#he's just a guy who likes making pillow forts leave him alone!

[snaggletoothedbastard]

I was going to make a long and really specific post about this but I actually can't be bothered so I'm just going to say: some of you should probably think about how much you are criticising autistic characters in comparison to allistic characters. Because it's all well and good saying Abed Nadir was annoying sometimes but if you don't have the same sentiment for the other characters in Community, all of whom can be profoundly irritating at one point or another, then we might have a bit of a problem.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

waking up in his bed

(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, mdni, marks, a bit of spit stuff, dry (wet?) humping, swallowing)

part before: hanging off König's shoulder

When I open my eyes up again, for just a moment, I don’t know where I am. My own confused image stairs back at me – right, the mirror on his ceiling! And I laugh to myself because it’s ridiculous. The whole concept is!

I stretch myself, yawning. Realising that I’m alone in the kingsize bed. I mean, it would be impossible to miss the big guy. I still feel his lingering touches, the way he held onto me as we fell asleep together. Reminders of the first time hooking up after the concert.

I’m somebody who normally can’t sleep in a tight embrace, but he was pratically latching onto me both times. Subconsciously in his sleep. Holding onto me, softly still. If it were possible for him to wrap himself around me completely, I bet he would’ve done it. His big arm resting over my torso, the forearm securely between my breasts, his hand on the side of my face. One of his legs strewn over one of mine. Almost like a human weighted blankie. And I still slept soundly.

I yawn and stretch again, until I notice a little piece of paper stuck to my arm. I peel it off and look at it.

That explains where he went off to, but it also makes him out be a liar, because I don’t believe I look anywhere near cute in the morning. Drooling into the soft pillow underneath my head. My hair standing off to the side. Probably snoring as well.

And I have to laugh as I see the little doodle in the right corner. Honestly, it’s a relief to see – considering the man’s many talents – that he isn’t good at everything. Drawing doesn’t seem to be his forte. But at the same time, this was painfully cute. The note, the doodle, everything. I giggle to myself and finally pull back the covers.

I assess the ‘damage’ while I get up: Booty hurts a little bit, probably from getting fucked into the hard wood surface of the bar. The muscles in my legs are a little tense, my shoulders and neck feel a bit stiff, and my pussy is a little bit sore (and deeply satisfied). The hickeys and the faint bitemark on my inner thighs bring a little smile to my face. It couldn’t have been clearer if he had written ‘König was here’ in waterproof sharpie on them.

I put on my shirt, still not daring to take one of his because of how it might look, and curse myself because I didn’t pack more clothes. It’s not terribly stinky or stained, but it definitely looked better yesterday. I quickly brush my teeth, my eyes darting to the shower, remnants of last night in the forefront of my mind before I go on a search for my panties.

I find them on the floor in the bar, the memories of yesterday flooding me, the forgotten cocktail still on the bar. He had to make another one, because the icecubes had already melted and the gin was warm.

I leave the cellar going up the stairs until I stand in the living room again, looking at the books I set aside yesterday.

There is another crystal tumbler on the end table, this one empty. Just one because we shared it.

The glass moving from my hand to his and back, while we were listening to music, talking. Cuddling on the couch. My legs splayed over his thighs, barely reaching all the way to the other side. His arm around my waist, his thumb painting little circles over my hip. My fingers tangled in his hair and digging into the scalp, massaging gently until he was humming quietly.

His mouth placed on the glass where mine was, just a moment before, taking another sip.

Lingering kisses, slow and sweet, turning into little sips of the drink being passed between us. Tasting him and the gin at the same time. A heady combination.

I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier the later it got, until I yawned and almost fell asleep in his arms, then he finally got me to agree that we should head to bed.

I hear the front door open, the sound ripping me from my memories. I turn around, skipping in that direction.

König is standing in the hallway, taking off his shoes, a grocery bag in his hands. In his usual leatherjacket, shirt and… sweatpants? Casual black sweatpants. Yeah no, I totally feel normal about them. I can’t help but ogle him, because he looks like a wet dream, even in the most mundane outfits.

He sees me, his face lighting up in a grin. “No pants again, huh?”, he comments, his eyes dropping down my body.

I blush. “Uh, I can put some on, if it bothers you.”

He laughs. “Doncha dare hide that cute ass of yours.” He comes closer and leans down, dropping a kiss onto my mouth and his hand to my ass. Patting it twice, quickly and playful. “I almost didn't want to leave bed this morning...”, he whispers against my lips and deepens the kiss, for just a moment.

“I got your note.”, I say as we tumble into the kitchen.

He puts the shopping bag down on the counter. “Yeah, went to the supermarket. And I also got us some croissants from the bakery.”

“The little shop at the corner to Main Street?”, I ask.

“Yes.”, he smiles.

“Hell yeah, I love their croissants, they're the best.”, I exclaim.

“Baked goods, the only thing the french are good at.”, he comments pointedly.

“Oh man, you and the french.”, I laugh as I hop onto the kitchen counter beside the coffee maker. Watching him unpack the groceries and getting said baked goods.

He pulls one croissant out of the brown paper bag and hands it to me unceremoniously. I grab it and take a bite, the flakey dough bursting as my teeth cut through it. The little sigh that drops from my lips sounds a little too enamored, a little too enthused for just eating a croissant. He looks at me, his jaw dropping just a bit.

“What?”, I ask, still munching on the pastry dough.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head mumbling something that sounds a bit like "never thought I'd be jealous of a fucking croissant".

That makes me laugh. "Thanks for getting them, but you didn't need to get up early for that."

He shrugs. "I'm an early bird anyway out of habit, and I had to go out and buy some milk, because I forgot about that.", he explains, pulling said milk out of the grocery bag.

I look at him, a little confused.

"I drink my coffee black, so I never have any milk at home.", he adds, as if that was a given.

A grin stalks on my face. “Of course you do.”, I say pointedly.

“Now, what's that supposed to mean?”, he asks.

I tilt my head and pull my brows up, all like 'are you being serious?'. “Let's just say that I would have been way more surprised if the over 40-year-old metalhead, who has a car that looks like it's from the nineties, who still collects vinyls and CDs, who would rather drink his gin neat and who's biggest kitchen appliance is a barista coffee machine with all the knick-knacks – if he drank a latte in the morning.”

He laughs, the hearty sound making me all giddy. “Tell me how you really feel.”, he says, his eyes sparkling at me, while jokingly clasping one hand over his heart.

“Sorry.”, I say, grinning at him.

He waves it off. “Don’t be, I deserved that.” He gets some coffee beans ready, putting them through the grinder and then fitting the portafilter into the barista machine.

While the coffee drips down into the cup, he comes closer standing right in between my knees. “But, how about you, missy? Do you like a latte in the morning?” The little quirk of the corner of his mouth is telling me that this isn’t just some question about my coffee preferences. It’s one of his telltale signs.

“I do, but I feel like I'm missing the joke here.”, I say, looking up at him. Sitting on the counter, he still towers over me, more than a head taller than me.

He chuckles. “Well, ‘Latte’ is also another word for boner in German, so...” He sees the grimace I'm making and laughs some more, and I join in, while shaking my head. He steps away and repeats the process, getting another coffee ready.

"I'm starting to think that your language only has dirty innuendos and curses.", I remark, jokingly.

He grins. "That just might be my vocabulary." He pours some milk into a metal jug and froths it, adding the froth to the mug after the coffee is ready. Wincing at the shitload of milk he put in. "Here, a latte for the lady.", he says, while handing me the mug.

My eyes drop down of their own volition, as I take it from his hands. Openly staring at his crotch, where his sweatpants are clearly tented by his dick. And he comes even closer with the way I'm looking at him.

My gaze pans up again until it lands on his face, his expression stoic, as he’s pulling an eyebrow up, like he’s awaiting what I’ll do. I take a drink, tasting the coffee on my tongue. "Thank you. For the latte." Trying to hide my grin behind the mug. "Sir.", I add, cheekily.

He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in. The look in his eyes burning into me. I still grin up at him, but I feel like I'm in danger. In danger of getting devoured like one of those flaky croissants.

"You wanna say that again with your lips around my dick? Hm?", he asks and my breath halts. Thinking about yesterday again. When I sat on his bed, gagging around his cock.

"Maybe.", I whisper. He just leans down to kiss me and I can taste the bitter coffee on his tongue, as it strokes against mine. Slow and deep.

I put the cup down to the side before my arms reach up, holding onto his shoulders, his hair falling to the front, the tips of it brushing over my skin. I push some of it back, my fingers tangle in the long strands, while I answer his kiss.

He's not breaking away, still caging me in, even though one of his hands moves to my panties. The fingers toying with the hem, easily slipping under the fabric. My legs spread even wider, I squirm into his touch and our kiss gets messier, sloppier. His thumb finds my clit, softly pressing against it, and the light touch makes me needy for more.

"Fuck, please.", I whimper into the kiss, and I can feel his lips turn up into a smile. He breaks away, keeping up the constant brushes against my clit, kissing down to my neck.

My hand tries to reach for his dick, but he catches my wrist. "Just- let me.", he murmurs, pressing his hot mouth against my pulse point. Sucking on it softly. A needy mewl escapes me when his middle finger slips into me. Just one digit, not quite enough to fill me up, even with his big fingers.

Soft teasing touches, enough to get me worked up, but not enough to get me anywhere near finishing. And he knows what he's doing.

König pulls back, his lids hooded, his gaze intently on me, which makes me acutely aware of the expression on my own face, the O shape of my mouth. His finger is still moving inside me, the brushes against the most sensitive spot make me squirm.

I teether on the edge of an orgasm, until he pushes another one inside me, filling me up. His fingers move fast now, against my fluttering walls. Coaxing the release out of me and I come, pulsing around them. Leaving me wet and needy for more touches.

He pulls the panties over my pussy again, the fabric soaking up my juices in an instant. His hand clasps over it, softly massaging over it, until they soaked wet with my own juices.

König simply pushes his sweatpants down, pulling out his cock, letting it rest against my clothed pussy. Then he spits and a dollop of saliva drops onto my panties. The sound alone makes me whimper, while I lean back until my shoulderblades hit the cabinets behind me.

The spit runs down, right over the tip of his dick. He drags it through it, spreading the wetness on his length, soaking my underwear even more. Slow and deliberate, taking his time. The slick just being enough, so he can flit over it.

I groan at the sight, the filthy little move making me even hotter. He pulls up one eyebrow while looking at me, the smirk on his lips infuriatingly cocky. He ruts his hips forward, his hard dick pushing against my pussy lips and clit. The friction due to the fabric in between us, against my sensitive skin, is almost too much to handle, my hands gripping his arms, nails digging into his biceps.

His hands splayed on my thighs and he looks down, my eyes following his until we're both fixed on the spot where he is rubbing himself against me. The little hickeys on the skin next to it. His thumb coasts over the bitemark on my inner thigh, a faint imprint still showing up. He lifts his hand for just a moment, pressing a kiss to his pointer and middle finger and then pressing them onto the mark.

If I wasn't so wound tight from his teasing touches, I think I would've actually awww'ed at the little gesture, him kissing the bite better. Like this, I only sigh, grinding against his dick, searching for more friction.

He slumps forward, his forehead resting against mine. "Fuck, I need to be inside you.", he grunts, his words sending a shiver down my spine. He lifts me from the countertop, my legs wrapping around him.

"What, no magic condoms appearing out of thin air this time?", I tease him, my fingers stroking over his shoulders.

“The magician is out of props for such stunts.”, he grumbles. “And there will still be enough time to fuck you on every surface in the whole house.”

He hurries upstairs to the bedroom where he sets me down on the bed and we both scramble to get off our clothes. I pull my shirt over my head and fall into the soft mattress, watching him shed his. His dick is hanging out his sweatpants, half caught in the waistband, bobbing up and down with his movements before he lets the pants fall down to the floor.

He grabs a condom out of the pack that's lying out on the nightstand, the packaging torn at the front, and puts the rubber on.

My eyes pan up from the dark fluff of his happy trail, the tummy, the upper abs and his huge pecs, dark hair peppered over them. His nipple piercing. The broad shoulders, adorned with black ink that spans down his arms as well. Trying not to look at the parts where cuts and other scars disturbed the otherwise impeccable images inked into the skin.

He looks back at me, from underneath his eyebrows, one of them quirking up, as he climbs onto the mattress, his weight pushing it down.

I yelp and giggle, as he grabs me by the hips, pulls me into him, until the swells of my ass hit his thick thighs. My legs drop to the side on their own, and he takes that as the invitation it is, his hand pulling the wet panties to the side and just slipping into me.

We both groan as he settles deep inside me, the stretch of his thickness making my head drop back and my eyes roll back.

His hand catches my chin, softly digging into it. Making me look up as he sits back on his knees and slowly starts to fuck me.

“See how fucking pretty you are?”

His eyes are on me, on my face, while I look up at the mirror, focused in on the point where we are connected. Seeing how his dick pushes into me, until he's balls deep, his tip pressing up against my cervix.

Sliding out, inch by inch, almost completely pulling out. In again. I feel the stretch as my pussy takes him in. It's a tight fit, but I'm wet and dripping from how he worked me up.

And out. The feeling of emptiness only dissipates, when his hips snap forward, filling me up quickly, and a moan drops from my lips, the shape contorted to an O.

He starts to fuck me harder, his hand coming around my throat, his fingers closing around my neck, gentler than I would have liked. Pulling me into him while he pounds into me. His hand is other still grabbing onto my panties, the fabric aching as he uses it as leverage to move me into his thrusts.

