#not stretching anywhere and not baggy at all

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I hope the next time you hold a shirt up to yourself in a store to estimate if it would fit and you choose to buy it anyway, even if you think it'll be snug, that you discover it fits perfectly when you get home ❤️

[katsu28]

rain, rain, (don't) go away

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you put your trust in a handsome stranger in the midst of a bit of bizarre wet weather. what could go wrong? (4.6k)

warnings: minimal swearing

a/n: not quite the summer lando series i've been working on but the idea for this came to me in a dream a while ago lmao

It doesn’t often rain in Monaco. Especially not during the summer. 

So when you feel a drop splash against your forehead, then another, you’re wildly unprepared. You squint up at the rapidly darkening sky like it's personally wronged you, and you’re met with another raindrop, this time in your eye. 

Part of you wonders if you could try and make it home before it starts to pour. The other part knows it would be an impossible feat given your lack of a car and how far you’d have to run in such a short amount of time. Even as you ponder the thought, the occasional drops turn into a heavy drizzle. 

You barely make it under the nearest awning before it really starts to come down. All around you are people scrambling to get out of the rain and somewhere dry, caught off guard by the unexpected downpour like you are. 

“Crazy rain, huh?” You startle at the sound of a voice from next to you, gaze snapping to your left to see a man huddled under the same awning, most likely having come up with the same idea you did. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologizes, holding his hands up in surrender. “I take it you weren’t expecting rain when you left the house today either?” 

You scoff, chuckling. “Was anybody?” 

You tear your eyes away from the sky to look at him once more, and to say you’re pleasantly surprised is an understatement. 

Your awning buddy is awfully attractive, and looks to be around your age too. A form-fitting black sweater stretches across broad shoulders, paired with baggy blue jeans that might not have worked for everyone, but definitely suits him well. He’s smiling at you too, a lopsided grin that has you intrigued by him. “The one time I didn't check my weather app before I headed out.” 

“You actually check the weather app?” He chuckles, tilting his head. 

“You don’t?” 

“Can’t say that I do. Usually I just trust the vibes when I look out the window. Didn’t really work out today, though.” He holds his palm out from under the makeshift shelter, letting the rain pool in his hand before dumping it on the ground, flicking his fingers to rid them of the excess drops with a scrunched nose. “Is this your first time in Monaco?” 

You shook your head, smiling softly. “I live here. You?” He bobs his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s never rained like this though, especially this time of year.” 

“If it’s any consolation, I reckon it’ll stop soon. It’s usually pretty quick—” 

A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky right at that moment, followed by a clap of thunder not five seconds later. If it continues on like this, you might be stuck here forever. 

“Huh! Maybe not.” The man sounds amused, aiming a sympathetic smile at you. You can’t help but chuckle, and you notice it makes him perk up a bit, looking pleased with himself. “Hope you don’t have anywhere to be.” 

“Honestly? I don’t. But I’d rather not be standing under this awning til the storm lets up. Could be ages, by the looks of it.” 

A stream rushes its way down the street, carrying a sad swirl of leaves down the storm drain at the corner along with it. It seems everyone else has come to their senses and found somewhere warm and dry to wait out the sudden storm because when you look around, the two of you are the only ones still outside. 

As if the man can sense what you’re thinking, he speaks. He’s smiling hopefully at you, head tilted invitingly. “There’s a cafe down the block that was open before it started to rain. Care to join me?” 

Normally, you’d be wary about a handsome stranger inviting you to an unknown location. This seems like one of those situations you’ve been warned about, but right now you can’t find it in yourself to care. It’s about time you put yourself out there, take a chance for once. You’re pretty sure he won’t try to kidnap you. 

“I’d love to.” You reply. You peer out at the dreary grey sky again, lips twisting into a grimace. “Is it just me or does it seem to be raining harder?” 

“I say we make a break for it. Run like hell on three.” He says firmly. You nod and he does the same, holding out his hand. You slip your fingers through his without a second thought. “One, two, three—go, go, go!” 

You both take off in a wild sprint down the sidewalk, splashing through puddles on your way. He giggles the whole time, peals of laughter bouncing off the cobbled street that sound gleeful. You’re laughing too, because who would’ve ever thought you’d be running through the rain hand in hand with a guy you’ve only just met?

He tugs you along, leading the way to your destination confidently. Well, as confident as one can while being half-blinded by a torrential downpour. 

You nearly slip as you make a poor attempt at a sudden stop when he finally slows, and you probably would’ve ended up flat on your ass if he hadn’t grabbed you by your forearms, steadying you with an infectious grin that you can’t help but return. 

The bell above the door rings when the two of you stumble inside, soaked to the bone even in the very short time it took to get down the road. But you know what they say, when it rains, it pours. 

He shakes the rainwater from his hair not unlike a dog would shake out its fur, and in the process splatters you with the droplets. Normally you wouldn’t be too happy about it, but you’re already drenched and he’s very cute, so you don’t mind. 

The place is pretty much empty when you look around, save for a handful of other patrons doing their own things. It’s cute though—cozy and warm, the smell of coffee beans and something sweet floating through the air. You never noticed it before, but it’s exactly the kind of cafe that you love. 

The man seems to notice that you’re still holding hands, because his cheeks turn pink and he drops it, smiling rather bashfully. 

“Sorry. I’m Lando, by the way.” He introduces himself softly, rubbing the back of his neck. You tell him your name and he repeats it, testing it out on his tongue. You’re not ashamed to admit you like the way it sounds when he’s the one saying it. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” 

“I’m gonna go order something so they don’t think we’re loitering. Preferably something hot, because I’ve got water in places water definitely shouldn’t be.” He shudders, pulling his soggy sweater away from his torso as proof. “Do you want anything?” 

You ponder for a moment before responding. “A latte sounds amazing right now. I’ll pay you back, of course.” 

Lando shakes his head, backpedaling towards the counter. “My treat. You just sit there and look pretty.” You roll your eyes playfully at him, but smile nonetheless. “Oh look, you’re doing great already!” 

That makes your cheeks grow hot. You’ve just met Lando and he’s flirting with you, and you don't mind at all. In fact, you have half a mind to flirt back. 

He finds you at a table soon after, balancing two cups and a concerningly large paper bag. You pop to your feet, carefully grabbing the bag to ease the load, and peer into it. There’s at least five different pastries inside, all of them looking absolutely mouthwatering. 

“I hope you’re hungry. Got convinced to buy a few things by the lovely old lady at the counter.” Lando says sheepishly, sliding into the seat opposite you. “Very persuasive, she is.” 

You shrug. “I could eat.” 

You’re not sure how long you sit there, chatting with each other like you're the only two in the world. It’s surprisingly easy to talk to him too. He’s funny and quick-witted and he talks very animatedly with his hands, you notice. You find it cute. 

Lando tells you about himself, asks about you and your life story, and you find yourself settling in nicely with his friendly nature. This isn’t a date by any means, but he makes it feel like one by the way he truly pays attention to you and what you're saying, nodding along closely with rapt attention. As far as listeners go, he's a fantastic one. 

You’ve also learned a lot about him. He was born and raised in the UK, but moved here a few years ago for work. What exactly did for work, he wasn’t too forthcoming with, but you don’t pay it any mind. You’ve just met, after all. You’re not expecting him to tell you his whole life story. 

But it also doesn’t feel like you’ve just met. You aren’t sure why, but Lando has this way of making you feel like you’ve known each other for ages, of making you feel comfortable and at ease with every word out of his mouth. 

Your clothes and hair have just started to dry out a bit, and you’re having a great time. Such a nice time, you don’t even notice the girl approaching your table. Lando sees her before you do, and he smiles politely. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but are you Lando Norris?” She asks hopefully. She looks young, maybe fifteen or sixteen. Her eyes flick to you, and you can tell she’s nervous, so you smile back. You’re confused to say the least, but you remember what you were like at her age. She reminds you a bit of yourself. 

Lando nods. “I am, yeah. What’s your name?” 

“Valeria. But everyone here just calls me Val. I’m the owner’s granddaughter, so I work here all the time.” 

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Val.” 

She looks positively starstruck now, hands trembling as she holds up her phone. “Would you mind if I got a photo with you? You can totally say no if I’m interrupting something, I—” 

“You’re alright, love, don’t worry.” Lando stands, moving into selfie position next to her. The poor girl’s arm shakes so much you’re positive the photo won’t turn out clear at all, so you slide out of your seat too. 

“Here, let me.” You take the phone gently, motioning the two of them to scoot closer to get them in frame with each other. 

Val looks a combination of relieved and grateful, while Lando gives off nothing but a cool, albeit reserved, confidence. The same kind of confidence a celebrity might have when approached by a fan of theirs. But certainly Lando couldn’t be famous…right? 

You shake away the idea, snapping a handful of photos before passing it back to her, figuring there can never be too many to choose from. She beams bright, hugging him quickly, then to your surprise, gives you a hug as well. 

“Thank you so much! I’ll get out of your hair now. Enjoy your food!” With that, she hurries away with a bounce in her step, disappearing into the kitchen. 

You turn to Lando with arched brows. “That was interesting.” 

“So interesting.” He echoes, but his tone makes it sound like he doesn’t quite agree. 

“What are you, famous or something?” You mean it as a light jest, but Lando looks guilty for some reason. He beckons for you to take your seat again, sliding back into his own before offering you a sheepish smile. 

“Um, there might be something I haven’t told you yet.” 

“Shit, are you actually famous?” 

“...Yeah, kinda.” You arch a curious brow, and he sighs, but not in exasperation. “I’m a Formula One racing driver. For McLaren.”

Formula One…racing…it all sounds slightly familiar, but you can’t quite place it. Then it dawns on you. 

Lando isn’t just a local celebrity—he’s literally world famous. 

You’ve heard your friends talk about the races before, a few of your relatives who keep up with the sport, but you’d never paid it any mind. It just wasn’t something you could see yourself being interested in. That really famous race that takes place here in the streets every year that makes traffic an absolute fucking nightmare the whole week, Lando drives in that race, and countless others around the world, if you recall your limited knowledge correctly. 

He’s…cool. And he’s sitting right here with you in a tiny cafe, and you had no idea who he was. 

“Oh my god, you must think I live under a rock or something! This is so embarrassing, I—” 

“No, no! I’m not—I don’t go around expecting everyone to know who I am, I swear. It’s just that most people usually do recognize me, and it saves me the whole ‘having to tell them I’m famous’ thing, which always just makes things really awkward, and…yeah.” 

“Things don’t have to be awkward.” 

“No?” 

“No. We don’t even have to talk about it.” 

“We don’t?” He sounds a tad wary, but when you nod, the tension in his posture melts away. Relief floods his features at once. “Thank you. It’s actually quite nice to meet someone who has no idea what I do. Makes me feel normal for once.” 

“Glad my lack of sports knowledge makes you feel like a regular guy,” You joke, nudging his foot with yours under the table. He gives you a light kick in return, infectious smile back in full bloom once again. You quite like it when he smiles. 

You’ve just moved on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Lando’s job when his phone buzzes, making him jolt in surprise. He digs it out of his pocket, and when he sees the name flash across the screen, his eyes go wide. 

“Sorry, hang on. I’ve gotta get this.” He says, hitting the answer button. It’s a quick phone call, and you try your best not to eavesdrop, but whoever is on the other line has Lando worked up when he hangs up. 

“Everything okay?” You ask lightly. Lando bobs his head quickly. 

“Yeah, it’s—I, uh, I’ve gotta go. I forgot about a work event, apparently. That was my press officer, wondering where the hell I am and how fast I can get there.” He sounds disappointed, smiling almost sadly. “So much for feeling normal.” 

You try your best not to let your face fall when you nod. “I should get going too. Get home before the next freak summer rainstorm.” 

It’s nice when you step outside. You tilt your face up towards the sky, feeling the sun warm your face. This is the Monaco you know and love. Though if it hadn’t rained, you would’ve never met Lando. 

He turns to face you, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Thanks for the nice afternoon. I had a good time.” 

“Me too.” 

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” 

“Maybe you will.” 

“I certainly hope so.” He says softly. You shift slightly on the balls of your feet, suddenly feeling awkward. You’re not sure how to leave things with him, and it looks like he feels the same by the way he mirrors your actions. “Um, I really should leave, so…goodbye, I guess?” The look on his face tells you that leaving is the last thing he wants to do, but he has to. 

“Bye, Lando.” 

“Bye.” He echoes, one more time before turning away from you to head down the street. 

You can only bring yourself to wait a few seconds before you call his name again. He turns around instantly despite his hurry, meeting your gaze. You want to say something to him that’ll make him remember you, because chances are you’ll never cross paths again. If you were brave enough, maybe you'd even ask him for his number. But you’re not, so you don’t. Instead, you just smile at him. 

“Thanks for the latte.” 

If he’s disappointed, he hides it well. He smiles back at you, warm and bright like the sun beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. “Of course.” 

You watch him walk away, fighting that pesky little feeling in your gut telling you that you’re making a mistake by letting him go. It’ll go away soon, and you’ll go on with your life like you’re meant to. 

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You find yourself going back to the same cafe often, whenever you're out and want a little treat before you go home. The pastries are always still as delicious as the first time you had them, and you’ve become well acquainted with the staff as the time goes on. 

Oh, and that feeling you had when you let Lando leave without a word? 

It never went away. It’s still here, worming its way into your thoughts every chance it can get. 

You’re a little embarrassed to admit that every time you walk into the cafe, you hope you’ll see Lando. It’s wishful thinking more than anything, hoping he’ll be there when you go. He’s probably busy doing his thing anywhere but here, busy racing around in the world to the tune of thousands of screaming fans. You’re not sure if he even remembers you, or the afternoon you’d spent together. 

Why would he? In the world of Lando Norris, world famous Formula One driver, you’re probably just a speck of dirt in his rearview mirror. 

The thought gets pushed to the back of your mind as you step up to the counter to order. Val beams at you from behind the register. 

“Hey, Val,” You greet the young girl warmly, returning her smile. You’ve become quite fond of her and her youthful energy, and she always brightens your day. “How’s business going?” 

“Oh you know, same old.” Val waves an absentminded hand in the air as she keys in your usual order with the other. Her smile turns mischievous at the same time, like she knows something you don’t, and you narrow your eyes at her, already knowing what she's going to ask. “Have you heard from Lando?” 

“No, I haven’t. How’s summer school going?” 

She makes a funky face at you, rolling her eyes. “Boring. Way to change the subject though.” Before she can press any more about Lando, someone calls her name from the kitchen. “Ugh, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfy, wait for your order, you know the drill!” 

You chuckle to yourself, heading straight for your usual table by the window to wait for your name to be called. 

You like to sit while you enjoy your food and drink, watching the people and cars go by outside. The streets of Monaco are always busy and bustling, but being in here feels like a pocket of peace. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Your brow crinkles at the sudden voice, because you know for a fact there are at least four or five other empty tables available other than the one you’re currently sitting at, but this person chose to to ask you. 

