#i’m gonna try to do more like this no promises

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

not editing this or proofreading it. school is hard, so all you guys get is my shower thoughts for now 😔 this shit is so unserious. i also lost motivation for this one, so… have this

cw- demon!sukuna, chubby!reader, smut, mdni

imagine summoning demon sukuna on accident in your sleep only to find out he’s actually an incubi.

he stares at you with a smoldering gaze as his wets his lips with his forked tongue. he’s eager to indulge, and you are the perfect prey.

seeing this as something you can use to your own advantage, you ask him to take care of your little “problem”… the problem being that you’re a complete loser virgin.

also, this is just a dream, right? it’s not like you’re going to suffer any real life consequences! maybe your subconscious will come up with a juicy enough scenario to satisfy your urges without having to look for a real man because… ew.

the only dick you’re getting is in your dreams… that is until he reveals to you that he actually has two dicks.

“o-oh!” you gape as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from him. two whole dicks… his presence is suffocating in your mind.

“already taking back your request, woman?” he asks in a low rumble. he’s definitely challenging you right now.

“no! it’s not like it’ll hurt-“

your words are cut off by him removing the sheets that were covering your body. he curls a finger into the waistband of your panties, and he can feel his mouth already begin to salivate from the promise of burying his tongue so deeply into your weeping pussy until you’re writhing and begging for a break.

however, his one track mind is completely halted once he lays eyes on said slickened pussy.

“what- is something wrong?” you quickly ask, looking down for yourself. not a fictional dream man already making you feel self conscious about your body.

“you’re hairless.” he notes bluntly, leaning in to get a closer inspection.

“stop that!” you bat him away, crossing your legs so he can’t see you anymore.

“don’t hide yourself from me.” you swear you hear him growl as he forces your plush thighs back open. he leans in closer, and he takes a deep breath. the scent of your arousal has him throbbing in need, but he’s completely mesmerized by the fact that there’s not any hair.

“did you just sniff me-?” you ask, unsure if you want the answer to that question or not.

“you smell normal.” he remarks with the same blunt tone. he then leans into you — his warm breath caresses your sensitive skin, and you feel your back arch involuntarily for him.

his tongue laps just once, savoring you as if he’s at a fucking wine tasting, and your virgin ass is already on the cusp from a little lick. you whine, trying to lift your hips as if to silently ask for more.

“you taste perfect.” he continues with his observations before his long fingers gently caress the small bundle of nerves that only you have ever touched, and fuck, he’s so skilled with moving his hand in perfect circles until your damp cunt is making wet schlicking noises.

you nearly cum when he slips two fingers inside your inexperienced hole.

“feels normal.” he comments, not paying any mind to how you’re nearly coming undone on his hand.

“are you fucking— oh sh-shit… giving me a doctor’s visit right now?” you manage to pant out as you look down at the demon.

“just trying to figure out why you’re hairless.” he obliges you with an answer while casually pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to brush against a spot that makes you cry out.

“i-i shaved!” you answered him frantically, rolling your hips as you shamelessly grind against his hand. the incubis smirks at your clear desperation. he feeds on it.

“shaved?” he asks, stroking his fingers against that spot with more vigor until he’s recklessly pounding his fingers into you.

“yes- oh my—… i’m gonna cum… don’t stop. oh right there!”

“tell me more about this shaving thing. why would you do such a thing to your pretty cunt, hm?” he prompts as if he’s not relentlessly finger fucking your poor pussy.

you can’t give him an answer because you literally can’t think. this demon is making you see the gates of heaven with his fingers.

it’s not a minute later before you’re screaming out in pleasure, soaking his hand in your juices as you finish on his digits.

he leans his monstrous sized body over yours, still leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of your fluttering cunt as he gives you an expectant gaze. he’s still waiting on his answer.

“it’s mostly for… for aesthetic purposes,” you manage to breathe out while your body is still vibrating from your orgasm. you’ve played around a time or two with your toy, but it had never felt this damn good.

“aesthetic purposes for who? you’re a pathetic virgin, are you not?” he asks with a low chuckle. “you humans are so perplexing. you’re lucky i find the rest of you aesthetically pleasing.”

you feel your face warm as you look down at your body. no one usually compliments your body. being a big girl means getting compliments about your smile or your hair — never your body because it’s never good enough.

“you do..?” you ask, unsure of if he truly meant his words.

his fingers slowly slide out of your warm channel, causing you to shudder from the emptiness.

“oh pet, i wouldn’t have answered your pitiful calls if i didn’t find you so tantalizing,” he slowly reaches his hand up, and he pinches your nipple, “i’ll have so much fun with you,”

then, he’s gone.

you startle awake in your bed, leaning up and looking around as you pant heavily. that all felt so real. sukuna felt so real.

peaking under the blankets, your eyes widen as you can immediately see that your orgasm was real. your bedding is completely soaked…

and you can’t wait to try and summon him later tonight again.

[suzukiblu]

. . . so like, no PROMISES for doing the whole month, buuuuut . . . day one of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, should I? In all the spare space I’ve got in here?” Tim asks, still sounding wry. 

“Buy a bigger boat, babe, I don’t know what to tell you,” Bernard says reasonably. “How’re we gonna keep a kept boy without a bigger boat, huh? You want a big pet around, you gotta have a big space for him. Let him really stretch his legs, you know? Or spread ‘em, whichever.’ 

Kon buries another laugh in his arms and Tim rolls his eyes, smiling fondly. Jokes aside, they really are crammed in pretty tight on the bed–it is just not that big a bed to be fitting three people in–but Kon minds literally nothing about that. Not even a little bit does he mind that, in fact.

He likes it, more like. Likes being all up in someone else’s space even without anyone actually fucking each other or even making out or like–just, anything, he guesses. He doesn’t get to do that often enough, it always feels like. Everybody’s always–busy, or moving, or . . . 

