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[strangerxperv]

Eboy gamer Eddie Headcanon

Warnings: SMUT, Minors Mine Elsewhere (NSFT/ minors DO NOT interact (I will hunt you down), Squirting, fem reader, curvy reader, Eddie is a Dom and a tease, breeding kink, voyeurism, reader is a thirst perv and a geek, Eddie is hot and know it, this is modern au, and Eddie is kinda mean (he gives you a lil slap).

Eboy/ Gamer/ twitch streamer Eddie Munson x Curvy perv geek fem reader

Eboy Eddie fucks so good that you never make him wear a condom or pull out

Eboy Eddie that creams your cunt so full your mouth waters for another filling.

Eboy Eddie makes you warm his fingers when you watch horror movies or gameplay.

Eboy Eddie who makes you sit on his lap during stream with his cock secretly stuffed inside.

Eboy Eddie loves when you beg to cum and desperately hump his unmoving hand.

The way you pout and sob is obscene. His thick cock can't help but get hard but he doesn't wanna fuck you yet. He refuses to give in to his throbbing erection.

Needy pervy you is his favorite and he has to stream soon.

He has his cock stuffed in you half way through streaming. You're dressed in one of the (oversized) hoodies he sells online. He sells up to a 5 XL and you love feeling small. It's large enough to hide your sopping cunt split on his dick.

Eboy Eddie makes the excuse that you're shy and nervous to be in stream. That's why you're facing him and not at all because you're face would give it away.

On cutscenes Eddie sneaks his hand down and rubs hard harsh circles on your stiff clit. The only time you can cum is during a cutscene. But they're never long enough and he ends up edging you instead.

By the time the stream has ended your cunt is swollen and puffy. Clit so hard it's easy to spot while it twitches. Slick doesn't drip it pours out of your debauched hole.

He makes you hold your hoodie over your fat heaving tits. So he can see all your pretty curves and rolls. Eddie lays a sweet kiss to your tummy before sliding down.

Between your legs he lays a quick kiss to your clit when your hips thrust up, he pulls away. Eddie's dark eyes watch your face. The way your eyes roll up into your head and even cross ever so slightly. Plump pretty lips gasp open while you arch your tits out.

His smirking lips press another soft kiss to your clit. And another. Then another.

"what's wrong baby?" Kiss, "why're ya so whiny? Hmm?" Smooch, "boy got your cat?" Lick, "does it hurt?" Suck, "aaaaw..." Kiss, "don't cry baby."

It's only when you're sobbing fat tears and babbling that he finally takes pity on you.

Finally he's throwing your clothes off and taking his cock out.

The first thrust into you feels like ascension into paradise. You're so warm. So unbelievably hot in every way. Your cunt has never been so receptive to his cock, so open. So fucking wet.

Each rough thrust sounds with a slapping shlick schluk schlak sucking accompanied with the creaking of the bed. The metal head board slams into the wall denting the dry wall. Whines from both you and Eddie echo around the room.

"Yer tits are always pretty but I love how they look right now-" He gives you a particularly hard thrust bracing his hands under your knees. Even with your legs pressed into your amble chest they bounce. "-Fuuuuck, maybe you should stop taking your birth control," another harsh thrust as his rough hands tighten, "That way I can see how they'd look full with milk."

Eboy Eddie seems like the kinda guy that's not serious about anything, especially relationships. But you're different. You belong to him and he belongs to you.

His fans have begged him for an onlyfans and he would have if Eddie hadn't met you. Now he wants you all to himself.

He can't imagine sharing this expression with anyone, maybe Steve.

"Wanna feel you cum pretty baby. C'mon, please? Please cum-" He's desperate to feel you clench and quiver around him almost as much as you wanna cum, "Touch your clit, now." He's begging you but don't forget he's still in charge.

Your small hand slides between your legs and dips past your clit. Fingers slipping on either side of your split pussy to feel him fuck into you.

One of Eddies hands deliver a soft slap to your face before making gripping your face, "I said touch your clit, dumb perv."

It's a reprimand that you love and has you rubbing your clit like he did earlier, harsh and fast circles.

"Good-" THRUST, "Fucking-" THRUST, "Cunt" THRUST, "So god damn tight!" His thrusts keep fighting that sweet G-spot while you rub your clit. And it's your undoing.

Your eyes roll back and your jaw unhinges in a silent scream as your cunt splashes Eddie. He doesn't stop or even slow down as more squirts out of you. You drench the sheets and the mattress under you as Eddie fucks you thoroughly.

His hips piston into you at a deeper angle to lay bitter sweet kisses to your cervix, "Want you to cum again, one more. With me, wanna give you my babies."

This orgasm is different than the one before it. It hits your nerves and makes you tingle from your toes that are curled to your tongue. Your entire body is pulled taught as you let out soft, "Ah, aha, aaah!" It's too good.

The most satisfying part of this experience is feeling Eddie fill you up with his own cum. He's rooted deep inside you throbbing and twitching against you. Eddies face is blissed out having finally cum after teasing you most of the day.

Eboy Eddie is the kinda guy to gently pull out of you and clean your body up while you fall into sleep.

He's the kind of boyfriend to change the sheets and move you to whatever side of the bed that's properly cleaned. He's the kind of guy that works around you while you sleep but still getting the job done.

Eboy Eddie gets himself and you water and snacks or a meal while you rest. He even grabs you a pair of pretty cotton panties, one of his shirts, and a pair of long socks.

Eboy Eddie looks like someones wet dream with zero strings attached. But he's 100% attached to you.

I listened to this while I finished the second half of it. If you like Eboy Eddie feel free to send in asks about him.

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Stylish Statements: Children's Trendy Outfits

In today's fashion-forward world, children's clothing isn't just about comfort and practicality; it's also about making a statement. From tiny tots to young teens, kids are embracing trends and expressing their personalities through their outfits. Whether it's a casual day at the playground or a special occasion, there's a wide array of trendy options available to suit every child's style. Let's explore the world of Children's trendy outfits and discover what's hot for the little fashionistas and fashionistos.

1. Miniature Street Style: Streetwear isn't just for adults anymore. Children's fashion has taken cues from the urban streets, with miniaturized versions of popular street style looks. From graphic tees with bold logos to oversized hoodies and joggers, kids are rocking these urban-inspired outfits with confidence. Brands like Mini Rodini and H&M Kids are leading the way with their edgy yet age-appropriate designs.

2. Eco-Chic Ensembles: With growing awareness about sustainability, eco-friendly fashion has made its way into Designer baby clothing. Parents are opting for organic cotton, recycled materials, and ethical manufacturing processes when choosing outfits for their little ones. Brands like Patagonia and Hanna Andersson are gaining popularity for their commitment to sustainability while offering stylish and comfortable clothing options for kids.

3. Gender-Neutral Fashion: Breaking away from traditional gender norms, gender-neutral fashion is making waves in the children's clothing industry. Parents are seeking out clothing that transcends stereotypical boy-girl distinctions, allowing their children to express themselves freely. Gender-neutral clothing features versatile designs, neutral colors, and inclusive sizing options. Brands like Primary and Tootsa MacGinty are championing this movement by offering a diverse range of clothing that appeals to all children, regardless of gender.

4. Athleisure Attire: Comfort meets style with the athleisure trend, which has become increasingly popular among children. Whether it's for sports activities or casual wear, kids are opting for athletic-inspired outfits that offer both flexibility and fashion. Leggings, sweatpants, and sporty sneakers are staples in every young trendsetter's wardrobe. Brands like Nike Kids and Adidas Kids are leading the way with their trendy athleisure collections designed specifically for children.

5. Retro Revival: Everything old is new again, and that includes fashion trends from decades past. Retro-inspired clothing is making a comeback in children's fashion, with nostalgic styles from the '70s, '80s, and '90s taking center stage. From tie-dye t-shirts and bell-bottom jeans to neon tracksuits and scrunchies, kids are embracing the vintage vibe with enthusiasm. Brands like Gap Kids and Zara Kids are tapping into this trend with their retro-infused collections that appeal to both parents and children alike.

6. Statement Accessories: No outfit is complete without the perfect accessories, and children are adding their own flair with statement accessories. From funky hats and sunglasses to bold backpacks and jewelry, kids are using accessories to express their individuality and elevate their outfits. Brands like Claire's and Janie and Jack offer a wide range of accessories designed specifically for children, allowing them to add a personal touch to their ensembles.

7. DIY Fashion: Encouraging creativity and self-expression, do-it-yourself (DIY) fashion has become increasingly popular among children. From tie-dye kits to iron-on patches, kids are customizing their clothing to reflect their unique personalities. DIY fashion not only fosters creativity but also teaches valuable skills like problem-solving and resourcefulness. Parents can find a plethora of DIY fashion kits and supplies online or at craft stores, allowing their children to unleash their inner fashion designer.

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Finding out you are on your period X Stray kids (Maknae Line) ft y/n

Finding out you are on your period X Stray kids (Maknae Line) ft y/n

Hands up for those who are on their period, starting or finishing ! Ugh it's annoying but imagine what it'll be like with SKZ taking care of you!

I wanted to say a generous thank you to everyone who has been sharing, liking these mini posts. It means the world to me...can you imagine over 100 people standing in front of you? That's how much people interacted with my content within 48hrs lately uwu thank you!

Maknae Line Imagine

Genre: Fluff

Characters: HAN & Y/N / FELIX & Y/N / SEUNGMIN & Y/N / I.N & Y/N

Warnings: None

HAN

* You both were shopping for your anniversary vacation that was coming up and needed to find the perfect matching outfit. So, both of you were headed towards the clothing department store when you felt a warm sensation take over your body making you feel little unsteady. Could it be my period? You thought as you walked a little further but felt something wet in your underwear.

* Han suddenly grabbed your hand as you were walking and pulled you to the corner of the sidewalk where no one was around. It took you definitely by surprised, you weren’t sure if something happened or if he was toying with you. “Babe, don’t move.” He added softly taking off his jacket and then pulling off his oversized hoodie. You watched him in curiosity for a second since he didn’t say anything further.

* You watched Han take your purse and hand you the sweater in exchange. “What’s this for?” You asked confused. “Love your pants are stained…Please wear this and I’ll take you to the store so you can buy something else to change into.” His voice sweetly added placing a kiss on your nose as he motioned to the sweater. I swear to god, he would be that kind of boyfriend to make sure his baby didn’t let anyone invade in her privacy. After you would wear the hoodie, he’d take you onto his back and carry you all the way back home or wherever you needed to go so that your legs wouldn’t hurt or be seen with stained clothing.

FELIX

* You two would be together making a snack after a long day of cleaning the house and then your tummy would hurt a little. Felix began to add the heavy cream into the cake batter in hopes to perfect his recipe but something felt off with your body.

* Your cramps began to become severe to a point where you slowly stop smiling and fade away into his shadow. He notices that you’re not feeling well instantly as you weren't giggling at his usual jokes anymore. "love, are you doing OK?" Felix suddenly drops everything in his hands and then wraps his hands around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.

"I- I don't know... My legs hurt a little" you whine a little clutching your tummy too.

* He would keep you tight in his arms, slowly swaying you back and forth. One hand rubbing your lower back, trying to help comfort you. “it’s okay y/n. We can stay like this for a while if you’d like. I can make your favorite hot drink once your ready to lay down.”

SEUNGMIN

* Seungie would be that type of boyfriend to quickly turn on Netflix of youtube so that you can watch movies while staying in during those days you felt so shitty. “Alright princess know that you got your favorite show on and chocolate to snack on, how about cuddling with me?” he would shyly add as he open his arms widely for you.

*You would act up a little and sometime hit him with pillows trying to push him over the edge but man he is that type of boy friend to never get mad at you. You hated being this way with your emotions but it happened naturally by accident. “Seungie, please leave me alone, you know I hate it when you wear that ugly sweater that she gave you.” He would frown a little as he would do anything to please you. So, he would quickly run to his closet and find that one couple tee that you guys bought and put it on to satisfy you again.

* Hidden behind his back as he came back to your side trying to make you happy again was a stuffie that he had bought online for you. He knew sometimes that even though you were mad with him you craved his smell and touch. So, this was closest to that. “Y/n!! Look what I have for you!! Its this special teddy bear that is so soft and big!” You’d quickly make up with him and accept the softest plushee you’ve ever seen. Imagine having a room dedicated in the apartment just for all the stuffies that he bought you while dating…bruh that would be a whole village of cuties lol

I.N

* ah our little baby bread! I think he would be that kind of partner to instantly want to make ramen for you and give you warm milk when you suddenly get your period after gaming all night with him. “Bub, is something wrong? You seem to be in the bathroom a little longer than you usually are.” His ears pressed flushed against the bathroom door that you locked to clean up your self quickly. When he didn’t hear an answer right away, he’d become worried and all out to you again. “yeah, Innie, I’m alright. I’ll be out in 2.” You’d think that it was because you hadn’t been sleeping well these days was the reason that your period came late and heavier than usual.

