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atrirose · 9 months ago

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𝒥 : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS — enha

はい bf!enha x f!r . . . 🍵 warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated

— HEESEUNG LEE

heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck “AH what’s wrong with you seung” you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed “my lips are cold, i ate ice cream” he said pulling you back “so?”

“so i gotta warm them up” he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed “i know you love it princess” he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.

— JAY PARK

jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick “jayyyy i just put it on, look it’s all smeared and on your lips too” you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, “it’s a nice colour i like it on you” he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around “doesn’t give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the party” you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.

“doesn’t matter” he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.

“we got stuck in the traffic sorry” he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.

— JAKE SIM

jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says it’s like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.

sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him “jake too much” you say as he kissed you all over your face, “not enough” he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them “nom, you taste like strawberries” jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.

— SUNGHOON PARK

he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess “hoon it tickles” you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothing’s neckline but that obviously never stopped him.

“i will get you more mmm” he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.

— SUNOO KIM

loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while that’s very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.

towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.

“i got nice scores this time” you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead “im proud of you love”

— JUNGWON YANG

he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he can’t believe you are his, boop.

“why do you like kissing my nose so much” he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose “because you are cute” it’s a way he expresses his love, it’s his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you

— RIKI NISHIMURA

he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so it’s easy to gain excess, sometimes it’s hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say ‘i love you’s’.

“what’s wrong baby” you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck “just tired” he said nuzzling “aww poor baby” you said as you kissed his head “you better not tell how act with you” he warned you still kissing your shoulders.

“like a baby? AHH-” your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you “oh that left a mark” you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it “not tired anymore huh?” you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap “i am” he pecked you “meanie” he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.

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emmyrosee · 4 months ago

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C-can we have baby megumi call reader mom for the first time 🥺👉👈

YOU TRYNA KILL ME 🥺

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The movie is just about over when you meet your gaze with toji, who’s half asleep on the couch next to you. He smiles exhaustedly before flicking his eyes down to megumi, who’s fast asleep in your lap. Bedtime was hours ago, but ever the stubborn one, Megumi insisted on watching the movie with you both, changing the subject from horror to family friendly.

He was sound asleep not fifteen minutes in. Your thighs are tingling with numbness, but you would never dare waking the small boy.

“I’ll clean up toys, you wanna do bedtime?” He asks. You hum happily and scoop the small boy in your arms, smiling as he stretches before nuzzling closer. “Kid’s getting big.”

“Never too big to be tucked in,” you mewl, shifting Megumi slightly. He smacks his tiny lips together.

“Maybe he’s too big for ya-“

“No, he’s not, he’s perfect, back off,” you hiss quickly, making Toji snicker and shake his head. You carry him down the hall to his bedroom, plopping down on the small bed and cradling him close. His cheek is warm against your hand, and you press a tiny kiss to his forehead adoringly.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you whisper to the small boy, brushing his hair out of his face. “But I guess we’ll keep him, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” megumi huffs, knuckling his eye. You smile roll your thumb over the swell of his cheeks.

“Go back to sleep, ‘gumi,” you coo, shifting the blanket to slot him under. He quickly burrows under the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow. His cheeks are reddening with sleep, and just as you make a move to leave, he paws for your hand.

“Mumma…”

The room is still, save for Megumi’s rhythmic breathing. His tiny fingers grip onto your ring finger, holding tightly. His little lips are smooshed against the pillow as he sleeps, but you however, couldn’t breathe, too overcome with emotions over just what megumi said.

Mumma. He called you his mumma, he trusted you enough, loves you enough to give you that title, and your bottom lip wobbles as your thumb strokes over his tiny fingers. Tears roll down your cheeks and splatter onto the sheets below you, darkening the fabric underneath. Your free hand comes up to cover your mouth, worrying about waking him with your sobs.

Your body trembles with emotion, exhilaration and excitement coursing through you, and you try your best to keep it all composed.

“M-Mumma’s he-re, baby,” you choke, squeezing his hand gently.

You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there, watching him sleep, but it’s long enough where toji comes to seek you out.

“Jeez,” he grumbles, voice low to keep his son from waking up. “How long does it take-“ he softens at the sight of your tears. “The hell happened?”

“He called me mumma,” you explain, sniffling and shaking your head. “He’s just… never done that.” At your explanation, toji chuckles and stalks into the bedroom, big hand resting on your back and rubbing soothing circles to ground you.

He hums, “what can I say? The booger likes you.”You look up at him with a smile, and he uses his free hand to wipe a tear from your eye. “And I got no complaints about your company either.”

You gently ease your hand out of Megumi’s grip, moving his stuffed dog from one side of his bed and into his arms, which he subconsciously grabs and nuzzles into.

“I like him, too,” you whisper. You look back up at toji, and immediately, raise your arms. “And I’ll like you too if you carry me to bed.”

He groans softly, “the kid is right here-“

“If you really love me you’ll do it,” you tease. Toji rolls his eyes and hunches over to get you onto his back, shushing you as you giggle and climb on.

“You tryna wake the brat up?” He grunts, carrying you out and closing the door behind him.

“He’s not a brat.”

“You’re a brat.”

You kiss his temple wetly, “so what?”

“I’ll give you so what,” he grumbles, stalking through the halls.

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willows-peak · 1 year ago

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*･ﾟ✧ JJK Character's Fav Positions

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw

word count: expected 2.2k

a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write

⋆｡˚ ♡ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber

nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while

yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms

getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.

⋆｡˚ ♡ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head

gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold

inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow ™ for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed

maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you

choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land

megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.

nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case

toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you

⋆｡˚ ♡ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise

yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.

sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking

ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?

getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside

⋆｡˚ ♡ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them

yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you

⋆｡˚ ♡ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second

gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on

shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her

⋆｡˚ ♡ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh

toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second

nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session

⋆｡˚ ♡ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you

sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.

choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels

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satorusvoid · 29 days ago

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“tomura…” you whined, your cheeks squished together in his hand, laying with your back to his chest as he pumped his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“shhh just let me make you feel good, sweet girl.” he cooed in your ear, turning his head to not-so-subtly sniff your hair, groaning at the sweet smell that infiltrates his nose. “want it deeper, tomu…” you ground yourself on his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the achy spot inside you.

shigaraki angled his hand in a way that made his two fingers move further into your eager warmth. “mmh… like this?” he murmured, perking up at the sound of your whimpers. “uh huh…”

“talk to me,” he urged, his fingers moving in sloppy patterns as he gave your face a gentle squeeze, smooshing it together further. “what do you feel, hmm?”

you were egged on more when you felt him start humping you from behind, his clothed cock hard as it rubbed back and forth against your ass. “i… hnghh— i…” your brain worked harder in an attempt to force words out of your mouth.

you could feel his smirk at your inability to respond to him, but he didn’t stop trying to get you to talk. “it’s okay… oh fuck— you can do it.” he groaned at the feeling of your hips stuttering between moving in time with his fingers and trying to push yourself further against his dick.

“i love your fingers so much…” you sobbed, tears dripping onto his hand. you were suddenly aware of how pathetic you probably looked in this moment, but tomura didn’t care one bit when you were making all these pretty noises. you were his girl, and he found pleasure in being the one who could make you feel like this.

“yeah? they make you feel good?” he gave a particularly hard pump of his fingers that hit the mushiest part inside you, causing you to moan even louder. “yes, yes! right there, please! you make me feel so good, tomu!”

tomura continued to press against that spot again and again until you were so close to the edge. the noises you made were higher in pitch now, your body desperate to find the release only he can give you because that’s how well he knows you.

“c’mon, let go. show me how much of a good girl you are, and cum for me. wanna feel you squeezing down on my fingers.” he encouraged you in that sweet voice of his, and you found yourself complying with his command almost instantly, your vision turning white as you fell apart on his fingers, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

tomura continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowly pushing you into overstimulation. he only slowed down his movements when he felt your hand shakily push at his own, urging him to stop with small whines and whimpers. “too much, tomu…”

he eventually pulls out of you, making a filthy display of sucking his fingers clean of your cum, and your face flushed at the sight, still not used to how crude he can get when he pleasures you.

he fully turned your body to him now, holding you in his arms as he kissed you with so much love. you pulled away when you were completely out of breath, your spent body falling against him while you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in the silence of the room, looking down at you after a few minutes when you didn’t respond, and finding you asleep with your fingers clutching his hoodie in that cute way you always did when you felt safe with him.

