#my beloved boys!!! holding them all gently in the palm of my hand

[lady-stormbraver]

zuko handshake edmund pevensie handshake jason todd:

"i want to go home. i can't go home. will i ever see home again? what am i willing to do to get there? how far will i go? have i gone too far? am i too far gone? can i be saved? do i want to be saved? can i be good?"

("i can't be who I once was. will you forgive me? do you still love me?")

[mattybsgroupie]

cry | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; face slapping (m receiving); handjob (m receiving); degradation; edging; dacryphilia; sub!matt

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes: SUB MATT MY BELOVED!!! i’ve been… somewhat interested in face slapping and humiliation, if you guys couldn’t tell. btw so many requests for chris i promise i will work on them asap! not proofread as usual but hope you enjoy this and missed sub matt as much as i did! special thanks to my bestest friend @thepubeburgler for the idea, patience and support ♡ much love!

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matt had been acting like a brat throughout the entire night, talking back and rolling his eyes. he enjoyed playing the tough guy, especially when he knew i could easily punish him for having an attitude.

matt had his back against the headboard, the brightness from his phone screen reflecting on his glasses as he scrolled mindlessly. i dragged my feet across the room, stopping by his drawer and picking some of his clothes for myself.

i removed my shirt and my shorts, staying with my lingerie on as i untied my hair, allowing the locks to fall down on my shoulder and reaching for some wipes to remove my makeup.

i heard matt shifting around on the mattress, a cough coming from the back of his throat as he watched me undress. i turned my head to take a look at him, chuckling when i noticed the tent forming on his pants. he didn’t say a word and waited patiently until i walked towards his direction, lying down next to him and turning to the side, giving my back to him.

he let out a low whine when he understood that he was, in fact, getting punished for his behavior. matt adjusted himself and wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing his hips closer to mine in a tight hug. i could feel his boner poking my ass, the kisses he started placing on my shoulder were a silent plea for me to touch him.

“stop” i said, giving a light tap on his thigh. he whined again, slowly grinding his hips against me, trying to get some relief to his aching cock. “matthew.” i called again, this time turning around and quickly placing my fingers around his jaw, my grip tightening as he pouted.

“you think you can be a fucking brat all night long and get away with it? by humping me?”

“w-wasn’t humping” matt tried to explain himself, lowering his hands to his crotch in a failed attempt to cover his hardened dick.

“oh, you weren’t? what’s this, then?” i gently took his wrist, placing my palm around his cock, still covered by the sweater he was wearing. i could feel a wet patch starting to form, the mocking tone in my voice making it harder for him to hold himself. “need your help” he asked, his blue eyes staring at me through the glasses.

“take it off” i commanded and matt quickly removed his pants, his dick almost slapping against his belly. he sat down again, glancing at his own leaking tip, as if asking for me to touch him. matt was huge — i couldn’t close my fist around his shaft nor fit him without getting stretched out by his fingers first.

“what are we gonna do with this tiny little thing?” i said the exact opposite of what he was, wrapping my knuckles around his shaft and slowly stroking him. his cock twitched inside my hand, trying to hold his hips from bucking forward. “eager much?”

“‘m sorry” he whimpered, “i’ll be good, i j-just need you”.

“now you wanna be good?” i asked, fastening my pace. matt threw his head back, letting his mouth hang open. “words, matthew”

“d-don’t call me that” he didn’t enjoy that i was punishing him. no pet names, no kisses, no praises. “please, i’m being a g-good boy!” he complained, slightly pouting.

“good boys don’t talk back” i cupped his balls, caressing them. my touch was soft and gentle, unlike my words. “good boys wouldn’t need to be punished for misbehaving” i cooed, pecking his lips to show that i wasn’t, in fact, mad at him.

“i’m sorry!” matt cried when i took my thumb to his tip, circling the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “wan’… cum” he whispered, trying to not sound so desperate.

“already?” i chuckled at him, still jerking him off. i gave his cock a few more pumps before loosening my grip, stopping my movements. “you’re not cumming until i say so”

his blue, puppy eyes started watering, and i denied with my head. matt then raised his hands and brought them to my chest, reaching for my tits. i allowed him to grope them for a while before slapping him. my palm flew to his face, the tingling sensation making matt choke on a moan, feeling the warmness spread across his cheek.

matt had his lips apart and flushed cheeks, already looking completely fucked out. tiny droplets of sweat started to form, gluing his brown strands to his forehead. the tingling sensation grew on his skin, sending another wave of pleasure to his body.

“are you gonna be a good boy for for me, baby?” i said, caressing the spot i had just slapped, slowing pumping him again.

matt nodded desperately, the tears on corners of his eyes falling across his face “y-yes! i’m good boy, i promise!”

i fastened my pace and matt started to buck his hips forward, trying to fuck into my fist in a pathetic, sloppy pace. “you wanna do it yourself?” i asked, noticing how desperate he was to cum.

“no” he whimpered, both sweat and tears mixing together as they reached the corner of his mouth. “jus’— ngh! wanna cum!”

“hold it” i spoke, stopping my movements on his shaft. matt wouldn’t stop whimpering, his thighs trembling from being edged for too long. his face was damp and he panted heavily, doing his best to postpone his orgasm.

i came closer to him, my free hand cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away. matt was so close to breaking, the edging and the degradation along with my thumb circling his tip — it was all too much. i knew he wasn’t going to use his safeword because, after all, he really wanted to be a good boy and take his punishment like one.

i grabbed his cock one last time, stroking his shaft quickly as he opened his mouth, not wanting to hide his moans anymore. “cum, cum!” he cried, begging for me to give him permission.

“gonna make a mess for me?” i cooed and matt nodded desperately. “can— ah! please!?”

spams took over matt’s body as he came — without permission —, the knot on his lower belly finally getting some relief. he groaned loudly, losing control of his own sounds while his orgasm washed over him, painting his own tummy in white, thick spurts of cum.

i talked matt through his orgasm, peppering kisses across his face, telling how good he had been for taking his punishment. it took him a while to come back to his senses, his noises becoming low, tiny whimpers as he recovered.

i removed my hand from him and cleaned both of us with the sheets, going back to headboard and opening my arms so he would come cuddle.

“so mean” matt teased, putting his tongue out like a little kid. “slapped me n’ everything” he pretended to be upset, rubbing his red cheek.

“i couldn’t help it” i giggled as matt made his way to my embrace, nuzzling his face against my chest, a silent ‘thank you’ for taking care of him. i kissed the top of his head, soothingly scratching my fingers on his back. “you just look so pretty when you cry”.

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Have You - Gaara

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, masturbation, praise kink, overstim, gaara's just down bad and horny

A/n: Day 24: Masturbation. Gaara my beloved <3 I feel the same way about not being able to fuck him 😭😭💕

Word count: 951

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He couldn’t have you.

Gaara had made his peace with this, though it made seeing you during these summits no less difficult. You sat by him during this one. He could smell you, your sweet perfume; it must be your signature; he could not bear the smell when he detected it elsewhere, as it reminded him so much of you. Gaara suppressed a fidget, desperate to maintain his composure while circled by the other Kage. 

“She’s cute,” Kankuro said, nudging Gaara’s side. “I can see why you like her.”

Gaara shot his brother a look for the latter to back off. The teasing wasn’t needed; he didn’t need reminding of your attractiveness. Every other moment or so, Gaara would side-eye to enjoy a clandestine peak at your plush cleavage. His cock betrayed him with a twitch. What he wouldn’t give to shadow your breasts with his hands, lick the soft, pillowy skin of them. Your Kage hat concealed most of your face, though left your pretty lips bare, coated in lip gloss. 

He couldn’t have you. 

“Are you all right, Lord Kazekage?” 

For a few seconds, Gaara pretended not to hear you. “Just fine,” he said, hoping he had efficiently suppressed the wobble in his voice. “I don’t like how these things drag on, is all.”

Your chuckle made him draw a sharp breath. “Punctual as always, Lord Kazekage.” You leaned his way with a smile. “Why such a hurry? Anything I can help with?”

He met your eyes, shrouded by the hat befitting your station, and glanced away. 

“No. Thank you.” 

You’ve done enough.

Your pout brought unnecessary emphasis to your lips. “That’s too bad.” You touched Gaara’s knee underneath the table, oblivious to the act’s effect on its recipient. “We’re the youngest Kage here, but I’ve always admired you.”

Gaara’s eyes widened. You admired him?

“I’d do anything for you,” You continued with a wink. “Just saying.”

Gaara was first to leave the meeting, outpacing his guards and snickering brother to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. He closed the stall door, planted his feverish forehead to the cool metal. 

He couldn’t have you. Not in reality, at least. 

Gaara’s breath trembled; he palmed at his growing erection. Your scent clung to his clothes. A pretty, citrus scent. Pretty like your lips, your eyes, skin, like the rest of you. All of you. Gaara thumbed the imprint of his cock. He fiddled with his belts, his trenchcoat coming loose as they unbuckled. He steadied his breathing, tugging down the elastic of his boxers to free his disobedient cock. He soothed it with an idle stroke. 

These feelings were so new to him, foreign and strange and intense. He stroked himself gently, your name escaping his lips in the quiet of the stall. Gaara forced himself to slow down; you would tease him, make him thrust into your palm with desperation.

“Not so fast. I want you to enjoy this, remember?”  Your voice rang in his head. “Slower — that’s right, that’s a good boy, such a good boy.”

