#he doesn't have any matching socks anymore

[forestshadow-wolf]

Imagine soap has to go undercover for an op (idk) as a billionaire playboy, ghost is there as another patron, and ghost and gaz are on overwatch (bruce wayne type shit yaknow? Also he definitely made a batman joke). And he almost gets caught, or he does something for the op that would look suspicious and definitely get him caught but then he remembers the role that he is playing ang gets the biggest light bulb idea ever. It's a bad idea. He promised himself he wouldn't do this anymore. It always ends badly. But they're going to get caught it he doesn't, and if they get caughtthey. Low the mission and they'll see Ghost's face and ghost absolutely doesn't want that and that's only for him. He hands ghost the intel, and then.

And then he starts stripping off his jacket. Orders himself a scotch. Waits for it to come out. Downs it then orders another one. And then he's making a scene. Getting loud and rambunctious. His shirt comes off. And his drink come out when he's swinging around in the air above his head. He knocks it back and orders another. The shoes go. And the pants follow. His drink comes and that one goes down the hatch too with another one on the way. And by now his judgment is... shoddy at best, but he's no longer suspicious. Ghost, Gaz and Price are definitely wondering what the hell he's doing, and he'll need to be dragged home by the end of the night, but right now he's having fun.

Out of the corner of his eye he spots a rather large and ornate ice sculpture. And well... up he goes. Clad in only black boxers and matching socks he's dancing up on the sculpture's platform. It's cold through his socks, and the ice sucks the heat from the air between him and it's form, but the alcohol keeps him warm and fuzzy. He spots his drink being carried over, and yells down for someone to get him his drink, an anonymous hand reaches up with his scotch and he takes it. This one doesn't go as quickly. He keeps it with him. And then he's grinding against the ice. Putting on a show. Smile broad. Laugh loud. Hands in the air. There's people telling him to get down now, hut the crowd wants more. And who is he to deny his the crowd? He can hear pice telling him it's enough, but he's drunk and having too much fun. His hands fly up into the air so he can scream in delight. The glass goes flying. And the entire place gets silent save for the music when it crashes. A moment passes. Two. Then he's cheering and the destruction and the place explodes into chaos again.

The drinks keep coming, and the not party keeps partying. And at some point they're able to get him down. And all he remembers from then on is ghost swooping in to get him and the warm, strong arms he falls into.

He doesn't remember getting back. Or what happened after Ghost saved him. But he does remember waking up. It's well past morning, the light through the window hurts his eyes; even closed; and his head is pounding, and he's fighting a losing battle with the nausea, even as he keeps stiller than a statue. But it was a battle he was never going to win. A retribution for his actions of a night full of sin and destruction. And he's flying for the toilet on instinct alone, and just barely makes it because he's puking his guts up. There's a hand on his back rubbing soothing circles on him. It's large, and callused, and warm, and new. And it doesn't stop as he spits into the water. Nor as he stays there incase his roiling stomach tries to turn inside out again. It's comforting. A comfort he's never had. And he thinks he might like it.

And when he finally thinks he's done he grabs for the handle and flushes his sick away, and sits back on his arse. The wall does the work of keeping him up, he's sweaty, he can feel the cold stick on his face. And when he looks up it's Ghost who sits before him. And for some reason that shocks him. And what's more is that he doesn't look disgusted or angry or any of the thousand other looks he's seen after a night like this. No it looks.... soft? And something else that looks a little like pity, but doesn't feel like pity. His mouths tastes sour and foul from stomach acid, but it's a familiar enough taste that it no longer bothers him enough to make him move to amend it.

Ghost gives him a glass of water, and he watches him. Soap does think he even blinks. Not as soap takes a mouthful of water, swishes it around his mouth then spits it into the toilet. Nor as he takes another swig to soothe his burning throat. Nor as he leans his head back against the wall. His head hurts. His everything else is sore. He's forgotten what last nights did to him. And still Ghost doesn't look away. And then.

"Are you okay?" It's soft, like he's being careful not to hurt him. And almost hesitant, like he's unsure if he should speak.

And then he honest to god asks him if he's okay. As if this wasn't his punishment. As if he didn't deserve the splitting headache or he roaring nausea or the bright lights or the too loud sounds or the reprimand that is surely coming his way.

"I will be." It's true. He will be. But right now he feels like death chewed him up and shat his out again. And he's trying to remember how bad he hot last night so he knows how much trouble he's in. And he just needs one more moment before he gets up to see price to collect whatever punishment duties he's in for.

When ghost doesn't respond he cracks open an eye. And. Ghost has a staring problem. But then again everyone in the 141 has problems. Maybe Ghost knows how much trouble he's in.

"D'ya ken what duties Price has me on fer las' night?" It's an off-hand question, he's not expecting anything, really. Maybe Ghost even has some of his own. Ghost makes a small sound, and it makes soap open his eyes to look at him properly. His eyes are sad when they look at him now. And he doesn't know what he did.

"Johnny-" he starts, then he stops. The mask he's wearing moves like he's licked his lips and soap wonders when he learned that tell. "You're not in trouble." Ghost says it softly, sadly, pityingly.

"It's 'k, Ghos'. I ken wh't 'm like on nights like tha' just wanna know what I got m'self into. I'm trouble." He doesn't know how to soothe Ghost, but he hopes that helps.

It doesn't.

"I'm serious, Johnny, you're not in any trouble." Ghost sounds almost hurt to his ears, but he's also hungover so he doubts it.

"'S'k if you dinna' wanna say. I'll ask price in a min. Jus' go' get dr'ss'd."

Maybe part 2 if you beg I remember

[flowercrowngods]

It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

🤍 permanent tag list gang: @skiddit @inklessletter @aringofsalt @hellion-child @stobin-cryptid@hotluncheddie @gutterflower77@auroraplume@steddieonbigboy @n0-1-important@stevesjockstrap @brainvines @puppy-steve @izzy2210 @itsall-taken @mangoinacan13 @madigoround@pukner@i-amthepizzaman @swimmingbirdrunningrock @hammity-hammer @stevesbipanic@bitchysunflower @estrellami-1 @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @awkwardgravity1 (lmk if you want on or off, for this story or permanently)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

DISCOPUNK - Octobie Week #3 - Slice of Life

Well, that's one way to say 'thank you'. | Its tea time, innit. (Hobie x DiscoSpider Diane)

A.N: This was SO SO fun to draw and I'm really happy with how it came out :') - Also, I hid a lot of personal fanon-lore in this drawing so, here's some easter eggs below! As always, huge thanks to @the-kr8tor!

Easter Eggs:

Hobie lives on a boat with his lovely stray boatcats.

Hobie is proudly Jamaican (in my head).

His favorite colour is Green, though only Diane knows that.

Hobie didn't tell her, but somehow she managed to figure it out on her own.

Someone asked him, but before he could answer, she simply said 'Green'.

When he later asked her how she'd known, Diane told him it was obvious.

His carpet was green, and so was his bonnet, and his favorite shirt - to her it just made sense.

He calls her Duchess, since their first night out.

Diane sleeps with her guitar pick necklace on her left wrist.

She says she's afraid if she wears it to bed, it'll choke her to death in her sleep.

Hobie tells her that's not possible - considering she's superhuman. Green Goblin could hardly choke her out if he wanted to.

She doesn't believe him. She's 'not taking no chances'.

Diane only sleeps in high quality pastel pajama sets - with fuzzy socks to match. Hobie is the type of guy to turn any shirt into a 'sleep shirt' if he owns it long enough.

Diane likes her nails long, acrylic, and consistently manicured.

Hobie could never. After raiding Diane's extensive varnish collection, he paints every finger a different color. Sure, he could pick one. That's no fun, though!

When Hobie is enamored - or near Diane - his outline with turn her favorite color, pink!

Not only that, when Hobie's being a loverboy, pink origami hearts may start fluttering around his head - literally.

Diane knows Hobie's tea order by heart.

Another thing she'd learned by sheer observation.

Irish Breakfast tea, not British. One sugar, not too sweet, with the bag steeped a little too long.

He likes it 'her-coloured' - tea with just enough milk to match the tone of her skin. Anymore makes it taste 'like rubbish', in his opinion.

Hobie endorses tax evasion.

Happy Octobie Week #3!

Remember, if you have a spidersona, you can do whatever you want forever <3

BYE.

[rambunctioustoons]

porch lights and fireflies

reader/moon, word count 600

✨

Your socked feet quietly stalk along the hardwood. Groggily trying to evade triggering the call of creaky floors. Led between the cracks of unpolished maple right up to the wide open doorway. 

Gaze not deceiving you for once. Moon sat alone on the porch, huddled into himself. So often darting away from you, you half expect his nimble limbs to straight up and bolt away from you into the forest. 

Polite statement radiating hollow, you could do better than that. Sitting down next to him, the squeak of protest from worn down steps earning you a twitch of his faceplate. 

But you're not getting your hopes up. "Hey," You say, barely above a murmur. Tightening the throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Hesitantly moving forward past the burn out porch lights. It shuffles further away from you, evading you entirely. But not running, not bolting. "Good to see you." 

"go sleep." He tuts. Tone lacking the heeded warning it usually had. No walled in corridors anymore to chase you in, free reign surrounding you. Left fumbling on if that had been the reason you've barely seen him since the 'Plex. Sun having no answers, and leaving assurances in place of words you'd just needed to hear. 

