#she steals all the blankets until she ends up kicking off all the blankets and clinging to masha instead

[indirectcomedian]

see you asking about asks, hello again. i am once again asking about mk ultra. any thoughts about them lately?

hi anon!!! ive been thinking about my headcanons on how fucked up their sleeping situation would be 😭 i think kelly would always be frozen cold and masha would always be way too hot so they would balance each other out. except for the part that kelly kicks in her sleep and honestly beats the shit out of masha. i believe masha would be a completely dead to the world sleeper and just wake up with the most fucked bruises. they still love each other though

[potter-imagines]

Jealous Jerks

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Prompt: After their girlfriend is asked on a date by Randy Meeks, Billy and Stu remind their girl who she belongs to.

Warning: Light smut towards the end, swearing, mentions of murder, extremely possessive Billy, typically ghostface warnings.

Word Count: 4.1K

If looks could kill, Randy Meeks would be laying guts out on the concrete pavement moaning for mercy at Billy and Stu’s feet as they happily slaughter him. The slasher pair would take pride in inflicting a world of pain and cruelty on their classmate, if given the chance. A thousand thoughts a second raced in his mind as Billy considered all the endless possibilities of taking his ‘friend’s’ life. 

Sidney had her back propped against Billy’s knee, deep in conversation with Tatum who sat between Stu’s legs. Neither girl seemed to notice their boyfriends shared distractions and boiling annoyance. Billy had to constantly remind himself not to kick Sidney off in anger as he desperately tried to focus on anything but the light blush kissing Y/n’s cheeks as Randy ranted on about different horror movies and their defaults, something Billy and Stu took pleasure in discussing. There was a possessive sting tainting his bloodstream watching her share that sweet smile she only saved for the duo. It made his stomach churn in abhorrence.

Forcing himself to tear his sharp glare from the two, Billy found a pair of blue eyes already evaluating him, blue eyes he could recognize in a dark room. Stu smirked, a light chuckle escaping from his throat. His amusement towards his boyfriend’s clear anger at the situation their girlfriend was currently tied up in. 

It was an odd arrangement the three had- odd in terms of describing the functioning. On the outside to everyone who had a viewing seat, Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott had been in a loving relationship for the past year, while Stu and Tatum had started dating recently. Billy and Stu were childhood best friends who maybe hung around each other a bit too much and Y/n had been Billy’s neighbor and best friend since birth. Friends is what anyone would label a trio, bestfriends. In private however, it was an entirely different story. In private the three could be honest about their feelings together. In private there was no reasoning to bottle the affection they shared. 

However for the time being, until their problem was resolved, the three continued to keep their real relationship underwraps and settled for covers instead. Now, Billy was honest that he felt zero love towards Sidney, although he wasn’t honest with his partners about his deep rooted hatred for his ‘girlfriend’.  To Stu and Y/n, Sidney was their classmate, a nice friend, and that was it. They didn’t know of the constant itch Billy had to slice her throat open and watch her bleed out. They didn’t know Billy consistently dreamed of torturing his ‘girlfriend’ for all the pain her mother had caused him. No, Stu and Y/n had no inkling to his true intentions, all they knew was Billy loved them and Sidney was an easy excuse to blanket the reality. 

Speaking of, Billy’s daydream of murdering Randy died off at the loud shrill of Tatum made his head ache. Tatum gossiped over the latest breakups and rumors spreading through the halls of Woodsboro High as Sidney nodded along, leaving Billy and Stu to steal casual glances at Y/n and Randy. Stu lolled his head to the side in a dramatic roll, making a face of disgust. 

“Would you two quit with the eye fucking eachother? It’s getting old, man.” 

“I’m sorry you’re incapable of having an intelligent conversation with a female without the idea of fucking her tainting every thought that crosses your brain- which trust me, I know there aren’t many that pass by, but we’re actually discussing something if you don’t mind.” 

The cocky grin Stu sported was wiped away in an instant. Billy watched his light hearted stare turn cold in a matter of seconds at being put down. Y/n didn’t seem to pay any mind to her lovers as she hardly moved her body to glance at Stu, which only seemed to frustrate the teen even more. In a twisted way Billy found himself pleased at Stu’s reaction. He knew Randy’s comeback had caught him off guard as no more words fell from his always yapping lips. Instead, Stu sent Y/n a knowing glare, almost as if warning her she’d be paying for Randy’s words later, then turned back to Billy. 

In five minutes the group would be forced back in the stuffy halls and classrooms, all they needed to do was make it five more minutes, then three more class periods, and the trio would have an entire weekend alone at Stu’s home. Only five more minutes. Billy was determined to force a lid over his emotions and keep his cool until the bell struck three. Once they were off school grounds and away from prying eyes and cover ‘lovers’ could he make Y/n pay for the unknowing torture she was throwing on her boyfriends. He was aware it was hypocritical, sure.

Day in and day out Y/n was forced to watch Stu cuddling up to Tatum and Sidney hanging off Billy’s arm, and never once did she snap. However, that cool, calm demeanor she possessed was not a trait Billy or Stu had any desire to develop. Besides, the three had rules set in place to keep eachother from going crazy. Kissing was acceptable as it was mandatory in a way to keep their acts up, although sex was off the table. All three had agreed on that unanimously. If they were that desperate to get their rocks off, they’d simply hangout at Stu’s place and consummate their relationship until the sun rises. 

Now the rule of touching was an unspoken rule, one Billy and Stu had yet to have a reason to discuss, until today. Billy was determined to drill it into Y/n’s head over and over later that he would murder the next man to have his hand resting on her thigh the way Randy did right now. 

A soft weight fell on his shoulder as Sidney turned to him, a concerned look gracing her features. 

“Are you alright? You’ve been quieter than normal.” The sweetness in her voice nearly made Billy recoil in repugnance. She was the last person he wanted to comfort his sour mood. It was as if he was a different person around her- a character in a Halloween mask of sorts. Sidney was like the spring play he worked so hard to perform perfection for, but it was just that, an act. Y/n and Stu, now they were the real deal and there was no need to feign any front around them. 

Lips pulled into a tight line Billy forced a smile as he nodded, 

“I’m fine.” 

This seemed to satisfy her enough as Sidney resumed her conversation with Tatum, and Billy’s attention fixed once again on the movie geek and his girl. His girl who refused to make eye contact since the group had sat around the fountain- hell, her back had been facing the four since she arrived, her full attention devoted to Randy. Billy Loomis was livid. Hell, even Stu who was oblivious half the time was beginning to twitch in annoyance, his gaze shifting between the two like clockwork. 

Y/n popped a handful of green grapes in her mouth, smiling as Randy explained his theory on whether Michael Meyers is capable of death or not.

“I never realized you were so knowledgeable in the world of horror movies. You know, if you don't have any plans for tonight, you could come uh, you could come over and we can watch a few together? And hangout and stuff… if you want.” Randy rubbed the back of his neck, his flooding anxiety seeping through each word. Stu’s head whipped to Billy without warning, eyes wide in shock. There was no way in hell Randy actually believed he could score a date with their girlfriend- well, their non-exclusive exclusive girlfriend. 

Billy’s glare hardened like molten lava forming into jagged rocks. The audacity, he thought to himself. Did Randy truly believe he had a chance with her? If his advances weren’t so obtuse, Billy might’ve found a pinch of humor to the situation. Stu scoffed loudly, already set for a line of low blows and insults when Tatum turned her attention to the pair. Resting her hand on Y/n’s shoulder the blonde sent her a bright smile, 

“Aw, that’s so cute! Randy has a crush!” Leaning forward, her voice turned to a whisper, though not quiet enough for the others to miss. “Believe me, you can do a whole lot better than that dweeb, Y/n.”

A slight tug of a smirk pulled at Billy’s lips while Stu howled in laughter. He slapped his knees, as if he was sitting front row at a comedy show. Sidney pushed on his shoulder signaling to quit his overdramatics, but Stu only stuck his tongue out at her before continuing his public shame on their friend. Randy rolled his eyes, a fresh coat of red dusting his cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Don’t listen to them, Randy, they’re just being jerks.” Yn reassured him, her hand instinctively reaching out to grasp his in an attempt to lighten the load of public scrutiny he fell in line of. Right as his hand grabbed hers, Y/n became all too familiar with the dangerous territory she entered. Slowly stealing a glance over her shoulder, the girl held her breath. 

A shiver rattled her bones from the intensely cold stare Billy gave. Brown eyes that could easily pass as a shade away from black, every racing spark of anger flickering through. They were in a silent conversation, no words were exchanged in fear of exposure although the expression of disappointment twisted with fury was telling enough. 

Tearing her shaken gaze away, Y/n smiled up to Randy in reassurance. Sure, the girl felt nothing more than friendliness towards the boy, however that didn’t excuse a need to be rude. Randy scoffed as he leaned over to snarl at Stu and Tatum, 

“Assholes are more fitting.”

“Bet you love those, don’tcha Meeks?” Stu didn’t miss a beat as he howled with laughter at his own jab. Roughly shoving his shoulder, Randy muttered a disgruntled ‘fuck off’, before looking back to Y/n in suspense. She then realized she had failed to give him an actual answer, but the second she parted her lips ready to agree, Billy was two steps ahead.

“Too bad Y/n’s already got plans.” 

All five heads turned in curiosity at his sudden quip. For not having muttered more than a sentence the majority of lunch, everyone was rather shocked to hear him speak up. Stu chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. He could see his best friend unraveling by the seams, which to him meant the trio would be in for an eventful night at his house. Y/n peeked over her shoulder to Billy, her features scrunched in confusion. 

“Thought you had to babysit this weekend.” He stated plainly. Despite the surface level statement, Y/n could recognize the knee deep hot water she was treading in. 

“O-Oh uh, yeah. Billy is right, I’m nannying for my cousins. I’m sorry, Randy.” She offered a sympathetic smile, trying her best to hide the sensation of fear crawling up her spine. Randy nodded his head in understanding and returned the kind gesture. 

“That’s alright- maybe another time?”

The surrounding conversations resumed back to normal, however Y/n couldn’t shake that strange feeling of being watched- or rather scrutinized. She didn’t need to turn her body to know Billy had his eyes locked on her, nor that Stu was still picking fun at Randy behind her back. 

No more than a minute later had the bell rang singlaing to the group it was time to head inside. As Y/n stood to gather her things, Billy brushed shoulders causing her to stumble forward a step. Stu grabbed her by the waist as if helping to steady her, but it was all part of their plan. A hand entered the back pocket of her jeans then disappeared faster than it emerged. A small folded paper has been jammed into the denim, and before she could question either boy, they were both entering the school leaving her standing alone at the fountain. 

Curiosity got the better of her as Y/n shimmed the note from her backside and quickly unwrapped the paper. In chicken scratch was her boyfriend’s writing, and a warning of sorts,

‘glad to see you having such a great time with randy, sorry to ruin your little date. pack a weekend bag and be ready by four. we’ll pick you up after school.’ 

Y/n hadn’t even buckled her seat belt before Billy was speeding away from her home like a bat out of hell. The moment her skin touched the leather of the cushion, the car was launching forward heading for the outskirts of town where Stu resided. She had hardly muttered a ‘hello’ before Billy’s fuse burst and he allowed all those bottled up emotions to fly wild. 

“You really think we’re jerks, huh? You’d rather be spending your night cuddled up with that fucker, wouldn’t you?” Venom poisoned each word he spat. When it came to the temper of Billy Loomis, the best course of action was reassurance over arguing. His jealousy casted a threatening cloud over the atmosphere in the car. Stu sat smirking to himself in the passenger seat, clearly fine with letting Billy take the wheel. 

Casting her e/c eyes to the passing trees outside the windows, Y/n shook her head softly. 

“N-No, that’s not true, Billy. Randy is our friend-” 

The sound of skin smacking against leather caused Y/n to jump in fright as Stu let out a low whistle. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel and for a brief moment, Stu wondered if he was better off switching seats with the boiling teen.

“Our friend who wants to fuck you!”

“Maybe that’s what our little princess wants-” In a flash Billy threw his hand across the middle console and socked Stu like a ton of bricks in the chest. He hunched over, groaning in pain. “Fuck man! It was a joke!”