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fear-is-truth · 2 months ago

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kinktober day 14. . . NSFW MDNI 18+ tags: f!reader・mask fucking・kai is a warning

KAI ANDERSON curled his long fingers against your front wall, allowing you just enough time to adjust before applying more pressure, altering his pace. when he finally discovered the right pattern, you blindly gripped at his forearms, a whimper escaped your throat as you instinctively pressed yourself back against him. the dry chuckle that had begun to bubble up from his throat turned abruptly to a groan. kai was painfully hard, the warm, solid length pressing against your ass as the heel of his hand ground incessantly against your clit.

“could you. stop. moving. around?” he grunted irritably into your shoulder before smacking your asscheek. you wanted to argue, but all you could manage was a broken “f-fuck!” and then suddenly, he was shoving you away, your face smooshing into the mattress. you twisted your neck to glance back at him, a frustrated whine. kai was reaching for something on the floor, and when he straightened up, he was holding his clown mask. the blue one with three faces—blank, milky white orbs all glaring in different directions.

“hey,” he smirked, sitting up crossed legged. “there’s something i wanna try.” you watched the mask in annoyance, but there was something else too—an ominous feeling twisting in your gut. “what?”

kai set the mask carefully on the bed, the middle face staring blankly up at the ceiling. “you’re going to fuck yourself on my mask.” his tone was matter-of-fact. no room for argument. your face scrunched up in disgust.

“what the fuck, kai?”

“well, i’ve given you enough prep, so… shut the fuck up and sit on it.” this was utterly stupid and asinine. leave it to kai fucking anderson for coming up with this sort of idea. reluctantly, you put yourself in a kneeling position on the mattress and wedged the mask in the space between your thighs. wrapping your fingers around the base of the rubber nose of the middle face, you guided it to your core, adverting your shameful gaze from its leering frown.

then, a beeping sound pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up, only to see kai holding a camcorder, the red light blinking. “keep going, and eyes on the camera.”

there was an edge of annoyance in kai’s tone that made you obey without argument. you grazed the tip across your folds, collecting the wetness that had accumulated from your previous activities. taking a deep breath, you stared into the camcorder as you carefully sank down onto the rubber nose, lips parted in a silent gasp at the stretch and curvature. gripping firmly onto the other two noses on either sides of the mask, you lifted yourself by the knees, before impaling yourself back onto the middle nose with a lewd squelch. “hgnnn– oh god…”

rocking your hips, you came to the realisation that the curvature of the phallic nose was hitting your cervix just perfectly. it was at this moment that you noticed the tent that had formed at the crotch of kai’s jeans, and how he was slightly squirming in his seat as he recorded you.

#american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #ahs cult #kai anderson smut

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vecnuthy · 1 year ago

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Steddie first kiss scenario

Accident: mistaken identity due to Steve being absolutely hammered | wc 893 |

Two hours into a Harrington house party, Eddie was getting near the end of his inventory and his social battery. The cup of punch-colored alcohol he'd been nursing had kept him nice and fuzzy for a while, but with the end in sight, he dumped the rest down the kitchen sink, tossed the cup in the trash, then turned, opting to walk out the back yard rather than navigate through the packed house.

But his progress was stopped in an empty hall by the man of the house himself, Steve Harrington.

A very drunk Steve Harrington, at that, considering the extra droop of his pretty eyes, lazy smile, overly loose movements, and the way he crashed into Eddie, pinning him against a small table, slurring loudly, "Nance! There'y'are."

He looked and smelled absolutely sloshed as he swayed further into Eddie's space.

"Steve, wha-"

"Been loogin for y' everywhere."

Before Eddie could even do anything, Steve's hands were buried in his curls and pulling him in until their lips met and - wow, that was definitely Steve Harrington's rum-soaked tongue in his mouth, making his stomach swoop, the heat from Steve's flushed face igniting a fire that tore across Eddie's skin, burning faster with every movement of Steve's lips. Lips that were soft, unlike the fingers curling, pulling Eddie's roots enough to make Eddie's hips press into Steve's, make him want to moa-

"You taste different. Like smoke and.....and peaches, hv'you been smoking?!" He frowned and shook his head. "S'not good for you."

He paused in thought as Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, mouth and scalp tingling from Steve's onslaught. His brain refused to make sense of anything happening. Were he not half propped up by the table against the wall and Steve's hold, Eddie would probably be on the floor.

"Wanna smoke now, achlly," Steve said as he put enough space between them to pat at his pockets before realizing with a laugh, "Oh wai', you've got 'em!"

He started patting at the pockets of a very shell-shocked Eddie as he continued to ramble, "And peashes. Where'd you ge' peashes? Y'llergic to the fuzz. You 'idn't eat that, d'you?"

Steve patted a little too far over the front of his jeans, making Eddie, honestly on the verge of blacking out, yelp. Steve giggled out, "Ticklish," then added, "You're taller," before pouting, "Ugh, your pockets 'r so full. When d'you put jeans on?" Steve let out a frustrated whine before huffing, "God, I can't find'em, just - "

Steve paused then smiled like he remembered the secret of life, and muttered, "You've got the smoke."

And just like that, Eddie's face was smooshed between Steve's hands, breath barely ghosting over Eddie's lips before he breathed Eddie in, eyes closed, probably imagining nicotine flooding his system.

Eddie would make a run for it if he were able to move, but he couldn't will his body to do anything but buzz from shock yet sing for Steve's touch.

Steve opened his eyes, and he took a long, glazed-over look at Eddie's face, settling on his lips.

"You kind of look different. Your lips....they're bigger." His eyes closed slowly then grew comically large. "D'you eat the fuzz, Nance?!" Steve panicked, then looked Eddie in the eyes again, and took a shuddering breath. "Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like -" Steve's face softened "- like his."

"Steve?"

To Eddie's immense horror, a very confused Barbara Holland had appeared behind Steve.

"Barrrb! Hey, guess what? Nance's been smoking!" he giggled.

"What?" Barb's eyes flicked back and forth between a very panicked, frozen Eddie.

"She tastes like smoke! Nancy Wheeler, smoking!" He cackled gleefully, but made it known that he was proud of her by turning back to Eddie and slurring, "You're so cool, 's like it's Halloween. Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby." And he swooped in and kissed Eddie one more time.

"Okay, Steve!" Barb shrieked and pulled him away. "Let's get you some water!" She shot Eddie a wide-eyed questioning look and steered a stumbling Steve toward the kitchen.

"He's so wasted, he thought I was Nancy!" Eddie rushed out quietly, which made Barb snort.

Eddie's face burned, numb to everything except where Steve had touched him. Which was kind of everywhere, actually, so he felt on fire. "And it happened before I could even- I didn't know what to d-"

"Eddie!" She cut off his rambling, then sighed. "Don't worry, you're fine. You're fine. Understand?" She was waiting for a response.

Eddie, head still swimming, nodded cautiously.

"Good," she said, letting some of her tension melt away, which Eddie tried to copy. "Doubt he'll remember any of it, anyway. I know I don't want to."

Eddie winced at that.

"No, it's not you, it's just-" she huffed then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Drive safe, Eddie."

And just like that, she was gone.

Eddie followed suit with Steve's voice echoing in his head, an overlapping manic cacophony of

"Your lips....they're bigger."

"Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like...like his."

"Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby."

Two kisses because Steve thought Eddie was his girl.

And her best friend had seen the second.

Actual fucking kisses because Steve thought he was his.

Thought Eddie was his.

Said he tasted like smoke and peaches.

Eddie drove home in a daze.