Rip.

The sound of fabric ripping cuts through the otherwise soft erotic soundscape. The drowsiness drops out of his gaze, his eyes widen in shock, as he looks down, stopping his thrusts. "Scheiße, sorry.", he curses.

I laugh a bit while I shake my head. "Don't worry, it's just clothes.", sitting up on my elbows, reaching out for him. Needing him to continue.

He lets go of them, the fabric hanging from my hips, and leans forward, pressing a deep kiss onto my mouth in apology. His hand softly strokes the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. Close, so close, his forehead resting against mine, as he rolls his hips against me.

He straightens back up, picking up his thrusts again. His arm spans over my whole body, the muscled limb covering half of me. I feel so small compared to him, the contrast so stark when I'm splayed out like this in front of him.

His hand moves down a bit and his thumb pushes against my lips. I lick it, play with it and then release it with a pop, but just a moment later two of his fingers push into my mouth again.

He sinks in deep, my lips closing around them. Two is almost too much already. I start to lick them, to suck on his fingers, hesitatingly at first, but the little sounds that drop from his lips spur me on.

He moves them in unison with the pushes of his dick into me. The combined touches making me lose my mind fast. It almost was like he was fucking me from the front and back at the same time.

I gag around him, spit coats his digits as I suck them off like I would another part of him. And I guess, he is thinking about that as well, the heat in his gaze intensifying.

The sight mirrored back to me – of his dick pounding into me, while his fingers are fucking my mouth all sloppily, pushing into the wet heat, my lips barely reaching the lettering on his knuckles, is getting me worked up.

From the way he's looking at me, his eyes fixed on my face, while I swallow him up, it's driving him crazy too. Groaning, as I take him deep.

Him, just him, fucking me. And me at his mercy. Full, so full of him. And I can't help but think about what it would be like to have him fill all of my holes. The thought alone sends a tingle of filthy desire down my spine and I hum around him.

"Fuck, look at you, taking me so well.", he drawls. His words, the soft growl in them, wash over me and I can feel the zap of pleasure deep, when he bottoms me out, his dick hitting the right spot again.

I come, my body arching off the sheets, my sighs and screams muffled by the fingers in my mouth, as my eyes roll back.

He doesn't stop, fucking me through it. My pussy squeezes around him, and while I still come down from the orgasm, I can feel his other hand grabbing my hip, holding tight. His fingers still in my mouth, stroking against my tongue. Sinking into my throat, the letters on his knuckles disappearing as he pushes further in, and I gag around them once again.

They leave my mouth, all of a sudden, and I take a deep breath. "Please fuck, I-", he groans. "I want to come in your mouth. May I?" The inflection in his voice is almost pleading.

I nod, the thought alone sending another shiver of arousal through me. “Yes.”, I answer breathlessly, still a little hazy from my orgasm.

He pulls back entirely, his dick slipping out of my pussy. I scramble onto my knees, while he gets up from the bed, standing in front of it.

Getting off the condom quickly, his hand running up and down his length, continuing to chase his release. My spit is still on the two digits that were just inside me, now slowly coating his cock.

I press a soft kiss to the tip that is leaking precum, tasting the saltiness on my tongue. Flicking it over the piercing. My eyes pan up, searching for his, before I take him a little deeper into my mouth. Sucking on his tip while he jerks himself off. Hasty and desperate. A rumbly moan shakes his chest, his eyes rolling back.

"Fuck, gonna cum.", he mutters, the words all breathy.

I hum around his dick, licking and sucking eagerly, when he spills onto my tongue and down my throat. I lick up every single drop, swallowing it all. He shakes and shivers when I don't stop sucking until he's spent.

I release him with pop, when his fingers grip my chin, and open my mouth to show him. "Good fucking girl.", he drawls, the praise washing over me, as I sit back on my knees. He crouches down a bit, his eyebrows raised in anticipation. Like he's waiting for something, but he doesn't say anything.

My cheeks blush red, as I remember what we talked about before. "Thank you, Sir.", I say, looking him straight into his eyes.

His answer is a deep satisfied sound, almost turning into a growl, as he leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss. Crawling into bed again, pulling me onto his front, until I’m strewn over him like a blanket that isn’t even big enough for the big man. He’s softly stroking my back, the touches comforting and gentle.

I push my cheek into his pecs, the hairs on his chest tickling the soft skin, and I breathe in his scent. The warm calming tone. I feel his upper body rising and sinking with every single breath of his, until we are in unison. The deep calmness almost carries me away, and I feel myself getting sleepy. I mean, we didn’t get a lot of sleep. And getting fucked liked this was tiring, although not tiresome at all.

In the silence around us, a thought of mine cuts through post-fuck haze.

“I don’t wanna go home.”, I whisper against his chest, after looking for the right words to say.

His hand stops for just a second. “Then don't.”, he answers simply, continuing his soft caresses.

I lift my head from his pec, looking at him. “Are you sure? I don't want to disturb your vacation.”, I ask.

“I'm not on vacation, I'm on leave.”, he explains. “And you're not disturbing anything.” A little reassuring smile is appearing on his lips.

“I didn’t bring much though. Not even like any more clothes.”, I say hesitatingly.

“Would it be terribly selfish of me to put you in my stuff to keep you here?”, he asks, the smile widening a bit.

I laugh. “I fear, I won't fit into any of that. I mean, I think I could build a tent to sleep in from the shirts you wear.”

“That's fair.”, he grins at me, pushing my hair out of my face. And then he kisses me again, sweet and slow, until I sigh against his lips.

“You have to stop kissing me like that.”, I say, teasingly.

His smirk drops from his face. “Why?”, he asks.

“Because it makes me want to sit on your dick again.”, I jokingly confess.

He starts laughing, his whole body shaking. “That can be arranged.”, he grins at me.

“But – we can’t stay in bed the whole weekend.”, I retort.

“We can’t?”, he pipes up, his question somewhere between a pouty joke and sincere query.

I think about it for a second. “Mmh, I don’t know. Might tire you out, old man.”, I tease him, sticking my tongue out at him.

His eyes light up, all of a sudden, I get flipped, the whole world is spinning around me. He is on top of me, his weight presses me down into the mattress. His thighs spread my legs for him, his dick lying over my tummy, already hard again.

He grabs another condom. “If you keep this up, we’re gonna go through the whole packet.”, he jokes, one side of his mouth topping up in a smirk.

“Is that a challenge?”, I ask, caressing down his chest, inching in on his dick, while he is still fiddling with the rubber.

He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, stretching me out on the mattress, while I grin up at him, splayed out like that.

“If you want it to be…”, he whispers against my face, his lips kissing down to my neck while he pushes inside me.

The mug on the kitchen counter is still half full, the coffee now cold. I take a sip, relishing the milky liquid running down my throat. Sitting here at the kitchen island in just his shirt. The Dark Tranquility one he wore when we first met.

“What are you doing?”, he asks me, utterly confused, as he sees me. He put on his sweatpants again and they are as delicious as they were before. Especially in combination with his naked chest.

“Finishing my coffee.”, I explain, taking another long sip.

“But that’s… cold.”, he says, the disgust palpable.

“Yeah, I like it like that. I drink them lukewarm. At best.”, I explain, with full confidence.

“Woman, you drive me crazy.”, he sighs, then laughs, making himself another coffee. Fresh, hot and black. “One of these days, we’re gonna manage to drink the drinks at the temperature they’re so supposed to be enjoyed at.” The loud noise of the coffee maker cuts through my laughter.

“We can certainly try.”, I say, taking another sip from my blasphemous coffee.

“So, about your stuff.”, he starts, as he leans against the kitchen island. The mug in his hand is looking ridiculously small compared to him. Just like me.

“Yeah, my panties are kinda ruined now, too.” I say and shoot him a pointed look.

“I don’t have any panties that will fit you.”, he says, the corner of his lips quirking up.

“No shit sherlock.”, I remark sarcastically, lifting the shirt that is hanging from my shoulders. That’s almost reaching to my knees. You could fit three of me in there.

“We can go to your apartment, you can look after Mimi and get some clothes, and then come back here. It’s no big deal.”, he suggests.

I sigh. “You sure?”

He nods, just waiting for my answer patiently. While I contemplate if it was okay to stay here for longer.

“Okay, quickly, just to get some stuff.”, I agree.

When we go to leave, I notice that my shoes are neatly lined up, not at all how I left them, when I stormed into the house yesterday evening. Standing just right beside an old pair of his combat boots.

next part: painting his nails or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks 

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding 

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into. 

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta. 

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no. 

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket. 

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone. 

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--" 

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?" 

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent. 

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!" 

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor. 

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task. 

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped. 

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me." 

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him. 

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why? 

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came. 

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now. 

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort. 

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length. 

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before." 

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--" 

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone." 

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty." 

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead. 

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you." 

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do. 

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--" 

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go." 

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted... 

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone. 

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets. 

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

[lazycats-stuff]

141 TF x male reader

This is the continuation to this oneshot. It's mostly fluff and kind of dates with the guys. It's probably going to be over 2k too, so just get prepared.

Summary: The TF is ready to work together in order to date (Y/N).

Warnings: Fluff, cute dates, just cuteness overall, author may have procrastinated and just took sweet time writings and then rushing at 11:30 pm and is tired...

And yes, another Ghost gif. I love this man too much....

After about 3 days of deciding on how to approach (Y/N), they just decided to talk to him in his room. And they all wanted to see the little kitten. Price knocked on his door, the other 3 members were behind him. For the first time in a long time, they were nervous.

And they were military men.

(Y/N) opened the door, smiling at the sight of the men. "Hey guys. What's up? "

" Can we talk to you? " John asked, anxiety building up.

" Sure. " (Y/N) said, stepping aside to let the men in. All of them went straight to the little kitten, giving it a pet or a scratch, then sitting down somewhere in the room.

" What is it that you guys wanted to talk about? " (Y/N) asked, sitting down at chair close to his desk.

Everyone glanced at Price. (Y/N)'s eyes went to Price's.

" Okay, now I'm nervous. Is it bad news or- ? " (Y/N) asked, confused and anxious.

" No, no, no. " Price said, calming the man down. " It's just... All of us find you attractive. " Price started, watching (Y/N)'s cheeks getting red. Wow.

" And we have all... Got feelings for you. And that's what we are here to talk about. We wanted to ask you to date you. All four of us. " Price said, watching (Y/N)'s face. It was red and he seemed flustered.

" Okay, um... Are you sure? I mean, dating somebody who doesn't know who he is or knows what he likes? " (Y/N) said softly, looking down at his lap.

" We know what we are getting into, if you decide to date us. Do you really think that we won't take that into consideration? We don't want to date you for your looks, we want you for you. " Gaz said from the bed, gently patting the cat.

(Y/N) took it all in. He didn't think he was attractive to the point of attracting 4 guys, whom he assumed were straight. And they want to date him, despite the amnesia and the incomplete memory and not knowing what he likes or dislikes?

" You don't have to tell us now, you can tell us later. " Price said, standing up.

" No, I... Okay, I want to just say this. I am interested in dating you guys, but... I have to say this. I want to be taken out on a date first. Individually. Also, I think that my love language is physical touch... Okay, that's not the point now. Don't go overboard too, please. "

The boys nodded, smiling. Ghost's soft smile was hidden by his balaclava, but (Y/N) could see the wrinkles around his eyes. He should really smile more.

" Okay, tomorrow one of us will take you out on a date. Do you want tell us which one or do you want us to surprise you? " Price asked.

" You can surprise me. It's more fun that way. " (Y/N) said laughing.

Price had to admit, he was right.

" We will let you know who will take you out tomorrow. Now we need to talk amongst each other. So, we will leave you alone now. "

Price said and all of them shuffled out of the room. (Y/N) smiled, moving to lay down on the bed next to his kitten.

" Hey you. You might have more dads in the future. "

The cat meowed, purring and nuzzling against (Y/N)'s hand. " You do like that? Who would be your favorite? Maybe Ghost? He does seem like that type. " (Y/N) said to the little kitten. Kitten kept on purring, making (Y/N) doze off.

It was decided that Ghost was going to take him out on a first date. Ghost wanted to do it in the base, not wanting the people to look at him weird because of his mask.

So what did Ghost decide to do?

A movie night in their living room. He made a little pillow fort and with a few tries made popcorn and some chocolate muffins to soothe the sweet tooth, should (Y/N) have it.

(Y/N) came around 8, just like they agreed on. He was wearing comfortable sweatpants and one of Ghost's shirts that he has borrowed from Ghost.

" Pillow fort? " (Y/N) asked, getting into it immediately.

" Is it bad? " Ghost asked (Y/N), afraid that it was wrong.

" No, quite the opposite. I like it. Come on, I need my heater. "

Ghost raised his eyebrows. Heater? " A heater? "

" Yes, you are very warm. Now come on. " (Y/N) said, patting the spot next to him.

Ghost huffed, but complied none the less. (Y/N) laid down on Ghost's chest, getting himself comfortable. Ghost wrapped his arm around (Y/N) and turned on the movie.

" (Y/N)? "

" Mhm? "

" Do you want me to take of my mask? "

(Y/N) lifted his head up. " Only if you are comfortable. I don't want you to do something that you are not comfortable. "

Ghost nodded. Most of the people would ask him to take it off, but not (Y/N).