The sight of Stu’s remote home- a home one bedroom away from being considered a quaint mansion. Dirt and rocks kicked out from under the tires as Billy sped his way up the gravel path and launched the car to a halt in front of the driveway. Tension filled the silence as Stu turned in his seat, his hand reaching out to rest on his girlfriend’s shaky knee. Smiling over he gave her skin a squeeze, 

“You would never do that right, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s head shook ferociously, desperate to prove her innocence. Both men knew she was being honest, but that didn’t settle the rage burning inside Billy as he recalled the way Randy smiled at her as if he actually had a chance at being with her. 

“We were just going to watch some movies… that was all.” Her voice was a soft whisper, a pitch away from silence. Fear swam laps around her stomach as she carefully looked up. Billy stared straight back at her through the rearview mirror, not shying away an inch from her weary gaze. 

Opening the passenger side door, Stu stepped out of the car with a chuckle. He couldn’t help but bask in the memories of the countless times they had invited Y/n over with the concept of ‘watching a movie’, that never failed to result in her bent over the side of his couch and Billy and him traded places fucking her senselessly. Even before Y/n had joined their relationship the offer of a movie was how Billy and Stu had their first time together. In their eyes, watching a movie typically had a hidden agenda. 

“Yeah, cause everytime we watch a movie together we all totally focus on just the movie” Stu teased. 

Y/n reached out to open her door but it seemed Billy had already beaten her to the hook as he yanked the backseat door open. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he forcefully pulled her out of the vehicle. Stu was already swinging his front door open by the time Billy had slammed the back door shut. His arm remained locked around hers while he dragged the girl inside the house. 

“Billy, please stop! You’re hurting me!” If the situation were any different, Y/n might’ve been embarrassed of the squealing sounds running from her mouth. However the pain shooting through her arm was enough to distract her from the shame. 

Entering the house, Stu was nowhere to be seen. His shoes were messily discarded by the front door, but he himself wasn’t in sight. A sound of bowls crashing in the kitchen gave hints to his whereabouts. Y/n longed for Stu to help her- he had always been less temperamental than his counterpart, and was easier to talk down. Billy on the other hand seemed to have already dove head first in the deep end of envy. 

Kicking the front door, he placed his hand on her chest for no more than a second as he shoved her into the wood. Y/n’s head smacked against the oak as she groaned in pain. 

Billy’s hands moved from her chest to her face faster than the speed of sound. The grip he latched around her face was sure to leave a bruise on her chin, but scolding him for his harshness seemed to be the worst option.

“Now you know how we felt earlier watching you flirt your ass off with that stupid fuck earlier.”

Soft tears welled in her e/c eyes as she clawed at Billy to let her go, not that her attempts did anything to help. Whines poured like a river as she begged and pleaded with him to put her down. 

“I’m sorry! I was being nice, I swear! I wasn’t flirting with him, Billy, please!”

Loosening his hold around her face, Billy dropped his hands to his side, sharp glare studying her meticulously. Y/n didn’t need a mirror to know she looked like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm, which Billy bathed in. He loved the control he possessed over her and the effect his words had. Intertwining their fingers, he wordlessly directed Y/n to the living room where Stu already had the television on and ready for the first film of the night. Guiding her to the couch, Billy motioned for her to sit as he crouched down in front of her. A sinister smirk kissed his lips.

“I want you to show us how sorry you really are, doll. Want you to show us who you belong to. We’re gonna start our scary movie night a little early, got it?”

Rounding the corner Stu excited the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn and three cans of pepsi. He tossed one to Billy, then plopped himself on the couch to Y/n’s left. His arm flung around her shoulder pulling her into his side as he planted a kiss on her temple. 

“I’m just in time, eh?”

Billy remained on the floor, his calloused hands massaging her legs, slowly working his way up until he found home in her upper thighs, lifting the cotton of her skirt for more access. 

“Our girl wants to show us how sorry she is, what do you say?” That cocky smirk remained as his attention moved to Stu, patiently awaiting his response, which didn’t take long at all. Pulling his lips from her face, Stu trailed a line of wet pecks down the skin of her neck, pausing every so often to give a small nip. Y/n couldn’t help the moans escaping her lips at the feeling of Billy’s hands hovering over her underwear and Stu making out with her neck. It was all too much at once- but she was loving every second. 

“Count me in!” He hollered. “I don’t think just once will be enough. Might have to make it up to us all night, princess. It's gonna be a scream, baby!" Stu popped his tongue out, laughing. An idea flashed through Y/n's mind and within a split second, she acted on it.

Leaning forward Y/n captured Stu's tongue in her mouth, taking him by surprise. A small gasp sounded as he tried to regain his composure. She darted her tongue against his own and kissed him with a weight of passion Stu was almost certain he had yet to experience. A wave of love flooded through the steam of the exchange making his insides feel warm to the touch.

Billy simply smiled at his loves, more than pleased with the display in front of him. As he watched the two making out, Billy slid his hand in-between the silk material clutching to his girlfriend's pussy. His fingers were cold against her heated body, causing her to jump from the pressure. Stu took the opportunity to regain control as he delved back in to deepen the kiss. His mouth wrapped around her tongue, absorbing every fiber of her being available.

Billy steadily pulled the black thong from her legs, parting her knees as he did so. A small line of slick coated the tips of his fingers, which he happily brought to his mouth for a taste. Licking his middle and pointer, Billy pushed the two digits inside at an agonizingly slow pace, working his way inside her tight hole. Y/n's back arched in reaction, a surge of pleasure washing over. Her legs kicked out an inch at the sensation as she tried to force herself to divide her attention evenly among the two men, but it was impossible. Her body was on fire and there was no calming the burn.

"Stay still, doll." Billy commanded. She could feel the vibration of his voice agonizingly close to her exposed heat, creating shivers in its wake. Breaking from Stu’s lips, Y/n’s head fell back against the red sofa. Her hand reached down to pull Billy’s away, the flurry of emotions all blending together, but Stu was too fast and caught her wrist in his grasp. Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth he pointed towards the brightly lit television. Johnny Depp was on the screen sporting a cropped jersey and shorts as he lied on his bed chatting on the phone. Nightmare on Elm Street had always been a favorite of hers, yet she had no room left for further distractions, but Stu wasn’t having it. He could see her hazed over eyes practically rolling to the back of her skull hardly paying any piece of mind to the movie. Lifting his reach, Stu sent a light smack to her cheek causing her eyes to snap wide in shock. He chuckled to himself and motioned towards the tv.

"Watch the movie, baby. Your favorite part is coming."

Billy drew a line of faint kisses up her thighs as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her core. A lewd squelching sound took priority over the screams coming from the screen as Johnny Depp's character was sucked through the mattress of his bed. Y/n couldn’t help but squeeze herself around his masterful digits. He curled himself inside of her, eager to soak the gummy texture he longed to be fully buried in. Stu took her pleated distraction as a moment of chance to place her clenched hand on top of the growing bulge confined by the zipper of his jeans. He forced the heel of her hand against the tip of his clothed cock, palming himself against her skin. He could feel her pressing back, causing him to groan at the friction. A sly smile crosses his features as he glanced down to Billy who was nearly head deep in her glistening pussy.

“Told you, princess. No one is focused on the movie, are they?”   

And Stu was right, the three hardly paid any mind to the slasher film playing on repeat in the background, they were far too busy and entangled in each other. As Billy’s hot breath fanned over her pussy, diving in without warning, Y/n was almost thankful for Randy putting her in this position. Maybe she’d have to ignore her boyfriends a little more often.

[dwaekkicidal]

The Project

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Third part of 'The Incidents' Series; based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv/creep, panty stealing, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), ji jerking off with reader's panties <3, other idols mentioned but not involved: Chan (skz)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :)

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han finds himself reading multiple messages from her later that night. They started off with apologies, but once he convinced her that it was fine, they turned into a conversation about the project. They had agreed on meeting at her apartment the next day at 1 pm; Han offered to bring lunch for them and Y/N offered to order dinner for them, if it came down to them working that late.

He reads over the messages again and again, suddenly realizing how much of a movie his life has become with her. The Meeting and the unanticipated closeness combined with the almost protective nature she gives off when her friends are around and make nasty faces at him. The devil on his shoulder just laughs, knowing exactly what he's thinking. It tells him that it’s how she always is with everybody. And he knows it’s right, but sometimes he can’t help but feel different.

Before he can dive any deeper, the elevator dings and opens its doors for him. His hold on the food bags tightens as he makes his way down the hallway, whistling a melody to himself as he counts his way to her apartment number.

He rings the bell, standing there patiently until she opens it. She’s wearing a skin-tight romper and her legs are bare for once, minus the leg warmers that cover her shins. He visibly gulps when his eyes pass by her crotch, looking at the way it outlines her body there perfectly. He smiles shyly as he walks past her, kicking off his shoes at the front door and waiting for her to close the door behind him. His eyes take in every detail of her apartment as she leads him through the hallways. Not nearly as pink as I thought it would be.. They pass her roommate’s room, listening embarrassingly to the joking “be safe, wear a condom” talk they got that ended with him red in the face.

The door to her bedroom opens and she hurries him in, closing it behind him. Ah. There it is. Nevermind. His eyes dart from the white furniture to her cutely decorated mirror and pink vanity, then to her bed. Her comforter is white, ruffled, and puffy with little pink flowers decorating it. And he does not miss the stuffies that sit upright on display along her pillows. He watches her laugh nervously and step between him and the bed, trying to hide the onslaught of plushies behind her frame as she bites her lip. I’ve never seen her so shy before.. She looks so innocent now that she’s not dressed all whoreishly.

She points towards an area on the floor: a little spot is set up and padded by blankets and pillows. He laughs to himself, She even has pink laptop stands. She takes a seat and pats the spot next to her, waiting patiently as he lays out the food across the floor and finally sits.

For the majority of the time there, Han behaved himself! He only occasionally found his mind wandering elsewhere, but would always recover from it before it became too much of a problem. Or caused a visible problem. In the span of 3 hours, they managed to finish all of the research and got the first few slides finished. They were going to keep going and see how far they would get without a break but changed their minds when Han received a text message and Y/N was called out to the kitchen. He watched her waddle out to the hallway as he responded to the message; something about Chan needing a favor from him ASAP.

A few minutes pass and Han finishes up his conversation with Chan, but the girl is nowhere to be found. He faintly hears talking from outside the room and figures they’re still busy so he takes the time to get a more detailed look around her room. He gets through most of the room with innocent glances until he sees her dresser. He freezes and just stares, thinking back to what he got off to the night prior. Her panties.

Han looks nervously at her cracked door, watching for a moment to see if she or anybody would walk by. After what felt like hours of internal debate, he cautiously walks up to the dresser. He traces the pink knob with his fingertips, losing himself in thought as he slowly wraps his hand around it. Am I really… She’s right there.. He glances over again. He can see her arms resting on the kitchen island from the crack in the door.

He watches her like a hawk as his hands slide around the rest of the knob, pulling it towards him slowly. He gets it halfway open before deciding that it was far enough, and any farther would get him in some real trouble. He peels his eyes away to look down, taking in the different colors and fabrics of underwear that she has. He even notices that some pairs have a matching bra that’s folded and stored on the leftmost side of the drawer. He lets a finger run across a few of the more intriguing pairs before an imaginary light bulb appears over his head.

He slowly turns towards her closet. The door was slightly ajar and he could see a peak of her different colored clothes that hung inside. But then he dips lower. The edge of her hamper also peeks out. And it was full. He swears he can faintly see a baby-pink piece of cloth at the very top. The pair she had on yesterday…? The sound of distant laughter has his eyes snapping back to the cracked door. He assumes the girls are too far away to walk in on him without him hearing. Once they begin to chat again he lets his eyes flicker between the opened drawer and the cracked closet door. She has so many pairs… she won’t notice 1 missing… right?

He bites his lip and softly closes the drawer, doing everything in his power to not make any noise as he makes his way to the closet. It creaks slightly as he opens it further and he cringes, snapping his head to the door as his heart pounds in his ears. They’re still talking and he’s now out of line of sight from the crack in that door, so it would have to be fully opened in order to see him. He gulps and turns back to the onslaught of clothes, looking through some of them curiously before returning to his original plan.