* It was little embarrassing to tell him when your period starts so you’d secretly go into the kitchen and try to make something warm to eat and that was rare. You loved only cold things, ice cream, naegmyeon (Korean noodle dish served with ice or cold broth over noodles), lemonade ect and when it was your period time, you didn’t have them. Bruh, he would pay attention the smallest detail in your diet change and secretly try to help you without making it embarrassing. Please, I need someone to take care of me like that. Is it hard to find someone to make you warm ramen and drinks? uwu

* After a nice hot bath, you would find a pair of his baggy sweats or his PJ bottoms that were older on the bathroom counter waiting for you to wear. He knew that it would be helpful for you as sometimes it could be a little messy. “Is bub feeling better after a hot bath and ramen? Maybe we can catch up on a game of left 4 dead (a pc game about zombies) after if you’re feeling well enough.” He would tease you trying to lighten the mood so you could be caught off guard. Softly patting your cheeks and then squeezing your thighs when sitting on the couch.

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[crypticspacecat]

Coffee and Poetry 2/3 (Yan!JotaroxBlack!Femreader)

Click HERE for part 1

PART 3

All of the poems in this chapter are written by me. This is a reference to what look I wanted for y/n in this chapter (mainly hairstyle):

https://pin.it/2Sdp9rs

Also, when Jotaro reads his poem, I highly suggest you listen to this song with it as it was a huge inspiration

https://youtu.be/H_WzjiTzZBA

I'll probably post the last part either Friday night or Saturday.

Enjoy! :D

Friday

“Hey, it’s the day. Aw, you look great!” Rose compliments leaning against my door. I want to try something different, so I decide to use the extensions I bought a while back to do bubble pigtails with some slick baby hairs. I usually go to class in sweats, but I instead go for a lavender crop top with “baby girl” across the chest and light high-waist jeans that lifts my butt nicely.

“Thanks! I wanted a bit of a change and I also did a massive online shopping haul.” I said while applying my lip gloss. Checking myself out in the mirror, I haven't felt this attractive in a while. I especially notice how the crop top makes my chest more pronounced while my jeans accentuate my hips and shows off my toned butt. I feel like a bad bitch!

“It’s about time you show your curves more! You got killer curves, flaunt it bitch! Maybe you know who will come your way.” She taunts me while I gather my things for class.

“Oh come on! I don’t think it was like that. Besides, from his energy, he just doesn’t want to be bothered.” I retorted. I grab my key before bidding my goodbyes to Rose. I head down the stairs of the apartment and make my way to campus. I wish I had told Rose about last night, but I didn’t want to alarm her. God knows she can go from 1 to 100 in milliseconds. Thinking about last night still shakes me up.

“I’m going to 7/11, do you want anything?” I asked Rose, pulling my head through my oversized hoodie. Rose shook her head and I headed out the door. I didn’t forget my pepper spray as it is getting darker. The 10-minute walk went unsurprisingly quickly as my playlist kept me energetic. The usual entrance bell rang and I was greeted by the clerk. I got my usual bag of sweet chili Doritos and sprite. I went up to the front desk and made small talk with the clerk as he checked out my items.

“It’s pretty dark out ain’t it?”

“Yeah, but sometimes you gotta satisfy those cravings.”

“Very true, but do be careful out there. Those frat boys are having a get-together tonight and you know how they get.”

“Oh trust me, I always bring my pepper spray.” I reassured him. I grabbed my things and left for my apartment. I walk up the street and hear the party despite having my earphones in.

“Loud ass motherfuckers..” I whispered to myself before hearing footsteps. I quickly turn around to see no one around. Not even a shadow. I took off my earphones just in case of an ambush. I keep walking but am now hyper-aware of my surroundings. I quicken my pace to make sure who or whatever is tailing me may give up. I come closer to my apartment and I hear a loud click like someone was taking a picture. I try to find the source of the sound, only to find nothing around me. The clicks continue as my panic sets in. I freeze in my tracks, my body won’t move and my breathing becomes shallow. I heard the footsteps come closer and I went into flight mode.

“Fuck!” I yelled and bolted to my apartment without a second thought. My shitty endurance wanted me to stop but I couldn’t. My lungs were on fire and my legs were gonna give out, but I made it. I slowly turn around to see no one behind me. Sighing in relief, I entered quietly to not wake up Rose. I silently scold myself for forgetting my pepper spray as I rest my exhausted legs on the couch.

Thinking about last night’s potential horror scene, I walk into the classroom and wave to Kakyoin.

“Hey, (y/n)! Ready for today?” Kakyoin asks with his poem out and ready. I nod with a small grin.

“Oh yeah, I did have to practice presenting it with Rose but I totally got it down. I would ask you the same, but you’re always prepared.” I joked.

“You know what I’m wondering?”

“What’s up?”

“What do you think Jotaro wrote?” Kakyoin pondered. How did I even forget he’s in this class too? To be fair, he is super quiet.

“I’m not sure, I think it’ll be interesting though.” I answered. He doesn’t seem like the emotional type, so I don’t expect anything too complex.

“You know I did ask him what he wrote, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

“You know Jotaro?” I questioned and he nods in response.

“We met through our part-time job.” He answers and speaking of the devil, here he comes. Something about him, his aura, and the way he walks. Even the way he talks (which hearing him is rare unless he's yelling at his fangirls) is ominous and almost threatening. He always stands out with his white hat and trench coat, his height didn't help him blend in much either. You can never read his face, a total mystery he is. Not too far behind him was our professor with her usual cheery self.

“Good morning! As you know, today you all will be turning in and presenting your poetry. I’m looking forward to seeing them! Who wants to go first?” She beamed. Of course, Kakyoin raises his hand. I’ve always admired his writing, he’s been a huge help in this class by helping me with more creative stories and poems.

“Great! Everyone please pay attention and keep the talking to a minimum.” The professor instructed. Kakyoin wastes no time starting on his poem.

“I have a warrior’s heart

You will not hurt me

You will never break me

My life was dark

I was weak

My demons tormented me

Not anymore

I wear my armor with pride

I’m taking my life back

and you can’t stop me

My past is behind me

and my future is bright

They will not bring me down

I will not give in to their misery

I am a warrior”

His poem rightfully earns a few claps and praises, especially from the professor. I remember Kakyoin mentioning his childhood to me while we were hanging out in my apartment the first week of school, this poem is quite fitting for him. For the next 5 minutes, a couple more students volunteered to present their poems. Some good and some pretty cringe but we all start somewhere.

“(y/n), would you like to go next?” The professor asked. I nod and walk towards the front of the classroom. I take a small breath as all eyes are on me, especially his. The intensity of his blue eyes increases my anxiety, I can never tell what’s behind those eyes. It’s quite peculiar. I already hate public speaking, he's not making this any easier on me. It's almost like he's checking out my body. Is there lust behind that glare? Does my outfit draw too much attention? I shake my head at these unnecessary thoughts. Let’s just get this over with.

“It’s been months…

Months since you brought me here and left me to die. Bare feet walking on the dirt, the blisters don’t hurt as much anymore. The wildlife looks at me with deep pity. The trees have become my only friends, their words of wisdom have kept me alive.

“You cannot change people, no matter how much you think they need to change. People change themselves”

“Though these times are difficult, they are only a short phase of life”

“Worry does not beget change”

I meditate day and night, the wind comforts me. I sometimes dance in the rain, letting the water weigh down my curls. My pen has become my weapon as I no longer long for blood. The words I write spill out of me and drown in my tears. You’ll never come back and I’m not sure that I'll be ok. Those promises you made, you never meant them.

Spring has resurrected the magnolia and the sun kisses me. I no longer cry, I keep going. I trek through the evergreens, only relying on the wisdom of the trees. I sometimes long to go back, but I came too far. The old life I knew has now ceased to exist. The wind hugs me as I know that this journey will be lonely and excruciating.

“You are loved”

“You are protected”

“You will not receive closure for every situation, but you can create it for yourself”

Silenced and unheard by others, I can finally speak my truth. A heart that has been frozen by trauma slowly melts. Once an impossible dream will now come to fruition. The love that I deserved, will find its way to me. I cry no more for you. You choose to leave me behind and behind me, you will stay.”

The room is silent for a moment before getting a few praises from classmates with his eyes still burning through me. Almost as if he's angry on my behalf.

“Wonderful poem, (y/n)! I can really feel the emotion in your piece, I’m proud of your improvement!” The professor praised. I quietly sit back down and politely listen to the other students' poems, I still feel his intense stare. At this point, I don’t think he cares to hide it. As another student finishes, the professor looks at Jotaro.

“Ah, Jotaro! Looks like you’re the last student today.” She pointed out. He slowly gets up and coolly walks to the front of the class. Every step he takes feels like it's in slow motion, his hat covering half of his face increasing his mysterious aura. Some girls look towards him with heart-shaped eyes while everyone else is waiting for class to end.

“Ready whenever you are.” The professor tells him and he grunts in response.

“The intoxicating aroma of coffee can’t compare,

Will never compare

To the scent of shea butter that arouses me

Chocolate eyes, and those plump lips begging to be kissed

Darling, why won’t you be mine?

Let me take you tonight

Let me feel every curve

Run my fingers through your curls

Hold you in my arms

Trace my fingers across your caramel skin

Feel your body on mine

Taste your brown sugar

Stay with me and I’ll keep you safe

Angel, my passion for you will never die”

The whole class falls silent and time stops. Wait a damn minute, who is he talking about? Ain’t no way in hell...

“Wonderful job Jotaro! I didn’t expect that kind of concept from you, bravo!” The professor beamed as he goes back to his seat. The class is still speechless, including me. I suddenly hear whispers.

“Jojo has a crush?”

“No way bro! I thought he was asexual or somethin’”

“The actual question is, who is it about?”

“Whoever she is, I’m pretty jealous. She’s super lucky.”

The more whispers I hear, the more my brain starts to short circuit. My internal screaming is soon interrupted by my professor’s cheerful announcement.

“Before class ends for today, I have two things. One, I’m proud of all of you for giving your best effort on this assignment! Your scores should be posted by the end of next week. Also, I have a project for you all. You will be in pairs writing a play together. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to choose your own partners, your assigned partner will be on this billboard. I will talk more about this project in the next class. Have a great weekend!” She announced and everyone gets up to see the billboard. I manage to squeeze through to take a glance at my assigned partner.

“(y/n) and Jotaro Kujo”

Of fucking course.

“So Mr. Man is your partner? And he wrote a poem about you?”

“Yes, he is my partner and no Rose, that wasn’t about me. Jesus Christ!” I shoot back while washing my face. Why would it be about me? He could have anyone he wanted, it’s probably one of his fangirls. She then shakes her head and shoots me a concerned look.

“(y/n), I get it. You haven’t been yourself since the incident. Derrick is a slimy dick who lost a great person. You are beautiful, of course there will be someone crazy about you. I mean your skin is damn beautiful and it looks damn good in the sun. And your body? Chile, If I was gay, I’d be all over that ass!” Rose exclaimed while playfully slapping my butt, making me chuckle softly. Honestly, she is right about my self-esteem crashing down. Since that incident, I just didn’t feel beautiful. I couldn’t see what anyone would like about me. I believed every venomous word he spat at me when I confronted him.

“Boring”

“Fat”

“Prude”

“Ugly”

“Who would want you? Honestly, I did you a favor!”

Writing that poem put into perspective how wicked he was. I can’t let him continue to have me by the throat, I never needed that toxic energy in my life. Thank God I didn't have sex with that cretin.

“Ok, I do feel a little better, but how can I be sure the poem was about me?” I questioned.

“I think we’ll just have to wait and find out.” She replied and I nod in agreement. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I mean, Jotaro is fine as hell but I don’t know a single thing about him. Not even his favorite color. I guess it’s a good thing we are partners after all.

One week later

“Ok class, now that you all are paired up, let me explain the project. You and your partner will be creating a play with at least 5 acts. Please try to keep adult themes to a minimum. You don’t have to act out the play, but if you do you will get bonus points. The project will be due in 4 weeks so please no slacking!” The professor instructs then everyone goes over to their partner. I start to gather my things when a shadow engulfs me. I slowly look up to see Jotaro staring down at me. Holy shit, he’s huge.

“Oh, hey.” I greeted. I was met with a soft ‘hmph’ as he sits directly across from me. After a moment of awkward silence, we start to suggest ideas to each other. With both of us somewhat lacking in the coming up with plots department, it's gonna be a while until we both agree on something.

“Well, what about a plot where two characters get trapped in a haunted mansion? It’s not super original, but it can work.” He suggested.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” I said, looking at the time. We both realize that class is almost over and Jotaro quickly pulls out his phone.

“How about we talk more about it over the weekend?” He suggested.

“Sure, where should we-”

“We can work on it at my house.”

“Oh ok, where is-”

“I’ll pick you up, here’s my number.” He bluntly stated and swapped our phones. Usually, someone being so rude would get cussed out but I’m damn near speechless. I just nod and enter my phone number. We swapped back phones and he abruptly leaves, leaving me stunned.