Gaara's shuddering breath escaped as he ran fingers over his balls. The gap in experience between you and him was so vast; he had heard of your escapades with other men, unable to resist eavesdropping on any and all conversations involving you, and would salivate at the idea of being in their place. He groaned; you would teach him things, loom over him with a smirk while sitting on his cock, swinging hips he struggled to hold, to maintain. He imagined running his tongue over yours, your nails raking his back as he stuffed you full of him. You would serenade him with his own name, again and again, in his ear as he slammed into you. 

Gaara rested his other arm on the stall door, a tightness capturing his abdomen. Maybe you would even punish him for cumming too early. His mind whirled with possibilities. How? Would you slap his hands away when he tried to touch himself? Bring him to the near edge before lifting off his cock? He had to know. He had to know. Gaara gripped his cock harder at the thought while he pumped at a faster pace, now simply because the version of you occupying his mind allowed it.

It could be you in here with him, teasing his cock. When he closed his eyes to the thought of your lip gloss stain on his shaft, it might as well be. His hand — now yours in his reimaging — quickened its pace. I’d do anything for you. He replaced the tight vice of his hand with your tight, wet mouth. It wasn’t the same; it couldn’t possibly be as good as the real thing, but it would have to do. 

“C’mon, My Lord, paint this wall white for me. Do it for me, please, please —”

Gaara’s grunt was shameless, bestial. Anything you say. Ropes of his cum sprayed the door at your command. He bit his tongue, drawing blood to muffle his cries as his orgasm washed over him. He fought the overstimulation of it all and fisted his cock through it, knowing it was what you would do. 

Your phantom hands withdrew. Gaara took the seconds afforded him to catch his breath, surveying the mess he had made. Seconds more and the door opened. 

“Gaara?” It was Kankuro. “You all right?” 

Gaara bundled tissue to wipe his spent from the wall. “Just fine. Give me a minute.”

“… Lady (Y/n) was asking for you.”

Gaara paused. “Oh?” He smiled in defeat. It couldn’t be helped. A relationship between two Kage could only be doomed to failure. But … he had to try. “Tell her I’ll be right out.”

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it’s sort of become a routine for nagi to recharge after practice by being wrapped in you.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, cockwarming, sleepy boy seishiro my beloved. note: the first of a few nagi thirsts this week :3 i’m excited <;3

if it wasn’t for the long whines and groans that fall from nagi’s lips as he pushes his way into your bedroom, you wouldn’t realise he’s even home from practice at all with how quiet his footsteps seem.

but if you hadn’t picked up on that, you definitely would notice when he drops himself onto the mattress behind you a few moments later with a huff. it’s warm, the way his arms reach for you almost immediately — hooking around your waist so he can pull your back against his chest and nuzzle himself into the crook of your neck from behind, snowy peaks of his hair tracing along your skin.

“long practice, sei?” you ask softly, fingertips swiping along the screen of your phone as you let yourself melt into nagi’s embrace — your voice makes him relax a bit, the fatigue making his limbs heavy as he smears a few open mouthed kisses along your skin.

“mhm, tired, angel. bein’ gone from you is such a pain.” his words are a low, smooth drawl — barely audible against your skin but you still hear them before you’re attention is drawn to his large hands. they’ve smoothed their way down your hips, palming and tugging gently at the waistband of your sweats, like a wordless little plea that’s accompanied by another whine from your boyfriend when he struggles to tug them down.

“it’s only a few hours, sei.” you giggle before you’re helping nagi ease down the fabric between you both — feeling him shift behind you as he follows, sighing with the sudden sexual freedom when his cock springs free to smear beads of precum along the skin of your thighs.

“so, wanna stay here with you.” the pout on his lips is apparent with the soft whine to his words, but it’s followed by another sweet kiss against the back of your shoulder before he’s pushing at your thigh, lifting it just enough for him to pull your panties to the side and press his cock along your folds.

“could do this instead. running around is such a hassle — you’re warmer.” nagi groans before he’s nuzzling back into the crook of your neck, his words followed by a slow, languid roll of his hips as his heavy cock drags along your slick pussy. every lazy grind and twitch of his hips makes you push back into him, soaking him to the base with every soft connection of your hips, the blunt head catching on the hood of your clit with every eased thrust.

“i know, sei. mmmph—wanna do this too.” his movements are gentle enough to have you twitching, intimate as you feel yourself melt into the pillows — into his embrace as he presses harder into the space between your thighs, parted lips mouthing at your pulse point as he pants against you. every thrust is slow, only driven by the little energy he has left after practice but the way he grabs, palms at your body is needy — pulling you flush against him as he squeezes at your figure.

your thighs spread wider when you feel nagi finally pull back enough to press himself against the entrance to your cunt, feeling him exhale in reverence when your hand reaches back to grab at his hair and pull, urging him to begin to sink into you.

“feel s’ good, pretty thing." the snowy haired striker grunts as he mouths at your skin, one of hands moving to rub slow, messy circles into your clit as your pussy squeezes harder around him the deeper he goes. but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching back against him, pushing more of his cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.

“f-fuck, does that feel better?” you whimper when he finally bottoms out, high pitched and needy at the feeling of his heavy balls pressing against your ass and another whimper falls from nagi’s lips. his jaw tightens when your back relaxes against his chest once more, letting you give into his embrace before one of his large palms smooth under the hem of your shirt to take a slow handful of your breast, making you melt into him as your walls quiver with his next long, dreamy sigh.

“yup, jus’ don’t move right now, angel. wanna cuddle for a lil longer, regenerating hp.”

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[adoregojo]

my place!

a/o: reader and megumi have mother-son time until someone stepped in.

he couldn't sleep.

as his sister sleeps peacefully besides him he kept staring at the ceiling hoping at some point sleep will catch him. well that went on for an almost an hour nothing successful. 

that when he decided to get up as quite as possible, avoiding to wake up tsumiki on the other side, closing the door behind him. as he walked a figure of a woman ahead of him cleaning the table of the kitchen and humming a random song, she didn't seem to notice megumi for a while.

he would never admit it but he liked her a lot, ever since she stepped in both his live and tsumiki has been a lot better. he finally got someone else to help with the homework, someone carry the house of little tsumiki shoulders so that she can focus more on her studies. he got more better at school and with the delicious meals welcoming them every day. their live had never been better.

but there's only problem. her lover was the most annoying unreasonable creature to be made. satoru gojo, that man can't cook to save his live, and he mix the white laundry with the color one, and doesn't bother to get any cleaning done. and he only walks them out of school just because his dear girlfriend asked him to.

he sometimes wonders what the hell did she see in him.

as she noticed his small form she straight up walked to him, "megumi, are you okay? did you have a nightmare or something?" asking as she kneeled down to meet his eyes, did he also mention she was so kind that he sometimes gets so overwhelmed with it. 

"no, just couldn't sleep." he say and she sighs with relief.

"i was wondering if i could stay up with you." she seemed hesitant for a moment but thinking about it, it wasn't a school night and she wasn't sleeping until satrou get back. maybe it's better than staying up alone all night, a little time with him wouldn't hurt.

she's the first to sat with patting the space beside her for him to sit, but instead he jumped on her lap making himself comfortable, she was surprised for a second then warped her arms around him gently.

he didn't know why he sat on her lap he just did it, and he felt an off warm thing in his chest not the feeling that make him want to throw up but the other one that brought him a small unnoticeable smile. they sat there watching a tv cartoon that little megumi enjoyed.

until the door slammed so hard that caused him to jump a little and hold tight on the arms around him, the tall white haired man stands there for a while he looked exhausted, his usual annoying smile was nowhere to be found rather a dead expression on his face, staring at nothing he closed the door and walked up to them.

"can't you knock? you could've waked up tsumiki." megumi asked annoyed with gojo's sudden behavior more annoyed that he didn't knowledge megumi's comment, but a hand gently held his shoulder and he turned to face her.

"megumi, do you mind getting a cup of water?" he hesitated for a moment, but eventually listened and got down from her warmth, mumbling how he only did it because she asked on his way.

she turned to satoru's face whose eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, she moved aside for him to sit but instead he thrown himself on the whole couch taking all space and his head resting on her lap, his breathing normal now and muscles are resting. 

she took off his sunglasses putting on the table. her hand gently brushed his hair then moved touching his face, his palm resting on her hand and his eyes are half closed like he was ready to fall asleep any moment.

"hard day?"

"you have no idea." his voice was rusty, must been a hard on.

"hey!, that's my place." the little boy stepped angrily threatening to spell the water.

"get lost brat."

"i was here first." megumi objected, trying te grab gojo, but damn was he heavy.

"my girl, my place. go sit on the other couch."

the little boy huffed angrily then looked at satour's beloved for help but she only gave him a 'sorry' smile.

he stormed off angrily to sit on the other couch, he's lucky that he was on her save arms because megumi would have smashed his head with the glass of water.

"hold up, isn't that past your bedtime?"

"shut up."