Holy shit. The pink set of underwear he saw yesterday is lying at the very top of the pile, bra and panties almost on display for him. He can even see the dress she had on just below it. Shaky hands reach out and grab the fabric of the panties. He runs his fingers along it to familiarize himself with the texture but feels his eyes roll into the back of his head when he notices a slightly darker spot on them. Right where her pussy would have rested against the fabric.

“Fuck..” he whispers under his breath, running his finger along the spot and shivering when he realizes that it’s still slightly damp. Shit… you think she got wet after touching my dick? His dick twitches in his pants and he looks to the door once more, making sure he still hears voices before he continues. He looks down at the fabric and roughly runs his thumb along the spot, gathering as much of the wetness as he can before bringing it up to his nose. He closes his eyes and inhales strongly, moaning pathetically at the smell.

He would have gone as far as to push his thumb past his lips to have a taste, but he suddenly hears the sounds of jingling keys fading and footsteps coming towards the bedroom. His eyes snap open and he returns the door to its earlier position, backing away and pocketing the dirty panties as he returns to his spot on the floor.

Y/N walks in with a smile, taking her seat next to him. “Sorry about that. They’re going to the mall and wanted to talk about me joining them later.” Her eyes jump to the drop of sweat falling down his face and he can see her bite back a smile. “That’s fine… I uhh... was going to ask if we could call it here anyways. One of my friends needs a favor from me.”

“Oh, that works!. We got a lot done today, same time tomorrow?” He nods and quietly packs his things. She leads him back to the front door and he hurriedly exchanges goodbyes.

His mind races the entire way home. No way. He walks into his apartment, ears ringing and heart beating out of his chest. Holy shit.. His dick twitches in his pants at the feeling of the bunched-up fabric in his hoodie pocket. No fucking way I got away with that. He stands there for a while, catching his breath and calming himself down. He finally moves after a few minutes only to be startled by a text message. His heart drops at the contact name.

He rolls his eyes and lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding, rushing to his room as he reads the last message. He’s thankful for his busy roommates when walks through the quiet halls of their shared apartment. He locks his door, just in case, and makes his way to his bed, discarding everything but his boxers on the way there. His bag and clothes are settled into a messy pile by the time he makes it to his sheets. The stolen pair of panties lay beside him on the bed, almost tauntingly, and he eyes them warily as he slowly palms himself through his boxers. Once he’s sure she won’t magically pop out of thin air and scold him, he reaches for them.

His free hand grabs them and rubs the material again, this time intensely rubbing the dark spot. He bites his lips and pulls his boxers off, letting them pool on the floor as he spreads his legs open. The hand that holds the underwear shakes as it brings them up to his face. He inhales quickly and groans before letting his tongue dart out bravely along the fabric. The hand wrapped around his dick squeezes harder as he throws his head back. This is so gross, but oh my god.. She smells and tastes so fucking good.

His head returns upright and he brings the panties to his dick, wrapping the fabric around it. The hand returns to the bed to ground him as he tests the waters, experimentally squeezing the fabric against him and moving it up and down. I've gone this far.. might as well go all the way. His hand speeds up and he moans at the feeling of the soft sheer that’s occasionally interrupted by rough floral patterns.

He doesn’t bother holding back moans of her name. Of your name. He knows he’s home alone and the apartment walls are thick enough anyway, so he goes to town. He tries his best to enjoy the moment and not rush it, but he loses patience quickly and speeds up even more, quickly chasing his orgasm. His hips buck into his hand as he moans and pleads into the air and cums. He watches the pink fabric as he rides out the high; his cum paints the dark spot white and even seeps through some of the mesh areas.

Once he calms down he realizes how hard he still is and whimpers, allowing his hand to slowly move against him again. His hand adjusts the position of her panties, wrapping it completely around his length and freeing his tip to the cold hair. The even darker, now messy spot rubs against his sensitive skin, pulling even more desperate moans from his lips as he overstimulates himself.

He leaves the fabric like this for the rest of the time, opting to paint it like a canvas. He uses the lack of fabric on his tip to his advantage, rubbing his pointer finger harshly over his slit with each thrust.

Two more orgasms are pulled from him like this before he taps out, chest heaving and sweaty skin glued to his sheets. By the time he’s finished showering and cleaning up his mess, he’s face to face with the underwear again. I don’t think I can return these now, so I might as well keep them. He laughs nervously at the thought of keeping it as a souvenir and places them gently on his pile of dirty clothes.

As he lays in bed, sleep pulling at every nerve in his body, he hears another ding from his phone.

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[madhatterbri]

Daddy's Home | D.M.

Summary: Drew and Y/N reenact a fantasy of hers. 18+.

Author's Note: I miss him, bro.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Trigger warning(s): CNC.

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy @smallestsnarkestgirl @surdelcielo

Drew walked around the cabin with a sinister smile on his face. Inside of her cabin was everything he imagined it to be. Cutesy little wood sayings hung from the walls. A simple rug with a couch on it. In front of the couch stood a coffee table. The warm hot chocolate still steaming from the mug. Large windows allowed the moonlight to poke through. The same very windows that caused her to find him watching her. None of that mattered now. He had her right where he wanted her.

"Daddy's Home!" He called out. The intruder listened for any sound to indicate her whereabouts. Any increased breathing or tiny sound, but there was none. Drew perked up when he noticed a small little detail that pointed him to the right direction. A corner on a rug in front of the hallway closet was lifted up.

"Now where is that little lass?" He pondered loudly. The man made it a point to kick the corner of the rug back to place. A breathy no came from the closet. This was too easy like stealing a bracelet from CM Punk.

He peaked through the small crack in the closet. There she was right for him to take. She was in a ball in the corner of the closet. Her hands gripped over her mouth to keep quiet. A pair of pajamas that happened to be his favorite covered her frame. The girl had no excuse for that one, she wanted this just as much as he did perhaps more. When their eyes met, she started to panic.

"Found you," he smirked. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"

The tone in his voice was so condescending. He appeared to really think her escape was laughable. A cruel chuckle sent shivers down her spine.

Drew grabbed her arm. Any poor attempts to escape his grasp went unnoticed by him. The words coming out of her mouth didn't make sense. Not that he cared anyway. He dragged her to her bedroom and locked the door behind him.

His hand came up to her neck before sliding down the fabric of her pajamas. He cupped her breast in his hand. Thumb swirled around her nipple causing her to whine. "Let me see what we have going on under here. Strip,"

Eyes widened to the size of saucers. There was no way he thought she would oblige to such a request. When she didn't move, the man grew impatient.

"You do it, or I do, and I assure you that you don't want me doing that,"

Piece by piece, her clothes started to come off. Her eyes darted away when she noticed him palming himself over his jeans. His hand went lower the more excited he became.

"It's cold," she complained when the last of her clothes pooled on the floor. Her arms wrapped over her chest to warm herself up and hide herself.

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up soon. I'm going to warm you up really nice. Now get on the bed. No funny business,"

She never took her eyes off of him. Obeying his orders, she crawled backward until her head rested against the pillows. The warm blankets beneath her a nice change from the cold cabin bedroom.

Drew crawled on the bed. The mere sight of her trembling almost ended him. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life.

"Open," he ordered and slapped her inner thighs. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but it definitely made her act quicker. She did as she was told. Drew placed his knees at her inner thighs to keep them open.

He removed his flannel and white t shirt. His light eyes went back to her before finding interesting pieces of equipment attached to the bedposts.

"And what are these?"

She turned her head, and her heart sank. Heat burned at her cheeks.

Black straps hung from the top corners of the bedposts. He grabbed one carefully. She could see his brain think of all the possibilities with these.

"Give me your hand,"

"But I've been good," she objected.

Drew snapped his head towards her. Fierce eyes stared into hers. She only held his gaze for a few seconds before obeying his previous command.

With little fanfare, the intruder bound both her hands securely.

Apprehensively, Drew kissed her lips. She didn't kiss him back, but there was no biting either. He continued to kiss her. Finally, she started to get involved. This was the first nice act he had done since coming into her home.

His lips left hers and started to trail to her neck. She resisted her binds when he found a sweet spot of hers. Drew made sure to stick around. He kissed and nipped at the part. A couple of times, his teeth came into contact with her flesh, followed by a quick lick.

Continuing his journey, he stimulated her breasts. Kisses and tongue laps on each of her nipples. More resistance to the straps. The bedposts creaking as they moved.

Drew wasn't bothered by any of it until he noticed her trying to close her legs. The stimulation was just a little too much for her. An idea popped into his head.

He moved his knees lower to allow her to cut off her sex from him. For now.

There was an act of pretending he didn't notice. He kissed down her stomach and up to just above her crotch. Drew feigned surprise when he noticed.

"Spread these legs, lass. It appears you have been enjoying this so far," he teased. For good measure, he mocked her whimpers and moans.

"But it's as far as they'll go," she lied.

"Not good enough. I guess we will do it my way,"

"Wha- wait!" She called out. The back of her thighs gripped in his strong hands. He bent her in half; her knees were now close to her chest. His prize is now on full display for him. The unmistakable sign of her pleasure started to wet her inner thighs.

"Don't worry, lass, I got you,"

Drew used his body to keep her in this position. Her ass rested against his muscular body. His hands still gripped her thighs to keep her legs spread.

"Shall I play with my food first or dig in?" He asked.

The only response was her trying to get out of her binds.

"I guess I get to choose," he shrugged. "All this has worked up my appetite,"

His hot breath could be felt between her legs. The warmth felt nice from the cold air. She shivered in anticipation. It didn't take long before his tongue lapped at her. He gripped her thighs tighter as a warning when she squirmed.

A moan ripped out of her from the roughness. She nodded in understanding. He wanted her to stay still and suffer. All she could do was obey. Tears poured down the side of her face in frustration.

The way he ate her out made her feel like they had been together before. He knew all the places to tease. Each flick and lick sent another wave of pleasure crashing down on her. Her legs started to twitch.

"Please, stop,"

"Oh no, lass, I don't think I should. Love the manners, though,"

With renewed vigor, he continued on. Each flick and lick of his tongue sent her closer to the edge. Her legs twitched and tensed some more. A curse signaled her unraveling.

His light eyes watched as she came undone. He lapped anything she gave him. Even through her orgasm she wasn't granted any reprieve. Y/N was truly at the mercy of the intruder. Finally, he let her lay on the bed.

"You have had your fun. Now, let me go and leave,"

The half-naked man laughed. He gripped his belt and started to unbuckle it.

"No, darling, it appears you have had all the fun. Now it is my turn,"

Y/N looked away. Every ruffling of clothes made her heart pound loudly in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly. This had to be a nightmare. Maybe if she could just pinch herself, she would wake up.

"Now who is this handsome fella?"

Her eyes immediately opened. She turned to look at him. The now naked intruder held a picture frame in his hands. A picture of her and her boyfriend. They were cuddled together with his head resting on hers. Mountains were in the background from when they visited Europe.

"He looks like someone that could use a lesson or two on pleasing a woman. Maybe we should let him watch,"

"Please, leave him out of this. I've done everything you wanted," she pleaded.

Her pleas went unnoticed. The picture frame was placed back on the nightstand. Her boyfriend's face and bright smile stared back at her. Drew climbed on the bed again.

"I have no ill will towards him. He seems like a guy I'd have a pint with. Who knows, maybe one day we will both be at the bar. I'll buy him a drink. He is going to need one when you think about me from now on,"

He placed himself between her legs. A renewed fight against her binds ended almost as quickly as it started. The head of his dick rubbed between her folds. To prolong things, he started a conversation.

"How rude of me. Do you want short, quick bursts, or do you want to feel all of me?"

"Go to hell," she spat.

"My choice again? Jeez, honey, you are quite giving tonight. It must be the holidays," he commented.

Her knees were bent to her chest again. A strong grip to her thighs to keep her still. The lewd way she was displayed for him made her cheeks burn in embarrassment. He was going to force her to enjoy this. Force her to enjoy every inch of him.

Y/N felt him push inside of her. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. She panted as her body took him. He made her feel so full. Almost filled to the brim, he pushed the rest of him forward roughly. It was to get her attention, and he had it.

