#rock and roll dreamland

[artjipson]

Rock and Roll Lives!

Elephants and Stars have put out an impressive array of albums in a few short years — Recovery (2020), Dreamland (2021), Last Chance Power Drive (2022) and Get Your Own Army (2023) — and have already made a meaningful impact to rock and roll with their incredible body of work. This Toronto-based band is like a supernova in the making, bursting onto the scene with a sound that’s as expansive and…

[peachsukii]

You carry Bakugo back to his dorm room. 『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist 

A quiet night at the dorms of UA, you're sitting in Midoriya's dorm room with Bakugo. The three of you are studying for an upcoming exam while sprawled out with notebooks and text books haphazardly all over the floor.

The time is slowly creeping up to 10:00pm - way past Bakugo's "normal" bedtime. He's leaning on his elbow while annotating a paragraph in his textbook, eyes slowly drooping shut. The pen in his hand grows looser as his arm rocks back and forth, about to collapse at any moment and let his head rest on the pages.

Midoriya shoots a glance your way, silently acknowledging how exhausted Bakugo looks. You both had attempted, multiple times, to get him to go to bed. He refused.

"I can fuckin' finish this. It's only a few more pages."

Bakugo was determined, and stubborn, to get his work done - just like anything else in his life. You peer out of the corner of your eye as he shifts, crossing his arms over the textbook and laying his head down on his forearms.

"Kat, you can go to bed if you're wiped out," you say, patting him on the shoulder. "Studying on top of sparring is enough to kick anyone's ass."

Bakugo grunts, sighing into the papers beneath him. " 'm fine."

You look at Midoriya and mouth, 'he'll be out in five minutes or less.'

And like clockwork, Bakugo passes the hell out, snoring atop the open textbook.

You gently stroke his back to get his attention. "Kat, come on. Let's get you to bed."

He doesn't stir at your voice or touch but rolls over on his side. You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you cast a smile in Midoriya's direction. It's a good thing you're a hero in training or you wouldn't have the strength to do what you're about to.

In one fluid motion, you bend over and scoop Bakugo into your arms and lift him from the floor. He's much lighter than you expected him to be - you always assumed he'd be dense from the sheer amount of muscle mass that adorned his figure. He still doesn't wake and lulls his head against your arm, mouth hanging open and snoring peacefully.

'Wow, he must be exhausted if this isn't enough to wake him.'

Midoriya opens the door for you and follows you upstairs. He opens the door to Bakugo's room for you as well, considering you - quite literally - have your hands full. He waves and mouths 'good night!' as he shuts the door to leave.

Making your way over to Bakugo's bed, you carefully lower him onto the cool sheets and maneuver your arms out from underneath him. As you're pulling away, he sleepily grasps at your shoulders and pulls, causing you to come crashing down on top of him.

'Damn, even in his sleep he's strong,' you think to yourself, flustered and afraid you'll wake him up.

He swiftly turns over, snaking his arms around your waist, intertwining his legs with your own and nestling his head above yours.

"K-Katsuki...?" you mumble, confused as your cheeks flare with heat by the sudden close body contact. You hope that your face isn't as scorching hot as it feels when it squishes up against his chest.

"Mm...don't go," Bakugo slurs, still halfway in dreamland. "Stay."

"...did you let me carry you to bed just so you could cuddle with me?" you ask, perplexed. He grunts in response and squeezes you tighter.

"You son of a bitch," you curse playfully. "If you wanna be carried like a princess to bed, just ask."

" 'm not a princess," he murmurs as he's nuzzling into your hair like a cat begging for attention.

"You just didn't wanna ask to go to bed in front of Izuku, didn't you?"

"...Nuh uh."

You snort as you shimmy in his hold to get comfortable. By the time you settle on a position, he's fallen back into a deep slumber, chest rhythmically rising and falling with hushed breath. He looks so angelic when he's dreaming.

It's too bad he turns into a devil the second he's awake.

i just wanna hold him tight and squish his cheeks - ya know??

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

pervy roommate!gojo, who was feeling extra bold one time and found himself standing at your door, watching your sleeping form. chest slowly rising and falling and soft breaths leaving your pretty lips. he's already half-hard by just looking at you.

he takes a slow daring step forward and waits for a reaction. but nothing. your eyes stay shut and only another soft sigh leaves your lips. he takes a couple of more steps until he's stood right beside you. god, you look adorable.

kneeling down, he's almost eye level with you. he takes another good long look at your face. so cute. plump lips slightly parted, you look like the dream you're having is good. he'll make it even better. he lets his eyes wander down your jaw, to your neck and to your barely covered chest. the small top you're wearing is not doing a good job at hiding what's underneath and he feels himself getting harder.

the blanket over you is only covering exactly half of your hip and one of your legs while the other leg is completely out. his gaze wanders further and your choice of sleepwear captivates him. he takes a quick glance at your relaxed face. could these shorts be any smaller? if you were to part your legs a little more, he could probably see you.

leaning back towards your covered cunt and he takes a sniff. closing his eyes, he muffles a groan. fuck. his hand seems to have a mind of its own, moving down his body, slipping under his sweats and finally giving his cock the very needed attention it deserves. he's rock hard and leaking pre-cum. the wet patch on his grey sweats proof of his desperation. giving it a firm stroke, his eyes roll back into his head. he needs to do something.

so he ever so gently trails his free hand from your thighs to your warm pussy. feeling the slight heat of it, he muffles another groan. he guides his fingers over it and towards your chest, pushing your top up as much as he can. the sight of your soft tummy makes his dick throb in his hand. a wave of goosebumps washes over your body, making you stir and him still. eyes wide, he waits for you to open yours. even though the thought of you catching him in this act is arousing on its own, he wants this to last a little longer.

after taking a second to make sure you're still in your dreamland, he drags his fingers from your stomach, over your top and to your breasts. the sound of his hand moving up and down on his pre-cum covered dick fills the room and he doesn't know if he's ever been this excited before. his slender finger circles your nipple and he watches it harden under his very eyes.

leaning closer once more, he presses his lips around your nipple through the top and a shaky breath escaping your mouth draws his attention. the way your lips part gives him a glorious idea.

quietly standing up, he pulls his sweats just down to his thighs, just under his balls and lets his dick spring up against his navel. he gives it another stroke before bending his knees and lowering it to your sleeping face. when his sensitive tip touches your soft parted lips, he's unable to contain the smallest whimper. he wishes he had his phone because the sight in front of him is quite literally the hottest thing in the world and he knows he will never get enough of you now.

he only manages to push an inch of his cock into your mouth before he feels his climax approaching at an alarming rate. quickly pulling out, he gives it a couple of fast and hard strokes and then he's already spilling his seed onto his palm with a shudder. his eyes remain on your face and now he really hopes you would wake up so he could make you clean him up. he takes some of his cum between his fingers and smears just the smallest amount on your lips. he spreads it around and then gently pushes it inside your warm mouth with his two fingers. his own mouth hangs open as he's trying to catch his breath but when your lips close around his fingers on it's own accord, his dick twitches again. he knows he's really pushing it now and you're bound to wake if he keeps fucking around, so he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and places himself back into his sweats. we'll continue this some other night.

[vipvesper]

heyy so can you do a clarisse x reader fic where they have like rivalry?

major h8r

pairing: clarisse la rue x reader

warnings: clarisse, mentions of bullying, some low-grade tajin level spice

word count: 890+

"next time you won't be so lucky."

"Dude, you can't keep letting her pick on you like that," preaches Luke as the two of you sit on a rock. What happened, you may ask? You decided it would be a good idea to give into Clarisse after she relentlessly harassed begged you. Rather than actually focusing on technique during your spar, she took the opportunity to beat the Hades out of you. “She’s a bully.”

White bandages slip out of your grasp as you feebly attempt to wrap your wound. While ambrosia and nectar would've done the job, you're wary with consumption as to not burn to a crisp. Luke takes your hand, doing it for you. Contempt swirls in his oak-hued eyes, he knows you're better than this.

"I shouldn't have believed her when she said she wanted to improve her technique. I let my guard down," you mutter. Annabeth tuts, turning to face the entrance of the woods. “She may be a little… rough around the edges, but she’s not a bad person.”

"You'd think that someone like you would notice that she is," she states, blunt as ever.

"Helpful input, Annabeth.”

"It's the truth." The girl shrugs, fresh braids (courtesy of you) draped down her back.

"Thanks for the help, guys," you say, clapping an injured hand over Luke's shoulder. "But I have to get going. Camp won't run itself."

"But it literally will--"

You're already out of range by the time either of them can make any sort of protest. As you walk through the dirt paths, surveying the behaviors of the campers that are out and about, a familiar stomping sound approaches. Great. Clarisse.

Before you can turn to face her, an angry fist hits you over the head.

"You idiot! Why didn't you tell me you fight like a toddler? I would've gone easy," she jabs your side rather hard, forcing you to fold in on yourself. "Can't have Chiron's favorite in the infirmary. It'd be a shame if you shriveled up and died from an ambrosia overdose." You simply brush her off, having much more important things to do. “C’mon, dude, you suck at swordfighting!”

“Why are you talking to me?”

The question seems to catch her off guard. Her playful stance shifts to one fueled by anger at your comment.

“Cuz who else here is stupid as you?” The girl scoffs, built arms crossed over her overly toned chest. This isn’t even fair.

“Goodbye, Clarisse,” You roll your eyes, hiking up the stairs of the Big House, shutting it behind you.

Darkness creeps into the corner of your visions as you lay in your bunk, eyes trained on the ceiling. The snores of your siblings fill the room, coupled with the shuffling of blankets. Just as you near dreamland, a loud thunk on your window jolts you awake. You grab the weapon under your pillow, startled. You groan, seeing the culprit. Clarisse stands at your window, eyes shifting around.

Reluctantly, you let her tumble into the cabin, forcing her to silence.

“Shh, you’re gonna wake them up.” She simply laughs, kicking her shoes off, and dropping into your bed. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Your voice is nothing more than a whisper, quiet as a breeze.

“Missed ya’.” The daughter of Ares snickers, grabbing your tired form and dragging you down with her.

“You can’t keep breaking into my cabin,” you insist, but she doesn’t listen. The two of you lay side by side, simply enjoying eachother’s company. “You’re like… too calm.” Clarisse snorts, curls draped over your blankets

“Shut up. Next time you won’t be so lucky. I’m exhausted from beating your ass all day.” She grabs you by the collar, planting an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your cheek. Heat blooms in your face, creeping up your neck and touching your ears.

“Oh. Wow.”

She moves quick, tackling you in a kiss—this time on the lips. A hint of cherry chapstick touches your tastebuds as your situationship pulls away. It’s a fleeting feeling, her lips on yours, and you simply can’t get enough. She chuckles upon seeing the look on your face.

“I hate your stupid face.” Clarisse’s sudden words are laced with laughter, her fingertips gently brushing over the dip of your nose and the apples of your reddened cheeks.

Her pretty dark eyes stare into yours, thumbing over a bruise she left from sparring.

“Doesn’t seem it.”