What just happened?

[bastillewolf]

Idk if you’re doing requests but can you do one where you and corpse are in a long distance, and he calls you just wanting to hear your voice because he had a really rough day ?

Call Me, Baby - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse Husband / Reader

It had been too long since you’d last seen each other. Not just physically, it was your dates through Discord that had been suffering too. He was busy with his music or streaming, while you were still dealing with school and working. You couldn’t leave that often because your family needed you, and he was too paranoid to leave his apartment these days. You didn’t blame him. He didn’t push you.

But it led to situations where you wanted to call him, but he didn’t pick up. Where the connection was too shit to be able to even have a normal conversation, let alone play a few video games online. Where you couldn’t even see each other during the holidays, especially not through the struggle of a pandemic.

You’d just finished your dinner when your mom decided to ask, “How are things going between you two?”

You’d simply shrugged, and not wanting her to see the tears in your eyes, you asked if you could be excused and rushed upstairs to your room.

Your bed didn’t feel comfortable. Your clothes felt too scratchy. It was too cold, even with the heater on. Nothing felt right. You just wanted to be with Corpse. You wanted to sleep in his bead, borrow his oversized hoodies, cuddle up to him every time you were freezing. Nothing felt the same without him.

Your heart jumped when your phone started to ring. Almost dropping it with your shaking hands, you managed to pick up.

“Hey, baby,” he rasped.

“Hey, I miss you,” you immediately admitted.

He chuckled, but it sounded sad. “I miss you too. You busy tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got that exam, remember?”

“Oh, right!”

“How about the day after?”

“I can’t, I’m gonna be working,” he replied. ‘Working’ basically meant he would be doing music with someone else, like he did with Savage. Otherwise, he would’ve been able to make time for you.

“Aw, well, let me hear it when it’s done. I’m very curious.”

“I’ll send you snippets. You’re gonna love it.”

It was quiet for a moment. It felt too tense.

“I really miss you,” he repeated.

A tear rolled down your cheek. “I really miss you too.”

“Hey, don’t get all soppy with me. Save that for when we finish watching ‘Titanic’.”

You let out a blubbery laugh. “But that movie’s so long!”

“That’s why we still haven’t finished it yet. Because you fell asleep.”

“I did not! You fell asleep!”

“I suffer from insomnia. You’re a horrible liar.”

“...That’s fair.”

You both laughed.

Glancing at the clock, you realized what time it must be for him. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping right now anyways?”

“Yeah. I was just thinking about stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Everything. It’s just gets too much sometimes.”

“I know. I’m always here if you need me, just call me.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

“Talk to me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” you smiled.

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[kakiwrites]

Can you do a hc of bakugou, kirishima, and midoriya?

Just explaining how it would be to date them?

dates with the boys

Genre: fluff

A Katsuki bakugo, Eijiro kirishima, and izuku midoriya x reader

a/n: hey guys! I really have to catch on to bnha soon- but yeah, here we go! I really would love to see more bakugo brainrot in my inbox so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Let's get started!

 Katsuki bakugo

I feel like he's the type to keep your relationship on the down-low.

He loves more comfy and inside dates.

So movie nights and just lazy days.

He usually wants you to choose a movie but he would complain all the while.

"another romcom? You have no taste, dumbass."

"then you choose."

"you can't handle my taste in movies."

If you do get him to choose a movie, he would choose some gory, horror type of deal.

He uses It as an excuse to cuddle you.

"… it's not even that scary," you told him, your voice muffled into his chest.

His face immediately bloomed red, "i-I just don't want you to have nightmares, dumbass."

 Eijiro kirishima

Working out with you.

Like even if it's at home.

You guys would put up some random exercise video and try to copy the instructor as best as you could.

If you can't handle the burn or you just don't want to work out, he would be more than satisfied if you just keep him company.

"Can I use you as my weights baby?"

"…no."

"please~"

Even if you're as light as a feather or feel like you're a 20-pound rock that day, he will not hesitate to pick you up and use you as weights.

Tries doing yoga with you once. It did not work out well.

As long as he's with you, he'll feel like the best man in the world.

 Izuku midoriya

Window shopping.

He loves to bring you to the mall to just browse around.

He will spoil you, big time.

He will not let you spend a single yen.

If he sees you looking at an oversized hoodie or some article of clothing, he will immediately ask you to try it on in the changing room.

If you love it on you, he will immediately bring out his wallet.

RIP deku's money. You will be missed.

You kinda use it to your advantage and stare at an all might figure or a hoodie for him, pretend you wanted it then give it to him as soon as you go out.

Because he will not get anything for himself during your little date at all.

If he doesn't fall for it, you would use your own credit card to get him the things he would love, much to his dismay.

This also applies to online stores too.

 That is all for today! Thank you guys so much for your support and I would be more than excited to see your request in my inbox! Love you guys 💕💖❤️

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[xxiaoyang]

i've got you (too) | yangyang (m)

yangyang was the best at reading you. as much as he liked to play around, he was always there when you needed him.

words: 3.5k

warnings/tags: smut, non idol!au, college!au, unprotected sex, breeding?, switch!yangyang but kinda soft dom ig, sub!reader, hurt/comfort, love-making, feelings, fluff

a/n: this is just soft. build up but what’s new, it’s me and i can’t shut up about him. 

yangyang was always good at reading you. he was like that with most people, observant enough to pick up on the mood around him. but with you, some days he may as well be reading your thoughts. at times it's like he knows what you're feeling before or better than you do. when you walked through the door of your shared apartment with hunched shoulders, he knew something was off.

he had finished class earlier, spending the remainder of his afternoon playing games online and eating whatever he could find in the pantry. you guys really needed to go shopping. he made a mental note to chide you about it later, his mischievous self always looking for a way to tease you, even knowing full well he was the one who ate all of the food.

he was sprawled out on the couch waiting for you, mindlessly clicking through youtube videos and watching as the time ticked on. it was now thirty minutes after your last class, and he couldn't stop the slight bit of worry that creeped into his mind.

your apartment was only about eight minutes from campus, having chosen it for that reason, so you should have been home already. and you always let him know when you were held up with work or going to be home later. it wasn't that you couldn't go about your day without letting him know what you were doing, he just worried when he didn't hear from you for a while. this was unusual for you two.

he sat up straight, shaking the negative thoughts out of his mind and checking his messages in case he'd missed one. nothing. that was weird. he decided to send you one and ask how you were doing, but before he could hit send the telltale click of your deadbolt filled his ears, his head snapping over to you, ready to give you an earful.

you walked through the door a second later, turning to lock it and remove your coat and shoes by the rack without a word. yangyang let a smirk curl at his lips and took the opportunity to poke fun at you.

"what took you so long! we ran out of snacks," he teased lightly, "i almost starved."

you turned in his direction, still silent, and it was then he could see the tired look on your face, your shoulders drooping and your legs barely holding you. his smirk was wiped away at the sight of you, his legs already making their way over to you.

he held your shoulders, tilting his head in an attempt to meet your eyes, but they were unfocused as you gazed off into space. he felt his heart crack at how defeated you looked.

"what's wrong, baby? talk to me." he let his hands fuss at you, straightening out your oversized sweater, a few gentle fingers coming to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you didn't budge. you didn't even seem present in the room. your head stayed lowered in its position. he began to worry that something bad had actually happened.

taking your face into one of his hands he turned you in his direction, checking you for any clues that could help him figure it out. 

"did something happen? did someone do something to you? at least tell me you're okay."

the hint of panic in his voice brought you to your senses, pulling you from your zoned out state to look into his eyes. it was like you hadn't even registered him there. as the warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, his eyes searching yours so intensely, you felt yours sting with tears. tears you didn't realize you were holding back.

that had him springing into action. yangyang was an energetic and playful boy, but he was serious when he needed to be and he knew exactly how to take care of you when you needed him.

"oh baby, come here," he cooed, pulling you into his arms and stroking the back of your head softly. as soon as he did, your arms were clinging to him, your form shaking slightly in his hold. he was sure his heart had broken, your weak sobs making him want to cry too. but he wouldn't, for you.

he waited patiently for you to let it all out, holding you by the door until you were ready to talk. when you sniffled and lifted your head, he brushed the hair from your forehead, staying quiet and giving you room to speak.

"i'm sorry." he knew you were going to apologize, but let you keep going. "i wasn't ignoring you, i was held up after class and i just wanted to come home so badly but he wouldn't let me and i didn't even realize the time."

"was it that professor?" you nodded, yangyang following suit in understanding. the one who always gave you a hard time about your assignments.

"that prick. one of these days i'm going to have to give that old man a talking to," he pouted, earning a giggle and a weak slap on the arm from you. he continued, "i will! i'm not above fighting an old person."

your giggles erupted into a full belly laugh, your bright smile returning to your face, lighting up the room once again. there you were.

he just watched you with his big gummy smile, happy that, for the most part, you were okay and that you were smiling again.

"i was just kidding, by the way, i wasn't actually starving."

you shook your head, scoffing at him. "you can get your own food, you know," you teased back weakly.

he didn't respond, his deep brown eyes boring into you and making you feel small. "well... what do you want to have? it's still a bit early for dinner but we can start to make something. or order something later?" you asked.

yangyang shook his head, his hands holding you by your waist and pulling you closer to him. "i don't really want to eat right now."

your eyebrows furrowed together, "mm, okay. what do you want then?"

he leaned forward until he was flat against you, a hand trailing down your back as he spoke, "just want you. let me make you feel better."

the intent behind his words was made clear to you by his actions, his hand rubbing soothingly into the small of your back and sending a shiver down your spine. he kissed the side of your head down to your neck, stopping before he reached the sensitive skin there.

you felt yourself melting into him, your exhausted brain shutting down at his smooth voice. you felt out of control of yourself. most of all, you felt needy, wanting him more than anything now.

you leaned into him, legs nearly giving out, a small hum in the back of your throat. he smiled to himself, stepping back to place a hand behind your knees and scoop you up into his arms.

you were both shocked and impressed by the action, unaware that he had such strength. the revelation making you feel even smaller in his grasp.

yangyang carried you to your bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed and shifting you into his lap so you were sat across his legs.

one hand traced patterns on your back, his other hand smoothing up and down your thigh. he was waiting you out to make sure you wanted to continue. "are you sure this is okay? if you want we can just cuddle and watch tv or nap. those are good to me too."

your heart clenched at your boyfriend's sweet words, his soft tone breaking you down into a yearning mess for him. the feeling was unfamiliar to you, with you usually having good control of them. you just nodded and hid your face in his chest.

he chuckled and lifted you from his lap to stand you in front of him, his long legs on each side of you. "let's get these off of you."

his movements were slow and calculated as he pulled your sweater over your head. he was treating you like fragile china that would shatter in his hands at any moment. it only made you weaker. with the same carefulness he removed your bottoms, leaving you bare in front of him while he was still fully clothed.

you felt like you had been put under a microscope, acutely aware of his gaze as his eyes wandered over every curve and dip of your body. if the pure adoration wasn't so present in his eyes, you might have felt a bit self-conscious. the only thing you felt was the overwhelming desire for him to take you right there.

you were having trouble finding your words, unsure of what you even wanted to say, so you just tugged at the bottom of his hoodie hoping he'd get the hint.

he grinned, that mischievous grin you'd come to love, and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, his toned chest and arms on display for your glazed over eyes. you were barely thinking anymore, just feeling. the heaviness of the atmosphere weighed on you, making you crave him more.

your hands flew to smooth skin, fingers trailing over his prominent collar bones to his shoulders that had gotten bigger in recent months. he shivered when you dragged your nails down his abdomen, feeling up every part of him.

it wasn't usually like this. you and yangyang were pretty much always on the same wavelength, being more inclined to have fun and be less serious when you were having sex, even trying new things in a space that was more lighthearted. but this was different. this was much deeper. it was so intimate.

you felt yourself growing more timid, which was another first. your dynamic with him was different, as well, you being the one who was more experienced and typically leading. it alternated back and forth between you two, yangyang's ability to read people being very helpful for times when you didn't feel like being in control. but even in those times, you still had control - over yourself. now you just felt vulnerable and dazed. if it weren't yangyang making you feel that way, it would have terrified you.

but the boy, with his big sparkly eyes that were looking up at you now, only filled your heart with warmth, no fear present. without realizing it you had crawled back into his lap, fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans in a lazy attempt to undo it.

he laughed from deep in his chest, amused by the far off look on your face as you fumbled your way around him. he kept his comments to himself, only pressing his lips to your forehead and pushing his pants down his hips.

when you didn't make a move to let him take them off, he lifted you in his arms once again, flipping you slowly and laying you under the plush blanket.

he knew your mind was shutting off and it had his chest swelling with fullness to know he made you comfortable enough to get that way. you were always the responsible one, so often shouldering the burdens and taking care of him on top. you rarely let your guard down, even with him at times. it took him a while just to get you to open up to him in the beginning. but even at your most vulnerable, you always maintained control.