[junkissed]

hi june :] i've been thinking about it, who do u think from svt would be most likely to wanna hold ur hand during sex? 💤

hi beloved 💤!! this made me squeal and giggle and kick my feet this is such a me ask so ofc i had to talk about my thoughts!! hope you enjoy :)

member | svt ot13 x afab reader genre | mtl, smut, fluff (each member has a little paragraph) word count | ~950 warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, mentions of bondage, soft sex & rough sex

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1 - jun

i’m definitely not biased at all but i think he loves holding hands like anywhere 24/7 at home, walking in public, in the car, and especially during sex. it’s as natural to him as breathing. if he doesn’t have your hand to hold, then is life even worth living at that point. he especially loves it when you offer your hand to him before he even has to ask, and he’ll take it and hold your hands together beside your head and kiss you over and over again until you can barely think any thoughts other than how good he feels thrusting into you and how warm and soft his hands feel in yours

2 - seokmin

the dk stands for dude kisser but here is a little known fact it also stands for d-hand k-holder. he is the clingiest man on the planet and we know this because he anytime you turn around he’s hugging the nearest person as hard as he possibly can so he would totally be the same way during sex. he’d hold onto your arms, your wrists, your hands, anything he could reach but tangling his fingers with yours would be so grounding for him and honestly it would give him a head rush from the closeness with you

3 - hoshi

i think he actually really likes holding hands but he’s always too busy horanghae-ing with them. kidding i actually feel like he would be a lot higher on the list than you might think because he’s a clingy boy and he needs to be touching every inch of your skin at all times or he might short-circuit

4 - joshua

he would say the reason he likes holding hands is because he’s a gentleman and he’s being romantic blah blah, but the real reason is that he has a raging size kink (me too), particularly for hands: it would drive him absolutely crazy seeing his large hands covering yours and seeing how your fingers can barely wrap around his palm would get him so riled up. once you both cum he’d probably ask you for a handjob because he wants to see your hands one more time as you struggle to fit them around his cock

5 - mingyu

big clumsy puppy man would love holding your hand but i think he would be deterred from doing it if the position required more effort on his part, so he would probably only do it in simpler positions like missionary where he can clasp your hands together and just fuck you into the next dimension without putting much thought into it

6 - chan

chan seems very possessive to me (in a healthy way) so i think he would like holding your hand because it shows that you’re his and he’s the only one that gets to have the honor of holding your hand

7 - minghao

i think he would enjoy it an average amount. he wouldn’t mind if you don’t do it every single time, but if you asked him he would prefer holding hands over not. he would probably cite some study that says holding hands is good for relationships or something but he would also just enjoy how it makes everything feel more intimate

8 - jeonghan

in my mind he is a little bit of a secret hopeless romantic, so he might do it and not even say anything about it. he’d get you distracted with his cock hitting just the right place inside of you, and when you’re so gone you can barely do anything but whimper and moan, he’d take the opportunity to slide his fingers down your arms to join your hands together gently. he’d let go afterwards and if you ask him he’d probably pretend it never happened, but in the moment his heart would be soaring when he finally gets to lock hands with you

9 - seungcheol

he would like holding hands but only during softer sessions where he’s taking his time and really wants to feel connected to you. the times when you’re not being soft, his hands are too busy being preoccupied elsewhere on your body for him to even think about holding yours. but i guarantee he’ll hold them constantly once you’re done for the night and all cleaned up, he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and his hands entwined with yours until you fall fast asleep

10 - wonwoo

9 times out of 10 he’s got your hands tied up so it would be kinda hard to hold them in that position. but that 10th time he would be squeezing your hands so hard his knuckles turn white and pressing your hands into the mattress with all his weight

11 - seungkwan

he would like it on occasion but he strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn’t like having sweaty hands so he wouldn’t do it too often because it’s just too sticky for him sometimes. but you know what he does strike me as? the kind of guy who really likes pulling on your hair. so if his hands are anywhere, that’s probably where they’d be

12 - woozi

honestly i don’t think he would even notice where his hands are. he gets so caught up in the moment and everything else happening that he can’t feel anything except your pussy squeezing his cock. he loses track of time and he probably doesn’t even know what year it is anymore. if he’s holding your hand then it’s not from a conscious effort on his part

13 - vernon

he likes holding hands because it makes him feel closer to you, but honestly he wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t hold his hand. if it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t, he’s not mad either way. genuinely he doesn’t care where his hands are as long as he’s inside of you

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[dragon-ascent]

Paraphernalia

You are an avid collector of Rex lapis merch...and your husband is Rex Lapis himself.

★彡fluff, fun stuff, zhongli finds you amusing as always

Zhongli had revealed his identity to you much before you two had gotten married. You’d been very respectful and told him how much you admired him as both a man and a deity...but oh boy, if Zhongli thought that was where your devotion ended, he was in for a long ride.

“Oh my freaking gosh! Eeeee!”

At your squeal, Zhongli is immediately at your side. “What is the matter- ah.” He sees the pamphlet you’re holding and suddenly it all clicks into place. 

You clutch your husband’s arm, barely able to contain yourself. “New Rex Lapis plushie launching tomorrow! Eeeee! Let’s go down to the store as soon as it opens!”

Zhongli kisses your forehead, his heart fluttering at your enthusiasm. “Allow me to take a look.” He gently takes the pamphlet from your hands and peruses it, then looks up at the bed you two share...where you also keep your enormous pile of Rex Lapis plushies. “Erm...dear, what is different about this new one?”

“Look!” You point at what the new plushie is holding. “It comes with a free Mora coin plush! I haaaaave to get it!”

It’s worth it, really. There’s nothing Zhongli cherishes more than seeing you happy. And when he finds you the next day curled up in bed, napping away with your brand-new Rex Lapis plushie pressed to your chest, he finds his heart melting like the sweetest chocolate on a summer day.

Of course, with how fanatical you get sometimes, you get so caught up in all your Rex Lapis paraphernalia that you almost forget who Zhongli really is...

“I’m doomed! I have blasphemed!”

“Did you sit on the lap of one of the Statues of the Seven again, dear?” Zhongli inquires without even looking up from the morning paper. “I told you, it does not count as-”

“Even worse! The new glow-in-the-dark Rex Lapis keychains are all sold out and I missed my chance to buy them!”

At this, Zhongli gazes at you sympathetically as you huff and puff around the room, equal parts agitated and distressed. He knows how much your collection means to you. “I see. Well, you can get one when they restock, can you not?”

“No way!” you cry out, staring at Zhongli like he had just grown horns and a tail. “The restocked keychains will be B-grade ones! I need to own only first-edition, top-quality merch!”

“Ah. Oh dear...” 

“What would Rex Lapis think?” you wail, flopping into your husband’s sturdy arms. “Rex Lapis, what do you think of me?”

“I don’t think ill of you, darling, I never could,” Zhongli assures, planting a soft kiss to your temple. “I still love you regardless of how many Rex Lapis-themed items you possess.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice!”

Zhongli chuckles. “I’m saying that because I love you, and married you for love. I never once wondered how many keychains in my image you obtained before I slid the ring onto your finger.”

Your lip wobbling, you ask, “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I do, my beloved,” he answers softly, kissing the spot under your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Come now, let me show you just how much.”

Of course, even when he offers you tender, affectionate consolation, Zhongli still ultimately wants to see you at your happiest. So wherever he can, he tries to pull some strings~

“Darling,” Zhongli calls after a long day of work. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home!” You run over to him and give him a peck on the lips. “How was your day?”

“Quite eventful,” he answers, “especially since I managed to procure a very important item.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “An important item? What is it?”

Zhongli smiles, holding out both of his hands, fists closed. “I shall let you find out.”

Utterly intrigued, you look at both closed fists, trying to gauge which one has the item. It must be quite small to fit in his palm...what important item could be that small? 

Pushing away the question since it was sure to be answered within a few moments, you go with your gut and pick the right hand. Zhongli’s smile widens and he opens his palm...

Gasping, you let out a squeal. “Is this...what I think it is?!”

“The very same.” 

Still in disbelief, you take the keychain and observe its details. “It - it really is a first edition glow-in-the-dark Rex Lapis keychain...oh my gosh...but how..?”

Zhongli pulls you into a hug, chuckling at they way you seem to vibrate in his arms in excitement. “I managed to get ahold of a scalper and...persuade him to sell it to me at regular price.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You beam, singing his praises while waving the keychain around happily. “I love Rex Lapis sooooo much!”

Your husband kisses you, practically glowing at your happiness. “Rex Lapis loves you too, my beloved.”

[colourstreakgryffin]

Okay here me out please....So reader leaves their beloved baby with their father Muzan for the night, because he said he can handle it....he can't the baby is everywhere, he can't take his eyes off of them for a minute without her just vanishing to somewhere else. Eventually baby get's of the infinity castle and finds herself being coddled by Yoriichi and Muzan is just.....`he's panicking and like he don't know what to do, so like eventually he has to fess up to reader that he fucked up and she has to go get the baby and she and yorrichi lightly have a conversation (roast session) about muzan and responsibility

I know this is a bit strange but please I just think it would be funny

Oh? Okay, okay! I’ll try my best with this and hey, we get to see Yoriichi again! I missed Yoriichi so thank you dearly for giving us the angel back! The angel and demon

If you don’t mind, I’ll name the kid myself since haven’t been given a name

Kibutsuji Muzan- Wondering Child

“Muzan, my love. All you need to do is watch Kuragari” You gently remark with a soft voice and a understanding tint, offering the newborn Kuragari to your husband as his blood reds scanned over both you and the cooing baby. Muzan scoffed under his breath at the rather easy task you given him, watch his own biological infant. He could do it blindfolded and with one arm tied to his back

The moment you walked out of the room, Muzan immediately plopped the blood red-eyed baby into his cute little playcrib as he sat down, right before Kuragari in his playarea, to pick up a nearby abandoned novel to skim through the hefty pages and pinpoint the chapter he was at. He took his eyes of the boy for only a minute or so when he realised the lack of cooing and giggling was concerning, looking up. His heart drooped in concern

He’s gone? He’s gone?! Where did he go?! He’s a baby! How is he gone already?!