The brutish girl props herself on her elbow, staring down at you with her gorgeous eyes, darkest browns dotted with celestial bronze, swirled with imperial gold in the low light.

She tucks a loose tuft of hair behind your ear, leaving down again to deliver another gentle kiss. “Mmh,” she hums, warm tongue prodding for entry. Warm summer air blows in, the window left agape. The scent of the strawberry fields and the last embers of the latest fire mix to form a pleasant smell, bathing the cabin.

Clarisse’s calloused hand cups your jaw, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The air between you only gets thicker, forcing the duo up for a quick breath.

“Thought you didn’t like the French,” you jest, deciding this is the time to poke fun—since you won’t end up with a goose egg. She shoves you around for a bit.

“Shut up. Stupid teacher’s pet.” She captures you in another kiss, fingers intertwined like the stars and the sky.

a/n

i got pretty distracted, so this is less of a rivalry and more of a secret relationship 😔

[mountainficss]

thoughts about sub joshua having a wet dream and dom reader has a somno kink? 😣

!! mentions of: sub!joshua, wet dreams, somnophilia, handjobs

aww precious shua and his dirty dreams ;(

you’d be lying on your side, slightly drifting off to sleep when a small whimper from shua would snap you awake. you’d roll over towards him quickly, fearing that he was having a nightmare and preparing to gently shake him awake. before you can he’d whimper again, a small mumble of your name slipping from his lips. hearing your name would make you freeze, stopping yourself to listen to joshua’s sleepy sounds. his whimpers would turn into small moans and he’d roll over onto his stomach, slightly grinding down once against the mattress. the action was so subtle you almost missed it, but it told you everything you needed to know. shua was having a wet dream.

meanwhile innocent joshua is in dreamland, having a not-so-innocent dream about you. in his dream he’d be underneath you, completely bare while you run your hands all over his body. you’d be smiling smugly, looking down at him with confidence. your fingers would stop on his torso, lightly dragging your nails down to his lower stomach and making him shiver. you’d knead his sides as he begs you to make him feel good. “please!” he’d cry out in his dream, staring up at you with the most desperate expression he could make. “need you to touch me, fuck me, anything—” you’d just chuckle meanly at him, your hand traveling down to his inner thigh and squeezing it sensually. “i don’t know if you deserve it, shua,” you’d grin devilishly, sinking your nails into the flesh of his thigh. “been being so naughty.” poor joshua would lay there and take your teasing, doing his best to be a good boy for you.

you’d admire pretty joshie as he’s sleeping, watching him roll over again to lay on his side. little beads of sweat would form on his forehead, and his cheeks would be tinted pink from his face heating up. he’d just look so cute with his face all scrunched up as he dreams about whatever lewd things he had buried in his mind. you wouldn’t be able to resist sneaking a hand down his boxers as he dreams, finding his length rock hard and oozing precum. you’d give him a few featherlight tugs just to hear him whimper, watching his body twitch underneath you. you’d press your lips to his forehead, giving him tender pecks as he stirs ever so slowly. he swears his dream feels real to him, and as he gradually wakes up he’s met with your lips on his skin and your hand on his cock. you’d pull away and gaze down at him with a loving expression. as soon as his sleepy eyes focus in on you he’s moaning louder, leaning in and chasing your lips. you’d playfully back away, causing sweet joshie to whine loudly and fist at your nightshirt. his hips would buck up into your hand eagerly, and you’d stop teasing so shua can catch your lips in a heated kiss. “having a good dream, huh?” you’d smirk, tightening your grip on his pulsing cock. he’d nod quickly, his hair becoming a ruffled mess on top of his pillow. “tell me what happened.”

“you were t-teasing me,” he’d choke, leaning in to give you more needy kisses. you’d nip at his bottom lip as little gasps escape him. “touching me everywhere…w-wouldn’t let me cum—ah, felt so real,” he’d splutter weakly, eyes rolling back from how good you were working him. “awww, poor joshie,” you’d taunt, faux sympathy dripping from your voice. “i’ll let you cum, sweet boy. won’t stop until you’re crying.” he’d just nod eagerly, leaning into you and letting out crude moans. even though you’re both so sleepy he’d let you play with him all night, begging you to keep going until he’s a shaking crying mess </3

this isn’t the first time he’d have a dirty dream about you either, and it’s not the last time you’ll be waking him up from them by stroking his aching length ;(

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom

[readerstories]

Morning Sunshine - Worst Wolverine x male!reader

This man is just stuck in my brain, and won't leave. Can be read as stand alone, but it is a sequel to my last Logan fic (AO3)

Warnings/tags: male reader, smut, frottage, oral/blowjobs, handjobs, biting, thigh fucking

Wordcount: 2703

Summary: The morning after offering Logan some higher tier whiskey. Or; you wake up with Logan's morning wood pressed against your ass.

When you wake up, it’s to the sun shining through your curtains, and to Logan’s strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

Last night, after a shower and some food, you had curled into bed together, both of you in boxers, him borrowing some of yours. You had not bothered to set an alarm, which is why your alarm clock is showing it’s almost noon. You yawn and stretch, feeling like a lazy cat. The arms around your waist tighten minutely before there’s a grunt from behind you.

“Morning sunshine.” The only reply you get is a deep sigh, air brushing over the hair on the back of your neck before he presses his face there, his beard, or rather mutton chops, scratching your neck, seemingly trying to go back to sleep, if he’s even awake.

Well, at least some of Logan is, as you feel his hard dick pressed into your ass. He’s not moving against you or actively trying to press you against him, but it’s certainly noticeable. 

For a few moments you do nothing, waiting with baited breath to see if he’s going to do anything. 

When his breathing stays even and warm against your neck, the thought of just joining him in dreamland again enters your mind. But, you’re too awake, and his hard cock against your ass is making your own stir in your boxers. 

So, you move your hips back, pressing your ass firmly against his erection. There’s another grunt from behind you, arms tightening around your waist. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan’s voice is low, almost more of a rumble than words, but you understand him well enough. The sound of it goes straight to your hardening dick.

“Waking the rest of you up, since your dick has already started this party.” You rock your hips back, arousal building slowly and lazily. His arms move, one grasping at your hip to pull you back towards him, the other moves upwards to pinch a nipple. You moan, cock twitching in your boxers at the feeling, and the feeling of a damp spot starting to form on your ass.

Logan is a lot more awake now, breathing heavily against your neck, hands squeezing and playing with you, hips rocking into you as you move back and forth.

You want to kiss him, steal those muted moans he is letting out with your own lips and tongue, but it feels good just rocking together like this, lazily chasing pleasure and heat.

Logan shifts behind you, and for a moment you are worried he’s trying to get up, but instead there are teeth on your shoulder seconds later, biting down. It’s a lot more gentle than last night, (some of the bite marks ache now), but it makes arousal shoot through you anyway, making you moan out loud.

“Fuck, Logan.” The uttering of his name is breathless, making his hips stutter in the rhythm he has set as your hand goes behind you to tangle in his hair and tug. He groans, placing a sloppy kiss on the bite mark. His arm under you moves, but only so he can pull your boxers down with both hands. You kick them off to the floor, Logan’s own following right after yours.

When Logan tugs you closer again, you feel his cock leak directly onto your ass, hot and hard pressing against your cheeks. One of his hands squeezes your ass, the other is back on your hip, pulling you against him in slow drags. You moan, hand back in his hair, the other gripping the sheets.

“Can I fuck your thighs?” Your brain takes a few moments to catch up with the low spoken words.

“What?”

“Can. I. Fuck. Your. Thighs.” Each word is punctuated with a roll of Logan’s hips, you can’t help but moan at the movement.

“Honestly, you can fuck any part of me that you want if you give me some time.”

“Impatient.” You don’t fully know if Logan is talking about himself or you, not that you really care, because now you’ve started thinking about his cock between your thighs, and okay, yeah, it sounds hot.

“Fuck, shit, give me a moment to grab some lube.” You let go of his hair and lean away from him, stretching just enough that you can open the drawer on your nightstand to fumble around for the bottle. It gives Logan just enough room to let his fingers ghost down your back, over your ribs, following your spine to the top of your ass. The feather light touch somehow fills you with more anticipation for what's to come, and heat pools in your gut as you lean back to give him the lube.

Logan takes it, dropping it between your back and his stomach for a moment, as his hands move your ass and legs to where he wants them. Then there’s the unmistakable sound of the bottle uncapping, and then he’s drizzling lube over your inner thighs. You shiver at how cold it is, but also how it fuels your arousal, your cock twitching where it stands hard and untouched.

As the bottle is closed, you close your legs together, rubbing them against each other so the lube spreads and warms up. A firm hand lifts your leg up, creating just enough space for his dick to slide through. He grunts, one arm going over your waist, his other hand pulling on your hip on the mattress. 

Your own cock is leaking, but it gets ignored as Logan rocks into the space between your thighs. You could take it into your own hand, but you just hold onto his hair and forearm instead, letting Logan control the pace. 

He grunts and groans from behind you, his cock firm and leaking all over your thighs, mixing with the lube that gives him a pleasant slide. Just the wet sounds of it, and his low voice in your ear is making your cock leak pre-come. You don’t think you can come from just this, but every push of his hips and groan from his lips makes zings of pleasure wind their way through you. 

Every so often his dick brushes against yours, which makes your breath hitch, and him chuckle behind you. He presses his face against the back of your neck again, letting you feel his teeth dance over your skin as his hips slam into your thighs. He doesn’t bite this time, but the threat of it, and his beard rubbing against you feels like heaven. 

Add to that a strong body pressed against you and moving you like you weigh nothing, and it has you whining somewhere high in your throat. Logan chuckles again, a sound you think you could die for, arousal flowing through you even stronger, making you leak down onto the sheet below as you feel more of his pre-come mixing into the mess between your thighs.

He takes what can almost be called pity on you, moving his arm and dislodging your hand as he spits in his palm before he takes your cock in hand, making a fist around it. Your own curls into the sheets again, knuckles straining. 

“Come on, fuck my hand like you mean it.” Logan’s voice is gruff and low, seeding shivers down your spine. You do as you’re told, groaning loudly, which he mirrors as by fucking into his hand, you also slide his cock in and out from between your thighs. He lets you set the rhythm, which you decide is going to be fast, as fast as you can move like this at least, trapped between his body and his hand.

There’s nowhere you’d rather be, the heat of arousal washing over you as you fuck into his hand, his dick brushing against sensitive skin over and over again.

Logan doesn’t let you have all the fun though, hand not on your cock wandering all over what he can reach. Squeezing your ass and your thigh, blunt nails scratching down your back making you hiss, pleasure following the slight sting. For a split second you wonder if he would ever use his claws (and if your body would even allow that), but you file it away. 

For another time.

Now, all you want is for him to cum, to coat your thighs even more than he currently is.

“Logan.” It’s more a gasp than a word, but he seems to understand, as his hand squeezes and then pushes at your hip. With minimal maneuvering and strength he has you on your front, hand still on your cock as he’s fully pressed against your back, pressing you down into the mattress. He’s heavy, a lot heavier than you would expect even from someone his size. You absentmindedly wonder if he has metal other places in his body, and not just his claws. 