" Okay. Popcorn? " Ghost asked, taking the bowl and offering it to (Y/N).

" Sure. "

Next evening, it was Price's turn to take him out. Price was a bit more old fashioned, so he was going to take (Y/N) out of the base, seeing how he didn't like being in the base so long. The plan was to take him to the cinema and afterwards to a diner.

Price waited for (Y/N) by the car, in civilian clothes. It has been a while since he got a chance to go out like this, carefree and just in civilian way.

He looked up from his watch to see (Y/N) walking towards the car. Price smiled, pulling (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N) smiled too, before hugging Price back.

" You look stunning. " Price said to (Y/N) after letting go.

(Y/N) blushed and complimented Price too. Price led him to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for him. (Y/N) thanked him and sat into the seat.

Price closed the door, moving to the driver's side. He got in and started the car.

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" That is a surprise darling. " Price said, patting his thigh.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" Yes. I wanted to surprise you. "

(Y/N) just intertwined his fingers with John's and turned his head to look at the window. Their intertwined fingers were laying in the middle, next to the what (Y/N) called the stick. John parked near the cinema, turning the car off, forcing the two to release their hands to step out. Once they were out, they took their hands again.

" Is that the cinema? "

" Yes. I thought that you would like to go off base. You looked like you were couped up in the base. "

" You are right, I was couped up. As much as I love the base and the wonders that the it provides, you can feel couped up and like you are in jail. " (Y/N) said, using his free arm to gesture.

" Well, I can't say that, but for someone like you with memory loss... I can understand that. " John said, looking at (Y/N) with so much love in his eyes that he would have that his eyes turned to hearts.

" What are we going to watch? "

John just smiled at him. (Y/N) huffed. Another surprise it seems.

" And what are we going to afterwards? "

" That, my love, is another surprise. "

(Y/N) leaned in and gave John a kiss on the cheek. Price put his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Next up was Gaz. He also decided to take (Y/N) out of the base, but not to the cinema and the diner, but instead to a picnic. It was a nice sunny day today in London, so why not take advantage of it? Gaz has prepared everything that he thought that (Y/N) would like.

Which consisted of some sandwiches, chips that he liked, some fruit and some chocolates. And the drinks? There was of course water and some juices that (Y/N) had said that he liked.

And that's why Gaz and (Y/N) were in the park, in the shade, just enjoying the weather. Gaz opened the container with sliced apples. He offered some to (Y/N), who gladly took it. It was a green apple, since (Y/N) preferred sour apples rather than the sweet ones.

" So, how do you like it? "

" It's nice Gaz. "

" And how do you like the base? " Gaz prompted, watching (Y/N).

" I like it, but I wish that I could do something more than just stay in my room or just move around to the gym, shooting range and others... I just feel like I'm mooching, you know? "(Y/N) said, fiddling with his hands.

" Maybe you could talk about Price about working on the base? Maybe you could work with recruits or something like that. And you are not mooching off of anybody or anything. You are a SAS. Once a SAS, always an SAS. "

(Y/N) nodded, moving closer to Gaz. He took (Y/N)'s hand and kissed it.

" Thanks, I just... I guess I got into my head way too much. "

" Don't apologize for that love. " Gaz said, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head.

" Now, lets enjoy this great weather. " (Y/N) said, smiling and making himself cozy on the blanket.

And Soap was last and he often says that they have saved the best for last. (Y/N) didn't know how to feel. The Scot was the most energetic person that (Y/N) had encountered in the entire base. He doesn't know where Johnny gets all of that energy.

" Johnny, where are we going? "

" Are you afraid? " The Scot said, smirking as he led him into the building.

" I mean, you are the most energetic person I have encountered on the base. I don't know how you can be so energetic. "

" Well, that is not important question now. You are important now. "

(Y/N) sighed as they got into the junkyard, filled with cars. What the actual hell?

" Okay, so, we have it for about hour and a half. " Johnny said, handing him gloves and the protective glasses. " So, we need to make the best out of it. "

" Okay, so we are going to smash cars? "

" Not just smash. I am going to make a few explosions too, just for you. "

(Y/N) laughed and grabbed the hammer and allowed Johnny to put the safety glasses on. He put the big hammer over his head and smashed the car away.

(Y/N) and Johnny were laughing away and (Y/N) was fascinated by the explosions.

After those dates, (Y/N) now had four boyfriends and his kitten whom he named Ghost, because the cat was quiet and sometimes scared the shit out of him, got four cat dads, which meant a lot of cuddles.

(Y/N) also started working at the base, finally feeling useful and not like he was mooching. He worked in the infirmary where he recovered and was there studying more about medicine.

And the boys got more excuses to visit him. (Y/N) might kill them one day because of the constant, intentional way. But he wouldn't change it for the world.

[nochukoo97]

7 minutes in heaven

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: You had planned for your boyfriend to come over and spend the day with you, only for him to totally forget and leave you waiting. But at your friend’s place, you end up getting chosen for 7 minutes in heaven with guess who, you boyfriend.

Word count: 1k+

“I hate you! I hate you so much!” Tears cascade down your cheeks as you sob, pushing the man in front of you away. Jungkook had tried to grab your arms and console you like he always does, but this time you pushed him away harder. Although his body doesn’t move an inch from your actions, he lets his grip on your arms soften.

Jungkook can only stare at you sobbing away, he’s seen you like this a thousand times before, but instead this time he was the one who had made you cry, he was the one who had made you wait, expecting him to come over and spend the day with you, he was the one who had made you spend the whole morning preparing a feast and a pillow fort for the both of you to watch movies in, only to end up waiting for five hours before Jungkook came running through the door.

Your back is slumped against the wall as you curl yourself, bringing your head to your knees, not wanting Jungkook to see you in such a vulnerable state. Somehow, even though he was at fault, you still felt embarrassed that you were so affected by it.

You had spent the whole morning baking cookies and preparing so much food, brimming with excitement and waiting in anticipation for your boyfriend to come and spend the day with you, only for you to finally realise that he had forgotten after a good hour of waiting.

Jungkook had no valid excuse for missing out on this, and he knew it himself. He had woken up early to join a match of Overwatch with his friends, and had shut his phone off, so he had missed your 15 text messages and 3 missed calls, only to realise after he had finished playing.

Even though your boyfriend had rushed over the moment he had realised, it was far too late.

But you both had to leave the house in twenty minutes to go to your friend’s house for dinner, so you either had to wipe your tears and suck it up for now, or you would appear at the front door with teary eyes and a red nose.

“Leave me alone,” you mumbled as you stood up from where you had been sitting, brushing past Jungkook’s shoulders slightly as you made your way into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

Your boyfriend only stood there, not having the slightest idea of how to approach the situation.

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The drive to your friend’s house had been cold and quiet, Jungkook only whispering a “sorry” when you had gotten in the car, stared at your face for a reaction, but when you had totally ignored him, he had just decided to start the car and drive.

Before leaving the house, as you were getting ready, you had called Yeji, your closest friend from college and who also was going to the same dinner as you tonight, and she had only sighed, trying to comfort you and lighten up your mood for the dinner.

When you had arrived, Yeji had hurriedly pulled you aside as Jungkook made his way to the couch filled with your other friends.

“Did you guys say anything to each other so far?” She whisper-yelled in your ear, staring straight at your boyfriend who was making conversation with his friends but his eyes still stayed on your figure that was facing away from him.

“No, he said sorry in the car but I ignored him, I’m not angry at him anymore, I’m just really hurt still,” You whispered back, and Yeji nods in response before pulling you to the couch, making sure you sit away from your boyfriend who was still staring at you with his big eyes.

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You aren’t sure how you ended up in this situation, but here you are playing seven minutes in heaven with ten of your friends, including Jungkook.

And just so perfectly, your boyfriend spins the bottle and it lands right on you.

Great.

Jungkook’s eyes widen the slightest at this, he’s both relieved that his pretty girlfriend is going to do this with him, but he’s more scared of what his now pretty and angry girlfriend will be like.

Yeji observes the slight frown on your face and then turns to catch your boyfriend’s reaction, to which she raises an eyebrow at.

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“Okay go in! Your time starts now!” Yeji is currently pushing you and your boyfriend into the cramped bathroom of the apartment, and you glare at her, clearly knowing what she is doing.

You and Jungkook are closer than what you had expected, your back pressed against the wall. You should have expected this, considering the buff man standing timidly in front of you.

You raise your head to peer at your boyfriend, only to shock yourself when you see his glossy eyes staring at his feet.

“Baby,” The moment those words leave your mouth, Jungkook whips his head up and begins to sputter out an endless line of apologise.

“Baby, I’m so so so sorry it’s all my fault, I didn’t check my phone and I should have known better, I’m so sorry I wasted everything-”

Jungkook abruptly stops and he sighs in frustration, as if he was holding something back, but it isn’t long until you find out exactly what he had been holding back, because suddenly his lips connect with yours, and your eyes widen, and you naturally wrap your arms around his neck.

You both pull apart after a good few minutes, panting as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Until you hear an alarm go off from outside the bathroom, you finally realised what had just happened.

But before either of you can say anything, Yeji whips open the door, grinning as widely as possible. Jungkook makes his way past Yeji and back to the couch, and you only tsk at her when she winks at you.

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“You’re such a babyyy” you grunt as Jungkook flops himself onto you, snuggling his head into your neck as he inhales the scent of your lavender lotion.

“Your baby,” Jungkook smiles into your skin as you slap his back in retaliation.

“Go to sleep, you’re being too cheesy right now,”

You boyfriend laughs at your response, raising his head to kiss your neck, before mumbling, “G’night baby,”

[rleonard9]

can you imagine eliana x drew full angst like it gets so bad they break up for like 3 days and they both are suffering like eliana is going through it drew is shit at practice and games so their friends make a plan to get them to talk it out they talk they make up fluff and smut….. YOU DIDNT HEAR THIS FROM ME

a week since ellie broke up with drew, both of them were not doing well at all, drew’s been shit at practice, ellie has not done any of her assignments and just wants drew but she can’t have him and same goes for him

knocking on his door, drew opens it letting ellie go inside, “hi bubs.” she rands on her tippy toes giving him a kiss but he swerved that heading back to his bed

“what was that for.” Ellie asks frowning her eyebrows, nothing, “drew why aren’t you talking to me.” she goes and sits on the bed beside him but he didn’t move to pull her into him like he usually does

“where were you the other night, hmm.” drew asks slightly pissed off

“i was in my room, doing an assignment, you know this.” ellie asks confused, he shakes his head

“no.”

“Andrew don’t tell me no whenever i was studying all night got out once to get water THEN you came over.” she says getting off his bed getting slightly frustrated

“someone caught you cheating.” Her eyes widen, how could he think that

“U know damn well i would never cheat andrew fortescue, what in your damn mind thinks that i would ever do such a thing.” she begins to tear up

“you were laughing with a guy and touching his arm.” Drew seethed

“Oh my god, That guy- you know what i’m done i’m not even going to explain it to you because it’s not worth it.”

“No Eliana Brielle i wanna know if my GIRLFRIEND WAS cheating on me because you looked very fucking friendly with him.”

“I WAS NOT FRIENDLY DREW I TRIED PUSHING HIM AWAY BECAUSE I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE,” She yells about to open the door, he opens up his mouth, “i don’t like being accused of cheating drew, you know this and you just need a break.” she hiccups

“Are you breaking up with me.” he scoffs, she nods her head not giving any other answer “ellie i’m sorry.” he pleads

“no, just- just leave me alone.” she closes the door full on crying back to her room, drew throws his pillow on the floor letting out a frustrated cry.

“hey why did i see ellie run out crying.” Jacob asks coming into the room

“non of your fucking business.” drew grumbles annoyed wiping his tears away

“no drew shes like my sister, what the fuck did you do.” jacob says

“one of the boys sent me a pic of it looked like ellie was cheating.”

“CHEATING ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY, dude you’ve lost your mind, you thought that sweet girl who is so uncomfortable around people thinks she would cheat,”

“my mind went to something else ok fowler.”

“No i’m done with you, now i’m gonna a go see your girlfriend.”

“Ex-“ that caused jacob to laugh and become more angry

“i don’t blame her, have a good night fortescue.” he closes the door

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ellie has locked herself in her room for the past couple days, jacob, will and ryan have been delivering food and snacks to her and avoiding drew at all cost. especially at practice. But today she decided to go take a walk with Ryan back from class, she didn’t realize drew was walking the same way as then until ryan grabs her shoulders and turns her around

“why did you do that.” Ellie asks

“Forts was heading our way.” ryan gave her a sad smile

“oh.” she mumbles, “i’m gonna head back.”

“you don’t want coffee.” ryan asks she shakes her head leaving

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one week since the breakup,

“i’m about to kill him if he doesn’t get his shit together.” Coach Brown states seeing drew throws his stick on the ground of frustration, will sighs

“i’ll straighten him out coach trust me, he’s going through a hard time.”

“better do it soon or he’s suspended for a game.” Will nods his head heading towards Ryan and jacob and gabe

“we need to figure out a plan, ellie has barely eating, not going to classes and i’m getting worried, coach told me drew will be suspended if he doesn’t play right.”

“How is this gonna work out because ellie doesn’t want to talk to him.” Ryan raises his eyebrows

“she does, she just can’t bring it up or will tear up again and i hate seeing her cry so the plan is to bring her over and leave them to talk.”