#eddie: just gonna head out #steve: my girlfriend! who's suddenly taller! with brown eyes! and in jeans with /full pockets/! look SO good #steve: like eddie #eddie: 👁👄👁 (404 not found)#barb wasn't a fan of steve's #barb goes missing from the harrington house two weeks later #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #cw: alcohol

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garoujo · 2 years ago

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!!nagi swears that kissing you before practice or a match gives him good luck!!<3<33

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it seems the teams way to get nagi motivated has its drawbacks.

warnings: sfw! no warnings just nagi being the sweetest :3 note: hi nonnie!!! i decided to just write this lil thing cause i thought it was super cute so i hope u like it sob!!!

for the most part, it was beneficial when the team decided to start inviting you to their morning practice — as a means to motivate nagi, noticing that the usual sleepy, slacker of a striker seemed to have a little more motivation whenever he’d look over and see you in the stands.

but now.. actually getting him to come onto the pitch to play was a whole other problem entirely.

“hey, nagi! get on the field, jeez.. we’re still a goal behind, ultra genius.” you hear reo call from behind you, huffing when your boyfriend infront of you doesnt even seem to give him a second thought as he waves him off from over his shoulder. you think it’s amusing though, the pleading look his bestfriend gives you like he’s begging you to help him out.

nagi on the other hand, is currently leaning over the barrier at the stands — shooting you a starry-eyed look from under his messy bangs. his gloved hands fidget with the hem of your t-shirt and you feel them twitch tighter around the fabric every few moments, like an adorable little attempt to pull you closer as he sends you a pout.

“this is a pain, ‘ts in the way.” your boyfriend breathes as his longer limbs shift and fidget over the metal fence against him he’s referring to — surprisingly enough managing to support his weight as he leans against it, probably finding standing too bothersome given how long they’ve been practicing already.

but you give nagi an inch as you take a step closer, just enough to let his hands graze along your hips as he lets his head lean forward and rest on your chest. “you’re needed on the field, sei.” you try to reason as you push his snowy bangs away from his gaze, letting you take in the pretty, drowsy expression on his face when he blinks slowly up at you.

“eh, don’t wanna. wanna stay here.” another slow drawl and his fingers are squeezing at your skin, feeling him nuzzle deeper into your chest as he leans even further into you — making the barrier squeak slightly under his weight. you’re not sure it’s quite built to balance lazy 190cm strikers.

“but i wanna see you score more goals. we can get lemon tea before we go home.” it’s tempting, especially when you say it in that pretty little voice you know he loves. so you feel nagi’s head twist against you before he’s sending you a cute little look, cheek smooshed against you as he huffs.

“i’m sleepy though, i wanna have a bath and play video games with you instead. ‘ts no fair.”

“i’ll give you a kiss for every goal you score.” it’s quick, your reply — it doesn’t give him a moment to consider it because you know it’s a bargain he can’t pass up. only a few simple things could get nagi seishiro motivated and your kisses were right up there next to video games and well— that’s it.

“wan’ them now. need ‘em for a power up.” it’s hard to say no to him when he’s giving you that look, it’s sleepy and doe-eyed and there’s a soft glow that swims in the deep colour of his eyes that makes you smile before you’re scratching your hand through his hair. it makes your boyfriend shudder and he pulls you closer before you’re reminded of the time limit when reo sends you a wave followed by a grumpier sort of look.

“three goals for three kisses.” your words are rushed but they make nagi stand to full height just as quickly despite the way his arms remain around you — head leaning into the press of your palm when it cups his cheek.

“yay.” it’s soft, spoken under his breath when you push his hair from his features to peck him once on the lips, followed by another before he’s meeting you quickly for the last — urging it to be a little deeper than the other two as he pulls you into him. you hear him hum and you decide to give him a little extra motivation when you swipe your tongue between his lips, hearing a sweet whimper sound from him before he’s parting them for more — but just as quickly as it deepens, you pull away to grin.

“hey, why’d you pull away. wasn’t done yet.” nagi’s words are whinier now but there’s a soft flush on the tips of his ears and you think it’s cute just how easy it was to get him drowsy on kisses.

“it was just for good luck. three goals, sei. then you’ll get more!” you let your fingers scratch through his messy hair again as he groans, followed by a quick thumbs up to reo from over his shoulder before you’re pushing him lightly. he sways before he turns and you laugh at the next pout he sends you as his arms fall to sway by his side — his eyes still on you even as he makes his way back towards the team, although there’s something darker in his gaze now.

“eh, i guess. but it’s so bothersome, three goals is too easy.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #bllk x you #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro fluff

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cosmal · 2 years ago

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hozier — send me an au + character and i’ll write you a blurb. i.e rockstar!remus, rugby!james, stoner!peter

you can’t just mention rugby!james and not expect my mind to melt. i immediately just thought of this old tiktok and it just feels like him in the mornings when he has to go to some super early practice or something, like before the sun is even up, and i am just so soft for it🥺

5am training sessions

summary james wants you to get up early for rugby training.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this is very short but so james potter omgggg thank u !!

James throws his bag over his shoulders and finds that he can't get himself to look away from where you're half asleep in his bed. Since he's gotten up to get ready, you've stretched your arm out where he'd been next to you, your hand searching.

He watches the bedding slowly shift as you breathe, where your face is smooshed softly into the edge of his pillow.

He hates 5am training sessions.

He's feeling selfish this morning. You look so fucking peaceful but James has never been one to have an ounce of resolve. Not when it comes to you.

He lets himself lean down into the mattress, not really careful where he puts his knees, and curves an arm over your middle and into the quilt. He's so close your shirt rides up and he tries not to feel as lovesick as he does.

He leans down and nudges you with his nose. You hum a noise that sounds like a protest but you're smiling despite it. "Do you wanna come to training, baby?"

"Mm-mm," you mumble, scratching your head against your pillow until your hair messes.

"Please?" His pout is easy to be heard.

"It's 5 in th'mornin', Jamie," you mumble. James takes it as a treasure to hear you speak so early. You sound sweeter than he could have ever imagined.

"We can go to Top Pot," he says, and because he can't help it, he speaks into your cheeks, warm lips pressed to your soft skin.

"It's too cold," you yawn and push your face closer to his pillow to find more warmth. He almost feels bad.

"You don't want a danish?"

"James..." you croak.

"Matcha latte?" It's starting to feel like coercion if he's honest. If he's really, really honest, he doesn't care. He imagines you wrapped up in a coat and scarf, maybe a pair of mittens, latching onto your coffee, on the sideline at training. He's a hopeful man.

"S'too early." Your words stick together with fatigue he doesn't see disappearing.

He kisses your cheek once more, twice. Your warm smile grows much to his delight. "M'gonna miss you." He kisses you again.

He thinks you're not really listening. He decides to let you be. If you did actually agree to get up with him, he'd eventually end up feeling horrible. It is too early.

He stands and looks at you. The bump of your hip, the crease in the fat of your shoulder where you've got it pushed up beside your head. He decides to lean in and kiss you again.

Your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck then your cheek. He can hear your breathing shallowing out. It catches when he kisses the skin below your ear. If he was feeling mean, he'd do it again.

"Do you want me to bring back brekky?" he asks, heading to the door despite his better judgement.

"Yes, please, Jamie."

You're lovely even when you're half asleep.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x female!reader #james potter x female reader #james potter drabble #james potter one shot #james potter headcanon #james potter drabbles #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #james potter fan fic #marauder x reader #the marauders #the marauders fanfic #the marauders fanfiction

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lovelyhan · 2 years ago

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Vernon edging you until you're a crying mess and begging him to let you cum...? 👀

01:22 — VERNON

i'm...supposed to be studying for another exam but 🥹

you and vernon have a rather...interesting relationship dynamic.

when he first introduced you to the rest of his friends, they all immediately assumed that you're the one who called the shots. everyone knows that vernon is laid back by default—always going along with the flow that others have set around him without any complaints.

it's obvious that the same applies even when the two of you started dating. he's more than happy to let you take the lead in navigating your way through life as a couple and most people find it adorable, how he always accommodates you one way or another. that's just the kind of guy he is.

seungkwan jokingly called him an under when he witnessed firsthand just how easily your boyfriend bends to your whims.

but no matter how much of a pushover others think vernon can be, you're convinced they only think that way because they've never seen him in the confines of your shared bedroom.