If it's more freedom he'd wanted, that they'd both wanted, you'd be more than happy to oblige. More than happy to help if they'd just stopped reverting back to old habits. Shutting you out of whatever was happening. 

"Go charge." You settle on. Sliding ever so slightly closer to him proves to be a mistake. Balancing himself half off the top step at this point, goosebumps of shame prickling along your neck. Face flush as you pull back again. "Sorry-.. I just- I missed you—" 

Words crumbling out into the open air. Brisk crispy breeze cupping your cheeks, as you hear another squeak. Much too sharp to emit from wood, but, there's no solace to be had if your fretting breaks the stairs. Facing his direction upright, you catch him holding a throw blanket bundled in his lap. Little time to really question it. 

"I couldn't sleep, doesn't look like you could either. I—" 

The folded bundle on their lap, rustling and squeaking. Their widened eyes meeting yours, clutching the displeased creature tighter. 

In the end, little feisty claws are no match for his clutches. A raccoon, bolts from under the covers and out into the open. Blurry haze of fur illuminated by startled, scattered fireflies. 

Statute no longer hunch, sprawled out along the steps in woeful defeat. That solves one problem. 

You know the answer. You know. 

"You were trying to bring that inside?" You ask anyway, deadpan. 

"it's small, and alone." He mumbles. "likes peach slices." That. Explains why the peaches kept going missing, and Sun's insistence the fruit just goes bad super duper quick. Yet, refused to quit buying heaps of peaches. 

"It's got friends nearby," Leaning against the worn banister. "I'm sure of it." 

Moon hums. An off centered acknowledgement it hears you, but. He's absolutely going to keep trying to bring raccoons into the house. No dice convincing him otherwise. Roaming around the yard, settling to lay down on a patch of overgrown grass. Gaze trailing sleepily between the stars. 

"Is that what you've been doing out here, all this time?" 

"sometimes."  

Crawling over, nestled up against your side in an impressive but entirely unnecessary half roll to get to you. Faceplate pressed flat to the ground, theatrically slumping himself down. Like his whole body had participated in a sigh. 

A click somewhere in his upper casting, chiming alongside you as you'd giggled. Something tells gauges this had been an impatient attempt to whisk the creature inside. 

"We should name it," Names spurring immediately to mind, but you hadn't swaddled it like a baby. Didn't think that gave you any real leeway. "The raccoon." You add. 

Muffled voice eventually piping up from the twilight grass blades. "peaches.” 

[hiskillingjar]

Begging screaming and crying for something with teen edgelord oleander 🙏

absolutely you fucking can

1000+ words. sfw. cw for self harm, violent descriptions, dead animals, and uh. what i can only describe as OCD + jealousy spurned (vaguely) incestuous intrusive thoughts

“Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

Famous last words, before the gunshot and the splatter of blood, bone and brain matter out the back of a hostage’s head, almost black against the cement wall.

Lawrence stared at his laptop screen, his grey eyes fixed on the newest video on the front page of Liveleak that morning.

The hostage was a soldier and the shooter was probably another soldier, fighting a war thousands of miles from his house in the woods. Lawrence didn't tend to read the descriptions of the videos anymore, since he was more interested in the viscerality of what was posted.

Or, they should have been visceral. 

Lately, he wasn't getting the kinds of reactions from himself that he used to. 

He just sort of felt...numb to it all now, the worst gunshots and car accidents barely raising an eyebrow, let alone inspiring a gasp or a turned stomach.

Maybe that just meant he needed to up the stakes a little. Find a website that posted worse videos, more gruesome ones, and maybe then he'd start feeling something again.

"Dad's home," His sister, Lily, swung around his door frame, practically out of nowhere (he didn’t hear her coming up the stairs, she was that quiet), making him flinch and quickly shut his laptop, lest she see what he was looking at on a Saturday afternoon while she and Laurel were playing outside. "He's got a deer tied to the front of his truck."

"...Buck or doe?" Lawrence asked as he sat up, pushing a hand through his greasy hair.

He’d shower today. Or maybe Monday, before school.

"I dunno," She shrugged. "Whatever doesn't have horns."

"Antlers," Lawrence mumbled with a roll of his eyes, standing from his bed and setting his laptop down on the desk. "So it's a doe then. A girl deer."

"Aw, that's sad," Lily pouted, leaning in the doorframe, inadvertently pushing her chest forward. "What if it's, like, Bambi's mom or something?"

"Bambi isn't real," Lawrence said somewhat curtly, looking over his shoulder with a hard look before looking back towards his window when he saw Lily was wearing a low-cut sundress. "And Dad's killed a ton of girl deer before. Why do you care about them now?"

"Mm...I guess I didn't think about it before." She said before shrugging her freckled shoulders and skipping back the way she came, down the loft steps, clearly not bothered enough by their father's hunting habits to be too concerned by it.

Easy for her. 

She wasn't the person who was going to get called on to help skin it.

She wasn’t going to have to pin the doe down, spread her limbs out, open her up, watch her bleed as he stripped her to muscle and bone.

It was always so easy for Lily. 

And for Laurel, too, even if she was the more boy-ish one of the twins, sometimes more boy-ish than Lawrence himself was.

Hands clenched into fists at his side, Lawrence pressed his lips together tightly and let out a long, shaking breath through his nose, feeling his gut churn as he kept thinking about Lily in her sundress.

Yellow, adorned with daisies, white cotton socks and yellow jelly shoes to match her dress. Lily entertained her mother’s wishes for a ‘real girl’ in a ‘family of hunters’ (like Lawrence was any good at hunting anyway), a willing doll to dress up, that Laurel didn’t allow her and that Lawrence wasn’t allowed to want.

He quickly reached for the military tin on his desk, which contained his razors.

Lily’s sundress, her freckled shoulders and pale, burgeoning chest, her smiling lips and gap teeth.

He brought his other hand up and dug the blade of the cleanest razor into his wrist, barely feeling it.

Her jelly shoes which were caked with mud from playing outside, her thin legs marred with bruises and scrapes when it got too rough.

The cut stung a little more as he dragged the razor deeper into his skin, his long fingers trembling as he forced himself to feel the pain, feel it, you fucking degenerate, feel it.

Her flushed cheeks, even though she was never told off, never taught how to skin a buck, never reprimanded for crying as she did it, never told to stop crying, suck it up and cut your hair because you look like a fucking faggot, fucking faggot, FUCKING FAGGOT-

"Lawrence."

Lawrence flinched at the stern, solid sound of his father's voice, quickly turning around and pulling his hoodie sleeve down over his marred wrist, his razor digging into his palm.

"You see that doe on my car?" Father asked with a proud grin, his hands on his hips, a pocket knife on a carabiner swinging from his cargo shorts, never far away from tools of violence. “Me and the boys ‘been camping since six this morning for that beauty. Your old man got it in-,” He raised a hand up, extending two fingers towards the young boy and mimed a gunshot towards him. PEW! “One shot. Is that cool or what?!” 

"Um, yeah, Dad," Lawrence nodded, his eyes stinging from the pain in his wrist, threatening to tear up. "It's…really cool. Nice one."

"Damn right it is," He smiled even broader with a satisfied nod. "You're gonna help with skinning, so your mother can use it for dinner tomorrow."

It's not phrased like a question anymore. It's a demand.

You're going to. You will.

"Yeah," Lawrence nodded too, giving Father his best approximation of a smile possible. He had no doubt that Father wouldn’t see how empty it was. "Um, just give me a minute and I'll be out in a sec."

"I'll be counting!" Father called behind him as he paced away, floorboards creaking under his weight as he jogged down the stairs and left him to it.

Lawrence let out a strangled little whimper as he pulled his sodden jacket sleeve up, inspecting the damage he’d done to himself in his pursuit for absolution.

Multiple cuts, deep and painful and still oozing with blood. His palm had been sliced open too, but not nearly as bad as his wrists had been.

“Fuck,” He murmured, chewing the inside of his cheek, his teeth grinding (too tight in his skull) as he grabbed for the military tin again for a roll of bandages. 

“Dad’s gonna kill me…”

[andkisses]

♡ fifty-fifty split | sunghoon ♡

Sharing an apartment with Sunghoon, your best friend since you were both 12, has ups and downs. Sometimes (a lot of times...) he doesn't do the dishes. But he always splits rent, utilities, and any other costs 50/50. And tonight? You find another good thing about him being just across the living room...

♡ sunghoon x gn!reader | wc. 2.2k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!!, friends to lovers, roommate!au, casual hurt/comfort ♡ mentions of/warnings: bugs and creepy crawlies and reader is afraid of them; one pet name usage (love) ♡ a/n: i swear this man is my enha muse... enjoy lol inspired by true events </3 copyedited as i went so vaguely proof read lol enjoy <33 ♡ masterlist ♡

What should have been a peaceful late night of relaxation had turned into a nightmare. You'd done your self-care—shower with matching body wash and lotion, skin care with your favorite serums and moisturizers. Vanilla overnight lip balm applied. All that was left was to snuggle down into your covers and delude yourself into whatever romance you were reading or watching (you hadn't decided yet) that night.

     And that's when It showed up.

     You were scrolling through your phone, trying to see if a new drama would catch your eye before you defaulted to the book on your nightstand. The covers were mid-pull, almost tucked beneath your chin. You had scrolled again, mindlessly searching for something—anything—to curb your romantic tendencies for the night when—

    Out of the corner of your eye—

    Something dark and squirmy and creepy crawly on the edge of your covers, the part almost to your neck and chin.