He just wants to, like . . . get to do this kind of thing more often, he guesses. 

Doesn’t hurt that it’s Tim whose space he’s currently all up in, either. Like–he has definitely not gotten to be all up in Tim’s space too many times that weren’t directly related to one of them saving each other’s ass in a crisis situation. Or, like, occasionally being transportation to a crisis situation; that has also been a thing more than once. 

. . . actually, fuck, thinking too much about being Tim’s usual designated transportation or just being all shoved up in each other’s space while the world was trying to end while he’s gay is not something he’s gonna be able to be normal about, huh. 

Like . . . wow, yeah. Not even a little bit normal. 

Jesus. 

“Oh, I see, so this is just another excuse to try and get me to trade in my perfectly sound and perfectly outfitted boat,” Tim says, which sort of distracts Kon from his own personal Chernobyl: Horny Edition. Like, kind of, anyway. “Is there literally anything that we have not managed to do in this bed? Genuinely, please tell me what position you have in mind, I’m honestly curious.” 

“Well, what about letting your boy sleep at the foot of the bed?” Bernard asks even more reasonably, which actually just made Chernobyl: Horny Edition like, twelve billion times worse, probably. Just–Jesus, again. “You think you’ve got the real estate for that on this mattress? No you do not, because you’ve failed to plan ahead and you should be ashamed.” 

“Yeah, Rob, shouldn’t you have a Bat-contingency plan for that?” Kon teases past more laughter, and Tim sighs. 

“You know, I did worry if you’d get along with each other or not, but I think it’s worse that you do get along with each other,” he muses, picking a peach slice up off the plate in his lap and eyeing it assessingly, because Tim is literally incapable of not assessing things, apparently, boyfriend-delivered breakfast or otherwise. “Actually, no, it’s worse that you encourage each other.” 

“I’m a very encouraging person, man, what can I say?” Kon says, flashing him a sharp grin. Tim rolls his eyes again, but with that little fond smile again, and Kon feels warm and heady and a little bit desperate to get his mouth on his cock again or, like–get kissed again, maybe. 

It’s maybe a little stupid, how he can’t really tell the difference between those things. Like–which one he really wants, he means. But like, in his defense, he is still experiencing his own personal Chernobyl right now and he’s just doing his best with the resources he’s got available, okay? 

“Oh absolutely, yes, I’m always so encouraged in your presence,” Tim says wryly. Kon grins at him, then sticks his tongue out at him instead. Tim drops the peach slice on his tongue like a weirdo, and Kon represses another laugh and pulls it into his mouth. What, it tastes good. And it’s not any weirder than getting hand-fed a protein bar was, either way. 

Well–maybe still a little weird, but whatever. 

Tim picks up a piece of waffle–Bernard cut them up in quarters, Kon guesses–and holds that out to him, and that . . . Kon hesitates a bit over that, because . . . 

“Sorry,” Tim says. “Don’t want it to get cold.” 

“That’s, like–your plate, man,” Kon says, his face feeling a little hot as he flicks his eyes up from the offered waffle chunk to glance at Tim’s face, because for some ridiculous reason his brain’s gotten stuck on that over a waffle, even after not really thinking of it with just the peach. Though that seemed . . . less deliberate, maybe, so . . . 

“No it’s not,” Bernard replies matter-of-factly, shaking his head as he picks up a banana slice off his own plate and pops it into his mouth. “Tim’s plate has way fewer waffles on it and blueberries instead of peaches. Also oh my god, Tim, don’t feed your boy dry-ass waffle with nothing on it. There’s whipped cream and caramel sauce over here, you want any, Kon? Also butter, if you’re feeling basic. I won’t judge, sometimes the vibe is just butter.” 

Kon takes a long moment to process the fact that Bernard put the plate he made for him on Tim’s lap, and also that Bernard went to the effort to make his plate different, for like . . . whatever reason. 

“. . . um. Caramel, if that’s cool,” he answers, a little belated, and wondering if Tim, like–told Bernard he likes peaches, or . . . well, he’s pretty sure peaches and caramel sauce are not standard waffle toppings, or at least not standard in most people’s usual breakfast setups, so like . . . “Uh–thanks.” 

“Gotcha, man,” Bernard says easily, reaching over to the tray and coming back with, weirdly, like a little, like–carafe, or whatever? pitcher? like the kind of thing people put coffee creamer in, except just full of caramel instead–and passing it to Tim. 

Which . . . okay, low-key weird that Bernard felt the need to pour out the sauce bottle into a fancy little pitcher, but Kon isn’t gonna lie, he’s a little charmed by it. Like, it’s just a funny little quirk, but . . . 

“You’re so fucking cute, man,” he says, laughing again and then grinning at Bernard in amusement. “Like, A+ hosting, don’t get me wrong, totally killer hospitality, but I wasn’t gonna knock down Tim’s Yelp rating if the bottle was sticky or whatever.” 

“Huh?” Bernard asks, wrinkling his nose with a puzzled expression, then seems to realize something and clarifies–“Oh, no, Tim only has the shitty cheap syrup that makes a shell when you put it on ice cream or whatever, I wasn’t gonna put that on waffles, I just made my own.” 

“You made it?” Kon says in bemusement, a little startled by the idea. That’s like–a thing? “Like–what, from scratch?” 

“Yeah, Tim said you liked caramel but again, the only caramel he had on deck was shitty cheap stuff,” Bernard replies with a shrug as Tim pours some sauce onto–Kon’s plate, apparently–and swipes the waffle quarter he’s holding through it. “Personally I’m more the whipped cream type but like, caramel is way less annoying to make from scratch when you don’t have a stand mixer, which your bestie continues to refuse to invest in because of some nonsense about ‘limited counter space’. So like, normally he whips the cream, because it’s his fault I gotta do it by hand anyway and also, you know, he’s got all those sexy, cream-whipping vigilante muscles that I was pretending not to notice but was not above taking advantage of. But we didn’t want you to come up without somebody around, so today my arm is sore, fuck you, babe, buy at least a hand mixer already.” 