Muzan almost panicked as he shot up from his comfortable plush armchair and frantically checked every nook and cranny of the spacious room for Kuragari with some… or more, all furniture thrown at the walls along the way, no success further alarmed him. How is a few months year old already more fidgety and energetic than a bumbling four year old

Muzan ended up almost destroying the entire Infinity Castle in search for a single small demon. He truly had no clue where that bouncing newborn could be and the only reason he had a decent clue was because a number of trees leading down a specific dirt path, once transported out of the Infinity Castle, had the same fang-like bite marks in them. As if a baby animal was teething on the trunks

Perfect

The King of Demons couldn’t be anymore thankful that time itself had given him a shred of mercy and averted the sky to pitch black so the glowing moon would shower cool moonlight down on his dead white complexion. His slight relief was cut short when he finally found the source of sudden familiar giggling, he knew that voice belonged to his son so he followed it

And what he saw terrified him as he definitely had his hands too tied to be able to take action

That… that bastard, Tsugikuni Yoriichi holding his precious baby boy in his lap as Kuragari happily rose his cute tiny hands up to touch Yoriichi’s much bigger, calloused palms. The monstrous human had a very shocked expression on his face as his plum reds looked ready to swell up in tears, his heart touched by the Prince of Demons being so sweet and playful, despite being the enemy

Muzan knew very well he couldn’t intervene at all as the last time he hardly butted heads with that Yoriichi. He only got away with one single strand of his entire being left, it was far too close for his comfort though, he knew he also needed to get his beloved Kuragari back. The only solution that came to his head was you, the boy’s mother

You were a human, just like Yorichi. You could get the boy back, no problem. Unlike Muzan himself

Cemented on his meticulous plan to get his baby back from that beast, Muzan rushed back to the Infinity Castle at his top speed and seemingly arrived in the same room you stood before, just in the nick of time to greet you. “Greetings, my love. Where’s Kuragari?” You ask softly and almost immediately, out of concern as Muzan flinches guilty, sighing out to try relieve him of the stress. He should just tell you, no need to lie or gaslight you into believing such nonsense

“You know that beast, Tsugikuni. He has stolen our son. I only took my eyes off him for a minute, if not two and he was gone, I luckily tracked him down by the teeth marks on trees but I cannot get him back, you know” You sighed displeased, part of you knew this simple task would end in absolute disaster but since you loved the clueless demons, you just flashed a sweet, gentle smile and took his hand encouragingly

“Let’s go find our Kuragari then, my dear”

Laughing joyfully with your precious Kuragari sat on your lap, fiddling and pulling on the lengthy ends of your haori to entertain himself and satisfy his curiosity. You were perched on the open wooden edge-skirt of the homely Minka belonging to the one and only swordsman that ruled the battlefield with a platinum fist, Yoriichi himself. The same Yoriichi who apparently ‘stole’ your son but you got the actual picture from Yoriichi and it made you realise your husband is no where near competent with childcare

“I found this one crawling around my backyard. I don’t know how he got there but he seemed to have travelled miles and was hungry, he kept biting at everything” Every word that human man said felt very genuine and you weren’t ever gonna try deny that him and his statements were

His explanation of the situation made much more sense than what Muzan proclaimed happened, such a weird one nevertheless. Yoriichi didn’t even know your son existed in the first place, why would he go after him?

Needless to say… you and Yoriichi spent almost a hour trading innocent insults at Muzan and his so-called parenting style. You didn’t really hate your husband, he actually tried and took responsibility by telling you about losing him but he should always be watching Kuragari, the newborn should never left alone not had eyes taken off him for even a minute and somebody like Yorichi, who lost his soon-to-be-born child to a demon, knows that

You have learnt to never entrust Kuragari to Muzan, you will just have to go to Yoriichi instead

[formula-fun]

tell people about the glories of ostinato!! the tension, the tenderness, how much love can be stored in a touch, the awkward way sometimes you get the perfect thing at the wrong time and you somehow have to make room for it. and most importantly xavi from steinway.

ostinato is my cutesie lil musician au (that has become long as hell and may end up being a 30k oneshot) which features max being way too career driven and working himself to death while charles quietly teaches him that it IS good to be cared for and to fall in love with the things youre passionate about rather than using them to torture yourself!!! what a concept <3

it also includes: mcdonald's dates. hand porn. fernando/mark/sebastian hostile bromance. putting chapstick on each other. and most importantly xavi from steinway!! this snippet is madly out of context but im posting it anyway because i dont care

A small crowd is gathered between practice rooms one and sixteen, and Max pushes carefully through it as he takes in the dull hush of murmuring. Pierre has an arm around Yuki; George is leaning against the wall studying his shoes with wide eyes; there in the center is Charles, one arm crossed over his stomach and the other hand raised to tug at his own lower lip.

“What happened?” Max says softly, lurching into action. His palm finds the small of Charles’ back; Charles’ big eyes find his own.

“I hate when other people touch him this way,” Charles says. “It’s like someone has put their hands inside my chest. It is like they are reaching in and touching my heart.”

Max’s fingers flex against Charles’ back of their own accord. Bile rises in his throat for a split second, and the familiar white-hot burn of fury that someone would dare make Charles look so small and sad. Half a second is all he gets, fortunately, before Xavi From Steinway unearths himself from behind Charles’ beloved piano.

“It is a broken spinet elbow,” Xavi From Steinway announces. “I will replace it with a plastic one.”

The group at large lets out a soft groan.

“Is that bad?” Max ventures.

“No idea,” Pierre mutters. “It sounds bad.”

Xavi From Steinway begins gently removing pieces of the piano and setting them aside. Charles outs out a hurt sound, and Max scratches at his back.

“It’s okay, right?” Max murmurs to him. “He’ll just replace it and it will be good as new.”

“I know. It is necessary,” Charles says, miserable. “I just hate seeing them like this, with their hearts taken out.”

The soundboard comes free with a clunk, sliding forward in Xavi From Steinway’s hands. Charles lets out a horrified sound, turning in Max’s hold to curl into his chest. “Tell me when it’s over,” he says into his shoulder.

Max isn’t registering anything about what’s going on other than the armful of warm boy he’s suddenly been dealt. Charles’ hair is tickling his nose a little. It smells vaguely citrusy in a cosmopolitan kind of way—expensive and too cool for Max, probably.

Charles mumbles something else, and Max scratches at his back. “What?”

“Will you describe to me what he is doing, please?” Charles says into his ear.

The hair on the back of Max’s neck stands up. “He is, uh,” he looks at the dismantled piano, trying to make sense of it. “I believe he is touching the elbow. It’s broken, and he’s taking it off the arm.”

Charles squirms, tucking himself closer.

“He’s being very gentle,” Max soothes. When he pets over the base of Charles’ neck he relaxes a little, so he does it over and over. “And now he is taking the other piece of the elbow off, and he is being very careful with this, too. The pieces come right off. He does not need to force them at all.”

Charles shifts. “You would not lie just to soothe me?”

“I would not. If he broke anything I would kill him.”

Xavi from Steinway side-eyes him, his face pale..

“Now he is getting out the new piece,” Max continues. “It looks just like all the other ones. And he is putting it in place, and it looks brand new.” He squeezes the back of Charles’ neck. “It will be fine when he puts it all together. Just perfect—you won’t know he has even been in there.”

“Good.”

“You’re doing very well. He’s almost done.” To Xavi, he says, “You’re almost done, right?”

“Almost done,” Xavi confirms.

Max nods. “Almost done,” he repeats softly, mostly to himself.

“You smell good,” Charles mumbles.

His brain stalls out for a minute. Charles’ face is pressed to his neck, his nose right against his pulse point—Charles is drawing comfort from it, probably. Charles likes it.

“I do?” Max says.

“Yeah.” He sighs.

The soundboard slides back into place with a long rasping sound, and then a click that makes Charles flinch in his arms.

“All done,” Xavi From Steinway announces, eyes trained on the toolkit that’s clutched in his hands like a shield. He edges around the room, studiously avoiding Max’s gaze. “If you have any more problems you have my number.”

“It’s all done?” Charles says.

“Yes, all done,” Max repeats.

Charles’s head emerges, his hair a little smushed where it had been pressed up against Max’s jaw. The sight of it makes Max’s heart lurch in a way that’s only a little embarrassing.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Do we have to get out of bed?"

Pairing: Rook hunt x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: The characters are aged up, use of "mama" as a gender neutral term for a parent.

AN: It's time for the man, the myth, the legend himself: Rook! Ngl, this hunter gave me a ton of trouble with the fic. I'm still a bit unhappy with this, since I know it isn't one of my best works, but it is something. Happy birthday to everyone's favorite hunter <3 I hope you enjoy ^^ (PS: at one point, the reader is referred to as "mama". It is supposed to be read as a gender neutral term for a parent. If anyone who's fluent in French knows an actual gender neutral term for parent, please let me know ^^)

You opened your eyes to the chirping of birds outside your room, and the feeling of strong, warm arms around your middle. The warmth behind your body shifted slightly, pulling you closer and making you smile.

"Rook."

The blonde haired man hummed, letting you know that he was awake. Soft lips graced your neck with careful and slow kisses, a routine he performed daily as a sign of his love.

You turned in his hold, eyes softening as they met those of your husband. Rook smiled at you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he hummed, leaning slightly to place yet another kiss, this time at your lips. Pulling away, he continued speaking in that slightly raspy tone that he always got in the morning, "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, absentmindedly running your fingers over the slight stubble on his face. Rook let you do as you pleased, his eyes not straying a moment away from yours.