    It's over before it begins—you grabbing at the figure and dramatically chucking whatever it was across the room. You turned on your phone flashlight, waving it around your dark room looking for any sign of whatever that was. You kick the covers back, combing through every layer and blanket before coming to terms with your new reality.

    You had no idea where that bug went—or if it was even real. And the uncertainty of the event and its aftermath meant your room?

    No longer a place of relaxation.

    Your hand pauses before knocking on Sunghoon's door. Yeah, he's your friend and all. Your best friend, at that. But what if he's busy doing something? Hanging out on a call with his friends or gaming? Yeah, he's your best friend, but he loves to tease you and surely this situation would lead to that, and... you aren't sure if you could handle him treating you like that right now. It's not that you despised his teasing, you most certainly adore his attention every time you have it. But tonight...

    "Are you gonna come in or just stand there like a serial killer?"

    "How do you know I'm even out here?" you huff, indignant that he cut off your thoughts.

    "Kitchen light's on," he calls through the door. "You're casting a shadow under my door. Very serial killer-y. Come in."

    You sigh, turning the knob and pushing his door open. Sunghoon sits on his bed, wearing the grey hoodie you think compliments everything about him. In his hands, resting on his lap, is a journal. You watch as he seamlessly places his pen inside, closing the book and setting it on the side table furthest from you. You watch as his eyes take you in—his shirt you stole a year ago and never gave back (even if it doesn't smell like him anymore), pajama pants, socks. Nothing spectacular, but your heart has already convinced you he's staring because it's you.

    You forgot to calculate your stupid crush into this. Honestly, falling for your best friend who also happens to be your roommate?

    "Let me guess," Sunghoon hums, smirk on his lips as he leans back against the wall, hands politely folded in his lap. "I forgot to send you my share of the rent."

    "No, I—"

    He holds up one finger, as if saying aha! "My share of utilities?"

    "No, Sunghoo—"

    "I did the dishes I promise!" His hands are both up, palms out, a stupid grin on his face.

    "There was a bug in my room." You step forward, shutting the door behind you. You wanted as much room between you and that thing—even if you're still wondering if you even saw one or not. Sunghoon didn't need to know your doubts about that. "I'm here because there was a bug in my bed."

    Sunghoon leans forward, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and patting the spot beside him. "Not because you're madly in love with me?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. If only he knew. "Because that was going to be my next guess."

    "No, it's—I—" You sit down beside him, feeling his weight on the bed shift as you join in. You didn't think it had bothered you this much, or you didn't want to think about it at all. But sitting here? Trying to recall it?

    "Hey, wait." Sunghoon's face has shifted, his brows knit together with worry. "For real. Are you okay?"

    "It's just..." You close your eyes, trying to find the right words. When you open them again, you turn towards Sunghoon, whose stare moves over your features, searching for anything he can do. "It was so icky. It never actually touched me, but I feel like I can feel it on my skin.

    "Where?" Sunghoon asks softly. His attention and care, the calming atmosphere of his room lit only with small table lamps and string lights, are already helping.

    You go along, pointing to your arm. "Here. Like all over. It's nasty."

    "May I?" he asks,

    You pause, confused and unsure as to what he's asking about. But this is Sunghoon, and you trust him with so many things already. You nod.

    He turns his body more toward you, and you mirror him. Sunghoon takes one hand with his larger, warm one, cradling yours in his palm. Then, with his other, he places his hand at the top of your shoulder, moving down softly and slowly, drawing warmth all the way down to your wrist. Any sensation you thought you felt has been replaced with a real one now. Sunghoon does it again once or twice—you're now feeling dizzy, intoxicated with such an intimate touch—before switching to your other arm and repeating the process.     Once he finishes, Sunghoon drops your hand back into your lap, his lips quirked into a half smile. "Did that help? Is it gone?" You watch in a haze of feelings as Sunghoon reaches behind him, pulling his hoodie off effortlessly. His hair is ruffled now and all you can focus on is how good the black t-shirt he's wearing underneath looks. He places the hoodie in your lap, then reaches up to cup your cheek, his fingers threading behind your ear into your hair and against your scalp. "You felt cold. You take it."

    "What are you doing?"

    Sunghoon squints, unsure, but doesn't remove his hand. "I'm... taking care of you." He doesn't say it like a question.

    You shake your head, and his hand falls away. You grip at the hoodie in your hands, still warm from being worn. "No, nuh-uh. Is this how friends take care of each other?"

    "I'm not sure I'm getting what you're saying," he says, frowning. As he pulls back you lean forward, and his eyes widen just enough.

    Just enough to keep you talking.

    This ball of feelings had been pushed the moment you decided to come to his room and seek out comfort. If you didn't want to sleep in your room, you could have slept on the large sofa the two of you had saved up for and invested in together. You bought a couch together. Do regular friends do that? And then the touching and his warmth and openness and his hoodie in your hands and—and—

    "I lied earlier."

    You feel bad for how confused your best friend looks. "What? Seriously are you okay?" he asks, taking the back of his hand to press lightly against your forehead.

    You reach up, taking his hand in yours and bringing his knuckles to your lips. There's no going back now. And since he hasn't kicked you out yet, you keep going, ball still rolling. "I lied earlier," you repeat. "I do like you."

    You watch the blush on Sunghoon's cheeks, mindlessly wondering how you can see it happen again. Sunghoon blushing? Because of you? He clears his throat, but instead of withdrawing his hand, he threads his fingers between yours. "I actually asked if you were madly in love with me."

    You nod, and you feel Sunhoon squeeze your hand tighter as his eyes widen. Now, it seems, his in shock. "I just... I adore you and I don't know when it happened. It certainly wasn't when we met and you called me a loser and then we got paired together on the next group assignment." You stop to catch your breath as Sunghoon laughs, drawing his free hand over his face. There's a soft, carefree smile on his lips when you continue. "And then I saw you date other people and it felt weird to be excited when it didn't work out. And then we moved in together and got the couch and—"

    "Can I kiss you now?" he interrupts, bringing his hand back up to cup your chin between his thumb and forefinger, half-lidded eyes alight with happy mischief.

    You squeeze his hand, acting as an anchor. "Would you believe me then?" you ask.

    His whisper ghosts against your lips. "I already do."

    He tastes sweet and tart and strong, like cherries and coffee. He tilts his head, nose brushing past yours as he kisses you, tenderly and thoughtfully and in a way you know you'll never, ever get enough but it won't stop you from trying. He shakes his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist, and your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. You pull apart, gasping for air, trying to blink past the haze in your eyes before deciding that no, actually, neither of your were done. And this kiss? You can feel him smiling as he lets go of your chin to wrap that arm around you. You start laughing, pulling away as he plants kisses on your cheeks and nose and chin and jaw. You two topple over, a laughing mess with limbs already tangled together, like you already both knew.

    Like you'd been loving each other for a long time.

    "Can I tell you something?" Sunghoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. You'd been in his arms before, obviously, but this? Here and now? It's different—a good different.

    "Yeah, I guess so," you reply. "I'd rather you kiss me more, though."

    "What? We aren't doing a fifty-fifty split like we do on everything else?" he asks, propping himself up. "I have to do all the kissing?"

    "Do I not deserve to be spoiled?" you ask, cheeks hurting from your smiling. The hoodie had been lost, probably fallen to the floor when you grabbed his shirt. But you aren't cold anymore.

    Sunghoon laughs, grabbing the journal and paging it open to where he had bookmarked it with his pen earlier. His eyes scan the page, but he doesn't share. "I was actually writing about you... us... I was trying to get my thoughts out on paper when you showed up." He shrugs, placing the pen back to bookmark his spot and returning the journal to the nightstand. He levels you a soft and dreamy stare. "Maybe that bug was Cupid."

    "I literally cannot believe you right now."

    He laughs again, flopping back down beside you. Somehow, you'd found your way to the middle of his bed, head resting in his pillows. The two of you lay on your side, face to face, as close as each of you dared.

    "Be honest," Sunghoon requests. "Was there really a bug?"

    You whack at his shoulder, and he hooks his arm around your waist in response, pulling you closer. "Yes, there was!"

    Sunghoon shrugs again, leaning in to kiss you. "Okay, I'll call the exterminator in the morning."

    "What? You aren't going to save me yourself?"

    "And give you an excuse to leave me and go back to your room?" Sunghoon's hold on your waist gets tighter. He shakes his head. "No, I'll call in the morning, thank you."

    You roll your eyes. "Some prince charming you are."

    "I'm calling, aren't I?"

    "Make it up to me," you say, and Sunghoon nods. "Tell me how long you've been in love with me."

    He laughs, blush coming back up to his cheeks as he rolls his head into the pillow. He looks back up at you shyly, and in such a way that makes you blush. You can feel the heat creep across your cheeks, the tips of your ears, down your neck. His eyes flick there before coming back up to yours.

    "You told me you definitely didn't like me when I first called you a loser," he says, voice soft now. "But I think I did. I thought you were the coolest person ever, and I couldn't believe you were talking to me. So I panicked and called you a loser."

    "Really smooth," you say, reaching to push Sunghoon's hair out of his eyes. You revel in the way you see him shiver slightly beneath your touch.

    "I know," he says, "but if I hadn't called you that, our teacher wouldn't have paired us together so we could 'get along.' And then we never would have bought a couch together."