Kon . . . blinks, once or twice, and feels–weird, maybe, because that rattled-off chatter makes it sound like . . . like Bernard made that sauce, like–specifically for him? Like . . . just because of him? 

Did he? 

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Birthdays ~ Love That Burns

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST / EVERYDAY MOMENTS MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,950ish

Summary: You know that Logan struggles with dates, so you take on the birthdays. Even if that means ignoring yours.

Warning(s): birthdays, negative self talk

Notes: Please share your thoughts! This fic goes with my series, Love That Burns! Please give it a read!

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks! 

It didn’t shock you to find out that Logan couldn’t remember his birthday. You didn’t make a big deal of it when the two of you were at the mansion. But now that you two were alone at the cabin, you decided that his birthday was worth celebrating. Though, you couldn’t let Logan know that just yet.

One morning, you and Logan were in the kitchen. He was eating breakfast while you were finishing up packing his lunch.

“Logan?” You questioned.

“Mhm?” He hummed, looking at you as he chewed his food.

“What time do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

“Around 4. I’m gonna try to be home earlier though, to help you with dinner.”

Your heart swelled at Logan’s thoughtfulness. “No rush.”

Logan’s brow quirked up. You were usually more excited to him home and helping you. He studied you as zipped up his lunchbox. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong. In fact, you seemed happy, lighter.

“Is something up, sweetheart?” Logan questioned.

“What?” You replied, confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you told be ‘no rush’ in coming home. Do you not want me to come home early?”

“You know I always want you home, Logan.”

“Then maybe I call in sick.”

“Too bad I just packed you a lunch.” You walked over and set it down next to him at the table. You leaned down and kissed his head before taking his plate and mug. “Don’t worry about me, Logan, I’m fine. I promise.”

“You’ve said that before.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m just—“

“No!” You lunged over and knocked the phone from his grip. He looked at you with surprise. “Go to work, please?”

Logan took you by the hips and pulled you into his lap. “What is goin’ on, sweetheart?”

You shook your head. “Just go to work and you’ll see when you come home, okay? I promise it’s nothing bad.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Just let me do something nice for you.”

Logan hummed before stealing another kiss. “Okay. You know that I don’t like surprises, right?”

“But you like my surprises, right?”

“Sweetheart, one of your surprises was that you turn to ash when you die.”

“I came back.”

“Logan chuckled. “Damn right you did.” He gave you another kiss. “Okay. I’ll go to work. But don’t think that I won’t be checking on you frequently today.”

You smiled at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

~~~

Logan continued to check on you throughout the day as promised. You answered him quickly and didn’t let it distract you from your work. You cleaned the house thoroughly before decorating it. You had bought a variety of fake candles and placed them all around the house, turning them on so they flickered. You hung up two happy birthday signs: one in the living room and one above your bed. You readied the snacks, desserts, and drinks you had hidden for his birthday; displaying them neatly on the table. You knew that Logan didn’t care for decorations or anything looking fancy, but it still felt good to do something like this for Logan. 

Once Logan told you he was on his way home, you changed into the new lingerie that you had bought for tonight and covered it up with one of Logan’s flannels. You turned off all the nights, allowing the candles to be the only source of light in the house. You bit your lip nervously as you listened for the truck to pull up. You knew that you went a bit over the top, but you were hoping that Logan could still enjoy it. Flames flickered at your fingertips as you heard the truck pull up and Logan exit it.

“Y/N? Honey?” Logan called as he entered the house, curious as to why the lights weren’t on. He took off his boots and hung up his jacket before entering the house further. Logan froze at the entrance to the living room, seeing the sign, candles everywhere, and you standing there in one of his flannels. “Sweetheart? What—? How did you—“

“Happy birthday, James,” you told him with a smile. “I figured that you didn’t remember when it was, so I thought that I would remind you.”

“This is all… for me?”

You giggled. “Well, obviously. Do you… do you like it?”

Logan didn’t answer, instead he rushed towards you and pulled you in for a kiss. You melted into him as he tried to pour all the words he couldn’t say into the kiss. When he broke the kiss, Logan kept you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“This is… the kindness thing anyone has ever done for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to say… or how to thank you.”

“No, need.” You gave his lips a peck. “I love you, James. Happy birthday.”

Logan smirked as his eyes roamed down your form. He hummed in approval. “Is that my flannel, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “Do you like it?”

“I always like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Well, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy what’s under it even more.”

Logan growled as his grip on your hips tightened. “Yeah, honey? And what do you have under there?”

“Why don’t you open your present and find out?”

Logan didn’t waste a second in ripping the flannel off of you and letting it be tossed to the floor. You laughed as he took you in.

“Is this set new?” Logan breathed out, taking in how amazing you looked. “Just for my birthday?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You like it?”

He picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You squealed as you laughed. “Let me show you jus how much I like it.”

~~~

Logan was never good with dates. That’s why it didn’t phase him they he didn’t know your birthday until the two of you had been back at the cabin for two years. One of his coworkers had been talking about what he was doing over the weekend for his wife’s birthday and it hit him that he didn’t know when your birthday was. He was angry with himself on his way home as well as confused as to why you hadn’t said anything.

During dinner, you could tell that something was weighing on Logan. 

“Is everything alright, Logan?” You finally asked.

“Yeah, just fine,” he mumbled, focusing on moving his food around the plate.