Pocket of peace…disrupted. 

You let out a short sigh through your nose, turning your head from the window to politely tell them to find another seat, preferably at a table that isn’t yours, and that’s when you see him. 

Lando is grinning at you when you look over, lopsided and endearing just like the first time you met him. 

“Oh fuck!” You can’t help the expletive that falls from your mouth at the sight of him, even though there’s a thousand other things you’d told yourself you’d say to Lando if you ever saw him again. He’s got his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, and he’s rocking on the balls of his feet slightly like he’s nervous as he waits for you to do something other than curse at him. “Lando! I—you—hi.” 

“Hi,” He echoes, shoulders creeping up towards his ears. All you can do is stare at him, wide eyed in disbelief. “Mind if I sit?” 

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, yes, you can sit.” You fumble over your words like you’re not used to speaking, feeling your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot. Lando just chuckles, sliding into the chair across from you. “Um, so how’ve you been?” 

He rubs at the back of his neck, bobbing his head. “Good! Bit busy. We had a triple header the last three weeks, so it’s just nice to be home again.” 

“Oh, I bet. I don’t think I’d be very good company if I couldn’t sleep in my own bed for three straight weeks.” 

“That’s fair. Though to be honest, I’ve gotten scarily good at falling asleep anywhere. If it’s a flat surface, I can nap.” 

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned.” 

“Impressed would be mint. Otherwise I just sound like a dumbass.” 

You laugh at that, and in this moment, you realize just how much you’ve missed Lando. No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself to forget about him, to convince yourself that there was no point in pining after someone you’d only spent a few hours with, it all came back to this. You missed him because you like him. 

“I need to tell you something.” He blurts suddenly, bracing his elbows on the table. 

You nod, expression turning thoughtful. Whatever thoughts you’re having about liking Lando can wait. “Sure, go ahead.” 

“This is gonna sound unbelievably weird and maybe even a little bit creepy, but I need to get it off my chest or else I think I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Lando looked nervous. The bouncing of his leg you can feel under the table and the way he plays with his fingers supports your theory. 

You cock your head at him, reaching across the surface to steady his fidgeting with a hand over both of his. His gaze snaps down to your touching hands, and you can see him visibly gulp. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay, is something wrong?” 

He shakes his head quickly. “No, nothing’s wrong. Everything is…the opposite, really. Everything is right. Meeting you, finding my way back to you—here of all places. I don’t believe in fate or anything like that, but this sure feels like something along those lines.” 

“Lando, I—”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that afternoon. I tried everything. Nothing worked. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He confesses. His fingers curl around yours gently, thumb stroking over the ridges of your knuckles. “If I’m being completely with myself, I think it’s because I didn’t want to get you out of my head. And I just got off the plane an hour ago, but instead of going home and passing out like I usually do, I came here, hoping that somehow, you’d be here too.” 

“Can I say something now?” You ask lightly, stifling a giggle. 

His cheeks flush an embarrassed pink, and he motions for you to go ahead. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I talk too much when I get nervous. I’m working on it, I—fuck, sorry again. You go. I’ll shut up.” 

“I still think it’s cute.”

“Is that the only thing about me you still think is cute, or…?” 

That gets another laugh out of you. You chuckle, giving his hand a squeeze. “Not at all. I still think all of you is cute, and…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. We haven’t known each other long, but I really like you, Lando.”  

“I could kiss you right now.” 

“What’s stopping you?”

You don’t have time to second guess your newfound confidence before he’s leaning across the table, sliding a large hand over your jaw and pressing his lips against yours. Lando kisses you softly—gentle, like he’s worried you’ll pull away if he’s too forward with it. 

You’re fully aware that you’re smiling like a madman against his lips, but in your defense, he is too. His eyes open slowly when you pull away, almost tentatively as if he’s not quite sure what just happened actually happened. 

He leans back just enough to study you, letting his gaze flit around your face, taking in every detail he possibly can. All while he grins larger than Cheshire cat, like he’s a kid whose parents just told them they could get whatever they wanted at the candy shop, instead of kissing you for the first time. 

“I was gonna be nice and bring you your order, but it looks like you’ve already got something sweet.” Val’s voice cuts through the moment, and when you look over at her, she looks over the moon. 

“Lando, you remember Val, right?” 

“Uh huh,” Lando hums, holding out his hand for a fist bump that she happily gives him. “Thanks again for the heads up.” 

“Hold on, what? What heads up?” 

The two of them share a look, like they’re debating whether or not to tell you their secret. Then Lando sighs, giving her a go ahead nod, and she squeals, setting your food down. 

“Okay, so you know how you come in here all the time after work? Well me, being the keenly observant, brilliant young mind I am, noticed a pattern. You come on the same days, at the same time, and you never stray.” She explains excitedly, all but bouncing on the balls of her feet. You aim a questioning glance over at Lando, who just gives another amused nod.

Val continues excitedly, “So I’m expecting you today, right? But then the door opens and guess who walks in? Lando! He asks me if you’ve ever come back here after that one day and I’m like oh my god, you have no idea! So I tell him to wait a half hour for you, and now you’re both here and my matchmaking skills can be put to rest.”

“Are you being serious right now? Really, I can’t tell.” 

She tilts her head, popping a hand on her hip. For the same girl who’d been so nervous to meet Lando just weeks ago, she’s got a surprising amount of sass in his presence today. “Why would I not be serious? I’m basically a genius, and I expect to be invited to the wedding. You’re welcome, by the way.” 

“Alright, that’s enough, cheers, Val!” Lando blurts, shooting her a pointed look. 

“Can I get paddock passes for making this whole thing happen? Preferably Monaco but I could probably make it to Monza too. Imola is a little far.” 

Lando blinks at her for a few moments, probably seeing if she actually means it. When all she does is raise her eyebrows, he concedes. “Maybe. I’ll make some calls, see what I can do.” 

“Fantastic. Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone!” 

You both watch as she all but skips happily off, then turn back to each other. 

“She’s…definitely something,” You sigh, shaking your head. Secretly, you owe her everything. 

“Eh, I dunno. Kid’s growing on me.” He reaches across the table, lacing his fingers through yours with a fond twinkle in those pretty eyes of his. 

“How serious are you about those paddock passes?” 

“I mean…she did help me out massively. I’d have missed you if it weren’t for her.” Lando shrugs, rubbing an absentminded thumb over yours. “I hope you know I would’ve come back until I found you again. Everyday, if I had to.” 

“Me too.” 

If you’d told your past self that a bizarre summer rainstorm in sunny Monaco would’ve led you to where you are right now, you wouldn’t have believed it. But now, as you sit here with Lando, smiling at each other like complete and total idiots, you’ve never been more grateful for a bit of unexpected rain.

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[ffsg0jo]

tw: suggestive and also pretend everything ended after gojo was unsealed and that everyone's alive !!

you shouldn't be feeling this way. the entire world was in disarray, still recovering from the aftershock of chaos and destruction stomping hand in hand through the streets.

but your husband had changed drastically. since escaping the prison realm, he'd gotten thicker, bulkier, his frame now matching his larger than life ego.

the way his t-shirt deliciously hugged and stretched against his biceps. the baggy, white martial arts pants (which are almost see-through in the sunlight) left so much to the imagination, and god, you couldn't stop imagining what was underneath.

the pretty little bow tying it all together was just calling you, begging you to untie it and sink to your knees, revering him the way he deserved to be. you wanted your husband so badly that you couldn't focus on any of the tasks at hand. major damage control and cleanup were needed, but your mind was only on your husband. it was pathetic, and you felt ashamed, but you needed him, entire world be damned.

it was like a switch flicked in your brain. the 20 days he was locked up, you spent it all in a constant state of panic and worry, fighting to stay alive and to keep your students alive too. and the moment you saw satoru, you were taken aback, rooted to the spot.

there he was, your satoru in all his infinite glory. as he ran and gathered you up in his arms, you couldn't help but slightly whimper at the feeling of his taut muscles pressing against your softer form. he felt so good against your body and finally in your arms.

satoru, well versed in your body language, immediately understood what was going through your head. the same could be said for him, too. he spent hours upon hours alone in the prison realm, his body devoid of your touch, aching for you. not a second went by where he didn't think about your lips pressed against his heated skin and indulging in your soft, silky, warmth.

he could feel the blood rushing south as he heard you whimper. satoru wanted to kiss you so bad, but he knew if he did, he'd end up taking you right here, right now in front of everyone.

he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, another stamped lovingly onto your hairline. satoru held your face in his palms, forehead pressed against yours. his blue eyes shining with unshed tears, mirroring yours. god, he missed his wife so much. his sweet, sweet girl.

satoru's gaze softened, drinking you in properly now. he sees the bags under your eyes and tear tracks engrained into your cheeks. his soul breaks, as he realises how devastated and hearbroken you must have been.

"i love you so much," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. "and i'm not going anywhere, my love. i promise."

you couldn't stop yourself leaning up and capturing satoru's lips in a frenzied kiss, you both groaning at the contact. satoru angled your face closer to his, his nose pressing deliciously into yours. he deepened the kiss, gasping at the way you tugged at his slightly overgrown undercut. you took that as an opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips and lick into his mouth.

he tongue fought against yours, wanting to taste every inch of your mouth. the kiss was becoming way too heated. your body pulled flush against his, his hardening length pressing into your stomach, moans escaping both of your lips. satoru drank all your noises up greedily, savouring them on his tongue.

the sudden loud cough to your right made you both pause, realising where you were. collecting yourselves, you slowly pulled apart, a string of saliva splitting as you moved away from your husband, his hands falling to your waist.

you were both panting and out of breath, but that now that you'd gotten a taste, it wasn't enough. you needed to feel his bare skin on yours. you needed to be completely consumed by him. you needed more.

before turning to face his students' satoru smirked at you. you never thought you'd say this, but you revelled in that stupid smirk of his.

'patience' his darkened, lust-filled eyes conveyed, his hands squeezing your waist, 'we have all night'.

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[taintedcigs]

also eddie being a giver and letting you wear his clothes

UGHGGRGGR I ACTUALLY HAD THOUGHTS ABT THIS... ily for this idea HEHEHEHE.

warnings: fluff, suggestive smut, stealing eddie's clothes, eddie kissing ur nipples n being a lil shit.

Eddie absolutely, absolutely loved it when you would wear anything that was his. He would always try to seem kind of annoyed about it, huffing and rolling his eyes when you stole something of his, but his mind would unravel just at the thought of you hanging around in his clothes, he would adore the way his sweatpants would look a bit baggy on you, and almost melt at the way his shirt hugged your frame, nipples pricking through the thin material, and when you topped it all with your doe-eyes and that glossy smile, he'd be on his knees.

The first thing in the morning he sees is you, slowly opening the curtains, letting that ray of sunshine hit directly at his face, making him squint.

"Morning sunshine," Your giggly voice rang in his ears as he groaned loudly, huffing while pressing the pillow directly onto his face to block the blinding sun.

"C'mon pretty boy, it's almost noon," you hummed, appearing at his side when you pulled the pillow away from his face.

He reached for the pillow back but you tutted, he was about to huff again, be a little brat, but he froze when he saw it.

His eyes widened, this was a normal occurence, yet the little shit always acted like it was the first time he saw you in his clothes. And you loved it, the attention, the dilated pupils, the whines, and the praises.

He hummed when he scanned your body, the chilly morning providing him with what he just wanted to see—nipples perked up from the slight cold, pressed against the thin material of his Hellfire Shirt, he almost groaned, hands itching to touch you.

You looked back down confused, and then your gaze met with Eddie's, eyes full of lust, amber orbs darkening, and you knew exactly what got him going, "What?" You asked teasingly.

Stunned, mouth hanging open, his eyes oggled you, in the most respectful and disrespectful way possible, you looked pretty so, so pretty but just as equally hot that he couldn't help the way his bulge strained against his boxers.

He had that adorable grin plastered onto his face, a suggestive smirk curving on his lips that made you want to smush his cheeks.

"You don't like my shirt?" You hummed with a smirk, raising a brow as you leaned closer, the shirt riding up your bare thigh, exposing your tiny panties to him, and he audibly groaned.

The hellfire shirt was sacred to him, he had made many and would wear them almost every day, and every night, he wouldn't let anyone else touch them.

But you, oh, you looked so adorable that Eddie was ready to give all of the shirts he ever owned to you just so that you could wear them anywhere and everywhere. He reveled in the idea of everyone seeing you in his hellfire shirt so that everyone would know that you were his girl and his girl only.

"No, I love it." His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes glued on your nipples poking out of the shirt.

You giggled adorably when you looked down onto your body, stretching the shirt fully to show the 'Hellfire Club' text and the logo to Eddie proudly.

"Hellfire club, what is that about?" He asked, in a more serious mocking tone, eyebrows suggestively raising while he leaned closer to you.

"Oh, you probably wouldn't know about them." You waved your hands dismissively. "Very exclusive, D&D club," With a whisper, you nudged his side playfully, nose scrunching.

"Hmm, is that so?" He mumbled as he grabbed you by your waist, immediately pulling you towards him as you squealed.

A smothering hug behind you before he turned you to face him, needily pulling you onto his lap, but you loved it, loved the tight hold he had on you, calloused hands all grabby and not intending to let you go.

He hummed contently when he pressed sloppy kisses all over your cheek, basking in the pretty giggles that escaped your parted lips, sticky sweet scent engulfing him. "I love it when you wear my shirt..." He mumbled into the crook of your neck, gentle nibbles all over your throat to your chin, and open-mouthed kisses sprinkled with it.

"You mean... our shirt?" You asked with a grin, tone saccharine sweet.

"Oh, it's our shirt now?" He hummed against your neck and you nodded quickly.

His head quickly jerked back, gaze taking all of you in before he leaned closer, small kisses thrown all over your plushy lips.

"S'pretty." He cooed. "You look so pretty in our shirt." His hands were quick as they slipped inside of your shirt, a grin appearing on his face.

He hummed as he exposed your breasts, the cold air hitting caused them to harden as he groaned, taking no time to have one of your nipples under his teeth, sucking, biting nibbling as his hand massaged the other.

"That might be our shirt, but these are all mine, sweetheart," He grinned devilishly, planting open-mouthed kisses all over your chest, making you giggle as he was stuffed between your breasts and the sacred Hellfire shirt.

[moon1833]

“Ask me Tomorrow” Part 2!

“Everyone keeps saying I gave you that hickey, so I might as well, right?”

Contains: Female reader, 18+ characters, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, light dubious consent (reader and Megumi are high), high sex, can you tell I was high when I wrote this, possessive Megumi, kinda subby Megumi not really, switch reader

Part 1

Megumi did not ask to kiss you the next day. Or the day after. Instead, he had treated you exactly the same. A little aloof, a bit warmer than most of his friends, but friendly all the same.