That thought is quickly lost to the ether though, as his knees on the outside of your legs press them together so he still has a space to fuck into, controlling the speed once more as his movements push you into his hand. His cock brushes against the underside of your balls, making both of your breaths hitch.

As Logan cums, he moans your name, loud and breathless against your shoulder before biting down on your shoulder, right over a mark from yesterday. You yelp in pain, but then sigh in bliss as pain turns into pleasure, and you feel his cum dripping down between your thighs and onto the mattress. You also feel some drip onto your cock, and though you try to fuck into his hand, you have no leverage to move back and forth with his weight on top of you.

“Come onnnnn.” You whine, and he grunts. 

You let out another yelp as you’re flipped over onto your back. Logan steals a quick kiss, one you don’t have time to respond to before he is down at your thighs, licking away the mixture of lube and himself from the warm skin. You moan loudly, both hands going to his hair, tugging and trying to move him upwards, either to your cock or mouth, you are not picky with which he chooses.

Either is better than the long, and teasing strokes of Logan’s tongue you feel as he cleans up the mess on your thighs. His hands are squeezing them as he spreads them open and keeps you at his mercy. It all makes heat shoot straight to your cock, making it twitch and pulse.

You could touch yourself, jerk off and paint his face and hair with your come, but you want something more.

More of him.

“God damn it Logan.” You feel him grin against your inner thigh, nipping the skin there before covering the area with kitten licks that are the furthest thing from innocent you have ever felt.

Once more he shows you mercy, finally putting his mouth on your cock, lips around the tip as he looks up at you with a quirked brow.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Is your answer to the question in that brow. A smug grin slips onto his face, and it should be illegal how hot that looks while he still has your cock in your mouth, but any thought you might have about the illegality of anything goes out the window as Logan sinks his mouth as far down as he can, your cock hitting the back of his throat.

“JESUS!” You pull hard on Logan’s hair, and he answers with a groan around your cock. It’s a miracle you don’t come right then and there. You feel him chuckle as he pulls back up, sucking in as he moves, creating perfect pressure as you try not to buck into his mouth. 

Not that you really can as he moves one arm over your hips, pinning them down as he goes to town on your dick.

Licks switching between long and short, covering your dick in his spit, mixing it with your pre-come as you leak with every second of building pleasure. Logan’s mouth working you over as a hand slips down to play with your balls, squeezing with the lightest of pressure, making you moan loudly.

He takes just the tip into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks hard, lapping at your slit and greedily taking in the pre-come that spills onto his tongue. He lets go to spit into his hand, wrapping his fingers around what doesn’t fit into his mouth. He’s not slow about it, bobbing his head up and down with perhaps the filthiest and wettest sounds you have ever heard, moaning around your cock, making pleasure zip through your body.

The combination of his mouth and hand on your cock pushes you quickly towards the edge, making you tug on his hair with desperate mutterings of his name over and over again. 

Logan groans around your cock, and the vibrations of it around you are what finally push you over the edge, spilling over his tongue. 

“LOGAN!” He drinks you down greedily, swallowing every drop as you writhe underneath his skillful mouth and hand, arm over your waist still pinning you down. 

Only when you start to try to pull away and push at his head because of oversensitivity does he let up, resting his head on your thigh as your cock slips from his mouth. He’s breathing heavily, and so are you, arm thrown over your eyes as you try to regain your breath and senses, since you are pretty sure the world turned white for a moment there.

Logan is the first to somewhat gain his senses, as he sits up with a slight grunt. You move your arm, tilting your chin down, looking at him where he sits next to your hip, catching his gaze for a moment before they slip down to his lips.

“Good morning.” His voice is rough, and if you hadn’t just spilled inside his mouth less than five minutes ago, you would have wanted to do just that right now.

“That’s one way to put it.” An arched brow. “Another way to put it would be ‘awesome fucking morning’.” Logan snorts, but you catch the barely there smile, so you smile back up at him. You lean up on your elbows, noticing a little spot of cum that must have escaped at the edge of his mutton chops. You grin at him, pointing to your own cheek.

“You got a little something there.”

“What, here?” He strokes his thumb over the wrong side (and too high up on his cheek), so you sit up properly so you can reach out, wiping it away with your own thumb.

“It’s not all grey hair in that beard.” You grin at him, he watches as you lick your thumb clean.

“What a fucking thing to say.” His voice is gruff, but you pay it no mind as you let your hand fall between the two of you and he follows it with his eyes before looking back up into your face. You glance at his hands, no sight of grey metal this time.

“What, no claws?” You take one of his hands, rubbing his palm, Logan lets you without any protest, though you feel him shift ever so slightly. 

“Doesn’t happen every time.” You hum, wondering what will make them come out again, kissing his palm before you let his hand go.

“Now, I think I promised you clean pants, and breakfast, so up we go.” You steal a kiss, this time it’s Logan that doesn’t have time to respond before he can’t kiss back anymore, and you are out of bed. You grab his pants and underwear from yesterday, and the underwear you threw off earlier as well, not bothering to get dressed in anything.

You look over your shoulder as you are in the doorway of your bedroom, catching him watching your ass, still sitting in bed.

“Another time, I promise. Now come on, how many eggs do you want?”

—-

Logan leaves a few hours later, with clean clothes, your phone number on a sticky note in his pocket, and a promise to call you.

[duskier]

sorry I'm like.... obsessed with the idea of gaz just LOVING it when you're all soft and sleepy and clingy in his arms. not just because he gets to enjoy his little gf needy and wrapped around him like a little koala but also because he could do anything to you and you'd be whining and begging for it. there's been countless nights where he's had to mind you sleepily climbing into his lap and nuzzling your face into his neck, hips absentmindedly finding the ridge of his cock through his jeans and grinding until he's chubbing up in his pants. one of his arms is steady around your waist to make sure you dont fall, rubbing gentle circles on you skin to keep you in that dazed and half asleep state. the other one is under your skirt, pushing your panties aside and spreading you open so you're ready to take him and when you do, your head just lolls against his neck as you mumble his name half asleep. he thinks you're so fucking adorable like this while he's rocking into you gently. his cute little sleepy darling <3

AUUUUGH anon you get me, you are in my head, this is my lifeblood, omg,,

I don't read/write this as somno but gonna tag it as that just in case !

Gaz who loves you being sleepy because YES you are a little heat seeker and he is a radiator, a match made in heaven. Loves you being a heat seeker because he loves being physically close to you in any sense of the word. Loves you because you are his needy girl and absolutely loves to give you what you deserve.

You could probably cuddle for hours in that sweet spot between sleepy and horny, lights dim and AC on high while you're comfortable in bed. Get him in his PJ'S just because it's easier to feel his hard on through them- he adores the sweet feeling of holding you close, arms wrapped around you so he can grope at your chest, rocking himself up against your ass. Groans quietly, pretty lashes fluttering shut each time you grind your hips back for him. Neither one of you in a rush, just at a low simmer until finally you're soaking through your underwear and turning around under the covers so you can kiss him.

Gaz pulling away from the kiss and his lips are shiny when he smiles, breathlessly asking, "You ready, love?"

Everything still moving slow, soft, and quiet; the two of you only pulling off what clothes were strictly necessary as you straddle his hips. He takes the time to tuck up the covers over your shoulders to make sure the two of you stay warm while you line his cock up with your hole.

You lazily ride him, letting his length fill you slowly and you even take little breaks whenever your hips tire out or you want to just cuddle- the closest two people can be, him buried inside of you. Heartbeats so close together, him kissing your nose while you scratch gently at his scalp and shoulders- makes him groan in a different way, his body going limp beneath you.

"Gonna kill me angel," He whines, so you lift your hips and sink down on him again to make him gasp and grasp at you.

Tired smiles and hushed giggles, your fingers intertwining as he holds your hands as you pick up the pace.

"Gonna- shit, gonna make me cum like that, angel."

He's warning you- he would let you draw it out as long as you pleased, but maybe you're looking forward to your soon impending nap, maybe you're lost in the way his pretty brown eyes are rolling back in his head, maybe his little moans are getting the better of you- you don't stop riding.

"Yes, yes, ye-es--" His hips flex and buck up into you when he finishes, the both of you panting as you collapse on top of him.

He insisted he get up and clean the two of you off, which makes you whine indignantly, but he's swift and you're soon drifting off to dreamland, once again held in the warmth of Gaz's embrace.

[thepaperpanda]

Rock-Solid Wishes  || Eijiro Kirishima x f!Reader

Summary: you and the rest of Class 1-A prepare a surprise party for Kirishima

Author: Bear & Cass

A/N: since our beloved Red Riot has a birthday today, we decided to write a little fluffy fic to celebrate the occasion 💗💗

Kirishima Eijiro woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring a cacophony of noise in his ear. It was another day, just like any other day, or so he thought. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

Today was his birthday, a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone in his class. After all, they were all heroes-in-training with plenty of their own concerns. And birthdays, well, they were just another day, right?

But as he sat up in bed, that nagging feeling persisted. He looked around his room, noticing the familiar posters of his favorite heroes on the walls, and it hit him: he felt alone. It wasn't the kind of loneliness that came from a lack of company; it was the absence of a connection, a feeling of being adrift.

Slipping on his uniform, Kirishima made his way to the common area, still pondering what to do with his day. He'd never been one to seek attention or make a fuss about his own birthday. 

"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!” You waved at him from the couch, while enjoying some fancy morning tea that Momo decided to make.

Kaminari approached Kirishima right after your little greeting. "Heey there, man! You are up a little later than usual. You good?"

Kirishima grinned at your greeting, "Morning, Y/N-chan!"

Turning to Kaminari, he chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I slept in a bit. Just needed some extra rest, you know?"

Mina, who was practically bouncing with energy, couldn't help herself, "Hey! How was your night? Did you dream of anything exciting?"

Midoriya chimed in, "Yeah, Kirishima, did you have any cool dreams?" 

Kirishima blinked and chuckled, the warmth of his friends' greetings filling the room. "Well, I might have had a dream about climbing a giant, unbreakable mountain, but other than that, it was just a regular night. Thanks for asking, guys!"

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. "Only he could dream about something that stupid."

"Giant, unbreakable wall. Sounds just like you, Kirishima. Here, something for a good morning," Momo said, handing him a cup of warm tea.

"Hey, what's with that uniform, man?," Denki asked, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's shoulders and tugging on his tie slightly. "Don't you know we have a day off today? No need to be all fancy today."

Kirishima chuckled at Bakugo's comment. "Well, it's a dream, right? No rules in dreamland."

Taking the cup of tea from Momo, he nodded gratefully, "Thanks, Yaoyorozu!"

He grinned when Denki pointed out his uniform, "Oh yeah? Why? Nevermind. My bad then! Guess I got caught up in the routine. Thanks, dude." Kirishima loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button, feeling more at ease.

Midoriya smiled, "It's nice to have a day off for a change, right, Kirishima? We can just relax and do whatever we want!"