“that’s a stupid plan.” Jacob says

“that’s the best i have, you got something fowler? no didn’t think so.” Will sasses

__

“do you want to come over tonight.” Will texts ellie, she replies

“not in the mood.”

“don’t make me come get you, i have your favourite food.” she sighs getting up out of bed, throwing on one of drew’s hoodies that still smells like him making her tear up slightly, she slow walks over to the dorms, opens the door catching drew’s eyes immediately

“i’ll grab the food and leave.” ellie mutters, Ryan grabs the bag before she can even reach it, “ryan.”

“No you two need to talk it out.”

“no i’m fine.” drew says getting up from the bed.” ryan puts his hand out b blocking him from leaving.

“talk now,” he says sternly, “goodbye.” the door clicks shut, drew sighs laying back down while ellie kicks her feet.

“i’m sorry.” drew mumbles, ellie looks at him giving him a tight lip look, he sighs, “i’m sorry for accusing you of cheating”

“but you did it anyways.” ellie manages to speak up

“I apologize for thinking that you did and how my teammates are assholes and didn’t tell me the proper story, i’m sorry that i put that insecurity on me and you which you do not deserve baby and i ruined that one thing. i’m so sorry baby for getting frustrated when i should’ve let you speak instead of not letting you.” drew says tearing up, “i was being a complete idiot and should’ve realized and not payed any attention to what they were saying about you.” ellie let’s put a sob

“i’m sorry for breaking up with you.” she lets out

“it’s not your fault baby, i deserve it.” he says

“you did but i miss you so much.”

“c’mere.” he crocks his fingers, she walks over to him standing in between his legs, he lifts a hand whipping her tears away, “i missed you so much too, i hate being broken up, i love you so much eliana brielle.”

“i love you too drew.” she quivers in his hold, he picks her up lifting her so she can straddle his lap

“my beautiful girl.” he mumbles against her lips, causing her to blush holding onto his beck tightly. He takes of his shirt throwing it somewhere in his room, then takes off her shirt and with one snap of his fingers of her bra is off.

rolling over so he’s ontop, he places delicate kisses onto her neck and chest drew.” she whimpers

“hmm what is it baby.”

“i need you.”

“you need me, how bad.” he smirks

“so so bad.” she mewls out as his fingers went inside of her

“atta girl.” he whispers against her clit sucking it causing her to buck her hips up, his hands went to her hips holding it down. 2 orgasms later he lifts his head up giving her a kiss making her taste himself, “such a good girl for me.” he says, “are you ready.” she nods her head squeezing his hands as he inserts himself into her, she lets out a moan

“fee- feels so good.” she cries out, he kisses all over her chest

“i missed this so much, god i miss you, never again leaving you.” he grunts out

“i-“ she whimpers cant form a word

“i know baby, being such a good girl.” he says, “you got one more for me.”

“i cant.” ellie says squeezing her eyes tightly

“yes you can.” one more thrust and she’s seeing stars while drew pulls out of her cumming on her stomach, “all mine.” he gives her a short kiss before getting up and getting a wash cloth, he comes back and once he reaches to her she slightly flinches

“too sore.”

“baby i just need to wash you, i know your sore but it’s for a second ok then cuddles.” she nods her head spreading her legs again so he can clean her up. once he’s done that he puts on his shirt and underwear on her and him with grey sweatpants getting back into bed.

“i’m so lucky to have you ellie baby.” drew says moving hair off her forehead

“i’m lucky to have you.” she yawns snuggling up to him, “kiss.” he leans down giving her a kiss and closes her eyes

__

past 1am, jacob comes back into the room seeing ellie laying ontop of drew as he’s just rubbing her back keeping an eye on her

“everything all good.” jacob asks

“yeah everything’s all good.” jacob nods his head

“ever pull that shit again fortescue we will not be friends again.”

“I promise not to do it ever in my life, she’s with me for the long one.” Drew says kissing the top of the sleeping girls head.

[fearthetallman]

Krang Pie: Chapter 1

Summary: Mikey is trying to keep his family together since the krang invasion as they all deal with it their own way. He feels like they keep splitting apart and he's the only one who sees all the cracks. But when he finds a krang hiding away in his home, Mikey gets put to the test of just how far he's willing to go for family.

Warnings: family fights, some angst (nothing too bad since it's just the first chapter lol)

Chapter 1

It was a year and a half before Mikey saw the krang again. At the time, however, he hadn't realized it was the krang and instead assumed it was a very old piece of gum he just stepped in.

His brothers were all in the training room, constructing the biggest pillow fort they could. They had built pillow forts before but considering the mile long blueprints Donnie had drawn up, this was going to be the winner.

Donnie flipped his goggles up from his perch atop the ramp. "Looking good, fellas. Two more hours and we should have the first floor done. Leo, careful with those pillows. We don't want Dad knowing we ransacked the house to make this beauty."

"I'm always careful," Leo argued, five seconds before he almost collided into Raph.

Raph floundered for a second, the fort swaying before it settled back into place. Everyone gave a sigh of relief.

Leo placed his pillow down. "Okay, that one doesn't count. Donnie was distracting me."

Mikey was so glad everyone was getting along like this. Dad and April had gone on a weeklong trip to check out a possible resurgence of the Foot in London. He wasn't sure how his brothers would act this long together and with no buffer. But it looks like he worried for nothing. It almost felt like when they were younger. Before they became heroes and before…

"Mikey!"

Donnie calling down to him snapped him out of his trance. He saluted like a soldier to their captain. "Yes sir?"

"Fetch me the cushion from the armchair in the TV room. It's unnaturally squished and saggy shape is perfect to weigh the other pillows down in place."

Raph paused his carrying. "Wait, from Dad's chair? I don't think that's such a good idea, Donnie."

"Its inclusion was on page 35 of my Pillow Fort World Record Plan. I don't know why you'd be complaining about it now unless you hadn't read my manual."

Mikey felt the slightest pressure of tension in the air.

"If we mess up Dad's chair, he's not gonna leave us alone unsupervised until we're 50," Raph countered dropping his pillows to face Donnie more directly.

The tension grew stronger, tightening around Mikey's shell and stomach like an ill-fitting belt. Usually Raph wouldn't pick fights over something as silly as a cushion. But after the krang, his fuse had gotten shorter. It didn't take much to set him off into an argument or even a fistfight. Mikey hated both.

"Look guys, I'll be super careful and as soon as we're done, we'll put the cushion back. Dad will never know." Mikey also hated lying to his dad, but he had to pick the lesser of two evils.

Raph's voice was stern, but his shoulders were already relaxing. "Even if we're careful, Dad will know if it's out of place."

Mikey shook his phone like a magic charm. "I'll take a picture so we can put it back in the exact same place." He hurried off before either of them could argue more.

The TV room was pitch black. He fumbled for the switch a moment, a small bubble of panic thinking he couldn't find it and a monster was waiting to pounce. But his fingers connected and the lights blinked on. Dad's chair in the same place as always. It felt eerily silent with no one there, the TV switched off for the first time in years. He shook off the chills and reached out for the cushion.

Wait, picture first.

He unlocked his phone and waited for it to focus on the chair. Something shuffled. Mikey's head swung up. Nothing in the room moved. He was just spooking himself. The flash lit up and nearly blinded him as he took the picture. He forgot it had been on. Shutting it off, he took another picture.

Something scurried at the edge of his vision. His heart caught in his throat. Had he seen something or were his eyes playing tricks on him? But then he heard a rattling. A definitive noise coming from behind the TV. He knew without a doubt something was in here.

"Leo?" He crept closer. The TV felt ominous. "You'd better not be trying to scare me."

Leo hadn't tried to scare him in months. But it was the only explanation his terrified mind could generate.

He was so tense he was barely breathing. Why hadn't he brought his weapon with him? He was at the TV. All that was left to do was face whatever was behind there. He just had to check behind there and ignore his pounding heart and all the danger signals and every bad feeling telling him not to do this and--

He looked behind the TV. It was empty. His stress dissipated and he could breathe again. He needed to stop watching so many horror movies.

Thrilled he was not going to be murdered by a shadow monster, he trotted back in to everyone. "Guys, you're not going to believe--"

"Mikey, do you have the cushion? We're at a critical stage!" Donnie yelled down.

Raph held the fort in place, trembling underneath it's weight.

"Oh, right. Knew I forgot something."

He walked back in, light still on and much less scary now. Grabbing the pillow, he made his way to the fort.

SQUISH

He froze. Something warm and gooey was underneath his foot. Not a totally new sensation but definitely an unwelcome one. He inspected his foot, trying to figure out what leftover food this was.

It was pink and very slimey. Too solid to be melted ice cream. Too soft to be bubblegum. Maybe some kind of moldy chip dip?

As he stared at it, the goop slid. Something shifted inside of it. Out came a mouth. It had sharp teeth.

The mouth screamed.

Mikey screamed back and ran. The goop flew off his foot. His panic only mounted and he dashed into training room.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" Leo called.

"Behind me! There was a mouth! Screaming! Monster!"

"Mikey slow down, slow down!"

But his momentum was too great and he noticed he was going to crash too late. He slammed into Raph's stomach. The big turtle folded in on himself. The tower of pillows wobbled, then came crashing down.

Mikey always assumed that a bunch of cushions and pillows wouldn't hurt but seeing twenty of them hurtling towards him, he began to reconsider. Raph yelled and dove on top of him.

The world darkened as they avalanched before everything went quiet and still.

After a moment, his older brother shook the remnants of their fort off.

"Noooo!" Donnie cried, clutching a saggy pillow. "My world record!"

"And your irreplaceable family members, right?" Raph asked.

"Uh, yeah. You guys, too."

Raph held out his hand and helped Mikey to his feet. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry our fort got ruined but--" The words froze in his mouth when he saw Leo picking up a cushion. Dad's cushion with a large gash running through it. They all turned back to see stuffing still caught on Raph's red elbow pad. Donnie broke the silence first.

"Aw, look what you did! That was Dad's favorite chair."

The tension erupted.

"Look what I did? You're the one who came up with the stupid idea to do this in the first place! If you had just listened to me everything would be fine!"

"It always has to be about you, doesn't it? Always your plans, your rules and your way. My idea was brilliant and you know it!"

"Guys! Please don't fight," Mikey said but he couldn't be heard over the arguing. His stomach started hurting and he felt like crying. Why did he have to be so stupid? He never should have been trusted with such an important task.

Before their fighting escalated to yelling, Leo dropped the cushion. It landed with a soft thud. They fell silent as they watched him.

"A pillow fort was a stupid idea, anyway." He walked away, not so much as slamming a door as he hid in his room.

When Mikey turned back, his brother's faces were as dismayed as he felt. Raph's gaze fell to the ground before he turned and talked specifically to Mikey.

"I'm going to get ready to go on patrol. Don't wait up for me."

And then it was only him and Donnie. Mikey picked up the cushion, staring hard at the gash as if his eyes could mend it. His brother watched him awkwardly.

He sucked in a breath before he spoke. "Listen, Mikey, we're not mad at you, okay?" He patted his younger brother's shoulder stiffly. "Raph is just a bonehead who likes nitpicking well intentioned and devastatingly handsome geniuses sometimes."

Mikey forced a smile. At least he was trying. "Yeah. I'm gonna be in my room for a bit."

And so, the unity between the brothers split in four different directions. Mikey felt like each one pulled his heart a different way.

***

Inside his room, he played music to try and make himself feel better. Unfortunately, he kept skipping to sad songs so he was only making himself feel worse.

Out of everyone's reaction, Leo's had hurt the most. Instead of lashing out like Donnie and Raph, he would shut down. No matter what anyone did, he wouldn't leave his shell. Mikey could figure out what was going in the others' head, but Leo was a blank slate. He had no idea what to do with him.

If he had been confiding in someone else, Mikey wouldn't be half as worried. But he wouldn't let anyone in. Wouldn't talk at all about the time in the prison dimension and abruptly changed subjects if anyone asked how he was doing. All Mikey knew was that he was still hurting.

If only he had some way to--

Something clattered to the floor. Mikey lifted one of the ears of his headphones. He expected more silence but saw a blur scurrying behind his desk. His heartbeat picked up. It was probably just a bug. A cockroach scurrying around his messy bedroom.

That made him feel worse.

There was more noise and Mikey knew he hadn't imagined it this time. He wished he could run to one of his brothers for help but the only one he could go to was Donnie and Donnie Didn't Deal with Bugs.

Reluctantly, he put down his headphones and grabbed his least beloved magazine. He inched towards the corner he last heard the sound from. Nothing moved. He rolled up the magazine, poking at clothes and discarded papers. A rogue memory of a beetle scuttling over his foot made him wish he wore shoes.

Another rustling. Behind his dresser. He leaned closer, trying to see behind the dark space of the dresser's shadow. It would be better if he struck first. He swallowed hard. Reached the magazine into the crevice.

Something flew out and landed on his face. He screamed.

"Get off get off get off!"

He smacked himself in the face with the magazine a couple times before realizing it was not going to let him go. His vision gone, he stumbled around his room, tripping and falling over boxes and books. He landed hard on stomach, knocking the wind out of himself. Finally, he reached up and grabbed onto his assailant, flinging it to the ground. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Like in his nightmares, a krang stood before him, glaring as though Mikey was the invader. Although in his nightmares, the krang usually wasn't the size of a cockroach.

It raised two of its tentacles in the air and yelled at him in a voice that sounded like it sucked on helium. "Foolish turtle! You thought you had defeated the krang but we have persevered. We shall kill your family and everyone you love for your insolence!"