You had fully accepted that he had only been drunk, trying to erase how intense his eyes had been, how desperate he had seemed just to lay his lips on yours, how fucking soft they felt, how his tongue poked at your bottom lip- okay maybe you hadn’t fully accepted shit.

You couldn’t look at him without flushing, panic creeping up your chest and embarrassment flooding your brain as you recalled how close you’d been to making a serious mistake. You weren’t sure how far you’d let Megumi go, as selfish as it was.

Training was becoming even more difficult, since the moment he made contact with your body you froze completely, creating too many openings for him to knock you down.

You were a strong fighter, especially with hand to hand combat. Usually, you were the one kicking Megumi around, but for the past four days you could count your victories on one hand.

You tried not to think about it as you eyed the bruises littering your body as you stepped out of the shower. The most recent was one on your neck from the blunt end of his sword, since today was “Weapon Wednesday” as Gojo named it.

Oddly, the mark looked strangely suggestive instead of painful, and revived many questions from your peers. Of course, Megumi did not make it better for himself when instead of letting you explain, he muttered an apology.

Nobara could not be convinced that he hadn’t given you a hickey. By default, Gojo had been up your ass the entire day, and you were one more comment away from breaking past his infinity and strangling him.

Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, you made your way to your dresser to pull out your pajamas before pulling them over yourself and texting Megumi that he was free to come over.

As you read his immediate "omw", you leaned under your bed to pull the lunchbox out. You took out the grinder and sighed at the empty baggy next to it.

Without stepping off the bed, you launch yourself across it, your stomach against the blankets as you reach for your bedside table. You’re too focused on stretching your fingers to reach it that you don’t hear your door open, grabbing the zip lock bag and not bothering to shut the drawer.

You sit up, turning around to grab the rolling papers when you see Megumi standing in your doorframe.

He’s red faced, and looking anywhere but at you. His expression confuses you, until you remember the position you had been in a moment ago, your ass on perfect display from where he was standing. You just hoped he hadn’t seen your panties from the edge of your shorts.

Or maybe you did, who knows.

“Are you just going to stand there?” You try to swallow the flush crawling up your neck.

He just sighs, locking the door behind him as he joins you. The sight of him on your bed brings you back to how his tongue tasted, and you begin to roll the joint a little faster.

Occupying yourself with the paper in between your fingertips, you miss Megumi’s eyes. They linger on your skilled hands, and he swallows thickly as his mind begins to drift.

“Light me?” You ask, mostly out of habit. You hold the joint between your thumb and pointer, your other hand cupping around the end to block out the wind from your opened window.

Megumi moves closer to you, and you find yourself unable to look anywhere but his face as he flicks the lighter on, even when you begin to inhale.

Finally, you break away when you pull the joint from your lips, letting the smoke flow down your lungs while you move to the window. You let the smoke roll out as you prop your elbows onto the sill.

You take another hit before turning your head back to Megumi, who hadn’t taken his eyes off your mouth since you placed the joint in between your lips.

He joins you by the window, eyeing how you shiver against the cool air in your thin t-shirt, that had spilled over your shoulder. As you pass the joint back and forth, his eyes stay longer and longer on your slightly exposed collarbone before flickering back up to your face.

By the time Megumi finishes off the roach, his eyes are half lidded and reddish, and you’re sure you look the same. The room feels fuzzier, and your bare legs feel soft against the blankets on your bed.

Suddenly, Megumi looks so warm, and you’ve been so cold. Somehow finding the willpower to not pounce on him, you take the joint back, which was now just a bit of burnt rolling paper, flicking it out the window before shutting it.

When you turn back to him, Megumi’s lying down on your bed, his gaze still attached to you as he shifts to his side. There’s a small grin on his lips, one that looks almost misplaced by the look in his eyes.

Against all better judgement, you lay down next to him, a little closer than you meant to. Almost immediately, he pushes a stray hair off of your face, and you can feel the warmth of his hands grazing your skin.

His thumb drops, stroking your cheek affectionately. You lean into him subconsciously, your eyes fluttering shut.

Megumi takes the opportunity to move closer to you, breaking the distance completely with a tentative kiss to your lips.

You were high, you knew the feeling well, but this was different. You felt your stomach drop to your core, a gasp escaping you. You pressed yourself closer to him as his tongue licked at your own, barely registering your hands running through his hair.

You weren’t sure if you had pushed yourself on top of him or if he had moved you there, but you had somehow gotten on top of his lap, your legs crossed behind him as you tried to get impossibly closer, the kiss growing sloppier.

Every movement felt as fluid as water, every touch reciprocated tenfold. You pulled Megumi down by his hair, dragging his lips to a spot on your neck. He whimpers against your ear, the sound so small you were sure you wouldn’t have heard it unless he was that close to you. He licks and sucks at your throat, his eager hands trailing up your back and pushing your hips into him.

A guttural moan escapes you when his hits a sensitive spot on your collar bone, and he thrusts upwards at the feeling. Your grip on his scalp increases, grounding yourself down onto him as his teeth graze your shoulder.

It occurs to you that he’s this worked up over marking you, and he’s mumbling against your skin. It’s quiet, and you almost don’t register what he’s saying.

“Everyone keeps saying I gave you that hickey, so I might as well, right?” His words are hot against your neck. “No one’s gonna question it now.”

Megumi has always been possessive over you, even when he was eleven years old and met you for the first time. He was possessive over you when you both entered your first year in Jujitsu High, and he continues to be possessive over you as adults.

But, this was different. His hands didn’t have an ounce of hesitation as they crept up your shirt, fingers tracing the material of your bra. His lips are bruised, but he cannot stop kissing your skin.

You pull your shirt off, your hair falling across your chest in one smooth motion. His eyes skip to your breasts, and his hands follow.

“Can’t wait anymore.” He mutters, his hold gentle on your waist as he lays you down. Your legs cross behind his back, and he groans at the friction.

You pull his own top over his head before reattaching your lips to his as his hands travel down your sides. You barely notice when he begins to tug your shorts off your legs, too preoccupied with how firm his chest feels.

It’s only when his finger tips graze the slick that’s gathered between your lips that you register the cold air now hitting your skin. His touches are gentle, exploring an area he had only dreamed of feeling before.

You buck your hips, trying to fuck yourself against his hand in desperation. Megumi watches your body move in mesmerization, rolling his fingertips around your clit.

The pleasure is instantaneous, and it’s powerful, a moan sounding all too similar to his name ripping through your throat.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, so you don’t see exactly how much your noises affect him. His dick twitches in his pants, and they’ve been much too tight for him for too long.

His fingers don’t stop circling your clit, but he traces your entrance with his other hand, watching how they glisten with your wetness.

You kiss him again as he drags his ring finger in and out of you, and your orgasm builds quickly. Every stroke of pleasure feels more intense than anything you’ve felt before, and it was too much as you came around Megumi’s fingers.

Subconsciously, your nails dug into his shoulders as you bit into his bicep to keep your moans as quiet as possible. He watched your reactions closely, nearly cumming in his pants at the feeling of your teeth grazing his skin.

Megumi was ripping his pants off before he even realized, ignoring the sound of his boxers tearing slightly as he desperately tried to rid them from his thighs.

You turn him over before he can climb over you again, placing yourself just above his painfully hard looking dick before kissing his forehead rather tenderly.

In false confidence, you tried to sink down on him immediately, but you hardly got halfway before shuddering out a whimper. You expected a cocky expression on Megumi’s face, but when you looked down at him, his eye were squeezed shut in pleasure, and his bottom lip was between his teeth.

Motivated to sink further onto his cock, you didn’t stop until you could feel his thighs under yours, lavishing in his slightly pathetic attempts to keep quiet.

His hands are gripping your waist, using a little more force than he’s shown before. You wiggle your hips, squirming impatiently. His fingers curl around you even tighter, and you realized he’s keeping you in place so you can’t move.

“Aw ‘Gumi, what is it?” You tilt your head to the side. “Afraid you might cum too quick?”

“Yes.” He practically squeaks, and you can feel him twitch inside of you.

You giggle in response, throwing your head back and resting your hands on his bare shoulders. There’s a teasing smile on your face, as if you aren’t stuffed all the way into your stomach with his dick, and when he finally opens his eyes he takes notice of it.

In your position, he can see your perfect breasts practically glowing in the soft lighting of your bedroom, dark hickies littering up the valley of skin between them, trailing around your collarbone and around your neck. Something settles deep in his chest and he’s thrusting up into you before he can think.

Your body jiggles, and your mouth twitches open in shock. Your fingernails dig into his skin as he repeatedly rolls his hips into you, each stroke harsher than the last.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, the sound of skin slapping almost as loud as the sounds escaping you.

Attempting to regain some type of control, you tug at his hair as you force your upper body upwards, meeting his thrust halfway. Megumi chokes, hips stuttering as his eyes widen.

You push his chest down, bouncing yourself on his dick. It doesn’t take much longer until he’s gasping for air, his own orgasm stumbling towards him it without much warning.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You clamp down impossibly harder on him.

“Cum inside.” You borderline command, dragging his head to your level to kiss him as he does. He moans loud into your mouth, his hair sticking to your forehead as he comes down from his high.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and your noses are touching. His rubs small circles into your back as you both attempt to catch your breath, clinging on to each other tightly.

His head dips down to your shoulder, planting small kisses there and sucking on the skin one last time for good measure.

You almost laugh at his antics, but exhaustion creeps up to you too quickly. Megumi lifts you off of him, eyes lingering on how his cum spills out of you before laying you down on your bed.

He was going to prepare a shower for you, but when he came back with a towel, you were fast asleep, cuddled under your favorite blanket. He chuckles, doing his best to clean you off before sliding into bed with you, drifting off with an arm around your waist.

[katasstrophy]

Bruh Nagi being buff as hell after Manshine's training 🥰🥰🥰

sammy you deadass bout to make me objectify this man on main SO BAD this has been running something of a small marathon in my head so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pls accept my humble word vomit

cw. [n]sfw. mdni. pro player! nagi + aged-up characters. bit of body worship(?) you ride his abs. nipple play (m. receiving). subby nagi (but he's actually a switch >:) + some fluff bc he's so baby :(

note. a bit rambly oop soz it’s bc i went insane. i describe how he looks like to ME (re: hot as fuck) but i guess y'all can read it too hehe<3

1.4k words -> how could you ever hope to keep your hands to yourself when nagi's body looks like that.

i feel like unless you have prior knowledge of the fact that nagi is a pro athlete, from a cursory glance, your first thought upon seeing him wouldn’t be “hmm i bet that dude is built like a brick house.” it doesn’t help that nagi’s basically the unofficial king of athleisure — his closet’s chockfull of loose-fitting hoodies and sweats. he barely owns anything else besides those monochrome hooded tracksuits (and sportswear for practice, i guess he’d need some of that too lol) because he claims it’s the only outfit that gives him unlimited access to just lounge about basically anywhere he pleases. it’s what he genuinely finds to be the most comfortable style for him as well. but if you’re fortunate enough to get a peak underneath the layers of baggy clothes? dear god nagi’s built like a fever dream. amen you’ll eat so good then he’s a whole ass feast. 

i’m gonna brazenly speak my truth here so don’t come for me >:( but! from what you’d consider to be “a typical footballer’s physique”, purely from that perspective, nagi’s legs are… not that impressive. his stagnant motivation has much improved ever since he committed to making a career out of soccer, but that doesn’t mean his slacker tendencies haven’t followed suit. don’t get me wrong, he still puts his all into every game so his legs are still very much capable of making your mouth water, but you won’t catch him sprinting up and down the field at full speed if he can help it. packed with lean muscle, his thighs are thick, calves well-defined with a few bold veins thinly zigzagging down the taut skin like a lightning strike on the occasion you happen to catch him after a particularly gruelling conditioning session. but compared to some of his teammates whose legs seem to be carved from iron, he’s a bit.. overshadowed.

it’s a fairly similar story with his arms. (i promise i’m not just talking shit lol i could NEVER my poor meow meow it’s gonna get so hot in a second i swear just bear with me!!!) again, it’s most definitely a drool-worthy sight. the stretch of his arms is long and sinewy, rolling with a set of generous biceps that flutter under the gentle scrap of your fingerpads and nails when he (totally intentionally) flexes the swell of muscle there. in his profession, he mostly uses his arms for balance and to create distance between himself and his opponents. buried in his private nook back home, he has a tendency to hold his phone above his head while playing mobile games — that blissfully only rarely come crashing down on his face — but his unrivalled favourite will, of course, always be enveloping you in his arms <3 

nagi’s not the most expressive person, but his subtle social cues become much easier to pick up on whenever he’s sleepy, which let’s be honest is almost always. he’s in dire need of a snuggle in those moments and not only loves, but craves being close to you physically, his face a canvas of huffy evidence of what a Big Deal this is to him if you learn to read the hidden hints (it’s a pursed, pouty frown nine times out of ten he ain’t slick lmfao). he kind of regards your presence as his “recharging station” what a cringe fail soggy loser man i adore him with my whole heart 🥹 his lanky limbs will snake around you with the security of a vine until you’re all cosy and wrapped up in each other, his hold bearing enough strength to not budge against any playful escape tactics you might attempt — at least not until he decides he’s had his fair share of quality snuggle time with you. 

nagi’s a practical man, however — the world doesn’t call him a lazy genius for nothing. for these, albeit lovely, purposes, he determined there’s absolutely no need to overexert himself by lifting weights to buff up his arms. he can get by just fine! there are definitely more jacked arms out there i’m sorry :(

but here’s the kicker. nagi’s tall. you could even say he’s huge — he’d tower over most people if he actually straightened his posture for once. so his muscle mass kind of stretches out a bit… unevenly throughout his body. he does have muscle mass though, plenty of it, actually, and he needs only to do one tiny little thing to remind you of it: lift his shirt up. 

it’s a subconscious, everyday thing for nagi to toy with the hem of his cotton tees. his fingers often grow restless if they’re just lying about, so playing with the material of his clothes is not only stupidly ready at hand but also helps to soothe the itch brimming along his fingers to do something with them. in the process, you’re rewarded with glimpses of his stomach often when he involuntarily ends up exposing the skin clinging to those hard planes. but what’s objectively worse for your sanity is when nagi comes trudging into the kitchen to ease his thirst. he never bothers with a glass from the cupboard, just swoops down to drink from the open tap, his adam’s apple bopping rhythmically as he swallows. there’s water coating his lips when he rises, a few droplets still running down his chin that he tugs on the ends of his t-shirt to lazily wipe away. it’s an innocent endeavour to him, but a sinful display for you, as it essentially shows off his entire, deliciously shaped midriff. nagi might slack off in other areas, but his core strength is insane. his torso is like a gift from the heavens, chiselled after the image of their gods and heroes. don’t even get me started on his abs.