Tokoyami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, added, "Indeed. It's a chance to recharge and be ourselves outside of our hero duties."

"Yes, we can take a break from tests and Aizawa-sensei being scary," you sighed before taking a sip of the delicious tea.

"From what Iida said, Aizawa-sensei was needed somewhere. Some kind of emergency, and since 1-A is the best class there is, Nezu decided to let us have a day off," Sero explained.

"OH! I know! We can go out somewhere! Just have some fun while we have the day off!" Uraraka said excitedly. "Deku, let's go, and we can take Kirishima with us!"

Kirishima grinned at the prospect of a day off from tests and Aizawa's stern supervision. "Yeah, a break from the hero grind sounds awesome."

He chuckled when Sero shared the reason for their day off, "Leave it to Nezu-senpai to come up with a plan like that."

When Uraraka suggested going out for some fun, Kirishima's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea, Uraraka! I'm in! Let's make the most of our day off!"

Mina leaned in, whispering to Uraraka, "Don't forget, we gotta make sure Kirishima has an extra great day today. I'm super curious about his reaction."

"Don't worry. Just let us know when we can bring him back," Uraraka whispered and then turned to Kirishima. "Eijiro, I bet you know about some interesting places we can visit today."

Kirishima nodded, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's this cool park nearby. It's got a really nice walking trail and some fun activities. We could go check that out, or if there's anywhere else you guys want to go, I'm up for it!" 

He was eager to spend the day with his friends, especially if it involved having a good time and relaxing.

"Sounds fun! Let's go there, and then we'll see what we can do next. But you should change first, Kirishima," she suggested.

Denki patted his back. "She's right! It would be a shame to get your school uniform all dirty."

Kirishima grinned, appreciating the concern of his friends. "You're right. I'll change into something more suitable for a day of fun at the park. Thanks, guys!"

Kirishima quickly changed into a red T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. He returned with his usual enthusiastic grin and ready for a day of fun. "All set and ready to go!"

"We are ready too!" Ochaco waved at him while standing near the door with Izuku. "Oh, I am so excited! Let's go, let's go!"

"Have fun, Kirishima-kun! You two as well!" you said loudly.

Kirishima joined Uraraka and Midoriya by the door, and as they headed out, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. "Yeah, let's go have a blast!"

At the park, they had a great time playing on the swings, going for a walk along the picturesque trail, and trying out the various park activities. The day was filled with laughter and fun, a well-deserved break from their hero training.

"Aaaaaaaaaand, they are out," you put your cup away and immediately got up from the sofa. "Mina? Sero? Denki? Do you have everything?" you asked.

The boys nodded eagerly. "Heck yeah, we do! I've never spent so much money on birthday decorations, but for my man Kirishima, it's worth it. I'll go grab them from my room," Denki summed up and ran to his room with Sero right behind him.

"Y/N?" Momo looked at you. "What about the cake? Sato can't join us, and he is the best when it comes to baking."

You only gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, I have plan B!"

Just moments later, you were standing next to Bakugo. "Ooooh, Kachan..."

Bakugo twitched and immediately growled. "Don't call me that! The hell do you want?"

"Well, we need a cake for Kiri, and you are one of the few people who actually know their way around the kitchen, so," you said as sweetly as you could.

"Nope," he shook his head.

Tokoyami looked at them from the couch, "Bakugo, are you saying you can't handle a simple cake? I'll even bet on it."

Mina continued decorating, creating a lively and colorful birthday atmosphere.

You gave him a smug smile, knowing full well this would work.

"I mean, even Izuku can bake a cake, but I guess it's too much for our Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."

"Shut up, bird face! And you two weirdo!" Bakugo snapped. "Fine! You want a cake for weird hair, then fine! I need basic stuff and lots of chocolate, and find me Icy-Hot. I'll need his quirk."

"You got it!" Nodding eagerly, you gave a thumbs-up to Tokoyami.

Tokoyami couldn't help but smile as he witnessed Bakugo grudgingly accept the challenge. He knew that Bakugo's pride would push him to prove he could bake a cake.

As he got up to go find Shoto, he was surprised to see Shoto entering the common room with a paper bag in hand. "Well, it seems like everyone's pitching in for Kirishima's birthday. Good timing, Todoroki."

Shoto nodded, his usual calm demeanor. "I heard you need a hand with preparations. I went to the store for paper hats. I thought it would add to the celebration."

"Bakugo needs you," Tokoyami gave Shoto a glance.

Shoto raised an eyebrow, his usual stoic expression revealing a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Bakugo to ask for his help, but he simply nodded and walked casually toward the kitchen. He was willing to assist since it was for Kirishima's special day.

"I don't need him, but I need his damn quirk," Bakugo rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I'll need it for preparing chocolate."

You quickly ran to your room and brought back all the stuff Bakugo requested for the cake. "Oh, Shoto! Wonderful idea. Paper hats will be perfect. Thank you so much. I just hope Tsu and Iida will be back soon with snacks, and I also got this shooting confetti for everyone."

Shoto approached Bakugo with a somewhat puzzled expression, his head tilted slightly to one side. He wasn't entirely sure how to assist Bakugo in this baking endeavor, but he was eager to help. He quietly awaited instructions, resembling a curious puppy unsure of what to do next. "So?"

Bakugo scoffed and snatched the bag from your hands. "Just follow my lead, Icy-Hot."

You jumped in your place, clapping your hands. Everything was slowly settling in its place like a puzzle! Everyone was eager to make this day special for Kiri.

While the cake was slowly prepared and decorations found their rightful places, you went to Jiro, who promised to prepare a CD for the birthday party.

Shoto continued to work with Bakugo, carefully heating the bowl of chocolate, ensuring it reached the right consistency. He occasionally scooped a bit to taste, emitting a contented hum as he did. 

Jiro had finished preparing the CD and had set up the audio equipment in the common room. Everything was coming together nicely for Kirishima's birthday celebration. "I hope he'll like the music," said the girl.

"I bet he will! I picked his favorite bands!" You assured, clapping your hands.

The only sound you could hear in the common room was everyone's chatter as they prepared the surprises. There was also the sound of Bakugo yelling in the kitchen, but it's not like it could surprise anyone.

Everything was coming together as you had planned, and you were so grateful for your friends.

Mina, with the assistance of Tokoyami and Denki, had finished setting up the decorations. 

Iida arrived with snacks, further contributing to the festive atmosphere.

Meantime, Kirishima eventually realized he hadn't eaten yet and his stomach rumbled. He turned to his friends. "Hey, how about we return to the dorm? I'm hungry..." The boy asked.

Midoriya nodded, sitting on a swing. "Sure!"

Ochaco checked her phone, seeing information from you and Mina that the party is ready. She poked Izuku and nodded her head, letting him know they could go back.

Back at the dorm, you made sure everything was as it should be. The only thing that made you worried was the cake since it looked like a rock and it was hard.

"Don't worry, dumbass! It's a good cake, it just has a thick layer of chocolate, so it looks like a rock. There's regular sponge cake with cream under it," Bakugo said.

"Wooooow! Look at that! Bakubro is really good in the kitchen! Not only with cooking!" Denki gasped, looking over your shoulder. All you could do is agree with him.

"Everyone! Lights out! Hide and get your confetti cannons, they are almost here!" Iida yelled.

You looked at Denki and quickly went to hide.

Bakugo wasn't really interested, so he just crouched down behind the counter.

Sero turned off the light, and everyone went quiet.

Kirishima, Uraraka, and Midoriya returned to the dorm, and Kirishima couldn't help but feel surprised by the quiet and darkness. Something wasn't clearly okay. "Where is everyone?" Kirishima whispered. "What if something happened when we were gone?!"

Midoriya put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "I think it's just the issue with electricity."

"Yes... I will go check," claimed Uraraka.

Quietly, they joined the others, receiving their own confetti cannons and party hats.

You counted to three, and then the lights went on. Everyone jumped out of their hiding spots and yelled, "Happy birthday, Eijiro!" while firing their cannons, bringing a colorful shower upon Kirishima.

Mina was one of the first to reach Kirishima, jumping at him and hugging him tightly, her excitement contagious. "All the best, birthday boy!"

Todoroki unleashed a mix of icy and fiery sparks beside shooting from his confetti cannon, creating a spectacular display. 

Tokoyami's Dark Shadow picked Kirishima up, and the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. "Long live the Red Riot!"

Kirishima's eyes lit up with surprise and happiness as he took in the wonderful birthday surprise prepared by his friends. "Oh God, guys!!"

"C'mon! Don't tell us that you thought we forgot," Denki laughed. "How could we forget the birthday of our best buddy!"

You nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro!" you yelled, jumping happily.

"C'mon, put him down. It's cake time," Bakugo said, placing the cake on the table. "You'll need this," he added, handing Kirishima a little wooden hammer.

Kirishima beamed with excitement and gratitude, truly touched by the heartfelt surprise from his friends. "You guys are the best! I had no idea you were planning all this."

He accepted the little wooden hammer from Bakugo, ready to take on the cake. "Thanks, Katsuki! Let's do this!" Kirishima's enthusiasm was infectious, and he raised the wooden hammer, preparing to strike the unique cake.

Everyone watched, excited to see the cake on the inside when the main door suddenly opened, grabbing everyone's attention.

Aizawa walked in, holding Eri by the hand. "Oh, don't mind me. I just brought one more guest who wanted to wish Kirishima a happy birthday. Go on, just like I told you," Shota encouraged. 

Eri nodded and walked up to Kirishima. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro! I hope all your wishes will come true!" the girl said.

All the girls melted seeing Eri being a sweetheart, and some of the boys did too!

Kirishima couldn't hold back his emotions as he hugged Eri tightly. "Thank you so much, Eri-chan! That's really sweet of you. I'm so happy you came!"

Dark Shadow started the CD player and some lively music could be heard, and the party continued with laughter, fun, and a heartwarming sense of togetherness.

After sharing the cake and even more wishes, everyone brought Kirishima a gift. Even Eri got him something small. The biggest surprise was that Bakugo actually had a gift for him. The only person who didn't give him a gift was you.

You caught Kirishima and gave him a tight hug. "Happy Birthday, Kiri! I hope you're enjoying yourself! It's your special day!"

Kirishima held you close, feeling truly grateful for the friends he had. "I'm having an amazing day, Y/N. Thanks to all of you, it's the best birthday ever."

"Oh, don't thank me! I couldn't have pulled it off without our wonderful friends!" You giggled, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I'm so happy you like it, Kiri!"

Kirishima sat in his dorm room, feeling content and exhausted after the wonderful surprise party thrown by his friends. He reflected on the day and couldn't help but smile. It had been a birthday to remember, filled with love and laughter. Now, he was ready to rest and recharge for the days to come.

You knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

Kirishima called out from inside, "Come in!"

"Well, hello there, birthday boy," you said, entering the room and closing the door behind yourself. "How do you feel after the great birthday party?"

Kirishima gave you a warm smile. "I feel amazing, honestly. It was the best birthday ever. Thanks to all our friends and, of course, to you for planning it all. I couldn't have asked for a better day."