Mikey couldn't help it. He laughed.

This only angered the krang further. "You dare mock me? I shall make you feel true pain!"

It slunk up to Mikey and bit him on the ankle. "Ow!" Even though it was tiny, it still had teeth.

He yanked it up into the air to stop it from biting him again. But he had to twist it and turn it upside down in his grip to avoid its reach. It writhed and growled like a naughty puppy.

"Listen, I met your other family, your big brothers and sister, but I can't say I'm scared of you." He had to hold back from calling it cute. Ugh, he was letting his guard down too much. It was still a krang.

"You impudent insect, I was the krang you met. When your blue turtle abandoned me in the prison dimension, I sent a piece of me back with him."

His stomach dropped. All good feelings sucked out of the room and into the krangs evil smile.

"Oh, you didn't know, did you? We krang are smart like that. Just a drop of my DNA hiding on his shell, that's all it took to sneak out. Usually Krang don't resort to such passive tactics but we do cover every possibility. I've been here this whole time, regenerating the rest of my body and waiting in the shadows until the time was right to--"

Mikey heard footsteps. He grabbed an empty bucket of paint and slammed it on top of the krang right as Raph walked in.

"You okay in here, Mikey? You’re looking pretty frazzled."

"No, everything's fine." Mikey was eternally grateful Donnie had soundproofed his room so Raph hadn’t heard him screaming. The bucket of paint tried moving and he sat down on top of it. "Just thought I saw a bug."

Raph stiffened. He hated bugs even more than Donnie. "Well, uh, tell me if you need any help."

He had picked a terrible time to come in. A minute earlier and Mikey would have loved the help. But he couldn't now that he knew what it was. "I will. No worries." He laughed an unconvincing laugh. He really hated lying.

Raph turned to leave but paused in the doorway. "I'm sorry for yelling earlier. I'm not upset at you, Mikey, I just… I still feel like I'm not in control sometimes. Like the krang could show up out of nowhere and use me again."

He wanted to scream but instead focused all his energy on forcing the paint can to stay down and not move.

"I know it's not rational but…" Raph trailed off, shaking his head. He looked back at Mikey and smiled. "None of us are mad at you, I promise." 

Any other time, Mikey would have jumped up and hugged him, shouting hallelujahs that his brother was opening up. But all he could do was ignore the hole the paint can was burning into his shell. "Thank you. I really appreciate that."

With another smile, Raph disappeared. Mikey slumped over. The paint can flew off and landed against the wall, crumpling as if someone crushed it.

“Finally!” the krang yelled, scuttling over to Mikey. “I can come kill y—”

He slammed it into the ground with his hand, squeezing it as if it was a stress toy. “You are not going to do anything. You may have had the advantage before, but you will not hurt us this time.” He could feel the tingle of his mystic power surging through his veins, preparing to—

“Mikey, get out here!” It was Donnie.

“What do you need?!”

“Just get out here and I’ll explain everything!”

Growling and grumbling, Mikey took the krang and threw it into his drawer, wedging a plastic magic wand (Leo’s, he should really return it) against the handle so it was locked. He took a couple breaths before going out there again, knowing he’d need to act as calm as he could. Mikey didn’t know much about the situation he was thrust in, but he did know one thing.

He couldn’t let his brothers find out about the krang.

[next]

[sweetfire01]

hello again,

been awhile! firstly, how have you been?

secondly, i’m not sure if requests are still open (if they’re not, ignore this haha)

but how would the demon brothers react to a little one who is just very affectionate and cold all the time?

like they’re constantly cold so they’re reluctantly sitting by one of the brothers. (maybe even hugging them or something for warmth?)

i feel like the little one would like belphie most in this scenario, i imagine he’s very cuddly.

— anon (🍊)

Hii, hope you're ok too! I am a cold person myself and my hands freeze so fast!

It should be canon for demons to have warm skin or at least more than angels. And during the cold winter days, the Sandwich Attic club is at your rescue! Belphie sure, he's very cuddly, but can we talk about Beel's hugs? That guy is huge and wraps you completely in his arms. Though he'll probably always use one to eat but hey, he'll still keep you close to him! And with Belphie sleeping on top of you, hugging you in his sleep, you can still stay nice and warm.

But obviously the other brothers are no less, eh. I can see Mammon and even Asmo building blanket forts, with Satan joining in only to mess up the sofa in the living room and piss off Lucifer. I can see everyone eventually joining in: Belphie has a comfy place to sleep, Beel because he likes the idea (just don't leave too many crumbs!) and Levi well, he's probably an expert at building them. Hasn't an introverted otaku who sleeps under piles and piles of blankets ever made one and hidden in it? Impossible. But he won't let you use any of his body pillows.

Mammon will probably yell at everyone to leave because it was his idea and he just wants to be alone with you, but has anyone ever listened to this guy? Sorry, we are all partying together.

Lucifer will join in too, obviously not because he's having fun but to make sure the brothers don't do any damage to the room. And also to keep an eye on you in case you're still cold or suffocating. After all, you're just a little thing, aren't you? But remember that next time you can just come to him and he'll hold you comfortably on his lap, warming you up. No need to ask anyone else.

But right now you're enjoying being here inside the form, sheltered from the cold winter.

What is a fireplace for when you have 7 walking heaters at your service?

Argh, I've never built a fort, probabily doing one would make me feel little in no time. 🥺

[scarlettacklen1986]

You Built A Fort? •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 985

Type: Fluff

Warning: Non

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Kate is worried about leaving Merlin with her son for the first time but Merlin is sure he'll be fine

"You're sure about this?" Kate asked as she grabbed her coat going towards the bullet train.

"Yes my love," Merlin repeated.

"I mean I just, I know he likes you but he's always been around me when he's also around you and I don't want him to act up with you," she said.

"My dear, I will be okay," he laughed kissing her again. "I love you and he loves you, we can bond over that. . .And Hot wheels," he smiled when she laughed.

Kate hugged him and kissed his cheek before he got on the bullet train. "I'll message you when I get there!" He called as it closed she waved him off starting back to her office.

The entire time she was in the meeting with Harry she was tapping her pen. "Percival," he said getting her attention again "Are you okay?" He asked concerned, not annoyed like the last Arthur but real concern.

"Merlin is watching Billy alone for the first time, I'm just really, really worried about how Billy will react to it, he's only 7 and he likes Merlin sure but I know he hasn't been great since his dad and I'm scared he'll think I'm trying to replace his dad and I'm not but how does a kid react to this stuff." she rambled. ". . .I'm sorry, that was a lot and it was really personal and you are my boss and Jesus Christ I need to shut my mouth," she groaned.

"You and Merlin are my friends Kate, I know how hard it's been for you, I'm glad you and Merlin have adapted and are happy and I know that Billy loves you enough that if Merlin makes you happy, he'll be happy," Harry smiled holding onto her hand. "Something else is bothering you," he said.

"Beck, he. . .He was an agent too, Billy's already lost him and I just. . .If Merlin gets hurt. . .Or worse or god forbid I am the one in the medbay, what would happen to Billy then," she said.

"Merlin is the Quatermaster he won't be in the field and I can do something to make it so you aren't in the field," he suggested.

"Just. . .Make it so I'm in the field less please " she asked.

"Of course I can, now let's wrap this meeting up so you can get home to your boys hm?" Harry smiled and Kate nodded.

By the time the meeting wrapped up she was gone for 3 hours.

Kate was quick to bid Harry goodbye and get on the bullet train then to her car.

The drive was another 30 minutes

3 and half hours she had left Merlin with Billy and she was slightly worried.

Kate unlocked the door stepping inside she saw a pile of blankets and pillows in the living room.

She leaned against the door frame. "What on earth have you two done?" She asked.

Billy ran out from the fort hugging her. "Hi mum," he said as she hugged him.

"Hey buddy, Where's Hamish?" She asked.

Merlin's head popped out of the Fort, he slowly climbed out the Fort. "Hi Love " he smiled finally standing.

"Hi, what on earth happened here?" She asked.

"We cooked dinner together, watched a new superhero movie and then made a pillow Fort " Merlin told her.

"And had a sword fight!" Billy said happily.

"A sword fight?" She asked looking at Merlin.

"We have a pirate in the making," Merlin beamed clasping a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"The superhero had my name!" Billy cheered.

"But the villain looked like Hamish " he added.

"Hm, how odd," she laughed.

"Why don't you go get ready for bed huh? I'll come and read you a story " she said.

"Can Hamish read it tonight?" Billy asked.

Kate looked at Merlin who nodded. "Of course little guy," he said and Billy ran upstairs.

"So it went well?" Kate asked.

"Amazingly," He grinned. "Billy's a good kid," he told her pulling her into a hug.

"I've arranged to not be in the field as often, I don't want to risk Billy losing another parent," she said.

"That's a good idea,"

"Now help me clean up your mess," she told him

The two clean up the pillows and blankets, Merlin went upstairs as Kate made two cups of tea.

When Kate came upstairs she heard Merlin reading to Billy finishing the last part of the chapter they were reading.

"Alright, night buddy," he said gently,

"Night Hamish " Billy said sleepily and Merlin left and turned the light off before closing the door.

Kate handed him one of the cups. "You know, if he likes those books, I have most of them," he told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course, I don't read 'em,"

"Thanks," she smiled

The next morning, Merlin left before Kate or Billy woke up to get to work, then it was Kate who woke and made breakfast. "Morning buddy," she said as he came downstairs.

"How do you always hear me!" Billy whined.

"I'm a superhero," she deadpanned pushing a plate towards him.

"I really like Hamish," Billy said. "He's nice and he makes you happy," He told her.

Kate smiled. "Thanks, buddy," she ruffled his hair. "Let's get you to school," she told him.

Kate got into work and went straight to Merlin's office sneaking in silently walking over wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Morning Handsome," she said.

"How do you stay so silent in those blasted things?" Merlin said motioning to her heels.

"I'm a spy darling," she chuckled. "You know, Billy really likes you," Kate told him, "He told me this morning,"

"That's great," he turned around in his chair to face her, her hands went to his shoulders, his her waist.

"I love you," she smiled cupping his face before kissing him.

"I love you," he mimicked

[absolutely-esme]

When you specified reverse harem monster fucker smut, I thought for sure that Jason was going to end up in a polycule with the Everlasting Trio who have all become eldritch over time.

Like, I can imagine Jason getting sacrificed and landing in front of them.

...

Jason's brothers were going to give him so much shit for letting some two-bit cultists get the drop on him. They weren't even good fighters, they just managed to get a lucky shot in. Now he was bleeding out in the middle of some half-assed ritual. They weren't even using proper charm candles, they were using tiny scented jar candles that clashed wildly.

As Jason choked on the smoke those candles shouldn't have produced that much smoke he began to feel as if he was falling. Not a good sign. Especially considering he was already lying on the ground in the middle of what he really hoped was just an intricate piece of floor art.

Then everything shifted and he really was falling.

At least he landed on something relatively soft. Jason still cursed as the impact aggravated his wounds. Then he looked up and saw three large and distinctly not human entities staring at him.

The first seemed as if he was cut from the fabric of the night sky. Stars and nebulae dance in the void of space. Comets leave icy trails that glitter like jewelry. He seems so much larger than his body, and his body is not small to begin with.

Looking straight at him made Jason feel like something tiny and delicate confronted with the vastness of the universe. How can a single mind ever hope to comprehend infinity, let alone the many wonders and horrors it holds? "Have you ever wondered what's out there?" A hushed voice wispers.

The second looked like something you would find in a dark forest in a twisted fairytale. Vines and brambles twisted into intricate shapes, their leaves casting deep shadows that could be concealing any number of things. Antlers or gnarled branches form something like a crown.

Upon making eye contact, Jason was briefly overwhelmed by the interconnectedness of life, a sudden comprehension of the experience of both predator and prey settling into his brain as if it had always been there. Something primal sets his heart pounding as he becomes keenly aware of the blood pumping through his veins. Nothing escapes the circle of life, but people have the privilege of choosing the role we play.

The third is strange in a way that feels like it ought to be familiar. He has odd angles and complex details. Some parts gleam like metal or polished stone. Complex shapes that could be runes, pictographs, or circuitry appear and disappear as the eye's focus shifts. It is difficult to discern where he ends and the jumble of strange mechanisms surrounding him begins.

Upon locking eyes with him, Jason feels like he's being observed and analyzed by something incomprehensible and utterly alien something that shouldn't be so alien to him. He can't shake the feeling of some fast-paced, unstoppable force bearing down on him. Deft hands carefully working miracles with complex tools to modify and create.

It's terrifying. It's entrancing.

But Jason has more immediate problems. Namely, the wound he's bleeding out from. Things are starting to go a little fuzzy.

Then he finds himself scooped up by the first being. He feels so small, cradled by the universe itself as cosmic reassurances wash over him.

The second being approached and pressed something soft over his stab wound, wrapping vines firmly around it to keep the pressure steady. The actions were taken with a practiced sort of efficiency and a startling degree of gentleness.

The third entity fell into lockstep beside the other two as the first carried him away.

...

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were having some much needed cuddle time when some guy appeared out of nowhere and fell onto a pile of cushions not yet incorporated into the pillow fort/nest.

They all stared in surprise for a moment.

The guy seemed oddly dazed. It took a moment to realize that not all of the red on his clothes was supposed to be there.

When the penny dropped, Danny immediately crossed the room and carefully picked the stranger up. "Shit, this doesn't look good. We should take him to Frostbite. He still has a set up for treating humans."

