of his cock brushes deeper. “Feel so warm ‘n snug around me.”

You feel yourself clench at his words, and make a very conscious decision to loosen up. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you pull yourself away from the crook of Tom’s neck, pouting a little as the soft fabric of his hoodie leaves your face.

“Do you want to stay like this for a little bit?” You ask, eyes skimming his beautiful face. Your heart fills with appreciation for the man as you pick up all the small details that make him so attractive to you: the worn curves of his nose, the splattering of sun-kissed freckles over his cheeks, the ruffled hairs of his eyebrow. Your thumb absently moves up to his eyebrow and you draw your touch across it, feeling the soft hairs with your finger and sighing as you admire him. 

“How long?”

You crane your neck back, glancing briefly at the paused TV. “‘Til the end of the show? Should be about ten minutes.” You move your hand into his hair, feeling the silky strands fall past your fingers. “Just wanna feel close to you.”

Tom presses his lips to the tip of your nose, drawing a loose giggle from you. “Alright,” he agrees. He drops his voice as he shifts his mouth back to your ear, hot breath flushing over your neck as he adds, quieter, “I’m going to wreck you afterwards, though.”

A shiver passes through you, and your hum mixes with the sounds of the TV as Tom immediately unpauses the programme. You can’t see the screen from where you’re sitting, but you turn down Tom’s offer to reposition. The show is the last thing on your mind, and you’re glad you’re not distracted by it. 

For you, there’s nothing more fulfilling than hiding your face into your boyfriend’s shoulder and feeling him everywhere. Hands on your sides, caressing you and drawing you closer. His lips softly passing over the top of your head. His length, plugging you up to the hilt. Each time one of you shifts, you release a quiet whimper as arcs of pleasure roll up your spine, and when you clench in response, Tom grunts. There’s something so easily private about it: no end goal but just to enjoy one another, and spend this quiet moment holed up in each other’s arms. 

You’ve never felt this loved before, and it brings a lump to your throat.

“You okay?” Tom asks, shifting a hand to hold the back of your head. You hum, tilting your face to the side so you can kiss the point behind his ear.

“Yeah. Just really love you.”

His eyes flicker down to meet yours, flooding with concern when he notes the tears spread thinly over your eyes. “You’re so precious,” he lilts, his accent twanging prominently. He brings you nearer, kissing your forehead in several spots. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

You kiss him, letting your hand travel up to rest against his cheek. “Good,” you whisper against him. There’s a dizzying moment where you just look at him, his eyes mirroring yours, flooded deep with gratitude that rocks you to your bones. You feel safe wrapped up in his arms, and as the music for the credits drifts through the air, you find yourself exhaling. “Show’s over.”

“Lay down for me, love.” 

You whimper when you feel his length slide from you, your cunt feeling cold and empty without him, but he kisses at your pout until it fades away. Tom follows you down onto the couch cushions, caging you in with an arm either side your head. After a moment, you feel his cock sliding through your slit again, pressing up against your clit in a way that makes you moan. 

“I can taste myself on your tongue,” you admit, pulling away from a deep kiss with a perplexed expression on your face. 

“Fucking lovely, isn’t it?” Tom gains a rather mischievous look on his face. “Actually…” 

He pulls away before you can grab him to stay, and Tom slips down between your legs with a cheeky smirk on his lips. 

“Tom,” you whine, scrunching your nose. “I want you.”

“In a minute.” He presses your knees apart and leaves a soft kiss to the inside of one of your thighs. “Patience, my darling girl.”

You try your best to look unimpressed, but it’s very difficult to maintain the rouse as he draws his tongue through your slit. You reach down to grip at his hair, pulling him closer as he trails his mouth all over you. He moans straight against your sopping folds, teasing your clit with his tongue as he slides two fingers back into you, exploring your wet heat eagerly.