The sliver of sunlight coming in through the gap between the curtains framed the soft domestic scene that was your reality. You knew there were things to do, responsibilities of real life that would have you be separated from the arms of your beloved husband soon enough (a crime, truly). But these precious few moments, ones Rook insisted on experiencing every morning, gave you all the energy you would need to complete your daily tasks and come back to your husband's loving embrace each night.

After a few minutes of just staring at each other in content silence, you asked, "What are your plans for today?" Rook sighed, closing his eyes and burrowing in your hair. "I'm taking the twins to visit maman et papa. They've been asking to see them lately."

"Have you told them that they will be here for Christmas?"

"I did, but they were insistent," Rook hummed, fingers making lazy circles on your hip. "Will you be joining us, my dear?"

"I would love to, but there's some things I must get done today. And if you're taking the kids out of the house then I can buy their gifts and hide them."

"Ah."

"Give my regards to mom and dad, hm?"

"Of course mon amour."

You smiled, then made a move to get up.

Rook's hold on you tightened, and he pulled you right back where you started, body flush against him. Laughter left you shaking in his arms slightly. "Rook, we need to get up."

"Must we? Surely a few more minutes with me would not hurt~"

Before you could reply that yes, you two did need to leave the bed, a knock sounded on the door before it was opened, and in ran your two children, the apples of your eyes.

The boy immediately jumped onto your bed, shaking an amused Rook, "Papa! Papa wake up! We gotta go!" The blonde man let out a chuckle, letting go of you to take your son in his arms and tickle him. Peals of laughter left both son and father as they engaged in some play-fighting, Rook making sure not to be too rough with his child.

Your daughter, on the other hand, calmly stood near your side of the bed, looking at you with a sleepy smile. The calmer counterpart to her excitable brother, she gently tapped your arm with her palm. "Morning mama."

You scooped her up in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you sat her on your lap. "Morning sweetie."

Both of you watched the boys as they played around, messing up the bedsheets in their fun. Your daughter cheered her father on, and the betrayed look your son sent to his twin had you laughing.

What a perfect start to a perfect day, for the perfect family you had made with the love of your life.

Back to Masterlist...

[smilingformoney]

A Welcome Surprise

Snape x reader | smut

A gift for my beloved @sevsnapes 💚🐍 she promised to draw me some wonderful art and I said, I don’t have much money but I can pay you in blowjobs? So here is said blowjob 😏

“Care to escape?”

Severus turned around at the familiar sound of your voice. He nodded, and the two of you quickly slid away from the party to a quieter wing of the Malfoy Mansion.

You slipped into the library, knowing no one would disturb you here, and Severus sank into the nearest armchair with a sigh.

“Thank you,” he said as he rested his face in his palm. “If one more person had congratulated me on being a ‘war hero’ I may well have cursed the entire lot of them.”

“You’re doing well, baby,” you cooed as you straddled his lap and began gently running your hands down his clothed chest. “I know how much you hate these events. I thought you might like to… relax.”

Severus looked at you then with a raised eyebrow. “Oh?” he murmured, his voice low and silky. “And how exactly do you propose I go about this?”

You grinned devilishly as you bent down to kiss his neck, making sure to be particularly gentle over his scar. He let out a low grunt as your hands travelled further down and your fingers lightly brushed against his growing bulge. He reached up to touch you, but you pinned his wrist down onto the arm of the chair.

“Relax, Sev,” you hummed. “Let me take care of you.”

You deftly popped open the buttons of his trousers and slipped your hand underneath the fabric to feel his throbbing cock against your palm.

“Is that for me?” you teased.

“Y - yes,” Severus whined. “You… all for you…”

“Such a good boy. May I please taste you?”

He nodded desperately, and you slid down to your knees, pulling his clothing down with you to fully expose him to the air. You glanced up at him, so beautiful with his hair a mess and lust etched across his face. His chest heaved with his heavy breaths and you saw his fingernails digging into the arm of the chair.

You started gently, gradually introducing your touch to his sensitive cock, starting with your fingers, then your palm, as you ran your hands up and down his shaft.

“So pretty,” you murmured, and Severus’ fingers dug in tighter into the fabric he was desperately clinging on to.

You knew you didn’t have long before the absence of the great war hero Severus Snape was noticed and someone came looking for you. Severus let out a long, deep breath as your lips wrapped around his tip and you let the precum drip onto your tongue. You lapped it up hungrily before moving further down his shaft, expertly unlocking your jaw and tipping your head back to allow his entire length to slip down your throat.

“Fuck…” Severus whined. He held still but you could tell he was itching for more, so you gave it to him. You began to bob your head forward and back gently, just a few inches at a time, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of his warm, wet length down your throat.

Severus finally released his grip on the chair only to slip his fingers into your hair as he cradled your head in his lap. You allowed him to guide you, following the pressure of his hand on the back of your head.

He started slow, steady, trying to hold out for as long as he could. But when you looked up at him, he let out a grunt and began thrusting into your mouth with more vigour than before.

The library was silent and you couldn’t speak for his cock in your mouth, but Severus made plenty enough noise for you both. His grunts echoed around the large room, and if anyone had been hiding in the corners, they would be in no doubt as to what was going on between you.

When he came, it was with a loud shout of your name, and his hips slammed into your face once more before stilling, allowing his cum to shoot down your throat.

Severus sat back into the armchair, a blissed-out look on his face. You sat up on your knees as you released his length from your lips and you swallowed down the rest of his cum.

“Well, well,” came a voice from your left, and the both of you looked over in surprise when you realised you weren’t alone. Lucius grinned hungrily. “Now this is a welcome surprise.”

[undercovergamer]

❤️ Sweet Tease ❤️

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Lord help me I’m back on my bullshit /lh

Ayato shares some candy with his beloved Itto and sees an opportunity to tease him :)

Word Count: 1297

Ayato had been gifted some gummy candies today. They were from Thoma and Ayaka. Since he was on his lunch break at the moment, he decided to share them with his beloved boyfriend Itto. He knew the oni would be near his estate by now, since he usually comes around at lunchtime to see where Ayato was. So, without further ado, he invited the oni inside to hang out.

“Don’t you have plans today?” Itto asked curiously, smiling lovingly.

“Oh, I do have one thing in mind at the moment. Please, wait here. I’ll be right back.” Ayato replied, as he was about to prepare a little gift for him. “Don’t run off now, dear~” he teased, making Itto laugh.

“Hahaha! Wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll be on my best behavior!” he replied with a playful smile, wandering around the room to keep himself occupied.

Ayato then left the room and went elsewhere to prepare his gift. He wanted to separate one of the candy flavors from the rest, so Itto would get the one he loved the most. He knew what his favorite flavor of these was after all.

Once he was done, he put all the red ones in a tiny little bag and tied it with a small ribbon. It looked adorable, and he felt proud of his work. Now, he was ready to go back.

“Itto, my darling~?” he said as he returned to his lover.

Itto rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled at his adoring title.

“Yes, dear?” He replied, with a slight blush. He always felt his heart flutter whenever Ayato called him “darling” like that.

“I have something for you. Please, give me your hand.” Ayato said, holding his hand out to Itto.

“Alright. What is it?” Itto asked with a curious smile as Ayato took his hand, letting his palm face up.

“Here you go. Would you like a treat?” Ayato asked, as he revealed the little bag in his other hand and gently placed it into Itto’s.

He gasped. “Whoa! A treat? For me?!” He asked with excitement, happily accepting the little gift bag and quickly opening it.

“Indeed. And they’re all for you, my love~” Ayato said with a loving smile, booping Itto’s nose for the funny.

“Hehehe, aw~ you shouldn’t have…” Itto said as he looked inside the little gift bag.

“Hehe~ oh, I wanted to.” Ayato replied, giving him a gentle pat on the head, waiting for his reaction.

“Aw yeah! It’s candy! Thanks, man!” he said with a big, silly grin. He loved receiving gifts and it clearly showed!

“Haha, indeed. I’d been given some gummies earlier and sorted these ones out just for you.” Ayato said with a loving smile.

“Aw, thank you so much! I love raspberries!” Itto said, as the little red candies were somewhat shaped like their flavor. How cute!

“Oh, I’m sure you do, my love. But do you like the fruit as well?” Ayato asked with a smug look on his face.

Itto looked confused. “Huh…? I thought they were berries..?” he said with a questioning tone as he ate one of the candies, enjoying the taste.

“… Well, you like the berries too then, right?” He asked, again with a smug look. He was surprised that Itto didn’t understand what he meant.

“I mean, yeah. It’s such a nice flavor! And the texture slaps too, for real! I could eat them every single day and never get tired of ‘em!” Itto said with a smile, no clue of his lover’s intentions.

“Oh, Itto… my sweet darling boy.” Ayato was baffled at this point, but tried not to let it show.

“Hehe~ oh, stop it.” Itto replied, feeling his heart flutter with joy from the adoring pet name.

“Itto, my love… my dearest, I’m trying to tease you here.” Ayato said with a sheepish smile, feeling a bit silly at how his tease had failed.

“What? Is it ‘cus I didn’t know berries were fruit?” Itto asked, looking confused. He still enjoyed his candy while they talked though.

“No… sweetheart, let me help you understand, ok?” Ayato said with a gentle tone and a stroke to Itto’s cheek, wanting to make sure his tease wouldn’t miss the mark this time.

“Do you know what the word raspberry usually describes?” Ayato asked calmly.

“Yeah?? The fruit or berry or whatever?” Itto replied with a confused smile.

“Yes, indeed. But do you know what else the word describes?” Ayato looked at him with a smug expression, hoping Itto would understand.