to be able to see those walls come down and for you to allow yourself to. to put enough trust in him to have total control over you made his heart pound behind his ribs. he wanted to be everything you needed, everything you were to him. to make you feel special and cared for and safe. he knew it would take a while, and now that it's here, he feels so full. full of love for you. and he just wants to show that to you.

yangyang quickly tore off his jeans and crawled up to you on the bed, leaving a trail of kisses up your leg, over your stomach and chest all the way to your lips, molding his together with yours and warming you from the inside out.

tugging at the blankets beneath you to pull them up, he moved so you both were under the covers, and settled himself between your legs on top of you.

he looked down at you with such fondness in his eyes, taking in every small detail and gracing every spot with a kiss as he went. the adoration he felt for you was immeasurable, all consuming. you were so special to him. you understood him and complimented him in a way no one else could, always making him feel loved and seen. now he could return the gesture. 

yangyang lowered himself and kissed you with all the emotions he couldn’t contain, something so tender and full of passion. the warmth that was radiating from him was so overwhelming you could cry right there. but you just kissed him back, meeting him in that place and returning his devotion.

he held you close in his embrace, a hand wandering down your stomach to your side and rubbing at your hipbone with his thumb. his fingers danced across your thigh to your core, met with the slick heat of your folds. he parted them with a finger, spreading your wetness up and down, kissing you all the while. his tongue brushed against yours in slow, focused motions. he let his finger slide back down, dipping into your entrance and making you gasp on his lips. 

he slid his finger into you all the way, curling it and drawing broken whines from you. yangyang moved back and began crawling down between your legs and your hands flew to him, grabbing at his shoulders to stop him.

you shook your head, clinging to him, “don’t need to. want you inside.”

he froze, stomach flipping at your demure tone as he returned to his spot over you. “okay, baby, let me grab a condom-”

“no,” you held his arms, lifting your hips to meet his untended erection, “want you like this, if that’s okay.”

he crashed his lips against yours, nodding and moaning into you, his need for you just as intense. he used a hand to trace along your slit with his length, coating himself in your essence before pressing the tip to your opening. slowly he pushed into you, your muscles loosening to accommodate his width. the defined edges of his head rubbed against your walls deliciously as he inched himself into you further, the feeling already too much for you in this state. 

he stilled, lips parting from yours to search your eyes for any discomfort, finding none. you pulled him back to you and encouraged him with a small thrust of your hips. without hesitation he pushed the rest of his length into you, bottoming out and reaching a place inside you that had your body humming with satisfaction. he was so close, you could feel every detail of him, hot and twitching in your center. you thought for a second that you could even stay like this, but you wanted more of him. 

when you wiggled your hips, he got the hint, laughing through his nose where his lips were pressed to your jaw. “tell me how you want it, baby.”

“don’t care. just want to feel you deep inside.” 

he couldn’t help but find you adorable and stroked your cheek, pushing aside the feelings that arose in him to focus on you. yangyang lifted himself on his arms and pulled out of you, thrusting back into you with a force that had you arching off the bed. 

lowering his head to your chest, he kissed your breast so softly you almost didn’t register it, a whimper escaping when he took your nipple between his lips.

he paid special attention to all of your sensitive areas, making sure to cover every part of you with his affection, while rolling his hips into you in a slow rhythm. it wasn’t like you to just lie and take it, you always wanted to make him feel good too. but you were sure that if it weren’t involuntary, you wouldn’t even be breathing right now. 

yangyang returned to your lips, pouring himself into you and giving you all that he could. he was losing himself in you already, quickly coming undone from the velvet feel of you wrapped around him so tightly. he wanted to be as close to you as possible, to be one with you. he increased his speed, pumping into you harder trying to get as much friction as he could for the both of you.

each thrust sent shivers across your skin. he was thrusting into you so hard you swore you could feel it in your womb. the thought had you bringing your legs up around him to hold him closer, all sorts of primal desires swimming in your mind.��

he shifted in your hold, hitting that sweet spot in you with his next thrust and ripping a cry from your throat. at your reaction he picked up the pace, now pounding into you and rendering you a moaning, panting mess. you’d never felt this good before, feeling the heat pooling in your core and building up with pressure. 

you felt like you were drifting away from yourself, from reality. you couldn’t hear any outside sounds or see anything besides the white taking over your vision. you weren’t even thinking. all of your senses were overtaken by one thing; yangyang. your body ached with the need to feel him even deeper inside of you. you wanted him to push himself into you as far as he could and plant his seed there. you wanted him to mark you on the inside, in the deepest, most intimate way. it was all you could think.

"please,” your voice sounded separate from you, struggling to form the words, “please fill me. want you to fill me up. make me yours.” 

yangyang felt like his arms were going to give out on him, the meaning of what you said flashing in his mind and making him quake from deep within. you two had always played it safe, even though you were on birth control, he would always pull out and finish somewhere else. hearing you ask for him to finish inside you had his control slipping, his movements growing sloppier as he chased that feeling.

he crashed his lips against yours, nodding and moaning against you. his hips drilled into you and had you tightening around him, the feeling drawing airy moans from his lips. the air was permeated with the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing, but the only thing he could focus on was your sweet voice. 

lowering himself onto his elbows he slid his hands under your back, hugging you and burying his face in your neck as he felt himself nearing the edge. “you gonna come for me, baby? let go all over my dick while i fill you up?” 

you whined and rut your hips up into his, dragging your nails across his back and making him hiss. you nodded, pleading with him to keep going, to give it to you, that being the only thought you could form. “i’m-” 

everything went white, then seeped into a warm gold like sunlight pouring over you, your body as weightless as a fluffy cloud floating in the sky. the only thing keeping you on earth being yangyang’s touch and his smooth voice as he reached his high immediately after you, burying himself in you and filling you in your deepest part. 

yangyang moaned against your neck as he rode out his high, lightly bucking his hips and milking himself in you, giving you every last drop in him. 

you felt his cum in spurts, spilling into you and spreading heat to your womb. you’d never felt anything like it before. you felt full. you felt whole. and you felt absolutely weightless as you came down from your high, your senses flooded as you drifted back into the room. 

when you opened your eyes you were met with the dim light pouring in from the living room and yangyang resting his head on your shoulder. everything seemed to have a rosy tint to your eyes, the room glowing faintly pink. 

yangyang raised his head to look at you, a small smile coming to his lips and making him look like the cute boy you had fallen for some time ago. the sparkle in his eyes made your heart skip and you pulled him in for a kiss, melting into his touch. he let himself drop onto you, still seated inside of you. 

when it came to yangyang, everything else fell away. there was nothing that took over your mind more than him. nothing that you made feel as whole as you did now. as complete as you did, just having him this close. you felt you could stay like this with him forever. 

[astranva]

Dream With Me

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Some explicit language? Not really though.

Category: Pure fluff!

Summary: One thing Harry loves about his girlfriend is her ability to make up the most interesting bedtime stories for him every night. How does it make her feel when he narrates one of her own to the world?

Or

The one where Y/N makes up bedtime stories for Harry and he records one for the world to listen to.

        When you tour the world, sing and prance on stages, write, model, play the guitar and piano, get interviewed, have people follow you everywhere, it’s safe to say that the best time to relax and let loose is when you sleep.

Harry enjoyed staying home with his girlfriend more than anything. Relaxed, chill days were his favorite; days when she’d be on the couch reading or on her laptop playing whatever video game she decided to try with people from online, he’d be lounging lazily beside her, his breath steady and calm when she’d run her fingers through his hair momentarily or when he’d be subconsciously playing with hers.

Days when their apartment would smell like pastries after she’d try baking something she saw on the television, or when it would smell like her favorite homecooked meal that Harry’s eyes would almost glimmer with happiness when she’d sneak and steal from the food he was cooking, watching her closing her eyes and a smile making its way to her face the moment she does, and he’d know that he has done a good job this time, again.

Harry loved the domestic life as much as he loved his job as an artist and entertainer. The euphoria he got the moment the crowd sang back to him, is one that he felt he achieved as well when he was with his girlfriend of 2 years when she’d be dancing to his songs in his clothes. The happiness he felt when someone would hug him and tell him that he means so much to them, is one he feels within just her smile in mornings or the soft, random kisses she’d give him. The bashfulness that would engulf him when someone would tell him that he’s good looking, was one that he felt when his girlfriend would tease him by wolf-whistling when he’d show her a new outfit or suit or just going anywhere really.

Don’t even get him started on how he feels with every single “I love you” she promises him because he was sure there would be no feeling close to what he feels when he hears those words from her, and especially her.

But there was something else about her, too, that nobody could give him but her – her stories.

Touring the world and doing what he does is hectic, of course, it is. It can be stressful, pressuring, and just plain tiring. So when he goes back home later than her after her job, and he goes straight into her arms, she knows he’s going to need a story to sleep better.

He’d nuzzle his head in her neck, smelling the scent of her shampoo with a whiff of her bodywash, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck, her hands moving to gently and lightly scratch his scalp.

“How was your day?” Harry would mumble, closing his eyes and letting her softly sway them in their place.

“Was alright,” she’d answer softly, “How was yours?”

And the sigh he’d release would be enough of an answer – tiring.

“Take a quick shower, yeah? Are you hungry?” She’d pull back to look at him, a soft smile on her lips as she asks him.

Harry would shake his head, “No, still feel too full from lunch.”

“Let me grab you an apple though. Lunch was a long time ago.” She’d pat his chest, “Go. How do we feel tonight? Do we feel like rescuing dwarfs or ending capitalism?” She’d grin, and it would instantly make him grin.

“Anything is fine. Just want to sleep with you beside me.”

On some days, they’d lie on their bed and she’d make up a story about how there were 3 dwarfs who lived in a mansion with everything miniature-sized and would climb each other and wear a coat and a fedora whilst outside. Why? “You can’t tell me you never wanted to try that, Harry!”

Then on other days, she’d tell a story about a boy named Harry with a rapidly growing fish in his backpack. Ring any bell? She remembers starting that series a long time ago with him, adding twists, comedy, and metaphors along the way until Harry decided to surprise her one day with an idea for his music video;

“Hey, baby, remember the fish in my backpack? We’re using that in Adore You! See you soon! Love you xx” he had texted.

Other days she’d make him think with the most random questions and assumptions.

“History is biased, Harry. When will the world stop considering Christopher Columbus a discoverer and instead take accountability for what he did to the natives of the land? What if Christopher never happened?”

And he’d be looking at her as she talked, one of her hands playing with his hair while the other moved all over the place for emphasis and to show how absolutely wonderful and amusing that mess of her mind was.

Some days, she’d be too tired. Drained from a day at her work, she’d be lazily playing with hair as her story was told in some sort of slurs.

“And then-And then they held hands, got on their horses and- no, they got on their skateboards,” she’d chuckle sleepily, “And they ran away. They didn’t have children because they didn’t want children and figured that the world was too ugly for that right now, so they adopted a blind dog and a deaf cat, and lived happily ever after.” She’d be out the moment she finishes, and Harry would be smiling at that and his heart thumping with love for her and love for how hard she has been trying to keep the ritual of a bedtime story alive, even when she was too sleepy and tired. It could be a 1-minute story and he’d feel better, and lighter.

It was one day when Harry went back home, turmoil evident and clear on his face. She noticed how tense his body was, how he clenched his jaw and saw him rubbing his temple as he took off his cardigan and was proven right when she put her laptop on the couch beside her and Harry took a breath before letting her know what happened;

“Fucking paparazzi. Do they think that’s an actual job?”

That day, he had showered and changed into one of her oversized hoodies (he was sure it used to belong to him) and shorts before joining her in their living room to find a tuna club sandwich waiting for him with a small cup of orange juice, his girlfriend under a blanket which she had retrieved when he was showering.

He told her all about the drama he faced that day over his tuna sandwich, giving her “thank you!”s every single time she agreed with him on how annoying they were.

“I get that people are different and that the economy is shit and everybody’s doing anything to get money but trying to trip me so they could get a photo? Why?” He rhetorically asked, shrugging.

“I agree, like,” her eyebrows furrowed as one of her arms reached out as if she was talking to somebody else but him, “Treat people with kindness, you assholes!”

And then there was a pause before Harry began to giggle, all the way to a loud laugh and struggling to catch his breath. She joined him, choosing to tackle him in a hug, hugging his head close to her chest before kissing his forehead, “Nobody is allowed to make you mad, you hear me, Styles? Now finish up, I think I know what to say tonight.”

She had taken a seat on Harry’s piano right after she uttered her last word, Harry turning his body around as he watched her with excitement and amusement. She cleared her throat, “This next song is dedicated to my mans,” Harry laughed, taking his phone in his hand and recording her as a keepsake, “It’s a song I worked very hard on. Stayed up all day and night.” She played offkey notes on the piano, “Harry, love,” she said slowly as she turned her head around to look at him, laughing when she found him recording her with the biggest grin on his face, “This one is for you.”