"Don't be shy cause he is watching," he told her. His head motioned towards the picture frame. Her face turned to the picture. "Maybe he can learn a thing or two,"

Before any sort of retort, Drew started to pull out. He stopped just when the tip was about to come out before sliding all the way back in. The pace was painfully slow. Her body once again betrayed her.

Whenever he pulled back, she tightened around him. Her mouth parted as her eyes were half closed. Her legs relaxed in his grip. She was completely his for the taking.

Keeping a slower pace allowed Drew to control the situation. His dick hitting all her spots with ease. It wasn't long before she was chasing another orgasm. She could tell the intruder was chasing his. His controlled thrusts were being replaced by shorter, more erratic ones.

Her legs tensed, and for the second time, she orgasmed. Drew fucked her through it. His hands gripped her thighs roughly. She hissed in response. Y/N swore she heard him grunt an apology. He gave her one final thrust before he stilled. His abs tensed as he filled her.

Heavy breathing replaced the previous sounds of pleasure. Drew pulled out when he was ready. Her legs were placed back down on the mattress.

He began showering her with compliments. Y/N watched him take off one of the binds from her wrists. He rubbed her wrist gently and kissed it tenderly. The same was repeated for her other wrist.

"How did I do?" He asked. The doting boyfriend sealed the question with a sweet peck to her lips.

"Daddy's home?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Drew grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed. He covered them as he laid next to her.

"You didn't seem to mind it," he winked.

[rs-hawk]

giggling, kicking my feet right now. Love being fucked by Minotaur tdick.

How bout a sentient home that loves you? It wasn’t sentient at first. But, having been built so long ago, it slowly grew a personality. Which slowly became being able to affect the objects placed within. Which became fully transforming its contents as it pleases.

But really, it just wants to be a house.

Someplace warm and safe for anyone or anything to stay in. A shelter.

Then you arrive and it wants to add more to the definition of house…

(reader can be any gender as you please)

FtM Reader

The realtor told you that you that she wasn’t sure when the house was built, and while everyone said it was mid-19th century, there were rumors around town that the plot had been lived on since the 16th century. You liked the idea of living on something so old. Something that had provided countless others with warmth and comfort. It made you feel more connected to the past.

You got a steal on it due to a few minor issues. Foundational cracks. Squeaking floor boards. Copper pipes. Things you weren’t too worried about, but that you could fix if they became an issue. In no time at all, you were settled in and happy to be home. Sure, there are some odd things that happen, but things like that happen in old homes.

Things seem to be shifted a couple inches over. Your keys end up missing, or in totally different places. Doors seem to open by themselves. One time you even think you fell asleep in the couch but you woke up in your bed. You just brushed it all off.

That is, until one day you notice your floors seemed to move. You decided to lay down on your bed to rest. Maybe you’re over stressed. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt your blankets get pulled up over your body, but the sheets creep between your legs. A soft pressure rubbed at your sweet spot, making your sleepy mind turn fuzzy.

Despite the heaviness, you lifted your eyes to see… nothing. Your sheets were moving on their own. Your floorboards were rumbling as you got more and more wet, your t-dick starting to throb. The “nothing”, whatever it was, brought you to orgasm after dizzying orgasm. Eventually, you were able to fall asleep, and your house wrapped you tightly, making sure you were warm and safe. A shelter that you would never want to leave.

[melkyt]

ZoLawLu Omegaverse

So the idea that Alpha's make a nest to attract mates.

Alpha!Luffy, who is not interested in any of that, he's gonna be king of the pirates! But he still gets the instinct to build one, more than one. When he gets his own room on the Sunny, he has no intention of using it. Then his rut hits him.

The strawhat crew usually either stop on an island to start a fight for Luffy to work out all that energy by punching some bastards, usually with Zoro, who tends to have his rut at the same time as Luffy. It works and they always have a great time of it, maybe get a little handsy to work off the energy in other ways.

This time, though, this is just at the end of punk hazard when Law travels with them. He is an omega who tends to suppress his heats but with the stress, the fighting, and bigger things to worry about, it hits him full force when they are traveling towards dressrosa. Hits him strong enough that he can't use his power to 'fix it'.

Luffy has been around omegas in heat and was always there to help if they needed a cuddlee but never had even a passing interest for more. Those on his crew always made their own nest and had him sleep around in it just to have the idea of an alpha before kicking him out.

He assumes Law would do the same and asks either him or Zoro to be there to make it go faster.

Law does no such thing, he does not even nest. He resists every instinct and chooses to suffer until the heat and fever pass. He's cranky and avoids them by sitting in the cool air off the deck and cleaning his equipment.

Luffy doesn't like that, he makes them stop on an island, and the crew thinks for a fight. Instead, she goes around the entire ship, steals all the blankets around the ship and for the first time goes into the empty room. Zoro sees him do this and follows. Together they get everything they think would make Law comfortable, heart-shaped things, and feathers that they bought in the nearby town. It's a lot of bickering and laughter as their instincts as Alpha's work together instead of clashing. They have always been on the same page.

Then Zoro is the one who approaches Law first. Luffy is a bundle of nerves and energy. He waits long enough for Zoro to warn Law what's happening, before going in and lifting the omega over his shoulder. Law's smell fills his senses with how delicious it is.

Law sighs, slumping as he has no energy to even argue with them. His heats make him tired more than anything. Part of him is worried about what they plan to do, they are Alpha's even if he sometimes forgets the fact. Growing up in Doflamingo's mansion and seeing what sometimes happens with omega's he has his doubts.

Luffy plops him down in the blankets, absolutely glowing over pride at the nest he made. Something he hasn't done since it was first discovered he was an Alpha. It's messy and haphazard but extremely comfortable. It smells like both Zoro and Luffy and is so comfortable.

Law sits up, regarding the two men standing over him, as if asking what now, sitting in a way that might as well be a proposition. He is in a heat, inhibitions are out the window.

Luffy with his whole body just announces "cuddles!" His instincts stop at the making of a nest. He falls down next to Law and pulls him into a hug, nuzzling to spread his scent.

Law is not that surprised, he has seen how the entire crew just thinks different. Zoro gets on the other side, wrapping his arms around the omega, doing the same nuzzle, taking hold of Luffy's hand where it rests over Law.

For the first time in a long time, Law feels like he can let go of his guard during a heat. He is out soon after, followed by Luffy who snores with a gentle rumble. Zoro stays awake for a while longer, content to watch the two of them and marveling that Law can look soft and peaceful past the constant guard he puts up for the world.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Twelve. "The Bigger Picture."

Well hey! I wanted to update this one more time before the new year and here it is! With some time to spare! I hope you all enjoy this, cuz it has been a long time coming. There is a moment near the end of this that I have been planning since before I started writing this fic, so I hope this lives up to expectation. Series masterlist here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 7.3K. Charles Lee Ray/Tiffany Ray Valentine/FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings. Polyamory. Fluff. Date. Stealing. General Crime. Making Out. Grinding. Vaginal Fingering. Raw Sex. Rough Sex. Forced Cream Pie. Spanking. Praise. Degradation. Dirty Talk. Scratching. Multiple Orgasms. Kink Without Communication. Choking. Overstimulation. Cigarette Burns. Feelings.

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You wake up with feet that are a little sore from so much dancing in your heels, hair that is a mess and caught in the middle between him and her. Tiffany is already awake and starting to untangle herself, she gets out of bed and fuck, it’s cold! You huff and roll over, Chucky already pulling the blanket up higher to cover you both, you nudge closer into him, and he slips an arm around you. Ahh, blessed warmth, much better.

This is such a comfort, you find yourself craving this more and more the nights you are away, wishing you could wake up to Chucky and Tiffany, you cuddle more into the firmness of his chest as you muse silently. Your nose traces up his throat as you inhale, smelling the slight lingering of last night’s post sex cigarette, a smell you have come to associate with them and find yourself enjoying in a way you never used to B.C. (Before Chucky)

You can hear Tiffany messing around in the ensuite bathroom, you still doze a little until she comes back into the room, the drawers start to open as does the closet and is she already getting dressed?

Chucky must be thinking the same thing, after another minute of rummaging, he lifts his head up slightly and asks Tiffany, “Where the fuck are you off to in such a hurry?”

She laughs, a beautiful melodic sound, you look over your shoulder to see her fondly shaking her head, “I told you last night before I left for my date, I had that appointment this morning, and then the thing after it, and after that too, basically my whole day is booked up so I gotta go.”

You sit up and Chucky groans, “Don’t you get up too-” Ignoring him and the chill on your exposed skin, arms crossing over your naked chest, nipples hardening with the temperature shift and attempting to ease it, you ask her, “You didn’t say anything last night, everything okay?”

She smiles in that comforting way you love, she comes over, she is half dressed, bra and jeans on, she leans down and kisses you, it’s soft yet firm, a hint of tongue and totally Tiffany, your eyes fall closed. As soon as you lean in she is pulling away with a laugh, you pout, eyes opening back up to see her apologetic expression as she says, “I'm sorry baby, really, I wish I could spend the whole day with you both and I hate to have to run, but I can carve out a little time to see you later this week?” 

You sigh, pretending to be put out, hiding the true reaction inside, the one of your heart fluttering over getting to see her multiple times this week, “I suppose I can live with that.” 

“You’re too good to me.” She straightens up and walks over to the dresser, she pulls out a tank top and slips it on before reaching for some socks. You finish watching her get dressed, and then she is sitting at her make-up vanity, you love to watch her do this, you bring your knees up and hug them as you observe her. She applies powder, liner and eyeshadow, lipstick in such a precise manner, knowing exactly the look she is striving for, you enjoy the domestic nature of it and the quiet of the morning, lose yourself in sweeps of colour over her lips and the clink of the jewellery she puts on, the hum of the radiator kicking on.

She is done with the process all too soon, she comes over and gives you both a peck goodbye, Chucky tries to entice her into a deeper kiss which makes her smack his shoulder in response before she breaks off, “Asshole-” She says it with approximately zero bite, tone lighter as she said next, “-love you Chuck, I’ll see you later, bye!” 

“Bye Tiff, love you.” Chucky echos your statement, you hear her shoes being put on, and the door slamming closed, and she was gone. 

You look at him, he is laying back, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his chest, he is looking up at you and with a smile he says, “Hey.” 

A small laugh as you greet him in kind, “Hey.” 

“Just you and me, hmm?” He reaches over to his pack of cigarettes that had been left on the nightstand, you watch him do the usual moves of pulling it out, putting it between his lips and grabbing his lighter. You hum in response as he lights up, once he exhales he says, “Almost feels like you’ve been favouring Tiff over me.” 

You laugh, “I have one date with her just us and you start getting jealous?”

He scoffs and bites back as he flicks the lighter open and closed, a habit you've seen him do many a time while smoking, “You have had more than one solo date with her, and no I am not fucking jealous, I just wanna spend some time with you too.” 

“Just us?” The question is soft in tone and content as you look in his eyes.

He takes another drag, maintaining eye contact, confirming on the exhale, “Yeah, just us.”

You lay back down beside him, facing him on your side, and you say, “Well I’m off today. What are you doing?” 

His eyes squint in consideration, “Not a damn thing. Why?” 

“I was thinking how about we spend the day together then? I have nothing planned, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.” You grab his hand that wasn’t holding his smoke and pull it towards you, kissing the back of it.

He grins at that, fingers run over the curve of your cheek and says, “Soon as I am done with this-” he gestures to the cigarette, “-we’ll get presentable and go out for breakfast and then plan what we are gonna do.” 

Sounds perfect. You and Chucky laze in bed a little longer, enjoying the warmth of the sheets, before finally starting the day. As you are using your finger to give your mouth a once over with some toothpaste, you wonder if you are going to be spending the night more often if you should keep a toothbrush here, you wonder if that is too soon to suggest, or is it okay to ask because you are their girlfriend?

You end up borrowing some clothes so you aren’t running around in last night's clubbing attire, you can get away with a pair of Tiffany’s pants and one of her tops, your shoes and coat are fine and honestly, after brushing your hair and stealing some eyeshadow and lip gloss? You feel pretty cute, you think she’d approve, the heels elevate the whole thing.