He didn’t, so Ayato gave him a hint. “It’s a verb.” he said, being patient as always.

Itto thought for a moment before he realized, laughing at himself for not understanding. “Oh, hahahaha! Right… that.” he said, feeling silly. How’d he not realize it before?

“Yes. I’m going to try again now, okay?” Ayato said, chuckling softly.

“Haha, alright…” Itto replied, chewing on some of the candy.

“So, what did you say earlier? … About the flavor, I mean.” Surely he’d fall for it this time, right?

“I said I love-… Wh-?! Hey! That is NOT what I meant!” Itto exclaimed, an embarrassed blush spreading across his face.

“Hahaha, but that’s what you said, right? I’d be happy to share some with you.” Ayato said with a teasing smirk, stepping closer to the oni.

“D-Don’t you dare! I’m eating!” Itto protested, stepping back with a nervous smile on his face.

“Oh, I’m sure one little raspberry wouldn’t hurt. After all, you love them, right~?” Ayato teased, opening his arms for a hug.

Itto grumbled and put the little bag on a nearby surface.

“… ugh, you’re lucky I can’t say no to hugs.” he muttered, smiling a little bit before accepting Ayato’s embrace and hugging him tight.

“Good boy…” Ayato teased, chuckling as Itto’s face turned red. He even pat his head for extra effect.

“Sh-Shut your mouth…” Itto replied, burying his face into Ayato’s shoulder.

“Hehe, my, what a temper you have, my dear… I bet I can change that~” Ayato said, softly kissing his cheek a few times.

“Awh, Ayato..!” Itto chuckled and playfully moved his head away. But of course, his beloved human started blowing raspberries into his neck in response, holding him in place with the hug.

“Eeeehehehehe!! Hehehey! Stohohohop!” Itto protested, high pitched giggles pouring out of him.

“Mm… no can do~. Hold still, please…” Ayato replied, planting ticklish kisses on his jaw and blowing more raspberries on his neck.

“Ehehehehehehee!! Stahahahap!! It tickles!” Itto laughed, trying to push Ayato away to no avail.

“Darling~ Let me love you~” Ayato teased, tracing his side.

“Eek!! Pfft- y-you little-!”

But, Ayato’s plan backfired and Itto started tickling his waist, using his own techniques against him as he holds him tight while tickling.

“Ack- Ahahahaha!! N-Not there! Hahahaha!” Ayato started laughing and squirming pretty much immediately, letting out a squeal as Itto scribbled on his lower back.

“What, you thought I’d let you get away with that??” Itto questioned playfully.

“AhahahAHAHA!! Plehehease! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Hahahaha…”

Itto paused. “Hmm… I think I’m gonna keep going for a few more seconds~” he teased, laughing along as he mercilessly scribbled all over Ayato’s back.

“EEK!! Ahahahahahaha!! Plehehehehease!! Mercy! Hahahahahaha!!” Ayato squirmed in his arms, trying to somehow lean or wriggle his way out, but alas… he was held.

Eventually, after those “few” more seconds, Ayato’s laughter died down as Itto stopped tickling, kissing him all over his face instead.

“Hehe, love you~” the oni said affectionately, hugging Ayato lovingly and nuzzling him.

“Hahaha, I love you too, you big goof.” Ayato replied, feeling happy from their adorable interaction and melting to Itto’s affection.

“I will get you back for that, though.”

“Heh! I know… and I won’t make it easy for ya’!”

[writerwithbrainrot]

Come Back to Bed.

Never understood why people wrote at three am, yet here I am, at three am.

I understand now.

Time has a nightmare, and Malon comforts him.

Warnings: Mentions of death, let me know If I need to add more.

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It was late, and dark. The clouds covered the moon but at this moment, it was probably for the better.

Malon stirred in her bed, from what, she didn't know but when she turned to get closer to her husband, she felt the cold of the sheets where he should have layed. Malon opened her eyes and confirmed that Time had indeed left the bed. She sighed.

As of late, he'd been restless, and dreams were not kind to the man. Maybe it was a sigh from the goddess, she hoped that she was wrong.

Getting up, she put her feet in her slippers to avoid the cold wooden floor and stood, fiddling in the dark with a match as she lit a lantern she kept near their bed and picked it up. The metal was cold, just as the bed was without her beloved husband.

Walking through the home, she could hear her father snoring in another room, and smiled. She'd used to hate his snores as a child but now, she wasn't able to sleep in her home without them. Going down stairs she noticed two things.

One, Time's jacket was missing.

Two, the key to the horse barn was gone.

Heading outside, Malon headed to the barn, Time liked to brush Epona when upset at night. That she knew as she had screamed her lungs out one morning seeing him asleep in the hay without knowing he had snuck out, covered in horse hair.

She entered the barn and immediately saw the dim light of a lantern in the back and smiled, walking past the sleeping horses and turning to see an exhausted Time brushing Epona's tail. Her mane was in braids, and her min body all clean and shiny.

"Honey." Malon said, placing her lantern down, her voice snapping him out of whatever daze he was in. "It isn't even near dawn. What is botherin' you?"

"It's nothing." he said, continuing to brush Epona's tail but Malon's warm soft hand landed gently on his cheek, guiding his face to look at hers.

"Yes, nothing." she said with a soft chuckle. "And by nothing, you mean you're just in here for fun?"

He leaned into her warm, kind touch, kissing her palm and placing the brush down to hold her other hand.

Malon, oh goddess Malon. To others, a simple ranch woman with firey red hair covered in unpleasant things. To Time? Malon was his world, Malon was the blue sky to a hurricane at sea, Malon was him home, Malon was his savior.

He sighed as Malon sat him down on the hay. With shaky breaths, he began to talk. But Malon stopped him. "You don't have to tell me." she started. "I know how you are, always to stubborn to let me carry the burden. But I just want you to know that right here, in this barn, you're not a hero, you're my fairy boy, and nothing you could say could ever scare me away."

Time kissed Malon, caressing her face as he did, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling away. Goddess, he was so greatful to and for Malon.

"I was dreaming I was back in Termina." he began. "It was the last day, and you were somewhere. I had no idea where but somewhere you were there. .. I couldn't find you, and I was starting to be attacked, I blinked and I was at the tree inside the moon, ans you were in the tree-"

Malon squeezed his hands, and he raised them up to be placed on his forehead, sighing. "I don't know what I'd do if something EVER happen to you. . ." he said, kissing her hands.

Malon kissed his hands as well. "But it was a dream. I promise, no scary monster can ever take me away from you." Her eyes met his, and she could see the fear in them. "I swear to the goddesses that no one will take me away, and if you're ever sent on another chase, I will be waiting right here, in this ranch for you to return. There will be warm bread and milk waiting for you on the table for when you arrive and I'll be there, waiting to hig you and kiss you and wrap you up in blankets warmed by the fire."

Time smiled and they scooted close to one another, enveloped in a hug on the hay, silence around them but it was more than enough for Time at the moment, knowing his world was always by his side.

Malon stood up, bringing him to his feet aswell. "Now then, come on. It's freezing out here and I'm sure that Epona wants to rest."

On que, the old horse neighed and Malon laughed. Time smiled and kissed her forehead.

Both exited the barn, lanterns by their sides and hands intertwined with one another's. "Come on." she said, as the moon appeared from behind the clouds. "Lets get back to bed."

When they boke woke up later that morning when the sun was up, neither made an effort to move. Sometimes it was better to just stay in bed with someone you loved deeply.

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Bamb! It's short but who cares! Feedback and criticism is always appreciated I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night!

[litsunee]

Hold on till May

PART 1 He always sat by the window. The fast clatter of the train wheels – his heart was now beating slowly and calmly. The cherry blossoms gave way to the soft curves of green valleys. The sun switched everything to a high-brightness mode. Jungkook leaned his head against the heated glass and felt the speed vibrating in his body.

Mother? Did she search for him? The boy had been with her for so long that he seemed to be going crazy. The smell of unknown medicines had not yet washed off his hands, his beloved voice had not yet washed out of his memory.

He was leaving abruptly. The city saw him off with the first thunderstorm, an unexpected thaw, and a white petal of an unknown flower caught on the fabric of an old coat. It was surprisingly quiet inside, he had probably cried everything out. In the back rows, the melody of someone's long-familiar violin barely passed through the hissing radio waves.

There were only a few people in the entire carriage. In the next row, a cheerful little girl was clutching the hands of her dozing grandmother. Behind her, two teenagers were asleep leaning on each other's shoulders. Somewhere by the door, holding tightly to the handrails, an old man was weakly peering at the name of the next stop. But Jungkook didn't need to. He was riding without a destination. Just to look at everything one last time.

The train stopped. Jungkook saw the old man carefully step onto the platform and hand a basket of vegetables to the girl who was meeting him. A half-empty station, leading the rare travelers along the only narrow path to the low houses of the town to which he would never return. A station where he would never be able to get off again.

The events of a year ago flashed before his eyes like a veil. In the middle of April, he sat on this very bench near the dilapidated station building. He was drenched and chilled by the icy rain and frightened by the screaming lightning in the dark gray sky. He saw a shadow of himself from the past: lost in a light windbreaker, with his last coin spent on a useless call in a phone booth.

In this mirage, a stranger's hand fell on his shoulders, just like it had done only a couple of weeks ago. He raised his tear-stained eyes to a young guy in an old coat, who was covering him with a child's umbrella. The little pink thing with the pictures of lollipops was not enough for both of them, and cold drops fell on the stranger's back.