"pretty," vernon chuckles softly, one hand grasping your chin while his free hand dabs away the salty tears streaked across your cheeks "you can take more, can't you? this is nothing."

nothing, he says—despite the fact that your thighs are already trembling from the third orgasm he blatantly denied you. part of you wants to talk back, but you hold your tongue, preening at the sweet smile still resting on your boyfriend's face as he sinks further down the mattress to hook your thighs across his shoulders.

vernon isn't a hard dom by a long shot, but that's what makes it all the more frustrating. when he teases you like this—edging you to the brink of insanity—you can't even resent him because of how lovingly he looks at you every time he denies you release. as if the cruelty of his actions is grace of the highest form.

"please," you cry out hoarsely when he gets his tongue on you again—sucking, slurping, making a mess out of your already ruined cunt. "vernon, n-need to come..."

your boyfriend chuckles with every sniffle and sob that ransacks your body each time his tongue swipes across your puffy clit. your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue laves at your folds. he even makes a show of groaning into your pussy—the vibrations driving your nerves alight with glee.

"i think i've loosened you up pretty good. don't you think so?" he murmurs the words along the supple flesh of your inner thighs, trailing featherlight kisses with each breath. "think you're ready for my cock?"

you whimper, blindly reaching for his arms to tug him up. he only relents because you just look so adorable when you're on the brink of the tears.

"nonnie," you mewl, fingers laced around the nape of his neck as you desperately press your mouth against your boyfriend's—rocking your sloppy, spit-laden cunt across his clothed crotch. "w-want you to split me open. please, please, i've been so good for you. just wanna come— wanna come so fucking bad on your cock."

another rush of tears spills from your eyes and vernon can only sigh when he feels the liquid stick to his own skin. if anyone else could see you right now—crying and babbling as you dry hump him out of sheet desperation—they'd never believe their eyes.

vernon the so-called under, reducing his pretty baby to tears as they beg him to make them come.

he gives you what you want in the end—your face smooshed into the pillows as your boyfriend brutally rams his thick cock into your slick walls. though his touch is always weighted with characteristic gentleness, not even vernon can hold up against the addicting feel of your pussy clamping down on him with each delicious thrust.

"you're close again." it's not a question. he's much too familiar with the way your walls sporadically tighten around him when you're nearing release. "do you want to come, love? i've been a little mean to you tonight, haven't i?"

your cries come out muffled and vernon nearly comes at the thought of you soaking the pillows with tears and saliva. vernon's grip on your ass goes tight as he swears under his breath—his strokes coming in deep and precise so he can pinpoint that spot that makes you cry out his name in the prettiest way possible.

"f-fuck!" you bleat the moment vernon flattens his chest across your back—thrusts unrelenting as his free hand finds your clit. "don't edge me anymore, nonnie. please, please, please. i'm going to go insane if i don't come this time. give it to me, i want it—want it so fucking bad—oh!"

he fucking loves it when you run your mouth in the midst of a lustful delirium. but it gives him an even bigger ego boost when he feels your pussy practically squeeze the cum out of him at the height of your orgasm.

as much as you hate being denied the apex of pleasure several times over, vernon is always right whenever he says edging will just make everything feel a hundred times better when you finally come.

the words still ring true now, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as your brain melts into a puddle of nothingness. vernon's intense gaze is riveted on the absolutely fucked out look on your face and that's what drives him over the edge—stilling his erratic strokes in favor of dumping his load in your willing pussy with a long-winded groan.

"you're fucking insane," is the first thing you breathe out once your mind comes back online—flopping your back onto the mattress as you catch your breath. "i feel like i died and went to hell and back seven and a half times."

"seven and a half?" vernon remarks with an amused look—getting up to grab a washcloth from the en-suite.

"yeah, life's hell when your boyfriend has an edging kink." you pout and he simply laughs before emerging from the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cleans you up.

"you can always try it on me if you want to get even," he suggests, but you shake your head vigorously at the notion.

"no thanks, i'm happy to get edged and manhandled by the same guy i boss around in front of his friends," you tell him with a playful tone.

vernon shakes his head before leaning closer to peck your lips—wondering how he got so lucky to have landed someone like you.

"whatever you say, my little masochist."

⟢ end notes: this has been sitting in my inbox for a while now and i decided to squander my time by answering it AHDJSJW i'm just a sucker for soft dom vernon ok...... i'd let him edge me for hours if he just smiles his little nonnie smile at me before making me suffer again <3

#svthub #seventeen smut #vernon smut #chwe hansol smut #seventeen fanfic #vernon fanfic #lovelyhan #I FORGOT THE TAGS AGAINNSNDNANA #📝 drabble #🍵 tea time #💌 anon

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ectologia · 1 year ago

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WATCHING ASMR WITH HAWKS

KEIGO TAKAMI X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ PROFANITY, EAR LICKING

“You still awake chickadee?”

You wave Keigo off with a grumble, your sleepy, droopy eyes fixated entirely on your phone screen as you observe the various glittery objects being tapped and scratched on.

He scoots himself up behind you ineptly, shimmying his crotch all the way up to your ass until you slot into him like a perfect jigsaw piece, hooking his elbows beneath your armpits, allowing his hands to wander and cuddle with your chest. “What ya’ watching, my little chickpea?”

You give him a barely audible answer, muttering under your breath as you continue to focus on the task at hand. “ ‘smr..”

He chuckles at your reluctance, smooshing his lips into your cheek in a hearty kiss. “You what babes?”

“ASMR.”

“A.. S.. MR?” He echoes back to you, cocking his head in curiosity. “What like where they moan into the mic ‘nd stuff? Bit raunchy for a bedtime story don’t you think angel?”

He snickers to himself as you reprimand him in a weak groan. “No.. They tap on stuff and scratch the microphone and stuff..”

“And stuff.” He chuckles into your shoulder, resting his spiky cheek against the chub of your face, using your head as a pillow as he watches your screen with a new found interest. You huff as he jabs at the tiny rectangular device every now and again, whispering in to your ear and asking you question upon question. “What’s that?”

“I dunno’ Kei.. just watch it or go away..”

“Awh, you’re so cute when you’re all grumpy and tired.”

His eyes follow your finger as you tap on a new a video, shuffling forward and tuning his ears in to listen.

You don’t catch the way his nose wrinkles and his brow curls at the imagery from behind, sitting up to pivot his head and look at you directly. “Why’s she licking the camera?”

“I dunno’..” All you’re capable of in the moment are deep murmurs and yawns, rubbing your eyes vigorously to blink away your drowsiness.

“Is this some kind of fetish thing?”

Your otherwise half-lidded eyes snap towards him in protest. “Wh — No, no it’s not like that — it’s for the sound!”

He finds your defensiveness entertaining, deciding to start laying it on even thicker. “You sure my little duckling? It’s okay if you’re into that kind of stuff, you know.. I just don’t think soft porn’s the right tone at the moment.” He snickers at you’re stupefied expression. “Maybe tomorrow I can test it out and tongue you down.”

“No!” You puff and turn over, shrugging his large frame off of yours as you set your phone down onto your bedside table. You adjust yourself to sink your heavy head down deeper into the plush dough of your pillow, yanking the blanket over your curled up body, albeit passively.

You both stay like that, laying in silence before Keigo clears his throat to speak up again. “I think I wanna give you a lil’ ASMR right now chickpea.”

You croak as he rolls over, toppling onto you to squeeze your tiny body into his warmth. You’re pleasantly surprised as he begins mouthing gently against your ear. Softly parting his lips and kissing around the curve of it, even adding a subtle breeze as he exhales through his nose while the stubbly pricks of his beard tickle your cheek. You sigh against your pillow, your body growing limp and pliable as he coos against your sensitive ear drums, before something wet and slimy and wiggly begins to worm itself into the small hole, licking about the crevices of your ear with a teasing squelch.

“Keigo!” He laughs as you squeal, your head snapping up to turn to him with a sour expression while you clamp a hand over your ear, wiping at it with your palm.

“You’re not meant to stick your tongue in my ear!”