You walked to him and hugged him tightly. "I was worried you would be upset with us pretending it's just a regular day. You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it so much."

Kirishima returned the hug, holding you close. "Mad? Nah, I thought it was awesome! You all really got me there. And, honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have friends like ours, and to have you in my life. It was perfect."

"My Kiri," you smiled and kissed his temple. "Oh! Right! Wait." After a moment, you presented him with a box. "I wanted to give it to you when we are alone."

Kirishima looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He took it from you and carefully opened it, revealing the contents.

It was a cute, handmade keychain of Crimson Riot. "Happy Birthday again, Eijiro," you said quietly.

Kirishima examined the keychain with a bright smile. "This is amazing! Thank you so much. It's perfect, just like you." He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, expressing his gratitude and affection, rubbing his nose against yours later.

You giggled, rubbing your noses together. "I bet you're tired. How about some evening cuddles? Just to cap off this fine day?"

Kirishima nodded, agreeing to the idea of ending his special day with some sweet cuddles. The two of you snuggled up together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep. It truly had been a fantastic birthday, and Eijiro couldn't have asked for a better way to end it.

[dccomicsimagines]

His Little Girl - Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can I have some sweet Superdad!Clark? Where he holds his baby girl, Lara, and it’s all fluff! Please!

***

Clark’s cape floated around him as he carefully opened the balcony door. The apartment was silent. He listened, smiling at the sound of your heartbeat. It was slower. You must have fell asleep.

Tilting his head, he caught the quick, fluttering heartbeat of his newborn daughter. He sucked in a breath as a wail erupted through the apartment. 

Clark dashed to the nursery. “Hush, sweetheart.” He glanced down at his fussing baby, taking in her dark hair and perfect little face. A face that was so like yours. His heart melted. He cradled her in his arms, gently lifting her up against his chest.

Lara quieted, her little eyes opened. Her hand rested on his chest, right on the S. Clark hummed a lullaby Ma used to sing to him. A smile pulled at his lips. He heard you shift in the next room.

"Go back to sleep, little Lara. I know you're not hungry," Clark sang softly to the tune of the lullaby. Throughout saving the world tonight, Clark listened for you and Lara. For his own peace of mind, to know you were safe. He knew you fed her just an hour ago.

"And your diaper isn't dirty." Clark smirked. "So were you just lonely, honey?" Lara cooed softly. Clark held his finger out to her, letting her take it. She squeezed it as gently as the flap of a butterflies wing.

He sighed as he heard a shuffle behind him. “Clark? Is she okay?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. 

“She’s okay. Just wanted some attention.” Clark glanced at you, smiling when you were almost asleep. “Go back to bed, sweetheart. I have her.” 

You hummed, staying where you were. “How is the world?”

Clark chuckled. “Good, in less trouble now.” He turned in your arms. You almost slumped to the floor, but he caught you in one arm. “Woah there, let’s put you back to bed.”

“But I’m lonely too.” You melted into him. Clark kissed the top of your head. Lara cooed again. “We missed you.”

Clark chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tilted your head up blindly, puckering your lips. Clark kissed you sweetly. 

He pulled away and gently guided you back to your bedroom. “Go back to sleep, love. I’ll join you in a minute.”

You hummed, eyes closed as he lifted the covers for you to climb into bed. He chuckled when you seemed to pass out immediately. It would be interesting to see if you remembered this in the morning.

Lara whined. Clark sang softly to her as he walked back to the nursey. She was so little, so fragile. He studied her, pacing the room to rock her back to sleep. “I don’t know how my parents had the strength to send me off. It must have been like tearing their heart out.” Clark kissed her forehead. Lara cooed.

“Of course, I would do it to save your life.” Tears filled his eyes. He took a deep breath. “But I hope it would never come to that.”

Lara’s eyes closed. Clark listened as her heartbeat slowed, easing back into sleep. He gently laid her back in her bassinet. “Good night, little Lara.”

Moonlight drifted in through the window. Clark pulled himself away from Lara and went back into your bedroom. You were still fast asleep. Clark leaned down to kiss your cheek before moving to clean himself up. 

“Clark?” You mumbled softly, rolling over once he climbed into bed. “Is Lara okay?”

“She’s fine.” He pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest. He listened to your breathing, even and steady. 

Looking down at you, Clark felt content. More content than he had been in his whole life. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off into dreamland.

[echantedtoon]

Demonstober Day 18 Guardian Spirit

A guardian spirit is a supernatural being that is said to protect or guide a person, place, or thing.

Tagging: @lavenderdropp @six-eyed-samurai @trancylovecraft @shadyd3ar @cherrysuzaku

@nousija @mspurpl3

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You've been plagued for a year by the nightmares. 

Various nightmares actually. There was no specific patterns to them or a running theme. They were just nightmares. It started last year mid summer. It was a regular day, nothing out of place, until you got to bed and decided to sleep. 

That's when you had the first nightmare of you going swimming and getting attacked by a shark. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors has broken down your doors and shaken your screaming form awake to see what was wrong. You were ok. No water or shark in sight, but you didn't get much sleep that night. 

The sane thing repeated the next night. This time you were tumbling through the sky. And then the next night. A bear chased you through the woods. And the next. A giant sinkhole swallowed your house whole. And then the next night-

You got the picture. 

However that wasn't the most terrifying thing about it. 

It was the your savior that you saw every time before the moment you woke up. 

It was a man...at least that's what you thought at first. Dreamland You was too busy trying to climb trees to get away from bandits chasing you demanding money before they were chased off by a giant shouting man or diving into a pond to escape a swarm of hornets buzzing after you before a giant gust of wind blew them away. But since the first nightmare you've always saw a glimpse of a man the background. You always brushed it off though. If was a couple of weird nightmares. And dreams never made sense. So a random man suddenly showing to save you up on a cloud as you grabbing your hand as you screamed for help falling through the sky, or pulling you up on a rock as you clung onto the cliff side for dear life meant nothing. 

Not until you had a good look at the man's face.

It was the nightmare that you were being chased by a bear. You were just walking along a field when you suddenly looked behind you, and froze as the looming shadow of a large grizzly bear rose up above you. The thing was covered in blood staining it's brown fur a rust color, as it's long fangs drooled with rabies. Claws flexed out as it growled before roaring at you. 

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Your scream echoed throughout the dreamscape as you snapped around and RAN as fast as you could. Adrenaline making your heart pumping when you inevitably heard the loud thuds of the bear dropping onto all fours and then charging after you. You didn't dare look back too terrified of the beast behind you. You knew this was a nightmare and the thing behind you wasn't real- But you weren't going to just wake yourself up by letting it EAT you! So you ran. You just had to make it until you eventually woke up like always. You'd climb up a tree or hide in the water again-

A screech left your lungs as your foot tripped over a rock and down you went. Painfully slamming your face into the ground before you continued to roll down the hill head over heels, until you painfully crashed into a rocky patch of ground at the bottom face to the sky. With a pained groan you opened your eyes.

And ice froze your veins as the bear stood right above you roaring out it's call and raising a paw in the air. You screamed out and slammed your eyes shut. Arms raising to shield your face waiting for the painful wake up call....

But it never came. 

As  the bear struck down, a large gleaming metal mace came flying through the air and collided into it with a thud. You opened your eyes briefly and watched in shock as the mace spiked ball was yanked away on a large chain. Following the thing you could only stare in awe as it lead.

TO THE LARGEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN!!!

He was easily almost seven or eight feet tall and easily towered over you eye level with the growling beat that roared at him. He stood firmly staring pure white orbs at the beast before him. The large spiked ball swinging from one hand as a thick long chain was wrapped up around his other in large powerful hands. He continued to stare at the rabid animal with a scowl before he himself roared at it.

"Leave here! You are not welcome!," he roared at the bear as it continued to growl, but took a cowering step back as he held up the long chain towards it's face. "You will not be told again! No more shall you plague this woman's dreams with your evil presence! By Buddha's light, I command you to leave!!"

You watched curled up and back against a boulder as the bear snarled one last time time before it turned around and began to run off thudding footsteps behind it. You only watched in shock as it slowly became more and more transparent with each running step until the bear comes turned invisible and disappeared into the air. In shock your eyes blinked before shaking your head and staring where it had disappeared. 

What..just happened?

Her body flinched as after a few silent seconds a pair of loud footsteps approached her. Head snapping up and freezing again as the large man approached slowly. He stopped a few yards away, a respectful distance to not scare you, and stopped. Head tilted down towards the place where you sat frozen. Gone was the weapon, like the bear seeming to vanish in thin air, and replaced by long strands of reddish prayer beads that clinked together in his clasped hand as they moved. For another minute you both didn't speak still until he gained a worried look and spoke.

"Are you alright? It didn't hurt you did it?"

"I-.." You shook your head slowly standing up on shaky legs. "Y-Yes. I-I mean yes I'm alright. Not yes it hurt me." You were just a little sore from rolling down the hill.

The man tilted his head as if trying to decide if you were lying before nodding with a relieved sigh. "That's a relief to hear. My apologies for arriving so late this time but I had to be sure that it wouldn't be coming back again after tonight."

"This time? Just who are you? And what was that thing?"

"That creature is an evil spirit who feeds off of the fear of the innocent. As for me.." He finally smiled at you. "You have seen me before. I've been visiting you since that creature started interfering with your dreams."

What? What was he talking about? You would've remembered seeing someone so..well unique looking like this. But he did look somewhat familiar. Had you seen him before? He only patiently smiled as you wracked your brain for the answers. Until it finally clicked.

"You're the man from my dreams that's been saving me." You pointed at him to which he only hummed and nodded. "But why? Who ARE you? What are you?"

"Who and what I am entirely is too complicated to explain to you right now, but I am widely known as one's guardian spirit," he explained with a smile still.

"A guardian spirit? MY guardian spirit?"

"Yours and a few others. That's why I was late. Again my apologies to you for that but please rest assured that you shall not be bothered by that evil creature again."

You shook your head again reaching out to hold it in your hands. "This feels like a really bad dream."

"In a way it is just that." The small clinking of beads followed slowly footsteps until he stopped in front of you and you paused as a large hand gently placed itself on your head. "But do not be worried about this no more. It's all over. For now you must wake up."

You woke up with a gasp.

Eyes staring at your ceiling as sunlight filters through the windows before you quickly sat up. A quick look around told you, you were alone. Oh...It was just a dream after all. A really weird one. You sighed and reached out to rub your head. Not knowing what to make of everything.

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Sniper x M!Reader 18+ || Passenger Princess

[Road Head][Mutual Masturbation][Sound Kink][Voyeurism]

You knew exactly why you were chosen as Sniper's handler. Miss Pauling was absolutely swamped in work regarding Soldier's effective elimination of a local ecosystem and starting of New Mexico's largest fire in recorded history. The Administrator couldn't be bothered to do anything field work related, so the closest employee was chosen to accompany Sniper- the leash to keep the prized dog from running away.