because i cannot stress enough how perfect nagi’s abs are for grinding your sweet, drooling little cunny on :( the ridges of muscle packed together at his abdomen are firm, but twitch almost uncontrollably when you slowly drag your cunt up and down the sculpted slabs of his stomach that bump against your poor, swollen clit in a way that makes you delirious. your thighs bracket his waist as you move, his waist that is so trim and almost tiny compared to the broad stretch of his shoulders. you can feel the coarse, light hair of his happy trail graze against your bare ass, leading to his heavy, stirring cock still confined in his sweats for now as you continue to leisurely rut your pussy down his abs, leaving a slick mess behind. the hard cut of his v-line is so prominent a thin contour of shadow clings to the underside of it.

nagi wishes desperately that he could help you, that he could sink his fingers into the plush of your skin and push you down along his abdomen to accelerate your high, dictate a more intense pace for you by his hands and make you take it, but he’s too busy being a moaning, blubbering mess underneath you to take initiative. his large palm lies dormant at your waist, the other tangled in his snowy, sweaty bangs so he doesn’t miss even a blink of the intoxicating vision you present above him. he’s drunk on every salacious sound that comes tumbling from your lips, every wanton contortion of your gorgeous face as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills his ears. his defined chest is flushed red from arousal, shuddering with shaky exhales as he all but devours the sight of you — he thinks you using him for your own pleasure is so fucking hot. 

if you want to turn him into an utter wreck, whining like a bitch in heat, please please play with his nipples :( paw at his pecs all needy first, ‘n don’t be afraid to grip the flesh with the blunt of your nails. he’ll mewl about it, but you only need to shush and praise him, tell him how good he looks like this for you and he’ll behave. pinch at the pretty pink of his pebbled nipples, gently circle his areola with your tongue, sucking on the bud and nagi will lose his mind, might even cum untouched :( but that’s okay because he’s so turned on his refractory period is barely an issue, he’ll sink into your tight, sloppy walls in one go and fuck you absolutely senseless on his cock. it’s all you can do to scramble for purchase with your trembling fingers, marking up the milky expanse of his broad back and mouthing at his collarbones to stifle your near pornographic keens and cries as he mercilessly splits you open.

in conclusion nagi seishiro is built like a wet dream and i want him carnally </3

[bettyfrommars]

I had an anon request asking about Eddie and Reader intimacy sex after a hard day of work, and I meant to write a few lines, but now there is this ❤️ WC:640

boyfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader

18+Only, intimacy smut, boyfriend!Eddie, unprotected p in v, creampie

At first, sex is the last thing on either one of your minds, even though you're very much in love, because life in the real world gets exhausting. But then you go to kiss each other goodnight in bed once you're under the covers and the lights are out, and Eddie makes that needy mew sound in the back of his throat, spurred by the tongue you just slipped him, his thumb grazing your nipple through the cotton of your shirt. The kissing deepens, inhaling the smell of the soap you bought him to wash his face, and the crisp scent of laundry detergent on the pillowcase. "Fuck, I love you," he mumbles on an exhale, helping you take off the baggy tee of his that you wear to bed so that the two of you can press skin on skin. "I thought you were too tired?" you tease, snapping the waistband of his boxers, knuckles grazing the treasure trail below his bellybutton.

"Never too tired for this," he whispers, fingers seeking the heat between your legs. "Open up for me baby, I need to be inside you again." As he says it, he's moving on top of you, getting rid of his boxers, and you're pushing your underwear down your legs, offering yourself to him. Tongues flick between softly parted lips, "you miss it, don't you, baby? You miss my cock inside of you?"

"Yeah, baby, I need it," you whimper, feeling the tip stretch you a bit as he guides it in, and you buck your hips up to meet him, begging. A strand of his hair gets caught in between your lips and you caress it back behind his ear.

His mouth hovers over yours, nose pressing into your cheek, because he wants to stay as close to you as possible, sinking in with a groan. "I love how wet you get for me, baby, fuck. I love that it's all for me."

He's all the way in now, and the sensation makes you shudder, filling you with those familiar intense emotions that make a tear catch in your throat from time to time. "I love you so much," you whisper against his mouth, his hips working, unsure what saliva belongs to who. One of your hands is on his lower back, coaxing him deeper, while the other is holding his face, needing the weight of him.

He hesitates, lifting up just enough to ask if you want him to grab your vibrator out of the nightstand.

"Don't you dare go anywhere, baby. I want you just like this," you insist. You need him as close as he can be for as long as it takes.

You push hair out of his face again as his forehead rests on yours, and his thrusting gets faster, breath hitching in his chest. "I'm gonna cum so hard, holy fuck," he hisses, hips stuttering. "Do you love me, baby?"

"I love you more than anything," you whine, fingers sinking into the flesh of his hip. "I'm so in love with you."

His movements jerk and then still, exhaling a sharp breath, pouring himself into you, pushing it base deep. He always came the hardest when you told him how much you loved him.

He stiffens and rides the wave of bliss for a few seconds longer, and then you have all of his weight on you, cock staying inside until it softened enough to slide out. Your orgasms were plentiful with Eddie, but this time, even without it, your pleasure was equal to his.

Exhaling hot breaths against your throat, he hushed, "I've never loved anyone this much," and then both sets of eyes fluttered heavy and the pillow was calling.

You let him be the little spoon that night.

[allfryam]

teachers pet part 4

Mason rushed to his computer and looked up appetite stimulant. He found a few that looked okay, but he needed the perfect one. He eventually stumbled upon it. “Big daddy’s appetite stimulant powder!” The directions said to sprinkle a little bit onto your food then eat until you pop. It was perfect. Mason also decided to buy some mass gainer just in case.

Christmas rolled around and Mason’s house smelled delicious. There was a fire roasting in the chimney, various items baking in the oven, hot tea in the kettle: it was heaven. Mason didn’t want to fatten up the entire family, so he couldn’t just dump the powder into everything, he would have to sneak it onto Mr. Hart’s plate. A devious grin began to grow on Mason’s face as he plotted. Something else also grew…

*

Mr. Hart struggled and grunted as he tried to pull the buttons together on his shirt. There was no way he could wear this! He settled on a skin tight undershirt that only covered half of his gut, and a green knit sweater. It was a bit tight, but it covered his belly, so he was content. He threw on his once baggy jeans that now hugged his hips a little more than he liked, but they would have to do. “I hope Santa gets me new clothes for Christmas…” he mumbled.

*

Mason was helping his mom with dinner when he heard a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” He called out. He ran to the front door and swung it open to see Mr. Hart. He smiled and Mason welcomed him in. He took a seat in the living room and chatted with some of Mason’s family. He explained that he didn’t really have anywhere to go for thanksgiving - leaving out the part about him being gay - and he was glad Mason and his family welcomed him. After a bit, food was finally ready and everyone gathered around the dining table. They said grace and began passing around the food to make their plates. Mason watched as Mr. Hart piled his high then grabbed his fork, ready to dig in. “Wait! I left the sweet potatoes in the kitchen. Here Mr. Hart, I’ll take your plate and get you some.” Mason said deviously. He snatched up Mr. Hart’s plate before he could even speak and ran into the kitchen. He scooped a big pile of sweet potatoes and plopped it onto Mr. Hart’s plate. Then he took the small bottle of appetite stimulant and sprinkled it all over Mr. Hart’s plate. He brought the plate back with a grin on his face and watched in awe as Mr. Hart tore through the meal like it was his last. After his first plate, he went back for seconds, then thirds. He didn’t even notice his sweater starting to get tighter and slide up his growing gut, revealing a sliver of his soft belly.

Mason’s family silently watched Mr. Hart gorge on the fattening food, eating it as fast as he could. He would empty a plate then quickly pile more on and tear through that just as fast. He finally leaned back in his chair after Mason lost count of how many plates he had. He breathed hard and his hand rested on his gut, rising and falling with each labored breath. He tugged on his sweater to try and stretch it back over his gut but he still couldn’t manage to cover all of it.

*

Mr. Hart awoke with a headache. He was still in his dress clothes from last night, his pants unbuttoned and his shirt pulled up towards his chest. He groggily rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom as he recounted last nights events. “Jesus…” he mumbled as he looked at himself in the mirror. His stomach was round and meaty, weighing down the front of his body. He rubbed it and frowned as he realized how much weight he’d put on since school started. In August he still had abs if he flexed, but just a few months later, he looked like he ate everything he saw! (Which wasn’t far from the truth.) he knew he had to do something.

I know none of these options look good to you guys but trust me, they will all have outcomes that you will enjoy

[gyusimp]

°•Sweet Dreams•° (Thanks for 500 Followers!)

🛐 Warnings: NSFW | Minors DNI! | Modern AU | Fem Reader | Fingering | Fem Oral | Somnophilia | Masturbation | Adult Toys | Read at your own risk but avoid hate | Enjoy!

Gyutaro was in the living room, he usually had a hard time falling asleep so to respect your bedtime he would just let you sleep peacefully upstairs in his room while he looked at his phone on the sofa so as not to bother you with the light from the device in his hands.

The boy with blue eyes surrounded by dark circles, saw a couple of episodes of his favorite series but one scene left him uneasy. It is nothing new for the protagonists of this type of series to do a hot scene between passionate kisses but in the end nothing explicit enough and that was the problem for Gyutaro so he sent the series application to hell and looked for something different on the internet, something he was very used to seeing.

After flipping through several videos and finding something worthwhile, he decided to go back with you upstairs but there was a problem. He thought watching some of these videos would help him relax but it really only made the bulge under his pants harder.

Gyutaro slowly entered the room after closing the door behind him. He looked towards the window and noticed that there was a full moon, that explained the lighting inside the room. For a moment he thought you were still awake but when he saw you asleep on the bed his heart beat faster than ever. He approached you without making any kind of noise, not even the slightest sigh that could wake you up despite the fact that you were fortunately a somewhat heavy sleeper. You were lying in Gyutaro's bed on your back, between the messy sheets after having thrown them off you because of the heat. The moonlight that stuck to your body made all your curves stand out from the shadows under your clothes. Your arms were extended along the mattress, one of your legs was stretched out on the bed and the other was flexed on the mattress, forming a type of number 4. Your boyfriend couldn't help but act without thinking before the force that his member exerted between his legs so he climbed on the bed carefully to start inspecting you.

Gyutaro looked at the clothes you were wearing, he knew you weren't wearing a bra because you always took it off to sleep so that was starting to turn him on, he looked at your hips and waist, leaving his gaze fixed on your baggy little shorts. A part of the fabric was rising right in the middle of your legs due to the position you were in, Gyutaro's restless fingers did not hesitate for half a second to move the fabric of your crotch to the side to see your panties but he got a nice surprise. You weren't wearing underwear and the moment Gyutaro pushed your shorts aside he found your naked pussy under the cloth. Can you imagine how hard he was now? You had no idea.

Gyutaro carefully took the elastic of your shorts and slowly slid them down your skin, trying not to let the fabric touch you so you wouldn't wake up until he managed to slide the fabric over your knees, ankles and remove it from you completely to throw it anywhere on the ground.

You didn't even sigh, you were fast asleep. Your legs stayed in the same position as before and since one of them was bent, that caused your labia to part slightly, exposing your naked femininity without any barrier to Gyutaro's leering and needy gaze on you. He loved seeing you like this, asleep, almost naked and vulnerable in his presence, he could do whatever he wanted at this moment where you rested so weakly and carelessly and that turned him on more and more. Imagining taking your body with some kind of "ban" while you slept made his dick ache more and more. Gyutaro crouched down like a prowling cat and grabbed your knees and thighs, parting your legs and spreading them wide for a perfect view of your cunt spreading the same way for him. Seeing your soft little lips parting exposing your wet folds drove him crazy. He moved right into your center and let his hot breath hit you, inhaling your scent making him moan silently until he couldn't resist anymore and almost involuntarily made his tongue trace a line from bottom to top over your slit.

Then again and again, Gyutaro licked your slit like it was fucking ice cream and then you woke up. You felt a wet sensation between your legs and when you traveled down, you found your boyfriend with his head between your legs, your shorts not even on and his hot tongue caressing the folds of your vagina. Gyutaro wasn't surprised to see that you woke up, he was too horny to do it so he just smiled at you playfully and continued to do his job without any care. You weren't bothered at all by what Gyutaro was doing, actually, it had turned you on to think about what kind of things he dared to do while you were sleeping. He even took your clothes off and you didn't notice and you liked that. You settled in better and leaned your weight on your arms on the bed to better open your legs and make it easier for Gyutaro to pass inside of you. Now that you were awake, he no longer had to bother limiting his movements or moans to prevent you from waking up. It felt so good, you couldn't help but close your eyes and tilt your head back with every lick Gyutaro showered on your pussy.

I-i love it...mmhh, i love when you make me feel like a whore, aahh!" Tú gemiste.

Gyutaro opened his mouth and sucked your core, his tongue caressed your clit and ran through every space of your skin between your folds causing the most obscenely wet sounds with each sucking and licking your pussy, Gyutaro loved your taste, he loved having the most concentrated part of your essence in his mouth...he wish he could have more of your juices.

Gyutaro was blinded by lust and pleasure until he remembered a small gift he had bought for you a few weeks ago. Your eyes were closed so it was a bit annoying when you felt your pussy grow cold from the absence of Gyutaro's mouth on you. You saw him looking for something in the closet, what the fuck was he doing? Gyutaro took an item out of a bag and walked back to the bed, positioning himself where he was a few minutes ago, handing the item over to you. Gyutaro had seen this in some porn videos and for a long time he wanted to try it with you but he just never got the courage to propose it to you.

In your hands was a normal size vibrator, very feminine and in your favorite color. You looked at him a little doubtfully, if there were his fingers and his cock then what use would this be?

"A vibrator? I-I...I've never used one before..."

"No object? Are you serious? Don't play with me, and what do you masturbate with when you need to then?"

"W-well, I don't know, I just use my fingers or rub myself against the bed or some pillows anyway. I mean, I've never used any toys before...have you?"

"And what do you think I get by with when you're working all day?"

That confession caught you off guard. You were flattered knowing that Gyutaro touched himself thinking of you when you were away from him.

You didn't want to ruin your boyfriend's plans, besides, you always found it a bit interesting to try some toys like this. The reason you never bought one was out of fear of hurting yourself by doing something stupid for the first time, but if Gyutaro was here then you felt safer. Gyutaro expected you to turn it on but you just looked at the vibrator in your hands in wonder trying to hide in the deepest corner all your inexperience in this kind of thing.

"Don't be pathetic, honey." Gyutaro said, as he turned on the vibrator and set it up for you, handing it over to you. "Medium is okay?"

"I guess so, it's my first time after all...now what?"

"I don't know, comb your hair with it maybe?" He teased you, laughing a little. "Damn, put it in your vagina."

