#i laughed too hard once and it alerted them 😭

[nexus-nebulae]

ok i get that people will have sex in some weird places both irl and in fiction but when a show has two characters trying to fuck in a hospital i cannot suspend my disbelief whatsoever bc when i was in the hospital any time my heart rate went Slightly above average a nurse would be in my room within minutes, if they've got a character hooked up to a heart monitor they'd notice that shit immediately

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

I don't know if you've done this or one terribly similar, but what about a full hc or drabble for julian with an MC who gets wrist tendonitis? they draw and/or write frequently, but they're unable to do either of their hobbies for at least a week while they wait for their arm to heal, and they keep being woken up early due to severe pain.

Yes, I recently had to deal with this 😭 and it made me think of a certain doctor

The Arcana Drabbles: Julian when MC gets tendonitis

Waking up before the sun has made its way into the sky when you didn't plan to is not very fun. Waking up because you're in pain is considerably worse, and not being able to fall back asleep is downright miserable.

Julian, for once, is fast asleep and completely oblivious to the cares and worries of the world. The constant throbbing radiating along your arm seems to subside for a split second as you take him in, rumpled curls spilling across his pillow, expressive brows relaxed and smooth, auburn stubble decorating his sharp jaw as the occasional satisfying snore reverberates through his hooked nose. You stare a little too long.

"Nguh - huh? Wha? Ah - Hello, m'dear." And there are those bleary grey eyes, gazing lovingly at you through the fog of a rare deep sleep.

"Hello," you tell him, and then, "You should go back to sleep."

It's too late. He's already shuffling up onto one elbow, sleep shirt slipping further open as he looks down at you with a little more awareness. Even his red eye looks soft like this.

"And what's keeping you from sleep?" His forehead crinkles as he takes in your grimace, gaze zeroing in on the awkward positioning of your arm. "Oh dear. You're in a great deal of pain, aren't you?"

You're getting ready to protest, but he's already jostling the mattress as he fumbles out of bed and rounding the bottom of it to stand at your side. "Allow your personal physician to see to your worries, will you? I can promise you the - ah - the most excellent care this side of the Strait."

You nod, already feeling relief from the ever-cool, gentle pressure of his fingers on your wrist. "Tell me if this pains you."

He's methodical, somehow able to scrutinize every detail of your arm and expression despite being half-awake as takes your hand in his. He bends the joints of your elbow and fingers first, lightly pressing at the tissue around them to test their tenderness, before making his way to your wrist and hissing sympathetically when a slight nudge makes your face crinkle up. "Ah - I'm so sorry, my dear, I didn't mean to hurt you."

He leans forward to press a stubbly, scratchy kiss to your forehead and straightens to leave the room. "I'll be right back."

Less than five minutes later, a much more alert Julian is perched on the bed and carefully wrapping your wrist where it lies in his lap. "Do want it tighter? Looser?"

"It's just right." He shoots you another small smile as he ties it off, the compression doing wonders for your angry tendons. The cooling salve underneath tingles deliciously on your overheated skin.

"Better?"

"Much." You answer, the receding pain giving way to a mighty yawn. You really didn't mean to wake up this early. Your partner brings his bare hand to his face to stifle his own responding yawn.

Moments later, he lurches back with a startled yelp.

"Julian?"

"Ah - the cooling salve, it got on my face - one moment while I -"

He goes to wipe his fingers off on his trouser leg, but being in only his sleep shirt, it winds up on his bare thigh instead. It's a little hard not to laugh when your beloved, intelligent doctor is dancing around your bedroom in woolen socks and a sleep shirt to the sound of his own hissed curses.

"Hells, that's powerful stuff!"

"Are you coming back to bed, Julian?"

"Do you want this all over you?"

His incredulous exclamation is the last thing you get as he whisks out of the room to wash off. You know he'll be back in five minutes, damp and sheepish and ready to lie back down even if he won't be able to sleep. Maybe waking up several hours before you meant to isn't as miserable as you you thought it would be.

[daphwritesworld]

"Her little angel would never think of something so fit for a punishment" OH KEIRA, SHE DEFINITELY WOULD

Miss ma'am wants to be fucked in every sense of the word, she'd do anything to have her girls be ruining her

"They haven't gotten to that point yet" I'm so obsessed with the idea of Leah being punished by Keira for the first time 😭 Leah would 100% act all tough and insistent that Keira 'can try all you want but do you really think I'm gonna lay down and take it? I think fucking not.'

Spoiler alert, she does. Takes a little breaking down but Leah finds it so hot when Keira is rough with her.