Both of you thought it was stupid to worry about Sniper of all people running away. Hell, it was more likely that either you or Miss Pauling would be fly to Europe to snag Spy from an impromptu vacation. The rumble of the camper van starting up jostled you out of your passive aggressive daydreams of Monacco beaches as Sniper gave you a look.

"I don't need a bloody babysitter." He muttered to you, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"I totally agree. I'll just stay in the car while you do you, m'kay?" You responded as you buckled your seat belt and relaxed into the worn leather passenger seat. Sniper took a moment before he responded with a simple yet impressed hum of approval.

With that, the painstaking drive wore at your patience. You stayed as quiet as you could, as Sniper did not initiate any conversation... but the opportunity to be so close to one of the mercs! You were usually the cleanup crew! Just one question wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, Sniper seemed calm enough. Miss Pauling described Sniper as one of the most reasonable mercs, so if you had a shot to have a conversation with any of them, Sniper was your best bet!

"So uh, got a name?" You finally broke the silence. God, you felt like a fish out of water.

"..Sniper?" He responded, a slight smile on his face. You could barely tell it was a smile!

"No- nonono, I meant like.. your actual name."

The exhale through his nose was what you could only assume was a laugh.

"Right then, Mick Mundy. Why's it matter?"

"Just.. curious."

"Great, stuck 5 hours in a car with a curious type." Sniper sighed as he briefly rolled his eyes. His sarcastic nature put you off slightly. Did he not want to talk? That was more than fine if he didn't, but he could have said that!

A few moments pass as the awkward tension churned like butter. "Well I suppose I should ask your name too, be polite n' all." Sniper spoke up.

"Oh, does it matter for me though? I mean, I'm just an assistant." You laughed, but eventually confessed your first name.

"That's not a bad name, but I guess you're right. If we haven't met for this long, then we probably won't cross paths again." Sniper shrugged. "How long have you been in Teufort?"

"A few years, I was hired on by Miss Pauling to help with cleanup and stuff... the only reason I'm here with you is because she's busy with news repression. How about you?"

"I got the call about 4 years ago."

"Nice, nice... Paid well?"

"Yeah, 'can take care of my ma and pa."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"You?"

"Eh, it's an hourly job and I haven't slept on 2 days."

"Jesus." Sniper muttered as he glanced at you quickly. You looked well put together from a passing look, but in a more comfortable surrounding? Your eyebags were far more prominent. "Why don't you get a nap in since it's just interstate travel for a bit?" He offered.

You decided to take Sniper up on his offer and get the first taste of sleep that you've had in a good 53 hours.

As the gentle rocking of Sniper's driving drifted you off to dreamland, Sniper kept his thoughts to himself. God, you were hot. As soon as Sniper saw you, he wanted to pin you against the side of his camper and fuck you. But no, he had a code. Be polite, be efficient. He was a professional, with no feelings attached. Although, with you so sweetly asleep not 3 feet away from him, you made him reconsider lust as not an emotion, but a primal need. Rules of nature and all that junk. The way the barely setting sun kissed your skin as you curled around yourself made Sniper bite the inner side of his cheek in restraint.

By the time you woke up, the clock told you that there was a good hour left of driving before you two reached your location. You yawned and stretched, groaning against your will as the noises of your body started up. The little sighs and whimpers drove Sniper insane.

"Mornin'" You groaned as sleep still held you captive. Your body swayed, which led you to slump against the armrest between the two chairs, your head tapped gently against Sniper's side.

"Good morning, you awake?" Sniper muttered.

"Mhm... god, you're hot." You sighed sweetly, not completely aware that you said that out loud.

"Thanks mate, you are too." Sniper assured. He took a risk when he put his hand atop on your head, thumb rubbed over your temple. You giggled and pet his thigh.

Sniper cleared his throat awkwardly, was this a good time to ask? Was it even appropriate? God, your hand was too close for comfort yet so achingly far away! "Do you wanna..?" He hummed, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded as you fumbled with your pants.

God, the sound of you when you touched yourself- the sound of skin that slid over skin, the sound of your tongue wetting your palm, and the sleepy sigh of need, it all ruined Sniper just to hear. This was grossly unprofessional and impulsive, where the hell did this even come from?! Had you felt the same thing he had? He couldn't look over at you, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he grit his teeth.

"Hey, I'm curious." You speak up, your voice breathy as you continued to move your hand up and down your dick.

"Yeah?" Sniper responded, eager to answer.

"Have you ever gotten road head?"

Quick hands unzipped Sniper's pants and moved Sniper's hard cock through the slit in his underwear. A few experimental pumps was the only warning Sniper got before you swallowed around Sniper's tip, which gave you a choked out moan from Sniper. He was lucky that he was good at driving one handed as he shoved your head down deeper as his fingers twisted into your hair, nails scraped into your scalp.

He wasn't a dick you could deepthroat easily. You choked and coughed violently before you tried again with another effort, half of his length in your mouth with the base covered and jerked off by your hand. You assumed Sniper to be a quiet sort, and you were mostly correct. The bated breathing, the muscle spasms of his stomach, and the deep exhales as Sniper tried to keep his primary focus on driving only spurred you on. As you pleasured yourself, you took extra care to moan around the cock in your mouth.

The noises churned like a thick putty in Sniper's chest. Yeah, getting hsi dick sucked was great, but Sniper was always a more auditorial person. He was able to hear everything and he loved it. Oh shit- wait- god damn it!

Your mouth was flooded with cum as Sniper shuddered out his orgasm with little huffs and groans. You wanted to tease him for popping so fast, but you were far too busy swallowing it down.

"Christ, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

[sahonithereadwolf]

I went down another research hole the other night. Y'all might know about "Big Rock Candy Mountain" from O Brother, Where Art Thou...

But it, like most of the songs from that movie comes from a tradition of American folk songs. Big Rock Candy Mountains very specifically this tradition of hobo ballads. And, like setting aside the overtones of American colonialism that purvey all these sort of "there is a dreamland to the west for you to claim" songs, there is a cultural tradition of these. "Life is a struggle but there is a place where it's not if you can find it" is a very human sentiment.

There are plenty of medieval works on Cockaigne, which has a similar kinda tone to it. A land where the harsh realities of a blue collar or peasant class struggle can not exist.

But did you know about the secret gay lyrics of Big Rock Candy Mountain?

After Harry McClintoc recorded his version of this ballad, which he claimed he wrote in 1895 based off the stories he heard as a kid working on the railroad, a bunch of people took him to court because they claimed he stole and took parts of his song from a bunch of other hobo songs in the same traditions. Sweet Potato Mountain, Hobo's Heaven, An Appleknocker's Lament... As part of the court dispute, McClintock was told by the judge to perform the song. As art of the court record we have a last stanza which is not used in the cleaned up version used for records and "reputable venues". This was recorded as:

"The punk rolled up his big blue eyes And said to the jocker, "Sandy, I've hiked and hiked and wandered too, But I ain't seen any candy. I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore And I'll be damned if I hike any more To be * * * * * * * * In the Big Rock Candy Mountains." Now NO ONE KNOWS what that last lyric is. However we can make some very educated inferences. This is about gay sex.

And it's not like "Big Rock Candy Mountains" is immune to commentary despite the more sanitized versions you'd see later from the likes of Burl Ives.

I'm thinking very specifically: "In The Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth" and

"In The Big Rock Candy Mountains The jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again As soon as you are in There ain't no short-handle shovels No axes, saws or picks I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In The Big Rock Candy Mountains" Going back to the lyrics "The punk rolled up his big blue eyes"

Punk in this context and original use, especially in it's use in hobo culture refers to a younger man or boy being kept for sex and other menial task.

Which, you know, should put a whole new context to see how it's been used against other forms of youth culture. Hippies, greasers, punks,ect. And at least for me makes it's misuse feel even more slapdash and pathetic.

If you doubt this, it is quickly followed up by the term "Jocker" "And said to the jocker, 'Sandy," a slang term of the era referring to an aggressive and usually straight passing dom top, especially in the context of prison.

To be a little flippant, this is a twink grumbling to a daddy.

As I mentioned before, no one actually knows what that missing lyric is. Or at the very least it's never been made public.

But give it's proximity to "sore" and "more" a lot of guess tend to jump to the word "Whore".

Sam Eskin actually interviewed McClintock for Folkway Records and which, when asked about the lyrics said “the ambition of every hobo was to snare some kid to do his begging for him, among other things,”

This is something you see in a lot of early gay panic lit all the way up through the 80's. Especially as the moral authoritarianism of the Hayes code kicked in. But it also found itself in the early pulp lit where queerness could still exist (if behind a little mask and a performative, if dramatic, finger shake)

Queerness and homelessness were intertwined. Still are, both from my own personal experiences and if you look at the statistics. And it's not much of a leap to understand why. ---

But we do have some offered lyrics from other authors: "To be buggered sore like a hobo’s whore,” Is a popular one, which has it's origins from a 2002 folk music site called mudcat and waaaaay too British to read naturally if you ask me.

“And be cornholed till my ass is raw.” is another one you see passed around a lot. Which feels too forum humor.

George Milburn in 1930 offers "To be a homeguard with a lemonade card.” which is naive and sweet to say the least.

The fact is we still don't know this lyric, gay punchline (or at least gay panic) as it might be. All we know is that Big Rock Candy Mountain "Was never meant to be a parlor song" in McClintock's own words.

Well that and the insight it offers into social perceptions of queerness at the time and how it's shaped and shifted in the future.

What do you think this secret gay Big Rock Candy Mountain lyric is?

[macybeckham7]

you can't sleep and it's super late but you don't want to wake up trent, you keep rolling around and eventually your shuffling accidentally wakes him up, you tell him and he helps you go to sleep the only way he knows how, he eats you out

You don’t know why but you were finding it difficult to get settled, no matter how many times you moved you just couldn’t get comfortable. It annoyed you even more that Trent was laying beside you in a deep sleep, as you could hear his deep breathing. You must of moved too much as you woke Trent up, you felt him move which made your body stiffen as you try and keep still and hope that he would go back. ‘Baby? You are really fidgety tonight’ he yawns. You turn around and move into his arms, he kisses you as he asks what’s on your mind. ‘Nothing I just can’t sleep’ you pout. Trent knew exactly how to help you with that, he hovers over you, kissing you before moving down your body. He moves your legs apart and then pulls your panties to the side. You let out a gasp as you feel his tongue against you, your hands grasp at him, as your hips rock softly against him. Within seconds you were a moaning mess underneath him, he gives you an amazing orgasm with your eyes rolling backwards. As soon as he finished with you, and he comes up for air, you snuggling into his side and you were sailing into dreamland and finally managed to get sleep.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Wake Up Adam!

@fanofstuff02 About that ask from earlier.

Adam was exhausted, he hadn't slept for nearly four days. It didn't matter what he did, he tried tea, the tried different sleeping positions, he tried weird hacks from the internet.

Nothing worked.

He had his head resting on his hand at the breakfast table, eyes heavy but not enough to whisk him away to dreamland. Adam groaned as a headache started to set in. He closed his eyes and they throbbed with the need for sleep.

"Are you okay, Adam? You haven't touched your pancakes." Charlie asked from the other side of the table as she ate her own.