"I know, I'm not stupid! I mean if this is put in any specific way."

"I don't know You're a very creative girl, aren't you? Just put it where it feels good." Gyutaro was starting to get desperate, he wanted to continue but he kept looking at you until you started.

"Aren't you going to continue?" you asked, nervous. You didn't want him to see you at this awkward moment.

"Not until you start. Do you think I bought you this to entertain you?" Gyutaro got dangerously close to your ear. "I want to see my woman masturbating." He said, licking your earlobe, playing with your earring.

Chills ran down your entire spine, the faster you started the less embarrassed you would be in front of him and you didn't want to give him the opportunity to make fun of you. Besides, all your embarrassment always disappeared when you were aroused so there wouldn't be a problem. You spread your legs again and positioned the vibrator however felt best in the middle of your pussy, playing with your vagina until you found a sweet spot that made you arch your back and moan. The device gave a different sensation to your pussy, it moved and pumped inside your folds making you rub against it while Gyutaro watched you almost without blinking, touching you in front of him.

"Aaahh, Gyu...this is very good! AAH!"

Gyutaro just smiled, settled between your legs and continued sucking all over your pussy. His idea was to get you as wet as possible and that's how it turned out. Your pussy moved and rubbed against the vibrator in your hand, causing you to get more and more wet and all your juices to slide right into Gyutaro's mouth, sucking you and eating you whole making his nose wet between your folds as well.

"F-fuck..a-aahh! Yeah, I like it when you fuck me like that Gyu...my pussy is all yours...keep it up."

You had gotten used to the new gift that your boyfriend gave you very quickly, but then Gyutaro took it out of your vagina and snatched it from your hands without saying anything to you, you looked at him confused and a little irritated, but then you saw that the part you were using and it had been soaked in your juices, he took it straight to his mouth to lick it in front of your eyes and then throw it on the bed. "Aren't you going to give it back to me?" He shook his head, mocking you with his eyes. "Then continue here, continue Gyutaro, lick my pussy!" You said, pouting.

Gyutaro obeyed you and while his tongue ran through your vagina, he inserted two of his fingers into your hole making it splash while you moaned and yelled his name, clinging to the sheets, spreading your legs for him to fuck you well. You turned face down and stretched out one leg while bending the other on the mattress after Gyutaro took off your shirt once and for all and then buried his face between your legs to lick  and suck every part of your vagina, playing with your sore and sensitive clitoris on his tongue.

A lot of time passed and you didn't change your position, your legs began to hurt as well as your bent knees but Gyutaro had no intention of stopping and you didn't want to get a cramp either.

"G-Gyutaro..."

"Hmm?" He groaned in response.

"My legs...they hurt, it hurts a lot to be in the same position, do you think we could change for a while?"

It took you a bit of time to find a really comfortable position for both of you as you unconsciously ended up bending your legs and that really hurt, until Gyutaro started to lose his patience.

"Just hold the fuck still! Let me finish fucking you!" He yelled, upset and desperate, you wouldn't let him cum in peace.

Gyutaro pulled your arm and stood you up until you were in front of the desk in his room, with one arm he got rid of everything that was on it and completely undressed himself.

He tossed you face-first onto the desk and pressed up behind you to rub his hard, bare member in between and under your ass to slide into your hole until he was slowly inside. Your legs no longer hurt when you stood up, so you let him fuck you and each time you both got closer to your orgasms. Gyutaro held you by the waist, then he pressed, massaged and played with your tits before leaving one of his hands on your nipples and lowering the other to slip his long fingers into the middle of your folds making you feel extra pleasure, accelerating your cum.

"Hhmm...ah-aahh!! M-my vagina, it's very sensitive Gyutaro...I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum already-aahh!" You whined.

You felt yourself tighten around Gyutaro and how his thrusts became firmer and faster hitting your clit and weak spot over and over again until you felt a warm, thick sensation explode inside of you from behind, which made you cum immediately stretching your toes on the cold ground.

You felt Gyutaro's semen fill you and spill out of you along with yours, dripping on the floor, sliding down your thighs and legs making a wet mess on the floor and on your sweaty bodies. Gyutaro came out of you making you gasp after overstimulating you, leaving your sensitive hole empty and your clit with an intense burning sensation after cumming. He took you by the waist in an unprepared way and sat you on the desk to kiss you passionately and slowly but also tired.

You vaguely felt your own taste in his mouth and took his face in your hands while he picked you up and laid you down on the cold sheets of the bed in this hectic night. You saw the clock and you mentally cursed knowing how hard it would be to get up to go to work early tomorrow, but nothing was worth more than a moment next to Gyutaro where he ripped off your clothes and he focused on making you his once again. Little by little you closed your eyes again until you fell asleep after feeling his arm around your waist, gathering your both naked bodies under the sheets.

[divine-misfortune]

I'm so sorry you're having A Day, but here are a few soft, romantic thoughts I have to spare. I hope they help <3

- Mountain and Rain laying side by side in the grass by the lake on a nice spring day. Chatting now and then, hands close enough for their pinkies to touch. Rain curls them together just because he can, relaxed and sun-warm and so, so at peace. Eventually they both doze off, and Rain wakes up first. Pushes himself up to sitting, stretches his arms, and when he looks over at Mountain he's still snoring - and surrounded by familiar little blue flowers that certainly weren't there when they laid down. Rain can't keep the smile from his face as he plucks a handful of the delicate little blooms. He weaves them into Mountain's mussed hair, a crown worn in Rain's honor, and curls up against his side when he's done. Rests his head on Mountain's chest so he can drift off to the sound of his heart - his favorite place to be.

- Aether, who misses Dew terribly when he leaves for tour. Didn't expect it to ache as much as it does, waking up in an empty bed - so he starts sleeping in Dew's room. Curls up in his blankets and his pillows and soaks in the lingering scent of his mate. It fades far too quickly, though, and Aether gets a touch despondent. Doesn't say anything to Dew, of course, and makes Sunshine promise she won't either when she walks in on Aether huffing Dew's linens one evening. Then, while he's scrambling his eggs one morning, Aether decides he's in the mood for tea. Opens up the rotating caddy Mountain always keeps stocked to grab a bag of his favorite flavor (rosehip and raspberry) and smells something very specific. Familiar. Something that makes him pause, tip his head and stick his face in the caddy. It's warm, spicy, a little woody - in a delayed sort of way, he realizes it smells like Dewdrop. Not exactly, but close enough for little butterflies to flutter to life in his belly and a crease to form between his brows. Aether picks up one of the baggies that smells like cinnamon and clove and cardamom and everything else he loves so much. He brews a cup while his eggs burn, and that first sup of chai feels like home. He turns off the stove and retreats once more to Dew's bed, inhaling heady steam that leaves him more relaxed with every breath. Curled up in soft sheets, scalding mug in his hands, it's almost like he has his Dewdrop back. He'll have to give Mountain a special sort of thank you when they all get home - the internal peace that spiced scent brings is worth damn near anything.

- Swiss, who latches on to Aeon immediately for several reasons and finds himself head over heels before he knows it. Looking at the new kid all moon-eyed across the practice room, squishing up next to him on the couch or in a pew during mass. Finding any excuse to touch him, to be near him, even just to talk to him - maybe he's a little obsessed, but hey, you can't blame a ghoul in love. He shows Aeon all the best, secret spots in the abbey. Sneaks him away with a sly grin and a firm grip on Aeon's hand, tugging him anywhere he pleases. Aeon, for what it's worth, never argues. He's as smitten as Swiss, truth be told, but this way they flirt and tease and play is too much fun for him to come right out and say it. Better to let Swiss drag him around with that one glint in his eye - like a teenage boy with a crush, eager to stick his hand up someone's shirt for the first time. When they finally fall into bed together, after so many stolen make-out sessions in the cemetery and shared joints in every dark corner, Aeon expects it to be frenzied. Playful, sure, but rough. Urgent. What he gets is a bedroom lit by dozens of candles, rose petals strewn all over and a bottle of wine far too nice for the pair of them. What he gets is Swiss at his gentlest, his most tender, and it absolutely bowls him over. He tells Swiss he loves him right as he's about to blow, and doesn't even think about taking it back in the afterglow. Swiss kisses the tip of his nose, winks, and tells Aeon not to be such a sap. (He blabbered a constant stream of "I love you's" into Aeon's throat the whole time, he just can't help himself.)

I really hope your day gets better. Do something nice for yourself - you deserve it :))))

OHHHH MIASMA :((((((((((((((((( /pos

Rain is the little lizard sunbathing on a nice warm rock (Mountain).

Those pale blue flowers in his lovely auburn hair, looks nearly red in the sunlight. Honestly rain probably lays back down and is going to pass back out but stops, finds his phone in thr grass, and takes a picture of both sleeping mountain and a picture of him curled up there in his side. One of which will be his new phone wallpaper.

Probably wakes up himself to mountain tucking one behind his ear, chuckling and apologizing for waking sleeping beauty but it's getting dark. Rain doesn't wanna move, too comfy.

Squeaks when Mountain gets up and scoops him in his arms, saying the ground is no resting place for his princess, and Rain wants to roll his eyes but he can't bring himself too. Not when Mountain’s grinning like that.

I imagine Dew had a similar experience on the road...maybe not with tea, but, wether it be a candle or a cologne he stops to sniff while wandering through some shop in a state he doesn't care to remember the name of. Just. Stops to sniff it cause the container looked neat and his eyes go big. Puts a hand over his mouth because he knew he missed aether but didn't realize just how much he did. He puts it down and excuses himself to go get some air. Phantom and Aurora saw his reaction, go over and also smell whatever it might have been and both realize why he'd reacted like that.

Sweet new summons use whatever money they had left of their allowance to buy it. Leave it sitting in dews bunk before he even gets back on the bus.

Dew calls Aether later and the two of them laugh at themselves for how gross and needy they've gotta be to take comfort in things like this...but both of them keep these little things close until they can keep each other close.

Pulling Swiss and bug card, going straight for my heart......they absolutely would they'd be so disgustingly in love about it......I really do think about their first times together a lot. Maybe I'll finish that first kiss fic in the wips because it was so cute.

Swiss just. Ugh. Ugh Ugh. Would want him on his back, laid out in all these pillows, maybe got a petal or two in his hair, that soft purple flush in his cheeks. He wants to stare at that beautiful face forever. Probably gets so distracted staring at him phantom asks "are you still with me there???" And ofc Swiss is. Of course he's still with him, wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

God hearing him say i love you nearly makes Swiss bust immediately and he will die of embarrassment about it later, even if Phantom thinks it's so adorable endearing - probably makes the stupidest joke abt Swiss' dick also loving him sooo much it just had to show him. Swiss is going to smother him with a pillow for personifying his dick while it's still inside him.

I will be thinking about this for the next 3-5 business days if anyone needs me

[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Hello yes am alive ♡. Givin' ya a smaller chapter today as a sort of warm-up but next one will be a lil' bigger. This one has more exposition tho so I hope you still enjoy ♡. This fic will either have about 25 chapters in total or maybe 30 if I can think of more to add. For now though, enjoy Chapter 11 ♡ Love ya-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic (MINORS DNI), Reader is implied to afab and under 5'5.

Chapter Warnings: Thoughts bout last night, Chuckle Sandwhich mention! Exposition lololol\\

Word Count: 2.7k (lil baby)

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Chapter 11: Two Weeks Remaining

I wake up to the sound of my own alarm going off this time, letting out a little groan as I smack my hand over to my phone to turn the alarm off. I turn onto my back and open my eyes, using my other hand to feel the other side of the bed. All I feel are my sheets. I turn to look, furrowing my brows a little. Ted isn't there. I take a deep breath, sit up more in the bed and attempt to stretch my legs out.

"Ooh--" I breath out when my legs start shaking like crazy, specifically when I bend my knees closer to my chest. I lay them flat on the bed, blushing to myself. Christ, that's worse than the first time. I know he pushed my limits a little last night, but I didn't think my legs would still be feeling like jello after a good night's rest. I hear the sound of my doorknob turning quietly and the door slowly opens. Ted is in a comfy but old looking white hoodie and some baggy slacks, holding a whole tray of food. He looked like he was really trying to be quiet. It was cute, but he noticed me as he was stepping in.

"Awe. Fuck. I didn't make it in time.." Ted frowns playfully, closing my bedroom door behind him. "I was gonna surprise you.."

It was a relief that he didn't just leave after last night. I didn't think he would, but waking up alone got me worried for a second.

"I'm very surprised.." I smile at him, angling my pillow up so I could comfortably lean back. "I only just woke up now, my alarm went off.."

"Yeah, I was trying to beat your alarm. I couldn't turn it off again." Ted admitted with a chuckle, moving to sit next to me with the tray. There were 2 plates on it with some eggs, toast and breakfast sausage, freshly cooked. It smelled delicious.

"Did...you make us this?..." I ask him, pointing down at the plates. I couldn't stop smiling, this was so sweet of him to do.

"Okay asshole, at least pretend you believed I was capable of cooking!" Ted laughs a little, nodding at me. "Yes, I made this!"

"No, it's not--" a grin spreads along my cheeks and I start laughing as well, shaking my head and waving my hands in front of me a little. "It's not that! I'm not ragging on you, I promise!"

"Y'know how expensive sausage is now adays?" Ted jokes, playfully nudging my shoulder. "You're being spoiled, princess. Don't mock me."

"I'm not! I'm not!.." I continue to shake my head, trying to calm myself down from my laughing fit. "I'm flattered! I'm not mocking you!.."

"You should be flattered! I burnt the first batch I made, this was my second attempt!" Ted chuckles with a big smile, using his fork to pick up a piece of breakfast sausage from his plate, taking a bite with a content hum. I smile warmly at him, taking my own cutlery into my hands to start working at the cooked eggs. So, Ted's an aftercare kind of guy. Good to know, I kinda needed it.

"When I woke up and you weren't here, I...kinda thought..." I pause to take another bite of my eggs, smiling more to myself. They tasted delicious. I could tell he had sprinkled in a bit of pepper before he cooked them. I do that too.

"Again? You still think I'm gonna fuck off after...fucking, I guess?" Ted raises a brow with a slight scoff, taking a bite of some of his toast. "I'm tellin' ya babe; I told you last night. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm stayin'."

"Babe?" I repeated with a cutsey smile, shrugging my shoulders in a bashful manner as I take a bite of my own toast. "Is that what I am now? Your babe?"

"Yeah. As long as the sex stays this good.." Ted jokes with a confident chuckle. He reaches over to my face, carefully wiping some crumbs off my cheek. "I mean, we already gave each other pet names. That's what people do when they're together, right?"

"Do they?" I tilt my head at him, letting him wipe my cheek. "Is that what we are?"

"Hm?"

"Together?"

"Yeah. Aren't we?"

"Are you making that decision now?"

"I'm not makin' a decision, I'm stating what I feel is out there."