-🧠

oh she definitely would, but this still so fresh Keira really thinks R plays an innocent part in all of this. she really thinks Leah crawled into bed and seduced R. she has no clue it was R who pressed her ass back against Leah and initiated things. Leah was just pressing kisses across her shoulders. an innocent task that Keira herself had tasked her with— oh but R had to be a little slut and tease Leah. and doing it while wearing those thin little pajama shorts with the watching tank top? yeah it was doomed from the start.

that’s why Leah made her record, as a punishment of her own. told her “nuh-uh. i’m not touching this pussy until you hit record. be a good girl and show Keira how hard i can make her pretty little girlfriend cum.”

but FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!! i can imagine it’s not too long after they all become an official couple— a few weeks at the longest. because Leah is always pushing Keira’s buttons and using R to do it. Keira can see the way Leah’s corrupting their sweet sub of a girlfriend has to put het food down. because R sees the way Leah gets away with shit and thinks she can do the same— but that ends tonight.

Keira probably goes to take a shower by herself while R is making dinner and Leah is taking a nap on the couch. she’s not even gone 15 minutes, but that’s allll the time those two need. because when Keira retreats back downstairs in her comfy clothes and wet hair she walks into the kitchen only to be filled with anger. bc there is R bent over the counter with Leah behind her— the smell of burnt food still lingering even after Leah had moved the pan. i bet it takes all of 10 seconds for Keira to have both of them by the hair— dragging them back up stairs until they reach the bedroom. Leah’s motormouth running a hundred miles a minute as she struggled against Keira’s grip.

“Let go of me you fucking twat! i think you’ve got me confused with y/n— because i’m not your bitch you get to boss around!”

and oh that makes Keira chuckle darkly. she throws them both down on the bed as she crawls on top of Leah to keep her pinned there. then she turns her head to look at R and gives her a nod towards the closet, “Get my ropes for me, baby.” and oh R follows every little command right now. oh she wants to see where this goes. Leah getting punished instead of her? oh she’ll gladly turn into Keira’s little helper for that.

“you’ve lost your fucking mind if you think i’m laying down and taking it!” and this next part is really what gets her in trouble, “especially from you!” and oh she keeps going to. running her mouth with venom spitting off of her tongue.

and Keira just laughs as she secured the knots into place as she ties Leah down and immobilizes her. Keira’s head would once again turn to R’s direction. and this whole time she’s been sat on her knees, hands folded in her lap waiting on instructions. just like Keira’s trained her— so she lets her have a kiss. the first once given since this whole debacle started. “now go get my cock for me, love.” and R hesitates a little before she gets up, “uhh which one?”

“the purple one.” aka the biggest one Keira owns.

“oh you’ve really lost your bloody mind—” but she gets cut off when Keira shoves R’s soaked panties into her mouth as a gag.

“brats don’t get to talk. now shut up and let me stretch this pussy out,” and then she’s letting two of her fingers slip into Leah the same as she had done to R earlier.

“and you” Keira turns back towards R. “don’t even think about touching yourself. i’ll deal with you when i’m done with this one. she’s got a few lessons to learn tonight,” and then she landing a slap down onto Leah’s inner thigh with her free hand that isn’t buried inside her cunt.

uh annnnnyywaaays i’ll go more into detail about this later but 🤭 had to write a lil something as soon as i saw this hehe

[alaskan-wallflower]

Ok I’m trying to think of some fluffy stuff

• the gang all trust each other so much that they’ve almost all fallen asleep on all of each other at some point. It means a lot for them tbh since people like Johnny and Dally, even Steve, have to be alert a lot of the time, so them being vulnerable with the gang really shows their trust

• just picture Darry teaching everyone how to swim and whoever is afraid/isn’t a good swimmer just clinging to him like a wet cat

• Soda is such a sleepy snuggler, if he’s getting tired he’ll cling to whoever is closest. Everyone has had to deal with a clingy Soda at least once, Darry and Pony are the biggest victims at home and Steve has to deal with it everyday at work but they don’t mind because Soda is just adorable and precious when he’s sleepy

• once Pony was sick but Darry and Soda couldn’t get off work so Two-Bit watched him and Darry came home to Pony bundled up on the couch and Two-Bit cooking soup and cleaning the kitchen like a housewife wearing a kiss the cook apron. He laughed so hard he cried but he was actually extremely grateful

• they’re all just so touchy and affectionate. More often than not it’s mainly wrestling, shoulder squeezes, stuff like that but also lots of hair ruffles, arms around shoulders or waists, lots of hugs :)