"Let me wrap it first, so he doesn't bleed out before we get there," Sam said.

"Keep a good hold on him," Tucker warned, "The fact that he hasn't reacted much to anything isn't a good sign, and you don't want to drop him if he either goes limp or starts panicking mid-flight."

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere

Nightwing and Red Robin dropped the last of the maniacs who'd attacked their brother after getting every last scrap of information out of them that they could.

They had burst into the building Red Hood's distress beacon had lead them to just in time to see him disappear. Jason's family would not rest until he was safe.

Everyone knows Jason likes Jane Austen and reads romance. Everyone assumes the romance he reads is historical. And some of it is, they're not wrong, but most of what he reads is reverse harem monster fucker smut.

When Red Hood gets sacrificed by a cult during a summoning ritual and the ghost king shows up in all his eldritch glory, Jason has never before been more grateful for his full face mask. He has never blushed so hard in his life. He's the same color as his mask right now, actually. He is way too into the tentacles. Like, way more than he ever thought he'd be. It’s honestly impressive that any blood is managing to leave his body with the way it’s all rushing to his cheeks. He's also about to swoon like one of the heroines in his favorite old bodice rippers. 

That last part probably is the blood loss, though. 

[etherealyoungk]

Hiii This is my first time requesting, ngl I’m abit excited but uhm if you haven’t done one already could I request seventeen members and reader doing face masks or just any late night shenanigans, Thank you so much<3

hi welcome!! this was such a cute idea, they all kinda turned into cute and sweet late night stuff with each member hshs, hope you still like it!!

late night shenanigans with seventeen

tw/cw: mentions of alcohol

❝ seungcheol ❞

━☆ you couldn’t sleep because of the jetlag, tossing and turning in bed. you and seungcheol had come back from a small holiday you took together but the timezone difference and jetlag really got you. you hadn’t eaten dinner yet, still not hungry because of the jetlag. so, when your hunger finally hit, it was 2 am. you sat up, rubbing your stomach to try and soothe the small grumbles that occurred. seungcheol stirred awake next to you and you give him a small apology for waking him up. he doesn’t mind, pulling you back to lie down as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your next, asking what you wanted to eat. you mumble about how you wanted fries and nuggets and he smiles against your neck because he had already guessed. he asks if you wanna go to the 24/7 mcdonalds drive-thru and you nod but also tell him you can go alone if he was sleepy but he’s not having it. “can’t leave you plus it's so late mh”, he mumbles kissing your cheek. you both head to the car, you in your sweats and hoodie. you guys order and sit and when the food comes, the smell of the fries hit you. you take some and eat, sighing in contentment, seungcheol looking at you with a happy smile. you get a mcflurry too and he's appalled that you’re eating the fries and ice cream together going on about how that combination shouldn’t even exist, refusing to try it no matter how much you coax him. finally, you just give up, feeding him a nugget instead.

❝ jeonghan ❞

━☆ you couldn’t sleep, not after watching that creepy movie that jeonghan made you watch with him. you were sitting up in bed, tangled in jeonghan's arms who was awake, sitting up with you. “i know just the thing to help you sleep”, he says with a mischievous grin. “what?”, you ask.” let me tell you a ghost story”, he says. “hannie what no, that is not going to help”, you counter. “shh just listen okay it’s a really good one trust me”, he says. he then proceeds to tell you the story and to be honest, it was really interesting, and soon you found yourself getting sleepy, your eyelids slowly drooping until you were fast asleep against his chest. he smiles to himself once he looks down to see you sleeping, pressing the softest kiss to your head, whispering goodnight.

❝ joshua ❞

━☆ you came home tired and late and you opened the door to see joshua waiting for you on the couch, a book in his hand. he smiles upon seeing you, getting up, and giving you a hug. he helps you change and you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, contemplating if you should do your night skincare routine or just give up and go to sleep because you were really tired. joshua notices you standing zoned out and taps your shoulder. “baby you okay?”, he asks. “yeah, just wondering if i should do my skincare routine tonight or not”, you say softly and he’s immediately offering to help you and do it for you. he makes you sit on the counter top and you guide him about what to put and he gently does it. you decide he could use some spoiling too and grab a sheet mask from the rack, opening it and putting it on his face. “you’ll have glowing skin in the morning”, you say with a gleam on your face as you gently pat the sheet mask on his face.

❝ junhui ❞

━☆ you guys were sitting on the couch late at night when jun had a spontaneous idea to make a blanket fort. so that's how you guys were now trying to make one. You had gotten some blankets and pillows and after some time you finally managed to secure it and be done. You guys crawl in, feeling like children as you look at junhui with a wide smile. he pulls you down with him so you’re lying down and he starts telling you about how he had some childhood memories you listen intently, grateful that he was sharing those moments with you, and you take turns telling a precious childhood memory to each other. you guys later end up falling asleep in the blanket fort.

❝ hoshi ❞

━☆ you guys were making your way home, parting ways with the rest of the members. you and hoshi decided to walk around a bit, the alcohol still buzzing in your system and since you had a lower alcohol tolerance than hoshi, you were definitely tipsier than he was so he held your hand as you walked, telling you to be careful. you spotted one of those photo booths by the corner and dragged hoshi along there going on about how you wanted to take some pictures. you guys enter the booth and your mind is still a bit fuzzy, accidentally pressing the start button when you neither of you were ready *click* so you’re turning around in a hurry trying to get in the photo with hoshi *click* and in the hurry you miss your footing and slip, hoshi catching you in his arms. *click* you look at him as you steady yourself with a frown *click*. “be careful love”, he says, pulling you closer to him, his arm around your waist. you guys decide on some posed and he clicks the start button. you lean in to kiss his cheek *click* and he does the same for the next one *click* you look at each other and burst into laughter *click* you end up squishing his cheeks *click*. It’s only clear in the morning when you look at the photos again how drunk you both were but also how cute those photos turned out, and it was something you were going to treasure a lot.

❝ wonwoo ❞

━☆ if you were anxious and couldn’t sleep, the thoughts eating at you, making your head hurt and heart ache, wonwoo read to you. it always helped you calm down and feel okay. and that’s what he did tonight. you were sitting next to him, his arm wrapped around your waist as you rested your head against his chest and listened to him read. iy usually didn’t matter what he read but just the act of listening to him read, his voice, it somehow helped in slowing down your heart, helping you calm your anxious heart and mind. his voice was soft and gentle and so pleasant to listen to. he’d pause once in a while to look at you, to check up on you before continuing. he reads a few more lines and soon his voice is lulling you to sleep. “do you want me to continue?”, he asks after reading two more pages, turning to look at you, only to see you’re fast asleep on his chest. he looks at you with adoration, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he’ll reach for the blanket which was bunched up around your waist and pull it up, covering you so you would be warm, and wish you that all your worries would disappear for tonight and you would sleep well.

❝ woozi ❞

━☆ you sat with woozi in his studio as he worked on something, trying to finish a demo to show to the rest of the members. you quietly picked up the guitar from the side and held it on your lap, strumming it softly. you didn’t know how to play, just strumming a few strings to see how they sounded. this caught woozi’s attention and soon he was sitting by your side, telling you which cord was which as he tried to teach you. he held yours gently as he guided them to the right chords and nodded with a smile when you strum the right chords. he teaches you a few more chords and when you play them all together all by yourself, he’s looking at you with a proud smile.

❝ minghao ❞

━☆ you were craving something…something sweet. and you needed asap. you glanced at the time and when you saw that it was almost time for the bakery to close, you hurriedly put on a coat, finding minghao in the room and pulling him along with you. you walked together, hand in hand, minghao telling how you should’ve dressed up warmer as he rubbed one of your hands in his since it was like ice. you guys made it in time to the bakery, just in time to secure your favorite cake and you gladly took it, excitement already on your face. you guys found a small bench under the tree nearby and sat, sharing the cake as you exchanged glances at each other. “you always look so happy when you eat this cake”, he saws with a soft smile, as he reaches out to wipe the corner of your lip with his thumb. once the pastry is finished between both you hear the low rumble of thunder and minghao stands up, helping you up too as he says it might end up raining soon and didn’t to get caught in the rain. you walk back together, your arm hooked around him and soon it starts raining and you guys run home, laughing once you finally reach home.

❝ mingyu ❞

━☆ you’re tossing and turning from cramps, not able to sleep and you glance at the time on your phone – 12am. you are on the small light next to your bed and decide to scroll through Instagram, somehow coming under a tag of souffle pancakes and your stomach lets out a low grumble at the craving them. you hear mingyu turn and his hand reaches out for you, looking for you – a habit of his since he loved to cuddle you and sleep. you put your phone down and reach your hand out. he holds it, confused about where the rest of your body is, and opens his eyes slowly. he realizes you must be in pain and sits up asking if you were okay and needed a hot water bottle or pain killers, and when you softly told him you were craving pancakes, who is he to say no. so now you’re in the kitchen, sitting on the counter as mingyu cracks two eggs in a bowl. his hair was messily disheveled, somehow making him look cute. “gyu you can sleep if you need to, i can make them myself”, you say, getting down from the counter, attempting to take the spatula from his hand. “no no i’ll make them for you hm, it’s okay”, he assures, even though you still feel a pang of guilt. he makes you sit on the counter and you watch as he pours the first pancake. you reach for his hand and pull him towards you, engulfing him in a hug, going on about how you were really grateful that he was doing this and again apologizing for waking him up. he’d kiss you, mumbling about how you wouldn’t get any pancakes if you kept saying sorry, giving you one last peck before going to flip the pancake. in the end, you have a stack of delicious pancakes and you eat them happily, mingyu looking at you with the fondest smile on your face as he watches you eat, content just like that.

❝ dokyeom ❞

━☆ maybe you and dokyeom had one too many glasses of wine with dinner and now you had somehow found yourselves playing never have i ever for no reason. being a rather shy, quiet person, you weren’t really one to do wild things so it was quite surprising for you to see dokyeom's fingers go down each time you said something you’ve never done, even if you were making it up. “kyeom come one, you’ve really sneaked out of the dorn?”, you ask. “yeah i mean It’s actually pretty easy”, he says chuckling. it's your turn again and you really didn’t think much before saying this but also you’ve never actually done it. "never have i ever...hm made out with someone”, you say, the words leaving your lips without much thought, dokyeom looking at you quizzically. “what”, he asks. “really?”, he questions and you shly nod. “i think we need to fix that”, he says, coming closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer, making you let out a soft gasp. “do you want to?”, he asks softly, searching your eyes and you nod, managing a soft yes before his lips are on yours and your head is spinning and heart is racing.

❝ seungkwan ❞

━☆ you were sitting in bed, time past 10. you were sick of being home, to be honest. since you were also working from home, you barely stepped out. and you just wanted to do something. so when you saw the movie timings for a late show which would play in a bit, you decided to go with seungkwan. he drove you both there and the movie started, except you weren’t really following the movie and kept asking him questions, seungkwan kept telling you he didn’t make the movie so you should just watch 😭 soon you found yourself leaning towards seungkwan because you were getting bored. you didn’t exactly look up what the movie was about before buying tickets, only wanting to take the chance to step out. “bored?”, he asks, knowing as he laces his hand in yours. “should we go?”, he prompts and you shake your head, wanting to stay. even if you were bored, it was nice to be here with seungkwan. soon the movie ends and the last scene is a kiss with the main characters and you look at seungkwan, pouting your lips ever so slightly so he can kiss you too. “what here? people can see”, he whispers. “there’s literally no one here expect us, and it's dark”, you say. “are you going to kiss me or not”, you add, feigning a fake frown. he gives you that you’re unbelievable but i love you look as he leans in to kiss you.

❝ vernon ❞

━☆ you missed vernon. because of his busy schedule, you rarely had time to meet him this month. so one night, finding yourself missing him a little more than usual, you dial him, forgetting to look at the time. it’s only when you glance at the time and realize how late it is and that he’d probably be asleep. Yyu go to cut the call but it’s too late, he’s already picked up. seeing his face makes you feel better. “hey baby, all okay?”, he asks and you nod. “was just missing you that’s all”, you say and his expression softens. you guys stay on a call like that and catch up, talking late into the night.

❝ dino ❞

━☆ you made sure you’re parents were fast asleep before looking out your window and you saw dino down at your front porch waving as he saw you. you were dating dino but maybe your parents were a little too overprotective of you. but tonight you really wanted to see the firework show that was happening near the river except your parents said no since it was happening so late at night. you were about to sleep when you heard your phone ping, a text from dino.

“look out your window”

you looked out and saw him waving at you. you took your phone and texted him back asking what he was doing here so late.

“come to sneak you away to the firework show”, he said.

“oh my god, you’re unbelievable", you text back.

“if my parents find out, we both are so in for it”, you reply immediately.

“they wont *wink*" he replies making you smile.

so that’s how you were now climbing out your window and going on the roof, making your way to the staircase which was connected outside. he takes your hand and you both jog to the riverside where the show is almost about to start. you reach just in time to see it, watching as they glow in the sky. in all the hurry, you forgot to slip on a jacket but dino came prepared, taking off his jacket and slipping it on your shoulders. you sit down on the grass lean your head on his shoulder, thanking him and also going on about how this was your first time sneaking out, excitement and adrenaline buzzing through you. once it’s over, dino makes sure to drop you back home safely, pressing a kiss to your lips, not wanting to let go but also knowing it was late and you were probably tired too. he gives you one last kiss before you go and you climb up back to your room again, blowing one last air kiss to him, he holds a hand to his heart dramatically, making you chuckle at his antics.