You nodded, unconvinced. 

~~~

Dinner passed awkwardly and before you knew it, the two of you were getting ready for bed. Logan was still tense and clearly in his head. You laid down and turned to face him as he continued to get ready for the night.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked again. “It seems like something’s on your mind.”

Logan sighed as he sat on the bed. “I have a question to ask and it’s going to seem stupid.”

You sat up and moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you think it is.”

“Some guy was talking at work today about how he was celebrating his wife’s birthday over the weekend… And I realized… Fuck, I’m a horrible partner.”

“Logan?”

“I realized that I don’t even remember when your birthday is.”

You tensed. You hadn’t ever wanted to make it a big deal that he didn’t know when your birthday was. You knew that he would feel incredibly guilty about it. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you sighed.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled against his shoulder. 

“No, it’s not,” he shrugged you off and stood up. Logan turned to face you and you could see that his shoulders were slumped. His hand ran through his hair. “I should know your birthday! We’ve been together for years now and years before everything happened. I should know your damn birthday!”

“Logan, it’s okay that you don’t.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.” You could tell that he was serious about this and very much angry at himself. He huffed. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch.”

“No!” You reached out for his wrist but he pulled away. “Logan—“

“I just need a night.”

Then Logan left the room, shutting the door behind him. You sighed, tears pricking your eyes. You knew that it would only make things worse now if you chased after him, so you didn’t. But you also knew that it was hard to sleep without him. You slipped on one of his t-shirts and curled up on his side of the bed, trying to find comfort in the lingering smell on his pillow. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you struggled to fall asleep without Logan.

~~~

Logan didn’t get much sleep. He hated that he didn’t remember the important things, like your birthday, and that he walked out of the room tonight. He couldn’t sleep without you and he knew that you struggled to do the same. By the time dawn was breaking, Logan couldn’t handle being away from you anymore. He slipped into the bedroom, his heart breaking a little to see you curled up with his pillow and one of his shirts on. Logan crawled over to you and pulled you into him.

“Logan?” You mumbled, barely waking.

He kissed your cheek. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart… I’m right here… I’m sorry for not sleeping in the bed.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.”

You sighed, pushing yourself further into him. “It’s not all on you… I could’ve told you when my birthday was. I just didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Anything involving you is a big deal to me, honey.”

You smiled. “So, you won’t freak out when I say my birthday was last week.” Logan tightened his grip on you. “I’m sorry. I should have told you but I was fine just having a regular day with you.”

“You shoulda told me,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry.” You turned your head to try to look at him. “Forgive me?”