• idk if this is canon or not but Darry will just pick anyone up and move them out of the way. They’re all so used to it by now even Johnny doesn’t even flinch when he feels Darry just hoist him up and out of the way like a ragdoll

• all ticklish. All instigators. No one is safe

I hope these were fluffy and fun ❤️🎞️

awwwww! these are all so cute 😭😭 i love the fact that even johnny doesn’t flinch at them, it’s so cute 🥺 i love these fools-also dart kits being a rock for people who don’t like the water is so real. i wanna cling to him, i just know he would be sooooo warm too, ugh, i wanna cuddle him :/

these are genuinely so so cute :(

[sunny-ssunset]

Tweek x reader coworkers au?? Maybe college age as well?? (Also tysm you for all of your content:))

Y/n's coffee catastrophe!

Tweek Tweak x GN! Coworker!College Au! Reader

Divider by some random website on google 😭

Masterlist!

Y/n's first day on the job! I mean how could it possibly go wrong?

♡Thank you so much!!!! My works are usually aged up to any age over 18 and you can imagine whatever makes you comfortable (except highschool au, and they are 18 year old seniors anyways) I'll try to incorporate college into it lol. I've tried writing this in a different perspective than i usually do, Idk if it will work but please let me know, If you imagined something a bit different let me know and i can write something else lol

First day on the job!!! My first proper job!! I hope i'm good, i mean i cant remember the last time i made a coffee. Actually i dont think i have ever made a coffee. Wait come to think of it why did they hire me? Maybe Its because all i have to do is make coffee, how hard can that be pfft-

"Are you the new kid? We could use you over here. Tweek show them what to do." Said a tall brunette dude, he must be the manager i guess??? or maybe that blonde guy is the manager? or his he too youn- "H-Hey! New guy!" Oh shit the twitchy blonde guy called me over, He must be tweek!

"Hiiii!!!! I'm Y/n" I think I sounded a bit to enthusiastic ew... "GAH!! U-Uhm- I'm tweek" He avoids eye contact alot. "Do you h-have experience working in a place like this before???" Oh shit. Maybe he is the manager? Is this my interview or- "Y-Y/n?"

"Oh god sorry!! I havent had my morning coffee!!" Pun intended. "Not in a work environment but i loveee coffee and I make it everyyy morning so i guess???" That was a lie. I hate coffee. "I-I like coffee too" AWWW his smile was so cute when he said that!!!!

"Uhm so you grab a cup, t-take it to this machine here and then press these buttons" He demonstrates, i mean how hard can it be right?

SPOILER ALERT!!! ITS SO HARD!!!! THESE PEOPLE WANT SO MUCH FROM ME I'M JUST A SIMPLE SOUL TRYING TO EARN SOME CASH TO PAY OFF MY COLLEGE TUITION!!! WHY DID TWEEK LEAVE WHAT AM I MEANT TO DOO!!!! AHHH SINCE WHEN DID THE QUE GET SO BIG!!!

"Hello? I ordered a flat white ages ago???" AHHH WHAT EVEN IS A FLAT WHITE. THESE CUSTOMERS ARE SO DEMANDING!! I NEED TO FIND LIKE A LIST OR SOMETHING THAT TELLS ME WHAT THESE COFFEE COMBINATIONS ARE!!!

"Y-Y/n? Gah-! Your worse than me when I first started! Scrambling around like that!" Tweek chuckled, It's sweet he's trying to make light of the situation, WAIT! I think he has gotten a bit more confident with me!!!

"Tweek help what is a flat white!!!"

"So you g-get a shot of espresso and froff some milk, add them together and it makes a flat white" WAIT TWEEKS STOPPED STUTTERING AS MUCH AROUND ME YAY!!

The rest of the day Tweek helped me bring down the que. I think he feels a bit guilty for leaving me. Also I think he has realised I dont know anything about coffee! At least he didnt snitch! And I guess making coffee isnt actually that hard once you get the hang of it!!!

"Hey tweek, Thank you for helping me today, I think i underestimated the job a little bit!!" I giggled. "I-its okay I mean trust me, I have seen worse" He laughs back, awww he's blushing!! You know what i might aswell shoot my shot! "Hey tweek, wanna go grab a coffee sometime?" "GAHH- TOO MUCH!!!" He scribbled something down on a left over recipt, handing it to me as he ran off. WAIT HE LEFT ME HIS NUMBER WOO!!!

I guess i'll send him the details later haha!!