    You laugh, small and light, and Sunghoon smiles wider still. "What? You don't think we would have met or connected any other way?"

    Sunghoon shakes his head. "I don't even want to think about a world where I never got to know you."

    "Then don't," you offer, threading your fingers through his hair. "And kiss me again."

    His hands splay against your ribs, warmth radiating against you, his lips moving against yours before you're done talking. "Whatever you say, love."

[rogaire]

Character headcanon generator — 10 headcanons, true or false.

Shay is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them. — TRUE

HAHA, true. It's funny because he is usually straightforward about his feelings, so you would expect him to get hints. But, spoiler alert, he doesn't. You must say it to his face or just grab and kiss him for him to finally get it. 😭

Shay has a pet cat. — TRUE

He used to. It was part of the Morrigan’s crew for a while before he gave it away to a family during one of his trips because owning a kitty while sailing in the extremely cold temperatures of the North Atlantic wasn’t good for a kitty.

It would not take much for Shay to turn evil. — FALSE

I don’t think he can be evil at all. He did show signs of corruption as he got older, but this doesn’t mean he does't have a heart anymore. He is still Shay, though less driven by his emotions, unlike his younger self.

Shay is awful with kids. — FALSE

He is one big baby himself, so this means that he can and WILL play with children if ever asked. *Cue Shay sitting in a child chair drinking “tea” because he’s been politely asked by a child to join*

Shay has chronic nightmares — TRUE

He often has vivid nightmares of his time during the Lisbon earthquake. He struggles with sleep because of that.

Shay doesn't own a single pair of matching socks. — TRUE

Unfortuntely he is quite an expert in losing socks. He even came to think that someone sneaks into his cabin to steal them on purpose. Yep, he even thought of the Assassins asjhb What little remains is overused to the point that Cassidy constantly has to stitch them. But it is more than likely that he will wear unmatching socks under his boots. LUCKILY he wears boots-

If someone they knew commited a crime, Shay would cover for them. — TRUE

Absolutely. It depends by how close Shay is to this person, but he would also try to take the blame for it.

Shay is an introvert — FALSE

He’s always been more of an extrovert, especially during his youth. However, once he got older and joined the Templars ranks he became more of an Ambivert.

Shay is a horrible liar — TRUE-ish

It depends on what he must lie for. If it is for a “Templar purpose” then he is a pretty good liar, but if it is for something else then he's not because he feels guilty very easily. 😭

Shay is going to hell — TRUE? But-

I had to

Tagged by: @silentknives Tagging: @goldentemplariumcrow @intothewildsea @seeasunset @ecglesoul @fromashesweriseuphiddenones and u

[overwatchfics]

can you do Shimadas taking care of their sick s/o? 🥺

A/N: Reformatted this so it fit your request lmao sorry this is late, but hope you're feeling better homie!

Hanzo

He feels like such a mother hen, he takes care of you like no other

I headcannon that Hanzo brews a mad cup of tea, he'll put every ounce of effort in brewing the best cup for you

He won't get too close to you at first, but if you're ABSOLUTELY miserable he'll hold your hand and rub soothing patterns into your back and arms

He'll begrudgingly do his goofy fisherman's dance if you really need something to cheer you up

Or he'll tell you the good memories of his childhood growing up in Shimada castle, of how he'd seen Genji sneaking treats to Kiriko in their youth.

Ok enough, he doesn't care if he gets sick anymore, Hanzo doesn't like seeing you in any discomfort, so he'll get under the blankets with you and hold you.

He'll prepare some hot soup with crackers on the side.

If you have long hair he'll loosely braid it and card his fingers through it.

Headache? He'll lightly massage your scalp to get you to relax.

Even if you look like shit he'll still call you beautiful

I feel like he has a fondness for novellas or TV dramas and he'll quietly murmur under his breath Oh no she did not

He'll put these dramas on tv for you two to watch and honestly watching Hanzo's reaction is more entertaining than the show itself

He'll grab a cool wash clothes and wipe the sweat from your face and keep you clean.

If you have to go to the doctors, he'll hold your hand through the process

Both Shimadas have a massive fear of the doctor's office and you can't convince me otherwise

Genji

He can't catch any illnesses so cuddles?

Having a cyborg ninja boyfriend comes with its perks and one of them being he can control his body temperature.

Hot fever? That's alright he's got his cooling system on

Too cold? And blankets make you sweat too much. Butt warming technology activated (Like in those leather seats in cars)

Aside from this he panics if you have a nasty illness and he goes to Angela on how to best take care of you

Since its winter he'll get you involved in some silly arts and crafts, and you can bet he makes you a cut out of paper snowflakes

Can't really cook, so he'll order some take out (Mostly soup)

Genji has tried to cook a few times (the few times he has, it was so bad even Moira said it was unethical)

I feel Genji would also have a small gaming set up and he'd play a single player game with story so you could enjoy the story with him

I'm getting carried away with random Genji hcs lemme get back on track

He would buy you two matching fuzzy pajamas and socks so you could suffer in comfort with him looking a little goofy in his pjs

Not the best brewer but he can make a decent cup just for you

As much as he hated cough medicine himself, he'll make sure you'll take it

GENJI WOULD BE THE TYPE TO GO "Here comes the airplane prrrrrrrrrrrrrb!" and poke at your lips with the spoon until you relent

Kiriko

Kiriko would just pocket you. End of story.

Lmao no I wouldn't do that to you

Her Ofuda is primarily used to heal fresh wounds and usually trauma injuries (Bullets wounds, tears, slices, bruising, etc) not illnesses

When you fall ill, she could care less about getting sick since the fox spirit kinda protects her from trivial stuff like that.

Kiriko cuddles are on the table, she'll curl up with you on the couch and if you'd like she'll give you shoulder rubs (Spoiler: They're fucking amazing)

She would take you to the bathroom and wash and dry your hair while softly humming or singing a light tune

she'd blow dry the hair and massage the scalp to release any pent up stress and the vapor from the hot water would help the illness

Kiriko asks her mom for some soup recipes. A good ol family recipe is good for the soul

She totally has an apron that says "Kiss the Kamori"

She tries to heal with the ofuda to help ease any aching or pain you're in

She hates seeing you so miserable and does what she can to put a smile on your face

Even if that means telling embarrassing stories of Hanzo and Genji that they'd rather you not know about

Or blowing raspberries lmfao she doesn't care if you're sick, she's blowing them on your neck or stomach regardless. It really just ends up into cuddling

Once she quiets down, she'll just pull you into her arms and ask if you're alright.

[gemini-sensei]

Demetri Alexopoulos x Single!Pregnant!Reader

Fem!Chubby!Reader ○ slight angst

I'm a slut for tutor Demetri, just an fyi. (unedited)

When Demetri was approached about a tutoring opportunity, he didn't see any reason not to do it. After all, it would be a great thing to put on his college applications and it gave him something else to do after school that wasn't karate related. It seemed like a win-win situation, though he was a little iffy about the bit where the tutee was a home body mostly working online. He wondered why he had to go to their house when they were just doing some online work, but was assured that he was being asked to do this because the school wanted to ensure this student was understanding the material. They inflated his ego a bit by telling him he is one of the school's best students across all subjects and he agreed despite not knowing where he was going or who he was meeting.

So he had no idea what to expect when knocked on the door and announced that he was from the school. It certainly wasn't a cutie with a pregnant belly.

She was wearing loungewear, a soft tank top with matching shorts and fuzzy socks. He didn't mean to stare, but quickly snapped out of it when she laughed awkwardly and introduced herself. With one hand on her belly, she extended the other to him.

He shook it with a lopsided smile. "I'm Demetri."

She led him inside and smiled. "Thanks for doing this. I'm usually pretty good with everything, but I suck at math."

"It's no problem," he told her. He felt a little awkward, his eyes drawn to her belly and other curves. While he wasn't used to being around pregnant people, his awkwardness was unrelated to that. Instead, it was more related to the fact that he thought she was more than cute. "So, do you want to start with math or another subject?"

"Whatever you want is okay with me," she told him, leading him to her work area. It was just the dining room table covered in all her supplies; papers, notebooks, textbooks, her laptop open to some powerpoint, and a ton of pens and highlighters. "I just need to be able to take the tests, you know?"

He nodded, but he wasn't thinking about what subject they were going to start with - despite his asking. He was staring at her ass as she walked ahead of him. She sat down at the table, her chair cushioned with two pillows, one on the seat and the other for her back. She wiggled and got comfortable, then smiled up at him and motioned to the seat beside her.

"Or sit anywhere you want," she told him, chuckling nervously.

He sat beside her and they got to work on the math lesson she was stuck on.

After an hour or so, they took a break, at which point he watched her mix a bowl of strawberry jelly with Nutella and eat it with mini breadsticks. He couldn't keep his mouth shut at that point.

"Is that good?" he asked.

She looked at it, then shrugged shyly. "I guess it doesn't matter. It's not what I want." She looked down at her belly. "It's what he wants."

He blinked, then looked at her belly. It stretched out her shirt, making it mold to her form. She was pretty and round, the rest of her body full - full hips, full thighs, full waist; she was almost to the point where that shirt wouldn't hold her in anymore. Her tits were ready to spill out of it, that was for sure, but he kept those thoughts to himself. He felt like a pervert.