Spring is coming in, you can feel it in the nearly aggressive sunshine, the warm wind starting to blow, you are glad you got that last skate in, no way would you be able to have another go at the rink until next November at the earliest. You and Chucky are holding hands as you make your way to the usual diner, the sidewalk is wet, much less icy from the thawing of winter hitting the city, you think that you kind of love that breakfast food is becoming your thing with them. 

Once seated in the usual booth, steaming food in front of you and a mug in your hand, the conversation flows over what to do, starting with a joke from you, “So what are you going to do to win my favour? Because I dunno if you’ve noticed, but Tiffany plans some superb dates.”

He nearly chokes on his coffee, setting his mug down, with a clearing of his throat, he asks, “And what was last night's date that was so stellar?”

“She took me out to my first gay bar.” You say nonchalantly, and he pauses for a second before cursing, “Fuck, that is good.” 

“Duh.” You taunt with a smile, and he says, “Well I can show you a good time too, and I don’t need an abundance of lesbians paired with flashing club lights and too loud music to dazzle you-”

You mouth the word, “dazzle” in question, disbelief that he said that as your eyebrows furrow, and he cuts in before you can make fun, “-shut it, point is, I can prove, by day's end, without a shadow of a doubt that I can give you a date as good as she does.” 

“I’m excited to see you try, doing it sans lesbians though will be a challenge.” The tone is playful, and he sighs as he starts cutting into his eggs, then pointing at you with his now egg yolk coated knife, “You need to have more faith in me.”

Taking a sip of your coffee, you hum before setting the mug down, “You are right, so what are you thinking of for the rest of our day?”

A swallow before he imparts, “I feel like any day out like this needs to have some element of spontaneity, so here is what I think, we pick the main event and then see where the rest of the day takes us.” His offer held endless appeal. 

“And what do you think the main event should be?” You inquire, and he says simply, a gesture of the silverware in his hands, “The museum.” 

You like it, but still you ask, “Which museum? There’s kinda a lot of them in a city like Chicago.” 

He laughs, as if it is obvious, “The Art Institute Of Chicago.” 

Of course, where else would you go? You remember very vividly the conversation you had over pizza and sodas that night awhile back, after Tiffany spilled about his love of art, told you about that date he had with your shared girlfriend where he painted her. You suggested going to the museum sometime offhandedly, and him remembering and suggesting it first made you happy.

“I love it, let’s do it.” You gush, and he seemed pleased by your enthused reaction. 

Breakfast is delicious, he thoroughly enjoys the usual eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast, as do you the fruit and whipped cream and syrup laden waffles you decided on. You steal a bite or two of his hash browns, he gives you shit over it, a joking call of, “Hey!” 

You mollify him with some bites of waffle in trade, which he accepts without complaint.

Next up you go to throw money down for the meal, and he stops you, “Put that shit away, I got it.”

“You sure?” Asking as you bring your mug up to finish the remaining coffee.

He pulls out the appropriate bills and puts them down on the bill. “Yeah, honey, M’ sure, think of my masculine pride.” 

You laugh unapologetically, “Oh if I don't, who will?” 

A raise of his eyebrows, a mischievous smile as he starts to put his coat on, “Exactly. Now come on, got a whole day ahead, let's not spend it all in this diner, hm?”

That you more than agree with, your own coat shrugged on and you were off.

You had a good handle on the subway system and finding the nearest station and how to get to the museum was an easy enough task, it was near the water, totally too far to walk from the diner you all liked. The trip took less than an hour all in, the time filled with idle chat and comfortable silences. 

While you and he were on the train, you were seated, him standing and holding the bar above his head in front of you. He had his favoured long coat open, showing off the mostly buttoned red wine coloured shirt and dark-coloured slacks, he still had some gloves on to fight the lingering chill. 

“So you’ve been to this museum before?” You asked, and he gave a nod, “Yeah a few times, when I got the time and want to-” still holding the bar with one hand he made air quotes as he said, “-immerse myself in the arts.” 

You smile at how he said it, and ask, “And that is often?”

He shrugs as he tells you, “Yeah, often enough. It’s a good way to kill time, especially since they almost always have some new stuff or exhibits that are there for a shorter stint, hard to find a better place to wander for free.”

You had to agree, and you were very excited, the knowledge of him being an art lover and a painter was relatively new to you, and being in a place where you could talk on it at length and hear all his opinions? Sounded like a fantastic way to get to know him on a deeper level. 

The ride passes smoothly and once getting off at the right stop you both make your way to the museum. You had never been to this particular one, you’d been to others in the city sure, but this one had escaped you till now, that fact made this date all the more special in your eyes, sharing this brand-new experience and letting him take the lead, Chucky was good at that. You both had your coats off and holding them, folded over one arm, while you held hands with the other, making your way through the rooms. 

“So, I gotta know-” You begin, and he hums questioning, a look away from the impressionist work he had been eyeing and instead turning his attention to you. 

“-where did the love of art start?” 

He looks thoughtful for a moment, he usually speaks his mind easily, his mouth opens and words flow off his tongue, natural, him taking time to seriously think on something wasn’t the norm. “Probably sometime before I started school even. I was one of those kids that could be easily entertained with finger paints or a box of crayons and sheets of paper.” 

“Early start then.” You say, and he tells you, “Yeah, kinda always remember being into it, sure it has changed, shifted, focused over the years, but it’s one of those-” he makes a gesture with his hand, a kind of wishy-washy movement, eyes up to the ceiling, before snapping his fingers when finding the word he wants, “-constants! Yeah. It’s been a constant in my life. You?”

“Eh, I took a few art classes in school, but it all kinda stopped after that, the most artistic and creative thing I do now is nail art.” You say, holding your joined hands up, showing off your current manicure, a deep sapphire blue and sparkly. 

“Still a skill, still pretty, besides, I dunno if my ego could take it if you were a better artist than me.” He teases, and you laugh, he piles on before you can respond, “I mean it! I need to be the most creative person in the relationship, otherwise what am I bringing to the table?” 

“Oh, I dunno, your sparkling wit? Your car I still haven’t seen or ridden in? Your company? Your dick?” You list off, grinning all the while, and he says, “First off, thank you, second off, when the salt is off the roads you’ll get a ride in her, third, so true it is a gift and I think that last point should be higher up on this list.” 

“My mistake, you are right, my sincere apologies to you and your fantastic dick.” You pivot next, “So, back to the topic at hand, what do you like the most about art?” 

“Full of questions-” He starts, and you scoff, “Oh fuck off, you can’t have it both ways! We are in an art museum, you are THE artist boyfriend, the supposed creative one in our little three-way relationship, this is the time and place for this, so please, expound.”

You said it in a very comical way, and he laughs this time, head thrown back, and you add on, “Seriously Chuck, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, your girlfriend is over here begging for you to brag on your artistic knowledge, do I gotta wave you in like a plane coming in for landing, just so I can lap up your every word? You’ve got a good thing here, take advantage of it, perhaps?” 

“Quit while I’m ahead, hmm?” He offers, and you release his hand only to link your arms together, pull him nearer as you walk, “Yes, precisely. Now. Tell me, puh-lease, what do you like most about art?”

“I think it’s the practical application, the execution, the reward of it. You think of something, you put in some work, you see the results, and when you nail it? When it matches your expectations? It’s satisfying, a kind of rush on its own, an odd kind of power in the feeling.”

You sigh, “I can relate to that, not in a big way, but in small ones, seeing the fruits of your labour is one of life’s pleasures.” 

“Exactly! It’s a pleasure, the work can sometimes be hard, or frustrating or whatever, but it is a pleasure.” 

You and he share a look, and you feel good, hearing him talk about something he is passionate about is good. 

The conversation grows, evolves, you ask about favourite artists, and he has ones he likes, but he doesn’t know much about them as people, said he didn’t care to know about their lives, just could appreciate their work. You pried a bit, and he pointed out aspects he liked, colours, use of light and shadow, and he went on further, it wasn’t so much about technical skill but more personal than that. It was about how it made him feel, if he likes a work it isn’t about who it came from, or how expensive or old it was, or any other pretentious crap, it was about the complete work in front of him. The bigger picture.

He had some artists he liked, but he could be objective, he wouldn’t quote, “-be some dick sucker like oh everything this guy does is amazing, if I don’t like a subject or a pose looks weird, I’ll be honest about it, every work should stand and speak for itself, not be lauded just cuz what’s his face slapped his name on it.”

You listen to everything he has to say, you provide some of your own thoughts when he asked your opinions on paintings you stopped in front of. You’d on occasion ask what the true meaning and artist intent’s was on some work, and he laughed that off, “Who cares? I read some art books sure, but I mostly just looked at the pictures, or read how a couple particular brush and paint techniques worked, that is the important stuff.”

“Really? You think the original artist's intent doesn’t matter?” You asked, and he said, “Sure it can have some value, but you know what I find much more interesting?” 

“What?” He stopped your step and put his hands on your shoulders, he turned you around and steered you towards another work, a massive painting that took up several feet, no one else was around, he stopped you right in front of it. He leaned over your shoulder and said, “I’d find what you have to say about how this looks and makes you feel a thousand times more interesting over what the jackass who painted it was thinking or ‘intending to say’ with it.” 

He squeezes your shoulders and says as his hands falls away, “So!” He steps to be right beside you, he claps his hands once and then points, his eyes on you. “Enlighten me.” 

Wow. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start or why he was even doing this, you say, “Chucky…I…I’m flattered, sure but why?”

Your eyes meet his, and he looks confused, a cock of his head, and he says what might have been one of the sweetest things he ever has to you, “Why? Why I would find the opinion of my girlfriend, who I care for, and give so much of a shit about it is crazy, over, what? Some dead dude I have never met? Why I would value your insight on this work of art and what that says about you more than the idiot who put a brush to a canvas?”

When he laid it all out like that, it seemed painfully obvious, and you felt a little stupid, not from how he spoke to you, but because of the doubt you had in yourself to begin with. You say softly, “Yeah. I guess.” 

“Humour me?” He asks, and you can do that. You shake your head and breathe out, confidence still a bit shaky, but you are willing, you start. 

You take in the work, the people, figures walking in the rain, the architecture of the buildings, the wet cobblestones, the almost yellow cloudy sky. Taking a moment you let yourself think, as you look, let your eyes get naturally drawn along, and finally you speak, “It feels weirdly, lonely. Considering all the people depicted.”

He hums, and you say next, “The more muted colour emulates how a rainy day feels to walk through, so does the body language of the people. They aren’t enjoying being out there, it’s more rushed, trying to get somewhere, it gives me the feeling I get when I have to brave shitty weather because life demands it.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Go on.” 

“I am left with a question though, this couple, here-” You point at the pair in the foreground to the right, sharing an umbrella, “-their gaze is somewhere off over there, I wonder what has their attention on a day like this, what they are looking at, what can make them linger for a moment in weather like this. I like a painting that lets you wonder about things like that. I like this one. It feels rooted in reality and human nature, even painted so long ago, also I love how wet the ground looks, it’s what sells it to me even without actually painting in the raindrops, the hazy quality of it all helps communicate that.” 

You look, and he isn’t looking at the painting, he is looking at you, and you are unsure of how long he had been doing that. “How was that?”

“Illuminating, obviously truthful, it was revealing about you, everything a guy could hope for when talking about art like this.” He sure can have a way with words sometimes. 

“So that is why you find this interesting? For what it can tell you about someone else?” You inquire, and he says, “That’s one reason sure, another is, I just like hearing what you think, now come on.” 

He starts to pull you away, and you look at the name of the painting as he does so, you laugh and ask, “Wait what about your thoughts about it?”

He looks over his shoulder and says with a smirk, “Baby, why do mine matter when you already nailed it?”

The shockingly sentimental fucker. “Ask me about the next one.” He offered, and you would take him up on that. 

Two hours flew by at the museum, when you are leaving the sun is higher in the sky, it is warmer still and both you, and he were happy. You feel a little high, you come away feeling like you have a better understanding of a side of him he doesn’t trust just anyone with, and you feel special. 

As you walk down the street, coats on but open, you wonder what to do next and soon enough an answer presents itself, you see a thrift store, and you decide to go in, browse about, because why not. 