“It’s an immersive experience baby.” He reasons with a lopsided grin.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks x reader #keigo x reader

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months ago

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okay like i know we all joke (?) about kafka's kaiju form being a biblical need but at the end of the day i just love human kafka and his lil stubble and his cute tummy and his adorable grin. he's just so boyfriend material i wanna smooch him 😭

A/N ::: Good God, Bri. You don't know what you've started with this ask. I went a little off script? Unhinged? Idk ... somewhere along the lines of quite unwell for this man. Like, it's not cute anymore. It's getting really close to psychiatric intervention (at my request) 🤣

I would look forward to the times I got to wake up in the morning, hopefully next to him because nothing in the night pulled him away from me. I'd be so happy to get out of bed and do morning stuff with him. Maybe showering - and it doesn't even have to be anything sexual (but hello???). Just that closeness.

And yeah, his soft, wet tummy pressing against your wet body. Both of you sliding against each other as you talk about silly, inconsequential things like what you dreamt about or what you want to have for lunch today. While you're shaving his chin, prepping him for the day, he is already thinking about showing up where you're at and surprising you with something that you said you were craving a week ago, but you haven't mentioned since because things have been so crazy that you barely have time to breathe, let alone think about what you're going to eat that day.

When he does show up with food, you see him walking across the parking lot and you run out to meet him and jump into his arms. You both just stand there on the sidewalk, clinging to each other. Talking about how much you missed him and how lucky are you to have such a great man that listens to your blabbering and takes notice of when you say something that you want/want to do.

He feeds you the first bite because he wants to see when the flavors hit your tongue and your face lights up (he moves his hand away a lot faster than you do when you take a bite of something). The look on your face is nothing short of orgasmic - but he just laughs at the joy you're expressing over something as innocuous as a bite of food. That's what makes him the happiest - when something so simple can bring you such contentment.

And when it's time for him to go, you walk hand in hand to where he's parked, and he pushes you against the door of his car and he smooshes himself against you and puts his forehead against yours and thanks YOU for letting HIM bring you lunch. He talks about how much he loves that he can do little things like this - ok, too far? Idk. I'm in complete Lala-land over this man.

And he wraps that discussion up with a sweet, slow, soft kiss to your lips that leaves you kind of breathless. It's not the usual kiss he gives you when you're saying goodbye in the morning or hello in the evening - unless he's trying to sway your disposition.

But this kiss is almost a promise that better things are to come.

Staying true to his unspoken word, you walk in the door and all of the lights are off. In electricity's place, there are candles lit and scattered all about the living room. Something smells really good but it's not food.

It's Kafka. He's wearing a cologne he tried a couple of weeks ago when you were out at the mall. He tried it and wore it very well that day - really, for the next 8 hours after he put it on.

In those hours, you couldn't keep your hands or mouth off of him, much to his surprise/pleasure.

He heard the front door close, and you call out hello to him and he came from down the hall. Your eyes met; you noticed right away his brow was quirked in a suggestive way.

You were on him like white on snow and you had the best end to an already amazing day.

I WOULD GIVE UP SO MUCH TO HAVE THIS MAN BE MY BOYFRIEND. Goddamn it, I love him so much.

@supersecretsaga @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo

@reiners-milkbiddies @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82

@trevengersprincess @arlerts-angel @bakubunny

@viburnt

#kafka hibino #hibino kafka #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kafka x reader #kafka x you #kafka x y/n #kafka hibino x reader #kafka hibino x you #kafka hibino x y/n #hibino kafka x reader #hibino kafka x you #hibino kafka x y/n #kaiju no 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 x you #kn8 x y/n #my favorite type of ask is about kafka hibino

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woozingie · 6 months ago

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7:56

member: woozi x gender neutral reader genre: domestic fluff? funny? flirtatious? pre-dating era? bro i've not been using the terminology word count: 600 CLEAN lil note: the 11pm writing bug has bitten again............. the ghost of tumblr past is back..... or is she........

who invited you over for this fucking game of uno? your brain was too foggy to recall, but whoever had their name all over the "wanna uno bro???🐯" text at the top of your messages was going to pay the price.

what were the chances you'd be invited for a game that is the opposite of time sensitive right around the time jihoon came back from his daily workout session? when most of the guys were hanging out at dino's place because it was easier to have him clean up after them? when it was sure jihoon would walk into the room, headed for a shower, and be interrupted by ten different conversations at once? how come all this happened right under your nose, when most of the idiots in the vicinity knew you'd rather have your nose smooshed onto jihoon's six-pack? someone call interpol. you had an international criminal organisation working against you.

you couldn't even bring yourself to look away from jihoon's sweaty back in his grey t-shirt as vernon and seokmin were yelling at your choice of card -- a yellow 4 had no place on top of a red 2 -- and it had your friends wheezing. they thought they were slick. the amount of male voices in the room was usually a bit overwhelming, but they felt so far away. your sight was working overtime, as if you could control his movements with just one look, have him turn around, and once again through eyes only let him know how bad you had it for him, and how little you knew you deserved him returning any of those feelings. he was so quiet, and suddenly, surprisingly so funny, then such a great conversationalist, such a wonderful musician, such a great friend, but he had to go ahead and get astronomically hot and thick. your brain turned to mush every time one square inch of muscle showed.

the game was going pretty bad. junhui, who you had only just realised had joined the game, had proclaimed uno and you had about 13 cards still in hand. "you're supposed to get rid of the cards," vernon deadpanned. "get them empty and ready to grab.... biceps," seokmin added after a quick look over his shoulder. jihoon had pulled his shirt sleeve to his shoulder and was currently flexing against mingyu's defined bicep. you choked on your own spit when your mouth remembered to swallow the overflow of saliva. vernon shook his head with a barely hidden chuckle, but seokmin's less discreet howl of laughter had your person of interest staring right at you. he gave you a smile, a nod and a small wink, before announcing he would be showering for the next twenty minutes. right then, junhui placed his final card and declared his win. you had 15 cards in hand. "FUCK!" you yelled, halting everyone's conversations and thoughts. getting up, fists clenched, you pursued: "HIM! I WANNA FUCK HIM! AND I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

out of breath, you looked around to see twelve pairs of half-amused, half-flabbergasted eyes. in the shocked silence, a soft, cheeky voice echoed from the bathroom door right down the hall. "come get it, then!"

you could have melted into a puddle of embarrassment. you wish you would have disappeared into thin air, started your life anew somewhere far away from here. if it weren't for the boys' excited screams of "ooohhh nooo waaaayyyy!!!!!" and "get iiiiiit!!!!" you would have missed the message.

that was the day you established a new world record for living room to bathroom sprint.

#she lives......#woozi x reader #woozi fluff #?#woozi scenarios #woozi fanfic #woozi imagines #woozingie timestamp series

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biancadjarin · 2 years ago

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Thinking about being

Bully!Eddie’s passenger princess

18+

(Bully!Eddie drives a black Camaro in my mind)

Eddie found you where he usually finds you after school. In the library. Books and papers spread all around you, pencil being chewed nervously in your mouth.

You feel a finger drape around your neck softly, pulling the curtain of your hair over your shoulder and exposing your ear for his lips to whisper into. “Don’t study too hard y/n.” You shiver at his warm breath against your ear. He knows that’s your weakness. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek with an exaggerated “muah!” for everyone to hear.

“Well thanks to you, I have to do extra credit in biology because my grades are slipping.” You say bitterly. “Thanks to me?” He asks, clearly flattered. “Because you just can’t focus when you’re near me huh?” He asks, sitting on the table in front of you, his lap directly in your face.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You smile back at him sarcastically. You hate that it’s true. You sigh deeply and close the textbook you’ve been reading, eyes too tired to keep studying the tiny print.

“Well if you’re done studying I wanna take you somewhere.” Eddie says abruptly. “Uh while that’s a tempting, extremely vague offer, I’ll have to pass.” “Oh come on my pretty little thing.” He pleads as he starts to put all your things in your backpack. “Come with me to run an errand and then I’ll drive you home. Promise.”

You’ve been driving for almost an hour when you pull into a high end community full of big houses. The whole ride was filled with playful flirting, Eddie even asking you some actual questions to get to know you more. He wouldn’t let you pick any music, saying your taste in music is “absolute shit.” but his metal rock was actually pretty good. He told you about his band, his uncle, his friends. He held your hand the whole way, bringing it to his lips to kiss your fingers occasionally, then letting it rest in your lap. His bulky rings are fun to spin around his thick fingers, you feeling the shapes and ridges in them, commiting them to memory. It was nice. Oh no, it was nice.