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[jihyocentric]

just a small little fill (since we know how you get with nahyo and i dont want you to overwork yourself 🙏): jihyo giving gp!nayeon a bj under the desk while she's working through some details of her solo with the company rep via online meeting

i feel called out 😭

-

if jihyo wants something, nothing can stop her from getting it.

during an online meeting, nayeon had to send jihyo away many times, aware that if she kept neglecting her, jihyo would come back again whinier, needier, and definitely more brave than before.

she didn't think the call would take long, and it's why she refuse to let jihyo get in the office as she worked, but what she'd told jihyo would take five minutes at max became twenty, and then half an hour had passed and jihyo had lost her patience.

at the sound of the door creaking, nayeon perked her head up, ready to tell jihyo to leave. she might want jihyo's company but it wasn't safe to have her there, not when jihyo wanted something nayeon couldn't give while she was in a meeting.

nayeon mutes herself, sighing when jihyo reached closer to her desk.

"i promise you it will only take ten more minutes." nayeon starts, trying to sound convincing. she'd told jihyo something similar not long ago.

it makes jihyo smile. "then i have ten minutes to get you ready."

"no, no, no!" nayeon objects, but jihyo drops to her knees in front of her anyway. she tries covering her pants with her hands but jihyo bites one of them and nayeon hisses. "what are you doing?!"

"take a guess." jihyo teases, opening the zipper of nayeon's pants and pulling it down along with her boxers.

nayeon gasps when she gets called by the people from her agency and unmutes herself, trying to pay attention to what they were asking her and give a proper answer.

jihyo touches her cock while she talks. it's still half hard, a proof that nayeon wasn't expecting jihyo to do that at all but it was hardening quickly with each stroke jihyo gave it, from the base to the tip. as it was dry, jihyo spat on her hand and stroked the girth, running her tongue around the tip to get a taste of nayeon's salty precum.

nayeon makes the mistake of looking down, meeting jihyo's eyes that looked right back at hers, as if jihyo was challenging nayeon to keep talking with a straight face, mocking her really.

jihyo moans as she takes nayeon's shaft in her mouth, the tip prodding at her throat as she slides half of it in her mouth, pumping the rest with her hand. the sound was muffled, but some of it could be heard in the call while nayeon spoke, alerting one of her managers.

"is everything okay, nayeon?"

nayeon offers them a forced smile, nodding. "everything is fine! my dog is just being a little brat today, you know how it is."

jihyo chokes and pulls away, laughing as low as she could, but nayeon grabs her by the hair and forces her down on her cock again, deeper than before. nayeon mutes herself again once the attention isn't on her anymore and looks at jihyo, proceeding to make her take more of her cock.

jihyo gags and nayeon doesn't let up, making jihyo swallow every inch of her, only letting her breathe when jihyo pats her thigh, feeling no pity when jihyo pulls away breathless.

"you don't have to be so aggre-" jihyo is about to complain and nayeon brings her back to her cock, guiding the rosy tip into jihyo's mouth and moving her hips upwards, pissed off.

"you're gonna take it the way i want." nayeon huffs.

jihyo closes her eyes, tearing up at the intrusion in her throat as nayeon fucks her face, whimpering when she feels like it is too much, but she never told nayeon to stop. she was satisfied, finally getting the attention she wanted, and even more so when nayeon comes down on her throat, hot, thick and difficult to swallow.

jihyo did her best, not wasting a single drop, sucking the tip until nayeon was soft again.

"wait for me on the bed. i'll be there in two minutes." nayeon tells her harshly.

jihyo nods and leaves with a slight smile on her face that she hid from nayeon, knowing it would make her angrier.

[stargirlfics]

Alrighty, once again I humbly come to you with more self indulgence because I just heard the LOUDEST cracks of thunder right now and my whole house SHOOK and well, yeah, you know 😩😭 Your Joel ones I reread and they bring me such comfort every time, I'm reading them again now 😭🥹💕

Alright, being up in Wayne Tower, if it rains or storms, it's gonna be scary especially with the windows and being up high and yeah 😵‍💫

Could I ask for some headcanons for early established relationship with Alfred comforting you during a storm?

He went to bed before you, but as soon as you heard the rain and saw the lightning flash, you race to join him under the safety of the covers as the thunder cracks. You try not to wake him as your arms try to fit around his torso while he sleeps. You're tucked right up against him like he's a shield, but you're eyes are just open, wide awake, occasionally glancing over to the window whether or not you can see out of it. You're trying not to tremble and trying your best to still your restless limbs, but you can't help it. Mumbling soft and embarrassed apologies to Alfred if he wakes.

You haven't mentioned anything like this to him before, being too embarrassed about it and worried he would think you were being silly and overreacting.