"'What you feel is out there'." I repeated to Ted.

"Yeah." He nods simply. "It's been out there, right?"

"So you feel like...we're together."

"Yeah. Aren't we?"

"I mean, I'd...like to think we are. Do you want to be together?"

"Yeah. I figured we were."

"When did you 'figure we were' together?"

"I don't know, when I stuck my dick in you?? We didn't exactly--"

I completely cut Ted off by erupting into laughter, flinging my head back in shock and awe, having to put my cutlery down as I laugh out. My laughing causes Ted to start laughing, shaking his head and running his fingers through his tall hair. "We didn't exactly ask each other out! We-We got to business! Right? We got down and dirty! Am I wrong? I'm right! I know i'm right!" Ted chuckles out, holding his arms out with a slight shrug. I mean, he had a point. We've told people like Tanner and the others that we're a thing, but we haven't talked about it one on one. I assumed he didn't want to.

"Okay, yeah, well, I figured you wanted to, I don't know, be casual?.." I shrugged, picking at my eggs on my plate.

"With you? No, I want in. I don't do casual." Ted admitted nonchalantly, finishing up one of his pieces of toast. "You're mine for sure."

There was something very validating about hearing him say that. It feels like it's really out there now, we're together. A relationship, I suppose. About damn time.

"Oh, this is perfect, actually." Ted spoke up again with a more upbeat tone, setting his food down for a moment so he could give me his full attention. "After work tonight I'm recording an episode of the podcast I was tellin' you about. You wanna be in it? Meet the boys?"

"Chuckle Sandwhich, right?..." I repeat with a warm smile, shifting my hands into my lap a little. "You want me in an episode?.."

"Sure. You already know most of my other friends. You should meet Schlatt and Tucker." Ted nodded a little at me, his smile turning into a smirk. "Okay, I should clarify though, I'll let them know we're together, but I'm not sure I wanna announce anything about us just yet, is that ok?"

Honestly, I thought I'd be more disappointed to hear that, but I was relatively okay with it. My fandom knew about this project, but they didn't know Ted was going to be involved in it at all, much less be my love interest. Dropping all of this now, especially on a podcast, would be...an odd way to do it. I should probably start taking videos on set to kind of...slow start this. At least for now, his closest friends will know, just like mine.

"Yeah, that's fine." I give Ted a reassuring smile. "Honestly, I feel like they'd find a way to ruin the reveal.."

"Oh I'm already expecting Schlatt to make comments during the episode itself, don't you worry. It's gonna spark rumors no matter what we do." Ted admitted with a shrug. "I just...wanna put a bit more time between this before I make anything public. It'd be weird if I just went 'yeah I met her a week ago, get the fancams ready'."

"I understand. I like the idea, actually.." I giggle a little, playfully shaking my head at him. "They'll make fancams anyways, It can be, like...a little mystery."

"Wow, already thinking about how we can turn this into content, eh?" Ted grins at me with a raised brow, leaning a little closer to me. "Ooh, you're so fucking annoying, it's gonna be hard not to flirt with you.."

"Mmm.." I let out a pleased hum and lean forward to kiss Ted intimately, a little sigh leaving him in the kiss. I was actually looking forward to seeing if any of our fans would say anything. Usually shipping rumors can be annoying, but it's fun when they're right and you're trying to keep it a secret, at least to me. I'll be keeping an eye on who starts guessing if anything's going on. I don't think I'll leave any specific hints or anything, I'll treat Ted as I usually do in front of my own friends.

Ted and I eventually finished our breakfast in bed, talking more about his friends on his podcast and what to expect. I finished my plate first, so I got up to get dress as Ted explained how everything worked. I had the closet door held out so he didn't necessarily watch me change, as much as he wanted to, but I had no issues changing in the same room as him. He's seen me naked twice now. It's whatever.

"You think anyone's gonna ship us right off the bat?" Ted asks as he sets our empty plates on my dresser.

"Honestly, I was thinking about that earlier." I admit with a bashful smile. "I mean, I don't intend to flirt with you or anything, but even Joe saw we had chemistry after one trip to Dunkin'. One trip."

"Yeah, I guess it's bound to happen.." Ted shrugged a little with a smirk. "Schlatt's gonna--ugh, man, he's gonna be the fuckin' worst for it.."

"Why're you so worried about him specifically?" I ask, peeking my head out from behind the closet door with a chuckle.

"Because he's an asshole." Ted joked with a little laugh. "He's gonna make comments either at you or with you."

"With me?"

"Yeah, they've been pickin' on me these last few weeks. If you fuckin' join in, I'll have all 3 of yeah's on my ass. Fuck, if they ship you with Schlatt instead? I'll lose it."

"They're NOT gonna ship me with Schlatt! They ship you two too much!" I laugh out, shaking my head. "But y'know what? Bullying you for an entire hour does sound pretty appealing."

"Maybe, if you're in a hurry to have a repeat of last night."

I smile to myself at his comment, briefly recalling how rough he was. My legs were literally quaking because of him, both last night and this morning. No man has ever made them do that, I didn't even know it could happen. I thought that was a porn thing. "Maybe I am.." I admit after a long pause, stepping away from the closet door now that I was fully clothed. Ted chuckles lowly at me, crossing his arms.

"I'll keep that in mind.."

Ted and I leave my room together, carrying our empty plates as we head downstairs to clock in for the day. Some members of the film crew notice that we came downstairs together, but at this point I couldn't care less what they're thinking. It's not like they'll leak anything, I don't even think any of them know we're YouTubers. We met up with Joe, Tanner and Dan at the kitchen table once more, both of us pulling up a chair, side by side of course. Tanner is fiddling with an old looking Canon model camera. On the table, there were 2 different sized lens that could fit the camera. Tanner looked extremely focused on it, furrowing his brows a little.

"What's he doing?" I ask Joe, leaning back a bit against my seat.

"Fiddling with the camera, I don't know. I know art, not cameras." Joe shrugged a little, looking at Tanner as he messed with the buttons on his camera.

"He's fixing the settings. Today's photoshoot day." Dan answered, picking up one of the long lens'. "It's an EOS R100."

"...what?" I raise a brow, visibly confused.

"It's the type of camera." Ted clarified for me, looking at me with a smirk before turning to Tanner. "Why you messin' with that one, bud?"

"Photoshoot day." Tanner answered simply, glancing up from the camera briefly.

"Oh. I-I thought that was a joke.." Ted held back a chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him. "Why are we having a photoshoot?"

"For the film. Opening night." Tanner answered, setting the camera down after a pause so he could give us a clearer explanation on what we'd be doing today. "Every short film is getting, like, a made up opening night. I have to make posters, teaser images, DVD covers, all that. Joe's helping me with the fonts and CD designs. I thought it'd be cool to use the camera I started the program with for some of the first shoots."

"Oh shit! That's awesome, dude!" I smile brightly at Tanner, sitting forward a bit more in my chair. "So we're gonna have a premiere night? Will there be a red carpet? Should I buy a new dress? Ooh, or maybe I'll wear a suit this time..."

"I'm gonna wear the red suit that didn't fit him.." Joe spoke as well, pointing at Ted. "I'm claiming that."

"I still have no idea how you ordered a suit that's an entirely different size.." Ted pointed back at Joe, shaking his head. "I think you did that on fucking purpose."

"I didn't do it on purpose! I was--it--ok." Joe struggled to get his point out, laughing a little. "I-I was high, I'll give you that."

"You were high ordering the suits?" Dan asked, raising his brows up with a surprised smile.

"I can do math faster when I'm high. I had to add all the prices up for him." Joe chuckles with a little half smile, shrugging his shoulders. All of this was pretty exciting to think about. It was nice to know we'd all get to see the film together at the end of it all, I certainly hope Tanner gets a good final grade for this. We've all put so much into it for him, especially Ted and I, I'd like to think.

"Are you, like, renting out a theater or something?" Ted asked, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on his lap. "Can you afford that?"

"Ok, well, it's all going through the college, so it's not gonna be a big thing.." Tanner admitted with a little chuckle, holding his hands out somewhat. "I think the only thing we'll have to personally pay for is your tickets."

"Okay, but will there be a red carpet?" I ask again, resting both of my hands on the table.

"I will--" Tanner pauses to laugh a little. "I will make sure there is a red carpet."

"YES!" I raise my arms up with an excited laugh, hearing everyone begin to laugh and talk over each other about the premiere. I've never walked a red carpet before, I'm not really that famous just yet. Even with this being a small college thing, the more we talked about it, the more excited I became. As we all got up to get to work, we discussed more about the premiere. It'd be taking place In Sacramento, where Tanner lived. I'd probably be sticking around with him for the premiere before I'd be going home to Washington. It'll be bittersweet to have to split up, but we're not all super far from each other. Ted lives right here in L.A., I'm in Washington, Tanner's in Sacremento until he's done school, then he's moving back up to Vancouver where Joe and Dan actually live.

Now that I think about it, after this is all over, Ted will be the furthest away...

No, I don't want to think about that now. The premiere won't be happening for another month. I'll have plenty of time with Ted until then. I don't want to think too far ahead, I'll just make myself upset. I have another 2 weeks with him, then we'll have a whole premiere to goto together. We can figure it out from there.

I want these next few weeks to be stress free. I want to enjoy this time with some of my best friends, especially with Ted.

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 12 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 ||

[soulofapatrick]

The Morning After - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Part Two of Friends to Lovers Series 

Summary: The morning after the red carpet and events of Solace  

Words: 1.7k 

Warnings: nothing, this is just fluff

Notes: Your last name is Thornberry in this series (I needed to add a last name to get a ship name)

Y/N’s POV

Pedro is an absolute legend and I love him with all my heart. He took me up to his hotel room and found me some of his clothes I could change into to get out of the suffocating corset, never looking anywhere immodest when he had to help unzip it and get me out of it. I quickly pulled on the baggy sweater he had given me and Pedro set the damn thing aside before he left me to change into the sweats so he could also get changed out of the premier outfit. 

Nothing was said about what happened in the car but there was definitely a change in the atmosphere around us. We’re usually orbiting together but it feels like we’re now slowly set on a collision course in all the right ways. I didn’t believe people slipping from friends into partners like nothing has changed but when he climbs into the double bed with me and pulls my into his arms. I shift until my head is on his chest and my leg is tangled between his, our hands intertwined and he hums lightly as we decide what to watch. 

“This is so much better than an after party,” I mumble, pressing my face into his chest as I feel my cheeks heat up at the admittance, still confused as to what happened earlier. I saw the hickeys in the mirror, Pedro watched my fingers ghost over them with a proud smirk on his lips but nothing more has been done or said, “You’re the best.” 

His fingers grip my chin, forcing me to meet those charming cognac eyes, “I’m the best, am I?” He’s so close I can smell the mint on his breath from brushing his teeth and I find myself reaching up, hand messing with the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling ever so gently. You wouldn’t have noticed I was doing it but the look in Pedro’s eyes tells me he knows and suddenly soft lips are on mine and my eyes are fluttering closed. The kiss is quick and innocent, both of us taking the time to get to know the others lips but nothing more, nothing less. 

We go back to the movie Pedro put on after, cuddling like this is the most natural thing in the world. It definitely feels it as he begins talking, “How does breakfast sound in the morning? There’s a Starbucks down the road where they have your favourite four cheese toasties and we can have coffee and just relax.” 

“Sound perfect.” 

“You’re perfect, baby girl.” 

“Oh shush!” I bat his chest lightly, fighting a yawn and failing. The sound of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep and the familiar rumble in his chest at every funny moment letting me know it’s him have me cocooned in a safety net of Pedro. I grip his hand tightly as my eyes begin fighting and before I know it a hand is carding through my hair and he’s whispering to me. 

——————

Waking with Pedro curled up around my back is the best thing I could think of. We’ve slept in the same bed before but again, there’s something different about this. Our body having gravitated towards each other and fit as if made for each other. His large hand is splayed across my stomach under the shirt, his face pressed against the back of my neck, soft snores letting me know he’s still asleep. 

I just revel in the peace, the comfort of him being here and the fact that my feelings weren’t one sided after all. I have to thank Oscar when I next see him as he was the one who introduced us at one of his get togethers and we hit it off immediately. Pedro was charming and very down to earth for someone starring in such big hits and honestly I couldn’t stop the flush that had spread over me when I realise he was Javier Peña from Narcos. I had always had a crush on the character and those steamy scenes? Well fuck me. 

“Morning baby girl.” A sleep filled voice murmurs, breath ghosting over my neck and arms tightening around me as he stretches. I hum in response, reaching my arm back to scratch at his beard gently and he presses a kiss to my palm before turning me around in his arms. His lips are plump and pillowy, his beard scratching my chin lightly but the beard burn is so worth it and I never want to stop kissing him but humans need oxygen. Stupid evolution, “Hmmmm we never had the pizza.” 

“No, but we’re getting coffee. I have been promised coffee.” I reply, brushing my lips along his neck and relishing in the shiver it gets. He moves his head back a little to expose more skin and well it is only fair that if I have to go out with hickeys so does hi so I nip at the skin, sucking those dark marks into the lightly tanned skin for the whole world to see. 

The whole world to see… 

“Pedro.” I quickly sit up, the meaning of all that’s happened suddenly hitting me and he knows it, the way his eyes soften when he sits up with me. He doesn’t speak, taking my hands in his and kissing my knuckles, then leaning forwards to kiss my cheeks then my forehead, my chin and finally my lips. It’s as if he’s promising me the world without saying a word and I don’t care what anyone has to say or think about us because I’m his and he’s mine, “Yes Pedro.” 

He’s beaming, both of us knowing what I’m saying yes to. To him, to us, to the world. Yes.

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” He murmurs, stealing another kiss from me before he’s whispering against my lips, “You. My girlfriend.” 

I hum again, kissing him once more before slipping out of bed, “I was promised coffee.” 

“That you were Princesa.” He chuckles, following suit, going to his bag to rummage around for clothes. We don’t have to dress up today as it’s a day off after last night and I’m just so glad as I’m not dealing with my replacement stylist again. I’m going to call Emma later and get her back, hoping she’ll come back soon or find me another stylist while she’s gone that isn’t James. 

“Ah,” I glance at last nights outfit, “We’re gonna have to stop off at my room... I need a bra.” 

He rakes his eyes down my body then back up with no shame and it has me blushing, turning my head away and arms instinctively covering my stomach as I wait for the older man to grab his jacket now that he’s dressed. He’s uncurling my arms from my waist, whispering about how beautiful I am to him before drawing me up into a meaningful kiss that has me weak at the knees, “Come on baby girl let’s get you ready for our coffee date.” 

Pedro stuffs his wallet into his jeans pocket, pulling his jacket over the simple tee shirt he’s got on and he slips his worn out trainers. He’s grabbing the room key, my outfit from the premier and my boots in one hand, holding the other out for me to take which I of course do. We’re on the same floor just I’m right down the other end of the hallway and I know we’re going to get spotted by a fan or two as some have booked rooms on this floor for the specific reason to see us and other celebs. 