You aren’t looking for anything in particular, except for some stuff that you could wear outside of work, something fun, a thing you can get just because you like it, and not because of the tips it could rake in. You are flipping through racks, as is he, and after a while you come across a shirt. It is cute, weirdly it reminds you of him and her, it is a more masculine style but in a colour and material Tiffany would totally rock. You think you could pull this off, wear a tank top under it and have quite a few buttons open, pair it with some pants and that would be a good look, and one you wouldn’t traditionally wear to work. 

You take the hanger off the rack and turn around, holding it out, “Hey, what do you think of this?” 

He looks over at you, a brief scan of his eyes over the garment in question and he smiles, “Oh, I love that.”

“Me too.” You then look at the price tag for the first time and your eyebrows raise, “Yeesh.” 

“What?” He asks and you say, “Expensive.” You look inside at the inner tag and see it is a higher end brand name, usually thrift stores don’t know what they have, but not this one apparently, they are all too aware how much this is worth. You have a couple bills you need to square away and as much as you like the shirt, it probably isn’t a smart idea. Putting it back with a sigh, you look at a few other tags, and apparently this is the cities most expensive thrift store. 

You both leave empty-handed and when you are down the street a few storefronts, he turns his head to you and says, “Hey.”

A quirk of your brow, paired with a sideways glance, you respond, “Hey?”

He opens his coat and pulls a wad of fabric out, he tossed it to you, “Catch.” 

You reach out and snatch it out of the air, “Woah!” You stop, holding it, you unroll it, eyes going wide, “Holy shit, you bought me the shirt? When? You were beside me basically the whole time and also fuck, it is SO expensive, you really shouldn’t have.”

“Oh don’t worry. I didn’t buy it.” He said, an air of mystery and a shit eating grin on his face. It takes all of two seconds to connect the dots. Your voice drops, “Chucky, you stole this?”

He says in a way that shows how proud of himself he was, “Yeah, I did.” 

“Oh my God, why?” You were genuinely shocked, and he said, “I saw how bad you wanted it, and that place is charging highway robbery, so fuck them, I’d much rather you get that shirt than some rich asshole.” 

You step forward, shirt gripped in one hand, arms hooking around his shoulders, hands behind his neck, you say genuinely, “Thank you.” 

He is staring into your eyes, mouth so close to yours as he says, “Hey for you? Anything, anywhere, anytime.” 

He calls you variants of sweet all the time, but you think he is the real sweet one, especially today. You kiss him on the street corner there, revel in it, before he breaks it, “C’mon, not a good idea to linger at the scene of the crime.”

He leads you down the street, quickly, as you ask, “You got a lotta experience with this?”

He throws a look over his shoulder as he says, “Oh yeah, more than you know, haven’t you picked up on it by now? I’m a total bad boy.” You laughed then, if only you knew how true that statement was. 

Once you were another block away, you were wondering what to do next, and he said, “Well, to be perfectly honest, I think I want to see you in that new shirt.” 

You could do that, but before you could think of taking your coat off, he says, almost as if he'd read your mind, “Just that new shirt.”

Smooth as butter and very doable. Your place was closer to where you were than theirs, and also, you honestly just wanted to host him, so the effort was made, and you find yourself back at your place, you picked up light groceries on the way to make lunch eventually too. 

The door is unlocked, and you hold the door open, “After you.” 

He heads in, you follow, door closed, keys and bag dropped, coat hung up, and you take his as his own shoes come off. You tell him, “Welcome back.”

“Been too long.” He admits as he looks around, you go to the kitchen and start to put away the groceries, once they are in the cupboards and fridge you come back out, leaning on the door frame of the kitchen entryway, looking at him, “You want a drink?”

He was standing in your living room, a few feet away, “Sure, won’t say no to that.”

“Anything you are craving?” You ask, and he tells you, “You mean other than you?”

A look over your shoulder has him saying in a tone of mock innocence, a hand to his chest, “Oh, you mean for the drink? Nah, I’m not picky. Surprise me.”

Soda it is, you bring back a can for him and yourself, he has taken a seat on your couch, you come close, and hold out the can, he takes it with a simple, “Thanks.”

You set your can down on the coffee table and you step away, you pick up the new shirt from where you had set it down, hearing him crack open the can behind you and make your way back over, dropping the shirt on the couch beside him, you start to undress. Chucky’s eyes are immediately on you as the shirt comes up and off, you open the pants and slide them down until they pool on the floor, stepping out of them, leaving you in just your underwear. 

A move is made to pick up the shirt again, and he stops you, a hand on your wrist, “You forget what I said already?”

You hadn’t, but you liked him stepping in, taking charge, reminding you in that tone with a slight edge of warning to it. You grin and say, “Nope, just testing you.” 

He lets go of your wrist and sighs, “Swear to God, more playful than a puppy, that’s you.”

“You got my number, alright.” Your hands go behind yourself, you unhook your bra and slip it off, dropping it with the rest of your clothing on the floor and then your thumbs hook in the sides of your panties, you drag them down and now standing there totally naked, him drinking in the view all the while. “Don’t think I am ever gonna get tired of this.” 

Why would he? You feel the same, a partner stripping in front of you is a treat no matter what, it strikes a chord, what is that old saying? A sunset is beautiful whether the first time it’s viewed or the thousandth? You think there is something to that. 

“Flattery suits you.” The comment is light as you start to shrug on the shirt, it fits a little loosely around the waist, but doesn’t obscure your curves in any major way, the material feels good on your bare skin. It falls near your hips, you do up the two buttons in the middle, a fair amount of stomach and cleavage on display, you lean forward, a hand resting on the back of the couch near his shoulder, body brought closer for him to get a better view, “What do you think?”

His own drink has been abandoned on the side table, on the end of the couch that you keep your telephone on, hands coming forward to rest on your waist, thumbs rub, he says, “Looks better than I thought it would.”

His hands grip tighter, he pulls you nearer, and you allow it, you lean down, a knee comes onto the couch cushion he is seated on, and you kiss him, one of his hands slides onto your lower back, and soon you aren’t half standing bent over, you are on top of him, straddling him, seated comfortably on his thighs. It is one of those kisses that as soon as your lips tough you feel yourself filling with lightness and warmth, nerves coming to life and need curling low in your stomach.

Your hands find him the same way his do you, with an easy kind of intimacy, the kind that has been improving and developing, deepening as of late. Your fingers run over the back of his neck before starting to tangle into his hair, winding carefully and using that point of contact to draw him closer, and in response it has his hands running down your back and kissing you more fervently.

This is by no means the first time you’ve made out with Chucky, and not the first time you’ve done this solo, but it is the first time you’ve had him like this totally alone in your apartment. You do notice that the mood feels more intense this afternoon, the atmosphere a little hotter, a bit needier, you aren’t sure what it is, maybe the increased vulnerability earlier, it feels incredible and right, so you go with it. 

You feel lightheaded by the time his hands are on your ass, and he starts to lead you, helping you grind on him, and you feel that you are not the only one who is excited and wanting more. A particularly good grind has your mouth breaking apart from his, a moan falling freely, it gets louder when his mouth doesn't relent and attacks your throat. It is messy, teeth bite and your body tenses, you can't help it as you grind down, you curse his name, and he says yours in kind. You tug on his hair, and you get the wanted response, he bites you again, harder. Yeah, you don’t want to be in the living room any longer. You remove your hands from his hair, and get up on slightly unsteady feet, you take his hand and pull, “Come on.”

You lead him to the bedroom, leaving the cans behind, and in less than a minute you are falling into bed. Next you are on your back, he is on top of you, his hand is between your thighs, fingers curling inside of you, causing your own fingers to fumble as you unbutton your shirt, letting it fall open. 

While all this feels incredible, you want him already, you reach out to the nearby nightstand and open it, fumble blindly and fingers catch on the cardboard of the box. You yank it out and towards you, moving to dump out the contents, only to find it empty. 

You groan and ask, “Do you have any condoms?”

“On me? No.” He sighs, fingers slowing, and the idea of not getting to fuck him simply won’t do. You've been seeing him for a while, and you are official, he is your boyfriend for fuck’s sake. It isn’t like he is fucking around to catch something, and you are on birth control, the condoms were meant to be an initial precaution anyway, and now? You feel like throwing caution to the wind.

“Fuck it, we don't need condoms anymore, I'm safe.” You breathe, his fingers curl into that sweet spot once more, and you bite your bottom lip. Giving him a pleading look, you tell him, “I want it raw.” 

Time isn't wasted, he trusts you and there is no asking if you are sure, he has been wanting this, badly. He pulls his fingers out, you are glad for it, no more foreplay is needed, you are aching for him, and you start to help him undress, you rush, and soon he is even more bare than you are. 

You don't let him get on top of you, as soon as he is on the bed, you get astride him, one hand wraps around the base of him, and you line him up, tip kissing your hole, he speaks, “Fuck hurry up, enough wasting time.”

 He doesn’t get the full sentence out before you begin to drop your hips. His hands grip your thighs as you sink down, taking more of him inside, the stretch is as amazing as it always is but combined with the feeling of him bare it is even better. Your eyes are on him, taking in his expression the same way you are sure he is, the wash of pleasure across his features is intoxicating when you settle down. You enjoy the feeling of fullness for only a moment before you start moving. The ride doesn't stay easy for long, his nails bite into your thighs, and you moan, your hips rise and fall, you adjust, pitching forward so you hit the spot you need, grind inside and out beautifully, a hiss of pleasure sucking the air through your teeth as you grapple with the intense feeling.

You've had a good amount of sex so far, but this afternoon, it's different. He is more intense, rougher, you aren't on top for long. You work yourself up, he helps, encourages, or rather demands you find release, and it works, the cocky half smile, brows knitted together as he tells you to, “Go on, do it.”

His words are what tips you over when you are close, you cum while gasping his name, and before you are even through the pleasurable spasms he is taking over. 

The position is switched, quickly, he manhandles you, and you end up face down, ass up, your cheek to the covers and he roughly renters you, one hand gripping the back of your shirt, the other in your hair. He is in deep immediately, every thrust in grinds over that perfect spot inside but still, goes further past that, he bottoms out and that is accompanied by a slight stab of pain. It has you loud, like potentially get a noise complaint loud and his ego eats it up, increases his efforts. The mix of pleasure and pain is fantastic, he pulls your hair, and it's like both points are connected, every tug on your hair causing your cunt to pulse and ripple around him, threatening to milk him early.

The words he spits are degrading, talk of what a slut you are for not only letting him fuck you like this, but for clearly loving it, and so loudly at that. You do love it, every scratch of his nails and slap to your ass, the loud skin on skin of your bodies meeting, you cum again pinned under him minutes later, his chest to your back as he taunts you, “Cumming again so soon?” 

You are squirming, weak, your body is failing you, legs slipping out from under you and that isn't going to do so another position is found. Once you are on your side, one leg brought up, knee to chest, and he slides back in. His hands are now focused on your throat, they wrap around, and he squeezes, the pressure and slight lack of air has you wide-eyed, pleasure renewed as he thrusts with abandon, no care for a sense of rhythm, you've had yours a few times over, now he's getting his. 

Even with all the rough treatment, the bruises that will surely form tomorrow and him still getting so deep at this angle he is battering your cervix you experience a new sensation, ripped to the edge, your legs together how they are squeezing and putting just enough pressure on your clit to aid as much as needed, but this orgasm you experience is derived much more from pain than pleasure. On your come down, weak and struggling to breathe with his hands around your throat, and with you gripping firmly at his wrists, he reaches his end, a few more sure thrusts, and he is cumming raw inside of you.

He didn’t ask, as if being allowed to fuck you raw was all the permission he needed, like it was a question he never thought even needed to be asked, he is inside you raw? Cumming into your pussy is a give in. As he unloads in you with a groan of your name that is so arousing it sends a shiver through you and causes your cunt to clench around his shaft involuntarily, trying to draw every last bit of him out and into yourself.

His hands let go, you suck down a few deep breaths now that you are able, in a few minutes, you've untangled, laying beside each other. Your mind is quiet, you feel satiated, sore and happy, you ask him, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“What do you mean?” He leans over the edge of the bed, gets his smokes out of his pants pocket, and comes back onto the bed, carton and lighter in hand. He lays back and starts the ritual of lighting up, and you are reminded of this morning. You laugh as you respond to him, “What do you mean, what do I mean? Look at my ass! Redder that tomato soup.”