-

©️ etherealyoungk / please don't copy, or translate my works in any shape, form or manner without my permission

[hintofelation99]

Do you know of any sick Batfamily headcanons? Cos I'd swear you've done some but I can't find them

I do! It is here, (also I think I have another bc I swear I've written something about the batgirls being sick) but let's update it a little. I still stand by the orignal stuff (mostly, contradictions are possible), most of the bats pretend to be fine when sick and will ignore an illness until they can't anymore and Dick definitely acts dramatic when he has minor illnesses. But there's more to be said, so here's the original plus some.

[Note: The old stuff is in purple, new is black]

Dick Grayson

The less severe the illness the more dramatic he is

Small cold? It’s the end of the world, nothing can save him

Life threatening illness? It’s fine, everything is fine, he’ll quadruple flip it off

Babs

"Leave me alone Bruce, I'm fine"

"No I don't need any goddamn help, do I look like I need help?" She says aggressively while definitely needing help.

Claims that Oracle can still operate if Babs is sick but then accidentally gives the bats the wrong info.

Jason Todd

“I’m not sick, zombies can’t get sick”

Cranky

“I don’t want any goddamn soup Roy”

Cass:

She was raised to be a weapon and only recently found a loving family, so at first she didn't realize that she was allowed to be sick or allowed to take a break

One time she does get really sick and Bruce lectures her on knowing her limits (like a hypocrite) and that's when she realizes that she can take time to recover if/when she's sick

After that lecture she becomes one of the only bats to willingly take sick days, and she encourages others to do the same

Tim Drake

He doesn’t get sick because getting sick would make him a burden to others, right?

But being real he’s missing his spleen, he gets sick relatively frequently

But he hides illnesses at all costs

Steph:

Like most bats Steph isn't keen on taking a sick day, however she is much more reasonable and realizes that they are necessary sometimes

Steph does like taking a proper sick day and helping others take proper sick days, to her this means chicken noodle or tomato soup, grilled cheese, blankets, pillow forts, classic horror movies, all of it

Everyone wants to have Steph with them on their sick day and because of this Steph ends up getting sick almost as often as Tim

Duke:

Duke is the one who calls others out when they go out while sick, like he has no mercy and will just expose them to everyone

Because of this everyone tries to call Duke out for patrolling while sick, thethe only problem is that he doesn't patrol while sick bc he has common sense

One time Jason was about to call Duke out for patrolling while sick when Duke just stopped and went, "If you guys are good I'm gonna head back early, I think I'm getting sick" and left

Damian Wayne

“Sickness is got for inferior beings”

“I do not require bed rest”

Will continue training until he passes out

[iyumeu]

Pillow Fort Movie Time! - with the Brothers

After begging, pleading, wheedling, and scoring As for all your tests, Lucifer had finally given in and allowed you to use the House of Lamentation's common area one (1) time to do whatever you wanted.

And you wanted to build a pillow fort.

However! You were not content with just a pillow fort. No. You wanted a Cinema Pillow Fort: large, extravagant, and with a television you could watch a movie on.

And so you went to Mammon, knowing that he had a large flat-screen television hoarded somewhere within his room that he wasn't using at all.

⭒☆━━━━━━━⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝━━━━━━━☆⭒

> When you asked Mammon for the television, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it at first. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny and it was fragile!

> However, after telling him what you wanted to do with it and inviting him along (because he would be part of your pillow fort movie party. C'mon. He never leaves you alone and it'll be better to invite him rather than have him try to squeeze his way in. Inviting him would make him feel wanted and you definitely wanted him there!), he had blushed and said that it wasn't that he wanted to help you, but you had asked and he just so happened to be free so he would help you set up both the television and the fort! But he wasn't being nice! He was just... making sure that your pillow fort didn't suck! Because he'd be in there too! (Because he was your first! Your man!) And he didn't want to be in a pillow fort that sucked!

> Mammon had no idea what a pillow fort was. But he wasn't going to tell you that.

> He plugged up the television and hung up the canopy of the pillow fort, layering the blankets and cloth (and why had Mammon been hoarding so much good cloth?) and attaching them to the part of the ceiling where Lucifer usually strung him from so they were nice and secure.

> Your excitement and joy was rubbing off of him and he found himself looking forward to seeing the end result of the pillow fort the two of you were building together.

> Meanwhile you placed some futons and thin mattresses — whatever you had lying around, really — on the ground before covering them up with a few layers of plush and fluffy blankets for the base of the pillow fort.

This was when Belphegor trailed down the stairs, sleepily rubbing at his eye with one hand and holding his pillow in the other, pausing in his step when he saw caught sight of the utter mess you and Mammon had turned the common area to.

⭒☆━━━━━━━ʕ -ᴥ-ʔ━━━━━━━☆⭒

> Belphegor's first thought was honestly to just leave you guys be. It looked like more trouble than it was worth and he couldn't really muster up the energy for it.

> But then you smiled at Mammon so openly and so sweetly, thanking him for his help, that Belphegor suddenly sound himself standing next to you, arms around you and his chin resting on your head.

> "MC... what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Mammon's demands for him to keep his hands to himself.

> "I'm building a pillow fort!"

> Despite having a demon hanging off of you, you move with a practiced ease as you shifted the futons and mattresses around to ensure that there were neither bumps nor gaps in your base.

> With a similarly practiced ease, Belphie nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder.

> "What's a pillow fort?"

> You briefly explain to Belphie what a pillow fort was (pretending to ignore how Mammon listened in on the conversation as well): a construction made out of blankets, pillows, and other soft material resembling a sort of den or nest. It was supposedly very comfortable and cozy.

> This piqued Belphegor's interest. He asks if he can help. He wants to be praised too, like how you praised Mammon.

> You tell him to bring all the pillows he's willing to part with. This was something he could do. He had a lot of pillows, after all, and he would ask Beel to help him drag them all down.

> While Belphegor went to retrieve his pillows, you already had a few beanbags chairs that you bought specifically for this day that you placed around the fort. You piled your pillows together with them to create a few sizeable and steady piles to either lean back or bury yourself in.

Eventually, Beelzebub came down the stairs along with Belphegor, arms pull of pillows and cushions.

⭒☆━━━━━━━ᙙᙖ━━━━━━━☆⭒

> After setting down the pillows and watching Belphegor lie face first into a pile and fall asleep, Beelzebub's attention was immediately drawn to the pile of snacks you had set aside for your movie night.

> First, there were the snacks you had specifically imported from the human realm. Popcorn with various flavors, marshmallows, potato chips, ice cream... you even got yourself two buckets of cotton candy!

> Apart from those, you had spent the day cooking large servings of mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and warm soup (in a thermos!). You had also baked cookies and although half of them "mysteriously" disappeared when you were cooling them, you still had quite a sizeable serving left.

> Why did you have so much food? Because you planned ahead of course! From the very beginning, you knew that even though pillow fort movie night was something you planned for yourself, your wonderful, beloved, amazing, clingy demonic housemates would somehow become a part of it.

> The only thing you weren't sure was the number of demons joining you.

> It didn't matter though, considering Beelzebub was here.

> You had to stand between Beelzebub and the food, sternly holding your ground and talking him down. It was an extremely difficult endeavor, considering the lethality of Beelzebub's puppy eyes, but you pulled through. Just barely.

> You lied. You gave Beel the mashed potatoes.

> When you noticed that Beelzebub was still eyeing the rest of your food, you firmly told him that the food was saved for your movie night and that if he wanted to eat it, he had to wait until then.

> "When will movie night start?" he asked.

> "When the pillow fort is set up," you replied.

> +1 helper, get!

> He helped with most of the heavy lifting, bringing the high-backed dining chairs to act as boundary wall for the fort, tying the blankets to them.

> Your pillow fort was taking shape!

> However, it seemed a little too dark. You had completely forgotten to order the fairy lights you planned to use as mood lighting. Thankfully, you know someone who definitely had what you were looking for.

⭒☆━━━━━━━₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥━━━━━━━☆⭒

When you knocked on Asmodeus' door to get some of his charmed candles (spelled to keep the flame to themselves! no more burns! no more accidental fires! no more fire hazards! get yours from akuzon now, for only—), he demanded to know what it was for.

> "Is it for a date? A candlelit dinner, maybe?" Asmodeus sidled up next to you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and snuggling close. "Or perhaps to set a romantic, sensual mood for certain... activities?"

> Was it just you or was Asmodeus' grip getting tighter?

> "Since when did you get a paramour anyway," he pouted. "I thought we were friends? Close friends, even! We're supposed to tell each other our secrets!"

> "It's for my pillow fort," you answered. "I'm making one downstairs with Mammon, Belphie, and Beel. You're welcome to join if you want to."

> "I'd love to join!" Asmodeus let go of your arm to grab his candles. "Scented or non-scented?"

> "Non-scented please, we'll be eating snacks while we watch the movie."

> Asmodeus gasped. "A movie? We're going to have a movie date? Ooh, I want to sit next to you! Can I?"

> "Uhhh, I don't mind, but the others might—"

> "It's settled!"

> Asmodeus looked so happy that you decided that you had to make space for him by your side, even if you were faced with ten thousand puppy eyes.

Just then, you saw that Leviathan's door was open and he was looking at the both of you with a pinched expression on his face.

⭒☆━━━━━━━～>º˵)ニニニニ>━━━━━━━☆⭒

> When he realized that you were looking at him, he panicked.

> "MC!!" he blurted out. "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

> His face was flushed red but you noticed that his gaze was still enviously fixed onto you and Asmodeus.

> "Do you want to join us in the pillow fort as well?" you offered. Levi's face turned redder and his grip on the door tightened. Ahh Levi, you're warping the wood.

> "I don't need to join in on your normie activities!" he spat out and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, I don't need to, but I don't mind it! Since you've asked, I suppose I can join in on your movie night and pillow fort!"

> "You don't have to if you don't want to," you said. Half of you was trying to be nice. The other half just wanted to see Levi flustered. You couldn't help yourself. A flustered Levi was a cute Levi!

> Levi mumbled something under his breath. You blinked and leaned in closer.

> "What did you say?"

> "I said I want to!"

> You grinned at him and discovered a brand new shade of red.

> You reached out to link your arms with Asmodeus and Levi.

> "C'mon, let's get back down. The pillow fort should almost be done by now!"

> "Oh right MC," Asmodeus suddenly said. "I've been meaning to ask; what exactly is a pillow fort?"

> "..."

When you were done explaining to Asmodeus and Levi the intricacies of building the Ideal Pillow Fort, you saw Satan standing in the common area, looking curiously at the fort.

⭒☆━━━━━━━(=🝦 ༝ 🝦=)━━━━━━━☆⭒

> You swear, if you had to explain what a pillow fort was one more time—

> "Hello MC, is this... a blanket fort?" Satan asked.

> Oh thank god.

> Or the devil?

> Religion is hard when you're in hell.

> "Yes! I call it a pillow fort but blanket fort is one of its names as well."

> "I see."

> Satan had come across blanket forts — or pillow forts, as MC called them — before in some of the human romance novels he's read. Usually they were used during terribly intimate moments between the romantic leads, or between two very close friends.

> Huddling together and trading hushed whispers, intertwined fingers and shoulders brushing against each other, a small part of Satan has always wanted to try it out with someone.

> Try it out with you, you, it could only be you.

> But he hadn't known how to make a blanket fort and if he were every to do something like that with you, he would want it to be perfect.

> He couldn't find any books on the subject of making blanket forts either so he eventually gave up on his fantasy.

> But now, here it was. The blanket fort.

> It was a little bigger than how he imagined it to be, but it was fine.

> There were also more people compared to how things were in his fantasy but that was also fine.

> He took careful notes in his head. Next time, he would be able to replicate a blanket fort and hopefully you would be willing to share it with him.

> "Would you like to join in?" you asked because Satan was really eyeing the pillow fort with a strange intensity.

> "If you don't mind," Satan replied with a smile.

It was just then that Lucifer came home.

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> "When you said that you wanted free reign over the common area, this was not what I had in mind," Lucifer commented.

> "Haha," you said. And because you already had like six out of seven of the brothers agreeing to join you in your fort, you decided to test your chances with Lucifer. After all, it would suck for him to feel left out. "We're all gonna watch a movie together, would you like to watch with us?"

> There was a long pause as Lucifer looked at you, at the pillow fort, at his brothers, and then at his suitcase.

> Just as you were sure that Lucifer was going to turn down your invitation, he sighed and gave you a small smile.

> Tiny, miniscule, microscopic softening of the eyes, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was a smile.

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> It took a while but eventually you all got yourself settled into the pillow fort. It wasn't a very tight fit, but it certainly was cozy with your clingy demon housemates squeezed tight all around you.

> Each of them had to have a part of their body touching yours, like you were their life source and it brought back memories to the time you went to the beach and, in the hotel, they all formed a circle around you to sleep like some sort of deranged ritual.

> Still, they wouldn't be your beloved demon housemates without all their oddities and quirks and you love them all dearly for it.

> It also helps that not all of them ran hot; some of them actually ran cold so you didn't have to worry about getting overheated anytime soon.