"Right. Food cravings," he said dumbly. He blinked and looked back up at her face, but she wasn't looking at him. For a moment, he thought that he'd freaked her out. Surely no one stared at a pregnant person like he was doing, at least not someone sane. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, eyes slightly widened. Then she shook her head. "You don't have to apologize. I get looks all the time... kind of the reason I'm not actually going to school."

"People shouldn't judge you just because you're pregnant," he told her. He gave an indifferent shrug. "I mean, I don't care that you're pregnant."

It was her turn to give a weird look. "So why are you staring?"

He blushed and looked down, chewing on his lip. He'd gotten himself into his jam and he knew there was no way out of it. He didn't have to answer, but that would look bad. However, if he told the truth, she'd probably think he was a pervert. His win-win situation was starting to look like a lose-lose.

"Well, I think you look really nice," he told her, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this one. It was better to be honest, after all, right?

"I look nice?" she asked in disbelief. She was still looking at him weird. "I'm carrying a few extra pounds and I look nice?"

"I mean," he got choked up, unsure of what to say. Then the words started tumbling out. "Yeah, I think you look pretty. Beautiful, actually. I know that's probably wildly inappropriate for me to say and you can totally go tell your boyfriend about it, I'll understand if he wants to kick my ass."

She grew shy again, looking down. She put her bowl down and held her belly, rubbing it soothingly as she sighed. "I don't have a boyfriend anymore, so... no need to worry."

Demetri stared at her, mouth falling open a bit. His chest felt crushed as he realized what she was saying. He blinked, processed the information, then reached out to her and gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," she said, a little sniffly. "You couldn't have known."

He nodded and continued to comfort her, meanwhile lost in his own thoughts. Part of him didn't want to believe that her boyfriend had left her after knocking her up, but as she sniffled and wiped rogue tears off her cheeks, he knew that was what happened. It made him mad because she didn't deserve that, her baby certainly didn't deserve that.

"Hey, it'll be okay," he assured her, pulling his chair closer to hers. While he wasn't exactly the best at the whole comforting people thing, something about it was a lot easier with her. He wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm, shushing her kindly. "You're gonna be okay."

"I just- I thought we were in love," she admitted to him. "But I guess you don't really know someone until you show them a positive pregnancy test. Then it's a lot of slut shaming and denying the baby altogether, as if we'd never had sex at all."

He frowned and pulled her close, letting her lean against him and cry into his shirt. There weren't many tears, her attempt to stay strong and not cry in front of him, but he didn't mind. She'd been hurt and as far as he was concerned, she deserved to let herself cry about it. If anything, it was obvious she hadn't gotten to do that.

"Well, for the record, I think that's stupid. If it were me, I'd make sure everyone and there mom knew I'd had sex with a pretty girl like you." It was an absolutely stupid thing to say, it probably didn't sound right, but he didn't care. It made her laugh, a small snorting sort of laugh, and he smiled at her.

"Well, thanks for that, I guess," she giggled, wiping her eyes. She looked up at him, smiling sadly. "I could have probably picked a better guy to date, though, and I might not be in this situation now." She rubbed her belly sweetly and looked down at it. "Though I don't know, I'm excited about it regardless."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath and smiled a little brighter. "I just found out I'm having a little boy, which is exciting. I mean, that should be fun, right?"

He chuckled with a shrug. He didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "I think my mom enjoyed it, so maybe?"

They laughed and Demetri felt good that he was able to turn her tears into a smile. Even though he wasn't going through it, he knew there were going to be ups and downs. She shouldn't be sad to be having the baby. It should be joyous, especially when she was so excited about it.

The rest of the afternoon was not filled with school work. Not even close. Instead, Demetri and Reader spent it talking about the baby and themselves, getting to know each other since they were going to be spending a lot more time together. Then they settled down to watch "only the best" Disney movies so that Reader knew which ones to show her baby boy first. It was a win-win for everyone.

[sophieswundergarten]

New Idea:

You know how Miss Perumal makes a point of Reynie wearing matching socks? What if, as a joke, she starts gifting him purposefully mismatched socks? What if that became a little tradition of theirs?

Whenever there's a gift-giving occasion like a holiday, an important/exciting event, or maybe just because, she'll give him purposefully non-matching socks. The boy doesn't even own any matching socks anymore. The white ones he wears when they have to dress nice have very different patterns below the shoe line.

However, the other kids see this, and get quite confused. It's an inside joke, so Reynie and Miss Perumal don't explain it, because they don't think about it. Everyone else just watches it happen the first couple of times, and by then most of the adults have shrugged it off as simply a Thing those two do. But not the kids.

Kate, Sticky, and Constance take it upon themselves to figure out what the socks mean (In the most complicated way possible). So, after a lot of theorizing and observing of Reynie's clothing (He wears pretty average stuff, aside from his collection of sweater vests), they conclude that he must like strangely patterned things. (No, they can't ask him directly. That ruins the point of the whole mission)

It starts with Kate giving him a truly hideous tie (Because it was the most unique looking one she could find). Reynie accepts it with puzzled gratitude (He hardly ever wears ties), and moves on, expecting it to be a one-time thing. But it's not. The next holiday that rolls around, Sticky gives him a scarf (He's been practicing knitting with Number Two) that has so many patterns on it it's twice as long as it needs to be. The last straw is when Constance gleefully hands him a box with one red and blue sneaker and one purple rain boot. (She took things a bit too far, according to Sticky and Kate, but could not be dissuaded)

After he confronts his friends about the increasingly strange and worrying trend, Kate and Sticky sheepishly confess their plan and subsequent wildly inaccurate guesses. Reynie, being the good-natured kid he is, bursts out laughing at this. He explains the significance of the joke, and tells them that, in the future, they are welcome to just ask.

Once they've processed this, the other three laugh as well (Or, at least, Sticky and Kate laugh. Constance just looks smug that she was able to slip the shoes in before the truth was found out). Thus begins the tradition among the Mysterious Benedict Society to keep a running list of gift ideas. They have a notebook (Kept in Kate's desk, as she's the least likely to misplace it with how neat she keeps everything) that whenever one of them finds a new interest, or hears about a certain book/article of clothing/product they like, they'll write it down. This way they are all able to look at it if they need help choosing a good gift, but it still allows the present to be somewhat of a surprise.

(As time goes on, they use it less and less, because they are better able to predict each other's preferences, but there were at least a few times in the beginning that it saved one or the other members from being stalked through the air vents for a week while Kate practiced her spy skills in order to choose a gift)

[talentforlying]

❝ it’s okay, it's okay, it’s me. it’s me, john. hey, i need you to look at me, i need you to listen to me. stay down. do not let them see you, i'll get us out of this just — stay down. ❞

THE HOUSE LIKES HIM. he's worked to cultivate a relationship there, spoken to it kindly, offered it protections whether it needed them or not. sometimes he thinks both it and lilly see him the same way: an amusing pet, or just a fool worth keeping around for entertainment value. it's not a bad way to be for someone. in fact, it's rather nice to know he can wander through any hall of his choosing and not be chewed up at the end of it.

the house likes him, until it doesn't. or until something has gotten INSIDE.

this part of it is familiar, at least — the running. lungs burning, legs aching, brain screaming for oxygen it's not getting, for the signals needed to draw it back to earth. there's a version of him panting, gasping, stumbling down halls and only finding sharper corners to turn, but that's not REALLY him, is it? the him that's thinking? it's a sock puppet designed to take anything you dish out at it; a hollowed-out tortoise shell set spinning on its axis, with him rattling around inside of it. if he lets it run until the batteries die, he can get somewhere else, somewhere safer than where he is now, and if he locks his hand just so and really tries, maybe he can take someone with him. protect them. get astra out of here.

( no, nonono, wrong star. that's the wrong star. within the same constellation, though, the web of people that he cares about — he's trying to FIND HER, but he doesn't know her name. the version of him running can't remember. )

a chisel of light pierces through the scoots of his protective carapace, leaves his running self flinching and blinking in the grip of someone stronger than he is, someone more together: all her signals running loud and clear. silent-movie-moving-mouth broadcasting safe, broadcasting relief.

absence expands into a single point of clarity where his hand — locked just so, you can't part us now, we've been to hell and back — fits around her elbow, trying to keep her with him as she's steering the version of him he can't reach into a sheltered corner, the knobs of his spine sinking into the wall that must not be ENTIRELY SOLID anymore if it can't hold him up, if he's sliding down and into it like a putty person in a putty sea. there's something happening in his sock puppet chest, stretching the threads of him thin and wide trying to contain whatever's straining loose, whatever's popping these bubbles of ink that spill across the gossamer surface of his sight.

' you need to stay with me. LILLY. ' there's the name he needed, fumbled and fractured off his asynchronous tongue; this is a shitty puppet show, if they can't make the words match the motions, and he's clawing his way up to the front of the audience, dragging her down with both hands to try to get it to STOP. ' don't go back in there, they'll burn it anyway if it doesn't work, we just have to stay here. don't leave. don't leave me. '

@asteritm / LAST OF US STARTERS ( always accepting )

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Mabel's Marvelous Sexventures! CYOA Part 2

The following story is pornographic in nature. All characters depicted are over 18. This story is for adults only.

19, Mabel was 19. An adult who does an adult thing. Like mix too much rum into her Mabel Juice. Even being in college, Mabel and Dipper made a promise to make their way to Gravity Falls each summer. They even still shared that old attic in the Mystery Shack. Of course sharing a room as adults did have awkward moments.