Thank you so much 😭💕 Please take your time! I just wrote this while it was on my mind while I try to catch my breath rn 😩😵‍💫

Aww friend I’m so happy I could bring you some comfort, I still remember and go back to the Joel ask you sent me, it’s one of my favorite hurt/comfort blurbs! 💓💓💓

Oh and of course! It’s the way I had some thoughts of Alfred being really sweet and caring during a bad storm floating around my brain this morning, we synced up lol no but I really love this! 🥺 he would make you feel so safe I just know it!

I have a headcanon that Alfred definitely sleeps soundly but also isn’t hard to wake, he’s spent so many years having to be attuned to his surroundings and keep alert and then with Bruce, ready to answer a midnight call if he should need his help

He’s a little harder to accidentally wake when it’s raining or storming out, I feel like he’s fond of that kind of weather but when it’s you, then, tucking yourself against him and whispering out apologies he knows something is off by the slight waver in your voice and then he notices you tremble with every lightning flash or boom of thunder

The way his first thought would be to cup your face, gently prompting you to look at him, and when you apologize again, embarrassed and worried he’s gonna laugh at you for being scared, he hushes you sweetly, sitting up a little to cradle you

“Please don’t apologize, my darling. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re safe with me.”

He does it so easily, moving so his body blocks the window, till you can only see and feel him around you and it makes you cling to him, already feeling a little better hearing him reassure you

“Easy, love. You’re doing so well! I’m right here, nothing can get you here, I promise.”

“How about I read to you for a bit hm? I think that will help while we wait out this storm, I know we didn’t get to finish the chapter we were on before dinner.”

It’s not even a second thought for him, he’s already reaching for the book on his nightstand, hushing you sweetly when you tell him you don’t want to mess with his sleep, you were just a little scared and the admission makes you want to hide your face but he won’t let you, telling you that he’s happy to do this for you

Please I’m so soft! Alfred kissing your forehead softly and whispering to you that you’re safe, that he has you and won’t let anything happen as the storm continues, you jump or shiver every now and then but less as the sound of his voice reading aloud to you kinda takes over everything else, it being all you can focus on because he’s so captivating to listen too!

He keeps you tucked against him, still making sure you’re not bothered by the window or what you can or can’t see and he makes a mental note to draw the curtains shut tighter when you calm down a little more, he just wants to focus on you and making sure you feel okay first 🥺💕 it’s making me so soft to think about!

Know this wasn’t much but I hope it brings a smile to your beautiful face! I adored indulging in this thought, Alfred is the best!

[kasaneteto]

roommate posting again

so i had the Big Talk with him about how him not doing chores and not paying me back isnt okay blah blah blah, he was receptive to it and owned up to his shortcomings, all around went pretty well. he’s set a reminder thing on his phone to alert him to when its time to do chores and he does them. all should be well……but man. even with him doing the chores its just…. like how do i tell someone that when you sweep you have to move things and sweep underneath them yknow. idk if i can do this. i shouldnt have to teach a grown ass man how to clean. but thats exactly what i have to do.

its like. its the little things you know? i have these two friends who ive been in talks with about replacing him when the lease renewal comes up in august. and in this amount of time (couple months) ive noticed so many small things about them that are like. soooo thoughtful and considerate and RESPONSIBLE compared to my current roommate. take for example when we all three went out to smoke on the patio. nahale brought out the stool for thomas to sit on, and without me having to say anything brought it back in and put it where it goes. erik would sometimes follow finn & i out while we smoke to keep talking to us and bring the stool for himself to sit on… then leave it out there when he followed us back inside. or when erik watches after the cats while im away vs when tom&nahale watch them. when erik watches them i come home and the litterboxes havent been emptied for three days and they are clearly starved for attention. but when i had T&N do it the litterboxes were not only clean but they had been SWEPT around AND THEY TRIMMED PIXIES CLAWS FOR ME 😭😭😭 its the little things like that. just having someone responsible that i could rely on and will do little things like that for me because they care and want to help… thats the kind of environment i want to live in. not one where i constantly feel like im picking up after someone & need to be on guard/conservative of my energy. which brings me to the other thing ive realized isnt going to change

erik is a 100% extrovert and id argue to his detriment. like he requires constant attention and validation in order to be happy. he can’t meet your world with his world, he needs you to be in his world with him. if that makes sense. im kind of on the cusp of introverted/extroverted but lean a little more towards introverted. living with erik makes me a hardcore introvert. being in the same room as erik is seen by him as an invitation to talk, and once you give him an inch he’ll try to take a mile. that isnt to say its a negative thing about him its just his nature to he social in that way. but its also just like… the same thing over and over. like he cant stand to let the conversation die so he’ll just keep repeating himself. this is better explained via example so let me paint a picture:

the cats figured out how to bust into the kitchen cabinet that the trashcan is in, so in order to prevent them from digging through the trash i installed child locks. if youre unaware of them and yank the cabinet too hard it can rip them off so you have to be careful. erik and i both do stuff like that a lot so i put a little sign on the counter that says “DONT 4GET CHILD LOCKS” but since its on a strip of tape all the words look kinda mashed together & erik commented on this saying “i keep reading this 4 like an a and it makes me feel like an italian guy wrote this” and in response i chuckled and said “donta forgeta child locks” and he just. wouldnt stop saying it after that. he laughed much harder than i did and then just kept loudly saying that while doing things in the kitchen (clearly trying to get me to join in but truly it was not that funny to me) and that kind of thing is just so exhausting to be around. its like my dad. just talking at you, not with you.

so anyways its gotten better but fundamentally i think we are just not compatible to be living together. i love erik hes a good friend and a funny guy but he isnt someone i feel comfortable around most of the time unfortunately. he needs to be a “hang out with on occasion” friend not a “see you every single day” friend like he is now. im realizing just how many friends in my life are draining my cup rather than filling it

[3smo]

naoto tachibana !

warning: part 2 of this post. just something small. dom reader. masturbating kinda. leg riding? degradation. mean reader. sir/ma'am is used once. aaa i didnt like how this turned out 😭.

"is there something you want to tell me?" you raised a brow at the man in front of you. he places his hands in front of him, furrowing his brows.

you place your leg over the other, tilting your head to watch him closely. he gulps and squeezes his hands even tighter.

"what do you mean?" he sends you a wobbly smile. you return it in a sly manner. you made sure your office door was shut before turning your attention back to him.

"i know you touch yourself to me." naoto flinches, eyes wide. his lips part and a huff leaves him. "did you think i wouldn't find out?"

naoto's face heats up as he looks down, his shoulders tense.

what shocked you the most was that it was just a theory and now that he's practically admitted to it you couldn't help but laugh at him.

naoto's vision goes blurry, his eyes well up with tears from embarrassment. yet he doesn't understand how he could get hard at this situation. the painful throb in his pants reminds him to cover himself up.

"pervert." you were being a hypocrite. "you're actually getting hard from this?"

naoto's shoulders shake at your scoff and he bows his head even further.

you stand up, walking in front of your desk. "speak up, are you mute?"

"no, sir/ma'am..."

"(name)." naoto peaks at you through his hair. you lean against your desk and cross your arms. "call me (name)."

he can feels your eyes on his body, stopping at his burning, red ears. you cup his cheeks and rise his face up so he was looking at you properly.

his eyes are filled with tears and his expression is bashful, you can't help but coo at him. "am i making you uncomfortable?"

"no.. (n-name)."

"do you like this?" you look down at the bulge in his pants. were you too harsh..

"yes" he pants out, drool slips past his lips. he looks at you with wide, teary eyes. as if he was pleading, like a small puppy. "please! um, please help me.."

a smile grows on your face, this is what you've been dying to see. and that phone call alerted you to do something about it. even though you were reluctant to show how much you wanted him.

"yeah?" he nods. the strict and composed naoto was nowhere to be seen. you really want to see him at his breaking point. it would feel so relieving and satisfying, but you had to wait. "won't you get on your knees for me?"

he's breathing heavily as he sinks to the floor without another word. his palm pressing down on his bulge to relieve himself. you use your foot to remove his hands and lightly press down. naoto gasps loudly, quickly reaching out to grip your leg.

"keep your hands behind your back and keep quiet." naoto whimpers, obeying your words. "you wouldn't want to alert the others what we're doing, right?"

he bit his lip, resting his face against your thigh. a quiet whine leaves him when you move your leg so it was positioned under him.

"go on." you say. naoto tilts his head slightly in confusion. you press your leg against his bulge, urging him to rut against it. "be a good boy and follow orders, tachibana."

naoto frowns, the blush growing even more. you could feel the heat of his cheeks against your thigh. he tries to not be greedy. instead, focusing on his hard cock on your leg.

just like when he rode the pillow earlier, naoto rises his hips and makes contact with your leg. he struggles to keep in his moans, concealing them with short, and panted gasps

he quickly gets the hang of it. he throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

"m-more," he stammers in a small voice. his hips buck up on your shin, pre-cum staining his pants. he whines when you don't respond back. he wants to take his pants off...

naoto removes his hand from behind him to wrap them around his stomach. you let it slid. it's cute to see him so desperate for attention. he looks up at you. his shaky hips continue to thrust on your leg. you reach down to swipe his sweaty bangs away from his eyes.

he whimpers your name, never telling you what he wants. you were giving all that you wanted to. and naoto was a little selfish;

"what is it?" blood sweeps down his lip, his teeth had sunken in to harsh.