“Figured why not try something new? Besides, it seems like you really enjoyed yourself, came yourself stupid, seriously, how many orgasms was that?” He quips, cigarette lit and exhaling, a healthy lungful. 

“Who counts?” You joke, your shoulder nudging his. 

This day has been one of your favourite in recent memory, a truly fantastic date, you feel unbearably happy, honestly the sex with them both has already been some of the best you’ve ever had but this afternoon, you feel like you’ve unlocked another level. You feel like your compatibility is ever-increasing, you feel soft, warmth, content beyond measure. 

He hums, amused by your joke, and you decide to take it further, “But seriously, wasn’t expecting all that, trust me I am not complaining, I did love it, just didn’t know you had all that in you. Anything else you are hiding from me?”

“I am an incredibly deep individual, I contain multitudes that will continue you to surprise you, I promise.” The look in those intense eyes, you believe him and yet you can’t help it, an unshakable urge to twist your finger in an open wound. “Oh, I dunno, I doubt you have that much more that could shock me.” 

“Oh yeah?” He gives you a considering look, as if mentally weighing his options, before he sits up, one hand rests on the back of your neck, he leans in and kisses you, slower than before, a searing meeting of your lips and his that could melt you, completely ruin you if he so desired it and then, the twist he promised. 

His other hand, the one with the cigarette held between two fingers, comes down, he touches the burning tip to your thigh and your whole body responds, you tense, attempt to move away, but he doesn’t let you. He presses the cigarette closer, twisting, burning you deeper as his tongue parts your lips, his tongue touches yours and once again, joy and agony meet, a new experience foraged that when both points of contact lift, you feel changed on some level. Your eyes had closed when you were overcome by what he had done to you, now they opened to see him, that wide grin, face still mere inches from yours as he asked, “How was that? Surprising enough?” 

His gaze drops for a moment, his thumb passes over the fresh burn, and you can’t help it, everything has built up, it all swells, and you gasp out, “I love you.”

[imbadatwrighting]

Could i get a ryou bakura, y.bakura, yugi, atem, joey and marik(not y.marik) x fem reader(separate of course) when the reader who is not in a relationship with them decides to crawl into bed with them during a sleep over due to not being able to sleep and they both have major crushes on each other but they get overly flustered when they wake up to reader cuddled up to their chest

I just thought this was a really cute idea and haven’t seen anyone do this

Ofc I’ll be happy to do that <3 the only thing is imma change it to gender neutral

I literally love this though

Yugioh boys with an unexpected cuddle buddy

Tags (is that what you call them?? Idk) : gn reader, tired reader, super super short, idk what else to add mb

Joey Wheeler

Listen, I'm not saying he screamed but I'm not saying he didn't scream either

He was so confused

Moves around a lot in bed so when he woke up he was resting his head on your thighs

Refuses to tell anyone about it but is always thinking about it

If you're with him right before he falls asleep, he's super fun

Until he randomly passes out but still

A super big snorer

Like he literally sounds like a car alarm

Super warm on some night but then on other nights feels like an icicle

Yugi Muto

Cutie woke up as soon as you hopped into his bed

Thought you just got into the wrong bed

tried to tell you that but you just screamed and threw a pillow at him

When you told him you wanted to sleep in his bed he offered to sleep somewhere else but you then told him you wanted to sleep with him

Got all red

Joey was still up and overheard it so he thought you two were going to have sex

Told everyone the next day

Anyways

He was very stiff in the beginning but once he fell asleep he was super comfy

Asked you on a date the next day

Yami Yugi

Like Yugi he woke up as soon as you got into his bed

Except with him he didn't say anything to you

Put an arm around you

Let you cuddle up against him

Was so cold that it evened out the warm blankets which is weird considering that in the day he's super hot

escpecially his hands but not like sweaty hot

Didn't say anything about it the next day but couldn't get it out of his head

Lets you come into his bed as much as you want

Bakura

When he woke up he didn't really notice you at first

Cuddled up to you thinking that you were a pillow and dreamed that the pillow was you

Until his pillow started snoring

Eyes shot wide open and he jumped up

Thought he saw the lights for a moment

He had to hold in a scream while his face became covered in blush. Became a nervous wreck

Woke you up by shaking you while whispering in your ear

You kicked him off his own bed

Not that he cared

Thought he was dreaming but when he found out he wasn't, he went and made you breakfast in bed

Y. Bakura

Literally did not care at all

The only reason that he even thought about it was that you kept stealing his damn blankets

He ended up being the one to start the little cuddle fest

Was pissed that you kept stealing his blankets but he thought that you wouldn't be back so he didn't say anything

Oh how wrong he was

Usually wakes up before you and does his own thing

He honestly considered passing you along

Eventually gave up

A good cuddle when he falls asleep but refuses to be close to you when awake

you being in his bed most nights made him super cocky though

Malik Ishtar

Best cuddles known to man frfr

He didn't technically wake up when you came into his bed but he somehow knew that you did

Super chill about it in the morning

Unless you brought it up, he didn't

Said that you could come over anytime you wanted to

Wrote about it in his diary

It's his favorite part of the day

Always smiles and looks forward to you coming over

you two got together after a couple more nights of you staying in his bed

Brags about it with people he's close to

Always ends up with him on your chest or the other way around, no matter what

Bonus

I’m in love with her frfr

Mai Valentine

Already knew you were coming

Don't ask how she just did

If you come before she falls asleep then be prepared to be forced to do face masks, no matter how tired you are and listen to her talk shit about other people

If you come after she falls asleep then prepare to have her involuntary push your head into her chest

Warm cuddle buddy but her room in always cold so it doesn't really matter

Sleeps in so if you don't then be prepared for you to be stuck in her arms for a couple hours

Smirks whenever she wakes up and you start blushing

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for keeping my rice cooker?

Hi. My F(22) roommate M(30) gifted me a rice cooker at the beginning of our lease because to quote: “I don’t need it or use it.” So I’ve been using it to make rice since September.

Since then, a lots happened. My gf (f28) lost her housing and subsequently her job around October and moved in with me and my three other roomates. I promised a bit naively she would be out of there in two weeks - but getting on your feet takes a lot of work. M(30) was constantly on her ass about it, making sure she felt unwelcome and constantly reminding me about the time limit.

We did our best to be unobstrusive and quiet, and shared time looking for jobs and housing - eventually M(30) sat me down and told me she needed to be in a shelter by the end of the week or “face consequences with our landlord”. My gf didn’t want to cause trouble, but even so I wish I hadn’t backed down. She was there from December to February.

Shelters suck. The folks who run them suck. The folks who are in them…don’t always suck. She was friends with a bunch of the girls there and they looked out for eachother.

My gf ended up getting kicked out bc she “threatened” a supervisor who was stealing the girls’ blankets. She piped up and told her to get her hands off their things. Back on the street.

We looked for other shelters that day but it was fruitless. Places were full up or otherwise uninhabitable. I took her home, asked my landlord if she could stay, and he said yes. I brought my roomate out to tell him that our landlord said it would be fine, he wouldn’t have to worry.

M(30) refused. Claimed he had given us enough chances to get her back on her feet. If it wasn’t for my folks helping her out and letting her stay he would’ve tried to get me to kick her out. She is, thankfully, safe and housed now.

Since then, he has dropped a massive bill equal to 3/4 of my monthly rent even when split between me and my roommates claiming it to be “the electrical bill”. My other roomates begrudgingly paid their share - M(30) handles all of our utilities. Up until this point the rest of us had thought we were paying them, but he claimed these were “ones he hadn’t gotten to.” I refused to pay without receipts. He refused to give them, shut off the WiFi, and threatened further action if I did not pay.

Despite accidentally paying this bill (long story), M(30) has continued to pile on abuse, going from name calling to actively being physically hostile when we share a space. In response to his actions, I have locked all of my belongings that were out in the common room in my room. Including the rice cooker.

Which he would like back. I have responded with telling him interesting facts about geese.

What are these acronyms?

[tiasninjago]

Movie!au Christmas headcannons

Movie!Ninjago Christmas and New Years with the Montgomery-Garmadon family headcannons!!

Montgomery-Garmadon Christmases are HUGE

Everyone gathers at Koko’s parents for a week and even though it’s a massive house, people end up sharing with like three other people in one room

Wu, Morro and Tay are invited because Grandma Montgomery is a huge mama bear and everyone is welcome

Lord G is invited once he redeems himself lol

Lloyd ends up sharing a room with Morro and his 8 year old twin cousins because Koko has like five siblings and they all pumped out kids like it was a hobby

Tay sharing with Koko and Lloyd’s two aunts, and she’s super uncomfortable at first but they include her in the their sibling traditions.

Taylor sucks at baking but they’re impressed by her cooking skills. They also realise how terrible she is at buying Christmas gifts because she always used to only spend Christmas with Skylor, but they end up showing her how to buy and wrap presents (especially for Lloyd)

Lloyd interacting with his younger cousins ^^

Putting Christmas decorations up are always a job for the uncles and dads, except Lloyd, Morro and a couple of his other older cousins are recruited and one of them always ends up falling out of a tree putting up Christmas lights

GINGERBREAD HOUSE COMPETITIONS

One of Lloyd’s uncles and his wife always win because they own a bakery and it drives Taylor insane

Always getting asked by great aunts and aunts and wives of uncles if they’re dating and it’s awkward until one year they shrug it off and say yes. No one believes them until they kiss under the mistletoe

Great Nana Mary (the mother of Lloyd’s grandfather on Koko’s side) hides mistletoe everywhere and Taylor would avoid walking with anyone else, especially Lloyd, underneath it

Taylor spending her birthday driving down with Koko, Wu, Lloyd and Morro for the first time and not expecting anything from anyone

getting surprised by Lloyd’s extended family with a cake and a necklace from Lloyd which she wears every Christmas (and a lot more than she admits)

One year when they’re older, one of Lloyd’s uncles and his family go on holiday and Grandma Montgomery assigns a room to Taylor and Lloyd

“don’t have too much fun” and a wiggle of her eye brows

they end up binging Starfarer

DINNER OMG

The first year Tay goes, they’re still considered children and they realise how much the team reminds them of Lloyd’s cousins and second cousins

FAMILY GAME NIGHT OMG

everyone teaming up to play monopoly after the kids go to bed. Taylor doesn’t understand the game but Lloyd picks her everytime and she enjoys watching Lloyd interact with his family

Playing in the snow!!!

Building snow men!!

Lloyd teaching her how to build them and how his uncles would always steal his snow balls

FAMILY SNOW BALL FIGHT!! The strongest teams are guys vs gals

the guys only win because they tackle their wives and children into defeat

lloyd has done this once to Taylor and it didn’t work because she kicked him in the stomach

DOOZING BY THE FIREPLACE?!? Taylor snuggled against (or on, it depends on the year and the day) Lloyd, regardless of whether they’re together or not, on the floor nestled within blankets and pillows, and a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows

ROASTING MARSHMELLOWS IN THE BACKYARD

Lloyd’s younger cousins going nuts from the sugar and Taylor watching him chase them around to wear them down

she eventually joins in after a couple years after chasing four year old Lara who is a massive fan of the ninja

specifically the green ninja

but purple is her favourite colour

only Taylor knows that

family uno that shouldn’t take three hours but does anyway

Taylor being included in secret Santa by her second year attending and she cried when she got the text

Taylor joining in with the women as they’re cooking and baking

Taylor noticing how the older girls are cooking with their mothers and how close they all are

she realises how deep womanhood runs through this family and wishes she had this kind of relationship with her family

Koko notices and practically decides that Taylor is now her daughter

she does this because as much as she loves Lloyd with all her heart, she always wanted to have more children with Garm, especially to have a little girl that could join in with these traditions

the women also go do the last minute shopping and Lloyd and Taylor always get dragged into it by Koko

Taylor deduces that Lloyd is totally considered one of the girls because he loves joining in in everything his mother does

he also secretly loves joining in cooking. Not necessarily the meats or barbecues which his uncles do, but he enjoys baking the desserts and cooking anything else

UGLY SWEATERS!!! Great Nana Mary and Grandma Montgomery spending all of their year knitting Christmas sweaters and it eventually gets divided out onto the aunts and wives

Taylor gets one too and she almost cried

singing Christmas songs!!