I let us into my room, feeling the flash of a camera behind us before Pedro shuts the door. He settles on my bed, putting my clothes and shoes down and let’s me grab whatever I need. He pulls out his phone and begins scrolling through social media as I grab a pair of jeans, a bra and some clean underwear and socks before slipping I got he bathroom to change. I should check social media too after last night knowing my phone is probably blowing up on the bed right now, Pedro having brought it with us seeing as I seemed to forget everything I needed. I’m still a little dazed at the fact I’m dating my best friend who is Pedro Pascal. 

Leaving the bathroom Pedro’s deep cognac eyes roam my body with no shame, settling on the pink sweater he leant me last night. I decided to keep on because it smells like him and well maybe I like the way he’s looking at me currently, his voice cracking when he tries to speak before he has to clear his throat and try again, “We’re trending. They’ve given us a ship name as well. Meet Pascaberry.” He shows me his phone where someone has posted a video of us from last night. It’s from when he rested his forehead against mine and I turned and hugged him and yeah there’s nothing very platonic looking about the hug or the way our noses bump. 

“Pascaberry? Hmmm, kinda has a nice ring to it.” I sit next to him grabbing my own phone from where Pedro had put it on charge to see hundreds upon hundreds of notifications from all types of social media, “Oh wow, they really love us together. I thought they’d find the age gap weird.” 

“We’ll, there’s going to be some who won’t like our age gap but,” He grips my chin and makes me look at him, “I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuates every word with a kiss, before letting me go to put my shoes on. I go for the same Doc Martens as yesterday and then grab my jacket, shoving my phone and wallet into my pockets and stretching the last remains of sleep from my body. His arms wrap around me and he’s leaning his head on my shoulder, pressing an innocent kiss to my neck before asking, “Shall we?” 

“The world awaits.”

 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You broke me first

part 27

cill: bad news.

zoe: uhoh. what?

Zoe hated text messages like this. It’s bad enough he was leaving soon, how much worse can it get?

cill: it was more than just a wardrobe fitting.

Zoe: ???

cill:

Zoe laughed at the picture, staring at the signature pesky haircut he’s been subjected to all this time during this series. He hated it, he hated the upkeep, and he hated growing it out. Zoe knew he was relishing in the last couple of days of his normal hair before the inevitable happened.

Zoe: wow they really went short on the sides! Better wear a hat you’re gonna catch cold over there.

Cill: i’ll be living in hoodies with the hood up for the foreseeable future.

cill: how you feeling, bunny?

Zoe had taken a sick day from work today. She didn’t feel good, had the chills, and had zero appetite. She was camped out on the couch with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea and the remote while being under the care of her trusty live-in nurse - Scout, of course.

Zoe: a bit better. definitely a lot better than this morning. Scout has been taking care of me. Might actually take him out in a bit and get fresh air.

cill: don’t go outside if you’re sick. i’ll do it when i get home. did you eat anything?

Zoe’s heart still fluttered when he said home. THEIR home, where they live together, even if it’s just the time being.

zoe: i had some ramen noodles for lunch. maybe ill take a bath. i want to change the sheets too just in case whatever i have is contagious, dont need you getting sick.

cill: i’ll take care of the sheets and Scout. you just rest and take a bath. when i get home we’ll talk about dinner.

Zoe: can i suggest a pizza?

cill: not a chance.

zoe: worth a shot.

Zoe smiled and put her phone down on the couch. She looked at scout who was laying the couch by her feet sound asleep. She sighed and was hoping he’d want to go out.

“Scout… hey, wanna go out, boy?” Zoe whispered, nudging the sleeping dog with her foot.

Scout yawned, looked at her, and rolled over and went back to sleep, facing away from her.

“sheesh, okay then,” Zoe mumbled. she peeled back the blanket she was under and stood up to stretch. She was still in her pajamas, which was a baggy band t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. She hadn’t showered yet, was sure she smelled gross and she definitely felt gross. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel and made her way to the bathroom.

She hasn’t been able to take a bath since she took a bath at Cillian’s in his ginormous, pristine, white bathtub. Her bathroom seemed small and dirty, and didn’t seem as relaxing as Cillian’s bathroom felt. But, she knew the warm water would make her feel better, so she decided to make the best of it, as she turned on the hot water faucet. She decided to grab a bath bomb and a lavender candle to make it more cozier.

She stripped off her T-shirt and panties and lowered herself into the warm water after dropping the bath bomb in. She had the candle lit on the corner of the edge of the tub and she was already starting to smell the lavender fill the room. She cursed herself for forgetting a second towel to fold and use as a pillow for her head, so her dirty T-shirt would have to suffice.

She relaxed and lowered herself even lower into the water, exhaling and closing her eyes. Her tub made Cillian’s look like an olympic sized swimming pool, and she had to bend her knees out of the water.

“If i close my eyes and pretend im anywhere else, its not so bad,” Zoe thought, feeling the water gently slosh around her legs. She heard the jingle of metal on metal, and she opened one eye to see where it was coming from. She was greeted by two big brown eyes staring back at her from the bathroom door.

“don’t tell me NOW you wanna go out,” Zoe said to Scout. Instead, he nudged the door open farther and made his way into the bathroom, peeking into the tub. Zoe pat his head, thinking he wanted some attention. Once he realized she was wet, he cowered away from her hand. He instead circled on the rug outside the tub and lay down, seemingly wanting to nap close to her.

“awww,” Zoe said softly, closing her eyes again. “good boy.”

-

“hey.. baby.. hey.. HEY,”

Zoe jolted awake, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes to Cillian kneeling next to her on the outside of the tub, hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“I forget you sleep like a rock. I was calling your name when i came home, and i found you in the bathtub like this,” Cillian laughed.

Zoe sat up and awkwardly stretched, her neck now in pain from the awkward angle.

“I didn’t think i’d doze off, I just wanted a quick dip to warm me up”

Cillian looked at his watch. “well, you texted me saying you were taking a bath 2 hours ago, and that water is barely warm anymore,” he said, standing up and grabbing the towel she had placed on the vanity earlier. he opened it in his hands and walked towards the tub. “come on, up.”

Zoe stood up and started shivering almost immediately. Cillian was quick to wrap the towel over her, rubbing her arms to warm her up. He then opened his arms and took her into them, holding her against his body.

“Can’t have you drowning on me, I’d miss you too much,” he said into her hair, giving her a kiss to her temple.

“I miss your bathtub in your old house,” Zoe mumbled. “That was heaven.”

“I’ll build you a bigger bathtub in the new house,” Cillian mumbled back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just hard to come back to what you’ve always known once you had a taste of luxury, that’s all i’m saying” Zoe replied.

“well when we’re in the new house you won’t have to worry about taking baths in small bathtubs again,” Cillian said giving her a quick kiss. “I stopped at that restaurant you like in the next town over and brought home some soup for you, and something for myself. I’m gonna walk Scout to the corner quick so he can pee, you get changed and meet in the living room, yeah?”

Zoe smiled. “thank you. that sounds good.”

Cillian walked out of the bathroom towards where Scout was and grabbed his leash while Zoe made her way to her bedroom. She grabbed some new underwear, some sweatpants and one of Cillian’s old T-shirts that would be extra baggy and extra comfortable. She put on some socks and made her way to the living room where she saw the takeout containers on the coffee table.

Zoe went to grab some bowls, plates and utensils and placed them on the coffee table. She grabbed bottle of water for herself and Cillian and made herself cozy on the couch.

While she was trying to find something to watch, Cillian came home with Scout. Scout ran to his basket of toys and pulled out a plush giraffe and began shaking it.

“Dog has so much energy, i swear we RAN home,” Cillian said, kicking off his shoes. He made himself comfortable next to Zoe and started unwrapping the containers.

“How did everything else go today?” Zoe asked, ignoring his shaved head. She already knew how that went.

“ummm…” Cillian started, hesitant to continue. If he was trying to hide something from Zoe, she picked up on it immediately. Something was up.

“what?”

“Well, for one, your magazine called. They said I have to do the interview all over again, with someone else,” Cillian said.

“that sucks, did they tell you who?”

“Some girl named Cindy? Cynthia?”

Zoe groaned. “great. good luck with that one. Where i ended up in bed with you by accident, she’ll try and sleep with you for real,” Zoe said.

“I think it’s over Zoom so you have nothing to worry about,” Cillian laughed.

Cillian cut up some chicken and took a bite. After swallowing, he continued.

“there’s uh… there’s more”

Zoe sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“My manager, Mary, is going out on maternity leave, and we’ve been having a hard time trying to find someone in the interim, but her and Hannah went to the same college or sorority or whatever, and she volunteered to do it while Mary is out. So Hannah is gonna be glued to my hip for the next couple of months. And apparently … I’m leaving for London on Monday.” Cillian said the last part very fast and very softly.

Zoe could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

be cool, be cool, be cool.

“oh wow… monday? that’s … in 3 days.” Zoe said.

Cillian put his fork down and grabbed her hand.

“I know, love, but it’s not permanent you know that. and we’ll talk every day. multiple times a day. I’m coming back.”

“i know.” Zoe said, forcing a smile. “I’ll coordinate stuff for the house for you while you’re gone, with all the furniture deliveries and stuff.”

“I appreciate it. thanks love. I already made you a key” he said, digging into his pocket.

“Assumed i’d help you move while you’re off being Tommy Shelby?? how’d you know i’d say yes to helping?!” Zoe joked.

Cillian smiled. “I was making you a key, regardless.” he leaned in and gave her a kiss, placing the key in her hand.

“So you and Hannah are gonna be quite the team…” Zoe continued.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, “I had no idea she had managerial experience. But she started in the industry as a manager and pivoted into PR, so..” he continued, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cillian and Hannah, the dynamic duo,” Zoe said, taking a spoonful of soup.

“Yea,” Cillian chuckled, grabbing another mouthful of food.

“I mean, hey, what could go wrong?”

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo @borntodiemp3

[miasmaghoul]

what about

nsfw

rain

all by himself

huh

jusy saying

Did someone say transmasc Rain with a breeding kink?

(It was me, I said transmasc Rain with a breeding kink.)

Rain sighs as he shuts the hotel room door, tossing his suitcase on the bed and flopping down next to it. He scrubs at his face with both hands.

It's been a long day, but not an eventful one. Copia had chosen himself and Cirrus to accompany him on this trip, a week long excursion to attend a series of press conferences. To expand the church's reach, Sister Imperator had said. The ghouls were really only needed for the sake of appearances. Not that he minded; it was nice to get away from the abbey for a bit, to have a change of scenery.

But the nine hour drive to...wherever it is they are now was tiring. Rain had tried to sleep, Cirrus had tried to read, but Copia had insisted on talking for nearly their entire trip. As much as he loves the Cardinal, Rain thinks if he never has to hear the man's voice again it'll be too soon. He's impossibly grateful that they all have their own rooms - the silence is golden.

Rain lets himself enjoy it for a long while, basking in nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and the distant drone of traffic. It's soothing, simple white noise that helps to relieve the pressure between his eyes. It's late in the evening and Rain is tempted to simply crash in his clothes, but he knows he'll regret it. He's stiff and sore and the bathtub is calling his name.

He forces himself up after a short while, stretching long arms over his head and letting out a pleased trill when his spine gives a series of pops. Rain clicks on the bedside lamp, taking in the room as he toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his t-shirt. It's nothing fancy; a king size bed with all white linens and too many pillows. Pale blue walls and gray carpet. A low chair with a chest of drawers beside it, a flat screen tv perched on top of them. Standard, but comfortable.

Rain grabs his suitcase, on the hunt for his pajama pants and baggie of toiletries. Hotel shampoo always dries out his hair in a way he can't stand - Dewdrop calls him a princess for it, as though the fire ghoul doesn't have a twelve step haircare routine himself. Rain unzips the case and flips the lid.

On top of his clothes sits a small drawstring bag he doesn't recognize, beige canvas. Rain raises an eyebrow as he picks it up, weighing the bag in his hands - not too heavy, whatever it is. Beneath it is a piece of paper, and Rain sets the bag aside. He unfolds the paper and smirks.

In case you miss me.

He'd recognize Swiss' scratchy lettering anywhere, even if the note wasn't decorated with little drawings of hearts and dicks. Rain tosses it on the nightstand and retrieves the bag, pulling it open and dumping the contents on the bed. He snorts.

It's a dildo. Of course it's a dildo. But it's different than the ones he has in his nightstand back at the abbey. Aside from the coloring - sapphire marbled with metallic gold, a rather striking combination - it looks, somehow, just like Swiss. Not too long but nice and thick, complete with a fat knot that has Rain's mouth watering.

Suddenly, he isn't quite so tired.

He shoves his jeans and boxers off while he stares at the toy, tilting his head. He thinks about texting Swiss, about asking how he managed to find a piece of silicone that looks exactly like his ridiculously perfect cock. It's a question worth asking, certainly, but the tingling between his legs tells him it can wait.

Rain picks it up as he slides onto the bed, settling against cool covers and the wall of pillows. It even feels like Swiss, somehow. He squeezes the knot and imagines the sound Swiss would make - a tight groan, one that is permanently etched into Rain's mind. He's heard it so many times, how could it not be? That tingle graduates to a dull ache when Rain brings the toy to his mouth, licking up the length of it. He slides it between his lips and the familiar weight of it on his tongue has him groaning.

His free hand skates across his chest, callused fingers catching on soft skin. Rain pinches a nipple as he starts to lazily suck, swirling his tongue over the slightly pointed tip. Just like Swiss'. He's fucking his own mouth in no time, a slow in-an-out that he's intimately familiar with. His other hand travels south while he does, tracing lean muscle and slipping through soft curls. Rain groans around the dildo when he grazes his clit, already stiff and throbbing.

"Fuck, Swiss," he sighs, rubbing slow circles and giving the toy another long lick, "love your cock so much."

It's something he'd never say to the other ghoul, lest his already massive ego inflate even further, but here?

"Feels so good in my mouth," he breathes, mouthing at the knot and playing those wonderful sounds back in his head, "gets me so fucking wet, every time."

Rain's fingers slides from him clit, down through his already slick folds. So much wetter than he should be after so little time, but that's always how it goes with Swiss. Rain gasps as he traces silky lips, teasing his entrance. He can't stop running his tongue over the toy's knot, laving at it as he slips a finger inside with a soft moan.

"Gonna knot me tonight?" He's panting already. "Yeah, I think you are. Think you're gonna get me all stretched out." Rain adds a second finger - he's already soaked, and the direction his thoughts are going only make it worse. "Get me stuck on it and fill me up, fuck."