"(name)! please.." you raise a brow in question. naoto looks away to press a lingering kiss to your inner thigh - "touch me.."

...

[cottonkendi]

NOOOO THE BAJI FIC IS TOO MUCH- ALTERNATE FLUFF ENDING PLS ? 😭 also i love your writing, looking forward to your next works !! <3

MASTERLIST

Baji Keisuke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Established relationship, fluff, crack(?)

Warning: Spoiler alert, cursed words, implied death(?)

Synopsis: Being in love with Baji Keisuke and his voice.

a/n: here's the little alternate ending for Your Voice~~ Thank you anon for the request and thank you for the support <333

Chapter 1 Alt. Ending

It’s been hours since you started listening to the recording on your phone. His words still ringing in your mind as you listen to the other recordings.

His voice soothes the pain in your heart but at the same time, everytime you breathe, it feels like something’s piercing through your lungs as you sob into your blanket, knees pulled to your chest with Baji’s shirt nestled under your cheek as you blankly stare at nothing, too busy with the images of Baji Keisuke flashing in your head.

Your parents had checked on you earlier but you only made up a half-assed lie, not knowing what else to do when you can only think of Keisuke.

Everytime you close your eyes, you swear that you can see him in front of you, hair caressing your cheek as he flips it from side to side. You can hear his laugh, can feel his caring touches. Your hand can still feel the way his calloused hands wrap around yours.

And God.

You can see yourself talking to him right now.

Through your tears and hiccups, you manage to whisper your words to the air, hoping that Baji can hear them as you recite the words that you’ve always told him.

I love you, Keisuke. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Your voice is like music to my ears and I’d gladly listen to it for as long as you let me. Your love makes me love life. You make me want to live.

But alas, your vision gets blurry when you recognize the familiar words of the last recording.

“I know how much you love bike rides so, I’m hoping you’ll make use of my bike once I’m gone. Make new memories with it while I’m gone, okay? I’m so sorry for breaking my promise... Will it be alright if we fulfill our future in our next lives? I promise that I won’t leave you then. I promise to not hurt you, so I hope that you'll still love me by that time 'cause I sure will.”

You can’t control the way you feel a sting flashing in your chest as a broken laugh leaves your sore throat. “How can you say that, Keisuke? How can you expect me to make memories with your fucking bike when all my memories on it was with you? I can’t ride your bike without you, Kei. If I do, I might just ride off a cliff just so that I can follow you.”

Gripping the blanket tighter, you gently tug his shirt closer to you, the fabric pressed against your nose as you smell it. You tremble.

The shirt still smells like him even after being washed.

“Should I just give your bike to Chifuyu? Do you think he’ll accept that as an apology from the both of us? After that, maybe I can follow you so that we can fulfill our future in our next lives faste-”

“I didn’t think that you were serious when you said that you’d talk to me once I was dead.”

With your clouded vision, you catch sight of a silhouette by your window, the figure gently leaning against the wall as they stagger towards you. You’re about to scream, about to launch yourself at the figure and tackle them out the window if you had to.

But the moment you’re about to attack, your hazy mind recognizes the voice. You recognize the timbre and the little chuckle that leaves their mouth when he sees your dishevelled form. “I didn’t know that you’d cry this hard for me. If I had known, I would’ve visited you soone-”

Your body goes on autopilot, feet dragging you to the figure before you’re jumping in his arms, limbs wounding around his torso as you sob onto his chest.

Your fingers grip his clothes so tightly, afraid that maybe this is just your imaginations playing with you after hours of listening to his voice and crying. That maybe, you’ve managed to lie to yourself out of desperation and that you’ve gone crazy.

But after seconds of having him in your arms and his little grunts under his breath, you managed to talk yourself into believing that you are, in fact, not crazy and that your boyfriend who had blood spurting out of his mouth due to a stab wound is still alive and in front of you.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve had someone call you but I was unconscious and mum cried a lot when I woke up and I had to do something about that and it was very strict in the hospital-”

You pull away from him when you hear his words, your eyes scanning his form as you finally notice that he’s not wearing his normal clothes, instead, he’s wearing a patient’s gown.