He had taught her how to play the Happy Birthday theme song on the piano when she joined him on tour once and began laughing when he heard her playing exactly that but with her own lyrics.

“Y/N makes me good stories, Y/N makes me good stories, Y/N makes me good stories,” she pressed the wrong key, letting out a tiny “oop” before continuing, “And she will make me sleep better toooonight.”

After, what she called a “skit”, they both brushed their teeth, did their night-time skincare routine, and were finally in bed.

Taking their usual position, Harry was on his side, looking at her with one arm draped around her waist. She was on her side, looking at him, one hand playing with his hair.

“Let’s try something different,” she suggested softly. “Close your eyes.”

Harry smiled at her, squinting teasingly which caused her to chuckle softly.

“Close your eyes, you baboon.”

So he did.

“Follow my instructions. Take a deep breath in,” she instructed, watching and hearing him follow her, “And then out. In.” He did as was said, “And out.”

Harry felt like almost sleeping from just how soft and gentle she was being, with the couple of deep breaths that he took, it felt like he could really feel how soothing the setting was; his hair played with, on clean sheets that smelled like the vanilla detergent they both loved mixed with her own scent, her presence beside him. It felt like heaven.

“Have you ever wondered what happens when you sleep?” She rhetorically asked, “Where you go, and what you feel; the places that you seek. When you start to drift away, your mind becomes a book,” she paused, “That writes itself then fades away before you wake to look.”

Harry almost swooned at what she said, embracing the calmness her words, voice, and overall presence radiated.

“Tonight, we’re going to think about anything you’d like.”

His mind instantly flashed to a scene that he had been dreaming and thinking too much about. The beach, him and his Y/N, wet with water and laughing before 3 kids were squealing and running around them. Call him a sap, but he saw a future with her and he loved kids.

“But let’s visualize some scenes. Clear your mind, love.” The hand which played with his hair stopped momentarily before he felt her knuckles softly caressing his temple and down to his cheek, making his reflexively smile which instantly put a smile on her face. “Let’s head to places more celestial.” She whispered.

“Imagine you’re there beneath the stars, which when you pause to think about it, actually, you are.” A sweet, gentle kiss followed her statement on his nose, watching him scrunch it with a wide smile and a hot face with a blush.

“You are, too.” He whispered, inching closer to her.

“Hush.” She said jokingly but blushed, before continuing the story which she had actually been thinking about for a while but saved for the right time.

She went on, describing sceneries for him and watching his lips tug into smiles as he listened to her, his face showing her different emotions despite having his eyes closed.

“Travel with me to moonlit valleys, blanketed with heather, the kind of landscape you and I could dream about forever.”

Harry was sure that if he wasn’t so sleepy, he’d be grabbing his journal to jot down everything she was saying and make it into a song, but he couldn’t cut their moment short. He didn’t have the heart to.

His Y/N continued, letting him relax more and more with every word she said.

He probably smiled the widest and felt like his heart would beat its way out of chest when she spelled out the word “love” to him, pecking different parts on his face with a kiss as she did.

“L,” she pecked his nose, “O,” she pecked one of his eyes and giggled when his face scrunched up in surprise, “V,” she pecked his temple, “E,” she pecked his cheek, “Love.” She kissed him softly and quickly.

And when she told him to think of “the ones he cherishes the most”, Harry couldn’t help but let out a low sigh of contentment as he imagined a garden with his family, friends and in between them, right under a spotlight, stood his Y/N in a flowy white floral dress, smiling so lovingly at him.

That night, Y/N watched Harry’s body get more relaxed by the minute, breath getting steadier until she realized that he had fallen asleep, his arm limp on her waist and his leg draped over hers.

“Goodnight.” She whispered.

He woke up before her the following morning, with a smile that proved that he, in fact, had a good and peaceful night's sleep. When he woke up, he realized that she was spooning him; one of her arms holding him tight, her leg over him, her head leaning against the back of his as he held her hand which was draped on his stomach.

Harry had to pause and reflect. Yesterday’s bedtime stories were probably one of her best and he was sure that if his Y/N decided to take that to the next level and write it down and read it to help ease those with a difficulty sleeping or anxiety, she would be helping out more people than she would imagine.

He stayed in his place for a while, scrolling through his phone and watching the previous night’s video without sound so that he wouldn’t disturb her. He watched how she laughed in that video, how domestically free and shamelessly herself she was, how she effortlessly managed to carry the weight of that day’s burdens off of his shoulders and throw it away.

Y/N woke up not long after and Harry felt it when he heard her let out a groan before she stretched, him instantly turning around to see her. “Good morning, beastie.” He joked as he always did to her in the morning.

“Morning, beauty.” She replied sleepily with a smile. “How was your sleep?”

“I’m certain that you’re a magician, Y/N. I’m sure of it.”

“Oh shoot. Caught.” She teased, wrapping herself around him by climbing and lying on top of him, feeling his arms wrap around her. “But really, how was it?”

“It was amazing. What was that last night?” He asked gently.

“What? You didn’t like it?”

“Like-Y/N, I loved it. That was some therapeutic shit right there.” His chest vibrated with chuckles, “Seriously. I think I want you to record that.”

Her eyebrows rose up and as did her head as she looked at him, “Really?”

“Yes!” He nodded eagerly.

“Wait, I have to show you something now that you mentioned it.” She grinned before climbing off of him and getting out of bed and walking towards her bedside table, mumbling about how she could’ve “shifted closer and gotten it without having to get out of bed.” She opened her drawer, taking out the notebook Mitch had gifted her for some reason last Christmas. It was a medium-sized notebook which had koalas on it with the title being “I’m 100% koalafied to become president!”

She sat beside Harry, who sat up and looked at her with both confusion and excitement as she shuffled through the pages.

“Here,” she stopped at one page, “That’s like, an outline? I don’t know what you call it. But I decided I’d write a bedtime story for you and that’s what I read to you yesterday.” She looked like a kid who had just won first place at a spelling-bee competition as she gave Harry her notebook.

His eyes fell on the title, “Dream with me.” He said softly.

“It’s cliché I know, forget about it.” She said bashfully, waving her hands around.

“No, it’s not,” Harry shook his head, “I did dream with you. Darling, this is incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” Harry laughed excitedly, putting the notebook aside, “Write more, will you?” He asked softly as he opened his arms, letting her move to place herself on his lap and wrap her arms around him.

“Don’t treat me as if I’m a professional. You’re overfeeding my ego.” She joked.

“And why not? You are the best bedtime storyteller I have ever seen.” He said lowly.

“You think too highly of me, Harry.”

“Not too high,” He shook his head with a smug smile, “Just enough to appreciate how bloody talented you are.”

And that began a new ritual. It then became usual for Harry to find his girlfriend perched up anywhere, her koala notebook supported on a cushion on her lap as she wrote away stories which she told him every night, deciding on the perfect ones according to different times and moods.

One day, an idea popped in her head.

Due to the pandemic and how they were both staying safe and going out only when absolutely necessary, Y/N knew how chaotic and sad the world was. She knew some chaos needed to happen, knew that some chaos was revolutionary which is why she decided against staying home and silent and was with Harry during the BLM protests, knowing that something had to be done and that something wasn’t to sit and mope.

But everyone deserved the breather. Everyone deserved to let out a breath and to catch a good night's sleep.

It was when she stumbled upon a video on YouTube that was a 39-minute video of just Harry talking with rain in the background and she saw the comments from fans that she gasped and almost sprinted to Harry.

Harry, sitting in his recording and music room, was sat on a chair with his guitar, strumming and humming when his girlfriend barged in and began to ramble. “I’m sorry I didn’t knock but it’s so important! There are so many people we can help, or like, you can, and it’s super easy, you already have the equipment and ev-“

“Y/N!” His eyes widened as he called for her and put his guitar aside, “Honey, calm down. It’s okay. Let’s talk. Come here.” He held his arm out.

She blushed and began laughing quietly at herself as she seated herself on his lap, brushing back her hair. “Sorry, sorry, too excited.”

Harry smiled, “And I absolutely love it but I’m having just a liiittle bit of hard time understanding.”

She laughed before taking a deep breath and straightening her posture, “Alright. You know how awful everything has been? How-How busy and noisy the world has been for a while?” She asked and Harry nodded, “Well do you know that your fans have a video of you on YouTube with many interviews in there because they love your voice? And they added rain and everything, reduced noise.”

“Oh, wow.” He tried to conceal his blush by laughing.

“I know! You know how good your voice is so why don’t you give the world a little something?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “I sing?”

“No, they know that. They have your songs and covers and everything but you talking?” She raised an eyebrow at him with a suggestive smile.

“Baby, I really don’t think I’m getting anything.”

“Read them something! A bedtime story.” She suggested with an excited smile and a gleeful tone.

“Like you do to me?” He asked, wanting to understand better.

“Yeah, exactly like that. You can upload it on your website or see if any app is willing to partner, whatever you want.”

“Do you think people would like that?” Harry asked again, wrapping his arms tighter around her to bring her closer as he looked up at her.

Y/N smiled and gently cupped his face, “They’ll absolutely adore it.”

Harry hummed, in thought. “Yeah well, I can’t do that on my own.”

She nodded, “You have connections. Jeff has connections, you can find a part-“

“No, love, I mean I can’t do it without you.” He grinned up at her, watching as her face then showed confusion, “Not without your beautiful, absolutely wonderful stories.”

Her eyes widened, her head tilted. “What? No. These are for you. Told you I’m no professional, Harry. I’m sure there are faaar better people.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Nonsense. We do this together or we let people have trouble sleeping.”

“You manipulative piece of shit.” She shook her head with a smile, leaning her head back, Harry chuckling.

“Dream with me.” He said after a moment, “I can read Dream With Me.”

She looked at him for a moment, her smile widening before she nodded, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss. “I love you.”

Remember what I said about the indescribable feeling he got when she said those three words? It was there.

And she felt it, too, when he replied with a promise of his – “I love you, too. So much.”

---

Harry had contacted Jeff, who had contacted some people before finally landing on a partnership with Calm. There were two conditions in this work;

Harry would record from his home.

He would be reading his girlfriend’s story.

Now imagine owning a company of that sort as Calm and having Harry Styles contact you with these two conditions. Yes.

It took a couple of days. In the comfort of their own home, Harry and Y/N had him record then they would tweak some stuff then they would listen and try again. They were aware that music would be added, and Y/N was way too excited to listen to the final product.

In his denim hat, black t-shirt, striped cream-colored pants, using his Vans as slippers – which Y/N always cringed at and told him that it would ruin his shoes – and the script in his hand, Y/N stood on the side, admiring. He had allowed his scruff to grow, which she definitely wasn’t complaining about. A bracelet she made him when they were only friends years ago on his wrist, its colors washed out from when he’d shower or swim with it. Headphones were on his head, but she knew he could hear her if she said anything.

When she took her phone out to take a picture, Harry’s eyes moved to her before moving back to the script with a smile.

“Maybe all the memories that we’ve gathered here tonight are all dreams now remembered or wishes in plain sight. No matter what, they’re with us now, for this night and forever. And every time we close our eyes, they’re yours and mine to treasure. Goodnight, and sleep well.”

Harry then turned to look at her, eyes gleaming with happiness and calmness, as her hands were clutched together against her chest, watching and listening.

“I love you.” He added.

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Body Pillow

Taehyung x Reader requested by anon (May) | 27.) First cuddle

Warnings: Literally fluff and gentle pining, drunken shenanigans 

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This is poorly edited, oh god. 

I give up on trying to teach myself what a drabble is, because idk if I’ll ever understand what it means to write a DRABBLE. Anyway this is hella overdue but I’m still working on these cuddle prompts! Hope anonnie May is still around to read this horrible mess 🥺💕

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Wow, you were getting sleepy.

It was the alcohol, no doubt about it, but for some reason this time getting tipsy felt a little different. Usually you were quite reserved and withdrawn when mixing alcohol and social interactions, but tonight it was just you, your roommate Jimin and his close group of friends having a pizza night in.

Well, after half a year of getting to know them they'd fast become friends of yours as well, but they were still a pack of loud, goofy college boys that drove you mad with their testosterone stink 90% of the time. You really did have to take them in small doses to begin with, but all seven were amazingly driven people through and through. You loved them for it, and honestly sometimes you really just needed to be in their presence to relax and de-stress.

Like right now, actually. 

You were drunker than usual, and it all had to do with the fact that you were relaxed. Carefree and laughing up a storm with the boys as they joked and hollered over whatever video game or story was being played out. For the first time in a while ... you could simply chill.

Yeah, chill out. Not zone the hell out.

You blinked harshly, eyes coming back into focus as a hand waved in front of your face cautiously, and all of a sudden a handsome view leaned into your field of vision. "Hellooo? You're so fucked honey." Taehyung chuckled, eyes crinkling in amusement as he shared a glance with Yoongi behind him.