“If I’m here to help you commit a crime, I’m out, Eddie.” He laughs at you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he looks in your eyes, car slowing down at the end of the street. “What crime would I possibly be committing, sweet angel?” You shrug, lips smooshed together by his strong fingers. “Breaking and entering? Grand theft auto?” He lets go of your face to turn the wheel into a long driveway, stopping in front of one of the biggest houses on the block. “I have hot wired a few cars before but that’s not what we’re doing, don’t worry.” He winks at you.

Eddie puts the car in park and presses his back into his seat as he lifts his hips and spreads his thighs. He’s getting comfortable. “Now what?” You ask. “Patience, sweet thing. Rick will come out soon.”

You see a tall man in a button up shirt and khakis emerge from the front door. Down the winding driveway, holding a small black duffel bag. He wears sunglasses and his hair is a little disheveled but he’s not bad looking. Kinda handsome. Probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s.

Eddie reaches into the back seat and grabs an empty paper bag. Then his hand reaches across your lap, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your upper thighs purposefully. He unlatches the glovebox and pulls out a fat wad of cash. Your eyes go wide as he tries to fold it and put it into the bag.

He notices a little gasp that leaves your mouth. “You like that huh?” He asks. “Y’know… I can buy you things baby. Take you places. There’s a lot of world outside Hawkins.” His voice is low and husky, like the whispered promise of a devil. It makes your stomach clench. You’ve never seen that much money in person and Eddie was acting like this is a usual occurrence for him.

Rick taps on the tinted driver side window of Eddie’s Camaro. He smiles at you as he rolls down the window, “sup man?” “Eddiiiiiie my boy-” Rick’s cut off when his eyes land on you. He raises his brows and looks back at Eddie.

“She’s cool man. She’s with me.” He tell Rick. “Alright. What’s your name beautiful?” Your jaw hangs open but nothing comes out, too nervous too speak. Eddie laughs and pinches your chin in his hand with his thumb and first finger. “She’s a little shy.” He says over his shoulder to Rick. “You got that new stuff you were telling me about?” Eddie asks him, returning his attention back to Rick but keeping his hand firmly on your thigh. His fingers squeeze the plush flesh there and it makes your nerves fizzle away.

“Hell yeah man. Shit’s crazy strong. Flown in from Hawaii. Can you believe that?” “Shit man, Hawaii’s pretty cool.” Eddie says, voice flat and bored, wanting to get this exchange over with so he can be alone with you again.

He passes Rick the paper bag and takes the duffel in return. He places it gently on your lap, winking at you as he does. “Got the usual shit in there Eddie but I included some crazy powder that my guy got his hands on last time he was in Miami. I put a few small baggies in there. Do ‘em for $50 each.” Eddie nods, eyes peeking at you and the bag in your lap.

“But don’t you touch that stuff.” Rick says pointing to you with a laugh. “My girl’s taking bumps of the shit all the time. Costing me a fortune.” He says as he looks back at his mansion. “Alright well as always,” he reaches in to shake Eddie’s hand, “Always a pleasure doing business.” Eddie finishes. Rick says it was nice to meet you and heads back inside.

“You didn’t tell me you were taking me on a drug deal, Eddie!” You say as soon as his window is rolled up. “Of course I didn’t. Didn’t want you to overreact. Like you’re doing right now.” You scoff and push the bag off your lap onto the floor. “I don’t want to be an accomplice to your crimes.”

He laughs at that, hand coming back to slide into your lap. His fingers curl softly around yours, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss before placing your hand in his lap to hold. “S’too late princess. You’re just as guilty as me now.” You scoff, heart starting to race at the thought of getting in trouble. “I know I said I’d take you home but I think I’d rather try some of this Hawaiian strain back at my place? That ok angel?” You sigh deeply, knowing coming home late will worry your parents. But when Eddie looks at you like he’d crumble into a million pieces if you say no, how can you turn him down?

“Okay.”

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as easy as breathing

Fighting his own tiredness and accepting how much he is willing to do for his mate, David gets a sleepy Angel ready for bed.

Kinda non-canon order of events, and David is way more fluffy than he was in the early audios, but I don't even care. This is all vibes and no thoughts.

Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Literal Sleeping Together, Early Relationship, Late at Night, Comfort No Hurt

Rated - T

4470 words (read here or on ao3)

David knew the second he walked into their apartment, that something was wrong. The only things on his mind were wondering what exactly was wrong and how he could fix it. His Alpha instincts coming to the fore and wiping out all other thoughts.

“Where’s Angel?”

Usually they would have bounded to the door to greet him with their seemingly unending energy, bouncing on their toes impatiently as he removed his shoes and outerwear before they could jump into his waiting arms – no. His arms didn't wait to hold them, he just didn't want them to fall, right? But they would be there. Ready to greet him, ready to let him pour out his stress and relax like a human being should be able to.

A feeling of unease settled over him as he made his way around the apartment, checking each room for his mate. All of the lights were off. Strange. Angel always turned them all on as soon as they got through the door, not that he hadn't told them off countless times for it, but that was beside the point. "They should've been home ages ago. They aren't working late tonight, so where are they?" Each of his senses were keenly centred on finding them, safe.

On cracking open the door to their bedroom, he found the first of his answers. The dim glow coming in from the street – they hadn't even closed the curtains, it must have been a really busy day for them – barely offered enough light for him to make out their figure. Even without employing his wolf-like vision, he could see them as clear as day. Angel was lying face down across the width of the bed, fully clothed, and on the verge of falling asleep, their fluffy-socked feet dangling off the side. Breathing in, he caught the unmistakable scent of minty toothpaste, “ah, so they did at least have the fore-thought to clean up before crashing on the bed,” he thought as he rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Angel," he called out, pitching his voice low, so as not to wake them up too abruptly, he wasn't that uncaring. "You need to get out of your work clothes at least, you can't sleep like that." Though, knowing them, they probably could sleep like that, but they certainly wouldn't get a very good night of it, and they would absolutely spend all of tomorrow complaining about the bad quality of their sleep and the terrible discomfort caused by the awkward position – although they would never admit that last part – so he was just doing them both a favour by disturbing them now.

He heard a grumble that turned into a whine, "dun’ wanna." Angel's reply was muffled by the duvet smooshed against their face, but he heard them clearly, he always heard them. "'m sore... and tired."

Despite them not even looking in his direction, his eyes rolled again, hiding the indescribably, overwhelming pang of wanting to soothe their aches. He continued his lecture, "even more reason why you should get up and move to a more comfortable position. And get changed while you're at it."

All he got in reply was a disgruntled groan, to which he huffed a laugh devoid of humour as he stayed by the door – not wanting to disrupt the moment in front of him more than he already was – leaning against the frame, his body blocking most of the light from the hall, but what did peak past him faintly shone over Angel's body. They looked so small, so tired, and again he felt a need to remedy that. He'd never felt like this for anyone before. Of course he cared about the pack, but this was... different.

“You mess.” The insult held none of the bite it often carried, instead it had an air of resigned affection as he sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” He slowly stepped closer, breaching the threshold of the room he shared with Angel, the room that used to be his alone, so alone. “Bad day?” Unused to being a source of comfort, David started with what he knew; ascertain the situation, form a plan to fix said situation, then carry out said plan. Easy.

“Was just long... lots of runnin' about. Nuthin’ major, but ‘m tired.” Angel was clearly minimising their exhaustion, whether for his sake he didn't know, their lips lazily forming around slow words. He already knew their tells, but thought better of berating them for that right now, they probably wouldn't even remember this conversation in the morning. For now he could help them now, and lecture them – affectionately – tomorrow. The chill of his jeans rested against Angel's calf that hung over the edge of the bed.

"Cold," they whined, unhappy at the sudden uncomfortable feeling, mixing through and around how much they wanted him to come closer.