Adam opened his eyes to glare at her. "I'm fucking exhausted, I haven't slept in fuck knows how long. I think I'm starting to see shit."

"Have tried anything to get to sleep?" Lucifer asked as he sat down beside Adam. Adam looked awful, he had deep dark bags under his eyes, he looked slightly pale, and it looked as if he was going to face plant into his food.

Adam scowled at the King. "Gee, why didn't I fucking think of that! Oh that's right, I did!" Lack of sleep was making Adam rather snippy.

Well, snippyer than normal.

"Why didn't you just say something? I could have helped you get to sleep." Lucifer wiggled his fingers with a half smile. "You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks asshole." Adam put his face in his hands. "How would you do it?" He was far too tired to give a shit if Lucifer even tranquilized his ass.

Lucifer got up and motioned for Adam to follow him. They went into the lobby and he sat Adam down on the couch. It's almost like that one time back in Eden when Adam couldn't sleep and Lucifer sang him to sleep.

Only this time he wouldn't be singing.

"Okay, relax. This won't hurt a bit." Before Adam could question what he meant by that, Lucifer pressed his index finger to the middle of Adam's forehead. He watched as Adam's eyes rolled in the back of his head only showing the whites. Adam slumped back, eyes closed and breathing even. "Sweet dreams princess."

"How long will he be asleep?" Charlie asked as she entered the room.

"As long as he needs. Likely hours. But that's fine, it's not like there's anything important he needs to do." Lucifer sat down beside Adam's sleeping form, he looked so peaceful like this. He even started to snore a little bit and it wasn't even a loud obnoxious one. It was soft and quiet, you'd hardly know he was doing it.

It was at this moment that Angel walked in with an arm full of mail. "This came for you, Lucifer." He handed the envelope to the King and went in his way to go through the mail.

"Thank you, Angel." Lucifer knew just by looking at it that it was a letter from heaven. More specifically Sera herself.

Dear King Lucifer Morningstar,

I am writing to seek an audience with you and Adam. Since he has been in Hell with you for sometime now, I would like to see him in person to make sure that no one, including yourself is bringing harm to him.

Two o'clock at the heaven embassy tomorrow.

Be there with Adam unharmed.

Yours faithfully,

Sera

Lucifer looked over at the passed out sinner beside him. This was fine, they had plenty of time before tomorrow. Adam would have his good nights rest, tell Sera he's okay, and everything would be alright in the world.

Only by noon the next day Adam was still asleep and no one could wake him up.

"Wake up, Adam! We have to go see Sera!" Lucifer shook him but that did nothing. Strangely, not even his magic could wake him.

"Did you kill him?" Angel asked poking Adam's cheek.

"No! He's just sleeping." Lucifer needed to wake him up and fast. "If you don't wake up, I'll smash your guitar and set it on fire."

Nothing. Not even the slightest movement of an eyelash.

"He'll cut your nuts off big guy!" Angel tried and again, nothing.

"They're replacing rock music with jazz!"

"They're discontinuing reality tv!"

"There are no more ribs in all of Hell!"

"Lucifer wants to marry you!"

Lucifer looked at Angel with an unreadable expression. "Dude, seriously?" Sure, him and Adam were dating but it was way too soon for that.

Even if Lucifer has thought about how good the name 'Adam Morningstar' sounds.

Angel shrugged. "I thought that would wake him up, being with his true love forever." He placed the back of his hand on his forehead in dramatic fashion.

"If he were awake he'd smack you."

"That's how I know this is a super deep sleep!"

Lucifer crossed his arms, they needed to wake him before he went to see Sera. "Get me his guitar and amp." Angel did as he was told and Lucifer hooked it up and turned it up as loudly as he could.

This had to work.

Lucifer ripped a cord so loud it shattered every window in the hotel. Adam didn't even flinche. "Oh come on!"

"What!?" Angel yelled, his ears were ringing.

"Dad! What is going on in here?" Charlie walked in gesturing all around to the broken windows and glass. "Is Adam still sleeping?"

"We can't wake him." Lucifer put the guitar dowm. "Sera wants to see him in one hour and we can't fucking wake him!" Adam snored from his spot on the couch. "Wake up!"

"Oh, what if we did this?" Angel pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his chest fluff and places them on Adam's face. "You mimic his voice and Sera won't know!"

"That's crazy enough to work." Lucifer got in behind Adam and seized his hands, moving them around how Adam would. He cleared his throat and did what he thought was a good Adam impression. "Hey Sera it's me Adam! I fucking rock and am the best merely for existing!"

"Dad she's gonna know."

"Dad? Who's dad, I'm Adam!"

"Dad please stop."

Lucifer sighed and places Adam back where he was and moved away. "Well I don't know what to do! She's gonna think I killed him or some shit." He ran a hand through his hair. Of all the times for this to happen it had to be when Sera wanted to see him.

She never was good with timing.

"I'll have to take him as is and explain the situation." Lucifer scooped Adam up into his arms and opened a portal to the heaven embassy. He walked over to the desk and signed in. "Come on bud, wake up before Sera gets here and bitches me out."

Lucifer entered the meeting room and set Adam down in a chair, he slumped forward onto the table drooling slightly.

The lights turned on and Sera was ay the other end of the table with a neutral expression gracing her face. "Lucifer, why is Adam unconscious?"

"He's just sleeping, relax." Lucifer tried to sound nonchalant but he was freaking out inside.

"So wake him."

"I can't."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Can't or won't?"

This bitch. "Can't. He's a very deep sleeper apparently."

"Does this have anything to do with your devil magic?" Sera crossed her arms and glares firmly. "Lucifer, you wake him up or there is going to be trouble."

"That a threat?"

"More like a promise." He knew that Sera cared for Adam like a mother, but would she really rage war against Hell because Adam took an overdue nap? The hateful look in her eyes told him yes, yes she would.

"Give me a minute." Lucifer wheeled Adams chair into the hallway.

"Lucifer!"

He ignored her in favor of proping Adam up. "Come on princess, you've had enough beauty sleep time to wake up." He didn't know what to do and he was out of time. "Adam, come on sleeping beauty."

Wait.

Sleeping beauty.....

"If this works I'm gonna scream." Lucifer cupped Adams face and firmly kissed his lips for a few seconds. He pulled away and waited.

Adam inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, he stretched in the chair and yawned. "Luci, what are we-, when did we get to the embassy?"

"Well good morning sleeping beauty. I'll explain later. You get in there and talk to Sera."

Adam blinked, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Sera? The fuck does she want?" He got up and slowly made his way into the room. "Well if it isn't her all mighty majesity. What can I can do for ya?"

Sera relaxed and came over to Adam and fussed over him like he was a toddler. She kept asking if he was okay, if he was being tortured or abused, just a million questions being thrown at Adam.

"Chillax I'm fine Sera."

"Are you sure?"

"Scouts honor." He held up his hand in a mock salute. "Is this all you wanted? You could have just fucking face timed me."

"I just needed to see you in person." Sera smoothed out his hair. "Well alright, everything seems to be in order. I'll be scheduling another meeting soon, unrelated to this." They said their good byes and she was gone.

Adam turned to look at Lucifer. "What the fuck did I miss?"

"I'll fill you in on the way home." They walked hand in hand back to the hotel.

Adam removed the sunglasses from his face and gave the devil a questioning look. "What's with the sunglasses?"

"I'll get to that in the explanation."

[hazslover]

In this shade of blue

Listen to it while reading this.. Xx

He stares into her nervous gaze, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

‘Are you sure?’ He asks, lips ghosting hers.

She pulls him in, lips almost touching, hands fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

‘I trust you’ she assures him.

and his heart might burst, hearing those three words, squeezing out of his chest. He leans over and—

‘Don’t go.. please’ she whimpers.

He looks back down at her, cupping her cheeks again.

‘jus’ going to grab a condom.. lovie’ he tells her.

His nose nudges against hers, muttering reassurances. ‘Relax for me, lovie’, ‘deep breaths, yeah?’ and she does, inhaling and exhaling. Her hand pressed to where his heart beats. It melts just for her.

‘Gonna grab the condom now.. jus’ keep breathing for me, lovie’ he tells her.

He removes his hoodie, following his tee and sport shorts before tearing the packet with his teeth and rolling it along his length.

and the action has her choking on a breath, heart beating too fast.

‘Breathe f’me darling’ he instructs, gripping her hand tighter to his heart.

It’s slow, gentle beats that calms her nerves a little. Her gaze not once falling from his.

‘jus’ relax, yeah?’ He asks, soft gaze, emeralds waiting for her response.

‘al— alright’ she breathes, inhaling a long needed breath.

and she fists his end hairs, avoiding his gaze when he sheaths in. Slow and gentle like he promised.

‘It hu— hurts’ she confesses, soft tears falling down her cheeks.

His heart squeezes out of his chest, head falling into the crevice of her neck, apologising with tender words and soft kisses.

‘Want me to pull out, lovie?’ He asks, pressing gentle kisses along her collarbone.

‘I— ’ she breaths out.

Her hands fist his hair tighter, scrunching her face, feeling the pain tingle through her skin.

‘Please, angel.. tell me what to do’ he begs.

‘s’not gonna hurt too much?’ She asks.

He presses a kiss under her ear, such softness, melting her beating heart.

‘Gonna hurt a little.. but I promise jus’ for a few minutes’ he assures her.

‘a— alright then’ she tells him, her voice so soft. so fragile.

He begins to rock his hips with gentle motion, each thrust so delicate. She whimpers, soft sounds falling with each thrust she takes.

-

and when he rolls off of her, breathless, sweat dripping down his temples, she steals a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

‘That was..’ she pants. ‘it felt so good’.

He turns his head around, nudging the tip of his nose against hers. Soft emeralds shut, panting out a ‘yeah?’. She kisses down his chest, admiring his tattoos, humming a ‘yes’.

‘Gonna clean that mess we made’ he tells her, pointing at the juices sticking around her mound.

He takes a minute before grabbing a wet towel, brushing it between her thick thighs and giggles fall from her angelic lips, hands braiding through his wet hair.

when he’s done, kissing her thick thighs once again, he pulls her close, resting his emeralds for a while. Her light snores filter the room, drifting into a peaceful slumber and with that he drifts of into dreamland too.

[let-them-read-fics]

Midnight Mercy

Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Somnophilia, Slight Degradation

Word Count: 2,607

Summary: The term "wet dream" takes on a whole new meaning in the middle of the night, nestled between the sheets of your bed.

Gahyeon needs your help in finishing what she unconsciously started.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m sorry for not uploading sooner; life just got in the way a bit. Buuuuut, I’m back now, and I’ve got a few writings already finished that I just have to edit and post for all of you to enjoy :) I hope you like this piece <3 Handong’s story will be posted soon, also, so keep an eye out for that!

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“Y/N,” a sleepy mumble came from behind you, paired with a bit of shuffling beneath the sheets. 

“I’m here, Gah,” you responded, equally as tired and fully aware that she was away in dreamland somewhere and incapable of actually hearing you. 