"I'm- no way," you huffed, trying to downplay the way your cheeks were heating up at his proximity by slapping his hand away.

"Okay, but you're getting there." Yoongi stepped forward and nudged Taehyung back to reach for your plastic cup. "We know you're not used to having this much so just slow down, alright?"

Any other day you would've been frustrated at how the two boys seemed to baby you, but it was clear by their smiles that they were also getting some enjoyment out of it. In all honesty, you were having a great time and you had to admit that ruining it all by blacking out or making a mess was the last thing you wanted to do.

You'd still only known them all for a few months, so you didn't want to somehow damage the already comfortable relationships you'd built in such a short time.

"Okay, you're right." You let Yoongi lift the drink away from you, trying not to smile when Taehyung lightly chuckled again at the way you swayed in your seat. The other boys were already getting loud once more as Jungkook overtook Jimin in Mario Kart, the whooping and shouts of anger mostly coming from the remaining onlookers, Hobi, Namjoon and Seokjin.

You grabbed another slice of pizza from the table and stepped around Taehyung to reclaim your spot next to Jimin, feeling the younger's eyes burn into your back the entire way.

~

Thankfully, Yoongi and Tae had forced you to take a break at the perfect moment, because you were really feeling buzzed now. It was an oddly euphoric sensation, feeling the world spin ever so slightly with laughter falling from your lips for barely any reason at all. Why hadn't you done this with them sooner?

"A package? Well it's not for me..."

Your eyes flew open upon hearing Jimin hum from the front door, lightly slurred tone curious and confused. The rest of you who were gathered in the living room fell quiet as the murmurs of conversation between him and the delivery man came to an end.

There’s a package at the door?

Then your brain cells finally kicked into gear, because oh … it was also your door.

"Wait, it's mine then." You shakily tried to put your glass of water on the table to get up, and Namjoon tutted in disapproval while darting out a hand to steady your drunk form as you rose. The faces of the other boys swam in your vision for a moment since you'd been sitting down for what felt like ages, and it was genuinely hard not to snort out a laugh at the sight of Jungkook having six eyes.

"What is it?" Jimin asked as he rounded the corner with a large plastic parcel in hand, his plump cheeks very pink from the liquor and blown out cutely. Your focus came crashing back to the mysterious parcel in his small hands.

You tried to scour the corners of your buzzing mind but couldn't remember what you'd bought online for the life of you. You gently took the package from your roommate and squinted down at your name written on the label, earning muffled sounds of amusement from the rest of the guys watching you attempt to read. "I seriously forgot, but anyway let me open it..."

"Uh uh, no way," a scolding tone came from behind you when you reached for the scissors on the kitchen benchtop. You squeaked in surprise when Taehyung yanked them away from your grasp, and he darted to the side playfully before you could even think of chasing him up.

"Yeah, if anyone it'll be Tae using the scissors since he hasn't even had a drink." Hoseok laughed, poking your cheek when you grumbled and pouted.

The others went back to the game playing on the TV while you, Taehyung and Jimin stood around to open the package. It was incredibly soft underneath the plastic wrapping, and the more that was peeled away the more you remembered your spontaneous buy.

"Oh!" You pulled up the massive lump of lime green and white cotton, the largest smile breaking out onto your flushed face. "It's the wearable blanket I wanted!"

"Wearable ... what now?" Yoongi murmured from his spot on the couch.

"Blanket," you finished, and threw the long, heavy bundle of soft material over your head. It acted as a hoodie of sorts, only oversized to the absolute max. The warm buttery feeling of the wool against your skin had you melting on the spot in the best possible way.

"What's it like?" Taehyung murmured quietly when your eyes began to flutter shut in ecstasy, any hint of the chill in the air vanishing in an instant. He seemed to be gripped in a childlike fascination for how truly extra the item of clothing - or blanket? - was. You tried not to flush even more when he stepped closer to gently pinch some of the material between his long fingers, large wonderful eyes widening at the feeling.

"So soft, and warm," you hummed in response to his question, stepping away from him to sink back into the couch now that you were quite literally drowning in fluffy blanket-like fabric. Your hazy mind could barely comprehend anything that was happening around you now that you were reaching peak levels of comfort.

Taehyung followed you down, and you vaguely registered the dip in the couch cushion as he perched himself next to you. Your eyes were closed in pure bliss, but the brief aroma of his lavender lotion swimming around your head told you it was him. You could never mistake this addicting scent; you'd grown to like it way too much in these past few months.

Too bad you were too inebriated to really act on your small crush now, considering he was literally sitting beside you and giving his full, undivided attention for the first time ... ever, actually.

The following hour flew by, but you were still completely lost in the softness of your toasty hoodie-blanket hybrid. There was no doubt that the novelty would last a long time yet, seeing how Jimin would whine out of jealousy every ten minutes or so until you finally caved, letting him have a 'turn' for an entire 60 seconds before demanding it back.

It was cold, and you were a cuddly drunk...

As the boys continued with their game, you soon felt a slight pressure rest on your shoulder ever so slightly. You cracked one eye open to see a mop of black curls out of the corner of your eye, but the haziness flooding your brain meant you couldn't really feel as flustered as you would've - say a few hours ago.

Taehyung's fingers still fiddled with the thick fabric of your blanket-sleeve, but you could barely feel his touch through the sheer amount of wool in between your arm and his hand. Something about that bugged you, but you couldn't muster the energy to think any harder at this point.

"It's the softest thing I've ever felt," he commented, a small smile evident in the way his tone tapered off into a chuckle.

You sighed and sunk further into the bed of cotton surrounding you. "Yeah, won't last long though considering how much I'm gonna use it during winter. Make the most of it while you can, Tae."

His lips parted in slight shock. "Can I?" the boy asked in a low tone, but for what exactly you still weren't quite sure. You turned your head and blinked open both eyes drowsily, grateful that you'd managed to sober up enough by now that there weren't two of him floating around beside you.

Well, more like on you at this point. You took a quick glance at everyone else to see if they were aware, but nobody was looking, and you were sure nobody would even care. Taehyung was quite touchy with his friends and you'd definitely seen it on multiple occasions, but never with you.

Not yet anyway.

He seemed to take your pause as hesitation rather than confusion. "You just look so huggable all wrapped up in it. I wanna know if it's as warm as it looks, but it's okay I can give you some room." His eyes flickered away from your face for the first time and you instantly felt the absence of his lively gaze.

He wants to hug me!?

"No Taetae c'mon." You allowed the nickname you'd always wanted to use break free - a slip the tongue thanks to the alcohol coursing through your system - and opened up your arms to invite him closer. You watched his eyes light up again like a million stars in the night sky.

"Really?" He giggled, and the sound was so adorable paired with the way his lips formed that box-like shape as he smiled, but he spared you no time for a response.

You felt the air forcefully leave your lungs when he crawled over into your heavily padded arms, his own then wrapping themselves around your waist which was swathed in mounds of cotton. You could feel the way he gently buried his face into a place near your chest. Oh God, did he just nuzzle his way in even further?

Where did he end, and you begin? Your drunken mind couldn't really focus on one singular thought, but somehow you were even comfier than before. You brought your arms back down to rest around his broad shoulders and decided to savour this moment, because you sure as hell weren't going to be able to look him in the eye after tonight.

You weren’t even that close. You being nothing more than his best friend’s roommate, and him a newfound friend you might be harbouring the tiniest crush on, but tonight was different.

"So warm..." he murmured and tightened the hold of his arms, though now you wished you could feel more skin and less wool. You imagined what it might feel like, just you and him and nothing but a normal layer of clothes separating you as you cuddled on the couch. It caused a pleased sigh to float from your lips, and you heard Taehyung let out an amused chuckle in tandem.

Could he be thinking something similar? Hopefully?

"I guess I must feel like a massive teddy bear to you," you managed to say without slurring your words, too drunk on the feeling of warmth and comfort and blossoming affection shrouding your mind.

"Damn right you do, sweetheart."

Even in the midst of all the liquid courage circulating your body you felt your heart skip a beat at the deep, relaxed tone of his voice, not to mention the pet-name. He sat up straighter and pulled you along with him, the expression on his face completely blissed out as he hugged you tighter to his frame. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, and just hoped to God there was enough fabric there to muffle the clamour.

There you both sat, locked together and bundled up in the mounds of cotton that was your wearable blanket, all until you drifted off to the best drunk sleep you’d ever had. It was the first of many cuddles you would share, unbeknownst to you at the time, but with a giggling Seokjin using his phone to take a blurry video of you both and a snickering Jimin egging him on, it was easy to see how one thing would lead to another the next day.

Sometimes, it appeared the key to winning over a man's heart was to not only become a body pillow, but become his body pillow. 

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[cosmicbash]

Misc #11? 👉👈

"Is the cat in a onesie?" "Uh no"

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Learning Marshall has a cat was shocking in itself.

Sure the rapper has never particularly shown a dislike of animals through his raps or interviews, but Colson is also pretty sure the guy has always insisted pet's just weren't his thing as well.

Like, he went online and googled the fuck out of it to make sure he wasn't crazy. Though, despite finding exactly what he expected, he also had to concede to the fact that no interviewer had ever specifically asked him about cats. Only dogs and on one occasion fish. Which, Marshall also has, in some ginormous oversized built in the wall aquarium despite his deflections.

So. Marshall's got himself a cat and some fish. A fat fluffy moody bastard of a cat that perfectly fulfills all those jokes people make about pets mimicking their owners.

Colson finds it cute.

This, however? Him coming home early from the studio to find Marshall holding his precious pet up in the air, lips pursed and a dozen "who's daddy's pretty little boy? Who's the handsomest little man?" Spilling from the man's lips.....isn't actually the weirdest thing.

Actually the tiny solid color hooded outfit covering most of the cats fur is.

"Is the cat in a fucking onesie right now?"

Praise stuttering to a stop he can only raise his eyebrows up as Marshall's baby blues widen and pan his way. Surprise at his arrival obvious.

"Uh...no?"

"That uh- that definitely looks like a onesie babe-" one that, now that he's examining a tiny bit closer, he also realizes matches the same color hoodie and sweat combo his boyfriend is sporting.

"Technically its a hoodie....and little baby cat pants."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Colson just barely manages to bite back his laugh. A loose snort the only noise slipping past his lips before he can catch it. Marshall’s little glare at that is enough to hold back the rest.

At least until he takes a few steps closer and sees the front of the cat.

"Oh my God Marsh- a chain!?"

How the fuck is he not supposed to collapse down onto the couch in a fit of laughter?

[atinymonster]

deep talks

ateez 9th member.

when jiyu finally manages to talk to wooyoung.

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taglist ➴ @galacticstxrdust, @jiyeons-closet, @banhmi07

Talking to Wooyoung proved to be harder than Jiyu expected. On top of their busy comeback schedule, Wooyoung would also not talk to her unless it was absolutely necessary. No matter how many times Jiyu attempted to talk to him, he would find a way to escape. 

And it hurt her. Wooyoung one of the people closest to her—and to have him pretend as if she doesn’t exist was like a stab to her heart. Although she may not be able to reciprocate how he feels towards her, she didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

Even the other members noticed how distant he was acting towards Jiyu. After countless interrogations, Wooyoung finally spilled the beans. It was like a slap in the face to them—they knew something was wrong, but they never would’ve thought it was a love triangle. 

Slowly, weeks passed—their days filled with endless practicing and preparing for their online comeback concert, Air Con. Which meant less chances for Jiyu to talk to Wooyoung since the minute they come back to their dorm, they all crash from exhaustion. 

Jiyu smiled less and less everyday. Seeing how he treated the others the same as if nothing happened made her heart wrench. She knew he was hurt, and she didn’t want to be selfish about the situation, so she let him be for a while. Even with Yeosang’s encouragement, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. 

They were currently having a group V-LIVE, and even ATINYs noticed how down Jiyu seemed and how it looked like Wooyoung and Jiyu were avoiding each other. They just purposely avoided reading the comments asking what was wrong. 

Reading the comments, Woooyoung glanced at Jiyu and noticed how she was practically hiding in the oversized hoodie as she watched the comments fly by on her phone. Her hood was on, which prevented him from seeing her face, but he knew it probably wasn’t her usual happy one. Seonghwa had an arm wrapped around her shoulder to comfort her. 

“Many ATINY are worried about Jiyu,” Hongjoong commented. 

Jiyu looked up and mustered up the most convincing smile she could while waving her sweater paws. “Don’t worry, ATINY! I’m just a little tired since we just finished practice,” she reassured. She technically wasn’t lying—she was a little exhausted from their dance practices.

Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at her white lie. He didn’t realize how much of an impact his behavior had on her. After the V-LIVE, Jiyu excused herself to use the bathroom. Yeosang took this chance to talk some sense into Wooyoung. 

“This can’t go on forever, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa said. “You need to talk to her.”

Wooyoung didn’t say anything and looked down at his lap. “I know...” he mumbled. “But she doesn’t look like she even wants to talk to me right now.”