"I was outside, genius." David started to nudge at their hip, encouraging them to roll over at least, to which they obliged, mostly, leaving him to do most of the work, their body limp and heavy in his hold. He then took their hand intending to pull them up to their feet, but Angel had other ideas, as they often did, derailing his carefully laid plans. Although, to be fair, he often enjoyed their derailments.

They dragged him down, down, down to them, with their soft limbs and sleepy eyes.

He could have easily resisted, he was much bigger and stronger than his mate, even before factoring in how tired they were. A treacherous thought flashed through his mind of Angel trying and trying to get him to budge and failing, miserably, but instead he relaxed his muscles and let them move him. Pulling him closer, shifting their hands up his arms until they wrapped around his neck and curled into the back of his t-shirt, until he was hovering over them, supporting his weight with his other hand, and his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of their legs.

Angel looked up at him with pouting lips and half-closed eyes almost entirely veiled by their lashes and wordlessly demanded a kiss, not one bit intimidated by the “big, bad wolf” looming over them and caging them in. David wanted to laugh at their boldness, their... stupidity, but he wanted to kiss them too.

Their breaths mixed in the space in between.

"No kisses,” he whispered, shaking his head, hair loosely flopping around, the movement catching Angel's eyes as they frowned. “Not until you get up." He was good at denying what they both wanted, delaying the sweetness just a little longer. David knew if he gave them what they wanted now, they'd more than likely fall asleep. How was he supposed to deal with an unconscious body? From experience – too many sleepovers, in a time that felt too long ago, with Asher laying across them all in some approximation of a dogpile – he knew that sleeping people were very unwilling to being manoeuvred, their limbs loose and heavy, and he had no intention of finding out how heavy a sleeper Angel was in that regard.

Eventually Angel gave in, gave a groan of assent, and he hauled them bonelessly up to their feet. They were unsteady, swaying, so he stood close. Close enough to catch them should they lose their balance. Eyes blinking open and shut every now and then with no rhyme or reason as to when, but staying shut more often than not. David moved to sit on the bed, arms still poised to break their possible fall, thumbs slotting into their belt loops, gently coercing them back to a vertical state against every lean and wobble. "Why d'you get tuh sit?" Angel complained sleepily, their expression of frustration failing with their ever-waning grip on consciousness.

He sighed, not out of annoyance, but out of reluctance to give voice to how he felt right now, he just hoped they were already in that hazy twilight-zone between wakefulness and sleep. "Because. If I didn't, I'd get a backache reaching down to help you undress.” The inherent gruffness in his words didn't carry over to the affectionate tone, or the soft look in his eyes. “You clearly aren't stable enough to do it yourself right now." But neither of those things were what caught Angel’s attention.

"Oooh~ y'wanna undress me~? I didn't know we were gonna have that-" A drawn-out yawn interrupted their words, Angel was so tired they couldn't even find the energy to fight the action or cover their mouth, David couldn't help but find it endearing, as loath as he was to confess such a thing aloud. "Kinda night," they finished with bleary eyes that didn't quite match the attempt at a suggestive invitation.

David held back a growl of frustration at his mate's insistence at continuing their role as an unapologetic flirt in their current condition, head bobbing as sleep threatened to steal them away again. "No, we're just going to sleep." In contrast to his growled words, still patiently low in volume, he gently tugged at the lapel of their jacket and slipped it off their shoulders, one by one, keeping a steady hand on their waist. Angel tried to help, moving their arms slowly, as though fighting the strain of invisible weights. "You're already exhausted, and I told you before, I like you in prime condition when we do that. You look like you'd fall asleep halfway through, if you even made it that far, and I don't particularly want to push you past what you can take.” This was as honest as would let himself be right now, baring his vulnerabilities, his softer side had never been an option for the young Alpha, but he was learning, for their sake as well as his own.

Angel's head bobbed up and down, this time consciously, in acceptance of what he had said. So with careful hands, he deftly folded their jacket and set it on the bed beside him, all without taking his eyes off of Angel's, watching them, observing them, just as they watched and observed him, although with less focus on their end. David felt the twinkling edges of exhaustion starting to creep back in after the initial driving force of concern that had powered him since coming home starting to wane and attempt to shift into tiredness, but he fought against it. He would sleep when Angel was taken care of, and not a moment sooner. Sometimes he felt pressured by the protective urges that came with being Alpha, but if it kept his mate safe and happy, there's almost nothing he wouldn't do.

As he slowly manoeuvred them to stand between his legs, they stumbled a bit and reached out to hold onto David’s shoulders for support, leaning their weight on him, letting him be their rock. People usually kept their guard up around him – he understood that, he was used to that – but not Angel. They released all control, and placed it in his care without a second thought. David wasn't used to caring for others, not like this, not in such an up-close-and-personal way, but seeing the trust Angel put in him, it felt as easy as breathing.

With careful attention and diligent hands, David started to unbutton their shirt, focus divided between their skin being uncovered bit by bit, and making sure Angel didn't slip out of his reach, they already weren't the most graceful being when fully conscious, the number of “surprise bruises” as they called them were a testament to that. While he fantasised – wanting nothing more than to pepper the skin in front of him with kisses and bites and reminders that they were his and wishing they would do the same to him, to claim him as theirs – he never strayed from the task at hand.

Angel was less than co-operative, at the very least they weren't struggling or unwilling, but their idea of "helping" wasn't helpful at all. Their clumsy fingers getting in his way and, as if running on auto-pilot, managing to re-button some he'd already pulled open. Seeing as Angel was hell-bent on negating his efforts, he clenched his jaw momentarily and switched objectives. Truly, David didn't hold this bout of brattish behaviour against his mate, he saw how they tried their best to help anyone they could, picking up extra shifts and even learning how to cook a few dishes to take the strain off of him when he worked late. They only wanted to help, he could see that. He just wished they were better at choosing when to offer said help.

He worked on removing the rest of their clothes. After unbuttoning and unzipping their bottoms, he slipped the fabric down their thighs. “Can you step out of them, without face-planting?” Unsurprisingly, Angel answered without words, but rather than stepping with one foot and then the other as expected, assisting in David's task to get them ready for bed, they sat on his knee, coaxing a strangled groan from his chest. It still helped, in a way, but their need to be a troublesome menace, even when half-asleep astounded the Shifter, and tested him in ways he didn't entirely appreciate at the current moment when it was taking all of his restraint to hold himself in check, and keep himself awake.

Leaning their head on his shoulder, soft breaths puffed across his collarbone through his t-shirt. Even when unaware of their actions, they could get him riled up so easily. David took a moment to breathe, counting to ten, to centre himself, before wrapping one arm around their waist, to anchor them to him more securely, then leaning down to free the clothing from around their legs, then folded it as best he could with one hand free, and added it to the growing pile.

Sitting on his lap, an ear resting over his heart, Angel had been lulled back into a drowsy state, hands loose at their sides, no longer intent on hindering his progress. Taking advantage of this moment of stillness, David finished undoing the rest of the buttons on their shirt and slipped it off, placing it neatly with the rest of their clothes. Having been together for almost a year, and living under the same roof for more half of that, he'd seen them naked plenty of times, but now, without the burning passion and need, it somehow felt more intimate, like Angel was baring a lot more than just their skin with allowing him this sight, by trusting him not to take advantage of what they freely gave him, what he had worked to earn. "You still with me?" He asked, lips brushing their hairline.

A pause, "...yup." Their voice barely a whisper above the sound of their breathing, unable to encourage their larynx to sound out the words. It didn't matter. He heard them.

He leaned over to pull out their sleep-shirt for tonight, a half-smile on his face as he saw it was one of his that Angel had appropriated a few months ago, claiming it was their favourite colour, “can I have it, pretty, pretty please?” The memory may have been a stupid one, but it really was all the little things they did that continued to warm his heart. "Lift your arms for me, Angel?" It might be mid-November, but the living furnace they were, they didn't have the need for layers that were too insulating while they slept, although they always insisted on wearing socks to bed, something he very much disagreed on.