He pecked your lips. “Always.”

~~~

The day went on like normal, with you and Logan having breakfast and doing chores around the cabin. When the afternoon came around, you stayed home while Logan went into town for a few errands. Logan came back a few hours later with your need groceries, a bouquet of flowers and a small wrapped gift.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he set the groceries on the counter and handed you the flowers.

“They’re beautiful, Logan,” you commented. “What are they for?”

“Happy late birthday.”

“Logan, you didn’t have—“

“I did because I love you and I’m never going to let another one of your birthdays pass without me doin’ something for you. Here.” He handed you the small wrapped gift. “It’s nothing much but…”

You set down the flowers and carefully unwrapped the gift. You bit your lip at the photo inside. It was a rare photo of you and Logan together at the mansion, that you had never seen before. The two of you were standing on the balcony, arms wrapped around each other, with Logan pressing a kiss to your forehead. You don’t know who caught this moment on camera, but you would be forever grateful for it.

Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “Do you like it?”

“Logan,” you breathed out, growing emotional, “I love it.” You set the gift down and wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is the best birthday present I’ve ever received. Thank you.”

“I wish I could do more. Next year—“

You shook your head. “I don’t need anything more. I just need you.”

[itsaintmebabe]

pure as snow

summary: in the quiet safety of jackson, joel miller fights his fear of hope and love as his growing feelings for y/n threaten the walls he’s built around his heart.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

notes: trying to write more fluff cause i feel like i’m always writing angst

The first snow of the season dusted Jackson like a quiet promise, soft and fragile, covering the rough edges of a world that had seen too much. The sound of boots crunching against it was the only thing breaking the hush as Joel made his way through the streets.

He saw her before she saw him.

Y/N stood by the paddock, arms wrapped around herself against the cold. The wind tugged at her hair, and the early morning light cast her in shades of pale gold and soft blue. She looked untouchable, a thing of quiet beauty in a world that had no business being gentle.

But Joel knew better. She wasn’t untouchable.

“Y/N.” His voice came rough, scraping against the cold air.

She turned, and the fragile stillness cracked. Her eyes landed on him, guarded and cautious, and Joel felt that familiar ache settle deeper into his chest. It had been there since the day they arrived in Jackson, since the day she smiled at him like he was worth something and made him remember things he thought he’d buried long ago.

It had started slowly. Joel and Ellie arriving in Jackson, trying to adjust to a life that felt almost too good to be true. Y/N had been there from the start, patient and kind, but never pushy. She helped Ellie settle in first, showing her around, introducing her to the kids, and making Jackson feel like a home. And maybe that’s why Ellie had taken to her so fast.

She was there when Ellie had nightmares, calm and steady when Joel didn’t know what to say. She taught Ellie how to ride better, helped her learn to shoot straighter, and sometimes just sat with her when the weight of the world got too heavy. Joel watched it happen, watched his girl find a kind of peace he didn’t think was possible anymore and it was because of Y/N.

“She likes you, you know,” Joel had said one night after patrol, the two of them tending to the horses in the stable.

Y/N had smiled, brushing a hand over the mare’s flank. “She’s easy to like.”

“Not always.”

That made her laugh, really laugh, and Joel remembered thinking how good it sounded, how rare it felt.

“Guess I just know how to handle stubborn people.” She’d shot him a look then, teasing and warm.

“Think you’re funny, huh?”

“A little.”

Ellie had noticed too. It didn’t take long.

“You like her,” Ellie teased one afternoon, flopping onto the couch with a smirk. “You get all weird when she’s around.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Drop it, Ellie.”

But she hadn’t. Not really. And maybe the kid was right, maybe Joel did get a little weird around Y/N. Because she made him feel things he hadn’t let himself feel in years, warmth, safety, hope. And that scared the hell out of him.

“Morning,” she said softly.

He nodded, coming to stand next to her at the fence. “Cold one.”

“Yeah.”

The silence stretched out, thick with words neither of them knew how to say. Joel wanted to reach out, to touch her hand, her cheek, but he kept his fingers curled into his gloves.

“You gonna be on patrol today?” he asked after a while.

She shook her head. “Tommy gave me a break.”

He felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. “Good. You… you should rest.”

Y/N’s lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You always say that.”

“Because you never listen.”

That earned him a quiet laugh, but it faded too quickly. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and frost, and Joel found himself watching her from the corner of his eye.

“You don’t have to keep looking out for me, Joel.”

The words were soft, but they hit hard.

“Somebody’s gotta,” he said quietly.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know.”

She turned to face him fully then, eyes searching his face. “Then why do you always act like you’re waiting for me to break?”

He didn’t have an answer for that or maybe he had too many. Because the world broke things. It broke people. And the more you cared about something, the more it hurt when it got taken away.

“I just…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t want anything happenin’ to you.”

The air between them felt heavier, filled with the weight of things unsaid. And then Y/N reached out, her gloved fingers brushing against his arm.

“I’m right here, Joel.” Her voice was soft. Steady. “You don’t have to keep waiting for the worst.”

But he did. He always did.

Before he could stop himself, his hand covered hers. The warmth of her touch bled through the cold, and Joel let himself hold on, just for a moment.

“You’re too good for this world,” he murmured.

“I’m not,” she whispered back. “I’ve just… managed to keep some pieces of myself together.”

He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she was the purest thing he’d found in a world gone bitter and dark. But Joel had never been good with words, and he was even worse when it came to hope.

So he held her hand a little tighter, and when she didn’t pull away, it felt like the first real warmth he’d known in years.

[theliving-radio]

Big Brother Malleus notices that something is wrong the moment he sees you walking in the hallway.

You look tired, your eyes were having a hard time staying open. Grim was hanging off your shoulder and kept pawing at your face to stay awake. A few times you would bump into a student and immediately started apologizing. Were you trying to rest your eyes while walking?

That wont do.

“My Baby Sibling, is something the matter?” Malleus walked straight into your direction to check up on you.

“Oh? Morning Horton, I’m doing alright! Nothing is wrong.” A lie. It was clearly a lie

Malleus raises a brow and looks over at Grim.

“They had a nightmare last night.”

“Grim!”

“What?! I’m not gonna lie to him! Plus you need rest! You weren’t able to fall back asleep! How is my Hench-human suppose to help me be the most powerful mage, if they can’t sleep well!”

Malleus made a mental note to gift Grim a treat for his honesty later.

“You lost sleep because of a nightmare? That won’t do, come my dear Baby Sibling. I shall help you rest.”