“Y/N/N,” she spoke again, this time a little louder – a little more forceful. 

You rolled over, intertwining your legs with hers and laying an arm across her midriff to offer her some reassurance. Perhaps she’d feel it and fall back into a restful slumber again. 

“Shhh,” you soothed, the noise slightly altered from the way your cheek pressed against your pillow. 

When your fingertips lightly stroked her side in a gentle, mindless pattern, she seemed to relax and settle down. Whatever was bothering her stopped, and you lazily smiled, falling back into the rhythm of sleep right behind her.

- 20 Minutes Later - 

Unconscious, unintentional stimulation. That’s all Gahyeon’s mind cared about as it prompted her body to continue the slow grind that it had begun a few minutes prior, aiming to relieve the pressure that plagued her core. 

Her hips wound in sensual circles and strokes, causing her clit to rub just right against something firm and warm that just so happened to be nearby.

Only when the rocking became more forceful did she begin to wake up, and only then did she realize what she had been doing. Her pulse was quicker than normal, pumping harder in her chest, and her breathing was faster, too.

Aided by what light the moon had to offer, she peeked down at where your bodies were joined. The covers had fallen – or been pushed – away, exposing both of you to the night air. 

Both of her legs were wrapped around one of yours, and as she moved to reposition them, her mouth fell open instead. 

A large wet spot glistened on your thigh, darkening the leg of your grey sweatpants in a way that both embarrassed Gahyeon and aroused her. 

Though she hadn’t meant to, she had nearly gotten herself off on you. 

Her eyes tracked up to your face, where she found blissful ignorance etched into your features. 

You were laid out on your back, breathing softly. The neckline of your tank top had ridden lower than it was meant to, due to your drowsy tossing and turning from before. She couldn't help but focus her attention there, admiring the way that your nipples were peaked beneath the thin material, just out of view. 

She bit her lip, needing to busy her mouth. 

The waistband of your sweats had long ago fallen below its proper place as well; your hip bones peeked out above it, and it was all her fault. Her grinding had slowly worked your pants down, pulling them little by little. 

Crimson blush crept up the back of her neck, working up to her cheeks the longer she admired you. 

Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

While thousands of people threw themselves at her on the daily, all vying for any miniscule amount of attention she'd pay to them, here she was giving every bit of it to you – wholly and undivided. 

She was simply a pawn in your unconscious game. And yet, for a fate that sounded so taxing, she lived for it. 

Her bout of adoration was interrupted as you shifted, sensing some sort of change despite still being asleep. 

Ignorant to the situation at hand, you scooted closer, returning your body to its previous position next to hers as you unconsciously sought out the warmth that she provided so well. 

Your arm wrapped around her abdomen as you pulled her in, and your leg shifted back between her thighs; the motion of your readjustments reached her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her again. 

It reminded her of just how sensitive she was. How close.

Your cheek pressed to her chest, nuzzling there comfortably. 

“Y-Y/N, baby,” she addressed, though her voice betrayed her. What she intended to sound firm was anything but; it classified more so as a broken moan than anything else. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Sleep played on the edge of your mind, cradling you there. 

She gave into the selfish urge to grind again, just a little. No harm, no foul… right?

Her head pressed back into the pillow when your lips brushed against her breast, settling dangerously close to her nipple. Your breath fanned out across her exposed skin, exploiting how sensitive it was; her thin crop top was practically useless as a barrier. If anything, it only heightened what she was feeling. 

It was almost too much to handle; her head spun, dizzied by everything that came along with having you so close. 

“Y/N, wake up,” she tried again, voice still airy.

You muttered a low protest and drew her closer, not listening. 

“You feel so good,” you complimented through a sleepy, blissful sigh, your lips ghosting across her skin with the words. Your hand skimmed down further, meeting the curve of her side, before coming to rest above the line of her thong. 

The pulse between her thighs grew stronger with everything you did. Shame pervaded her mind at the idea of using you like this to get off, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it. Wanted to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity – of you, and your flawless body. It made her feel dirty, but turned on all the same.

“Gah,” you uttered, beginning to wake up and break through the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” She was tense in your arms, and doing everything she could to keep some distance between you. 

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dark before propping up on your elbow to look at her. 

With her head turned away, you couldn’t see the helpless way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, or the furrow of her brows as she focused hard on refraining from riding your thigh. 

Your grip on her waist tightened as you shifted close enough to peek at her face; the subtle move made her moan, and it was then that you began to piece things together. You glanced down between your bodies, finding her two thighs trapping one of yours in precious need. A gentle smile showed on your face, full of curious wonder. 

She was absolutely ruinous.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, baby?”

“I tried,” she said. “You were out like a light.”

Two half-truths that conveniently enabled her to forego explaining her deeper desires. Admitting just how much she had enjoyed the thrill of using you in your altered state wasn’t an option in her mind. 

The slight undertone of annoyance in the unsteady waves of her voice made your smile deepen. She really must have been suffering. 

“Use me now, then,” you resolved simply. “Finish what you started.”

She turned her face to look at you – finally – allowing you to see her rosy cheeks and the want in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, a bit disheveled as it splayed across the pillow in multiple directions. Still, she was breathtaking. 

“Y-you don’t mind?” She asked smally.

You let out a little laugh at that. “Of course not. Why would I?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood. Since you’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother–

“Gahyeon, look at me,” you interrupted her rambling, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “I will always be in the mood for you, okay?” You raised your brows expectantly. 

She nodded, taking your words of reassurance to heart. 

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. So come here,” you coaxed, settling back against the pillows behind you. “...I want to watch you ride me.”

Her heart skipped a beat, both in part from your sweetness and also from your request. She wasn’t often plagued by shyness, but you had the mysterious ability of bringing it out in her at times like this. 

A timid smile reached her lips as she rolled over, obediently moving to straddle you. Her wet shorts made contact with your exposed stomach, making you draw in a breath. She laid down atop you, aligning her body with yours; she was practically humming with need.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised, musing gratefully. 

You smiled as her lips grazed your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to it before she buried her face in the safety of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, letting her settle comfortably between them and find her confidence again. 

Her hips began to move in small strokes, still reserved, like she was testing the waters. Your hands gained purchase on the small of her back, guiding her to move freely and release her inhibitions. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

The reassurance in your sweet voice successfully spurred her on, and she began to own her desire, slowly but surely. 

In time with her grinding, her pillowy lips drug across your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses in their wake. 

She gave into the urge to mark you when you moaned her name under your breath, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“Is this what you wanted to do while I was asleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to give her better ease of access. “Too much of a slut to be patient… Just wanted to use me to get off, huh?”

She nodded, humping faster. The degradation in your tone made her clit throb harder than before, and the humiliation of being found out made her heart pound. 

She should’ve known you’d put the pieces together eventually. 

“Didn’t wanna wait…” she mumbled between kisses, fessing up, “...felt too good to stop.”

She allowed her hands to wander over your body, ghosting her nails across your skin just enough to leave goosebumps as she trailed them towards your chest. She kneaded one of your breasts through your tank top, groping it like she’d been dying to ever since waking up. 

You whimpered, and the sound of it made her hips jerk and stutter briefly. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” she cursed under her breath. Her shorts rubbed against your stomach and pelvis, spreading her slick everywhere, making a mess on you. The heady scent of her arousal filled the space between you, igniting something within you with every inhale you drew in. 

In one motion, she pulled your top down, fully exposing your chest to her eager eyes. The thin straps of it fell down your arms, hanging loosely. 

Under her heavy gaze, it was your turn to be shy; she sat up to take in the full sight of you, still straddling your waist. 

Her hands splayed across your stomach as she continued to grind, reveling in the friction that her clit received. The force of her thrusts moved you as well, causing your breasts to bounce.

The image of you like that only made her wetter, and she made it a point to etch it into her mind to remember later. 

Your fingertips skated to the edge of her shirt, which you promptly pulled off of her and tossed elsewhere into the surrounding darkness. 

You sat up and kissed her exposed skin, encouraged by her poorly-suppressed sounds of pleasure. 

She was a work of art, and as you nipped and licked everywhere your mouth could reach, you attempted to paint a hundred different odes to her. Little tributes, all reminders of your devotion to her that she could discover later. Every mark was a splash of color, growing a deeper shade as you fell even more in love. 

With your bodies intertwined and her writhing insatiably within your arms, you felt invigorated. 

Your lips enveloped her nipple as you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. She melted into you at the feeling, pushing herself closer and closer to give you as much access as possible. 

On their own accord, your hips began to wind. 

Your own clit throbbed, having been completely ignored the entire time. But now it brushed against the bunched up crotch of your sweatpants as you moved, attaining a taste of relief.

Erratically, Gahyeon’s muscles jumped against you. You could feel her impending orgasm beginning to take over; her moans grew louder, and her movements less controlled. 

They were stuttered and messy, even causing the headboard to collide with the wall a few times. But you couldn't have cared less; you simply smiled triumphantly and met her with the same level of intensity, encouraging her to chase after her high and use you however she needed to. 

"Y/N/N, baby" she warned, voice whiny and strained with effort, "I'm gonna…"

You released her nipple with a wet pop and brought a hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She submitted immediately and gave you control, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she teetered on the edge. 

You threaded your fingers into her hair, tightening your grip without warning. The sensation – paired with one final, perfectly timed grind – sent her over the edge. 

A slew of whiny moans came out of her, high pitched and breathless. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, and her mind raced with thoughts of you. She held tightly to them, hanging onto the glorious feeling for as long as possible, never wanting it to end.  

As you coaxed her through the aftershocks, she suckled on your lower lip, languidly riding out every last one of them. She jerked a few times, clinging to you like her life depended on it. 

She was especially sensitive when you reached into her shorts and circled her swollen clit with your thumb. 

"How about another, baby? Since you did so well for me." You offered against her lips, enjoying the way she trembled.

Her resulting, sheepish nod inspired a smile to form on your face.

“Oh and, for the record,” you added, brushing the tip of your nose against hers, “you can do whatever you want with me, anytime; even if I’m sleeping. I don’t mind.” 

You felt the way that she clenched at that, her walls responding to the mere future promise of it alone, and your grin only deepened. 

She shook like a leaf as you moved even closer, allowing your lips to hover next to her ear.

“I know you want to, jagi. It's cute." 

An embarrassed groan left her, but you were only encouraged by it. 

"Maybe I should pretend," you teased, shutting your eyes as you laid back down onto the pillows. "This better?" 

When you let out a fake snore, she whined in protest and smacked your shoulder. 

"Yah! Cut it out!"

You chuckled and pulled her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek to smooth things over again and win her back. Your fingertips swirled across her clit again, like an unspoken apology to ease her anger. 

Despite the pouting she was doing, she leant in to kiss you anyway.

It didn't take long for her to melt into it, either – giving herself up to you again like the good girl she was. 

Moonlight fell across her features, highlighting all of the ways they scrunched together in pleasure when you quickened your movements in her shorts. You eased two fingers into her and curled them, inspiring a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

With a smirk, you accepted what fate had in store:

Neither one of you would be getting any more sleep tonight.