"Why are you crying? Are you lost? Or did you miss the train? Then, stop crying," the boy didn't wait for his answer. "Let's run to the bus stop, you can get to the city much cheaper from there."

“My bag was stolen, and all my money was in there, and then there was a thunderstorm, and I…” Jungkook threw up his hands and cried louder, pressing his back into the clogged wood.

The boy only smiled in response and gently pulled Jungkook by the sleeve where he hid his frozen palms. The boy was carefully covering Jungkook's already wet hair with a clumsy children's umbrella, while he was cautiously following him to the bus stop. There, without further objection, he pushed the still quietly sobbing boy into the only bus at the deserted station, bought a ticket from the old conductor, who kindly patted him on the shoulder, and, before running out of the bus, which was starting up, he said:

"It's going to get warmer in here, so take off your jacket and boots," a gentle smile reflected again in his wide-open eyes. "They're wet, it's better not to catch a cold. Please, don't forget, otherwise you'll get sick!"

He opened his funny pink umbrella and, without giving him a chance to say thank you, waved goodbye, disappearing into the blurry landscape of fresh April foliage outside the window.

Jungkook moved back to Gangwon Province just a couple of weeks ago. This picturesque corner, soaked in the salt of the noisy surf, the sweet flowers of Seoraksan Park and a cozy pile of childhood memories, was his homeland. And the homeland of his mother, who finally decided to get a divorce. The woman woke up one June morning, threw half-empty bottles of unfinished alcohol into the trash bin, packed nine years into three suitcases, helped her son calmly say goodbye to the loved ones, and right before the train station filed a long-awaited lawsuit.

“Jungkook, this is liberation,” the woman gently rocked him in her arms, kissing his temple from time to time. “You know that we tried, but were unable to help him."

Jungkook knew that his father's illness had robbed them of enough. It had taken away their family, committed a crime against someone who was now just a name on his birth certificate, humiliated and mocked them. Pity had turned to hatred, and with it, everything that had been valuable seemed trivial. The school with the best grades, the boy he liked, the cherished family piano in the kitchen, the arcade with free slots on Saturday nights. Every memory was filtered: a nasty dirty-yellow sepia with the smell of vomit and the bruises on his pale arms.

If he had to move to the other end of the country to hide from the disease, he was willing to do so. And he hid. He looked at the city streets from the station window for just a minute, turned around and started again. Someone else's symptoms allowed it.

But, as it turned out, some were much less lucky. For these few, even a flight to another planet did not solve anything.

His mother woke him up, asleep on her lap in the stuffy silence of the night bus, already on the approach to Sokcho. The dawn was breaking in yellow flashes over the clamorous sea, and the cherry trees were setting their buds in the courtyards of the coastal houses. He was tired and cold. He wanted to get lost in the endless valleys on the horizon and fall asleep under a blanket of dew on last year's grass. But the blue road sign had already welcomed them "home."

They were indeed going home. The Jeon family estate, where his grandparents used to live, now belonged to his mother's sister, her husband, and their two children, little Jihyo and his peer Hoseok. He was on good terms with the cousins, and he honestly considered Hoseok to be his very close friend. They didn't just send candies as gifts once a year on Christmas Eve but regularly called each other even for all sorts of trifles. Only recently the boy called too rarely, and when Jungkook managed to catch his voice against the background of his aunt's conversation with his mother, it sounded weak and forlorn. Unfortunately, they saw each other indecently seldom. So meeting them now was especially joyful and exciting.

Auntie Jeon greeted them without asking any questions. She warmed them up, fed them, and kissed them. She didn't care about the early hour and helped them unpack the necessary things herself. That is how it must be done in a loving family.

"Cookie, I put a towel for you in the bathroom, just ask your mom to get you some pajamas, otherwise Hoseok's things..." the woman looked through the neat stacks of multi-colored T-shirts in the dresser, unfolded one with a trembling gesture. "... will be too small."

She paused to look at it. The slightly faded yellow fabric with black lettering was folded very carefully in her hands as if it might suffer from careless creases. Auntie carefully pushed the drawer shut and straightened the bed in the attic room. Here, by the desk, hung the variety of shiny sticker notes, movie tickets, postcards, and drawings. In the corner, there stood an old rocking chair with a mountain of cushions in every shade of green, and next to it a full-length floor mirror in a shabby gold frame. A canopy of satin tulle was stretched over the large double bed, and from the half-open window, just behind the headboard, the endless sea was visible.

It was Hoseok's room. Surprisingly clean and somehow empty.

Auntie Jeon was humming something under her breath, fluffing up the pillow in a sky-blue pillowcase:

"It's insane how much you've grown, Cookie," she smiled at him, just like in childhood, and turned on a tiny night light, swirling the shadows of shells and starfish across the gloom of the wooden walls.

The boy leaned into her touch, like a kitten seeking affection, and asked:

"Where's Hoseok? Does he mind that I take over his room today?"

The woman looked into his eyes somehow kindly, condescendingly, with the same smile that he always remembered on her face. A warm palm once again gently stroked his cheek:

"Go to bed, little bunny, we'll talk about everything tomorrow."

The heavy door closed with a cozy creak, the body steamed after the hot water sank into the freshness of soft bed linen, and the disappearing shadows of the sea faded in the first rays of the spring sun. And tomorrow came after only five hours of deep sleep.

[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 2

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic. 18+ ONLY

Y/N decided not to tell Chibs about her dreams. Her old man had enough of worries with the club, he was a President now and had to make Sons come back from the ashes. And he was good at it, only his old lady knew how hard it was for him after Jax's death to hold on and be in charge of the MC.

Besides, Y/N didn't have more dreams about Juice in a week already and thought that probably it won't happen again. She still didn't know why those dreams started at all, but probably she just missed her friend. Family lost so many beloved members in last couple of yers it was hard to wrap your mind around it. Juice, Bobby, Clay, Gemma, Unser, Jax and Tara, Opie, so many wonderful people were gone. She was just missing them so much, that's what Y/N told herself.

Chibs was staying at the clubhouse late that night and his old lady was waiting for him, sitting on the couch, reading a book. Peaceful, quiet night. She didn't notice how she fell asleep.

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Y/N was biting her nail, looking at the cell phone in her hand. She knew guys were out already, but didn't dare to come to the clubhouse. She was now dating Juice but it was only a month before Sons were arrested, she didn't even know if Ortiz told anyone about them, so Y/N decided not to bother anyone in the club with her presence. She could wait for her boy without his family, just living her life and doing her job.

Opie visited the tattoo shop several times to check if she was doing fine without Happy, probably her boss asked his brother to take care of her. God, she wanted to ask him about Juice but decided not to. It's been 14 months since she saw her boy for the last time. And he was out today.

Y/N knew they will have to gather in the clubhouse first to discuss everything that was going on while Sons were inside. But she hoped that afterwards Juice will visit her or call her at least. She promised to wait for him, but wasn't sure if he didn't change his mind about her. What if Juan Carlos didn't want to come back to her? The thought was heartbreaking and Y/N was trying to push it away and just wait.

Suddenly the phone started ringing and she saw the name on the screen that she haven't seen for more than a year. "Boy" - those three letters on the screen made Y/N's heart squeeze and race as she picked up.

"Hello, girl" She heard the familiar voice and closed her eyes with a relieved sigh.

"Hello, boy" Y/N replied, her voice trembling with emotions. She missed him so damn much.

"I... can I see you?" Juice asked and by the sound of his voice Y/N knew, he wasn't sure if she was still waiting for him.

"Yes!" She laughed, tears falling down uncontrollably "I have a day off. I'm waiting for you"

"I'll be there in no time" Otriz let out a sigh and hang up.

Y/N opened the door right after he knocked it and next moment Juice hugged her and lifted her right away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her palms laying on the back of his head as he was kissing her, unable to stop. She found herself pressed against the wall, his kisses becoming more deep and passionate with every moment, making her moan with desire.

"Fuck I missed ya!" Juice moaned into her ear, when they pulled away from each other to catch a breath.

"My boy" Y/N smiled, her palms moving under his shirt, touching his prefect body finally after so long. She tugged him towards the bedroom looking into his eyes and teasing him slightly "You need to show me how much you missed me"

"Like hell, girl" Juice grinned, following her and taking his shirt off on the way. "I haven't seen you for fourteen months, one week, three days and eight hours"

The fact that he was counting hours made Y/N laugh gently and shake her head. He was unbelivable, made her love him even more. She unbuttoned her shirt quickly never taking her eyes off Juice who was undoing his belt and jeans impatiently. They needed each other and there was no way they could wait longer.

Another kiss followed as their clothes were falling down on the floor, the heat of two bodies, pressed against each other as close as it was possible made it almost unable to breath.

"God... Juan Carlos" Y/N moaned, when Juice entered her with one move, as she was laying on the bed and he placed her leg on his hip. He only moaned in reply and looked into her eyes before he kissed her again.

It was fast, hard and rough, the way Juice was loving her this time. The heat of their bodies, their moans, kisses and bites, fingers tangled together, and their eyes locked all the time. They both needed to get as much of each other as they could, now when they were finally together again. But it was only the first round and Ortiz was not going to stop any time soon.

"Y/N" She heard her name while they were laying next to each other, holding hands and having a smoke, but the voice didn't belong to Juice. She frowned slightly...

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...And next moment she woke up on the couch in the living room because Chibs was calling her name quietly, kneeled next to her.

"Lass, you made me worry, I couldn't wake you up" Filip said quietly, touching her cheek with his fingers. He did looked worried and it made Y/N feel guilty.