> Anyway, you were comfortable and once you made sure everyone else was too, you loaded your movie and hit play.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die—"

[heezoneie]

Enhypen: when you wake them up just to say "I love you"

i love this one 🥺! thank you for the request! <3

group: enhypen

member: all

genre: the fluffiest

word count: 1.5k

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Heeseung: You had just gotten home from a long day at school/work, and all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend and eat some food. As you set your stuff down, you looked around noticing your boyfriend was no where to be seen. You looked at the time on your watch: 8:30 pm. “It’s not that late,” you thought. Making your way to your shared bedroom, you saw the door slightly ajar. You quietly pushed opened the door and walked in to see your boyfriend passed out in the middle of the bed. Smiling fondly, you walked up to Heeseung. His adorable face was squished against the pillow, and to you that was the best sight ever. After admiring Heeseung for a little, you went to put on some more comfortable clothes for the night. You crawled into bed and snuggled up to Heeseung. His eyes fluttered open. “Hi baby,” He said with a raspy voice. Looking at him, your eyes held nothing but pure adoration for him. “Hey,” you whispered. He put his face in the crook of your neck, “When did you get home?” “Just now, you look so cute while you sleep,” you mused. He buried his face deeper as heat rose to his cheeks. A comfortable silence fell, and neither of you wanted to leave your current position. “I love you,” You said with sincerity. Heeseung’s eyes met with yours, and he leaned in to connect your lips. “I love you too.”

Jay: The journey home was long. Sitting in the back of the travel van, Jay rested on your shoulder. You had your earbuds in, listening to whatever shuffled through your playlists. While one hand was latched with Jay’s, you used the other to adjust the air to make sure it wasn’t too cold for him. The passing lights mixed with the moon beams cascaded onto your boyfriends face. You didn’t think it was possible for someone to look so ethereal. Even though he wasn’t all dressed up as he normally is, you couldn’t have been more in love. His dark hair falling over his forehead perfectly, while his body was covered in a simple sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. You were truly in love. You began to pepper kisses lightly over his face. Lifting his head up, he looked at you with droopy eyes. “How did i get so lucky?” You said without thinking. A blush found it’s way to the tips of his ears and cheeks. “Honey....” He trailed off, taken back from just waking up. It wasn’t very often Jay got flustered like this. You decided to take it to your advantage. “I’m so in love with you, I don’t think you understand.” Jay could see the genuine glint of love in your eyes. “I love you too, honey.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, leaving you falling deeper in love with the boy in front of you.

Jake: The sun was beginning to set, the purple and pink hues in the sky slowly dissipating into the twinkling black night. Your head rested on Jake’s chest as you two stared at the stars. It was a normal thing for you two to go stargazing. There was something so special and intimate about the moments that only you, Jake, and the stars would ever know about. The countless kisses and jokes made under the stars were something that you couldn’t replace with anything else. You had been rambling about a possible shooting star, when you noticed Jake’s breathing had gotten heavier and slower. You looked up from you position on his chest, to see your amazing boyfriend illuminated by stars. The shine of moonlight graced his face like a painting made by the most exquisite of artists. Every detail of him made you fall deeper and deeper into him. Moving some hair out of his eyes, you whispered, “I love you, so much. I’ll never be able to express how much Jake.” His mouth curved up into his heart-melting smile. “I’m glad we feel the same way angel.”

Sunghoon: Curled up under blankets, you and Sunghoon’s eyes were glued to the tv in font of you. You guys were having your annual movie night. Typically, it would be loud, as the other boys join you, but tonight they were all busy doing who knows what. Of course, neither you nor Sunghoon were complaining, this just meant more alone time. With their comeback happening, you and Sunghoon haven’t been able to be alone, him doing show after show, stage after stage. Being the supportive s/o you were, you made sure not to complain, all you wanted was to see your boy happy. You began to notice how Sunghoon’s eyes started to get heavier, trying to stay awake for you. You slowly reached your hand to his head, tangling your fingers in his soft hair. After his eyes finally shut, you placed a kiss on his head, “I love you Hoonie.” Too tired to make coherent words, Sunghoon snuggled impossibly closer as to return the gesture.

Sunoo: The sounds of the rain and the soft music leaving the speaker filled the silence of the room. The space illuminated by the candles lit on the bedside table. Even though it was a rainy and cold day, you couldn’t help but relish in the time you were being granted with Sunoo. You both were cuddled together under the fluffy comforter in his bed. You two had been in his room for the past couple hours, hiding from his fellow members, and cherishing being with each other. The day consisted of you two whispering sweet little words and playful cuddles, falling deeper in love. You did whatever you could to make sure you got see the beautiful smile that could easily put any diamonds or gems to shame. After deciding to rest, Sunoo fell asleep rather quickly, leaving you time to admire his features. A quiet “I love you,” slipped past your lips and into his ears. Despite being in dreamland, he still heard you. Mumbling a sleepy, “I love you too,” Sunoo’s grasp on you tightened. Smiling softly at the sight, you laid your head down and followed him into a deep sleep.

Jungwon: Gathering every pillow in sight, you and Jungwon began to build the most epic pillow fort anybody could have seen. Laughing amongst yourselves, the other members helped bring you guys blankets for your little fort. After about an hour of trial and error, you both finally were able to find a sturdy way to keep your fort from falling. Setting up extra blankets and pillows, you both cocooned yourselves together in the fort. A laptop sitting in the middle of the fort played a movie, which helped give some light in your otherwise dark space. Adjusting to a more comfortable position, you and Jungwon tangled your legs together. Your head in the crook of his neck, and his own resting over top yours. Jungwon soon fell asleep, unbeknownst to you. Hearing some mumbling coming from the boy, you assumed he was still awake. Some more incoherent words fell from his lips, and you decided to speak up, “Wonie? I can’t understand what your saying.” Lifting your head, you looked at his sleeping face. As you did so, his words began to get more clearer, “I love you...” A blush formed on your cheeks, and you laid your head back down. “I love you too, Wonie.”

Ni-ki: Riki had come to spend the day with you at your house, as he had time away from the company. He arrived at your house around lunchtime, with a bag of food he picked up on his way over. After eating the food, you both retreated to your living room to hang out. “We should play Just Dance,” Riki said looking over to you. “Nooo, you know your gonna beat me. You have an unfair advantage.” You huffed. Chuckling, he stood up to turn on the game system anyways. He walked back over to where to sat on the couch, and handed you a controller. “Get up, we are gonna have fun. If it makes you feel better we can do the team setting so you are guaranteed to do good.” He offered. Deciding to participate, you stood up. “Fine, but ONLY if we do teams.” Smiling, he pulled you to the middle of the room and you two began your Just Dance marathon. After a couple of hours, you both collapsed on the couch, Riki on top of you. “Wow, i’m so tired after that. I feel like i just ran 80 miles.” Laughing at your statement, Riki found himself falling asleep rather quickly to the feeling of your hand running through his hair. Feeling his breathe even out, you whispered a quiet “I love you,” in his ear. “I love you too,” he whispered back. After some time, you realized you were both sweaty, “Riki, we both need to go take showers.” As he lifted his head, you saw a mischievous smile on his face. Looking at him questionably, his hands rose to your sides and began tickling you. It was safe to say neither of you got to take a shower for a while.

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Love to the Rescue

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,307

Summary: You go on a bad blind date, but Bucky saves the day! 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Bucky Barnes character appreciation day and choose your own Bucky! So I decided to combine a few of my favs: beefy, protective, extra soft and sweet, slightly jealous and perfect Bucky! Is that enough? haha My lovely friend Mina @lookiamtrying sent in this beautiful request that worked perfectly! Thank you love❤Hope you all enjoy! Thank you so very much for reading! ❤❤❤

Warnings: teensy angst because Matt from accounting sucks, sweet, soft, protective, beefy and perfect Bucky, HAPPIEST endings! 

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Bucky whips his head around at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Huh?” he asks, clearly confused.

“If you’re gonna stare that long why don’t you just take a picture,” Sam laughs, cocking his head in your direction.

You’re standing by the elevator with Nat who is doing some last-minute touch ups on your light make up and fixing your hair. “There. Beautiful as always,” she says, kissing your cheek and shooing you away. “Have fun!”

“Why would I take a picture? Isn’t that creepy?” Bucky asks quietly, still staring at you.

Sam chuckles and slaps him on the back. “Forget it old man. You’re already creepy!”

Bucky scoffs and waits for the elevator doors to close before calling Nat over.

“Where is she going? he asks, his eyes giving too much away.

“Pepper set her up with Matt from accounting. Smart guy. Seems nice,” Nat explains with a bored tone.

“Oh,” is all Bucky replies with before getting up and walking to his room.

When you get to the restaurant you text Matt and let him know you’ve arrived. The hostess smiles and asks if you want to sit to which you agree. You peruse the menu and try to decide on a wine. Ten minutes pass and no reply text from Matt.

You send a second text asking if he’s ok but after another 5 minutes still nothing. The waiter comes over and asks if you’d like to order a drink. You decline and tell him you’re waiting for someone.

By the time 30 minutes passes and you’ve received no replies you feel thoroughly embarrassed and try to get up and leave as discreetly as possible. You explain to the hostess that your date had to cancel and you’re sorry.

The pitying look she gives you makes your heart sink, and you rush outside, calling Pepper and telling her what happened. She’s less than thrilled and sends the car to pick you up.

When you arrive back at the compound Pepper greets you with a hug, apologizing profusely for making a poor choice. You tell her not to worry and head upstairs, feeling your stomach grumble and hoping you can find some food.

The common room is quiet other than the low sound of the TV. You see Bucky sprawled out on the couch with the remote resting on his broad chest. You give him a small wave and turn to the fridge, hiding in the cold confines because naturally it’s at this moment you can no longer hold back the tears.

You don’t know how long you’re in there before the soft sound of Bucky’s voice alerts you to his closeness.

“Are you ok doll face?” he asks, resting a gentle hand on your back.

You stay in there a moment longer and try to sniffle quietly, wiping away a stray tear.

Clearing your throat, you stand but don’t turn his way and walk to the cabinets.

“I’m fine, thanks Buck,” you assure him, but your voice is shaky.

The tears well in your eyes and the dam breaks, your shoulders slumping under the weight.

“Hey. Hey doll. Come here,” he says softly, turning you around.

He doesn’t ask any questions, just pulls you into his arms and holds you against his chest. You shake with your sobs and fist your hands into his soft shirt. He rubs your back soothingly and you start to calm down, your tears finally drying.

“Ok. Who do I have to stab?” he asks with a sideways smile.

You let out a giggle sob into his chest before looking up with wet lashes.

“Matt from accounting please,” you tell him.

His jaw clenches and his grip on you tightens, his words coming out low and dangerous. “What happened baby girl?”

“Matt stood me up! I sat alone for thirty damn minutes waiting for him! He didn’t even have the decency to reply to my texts!” you snap.

“I’m gonna pay him a visit,” he growls. “But not now. Now I’m going to take care of you,” he says much more sweetly. “Why don’t you go change and get comfortable and meet me back here in a few minutes?”

You nod, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you Bucky.”

“Of course, baby doll,” he says, wiping your cheeks of stray tears. “See you in a few.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before gently shooing you away.

You get to your room and rest your back against the door, your fingertips lightly touching the spot he kissed.

When you walk back into the common room you see Bucky standing over the couch, doing his best to position some pillows and a blanket.

“Need some help Buck?” you ask with a small giggle.

“Nah. Just about done, but thanks doll,” he answers. “Come here.”

You walk over to him and take in the scene before you. He made the couch like a small pillow fort and got your favorite blanket out. He has a steaming cup of your favorite tea waiting on the coffee table along with a plate of the macarons you love. He even grabbed your book as well as the remote in case you want to watch a movie.

“So, I think I have everything we need here,” he says, looking it all over before bringing his gaze to you. “Oh wait!” he chimes, pulling off his Henley. He holds it out to you. “In case you get cold.”

You stand there and look between Bucky and all your favorite comforting things and you feel the first fresh tear roll down your cheek.

Bucky immediately takes you in his arms. “What happened? What did I do?” he asks, worry lacing his tone. “I’ll fix it. I promise!”

You squeeze him tightly and rest your chin on his chest. “It’s not that at all Buck. It’s just. This. It’s so amazing and perfect and I feel so much better. I’m just emotional,” you explain with a sniffle. “Thank you.”

With another kiss to the corner of your mouth he plops down onto the couch and takes you with him, pulling you under his arm and covering you with the blanket.

“What should we start with?” he asks with a sweet smile.

“Bucky?” you ask quietly.

“Yea baby girl? What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours? Talk to me,” he says calmly.

“Why are you doing all this?” you ask, dropping your eyes.

Metal fingers grasp your chin as he lifts your head. “Because I want to. I hate to see you upset and I want to make you happy.”

You start to open your mouth to question him again, but he silences you with the soft press of his lips. You immediately melt into him, snaking your arms around his neck and falling into his lap. He carefully lays you down on the couch, cradling the back of your neck and parting your lips with his tongue.

You throw your leg over his and move closer. When you finally come up for air you sigh happily as he traces your swollen lips with his thumb.

“Does that answer your question better? he whispers against your lips.

You slowly nod and snuggle closer, smelling his shirt and giggling when his body starts to shake with laughter.

“Did you just smell me?” he asks, nuzzling your neck.

“I did! I’ve been wanting to for so long!” you confess, inhaling again.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, tone serious. “You can smell all my shirts as much as you want if you let me take you out on a proper date. And not just one. I want to be the only guy taking you out.”

You smile for the first time all night. “I love this deal Bucky.”

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