“Oh, Horton that’s all right-,” Malleus ignored you and took your hand in his as he carefully dragged you off with him.

Grim grabbed his notebook and hopped off your shoulder, heading to class now while the dragon fae whisked you away. “Mraaa! You better get some sleep this time!”

You kept protesting against Malleus, saying that you were fine and everything is ok with you. Did he listen? Nope. Not even for a second.

You’re his Baby Sibling who needs their sleep. And as the Big Brother, he’s gonna help you sleep.

Malleus took you all the way to his dorm room, guiding you over to his bed.

“Horton, I promise I’m fine! I need to get to class! Grim will have a hard time without me.”

“Nonsense, you clearly need rest.”

“A day without sleep wouldn’t kill me…”

“No, but it would kill me seeing my own Baby Sibling suffering throughout the day because of a nightmare that haunted them.”

Malleus gently guides you to sit on his bed, you just sit there and stare up at him while he looked down at you expectingly.

“… what?”

“Climb into bed”

“What- no!”

“Why not?”

“Horton, I can survive the day just fine, let me go to class.”

“Ah I see, you need to be in more comfortable clothes.”

With a flick of his wrist, your school uniform turned into a pair of cozy pajamas.

Is he serious right now?!

You were too baffled to say anything as Malleus begins to move you up his bed. He pulled the blankets all the way to your chin when he got you under the covers, making sure to tuck you in comfortably.

He stood back and puffed out his chest, clearly proud of his work.

You just looked like a head on a pillow in a sea of blankets.

“There, now you shall be able to sleep properly.”

You blinked up at the dragon fae and try to sit up, Malleus just flicks his wrist again to use magic to make you lay back down.

“Oof! Really?!”

“My Baby Sibling needs to sleep.”

“I can’t just automatically fall asleep!”

“Hm, you’re right.” Malleus began to think for a bit, he then smiles as he pulls a chair from his work desk and sits beside the bed. “Then I shall keep you company while you sleep”

“Horton, that’s sweet and all, but I think this is just a bit too much.”

“I would say it’s not enough. As your Big Brother, it’s my responsibility that my Baby Sibling is well taken care of. And that includes your sleep”

You stare at Malleus for a long time. He wasn’t gonna let you go until you get some sleep in your system.

… and you were very comfortable…

But there was a a darkness creeping in the back of your mind, telling you to not close your eyes. That the events of the nightmare would happen again…

“… I’m scared to fall asleep.”

Malleus eyes widen at your confession, but his expression softens and smiles at you.

“You do not have to fear a nightmare to ever haunt your dreams. I will protect you from them.”

“Because you’re my Big Brother?”

“Exactly.”

You let out a small giggle as you shuffle under the covers, getting yourself comfortable and ready to accept sleep.

“Will you be here when I wake up.”

“Yes, now stop stalling and close your eyes.”

“Hehe, ok. I love you, Big Brother.”

Malleus broke out in a wide smile as he sits up from his chair and places a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “And I love you too, my sweet Baby Sibling.”

The Fae began to hum a soft tune as he watched over you. Once Malleus knew you were fully sleep, he moved a few strands of hair out of your face and placed two fingers on your forehead. He whispers a few words, blessing you with sweet dreams. Malleus goes back to sit down in the chair and picks up a book from his nightstand.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

Big Brother is going to stay right here where you need him.

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This was out of the blue, but I had the WORST Nightmare ever! It was too much of a real scenario too, and I’m not gonna get into it. But I love the idea of Big Brother Malleus kidnapping us to just put us to bed because he said so. Lol

[thatdesigirl17]

all i need is you I part one

series masterlist. masterlist.

a/n: so the first part is up! it’s short and not that interesting as it just like sets the scene but I promise interesting things are coming ahead, hope you like the series, I’ll try to put the parts up asap and maybe even a playlist, there are no warnings I think except the curse words

It all started in the third year when Y/N had lost her baby fat and had a glow-up, making her stand out in Hogwarts. So when Adrian Pucey asked her out she agreed to go on a date with him. Adrian was sweet until they reached back to the castle, he started getting a bit too comfortable which bothered Y/N. She politely declined all his advances and wouldn’t put out, which damaged Adrian’s fragile ego. He left her stranded in a courtyard and stormed to his dorm. She returned to her dorm, alone. 

Over the next few weeks, people started looking at her differently, judging her, whispering about her. Adrian and his friend group had spread rumours about Y/N having a one-night stand with all of them, earning her the reputation of being the Hogwarts’ in-house slut. No matter how much she tried to deny it and save her image, the damage was done and all her efforts reaped nothing. Instead, she decided the best option for her was to lay low and live with it. That’s when she decided she would never even talk to another Slytherin again. 

Being in Hogwarts was a blessing and a curse, since the whole incident Y/N had been on a few more dates but all of them ended badly with the boys wanting nothing more than to sleep with her. 

This had what happened with Cormac McLaggen and this was the reason Y/N was currently storming towards the Black Lake, late at night, after curfew with her clothes slightly dishevelled.

She reached the edge of the lake and slipped out of her shoes setting them aside and letting her bare feet dangle in the cold water. Her tears spilled and the voice of her sniffling filled the air. 

‘Waiting for your date, Y/L/N? What did you already use all the rooms inside the castle?’, a taunting voice came from behind. She didn’t even have to turn to recognise that voice. ‘Fuck off, Nott.’, she spat. She turned her head around looking at the beautiful Italian, standing behind her. Theodore Nott, the infamous pure blood who fit into every Slytherin stereotype, or so most thought. This was the reason that had made Y/N have a strong resolve against pursuing her crush on the boy. 

Theodore took in the tears that shined on her face in the moonlight as his gaze softened. ‘What happened?’, he asked as he fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it in her direction. ‘Aren’t you a gentleman?’, she said sarcastically catching the piece of cloth. He rolled his eyes and his dead eyes stared into hers still waiting for an answer. ‘Don’t act like you care, Nott. I’m not going to fall for whatever sympathy act you might do, I’m not gonna sleep with you.’, she said, dabbing the soft cloth under her eyes drying her tears. 

‘As if I’m dying to sleep with you.’, he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes again, ‘I don’t need you to sleep with me, love, I’ve plenty of girls ready for that.’ He leaned on one of the trees and lit up a cigarette.

She sighed and got up from the edge, turning over to face him, ‘I’ll leave you to it then.’ ‘You didn’t answer me, what happened? Found no guy to sleep with for the night? Want me to change that?’, he smirked taking a drag of his cigarette. 

‘For fuck’s sake.’, she murmured under her breath as she ignored him and started walking towards the castle. Theodore grabbed her wrist, turning her around to face him again. ‘You are so rude, Y/L/N. I ask you something and you just ignore me?’, he smirked, a playful hint to his voice that seemed to annoy Y/N further. ‘Come on, Y/L/N, please. Maybe I could help you.’, he pressed, stepping closer. ‘Yeah right.’, she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She held his gaze and his determination did not seem to waver. 