They sleepily followed his request, letting him slip the shirt over their head and guide their arms through the sleeves. He gave his mate a half-squeeze-half-hug and kissed their temple. No matter how difficult they behaved initially, they always managed to do something that broke through his defences, even unintentionally. After becoming Alpha, he had tried so hard to keep everyone at arm's length, if not further, and here they were, an unempowered human, chipping away at his stony exterior bit-by-bit, to uncover how deeply caring he was at his core. He had to applaud their determination, or was it just plain stubbornness? Either way, he had to admit they were succeeding, not even he thought he was capable of such softness, but here he was, David Shaw holding his sleepy mate and not regretting a single second of it.

Now Angel was dressed for bed, that was one thing out of the way. As he laid gentle kisses from their temple, down their cheek, to their jawline, waking them up softly, pulling them back from the brink of sleep, just enough. They lazily reciprocated the kisses once he eventually reached their lips before he pulled back.

"Did you eat dinner?"

"Mm-hmm," Angel hummed, eyes still closed as they returned to their previous position of leaning their head in the crook of David's neck. He wasn't expecting a riveting conversation with them at this stage, but one-word answers weren't going to get him much in the way of details.

"What did you have?" He continued, rubbing his hands up and down their back as they tucked in impossibly closer.

"The thing you made. In the slow cooker." Their command of the English language was certainly not their strong suit right now, so he took pity on them, for the most part. He knew exactly what they were referring to, but as much as they liked to tease and taunt him, he liked doing it too, although usually in less obvious ways.

"The stew?"

"Yeah. Was nice."

That caught him off-guard. Being on the more modest side, and treasuring the meaning held in words, David certainly wasn't fishing for empty compliments, but nice wasn't how he'd have described it. "High praise indeed," he laughed softly, knowing it was one of Angel's favourite dishes.

Even in their sleepy state, Angel could hear the smirk on his face. "Sh'up," they slurred, no bite intended. Angel was currently fighting a losing battle against sleep, their eyes had blinked shut more times than they had said words in the last five minutes, and they were currently closed as David stood up. He lifted them into his arms, pulling back the covers and slipped his mate into bed. His little mate, always little in comparison to him, He remembered not too long ago how afraid he had been of hurting them – not intentionally, never intentionally – with his blunt words and intimidating frame. He was still afraid of that. But they had a big personality and an even bigger heart, big enough to let him inside even when he didn't feel he deserved such grace. “Where you goin'? Come back,” they grumbled, stretching their hands out in his general direction to grab at him despite him being too far away to reach. A fruitless task, yet they still tried, hoping maybe he would take pity on them and close the distance.

He scoffed in mild disbelief. “I have to get washed up, get out of these.” He gestured at his own clothes, pinching the fabric away from his body. “And then I'll get into bed.” He moved their clothes from the end of the bed to atop the chest of drawers.

“Can't sleep without you.” His ears picked up the truth in what Angel said, wavering at the edges. They liked to give off a tough image too, letting it fall away when they didn't have to worry about appearances or consequences. David couldn't lie, he had been sleeping better with them by his side, and missed them when they had an overnight shift or back in the early days when they would return to their own apartment after a weekend at his.

He laughed, shaking his head as he stepped away. “Then what were you doing before I woke you then, you menace?” A rhetorical question. He knew the answer, whether or not they would say it out loud was another thing altogether. Angel could faintly hear the sounds of running water, the brushing of teeth, and bottles tapping against the counter as they were lifted and replaced. All the sounds of David's nightly routine quietly mixing together as they faded in and out of consciousness.

Soon enough – although as far as Angel was aware, it could have been hours later – David returned to the room. He noticed they had barely moved, merely turning over to watch the door, waiting to see him come back, although their efforts were ultimately thwarted by their closed eyes, but the sentiment was there all the same. He'd found, in their short time together, that they always looked to him, no matter where they were, Angel twisted in their seat, or tilted their head back, like a sunflower to the sun. He couldn't blame them. When they weren't looking, he did the same, he only hoped he was as obvious as they were – he had a reputation to uphold.

Pulling off his t-shirt, David started to get himself ready for bed. The further away from the day he got, the slower his movements became, his own eyes becoming heavy. The tiredness he had been fighting gained a second wind and he was feeling every ounce of it.

Next, he unbuckled his belt, making sure not to let it rattle and make too much noise as he shuffled his black jeans down his legs, draping both garments over the chair near the door and picked up a pair of pyjama bottoms. Pulling his socks off as he walked back to the bed, he quickly flung them into the hamper across the room. David knew he was in a losing fight with sleep, so didn't try to push his luck any further, he sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the bottoms on, feeling the weight of the day melting into his muscles.

Without disturbing the covers too much or letting the heat escape into the mild chill of the room, he slipped in behind Angel. His mate had one hand tucked under the pillow but noticed they were clenching and unclenching the other, occasionally rolling their wrist in half-abandoned circles. "Is your hand sore?"

"Hmm? Oh, I must'a been typing too much, s'okay though.” Again, they minimised their struggle to stop him worrying.

"Let me." He reached his arm over their body and took their aching hand into his own, carefully massaging the meat of their palm with his thumb, bracketing their fingers with his own. The tension almost immediately leaving Angel's body as they relaxed in his hold.

"How'd the job go?" Angel asked, just about avoiding another yawn interrupting them.

"Do you actually care, or do you just want me to talk as background noise?"

"¿Por qué no los dos?" They could barely speak, but could still manage meme references, in another language no less, Angel never ceased to amaze him in one way or another. His amazing mate. All his. David looked at them fondly while holding back a laugh.

“Fine.” As the pair settled in and got comfortable – Angel slotting perfectly in the curve of his body, it was like they were made for him, made for each other – David hummed, thinking about how to sum up the day he had.

“Well, it was a simple job, just doing some bouncer-type work for an empowered-only night at a club just outside of the city. They don't normally need our level of security, usually their own doormen are more than sufficient, but this was a big night for them.” He paused, enjoying the first bit of comfort he'd had since he left the apartment a mere eight hours ago. It wasn't a particularly taxing gig, but being surrounded by loud, obnoxious people for the evening was decidedly not David's cup of tea. “Nothing happened that needed our attention; everyone managed to stay on their best behaviour. Better to be safe than sorry, I suppose.”

He described some of the interesting individuals he met, and recounted some of the chatter from the others that came through the radio ear pieces. The Alpha was still opposed to “idle gossip” but knew that talking about anything and everything sent Angel to sleep, and if they were asleep, then they were safe. If they were safe, then he could rest easy.

“Asher was stationed next to the restrooms, mostly to keep an eye out for illegal substance use, but he was more interested in seeing who went in and left with who than-“

“Empowered drugs?” Of course they'd latch onto that.

“Yeah, it's a whole thing. Obviously, for certain magical races, our metabolic rate is higher so “ordinary" drugs wouldn't work as intended, and others take stuff that makes them feel like another specialty for a few hours. It's a whole thing, and highly dangerous, as you can imagine.” Angel hummed contemplatively as he continued. “Milo was checking IDs and I watched over the whole place from next to the bar. Christian had the smoking area covered and kept us updated. Personally, I think they all use the radio too frequently, and for the dumbest stuff, but it stops them dying of boredom and missing something important, so there's that.” He sighed, thinking about the delicate line he walked between friend and Alpha. His dad had made it look so easy, he just hoped he could find that balance some day.

Their breathing had slowed again. Not yet sleeping again, but not too far from it. His words went over their head, none of the meaning seeping into their thoughts, but the low rumble of his chest against their back carried them off to a dreamland, where none of the day's stress could bring them down. Being a Shifter, his affinity for non-physical magic had its limits – although he was forever in awe of just how much Marie could do with her Healing magic and a side of stubbornness to boot – but he let himself imagine being able to weave a pleasant dream for himself and Angel, putting his intentions into a form that didn't require the words that were too hard to say yet. He would say them, just not yet.

“Hah, you're asleep already? Sweet dreams, Angel."

The gentle thrumming of Angel's heartbeat filled his senses, as his filled theirs – his core finally content with the fact that his mate was safe and comfortable – they both slipped off with comfortable ease. Steady breaths lulled them through the night, allowing their minds to unpack and rationalise the day's events while their bodies recuperated to be ready for the new day ahead with all of its trials and joys in equal measures. Falling asleep wrapped up in each other's arms was as easy as breathing.

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