Rain moans low in his throat as he crooks his fingers just so, hips rolling when he hits that one perfect spot. The heel of his hand works his clit as he stretches himself, quick and sloppy. Impatient. He's wet to his thighs now, probably dripping onto the bedding. He imagines Swiss's face buried between his legs, lapping at him with that impossibly skilled tongue.

"Shit, fuck," Rain moves his slick fingers back to stroke his clit, "inside, inside, need it."

He should probably feel a little silly begging into an empty room, but when he glides the toy through his folds to get it all wet, when he pushes the head into his hungry cunt - all he can do is feel.

"Swiss, fuck, oh Lucifer." Rain's fingers fly over his swollen clit as he fucks himself hard and fast. Every bump of the knot has him yipping, rocking his hips to meet his own movements. The tangle of arousal in his gut is volcano hot and unfurling fast; all he can see and feel is Swiss, and the cresting wave of pleasure inside him has Rain crying out. "Right there, right there, fuck yes!"

Rain isn't slow about it. He can't be, because Swiss wouldn't be. Not in the scenario he's imagining. No, this requires a desperate, frantic pace and deep, rough thrusts that hit all the best spots inside him.

Rain closes his eyes and pictures Swiss over him - one hand on Rain's lower back, the other gripping the back of his neck, foreheads pressed together with Rain's legs around his waist. No words spoken, just harsh breathing, the sound of skin on skin and Rain's needy whines at each thrust.

He's so close he could cry, shaking head to toe as he grits his teeth. But he can't cum like this - not tonight. No, tonight he needs...

"Give it to me, Swiss," he pants, thighs trembling, "give me your fucking knot, I need it, I -" Rain moans, high and feminine and unashamed, arching off the mattress. "Fuck, fill me up, do it!"

He's right there, he's right fucking there and his mind and body are filled with nothing but Swiss.

"Knock me up!"

Rain cums hard, colors blooming behind his eyelids as he shoves the knot inside with a strangled sob. It's so close to the real thing he can't wrap his mind around it - can't believe that the image of Swiss' pained face and those choked cries are only in his head. The knot stretches him so wonderfully, the rhythmic clench of his cunt sending wracking shivers through every inch of his quivering body.

It takes ages for Rain to come down, twitching from head to toe as he tries to remember how to breathe. He's sweaty and boneless, his nerves buzzing and his head filled with static. The only thing missing is the heavy press of Swiss's body over his own, and the scratch of stubble against his throat. Rain drags shaking fingers through his hair and imagines that's Swiss too.

Eventually he falls back into his own body, so loose and sated that he can barely make himself move. Rain manages to grab his phone off the nightstand, blinking blearily at the screen. His head is still delightfully fuzzy, a cum-drunk grin plastered on his face as he pulls up his texts.

R: hey

S: Hey Rainbow. You make it to the hotel?

R: mmhmm

R: found my present too

S: Ha, surprise! You like it?

Rain considers his options. He could tease, say it's better than the real thing. Or he could say it was ridiculous, that it's almost funny how Swiss is so impossibly full of himself. Or...

Rain cants his hips, spreads himself open and snaps a picture of where he's still stretched around that fat silicone knot.

R: what do you think?

The phone rings almost immediately, and Rain laughs.

[gabessquishytum]

So 🐺’s monster under the bed au gave me some ideas. This one got long and has a bit of body horror in it.

Hob doesn’t immediately try and figure out how to take his Nightmare with him to university. He is sharing a dorm room and while he and his roommate have both previously availed themselves of the sock on the doorknob for random hookups, inviting another sentient entity into the room on a permanent basis seems a stretch too far. Hob wouldn’t even know how to start explaining to his roommate if he got caught cuddling with an eldrich horror.

It does mean Hob heads home for almost every holiday and break, much to the delight of his parents, and the grudging acceptance of his Nightmare who really would prefer to see him more often. Hob is very glad his Nightmare is so good at muffling and gaging him since they are very active at night trying to make up for lost time.

When Hob is finally able to rent a flat with his friends that gives him his own private bedroom it is time for both he and his nightmare to move out of his childhood home on a more permanent basis. Nightmare has been figuring out how to make the move for ages and is very eager to get more time alone with Hob. When Nightmare presents his solution, Hob carrying enough of Nightmare’s essence into the new bedroom to act as a strong anchor to summon Nightmare himself to the space, Hob is completely on board. They get lucky with their timing, finding a few days when both Hob’s parents and his new roommates will be away from town, leaving Hob some privacy to focus on completing the ritual successfully.

The privacy doesn’t matter too much from the start because Nightmare has Hob stuffed so full from both ends that he couldn’t move or make a noise even if he wanted to. There are things that began as fingers that are now too flexible and smooth making their way down his throat and further inside. Something is dripping off them and Hob only gets a taste when he tries to breathe and his writhing pushes the substance back up into his mouth. Thick as molasses, it burns like spearmint and gasoline and tingles like static but Hob does his best to swallow it all back down, he wants everything from his Nightmare. All his other holes are equally occupied and Hob swears that the tentacles are all trying to meet in the middle. He can feel them in places where he didn’t think he had those kinds of nerves, the substance Nightmare is pumping into him sets everything alight.

There are too many hands pressed against him everywhere, holding him rigid and straight from head to hip. Hob couldn’t move if he wanted to, but he very much does not want to be anywhere but here. There are tears streaming down his face that Nightmare cleans with a too-long tongue and Hob can catch his breath only when Nightmare lets him and it is ecstasy. Hob is sure that he would have already come enough times to pass out if he had any control, and is glad he doesn’t have the option.

Hob is not sure when everything ended, his brain was too full of pain and pleasure at the end to bother creating any kind of memory, but he wakes up in the morning draped in only sunlight and alone in the bed. He looks down at his body and is suddenly glad he will be able to avoid seeing anyone he knows before he finishes the second half of the ritual. His everything feels bloated and his stomach is distended worse even than when he had tried to get his money’s worth out of an all-you-can-eat buffet. There are purple-black scratch marks crisscrossing all over his skin that look nothing like the red parallel lines claws or nails would leave behind, and Hob wonders if they are some kind of writing.

Eventually, Hob leavers himself out of bed, he may not have been able to move much last night but he is pretty sure he still managed to strain every muscle he had. He pulls on some baggy clothes and can’t help stopping in front of his mirror. He turns to his side and pulls his shirt tight against his skin and he really does look pregnant. He can’t help the blush at the thought and something flutters and squirms in his insides, he is pretty sure it is whatever Nightmare left behind. He really does want to at least finish up with his degree before seeing if Nightmare can deliver on his dirty talk, but at least now he knows a bit better that he really will enjoy the whole process and not just the thought of it.

It is extremely uncomfortable and awkward to get back to his new flat. Ever bump and jolt sends sparks skittering through his nerves more painful than pleasurable. Hob collapses on his bed gratefully and enjoys a few moments of nothing sloshing around on his insides. The whole process was exhausting enough that Hob just managed to shed all his clothing before passing out for a nap.

When he wakes up the sun is setting and it is near enough to night that Hob feels safe starting on the second part of the ritual. Nightmare had been a bit vague on how the whole thing should go, so Hob goes with what feels right. He pries out the plug that had made riding the bus and then the underground all kinds of interesting and lets the essence that it had been stoppering up ooze down his leg and onto his sheets. Hob isn’t surprised to see that it is black as pitch, but is surprised that It is cold despite being kept inside his body all day and seems even thicker than he remembers for the lack of warmth.

Hob gently runs his hands over his skin, tracing all of the purple-black marks that he can see before getting a hand on his cock. Nightmare said Hob would need to summon him, and their whole relationship started over a bit of monsterfucking porn, so Hob thinks calling out for Nightmare while getting himself off is only fitting.

Hob’s insides seem to move in counterpoint with him as he falls into a rhythm, muscles twinging at every motion. Whatever is leaking out of him is too thick to provide any kind of slip when he scoops some up and tries to use it to bring himself off, so he resorts to the lube that lives in his bedside table. Hob’s throat is raw from last night but he still makes every effort to call for his beloved Nightmare. Hob is quick to bring himself off with just the thought of any part of Nightmare being in him. Hob's own pearly spend mixes with the midnight black of Nightmares, soaking into his sheets. He collapses back into his bed, more exhausted than he feels he should be after a simple wank.

He looks around his room waiting for that too-pale figure to appear, but he is still alone in his room. Hob is just about to work himself into a good amount of worry that he did something wrong when the first wave of nausea works its way up his throat. It feels like the worst bout of carsickness he has ever had, made more intense by the fact that he is pretty sure he can actually feel something worming its way up out of his stomach.

Hob turns on his hands and knees and can’t help gagging as the nausea and the movement increase. It is a bit of a relief as the black tar-like substance starts to come up, sinking into and staining his pillows like ink, but the relief is short-lived as the essence just keeps coming up in a long rope, blocking his airway in turns as thicker parts make their way out. Hob pulls at it desperately, trying to get it out quickly, but more and more just keeps coming up.

Hob is crying and gasping and still trying to call for his Nightmare. He had no problems agreeing to undertake this ritual, and still would agree now knowing what would happen, but he could really use some comfort and support right about now. The sensation of something being pulled out from his throat is so viscerally disturbing that Hob cannot help the way he spasms and twitches trying to get away from the feeling. When the last of the essence comes out Hob takes a deep breath and starts sobbing, collapsing to his side his arm flopping over the side of the bed. 

Hob is still alone in the now dark room.

Until a pale hand with too many fingers reaches out from under the bed and grabs onto Hob’s sweat-slicked hand. Then another hand appears, and another, a mass of hands and spindly limbs emerge, all of them pushing against the bed frame until Nightmare pulls himself free from the small space underneath. Hob is smiling, laughing in joy as he watches Nightmare unfold into his usual height, even as tears of pain and exhaustion continue to streak down his face.

Nightmare gently runs his hands over Hob’s still shaking body, whispering words of praise into Hob’s skin as he wraps himself tightly around the human. He guards his precious love as exhaustion catches up with Hob and sends him crashing into unconsciousness.

It is the first, but not the last time they perform the ritual. It is deeply unpleasant and painful every time, but Hob will do anything to keep his nightmare with him as he moves through life. By the time Hob starts working, they have realized that through the repeated instances of Hob playing vessel to Nightmare’s essence Hob himself has become an anchor for Nightmare. No one ever sees Professor Gadling’s partner during the day, but he always appears for the night events never straying far from the Professor’s side.

When Hob starts getting a lot of compliments about looking young for his age, they realize Hob might have caught a case of sexually transmitted immortality as well.

-💥

Everything about this is just. So good. Hob’s dedication to his Nightmare, his lil pregnancy fantasy, the body horror of it all, and of course Nightmare himself in all his glory.

I'm imagining all the eldritch/vaguely magical creatures that might possibly exist in this universe. A sock stealing monster in the washing machine, a headphone tangling gremlin that lives in coat pockets. Hob becomes more aware of these things now he knows his Nightmare, and Nightmare himself? Well, he gets pretty jealous. If he finds out that any of the household spooks have been paying attention to HIS human, he makes a point of showing them that Hob is well and truly claimed.

With his teeth and claws he marks Hob’s body with those gorgeous red and purple lines. Occasionally Hob gives permission for Nightmare to draw blood from him, because he knows that Nightmare particularly loves to feast on his beloved's hot blood. It reminds him of being inside Hob during the ritual, which (although incredibly uncomfortable) is the most wonderful bonding experience for a being like Nightmare.

The phrase sexually transmitted immortality is my new favourite thing and i just love the idea of Nightmare coming inside Hob so many times that he becomes a little bit more than human. Their bodies have shared so much time and space, and they're joined on a spiritual level as well as a physical one. Hob is absolutely thrilled to learn that he can spend an eternity with his Nightmare. There are so many weird and wonderful things for them to do together!

The more Hob becomes an anchor for his beloved, the more Nightmare can use his eldritch powers without worrying about harming him. He can bring Hob into the shadowy realm where he originally comes from, and lay him out on a bed of inky black darkness. Hob suddenly feels very very small when Nightmare looms over him, and he loves it. He wants to be hollowed out by his lover’s cock; reduced to nothing more than a vessel.

Nightmare can't wait to make all his worst fantasies a reality <3

[moss-and-marimos]

gimme doodles/character designs for ur tmnt iteration NOW

(no actual pressure i just want to draw them and need ur designs for them)

okay so I dont have much actual art of them bc I have had no time to draw lately, but ill try to like summarize their vibes or give doodles at least Donnie- hes a very anxious angsty guy, is in his lab almost all of the time, always seems to look a bit sad or tired, doesnt really like other people, kind of has similar vibes and shape language to tm(n)t donnie if that helps at all, hes a hybrid spiny soft-shell turtle and spotted turtle, hes got spots on the back part of his shell like this:

and spiky bits at the bottom edges of his shell like this:

so I imagine hes like a dark green kinda grey color mostly besides the yellow spots on his shell, his hands and forearms and legs are always bandaged up and if theyre not covered he has a lot of scars from assorted causes, he usually wears either like black shorts or baggy sweatpants, sweatpants more often, on occasion a hoodie and that becomes much more frequent after the events of the shredder apprentice arc, I forgot to put them in the doodle but he has stretch marks on his thighs and upper arms and is the tallest of the guys but hunches over so much that you wouldnt know, he has scoliosis but not very severely, you can just barely tell if you look at his shell from behind that its a bit misshapen

Raph- Raph is a bog turtle, so is Mikey, this is an older drawing and isnt the most accurate but its like the only good drawing I have of him, usually he does not look anywhere near this happy, the markings around the back of his neck and on the shell are still accurate but otherwise its kinda up to interpretation so do what you will, he also wears hoodies and pants sometimes but not always, his mask tails vary in length bc he chews on them so sometimes theyre short when he doesnt want to or longer when he does want to

Mikey- Mikey is also a bog turtle, raphs markings are a bit more red and his are a bit more yellow/orange, my Mikey wears a more yellow mask than bright orange, its kinda that yellow-orange shade, I think he has freckles but theyre more like small scale patches that are darker green than real freckles, has the same neck markings and similar shell markings to raph, has either one dot above his right eye that looks like a circular eyebrow or has it on both eyes, for now I'll say just the one though, his mask tails arent as long as Leo but go to about mid-back and the ends are frayed Leo- Leo is based a lot on 2012, all of my turtles are more based on 2012 than any other iteration, his mask tails are very long like all the way down to his waist, theyre cut at diagonals like at an angle at the end and are not frayed, he has more yellow colored stripes that go over his eyes (like rise Leo a bit) but then they run down to his shoulders and down his arms, sides, and legs, and theres also shorter segments on his shoulders that are pretty much just yellow patches. He's a black knobbed map turtle, so just imagine kinda realistic stripes like theirs but stylized. When he uses his powers they glow a really intense blue color and it looks really cool. After the events of the shredder apprentice arc he has a big X scar across the back of his shell