Yeosang gently smacked the back of his head, making Wooyoung whine. “Are you kidding me, Wooyoung? She’s been trying to talk to you for the past two weeks and you blew her off every single time!” he said.

Wooyoung winced as he remembered all of the times Jiyu tried approaching him. But every time, he made an excuse to leave the room.

Their phones went off, indicating someone texted their group chat.

[baby monster 🐥] i’m going to be in the vocal practice room if anyone needs me. @ jongho come help with with the high note for thanxx ㅠㅠ

“This is your chance, hyung!” Jongho piped up.

Wooyoung panicked. He wasn’t expecting the chance to come so quickly. “B–But—”

“No buts,” Yeosang said as he stood up, pulling Wooyoung along with him. “It’s weird walking on eggshells around the two of you. Plus if ATINY noticed your weird behaviors, then it’s seriously affecting the both of you,” he said before practically tossing Wooyoung out of the room.

“Good luck!” he cheered before closing the door.

Wooyoung was stunned. “Yah! Did you just kick me out?!”

The others watched with surprise at Yeosang’s action. “A–Are you sure they’ll be fine?” Hongjoong asked.

Yeosang calmly sat back down. “If it doesn’t work, I’ll lock them in a room myself until they talk it out.”

Wooyoung nervously stood in front of the vocal cubicle Jiyu was in. He’d been standing there for a while now, too nervous to knock.

He took a deep breath. “Man up, Wooyoung. It’s just Baby Monster,” he reassured before softly knocking.

“It’s unlocked, Jongho,” Jiyu said from the other side of the door.

Wooyoung gently opened the door. Luckily, the table was positioned so that Jiyu’s back was to the door. She didn’t seem to realize that it was Wooyoung instead of Jongho.

She shuffled through her lyrics paper. “I don’t know how you manage to hit the high note so easily when I can barely—”

“Jiyu–ah.”

Jiyu froze hearing Wooyoung’s voice. Thinking she was hallucinating, she whipped around and indeed, it was Wooyoung. “O–Oh...hi. Sorry, I thought you were Jongho,” she meekly said before turning back around. “I think the other cubicles are open if you wanted to—”

Wooyoung took a deep breath before coming in and closing the door. “I came to talk to you,” he interrupted.

Jiyu pressed her lip into a thin line. She played with her hoodie strings, a habit of her’s that Wooyoung noticed when she’s anxious. Silence engulfed the small room. 

“What changed?” Jiyu asked after a long pause. “You suddenly avoided me like the plague for the past two weeks,” she added. 

Wooyoung felt a twinge of guilt at her small voice. “That’s because...” he trailed off. He was scared. Scared to reveal his feelings to her.

But her next words threw him off guard.

“Yeosang told me,” she revealed. “He told me during filming.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened. “Kang Yeosang—”

“He had good intentions,” she quickly added. “And you know that, too. He didn’t want you to be hurting because of an untold secret. Heck, you would’ve done the same thing if this scenario was switched around.”

Wooyoung sat in the chair next to her’s and leaned forward so that his arms were resting on his knees. “...I’m sorry.”

Jiyu looked up to the ceiling and sighed. “For avoiding me or your feelings?”

“...Both.”

Jiyu suddenly went silent, scaring Wooyoung. Looking up, he noticed her blank face as she leaned back in the chair to look at the ceiling. “Don’t apologize for your feelings, Woo. While we have some control over them, we never have complete control,” she mumbled. “In other words, it’s not your fault.”

She finally looked at him for the first time since he came in. “I get that you were hurt, and I know it was my fault, so I gave you space. But as selfish as it may sound, it hurt when you treated everyone the same but avoided me as if I didn’t even exist.”

Wooyoung felt guilt wash over him every time Jiyu spoke. 

“But it’s partially my fault, too. I guess I never realized the meanings behind your actions,” she meekly admitted. “I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”

No one said a word after, leaving them silence once again. 

“I was too focused on how I was feeling to see how much it affected you, too,” Wooyoung spoke up. “I didn’t realize me distancing myself hurt you that much. And I’m sorry, Baby Monster.”

With a small smile, she hesitantly opened her arms. “Hug?” she asked.

Wooyoung chuckled before wrapping his own arms around her. They always had a forgiving hug after their arguments. 

"I’ll be mindful of what I say. I’ll try not to mention the relationship while you’re still healing—”

“It’s okay, Baby Monster,” Wooyoung interrupted with a ruffle to her hair—well, hoodie. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. You don’t have to restrict when I’m around.”

Jiyu looked at him with a worried expression. “But—”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine,” he reassured. “But promise me that this won’t change anything between us.”

Jiyu smiled as she reached up to pat his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I kind of missed clingy Wooyoung,” she teased. 

With a mocking scoff, he gently flicked her forehead. “Now tell me about Sunwoo,” he said with a mischevious smile. “Spill the tea.”

Jiyu scoffed. “Why do you sound like those gossiping moms?” she laughed. 

“It’s the hair,” he said, flipping it to play along. 

“I think they made up,” Yunho whispered with one ear pressed against the door. The other six were huddled in a group around Yunho. “I don’t hear anyone screaming at least.”

Yeosang proudly puffed his chest. “See? Nothing to worry—”

The door suddenly opened, causing Yunho to lose balance and fall forward onto Wooyoung, which in turn made them both tumble to the ground. They both grunted from the sudden impact. Jiyu’s eyes just widened from her seat at the sight of everyone by the door.

Before she could get a word out, Wooyoung stood up and scanned the group for his victim. “YAH, KANG YEOSANG!” he screeched, charging at the poor boy. Yeosang immediately made a run for it, the others watching in slight horror and amusement at Wooyoung’s returned enthusiasm. 

Seonghwa rubbed her head. “Are you both okay now?” he asked with a tiny smile. 

Giving a little nod, Jiyu grinned for the first time in two weeks. “Yep!”

“As much as I’m happy that you two made up,” San said, “we should probably go save Yeosang.”

[unholyplumpprincess]

Winner Winner Porkchop Dinner

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Summary: Crypto and Mirage are set up on a blind date, with neither knowing that it was each other. Rivalry COULD have gotten in the way, if Elliott wasn’t too fucking pretty for his own good.

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Relationship: Crypto/Mirage

Fandom: Apex legends

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, both Crypto and Mirage are cis, anal sex/fingering, Crypto being a bottom baby, tears, overstimulation, fucking on the floor

Words: 3.2K

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Dating for legends was rather difficult. In a world that saw you as stars, people could become rather obsessive. Crypto was no stranger to the ‘starstruck’ vision upon seeing a legend. He had been one of the people who had set up the drones to broadcast them all fighting, after all. It was no different to him to pick and choose favorites.

Except now he WAS a legend. Walked among them the same way they walked with him. Partners or rivals, it didn’t matter.

Dating, again, for legends was rather difficult- and yet, Elliott Witt, better known as ‘Mirage’, famous trickster of the arena. Well, he got along just fine.

Or so he had made it seem.

~Rest under the cut~

Elliott talked a big game. Had a big mouth, for that matter. Talked about both men and women he could charm, even those who fit neither category. Last, of which, he boasted whilst making finger gun motions at Bloodhound who had waved him off with a ‘shoo’ motion as if he was a horny dog.

Something Crypto thought to be rather amusing when the flirty legend had pouted in response.

Being among them all, he’s learned they’re all much like a family. Romance could blossom between specific people within their circle, he’d seen it himself with Wraith eyeing Anita from across a room. Only to look away the second the woman’s eyes looked back at him and he’d pretended he’d never seen her looking.

Because loving while being part of this bloodied sport wasn’t an option. To stay available and don’t let feelings get in the way of how brutally they could kill each other. Only to wake up again like it never happened, except now you hold a grudge in your heart for the pain one caused you.

All for sport- entertainment.

Yet, the sponsors seemed to go crazy if they could see one of the legends being soft. The media loved it too. When someone like Wraith had seen her teammate, Bangalore, get knocked- normally she wouldn’t have thought twice about gunning down those around her and going back for the beacon. However, you could see her hesitate, flick her head back and run for her downed squad mate with an open portal to safety.

This is when Crypto truly began to get interested. Media where he was from- if someone was that popular, they would have been KILLED for daring to date someone. It wouldn’t have made them ‘available’ for minds all around. But, it seemed media across all planets alike delighted in the idea of love blossoming in war.

He’d watched it himself online. Different articles popping online. How Wraith would huff and throw a magazine across the legends’ lounge room or toss it at Elliott who’d playfully tease her about it.

It affected legends as well.

And when he’d picked up the magazine and looked at the headline, with a still of Wraith and Anita making eye contact whilst picking one another up, with the words ‘LOVE IN KINGS CANYON?’?

Well. Maybe he wouldn’t mind it if something like this affected him either.

It’s why he agrees to this stupid blind date thing. A mutual of his, someone he didn’t quite trust but she was at least a nice enough person, had a brilliant idea of a blind date. Said she knew someone who was JUST his type. There was no need for awkward ‘do you like girls or boys?’ conversations to happen, thankfully he knew it was at least a man he was meeting.

Crypto could only feel anxiety when he woke up that morning. Twisting in his stomach about who they could be. What did they look like? Would they mind if he was a quiet person? Would they worry and fret too much over him not talking the whole time? Would they be funny? Would they have curly hair- long hair- were they kind?

So many questions.  

The unknown made him paranoid.

The woman leads him to a nice café. Crypto, for the date, adorned an oversized black hoodie that’s left unzipped, a lower black face mask with a filter on it, a low cut white shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. He felt more punk than anything, but it was casual for a setting like this. Except, perhaps, all of the jewelry he wore around his neck.

She guides him to the back to sit down, a nice little area while she excitedly chirps that she’ll be right back with his date.

Crypto’s on edge the entire three minutes and twenty two seconds she is gone. Fussing with a little fidget toy in his pocket to keep a hand busy and keeping his other resting on the table in case he needed to jab at someone.

Prepared, not paranoid.

The chatter of the café is quiet. The music is soft, and yet his shoulders are taut.

But then he sees her walking back over, someone behind her, taller, curly hair-

“Oh! Hey, buddy!” Comes from the man as he comes padding over excitedly like a dog, sitting in front of Crypto with a big, dimpled smile on his face.

Elliott Witt.

No fucking way.

Crypto’s eyes widen, and he looks up at their mutual friend who passes him a wink and a, “Have fun, boys!” Before she’s off.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Elliott continues with a bit of a laugh exhaling from him. Fiddling with his hands uncharacteristically in his lap. Nervous, it appeared, as Crypto’s eyes smooth over his frame. “S-so ya’ like coffee? No- no it was tea, right? I can order for us! Er, Wraith was saying sometimes you come out at night and make tea?” Definitely nervous.

He cleaned up well enough without wearing his sponsors or his gear for that matter. A v neckline on a black t-shirt that was form hugging, a yellow and black printed flannel with the sleeves rolled up just above his elbows to show strong, hairy forearms. Form fitting black jeans hugged him just as well and his hair was styled to the side. Curls looking washed and fresh with their fluffy texture.

He cleaned up extremely well.

Elliott is fussing again, nervously displaying his hands out on the table as he fusses with his hands. Crypto can’t help but think it’s kind of...endearing.

They’d been rivals on the battlefield ever since their first match together. Mark on the scoreboard, he supposed that may have been his fault for counting and rubbing it in Elliott’s face. But...

“Tea would be nice.” He finally speaks up, cutting Elliott off as he pulls his mask down to rest around his neck so he could prepare.

He watches Elliott’s eyes light up like an excited dog’s, nodding his head quickly as his curls move with the motions. “Yeah! Y-yeah, yeah of course, gimme a sec. Preference?”

And that’s how they spent that afternoon. Not as legends, or as rivals. But as two people set up on a blind date and enjoying one another’s company. Even laughed when Elliott had sputtered and quietly shout-whispered the question of ‘YOU HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING?!’ when Crypto had stuck his tongue out.

Crypto hated to admit it. But he had a great time.

And then an even better time the time after that, and then the next. Aaaand another.

Until the new headlines were now saying ‘LOVE BLOSSOMING IN NEW “MELTDOWN” ARENA?’ with their faces on it.

--

Their relationship was under wraps. No one knew, no one was allowed to know in full, but the media could speculate. That much Elliott allowed. Little teases to the public whilst Crypto preferred not to do interviews.

Their relationship blossoms from there. They become close- turns out they both had missing family members. Crypto opens up about his sister, Mila. While Elliott opens up about his brothers. He speculates they may have passed in war, but that he holds out hope. While Crypto opens up that he worries that she was killed, and that if she wasn’t, that she was not in agony.

There, they build their foundation on. Trust and love. Opening up to each other slowly. Elliott is much easier to open up about himself and his interests, Crypto is harder. He doesn’t talk anymore on his past from his sister or his mother, only bits and pieces. He allows Elliott into his life slowly, more and more until one another cannot stand to sleep alone.