‘You won’t understand, you’re just like everyone else.’, she sighed. ‘You wound me, let me assure you I’m not just like everyone.’, he said, feigning an injury on his chest. ‘You are. Even you believe those stupid rumours.’, she said, crossing her arms around her chest. ‘What rumours?’, Theodore asked, searching her eyes that seemed to well up at the mention. ‘Oh’, he sighed, ‘You did not sleep with them, did you? Adrian and his little friend group.’ She shook her head, gulping, trying to stop herself from tearing down. ‘Those fuckers.’, he scoffed. ‘What happened today?’, he pressed the matter further. Y/N couldn’t avoid his question anymore.

‘Nothing really. Just what always happens. Went on a date, he tried to sleep with me and got mad when I said I won't.’, she said, avoiding his gaze. ‘Who?’, he asked, the briefest hint of protectiveness in his voice. ‘McLaggen.’, she answered, her voice breaking. ‘You really know how to choose them, don’t you?’, he smirked, trying to lighten the mood, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Y/N let out a shuddered breath, hugging herself tighter, trying to blink away her tears. ‘Hey, hey, hey, I was kidding, love.’, Theodore said, throwing his cigarette away and as he pulled her in, hugging her. ‘You aren’t wrong.’, she mumbled against his chest, breaking down. He comforted her, soothing her back. 

After a moment, the gravity of the situation settled into Y/N’s brain, registering what was happening as she stepped out of his embrace, ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know what got over me.’, she sniffled, wiping her tears from the back of her hand. ‘You don’t have to be sorry.’, he said quickly, putting his hands in his pockets and shrugging. 

The awkward silence surrounded them as she broke it, ‘I better get going.’ She gave him a short smile and turned walking back towards the castle. ‘Let me help you.’, he blurted out, stopping her in her tracks. ‘Help me? Help me how exactly?’, she said, turning to face him, confusion showcasing on her face. He pondered for a moment, ‘Be my girlfriend.’ ‘What?’, she scoffed in disbelief. ‘My fake girlfriend.’, he quickly corrected himself. ‘Fake girlfriend? What do you mean to say, Theo?’, she asked. ‘Let’s pretend that we’re dating. It’ll be a good thing for your reputation and if you do this, I can help you by making Adrian Pucey come clean about the rumours he started.’, he explained, shrugging and shoving his hands in his pocket. ‘Why help me? What’s in it for you?’, she asked, crossing her hands. ‘Let’s just say, I have someone to make jealous and doing this would accomplish that.’, he explained nonchalantly. ‘Who?’, she pressed. ‘None of your business’, he smirked as she glared at him, ‘Alright, Daphne.’ She chuckled hollowly but before she could speak, he interrupted, stepping closer, ‘Don’t make any rash decisions, sleep on it. Meet me tomorrow morning, near the quidditch fields with your answer.’ He tucked a strand of her stray hair behind her ear, winked and walked past her back to the castle. Y/N stood there dumbfounded her mind processing all of what had happened and the lingering question that Theodore had proposed.

[maemae2998]

Bucky Barnes x Reader:

Prompt: Fuck Me to Sleep

There was this fic a read a few years ago with this some plot, but I can’t seem to find it. This isn’t me trying to copy it, just taking inspiration and sharing. Enjoy!

You and Bucky had gone to bed that night feeling warm and snug but you woke up again just two hours later. You tried to go back to sleep, but no luck. Whenever you couldn’t go to sleep like this, you felt restless. It wasn’t enough that you felt tired, but your skin itches for something to do. You gave Buck’s cheek a kiss before slipping out of bed. You pulled on your underwear and Bucky’s shirt and tiptoed to the kitchen.

You got a glass of water and leaned on the counter while you thought. You glanced over to your chore list for the week and decided to read it over. One that you had yet to cross off was dust out the cabinets. With a shrug, you figured now was as good of a time as any.

You stuck in one headphone, unloaded the cabinets as quietly as you could, and set to work. Within about an hour, you were nearly done. All that was left was the last cupboard and to put the dishes back.

That was the sight Bucky walked in on. You, on your knees, with your ass hanging out of the cupboard, humming along to the music.

He tapped lightly on the counter to get your attention, his voice thick with sleep, “What are you doing up, doll?”

You stilled in surprise before emerging, “Hey, Buck. Did I wake you?”

“I think. You weren’t too loud, I just got worried when I realized you weren’t there.”

You got to your feet and patted his arm, “Oh, I’m fine. I just couldn’t fall back asleep and didn’t feel like laying in bed. Go back to bed.”

“Not without you. C’mon, this can wait til morning.” He insisted

You countered, “But I’m almost done. I promise I’ll join you in a minute. I’ve got the energy.”

With that he smirked and brushed his hair out of his eyes, “I knew I was too gentle with you earlier…”

You turned your back to start putting the last of the pots away, “Oh, haha. You were great. I’m just not tired. Now, enjoy the view if you won’t leave.”

Bucky came up behind you and used his hips to press yours into the counter. He reached around you to put the last few things away and held one of your hands, “That’s the problem, doll…I know you’ve been having trouble sleeping. I thought if I wore you out then maybe you’d sleep longer. I just…want to take care of you.”

Your heartbeat picked up and you felt your skin warm. How was this man so sexy and so soft at the same time? You leaned back into him and pressed your forehead into his neck, “You do take care of me. I don’t mean to worry you…Although I do love drifting off after a good pounding.”

Bucky laughed at that and wrapped an arm around your middle, “I love it too. Feeling satisfied and safe. The way your pretty eyes roll back in your head…”

You shivered and turned to face him and give his hair a tug, “Or the way your breath hitches when I bite your neck.”

He leaned down by your ear, rumbly and challenging, “I’ve heard yours do the same…Do you want that, baby? For me to pound your sweet pussy?”

“Fuck me to sleep, Big boy.” It was a command, not a statement.

With that, Bucky lifted you by the waist and tossed you over his shoulder. You squealed and held on tight, loving the way his muscles flexed under you. Once in your room, he tossed you onto the bed so that for a moment you were weightless. You landed with a thud, which you quickly followed by more laughter and Bucky crawling toward you.

“Oh, baby. I’m gonna start hard and slow. Then I’m gonna be rough and fast.”

“Yes, please,” you all but purred.

He kissed you, long and slowly while his hand reached under your shirt to pinch at your nipple. You gasped and he slipped his tongue with a smirk. His metal fingers slipped down into your panties, making you shudder at the cold, thrilled though by his touch. He pressed two fingers inside and groaned at your wetness.

“Fuck, doll. You might just be the death of me,” he said as he began to pump in and out.

“Please, Buck. God, I need you,” your voice took on a whining tone as he played with your clit. You moaned and squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

You tugged at the waistband of his pants and gave him your best pleading eyes. Bucky growled before getting to his feet and pulled them off. He was back on you in an instant, lining his cock up with your pussy. You both groaned as he slid in slowly up to the hilt.