By now, your tears have stopped falling and the hiccups are starting to go away. Rather, you gape at a grinning Baji Keisuke who’s wearing a patient’s gown, the hem slightly flowing as the wind enters your room. “What the fu- did you just come from the hospital? You’re still wearing the gown, what the, you climbed up my window in a gown? Do you have underwear on? What the fuck Keisuke. You should’ve just had your mum call me, I would’ve gone there anytime.”

You start to rant, mind swirling as you try to take in the information that’s being presented to you by a possibly boxer-less Keisuke who climbed up a window in the middle of the night after getting stabbed earlier.

It’s a lot to take in and even after knowing him for so long, you still didn’t expect something like this from him. “Oh my god, did you sneak out of the hospital? Oh my god Keisuke, you fucking idiot, you should’ve just called me, what if your wound got worse?! Oh god, what happened to you after I left? Is the wound stitched up? Did it need any stitch-”

Your words get muffled the moment his lips meet yours.

Your whole body freezes as his arms wrap around your waist. When you finally realize what’s happening, your own hands start to travel to his hair, fingers carding through the long locks as you cherish the moment.

His chapped lips are being molded into your own but then he pulls away even when you try so hard to pull him in once more.

With your chest pressed against his, you can feel the way it rumbles when he chuckles at your actions. “I know I promised to come visit you after so that you can take care of my wounds but I didn’t think you’re equipped enough to handle a stab wound so I decided to go to the hospital first.” He jokes a little, a teasing smirk plastered on his lips as he starts to gently caress your cheek.

His eyes turn solemn when he notices the tear stains on your cheeks along with your red nose and puffy eyes. Sighing, he presses a kiss to your nose, then to your cheeks before moving to your eyelids to which he gently hovers his lips over. And finally, to your lips.

He gives it a little peck before pulling away once more but then, your hands push his head closer to you, lips capturing his.

You’re about to tug on his hair if only the door to your room didn’t burst open, your panicking mother barging in.

“Y/N! Keisuke’s mother called and said he was missi-” Their words cut off when they saw the two of you immediately pull away from your little kiss, both of your cheeks heating up when your mother stared at the two of you for a few seconds. “Well, I guess he’s not missing anymore…” She trails off.

You don’t know what to say nor do when your father also walks in, keys in his hand, probably to do a quick drive around the city to look for Keisuke who’s currently in your room.

Seeing the awkward tension in the room, Baji tries to bow as a greeting to your parents, forgetting the wound that he’s currently sporting. So, instead of his usual carefree greeting, your parents get a grunt and a few curse words as Baji winces, hand going to his wound.

You’re immediately assisting him, eyes wide in worry as you let him lean on you for support.

“Okay then, darling, bring some change of clothes and the two of you go down, we’re driving you back to the hospital, Keisuke.” Your dad announces, already going down to start the car.

“Keisuke, as much as I appreciate you visiting my daughter in the middle of the night to comfort her, I think it will be better if you don’t sneak out of the hospital if you’re in pain. My husband and I wouldn’t mind if Y/N asked us to drive her to visit you, y’know? You’re like our son already.” Your mother whispers as she presses a soft kiss to Baji’s forehead. “And darling, pack some clothes and other things you’ll need if you want to stay in the hospital with Keisuke.”

With that, the two of you are left alone in your room, with Keisuke still leaning on you, both of you a little starstruck with what just happened.

“Well, I guess that means that your parents are fine with us getting married in the future, aye? It makes our little staycation at the hospital a lot less stressful now that I know that they like me that much.” You almost want to chuck your phone at Baji as he manages to joke around at a time like this.

“Shut up! I’m angry at you for the fucking recordings that you left in my phone!” You exclaim while packing some clothes in a small bag.

“Eh? You already listened to them?”

“Of course I did! I thought you died so I was crying my eyes out while listening to your voice! You fucking asshole! Who records a message with the thought of leaving it as some sort of death letter!”

Your eyes start to water as you shove the clothes in the bag, hands trembling a little. “You even said something about loving me in our next lifetime. Who the fuck does that? Were you planning on making me cry-”

Your voice catches in your throat when his arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was fully intending on leaving you. I just, you never know, y’know? I didn’t want to leave without telling you everything that I wanted to say. I love you so much. I just want us to be able to live the future that we always wanted.”

He ends his little speech with a chaste kiss to your lips as he slightly turns your head to the side. “Now, stop crying. We’re going to have a little hospital date for the whole week ‘cause the doctor said I have to stay there for the rest of the week.”

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