“Tom,” you cry out, your back arching off the sofa. His free hand immediately goes to your side, pushing you back down and keeping you in place as his mouth explores you. Noises of your wet arousal fill the air as he sucks over your clit, teasing you, edging you until you’re whimpering. “C’mon, Tom, don’t wanna cum like this. Need to be full of you.”

When he pulls back, Tom runs the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the shine of your slick and his spit combined. He cracks a smile when he takes in the fucked-out expression on your face, pulling up until he’s hovering above you once more. One of his hands caresses your leg before loosely opening it up, and the other rests over your hair near your head. He kisses you softly.

“Are you ready?” He asks. 

“Yes,” you whimper, pressing down against him to prove your point. Your voice twists into a gasp as Tom slips into you, the movement easy and slick. Your fingers grip at the back of his hoodie as he rocks against you, your cunt squeezing around him as you take him wholly. “Shit.”

Tom nips at your necks, strands of his hair rubbing up against your hot skin. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. He pulls out before fucking back into you with a deep, slow thrust. “Fuck, you’re such an angel.” He leaves another kiss to your neck as he gradually quickens his pace. “My angel, aren’t you?”

You pull him back up, meeting his mouth in response. As you kiss him, his hand on your thigh shifts up and intertwines with one of yours, your fingers tangling as the rest of your bodies do, too. You’re grateful for the contact - keeping you anchored together like an emotional tether, a constant reminder of your love. 

Everything about the moment feels so intimate, his pace slow but still fulfilling. Each time Tom thrusts his hips to meet yours, you feel him in you deep, nudging against those spots only he could reach. Each rut presses you one step closer to heaven, and your praises come out garbled, dissolving into his mouth as his lips caress you, tender and warm. 

Tom pulls away after minutes of deep kissing to stare at you, brown eyes full of warmth. “I’m so lucky,” he stammers out, voice strained. You widen your leg, granting him easier access, and both of you groan as the position lets him in deeper. You can feel that telltale warmth building in the pit of your stomach. “Love of my life, you are. You and your- fuck, your perfect little pussy.” His cheeks are red as he kisses your jaw. “Can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of my life, love.”

His words ignite something inside you that goes much deeper than superficial pleasure, and you find yourself clinging to him, gripping his hand with renewed strength as your other twists down between your bodies. Your fingertips connect with your clit, and you glide them over the bud, moaning louder as you feel your orgasm jerk closer.

“Cum in me,” you find yourself saying, eyes trained on the spot between your legs where Tom’s cock meets with your cunt. “Wanna feel you fill me up.” 

His head finds the crook of your neck, sweaty forehead pushing up against your skin as he grunts. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“It’s okay.” You squeeze his hand as you gasp for breath. “I’m close.”

Tom peaks a few moments later, and the action of his guttural groans spilling into the air coupled with the way his cock pulses as he empties his load inside you makes you spasm over the edge too. You whimper as you orgasm, a throbbing warmth spreading across you as Tom kisses your neck over and over, his fingers gripping yours tightly as you enjoy the high together, basking in it. Your mouth hangs half-open as you vocalise your climax, your body on fire as he fucks you through it, the moment spanning a short infinity.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, finally stilling. He stays nudged up inside you as he sits up, supporting his weight on his arms, your hands still joined. Tom kisses you passionately, and you feel him smile against your lips as you kiss him back. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

You bring your free hand up to his head, pushing his hair out from his face as you cup his cheek, looking into his captivating brown eyes. You look at him, and you know that there’s no safer vessel for your heart. You know he’s the love of your life. 

“Love you too,” you say, pausing to kiss him between each word. By the end, both of you are smiling. “You know you’re still in me, yeah?”

Tom chuckles, nodding. “Yeah.” He kisses your nose. “You’re warm.”

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yeah you could say im soft for hoodie!tom...

masterlist linked in bio !

please let me know if you’ve got any thoughts :D askbox is always open; feel free to rb/comment (pls)

stay safe my lovely pals <3

[mindninjax]

Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

…

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

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[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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