As Dipper laid in his own bed across the room, his penis stood fully erect. And what a penis!! After spending two years in college, Mabel had seen quite a bit of erect penises, but none were as big as her bro’s. And with how his sheets were spread out, Dipper was fully exposed to his sister. Not that Mabel herself was no slouch herself. Her boobs were roughly the size of her own head. Mabel knew she had to handle this delicately.

"Dipper wake up, I can see your ding dong!"

He shot up. "Wha?" He looked down at his crotch. "Aaah." He shoved himself back into his boxers while he blushed.

"I'll let you take the first shower since you need more."

Dipper left the room grumbling. Mabel wondered if she might have had to do with Dipper’s boner. Her sleepwear consisted of an old tee shirt that doesn't fit anymore, showing off her boobies. And an old pair of panties. She wasn't exactly leaving much to the imagination here. But could her own brother want to fuck her?

He came back soon, towel around his waist, showing off his hot body. Years of monster hunting did wonders for his physique.

Mabel went to the bathroom and quickly stripped. Dipper left her plenty of hot water. She lathered soap on her bare breasts, washed her ass, and her other parts too. She shaved her legs and pits, leaving them nice and smooth. She did trim her mound, but only to leave the patch of brown hair manageable. After she was clean and dry, Mabel dressed in a pair of matching pink bra and panties, jeans short shots, miss matched sneakers with long socks, and a purple sleeveless blouse that showed off her cleavage nicely.

She joined Dipper in the kitchen. “Any plans today?”

“Some gnomes told me there been some strange plants in the forest. I asked around town and there was an old greenhouse around that area abandoned back in the 2000s. I was going to check it out after breakfast. Wanna come?”

“I dunno. I don’t wanna spend my day looking at plants.”

“Think about it,” Dipper told her as he left the room.

Once alone, Mabel turned her attention to her cercal. While she was eating breakfast, there was a knock at the back door. “Pacifica!” Mabel shouted as she opened the door. Paz had stopped dying her hair years ago, leaving her a dirty blonde. Her outfit consisted of a pink tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. She had a good sized bust but it paled in comparison to Mabel’s. Where Pacifica did shine was her ass. It was huge and shapely in all the right ways. It was thicc with a capital ICC. Looking at that ass helped Mabel realize she was bi. And the jeans Pacifica was wearing was doing wonders for it.

“Paz!! What can I do for ya girl?”

“I was gonna go to the mall. I was hoping we could go together.” Pacifica brushed as she brushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled.

“That sounds fun! But I might have other plans. I’ll get back to you.” The blonde nodded and left.

Mabel was running the cash register in the gift shop when a familiar face wandered in. “Wendy!”

“Dude!” The two hugged. Wendy was still tall. Even taller than Dipper. And while not bulky, her muscles definitely had some definition. Her ears and several pieces and her arms and neck had some tats. She had a thin white tank top with some blue jeans. Mabel could see a nipple piercing underneath her top. “I was going to go to the woods to do some hiking. I just wanted to say hi.” With a wave she was gone.

Hiking alone seemed like a bummer. Maybe Mabel should have gone with her? She had so many different things she could do today.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Named After Locations Masterlist

a plaque on the wall in singapore (ao3) - apeirophobia calum/ashton, harry/louis T, 5k

Summary: "What do you do?"

"Other people's boyfriends, apparently."

(In which Ashton has no fucks left to give, and Louis finds he still has a few.)

Or, Louis isn't sure if he's hitting his lowest point, but at least he's hitting something.

Bali (ao3) - Ashstars1998 michael/calum M, 4k

Summary: "Late night dip?" Michael jumped a little from the disruption of the silence.

"Yeah, the sunburn was just killing me and I thought hey? Why not a swim to relieve the pain?" Michael splashed the water around him giving Calum that toothy grin of his.

Chevy Malibu (ao3) - Lostideas calum/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Ashton’s name pops up from the top of his screen, a whatsapp message reading ‘outside’. Calum gets up, walks to his windows and peeks through the curtains. He can see Ashton’s chevy a bit further down the street, headlights turned off.

Calum carries his docs in his left hand as he sneaks out of his room.

or; Ashton picks Calum up in his car late at night sometimes. They scream into the void and love each other.

chicago thighs (ao3) - allmywill michael/ashton M, 904

Summary: Ashton loves getting gifts from fans. He usually expects notes, candy, and stuffed animals; not lacy black panties with matching garters and thigh-high socks.

Destination: Perth (ao3) - onlythevoid luke/ashton T, 34k

Summary: The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

Hotel California (ao3) - persephone_evans michael/luke G, 5k

Summary: Ashton wakes up in the most expensive hotel he's ever been in. Only problem, he can't remember how he got there or how he paid for it. But when he meets Calum and gets introduced to Michael and Luke, he doesn't care anymore.

a hotel california au that i wrote in a fit of depression

LA is not for the weak (ao3) - gardener luke/ashton M, 34k

Summary: Anybody who has ever lived in LA can second that the vibe is off. So much goes down in Los Angeles every single day that there is no way you can know everything about this city. Negative energies have the tendency to spread much quicker than positive ones, and it shows. Having lived in Los Angeles for as little as a couple of months, perhaps even less, can change you for the rest of your life. Some people recover from LA, almost as if it were a flu, but some people can never seem to snap out of it. For those of the last category, even if they are on the other side of the world, they are still in LA. Or, really, LA is still in them.

After everything that has happened in the past couple of years, Luke Hemmings is not doing okay. Los Angeles has really started to take its toll on him, and the constant pressure of being in the public eye doesn't make it any easier.

Ocean Avenue (ao3) - CliffordAffliction calum/ashton M, 20k

Summary: Cashton adventures based off of the song Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 40k

Summary: Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

With a New York State of Mind (I Wanna Take My Heart to the End of the World) (ao3) - Lxverxofmxne G, 1k

Summary: 4 strangers, same destination. One road trip, 14 hours max. — “This is going to sound really weird, but do you wanna road trip with me?”

The men stared at Luke weirdly. He shrugged before continuing.

Woke Up In Japan (ao3) - Shipalltheships (Destielshipper100) luke/ashton, calum/michael, shawn/everyone M, 2k

Summary: Shawn calls Ashton asking if he and the rest of the band would want to hang out. The four men put a mischievous plan into place.

Woke Up in Japan (ao3) - hollyster luke/ashton E, 4k

Summary: in which Ashton and Luke go on a picnic date and end up having sex in the shower

[daddy-suguru]

omg I feel like I need to earn my place on your masterlist now so here we go. SoftDom!Itachi who loves nothing better than when you ride his face and none of that hovering shit either. It doesn't matter how much you weigh, he wants to suffocate between your thighs please. Absolutely pussy drunk for you, lapping at the sweet wetness until you're shaking all over and can barely hold yourself up. Then he flips you on your back and settles himself on his stomach "not done with you yet angel"

I'm always eager for soft!dom!itachi no matter the hour or day. So thank you and lovely you've already done enough to earn your place. Which is why you have your own section, because this mouth watering series of confessions/thoughts about soft!dom!itach you have going on is immaculate! So don't feel any pressure!

Warning this holds my biases towards thigh high socks but since you said thighs....Itachi would have a thing for thigh high socks with matching panties. It would go like;

Your thighs fixate Itachi, spilling out the top of your thigh high socks. And the question on the tip of his tongue is gone. He could push back the date a few hours. Surely you wouldn't mind.

Itachi compliments you, "You look so breathtakingly beautiful, darling." As he walks up to you and grabs your hips. "Do you want to, maybe wait a little longer, go for dinner instead of lunch?" Before he kisses on your neck.

You would laugh, but a moan slips out as you tilt your head to the side to let him kiss you better. As you manager to string together, "Itachi, I'm only in my panties and socks. What do you mean?"

"You look almost too good to eat. How am I supposed to help myself when you standing over here in your thighs and pussy in those panties looking so mouthwatering? And I want to make our lunch date a dinner date."

I could see Itachi kissing your neck as a sign that he is horny. And he lays the compliments on thickly. As his compliments turn into Itachi, praising you. Since he knows his praise, and kissing up your neck with his hands wondering up and down your body. It always starts getting you into the mood. It's Itachi, so hard to resist and he knows it. That his soft voice telling you to sit on his face makes is so hard to think about doing anything else but.

Itachi would get you to ride his face till you're crying. Every time you say that you can't cum anymore, Itachi with soft sweet words makes you want to keep going for him.

Your squirting would take Itachi by surprise. But he is so proud of himself after checking your ok, and telling you not to worry about the bedsheets. Since Itachi hasn't finished playing with you yet.

m.list

[madewithspice]

AOT Characters And How They Act When You’re Sad

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Artlet, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith.

Eren Yeager

At first Eren doesn’t realise but when he does he’s hesitant to go to you in case he makes it all worse. After a few nudges from Armin he’ll sit with you and tell you how he’s here if you want to rant about anything and everything. When you finally give in and tell him how it all was getting too much he listens somewhat patiently (he definitely butts him with his own thoughts and occasional insults). He’d tell you to nap on his shoulder for a bit to relax.

Armin Artlet

Armin notices straight away from the moment he sees you. Instead of talking about it with you he’d just try to cheer you up anyway he can. A horse ride to get away from everyone followed by him reading to you. He’d find some way to snake his arms around you and just hold you close. Lots of forehead kisses involved. He won’t let you go until he sees you smile at least once.