She still felt Juice's touch, still could hear his moanes next to her ear and it was so real. Frowned, she sat up on the couch, looking around as if she was trying to understand which world actually existed.

"Are you okay?" Chibs asked and cupped her face making her look at him "What happened?"

"Just a nightmare... don't worry, Filip, I'm fine. I didn't notice how I fell asleep" Y/N tried to push the memories of her dream away, her life was real, her husband was real and she made him worry.

"I'm sorry I had to stay at the clubhouse so late, love. The delivery was delayed and I needed to make sure everyting went smooth" Chibs explained as if he really felt guilty.

It made Y/N frown and lean closer to her man, cupping his face, her fingers gently brushing against his skin. "You don't have to be sorry, Filip. It's okay. Let's go to bed, you need sleep"

Next morning as soon as Chibs left, Y/N headed to the cemetery. She thought maybe visiting Juice this way will help her to get rid of the dreams. Maybe, she thought, she felt guilty for never visiting his grave.

There was no one around in such an early hour, Y/N was walking among the gravestones untill she reached the one she needed. No flowers, no signs of anyone visiting this grave. Nothing. She kneeled infront of it and placed several flowers on the ground, then took Juice's rings that were laying on top of the tombstone, left by Chibs couple years ago right after the funeral and started cleaning those carefully.

"I'm so sorry, Juice. I don't know what happened to you, I don't know what you've done, but I miss you" Y/N whispered quietly, wiping dust and plaque from the metal "I'm sorry I haven't been here for so long, it's just so much pain here. But I want you to know, you are missed. We all miss you"

Y/N didn't know what else to say. She returned his rings on the top of the headstone. Then she pressed her fingers to her lips and her fingers to the name on the granite. "Please, stop. Have peace" She whispered and left, feeling a little relieved, maybe now it will end, Y/N thought.

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"I need to talk to you" said the message on the screen when Y/N looked at it, distracted from her wok. She frowned. It's been a week since guys came back, Juice seemed to be nervous when they were spending time together, she thought it was because of the club issues, but this message made her worry.

"Sorry" She said to her client and dialed Juice's number. "What is it, boy?" Y/N asked as soon as he picked up.

"Not on the phone" There were some new undertones in his voice she never heard before "Can we meet?"

"I have to finish my work first. My place in two hours" Y/N sighed, something happened and it made her feel sick with some unpleasant premonition.

"Okay" Juice breathed out and hang up, leaving her confused and worried.

Y/N finished the ink she was working on trying to be as careful as she could, but still made couple of mistakes yet unnoticed by the client. Then she headed back home as soon as she could.

Juice was already there, he was sitting on the couch, his fingers clenched together as he was looking down at his palms. As soon as he heard the door opened, Ortiz raised his head and looked at Y/N.

She froze, seeing his eyes. Those big brown eyes she adored. Something deep inside of his eyes changes, as if the light burning there went out. Y/N came up to Juice and kneeled infront of him, cupping his face with her palms.

"What happened, Juan Carlos?" Y/N asked in awhile as Juice was still silent.

"I've been at the police office today" He said, his voice trembling a little, he was trying to look away, but she didn't allow him to.

"What do they have on you? We'll deal with anything, boy" Y/N thought he was about to be arrested again.

"No... I... It's nothing" Juice tried to pull away "I didn't have to tell you. Sorry, let's just watch some movie"

"Juan Carlos. Tell me what's going on. I promise I won't tell anyone" Y/N realized it was something more serious. Something that broke her boy.

"Sheriff found out who my father was. That he was black. He will tell the club if I don't cooperate" Juice confessed after several moments of silence.

"How does it matter?" Y/N frowned, she couldn't understand.

"Club has a rule, black are not allowed. If he tells them I'm screwed, they will kick me from the club" Juice explained and Y/N heard panic in his voice.

"Shh, boy, calm down" She pulled him to herself and Ortiz sat on the floor next to her obediently. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back gently "Listen. You need to talk to someone from the club about it. Maybe Chibs, you told me how good he was for you. He will advise you what to do and I'm sure he won't tell the rest of your brothers if you ask him not to"

"No!" Juice exclaimed, pulling away, he was so scared at this point "No one from the club should know! Shit, I didn't have to tell you, you will tell Happy and I will be expelled"

"Please, calm down. Easy, please, boy, I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear to god, your secret is safe with me" Y/N tugged him closer to herself again, her palms stroking his head gently as she was trying to calm him down, kissing his face as soft and gentle as she could. And when Juice relaxed a little, allowing her to hold him again, she continued "My point is you proved yourself loyal to the club, you've been with them through so much shit already and never stepped back. I'm sure they will make an exception for you. Just promise me you will think about it before you make any decision, okay? Consider talking to one of your brothers before you give your answer to Roosevelt"

Juice nodded slightly, relaxing in her arms, allowing Y/N to hold him and kiss him. He seemed to feel better when she was around, giving him all her love, all compassion and support. Soon he calmed down and let her lead him to bedroom and undress him. Y/N made Juice lay down and nestled next to him still holding her boy in her arms, allowing him to fall asleep feeling her close.

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Y/N opened her eyes with a heavy sigh. The weight of the dream and what happened there seemed to press on her still in the real life. As much as the first dreams were filled with joy, love and passion, this one was different, dark and disturbing, leaving her anxious.

"Shit, Juice. Please stop!" She whispered, trying to stop shivering. She needed to calm down before Chibs woke up. Y/N didn't want him to know about her dreams, she didn't want him to worry about her.

Her old man was sleeping peacefully next to her, his arm under her neck. There was no need to wake him up. Filip had enough of shit to worry about and as his old lady she was supposed to take care of him and support her husband.

Yet it was not that easy to calm down. The scenes from the dream kept returning as soon as she was trying to close her eyes and sleep. It was only at the break of dawn when Y/N finally fell asleep again.

[noxexistant]

Can I have wholesome thoughts?

Ikeshot thoughts maybe?

[smooches u on the forehead]

hotshot is the definition of a night owl. it’s just when he operates best, so most of the ‘dates’ he and ike spend together are at night, going wherever hotshot wants to that particular night - ike loves to follow him, loves to just be taken by the wrist and led somewhere, some special spot in brooklyn that ike’d never be able to see by himself. hotshot likes the harbour and piers best, likes to take ike to just sit on a ledge and stare out at the water together, admire the soft glow of streetlights shoulder-to-shoulder with their legs swaying and dangling, occasionally kicking each other gently. ike won’t go in the water, but hotshot’ll sometimes strip down to his drawers and dive in, and ike’ll watch him. let hotshot settle against his shoulder when he comes out even though he smells like a wet dog and is soaked to the bone. if it’s cold, once he’s made hotshot get dressed again, he’ll strip his own shirt off and wrap it around hotshot over his stupid sleeveless undershirt, and hold him close even though hotshot insists he’s absolutely not shivering. (he is.)

hotshot picks flowers and pretty plants for ike, collects leaves that are nice colours and shapes to give to him. ike presses them to keep, in the little journal he keeps by his bunk. he makes things for hotshot in turn, folds him little origami pieces out of paper scraps based on what he can remember his papai teaching him from what people taught him before he came to the us. he doesn’t know what it’s actually called, hotshot calls it ike’s paper magic - hotshot and mike are both equally enthusiastic about it, and each have their own collections of little folded gifts.

they stay out together until ike can’t stay awake anymore, late late into the night. he starts slurring into portuguese when he’s exceptionally tired, fully aware that he won’t be understood but unable to keep up with properly translating his thoughts, frustrated with words that just aren’t right in english. it amuses hotshot to no end, he loves hearing ike speak his mother tongue, loves listening when he and mike are talking between themselves, a chaotic mixture of portuguese and english and their made-up twin language. he never asks to know what it means, is content with not understanding, doesn’t want to steal anything from mike. but ike’ll translate things sometimes, when they head back to the brooklyn boys’ lodging house together when ike can hardly keep his eyes open. he’ll be lay scratching his fingers though hotshot’s hair as they’re both approaching sleep and mumble clarification that what he just called hotshot means “beloved”, or “handsome”, or “i d’know, but my mamãe use’ t’call papai that one”. he gets loose-lipped when he’s sleepy, talkative. hotshot loves it.

hotshot sleeps on top of ike, face tucked against ike’s neck, arms wrapped around ike’s waist. he snores a little, but ike doesn’t mind, just the same as hotshot doesn’t mind how twitchy ike is in his sleep. (hotshot is basically simulating a weighed blanket/deep pressure therapy on top of ike. it’s part of why ike sleeps so damn well when he’s got hotshot there with him, settles in a way he never can otherwise.)

hotshot loves ike’s stimming, and loves it most of all when ike doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. when he’s talking animatedly - the way he onto really does with hotshot - and starts rocking slightly in his happiness or excitement, or he’s rubbing his thumb back and forth over the scar on hotshot’s first knuckle, or smoothing hotshot’s hair between his fingers in it’s uneven little curls. hotshot stims a lot too - he’s got adhd - but they tend to be louder and more obvious, bouncing and being energetic and banging his palms against surfaces. rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. he likes to drag ike up to join in with him, grinning and laughing as he dances ike around and shakes their joined hands and talks rapid-fire about anything that’s on his mind.

hotshot sleeps a lot more than ike does. he tends to fall asleep whenever they settle somewhere together. ike likes to just hold him like that, and he enjoys the peace and safety of those moments. he likes having hotshot in his arms to protect. hotshot insists that it’s his job to protect ike, but it’s equal. they’ve got each others backs. they’ve got each other.