True to his word, he set a pace that was slow but stole your breath with the force of his thrusts. You felt as though your body was on fire and he was the only thing that could put you out. He leaned down to kiss and bite at your neck, which only added to your pleasure. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled, spurring him on further. He quickened his pace and set to work at your clit again. Lightning coursed through you and he had you cumming in a matter of minutes. You screamed and writhed, loving every second of it.

He pulled out of you, still rock hard, and kissed his way up your body while you caught your breath, “Atta girl. Such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Buck. That was so good.”

“I ain’t done yet…Turn over, love,”

“…Yes, sir.”

Once on your stomach, you stuck your ass up high and have a little shake. Buck swore and gripped your hips tight, then slid in with a quick thrust. Your now sensitive nerves sent a jolt through you and you cried out for more. He smacked your ass twice for good measure. This time, he set a quick, brutal pace that made the bed shake. Bucky reached down to grip the back of your neck and press you harder into the mattress. He was a beast, plain and simple. You drooled from his thrusts, because nothing else mattered to you in that moment then cumming on his thick cock.

“You still with me, baby?” he asked as he slowed his pace a bit, and toyed with your clit again.

“I’m -oh, fuck!- Don’t stop!” You turned your head as best you could to meet his eye, “I’m fine. B-bruise me. Mark me. I don’t care. J-just, please make me cum again!

Bucky always kept his word with you. He grunted a groan, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of your body. You came again and again, screaming his name and praying the bed would hold up. He had never pounded your pussy with this much vigor. When you finally went limp, you felt like pudding and your mind cock drunk. Bucky held you close, kissing you gently and massaging your sore muscles.

“Satisfied, baby?”

“V-very,”

“Good. Get some sleep.”

You used the last bit of energy you had to kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You fell asleep in each other’s arms, happy and blissful

[zeroseuniverse]

could i request a zb1 reaction to their s/o being afraid of storms? i love ur work btw ^^

ZB1 Reaction to Their S/O Being Afraid of Storms

Hanbin

The Ultimate Comforter. The moment he notices you flinch at the sound of thunder, he’s by your side in an instant. He pulls you into his arms without a word, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "It’s okay, I’m right here," he whispers softly, his warmth and gentle voice enough to make you feel safe. He’d probably hum a soft melody or tell you a sweet story just to distract you from the storm outside.

Jiwoong

Protective Mode Activated. As soon as the storm starts, he’s already setting things up for your comfort — blankets, snacks, maybe a movie to drown out the noise. If you get scared, he pulls you close, holding you tight against his chest. "Nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m here," he says, his deep voice calm and steady. And you believe him because there’s no place safer than his arms.

Hao

Distraction King. He hates seeing you scared, so he’s doing everything in his power to keep your mind off the storm. He’s cracking jokes, showing you funny videos, and maybe even playing soft music to cover the sound of the thunder. If you’re still scared, he’ll gently take your hands in his and say, "Let’s focus on me, okay? Just look at me." And honestly? How could you not when he looks at you like that?

Matthew

Soft and Snuggly. The minute you tense up, he’s wrapping you in the biggest, warmest bear hug. "Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you," he murmurs, his voice so soft and reassuring. He’d probably suggest building a blanket fort or making hot chocolate — anything to make you feel cozy and safe. If you need him to, he’ll stay up all night just talking to you until the storm passes.

Ricky

Cool and Calm, But Super Sweet. He notices you’re scared right away, even if you try to hide it. Without making a big deal of it, he takes your hand and pulls you close. "It’s just noise," he says, his tone casual — but then he wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you tighter when the thunder gets loud. And if you’re still scared? He’ll softly kiss your forehead and promise, "I won’t let anything happen to you."

Taerae

The Gentle Comforter. He’s instantly concerned the moment you look uneasy. "Come here," he says softly, pulling you into his lap or wrapping his arms around you. He’d stroke your hair, whispering sweet reassurances like, "You’re safe. I’m here." And if the storm gets really bad, he’ll probably start softly singing to you — his voice so warm and comforting, you almost forget the storm outside entirely.

Gyuvin

Flustered but Adorable. He’d notice you’re scared and panic a little, not because he’s annoyed — he just doesn’t know what to do at first. "Uh—do you want a blanket? Or water? Or—" Eventually, he settles by pulling you close, his awkwardness fading when he realizes how much you need comfort. "I’m not the best at this, but… I’ll stay right here, okay?" And honestly, his warmth and presence are more than enough.

Gunwook

Your Human Shield. The thunder cracks, and before you can even react, he’s already in front of you like he’s ready to fight the storm itself. "Don’t worry — I’ll protect you!" he says dramatically, earning a tiny laugh from you despite your fear. But when the lights flicker and you grab his arm, his playful demeanor shifts. "Hey… I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you," he promises, holding you close.

Yujin

Playful but Protective. He’d definitely try to lighten the mood. "You know, if this was a horror movie, I’d totally protect you," he jokes, but when you flinch at the next rumble of thunder, his teasing stops instantly. He takes your hand, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. "I’m serious, though. You don’t have to be scared — I’ve got you." And he means it.

[indigo-flowers09]

ME WHEN I RANDOMLY DECIDE TO FUCKING COOK??????

i should draw when i’m hungry more often

[iwaasfairy]

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[lesbianfakir]

Ok what are y’all’s fav horror movies? Or horror media in general

[gaybearwedding]

hi hi hello i have been gone forever due to various reasons such as “work” and “mental illness” and “having developed a kpop hyperfixation that has been occupying most of my attention recently” but i need everyone to know that i saw off book live twice last week (in philly with a friend and then in nyc with my girlfriend) and it was truly so everything. i didn’t get many pictures but i did get a few and none of them are very good but one of them is of jess’ amazing stool balancing act and that’s all i need really

[throes-of-warm-tornadoes]

it’s me and these 2 cookies against the world

[victory-cookies]

god I’m so torn. I have a few things I really buy rn but realistically I don’t think I can afford all of them. So I’m trying to weigh what I should let myself but bc I haven’t bought myself anything nice in a while

[orangespoonandbluehorse]

Well HAPPY NEW SEASON (of our lives)!

I think? I’ve been a plushie for quite awhile now, I’m not sure what’s goin on… :P

Is it that holiday already? Is it a new season? (Of our lives)

We haven’t had a new season (of our lives) in a long time Syl! Can’t wait to see what the new season (of our lives) brings!

Yeah… I hope no more plushie curses, I’d do anything for ya little buddy. But running around this galaxy trying to find a cure… I hope I just get to relax this season.

(Of our lives)

Yeah yeah of our lives.