Mikasa Ackerman

Just like the blond she knows straight away. She will smother you in hugs until you either cheer up or tell her what’s wrong so she can go and fix it. God help anyone who upset you. She’ll get angry as you tell her what happened but when she sees the tears in your eyes, she softens right up and is hell bent on never seeing you cry ever again. She’s the type to continuously ask if you’re okay no matter how many times you say you’re fine.

Sasha Braus

She’s clueless until she notices you’re not eating at all. She originally looked at your food so she could ask for the leftovers but when she seen that not one bite was gone she knows. She doesn’t know how to approach you about it so she just begs you to eat a bit which shocks everyone. I mean the Sasha Braus begging someone else to eat but really she cares and she just doesn’t know how to say it. So instead you get constant glances and food hidden for you in random places like your pillow or in your socks.

Jean Kristein

Jean knows when he cracks a flirty joke and you don't clapback with a witty comeback instead you just weakly smile. As soon as he knows be prepared to be followed everywhere and his hands just constantly trying to hold yours or hold on to you in anyway possible. He'll be patient with you at first but in the end he decides to annoy you into being happy again. Somehow makes it about him not getting cuddles but not in an obnoxious way, more like a toddler who wants attention.

Connie Springer

He's probably more clueless than his twin. Scratch that he is 100% more clueless. He'll have no idea you're sad unless you burst into tears in front of him. Even though he doesn't realise he'd cheer you up without any effort. Just being himself with his corny jokes and his dumb pranks is enough to make you beam again. You won't even realise you're not sad anymore until you're catching your breath after laughing madly, your eyes locked with his.

Levi Ackerman

He knows when you don't come by for the daily afternoon tea break you both have. When he finally finds you sitting under neath a tree just staring blankly he knows exactly how you feel. Would just sit with you in silence, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your hand. After a while would whisper to you to come home, placing a kiss on your temple. Puts his cape around you as you walk. Respects your choice to tell him what's wrong or not. He won't ever push you.

Hange Zoe

The only person to match Connie's clueless-ness. Hange is just so distracted by everything they don't notice. Not that they don't care they do it's just when they get into a craze it's hard to get them out. They're just so touchy generally and loud, like Connie they'll cheer you up without even knowing something is wrong. Watching them talk in a frenzy about anything distracts you enough to bring back that smile of yours.

Erwin Smith

Erwin notices but he’s too busy to come and comfort you so you’re brought to him. He lets you sit in his lap while he works. He won’t make you talk about it but is willing to listen to you rant. Rests his chin on your head and holds you tightly when he takes a break. When you finally tell him his hands run over your back to calm you down. Would make sure you eat and sleep properly. He’d leave small notes for you, constantly checking up on you to see if you’re feeling better.

- Kiki.

[ REQUESTS OPEN ]

[xpao-bearx]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My Second Kinktober 2021 Prompt: DADDY KINK

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Daichi Sawamura x Shoyo Hinata x Koshi Sugawara

Both Daichi and Suga haven't had a lot of time lately to spend with their boyfriend, Hinata, due to work. Hinata greatly misses their company and devises a plan to finally get back their attention...

NOTES: I saw "daddy kink" on the prompt list and IMMEDIATELY thought of Dadchi and Suga Mama 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, this oneshot is based in the future and it involves an established poly relationship between Hinata with Daichi and Suga! Just please keep in mind that I haven't read the HQ manga, I've only seen bits and pieces of it tho I do know what careers the characters have. But I apologize if my writing seems off since I haven't read the manga! >_<

"Hi, baby! I'm gonna be working overtime again today. Some kids handed in their homework late so I'm stuck grading their papers :("

"Hey, Sho. Might come home late again, sorry. This case assigned to me is a lot tougher than I thought. Love you ❤"

Hinata huffed as he read both of the texts his boyfriends sent to him (funnily enough, he received each text at the same time).

Of course, he completely understood Daichi and Suga being busy. Work is work, and he had a lot of respect for his former upperclassmen taking their jobs seriously. But even he, who was now a pro volleyball player, had some time to spare. So why doesn't Daichi and Suga have any for him?

He despised himself for being this way. He's being selfish, he knew, but it's been a depressing couple of weeks now and both of his lovers STILL didn't have the time of day for him. Therefore, can anyone really blame him for being so needy?

Hinata pouted, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He was currently sitting on the couch, an intense volleyball match playing on the TV that featured Oikawa's Argentinian team though even that wasn't enough to cheer him up.

He was wearing one of Daichi's oversized t-shirts and a pair of Suga's fuzzy socks. Recently, this has been his go-to comfort attire. It made him feel so warm and close to his partners when they weren't around and he absolutely loved how their clothes' scent got on his skin. Their scent.

As he continued to watch absently, he then perked up when an idea suddenly popped up in his head. A brilliant, thrilling idea that made Hinata gulp and his stomach twist into knots.

Was he really up for it?

But one whiff of Daichi's cologne from his shirt and his feet all wrapped up in the coziness of Suga's socks were enough to spur Hinata on, as if Daichi and Suga were invisibly encouraging him.

He just knew they'd love this little idea of his. So, without wasting another precious moment, he jumped up off of the couch and made a beeline towards their shared bedroom.

{•••♡•••}

Suga sighed as he trudged his way up the stairs to his, Daichi, and Hinata's apartment complex.

He enjoyed his job and teaching his students, but he was hyper aware that he hasn't had much time lately to be with Hinata. He knew Hinata was more than capable of taking care of himself, but Suga also noticed the way Hinata would droop disappointedly anytime Suga would say he was busy again or whenever Hinata wouldn't even bother replying anymore to his texts when Suga would have to clock in some extra hours. Hinata didn't mean anything bad by it, of course, but it made Suga feel like such a shitty boyfriend. It was even worse that Hinata endured it all ever so patiently, never saying what's really on his mind or what he wanted in fear of burdening him and Daichi.

Speaking of Daichi, Suga perked up once he saw Daichi already in front of their apartment unit. Daichi was just about to unlock the door before Suga greeted him.

"Hey! You're home pretty early today." Suga grinned, seeing that Daichi has a plastic bag with him. "Whatcha have there?"

Daichi grinned back at Suga, holding up the bag. "Meatbuns. Figured Sho would appreciate 'em. And yeah, I thought I'd be late again today, but I actually managed to wrap up the case without any more issues."

"Great! Then that means you can unwind for a bit, right?"

"I believe so. I also think I did pretty well on this case, so the captain will probably grant me some PTO." Daichi chuckled, sliding his key into the knob.

He really wished he would be given permission to get some rest. His profession as part of the Miyagi prefecture's police force was exhausting and, at times, vexing. But he worked particularly hard on this new case. Firstly because it was unlike any of the past cases he's had before, so he wanted to prove his worth. And secondly, he wanted to finish up as soon as possible so that he can go back to being in Hinata's loving embrace.

Which sounded so sappy, he knew, but he missed the little tangerine. This time apart made Daichi realize just how much of a helpless sucker he was for Hinata. And sometimes, when he was really missing the redhead, he'd do some rather scandalous things in his office before going home all while thinking about Hinata...

But Daichi snapped back to reality when the door clicked open, stepping into their home with Suga following suit. "Shoyo, we're home!" Suga called out, both he and Daichi taking their shoes off at the entrance and neatly placing them away.

"Sho?" Daichi raised a brow when there was no response. Hinata was like a puppy, always bounding up excitedly to them without fail and spoiling them both with adorable hugs and kisses. And it wasn't even that late yet, but was he already asleep?

Daichi and Suga stepped further inside, seeing that the TV in the living room was on. Suga grabbed the remote, turning it off. Without the hum of the TV, their home was only occupied by a deafening silence.

But that was only short lived, for soon there was a loud "AH!" that came from their bedroom.

"SHOYO!" Daichi and Suga shouted in unison, dashing to their room. Their blood ran cold. Shit, what happened? Was Hinata okay?!

They both slammed the door open, but the sight that was revealed to them was definitely NOT what they expected.

Hinata was laying on the bed, wearing only Daichi's shirt and Suga's socks. His left wrist was in one of Daichi's handcuffs from work, Hinata having cuffed himself to the bedframe while his right hand held a dildo and was rapidly thrusting it in and out of his asshole. A mini vibrator was also attached to his twitching cock, spurts of cum leaking out from his tip and dripping down his shaft.

"A-AH..! K-Koshi?" Hinata perked up, lifting his head to peek. His lips quirked up into a bright smile, his face flushed scarlet and beautiful brown eyes gone nearly black with lust. "And Daichi! Y-You're home early!"

"Shoyo, wha..?" Both men were at a loss for words, eyes as wide as volleyballs as they stared totally speechless at the unbelievable--and fucking hot--scene before them. It was like something straight out of a porno, and their naughty little redhead was the star of the show.

"I-I missed you guys...so m-much." Hinata panted, not ceasing his hand's erratic movements with the dildo. A moan slipped pass his lips, throwing his head back. "I-I've been...fucking myself l-like this for a w-while now thinking that it's y-you two!"

It was Daichi who broke out of the tantalizing spell first, dropping the plastic bag to the floor and making his way over to the side of the bed in big steps. He hastily ripped off the vibrator from Hinata's cock, making Hinata whine before he gasped sharply when Daichi's huge hand wrapped around his length.