Wraith teases Elliott nowadays on who is making goo-goo eyes now. Crypto over hears it through the walls and tries not to smile at their antics.

It’s in the ring they have to be more mindful. After the first guess of their relationship, Crypto had to explain to Elliott that though his partner may have loved the cameras, Crypto did not. The attention became too much, and Elliott immediately made that all die down. With his charming smile and a joke about how if he had chosen someone to settle down with, don’t you think he’d be all over them?

Oh, he was all over them. Crypto couldn’t go a day without hands jerking him close. Even if at first he had rolled his eyes and huffed at it, Elliott quickly found out that this tough cookie was just giving him a rough time. Especially when Crypto would give up the ruse and lean back into him.

No, it’s in the ring they have to be careful. Otherwise, anywhere else? Free game. Other legends could shut their lips.

Hence why this match was going rather roughly.

Mirage, Crypto, and Lifeline all on the same squad. Ajay makes a joke about ‘old times’ and how they should keep score again. Playfully bumping Crypto’s hip with her own and earning her a bit of a smirk before it’s turned to Elliott with a cocky look and a soft hum of, “I am sure that the old man has learned his lesson.”

Which earns him wide eyes, a gaped mouth, and, “Hey! Not that again!” Before Ajay is shoving them both off the dropship for round two.

The teasing in the ring could be seen as rivalry. They do count the kills, oh they do. Crypto keeps the lead by one point as Ajay keeps score. They bicker and huff the entire time, especially when Ajay takes down a newbie that was hanging in the back and trying to get a drop on them.

At some point they are under squad fire, a grenade heading their way and rolling on the ground. Ajay calls it out from afar, Crypto is the one who spots it.

His fingers twist in Elliott’s coat, yanking him close to his body and throwing their bodies to the side so it only can get a fraction of their shields.

The tension in the corner of the room with Crypto on top of him, both panting and looking into each other’s eyes. So close and so good-

Is their ultimate down fall when they’re shot in the back.

Ajay at least laughs about it in the med bay, saying that, “Ya looked like a proper married couple. Keep ya heads down, ya hear me?” With a tease.

And then a call back, “Oh! Crypto? Two points in the lead.”

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There’s a gasp as Crypto’s back hits the door of Elliott’s dorm. Inside his room as Elliott fits a leg between his thighs, grabbing his chin and tilting it down ever so slighty so he could devour his mouth. They were about equal heights, with Crypto maybe being an inch taller. Something he took a bit of amusement in.  

But right now, that’s not on his mind. What is, is the pressure on his cock through his pants. How Elliott’s tongue licks into his mouth. Feeling over the piercing on Crypto’s tongue and groaning in reply when Crypto’s hands fists into his jacket and yank him closer.

Their mouths move in sync. Having kissed each other a hundred times over, they know their pace. Crypto presses, sinking his teeth into Elliott’s full lower lip just to hear him let out a shaky breath through his nose in response. His hands come up, fisting Elliott’s curls and tugging him closer with a growl.

The knee between Crypto’s thighs presses up, grinding until he’s pulling back with a whine, head thunking back against the door. This leaves him open for Elliott’s mouth to kiss at his exposed neck, mindful of where the cybernetics were most exposed and aiming for the sensitive wiring. His teeth lightly bite into the flesh feeling silicone, feeling Crypto yelp in reply with pleasure as his leg hitches around Elliott’s waist.

He’s biting his lip, keeping quiet and stubbornly trying to yank on Elliott’s hair. That won’t do.

“Think you can embarrass me like that in the ring, baby?” Elliott’s voice is steady in situations like this. His stutter maintained if he tried not to think about it too hard. His breath hot on the shell of Crypto’s ear as his tongue follows, just to feel him shudder against him.

He’s melting. He couldn’t stand being a brat for too long.

“T-think you just- ah- can't keep up.” Is Crypto’s haughty reply, followed by a huff when Elliott’s hand moves from caressing his cheek to his hair. Yanking on it to pull his head to the side to expose the other said of Crypto’s neck for another onslaught of kisses and hot bites. Pushing at his jacket with his other hand until it falls to the floor and Elliott can bite at the crook of his shoulder instead. Sucking a dark bruise there.

“Really?” Elliott breathily laughs. Tripping up Crypto behind his knee before pulling him by his hair to the floor. Watching him hit his knees almost too easy and looking up at Elliott with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Because from what I saw, you just about bent over for me in front of a camera.”

A sniper position, one so open that Crypto wouldn’t normally take. Lying prone to get a good shot- that's what he’d told Ajay. But he knew exactly what he was doing when he shifted his hips eeever so slightly for the trickster behind him.

He huffs through his nose, embarrassed at being caught, looking to the side. But, Elliott coos under his breath, catching his chin and dragging his gaze back up. “No, no, none of that. C’mon, kitten, you can make it up to me, can’t you?”

The nickname has Crypto’s cheeks flushing red to his ears. Surely spreading down over his chest as Elliott works on his own pants. Pulling out his cock, the head shiny with pre-cum when he smooths his hand over it a few times. Pumping to show how hard he was, pulling back foreskin and making Crypto’s mouth water.

He huffs again through his nose, followed by a whine. He about chokes when Elliott smirks, “Theeere’s my good boy. See? Can’t be mad at me for long.”

No, no, he couldn’t. Especially with his mouth stuffed full of cock and his fingers desperately pawing at Elliott’s hips not a few minutes later. Cryptos own clothing removed and his own cock aching as Elliott cradles his jaw, fingertips pressing lightly to feel the bulge in it every time he slides into his throat. Another appreciation for his piercing met every time he swipes it over the swollen head.

Crypto’s sure he’s drooling. Even by the time Elliott pulls out and is calling him a good boy. Even with the bed in the next room, Elliott can’t seem to wait. Lying Crypto down on the living room floor on his belly as he finds lube left behind on the coffee table from their LAST root around. Squirting a generous amount onto his fingers and working one into Crypto. Caressing his hip with his other hand and petting, telling him he’s a good boy, good baby.

Crypto hums in reply, cheek resting on his crossed arms under his head like a pillow. Cock jumping under his body, trapped and caged. By the time two fingers are in him, he’s sure he’s going to leave a stain on Elliott’s rug. Rocking his hips both into the rug for friction and back onto his fingers.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep it up, sweetheart.” Elliott is full of praise when he slips in a third finger. Making Crypto bite into his arm and shudder with each twist of fingers, scissoring them outwards and crooking them upwards.

A spurt of pre-cum leaves his cock and he can’t help the sob as his hips jump a bit as if stomping his foot. “Fuck me! Just- just fuck me, Elliott, I can’t take this!” Crypto hisses out, earning him a laugh from his boyfriend and an ‘alright, alright’.

He’s rolled onto his back. From there it’s a blur. The slow enter of Elliott leads to his legs around the trickster’s hips, arms around his neck and burying his face into his shoulder. No clothing between them, naked chest to naked chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

Crypto’s cock is jostled with each thrust. Grinding up against Elliott’s slightly fuzzy abdomen and providing enough friction to keep him very much interested. Even if Elliott is hitting just right to where pleasure bubbles in his abdomen like butterflies.  

His teeth sink into Elliott’s shoulder just as Elliott begins fucking him harder. Whining into Crypto’s ear in response when the other tightens his hold around his waist. Biting at the shell of his ear, nuzzling at his hair, murmuring praise just below his ear where his lips brush and his stubble scratches pleasantly.

Crypto cums suddenly and without the warning of budding heat. It happens with a shock and his nails rake down Elliott’s back with a cry. “I love you- I love you I love you--” Escapes his lips in soft sobs as his hips buck upwards into Elliott’s abdomen. Smearing the cum there, which will make for a mess to clean up later.

Instead, Elliott only groans at the sudden tightness and whines back, “Fuck, I love you-” As his hips piston into his boyfriend beneath him.

It’s all too much. Crypto’s eyes are welling with tears from overstimulation. His legs tighten even further, giving Elliott not a lot of room to work with except grind. And even then it’s all too much.

He sobs as a dry orgasm wracks his frame, just in time to hear Elliott deliciously moan in his ear like a whore as he cums. Pressing a hard kiss to Crypto’s temple as they hold each other through it all on the floor.

With a satisfied sigh and tension leaving both their frames, Elliott carefully peels back to assess the damage. Looking down at Crypto splayed out, legs still locked around his hips but looser, his hands resting by his head and his head turned to the side. Face flushed, eyes teary, lips wet and swollen.

He looked beautiful.

Elliott says so too, with a soft sigh of, “Absolutely gorgeous.” As he cups Crypto’s chest with one hand. Running his thumb over a nipple just to watch him jerk and moan softly, smacking at his hand with a grumble.

He may have lost in the ring, but in the bedroom, Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt always won.

Always.

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Names you can call me by: Jay, JayJay, Baby Jay, Bun Boy, BunBun

Big age is currently 20; Lil age is 3-5, mostly 3. 

This blog is strictly SFW. I will be using this blog strictly for my age regression. This is not a k!nk blog and NEVER will be! This will be my safe space as I use age regression as a way to cope with my PTSD, trauma, depression, anxiety, and my physical disabilities as well. I use a can to stand/walk, and am in constant pain. That’s all I want to get into about it for right now. 

Yes, I have a caregiver/Daddy/Baba. Yes, they are my primary partner. Yes, they’re new with all this, please be respectful on the matter. 

I am a trans man, Pre-T for right now. Pronouns: He/They

Am in a poly relationship, not really looking for partners or caregivers. 

Am looking for fellow age re friends, especially if in my state of Tennesee. If you’re big age is 18+ and can be friends in person as well, please feel free to PM me! Online friends must be at least 17+ in big age! Age re friends only! Strictly sfw and NOT A K!NK!!! Don’t have to be age re tags, as long as you use it to cope and NOT for k!nk!!

LIKES

Snackies: Choccy milk (especially dairy free), uncrustables, cheesey poofs, ice cream, pizza, chicky tendys, white cheddar popcorn, Lil Debbies, pizza rolls, mozz sticks, hot pockets, cookies, sweets, juice, smoothies, and ramen

Toys: Blocks/LEGOs, MLP, blindbag stuff, stuffies, dolls, LPS, MH, Hot Wheels, Puzzles, bouncy balls, FNAF, and balloons

Naps

Warm cuddles, soft pillows and blankies, oversized shirts/hoodies, video games, arts, and online eye shopping/making lists

SHOWS

MLP

Care Bears

SU/SUF

Muppet Babies

Vampirina

OHHC anime

PPGs (old and new)

Chowder

Paw Patrol

Pound Puppies (The Hub)

Horseland

Will update more when can

MOVIES

Ponyo

My Neighbor Totoro

Finding Dory

Wall-E

Spirited Away

Shrek Movies

Princess & The Frog (Mine an Daddy’s movie)

Mary and the Witches Flower

Snow White

Sleeping Beauty

Frozen Movies

Coco

Tangled

The Little Mermaid

Frosty the Snowman

Zootopia

Toy Story Movies

Inside Out

Tim Burton Movies (JUST NOT CORALINE)

Trolls

Muppet Movies

What’s this blog for?

SFW little space things (what i call my age re space)

Looking for Online friends (Must be at least 17+ big age SFW ONLY)

Looking for friends to meet up with in Nashville, TN areas (Must be 18+ big age! AN SFW ONLY)

This is and always will be an inclusive SFW age regression blog to help me cope with life, trauma, PTSD, ect. 

Please feel free to PM me any time! I’ll respond when can! <3 

I WILL block if have to! So don’t be rude, mean, dirty, NSFW, ect.

WILL need help making friends, blog type topics, finding age re blogs, and learning tags to use/not use, ect <3 

DNI IF:

K!nk, Minors in k!nk, and adults allowing minors in adult only spaces

NSFW

Anti LGBTQ+ 

Anti Age regression

If you use age regression for sexual reasons 

If anti cglre

T3rfs sta away!

Transmeds stay away! You don’t need dysphoria! 

Th!nspo and promoting eating disorder blogs stay away! 

Anti tag users

Chubby/fatphobes

MAPs, P3DOS, NOMAPS STAY AWAY

If you think aro/ace/demi don’t belong in the LGBTQ+ community, then you can f0ck off

R@pe

You allow dd/lg & variants, ect interact with your blog "even though they're sfw". Please don't interact with mine, I don't want someone from a k!nj community to interact with my posts (example: you reblog my post, then a dd/lg or variant interacts with it, that's a problem for me)

IF YOU DON'T TAG YOUR POSTS, REBLOGS, ECT ESPECIALLY IF THEY'RE ABOUT ANYTHING NSFW, SEXUAL, R@PE, ABUSE IN ANY FORM, ECT I WILL BLOCK YOU!!! IDC IF YOUR AN AGERE BLOG, TAG YOUR NSFW PTSD INDUCING POSTS AN REBLOGS!!!

THANK YOU FOR READING! BYEBYE! <3