"Fuck, Sho..." Daichi breathed, slowly stroking Hinata's cock and spreading his cum all over. "You did all this for us? God, baby, I feel like shit for leaving you alone. But this makes it all fucking worth it."

Hinata whimpered, turning his head to look at Daichi. "Y-You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy~"

Daichi froze, and if his eyes were already wide then now they threatened to pop right out of his sockets. Suga chuckled, tone low with a hint of amusement. He walked over to the other side of the bed, plopping down next to Hinata.

"Sho, baby, I think you killed Daichi." He continued to chuckle, hazel brown eyes gleaming. He then reached forward, stilling Hinata's hand with the dildo. "You won't need this anymore, baby, you have us now. Indulge us, though... What did you call dear ol' Daichi?"

"D...Daddy."

Daichi groaned, the front of his pants pitching a tent. Suga smirked, caressing Hinata's cheek tenderly though the expression on his face clearly had other wicked intentions. "Am I your daddy, too, Shoyo?"

"Yes!" Hinata replied without skipping a beat, nodding his head eagerly. "I missed you, Daddy! Do you have time for me now?"

Despite this insanely erotic situation, both Daichi and Suga's hearts melted. Have they really been neglecting their beloved shortie for THAT long?

"Yes, baby. I promise I'll be stricter with the deadlines for my students' homework so I won't have to stay after school anymore." Suga swooped in, capturing Hinata's mouth with his.

"And I'll hand in a request for some PTO, then we can spend more time together. Maybe all of us can even go on a short vacation." Daichi added, holding Hinata's right hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it before cuffing it to the bedframe as well. "Now just relax, baby. Your daddies will do the rest for you."

With both of his hands now bound, Hinata felt powerless. But he wasn't scared, knowing that he's in good hands--literally. As Suga kissed him, so slow and sensual as his tongue lazily danced with Hinata's, one of Suga's hands trailed down and pinched Hinata's nipple through his (or rather Daichi's) shirt. Hinata moaned against Suga's mouth, Daichi positioning himself so that he was on the bed in between Hinata's legs.

"Mhm... You look so gorgeous like this, baby. Such a cute little slut, opening your legs up just for us~" Daichi smirked wolfishly, crouching down. Hinata had no chance to reply when Daichi's warm tongue made contact with the base of Hinata's cock, taking his sweet time as he licked his shaft all the way to the top.

"D-Daddy..!" Hinata gasped, pulling away from Suga and watching with glossy eyes at the sinfully wonderful ministrations Daichi was doing. "M-More... Please? I want more!"

"I think you better give him what he wants, Daichi." Suga laughed, running his fingers through Hinata's fluffy orange hair. "He's been a good boy, after all."

"I have!" Hinata nodded enthusiastically, looking up at Suga. "And... G-Good boys get to have a cock in their mouth, too, right?"

Suga's pale cheeks reddened, grinning. "Dammit, Shoyo, do you know just how dangerous you are?" But Hinata didn't have to say any more, for in a split second both Daichi and Suga's clothes were flying everywhere and carelessly tossed around the room before leaving them as naked as the day they were born.

Daichi crouched down in front of Hinata's crotch again while Suga's cock poked against Hinata's lips. "Open up, slut." Suga growled authoritatively, Hinata more than happily obeying. Suga's breath hitched as he felt the familiar pleasurable heat of Hinata's mouth engulf him, making him throw his head back.

"Having fun there, Suga?" Daichi chuckled. "Well, as for me, I haven't eaten yet though this looks like such a delicious dinner~" He grinned, wrapping his mouth around Hinata's tip before easily taking in the whole of Hinata's member. Hinata wasn't that big (at least not as big as him and Suga), but his size was just right. In fact, Daichi really loved the size difference between them.

"Mmph..!" Hinata's groan was muffled by Suga's cock, his hips jerking up. But that was instantly stopped by Daichi, his strong hands pinning down Hinata's waist.

"No, Shoyo. Stay. Fucking. Still." He commanded as he pulled off Hinata's cock with a lewd pop, dark eyes narrowing up at Hinata. "Good boys do as they're fucking told unless you wanna be punished by Daddy."

Hinata, still completely stuffed by Suga, merely nodded. And without another word, Daichi glomped down on Hinata's cock again.

Meanwhile, Suga gripped onto Hinata's hair as he ever so carefully inched deeper and deeper into Hinata's mouth. With the way Daichi was beginning to bob his head now on his cock and Suga filling him, the sensations were all so damn overwhelming that it was bringing Hinata to tears. Noticing this, Suga (always so kind) gently wiped away his tears.

"You're doing so well, baby." Suga cooed, grunting as he felt his cock hit the back of Hinata's throat. "Shiiit, yeah, that's it... Breathe, Sho. Fuck, take Daddy even deeper."

And Hinata did. As much as he could, he relaxed his throat and opened himself up for his boyfriend. Suga's breath stuttered, watching with intent rapture as Hinata stared right back at him with eyes full of desire and face practically glowing crimson.

Daichi started to go even faster, bopping his head rhythmically and the salty taste of Hinata's excess cum fucking addicting. Shit, everything about Hinata was addicting. And Daichi was especially fired up after being deprived for too damn long, having only held Hinata in his perverted fantasies while jerking off after work all by his lonesome in his office.

Hinata's wanton moans reverberated throughout Suga's cock, making Suga's grip on Hinata's hair tighten as his own moans escaped him. The last of his patience wearing thin, Suga couldn't take it anymore as he began to fuck into Hinata's mouth.

Hinata's eyes shot wide, his pupils dilating as he nearly choked as Suga rammed into his poor little throat. His tongue twitched as he could feel tiny droplets of Suga's precum hitting it, making him ecstatic for Suga to blow his load. It has been way too fucking long.

Daichi could feel Hinata's cock throb, and he knew it wouldn't be far off for him to reach his release. Daichi abruptly pulled away, making Hinata whine around Suga's cock.

"Nuh-uh. You're not cumming until we allow you to, Shoyo." Daichi growled, his assertive voice sending a shiver down Hinata's spine. Even after all these years, Daichi hasn't lost his spark as a goddamn sexy leader.

Daichi then grasped his own erection, rubbing it teasingly against Hinata's anus. The sudden action made Hinata break away from Suga's cock, the handcuffs jangling slightly as Hinata squirmed.

"Oh, please..!" He pleaded desperately. "Daddy, please! Fuck me, I'll be a good boy! Please, I promise!"

A laugh bubbled out of Daichi, deep yet thundering. "Oh, baby, how can I ever deny you? You pretty fucking cockslut~"

Daichi spit on his cock, lubricating himself. But after a few moments, without any warning, he shoved himself into Hinata's yearning hole.

Hinata's back arched, and he almost came right then and there. He swore he could see stars, but was quickly brought back to the present as Suga grabbed his chin and tugged his head towards him.

"You haven't forgotten about me, have you?" Suga chuckled, his fingers mindlessly playing with Hinata's swollen lips and dipping them into his mouth.

"O-Of course not, Daddy." Hinata moaned, sucking on Suga's fingers and shaking his head. "Please fuck my mouth again, I need you!"

Suga grinned. He then swung one leg over Hinata, hovering above the redhead. "As you wish~" He hummed, prying open Hinata's mouth as wide as possible and plunging his entire cock into him once again.

"Careful you don't break him, Suga." Daichi chuckled huskily, quickening his pace. He also grabbed Hinata's cock, pumping him in time to his fast yet steady thrusts.

"Of course not, Daichi. We can't live without our slutty little fucktoy, after all~" Suga winked down at Hinata, before suddenly wrapping a hand around Hinata's neck. He squeezed--ever so lightly--but just enough to make Hinata's eyes roll to the back of his head at the brief loss of air.

Daichi was pounding away like a madman now, animalistic groans and grunts rattling his body. Hinata let out a particularly loud moan around Suga's cock when he hit a certain sweet spot, and Daichi took note as he roughly prodded into it over and over again.

Hinata wrapped his legs around Daichi's waist, pulling him in even closer before he began to bob his head up and down on Suga's cock and some drool dribbling down the side of his mouth. Suga smirked, letting Hinata do all the work and squeezing Hinata's neck a bit harder this time.

Hinata knew he wasn't going to last long. He needed to wait for their permission to cum, but he just couldn't take it anymore. He started to grind himself against Daichi, making the bigger man gasp. And that one little delectable sound from his boyfriend was enough to make Hinata tense up, eyes shutting tightly and body shaking as he came.

Although Daichi tried to control himself, he was completely milked by Hinata as his walls clenched like a goddamn vice around him. Suga couldn't restrain himself either, seeing Hinata cum enough to bring him to the peak of his orgasm. Both men let out cries of pure ecstasy, Daichi pushing balls deep into Hinata's asshole as he came and Suga's sperm shooting straight down Hinata's throat.

It took a good minute for the trio to calm themselves, slowly coming down from their high. Sweat was beading down their bodies, a pleasurable fog settling in all of their minds.

They were all breathing raggedly, but Hinata was the first to speak up.

"S-Sorry I came without your permission, Daddies..." He panted, the inside of his mouth thoroughly stained by Suga's semen and eyes glazed over. "You can punish me~"

Suga glanced over his shoulder, seeing Daichi's cock already standing proudly again from Hinata's words. Suga looked back down at Hinata, a smile reaching all the way up to Suga's ears.

"Fuck, Shoyo... We fucking missed you."