KARAOKE

They slay in All I Want For Christmas and they practice leading up to Christmas

Boxing Day where everyone’s a little hungover, a little cold so they watch movies and entertain the children with their new toys

Spending the days between Christmas and new years eating left overs and binging movies

they do go ice skating every year at a lake behind the house

Taylor had no idea how to skate and Lloyd had to teach her

she did get a whole lot of help from the others

Family hockey games!!!

Koko was an ex-hockey player and all of her siblings used to play so every year they have a competition

Taylor never plays and always cheers Lloyd on when he does

New Year’s Fireworks!

[soothinglee]

intoxicated romance in paris

summary: after taras party, everyone left leaving you drunk and very sleepy, luckily someone came in to check on you on a beautiful night in paris.

warnings: mentions of being sick, drunk-heavy-ish fic.

authors note: sorry i've been gone for a little bit, school started and ive been busy- plus i've had little motivation. but i am back! i have another tao request coming up so hopefully i'll have that done by the weekend. requests are open!ಇ

inspiration: impossible - wasia project | time machine - willow

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

masterlist | request

you could honestly kill darcy right now. it’s not like she did anything intentionally illegal but stealing a bottle of vodka and pouring it down each party goers throat; it catered to the massive headache stirring in your head.

everyone had departed to mr. ajays room to take care of her after she felt sick. you lay limp and alone in the hotel room. party streamers and confetti lie around your body like an outline, balloon slowly fall to the ground after hours of stillness and lack of oxygen. there was a soft purple glow of the beautiful paris street lights from below, and you can faintly hear the honking of cars on the road- all going to unique locations.

as much as you tried to roll over to check the time on your phone you find yourself still. fatigue from exhaustion creek in your bones, making the nauseous feeling creeping up push forward. at the sudden sickness you throw yourself forward and try to stabilize yourself on the knitted sheets.

behind the thoughts of trying to keep the sick in you didn't even realize that someone had knocked on the door until that person had turned the handle with a click, the noise echoing throughout the empty room.

"hello hello?" the voice called out, growing nearer. when there was no response they speak again, "hello?"

the only response you could give back was a disgruntled grunt.

"[y/n]?" the boys voice questions, rounding the corner of the entrance way to see you hunched over ontop of the bed. you hadn't known but your hair was sticking up in several places and the crocheted sweater that you wore was hanging off your shoulder on one side. he huffs out a laugh and nears you. "you alright?"

again a grunt.

he lays his phone on the nightstand next to the bed and kneels down next to you, "you look sick, did you drink too much?"

"i'm going to hurt darcy, respectfully." the words come out in broken pieces, but behind the words was a little lighthearted humor. deep down you knew she meant well but oh my god this feeling is gross.

"well don't hurt her too much, she already got sick in mr. farouks' bed. the look on his face could've killed her alone." tao shakes his head at the thought and reaches up to smooth down the back of your head. the feeling of his hand on your hair ignited something warm in you.

you decided it was just because you were drunk.

"did she actually?"

"oh yeah," he laughs lightly and goes to fix your clothes, "she looked like she was going to pee herself, he kicked all of them out."

confusion passes over you, "then where are they?" you were still in their rooms and it's been a good 30 minutes since they last were here.

tao hums and picks at his nails, "they decided to have a sleep over in imogens room, she's only with one other person but her roommate wanted to hangout in her friends room for the night."

you nod and look off but then direct your attention back to him, "wait," you watch as he glances at you then diverts his attention back to his hands, "then why are you here?"

as a reminder, tao jerks up and starts throwing around blankets and items on the other nightstand in a haphazard manner, "oh- yeah, well um- tara had asked me to come back and look for her phone because she needed to text her mom goodnight," he then adds a "yeah." at the end as if he's trying to convince himself of his own words.

while you watch him practically destroy the room your face goes blank with realization, "tao." he hums in acknowledgment but his movements don't cease, "taras' phone isn't in here, she took it with her when she left the party with everyone. and even if you called it it would've rang on this bed," you make your point by slamming a finger into the sheets, "because this is where she was sitting all night."

as if being caught red-handed, tao slowly stands up, the pillow falling from his hands slowly, "oh." was the only thing that came out.

pushing past the fatigue you swing your legs over the edge of the bed so your feet was mere inches from his legs, "so tell me the truth," you huffs out a short breath, "why are you really here? was it to check up on me?" you remark sarcastically. you know it's probably not the truth but hope dances on your tongue tastefully.

quite surprisingly, he nods his head. "i knew you were alone so i figured i'd check in, make sure you didn't spit up on yourself or something." in other words, i cared enough to go out of my way away from the others to make sure you weren't dead.

again, another wave of confusion, "but why?"

tao groans playfully and body flops on the bed, his hair splayed out around his head like a halo, "why are you so coherent, you're supposed to be drunk!"

a slurred giggle escapes you, "oh trust me, i feel just as bad as i look. i just didn't have as much as the other." you pause and hiccup, "can i ask another question?"

"[y/n]-? and i mean this lightheartedly, all you do is ask questions." but he makes a gesture with his hands as if to give the go ahead.

you lean in and whisper, "why are you still here?" a playful smile twitches at your lips. he lifts his head up to look at you, his hair falling in his eyes.

tao rolls his eyes and copy's your position, the beds were close to eachother so the two of you were inches from touching knees. he takes a look at you and you cower a little under his gaze, but not too much. tao goes to speak but stops himself, you lightly kick his leg in encouragement, "because i want to be near you."

that nearly winds you- feeling a little appreciation for being intoxicated because without it as a cover the red huge on your cheeks would be a give away.

you look away from him and towards the balcony, the door open to it let a soft breeze float through the room. you suddenly want to be out there. so without a response towards his comment you reach out your arms towards tao and silently point towards the doors.

he seems a little sad at the conversation change but obliges, "what? you want to go outside?"

you nod feeling a little sicker than before, "wanna see the Eiffel Tower." he nods and takes your hands in his, gently hoisting you up into his arms. his warm body heat makes you feel sleepy, and the over whelming feelings all at once doesn't even let you register that you were holding his hands, let alone in his arms.

slowly but surely he turns you around so your back is to his chest and he carries you on his toes to the balcony. it takes a while because every step he takes you loose your balance and have to regain it.

as you take a step outside a wave of fresh dew air hits you and at the feeling you close your eyes and lean back into tao. he chuckles at the action.

being outside at night, being in paris- an unfamiliar but welcoming presence, being with, no, against tao, especially alone for the first time in the 6 years you've been friends, this could be the best night ever.

the feeling is all too sentimental, whether it's the alcohol doing it's damage or being in the city of love you can't help but sigh and look up at tao with big bright eyes. it takes him a moment because like you too, he was watching the city come alive, and as you make eye contact he smiles with hesitancy, "what?"

it had been clear as day for the longest time but for some reason, right here right now, despite what everyone has been telling you, you had liked him too. it just took you now to figure it out. you lean against him once more and let out a deep sigh,

"i like being near you too."

thanks for readingಇ

[mister-mickey]

Hi, if possible do u think u could do outsiders hc, on the topic of little quirks they would all have? Like for example idk maybe someone has like lots of stuffed toys in their bed, or like someone who enjoy weird food combos ykwim? Love love love ur writing and ty!

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AH I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL TODAY?? lol sorry

Darry

- He used to eat glue 💔

- Like, he thought it tasted really good! His dad had to confiscate all the glue for a month because of him.

- If anyone ever mentions this he pummels them into the ground

Sodapop

- He likes to collect flowers and plants and tear them apart

- Not in a destructive way, in a “I need to keep my hands busy” way

- He especially likes tearing everything except for the spine off of a leaf, it’s his fave

Ponyboy

- he walks in circles while listening to music

- He just paces around the kitchen for actual hours and honestly it worries darry a bit

- He’s having the time of his life though, even if he looks crazy doing it

Twobit

- he refuses to drink things normally, he always chugs whatever he’s got

- His record is 20 seconds for a gallon of milk

- He feels awful afterwards but it’s worth it to him for some reason

Steve

- He still plays with the toy cars that Mr. Curtis got him as a kid

- Secretly of course, but soda knows and just doesn’t say anything

- But he’ll be in his bedroom going “vroom!” With them. He loves mimicking car crashes

Dally

- he LOVES those tiny glass animals!

- He steals a bunch of them every-time he sees them, just because they’re so TINY AND THEY FIT IN HIS FIST SO EASILY

- He doesn’t play with them or anything but he still likes looking at them. He’s got them shoved in his dresser with his underwear.

Johnny

- he collects things from the schools lost and found lmao

- He’s not usually much of a thief, but he can’t help himself. He loves all the weird clothes especially

- Sometimes he wears the clothes he took to school to see if anyone recognizes them (so far nobody has. He would be scared shitless if someone realizes)

Tim

- he doesn’t wear pajamas, he straight up goes to sleep in the clothes he wore all day

- Like, jeans and leather jacket. He has woken up multiple times to see that his arms are both asleep

- He says it’s because he doesn’t care, but he actually outgrew all his pajamas and doesn’t want to get new ones

Angela

- she steals peoples pets

- Sometimes she returns them for money, but usually she keeps them until either they run away or Tim kicks them out

- She’s an animal girlie what can I say. She names them all variations of Angela too (Angel, Angie, lala, etc…)

Curly

- he still sleeps with the stuffed rabbit he had as a kid

- It’s got one ear completely gone because he chewed it off as a kid

- Tim and Angela tease him to no end but he knows they wouldn’t ever tell anyone. He hopes that at least.

Bryon

- mf hates cats

- He’s not superstitious at all, but he’s convinced taht they’re bad luck

- Maybe they just remind him of Angela idk, but he will scowl and groan if he sees one (loser alert!)

Mark

- he loves worms so much man

- He picks them up and holds them in his hand until he eventually drops it. He goes digging for them sometimes

- he is a hero and saves them after it rains! He picks them all up and puts them back in the grass

Cathy

- adores porcelain dolls. She isn’t really a materialistic person, but she used to have one and she still loves them

- The outfits? The hair? She wants one so bad but she doesn’t ever buy one because it’s “a waste” and she’s “too old for them”

- But she stares at them for so long when she’s in the store

M&M

- he gets cold so easily!!! Warm this boy up!

- He wears jacket after jacket but still gets cold, his bed has a million blankets on top, it’s like a mountain

- Ofc, this means winter is his least fave season, this kid turns straight up blue in winter

[evenmorebeetles]

I come bearing Team 7 road trip headcanons

(very american road trip because that's what I'm familiar with)

Naruto calls shotgun, but that doesn't even last long enough for them to get on the highway before Kakashi sentences him to the back seat because he put his feet up on the dash and tried to steal the aux cord for his Super Awesome Road Trip Playlist

Sasuke tries to claim shotgun for himself afterwards but Kakashi declares that the front seat is now off limits.  Call it a bonding exercise

Whoever sits next to Naruto is inevitably going to smack him at some point and while Sakura hits harder than Sasuke, she's more patient than him, so she's in the middle with Sasuke behind Kakashi and Naruto behind the passenger seat so that he can kick the back of it without causing an accident or a murder

No one ever actually sees him take it off somehow but every 45 minutes someone has to yell at Naruto to put his seatbelt back on.

Naruto wants to play a road trip game, which Sakura thinks is a novel and fantastic idea.  She makes puppy eyes at Sasuke until he agrees to play.  It actually goes well until Sasuke starts cheating during I Spy by describing billboards that passed them in half a second.  Naruto and Sasuke bicker over whether this is actually cheating or not, and Sakura takes Naruto's side, much to Sasuke's indignation and Naruto's excited woops.  They get so loud that Kakashi threatens to start playing educational podcasts at max volume if they don't shut up

Sasuke puts his headphones in and you'd think he's listening to some punk alt emo rock album but nope he's got on a mixtape playlist Sakura and Naruto made him for his birthday

He leans his head on the window but the road is too bumpy for it to be comfortable.  Naruto notices and offers Sasuke his hoodie to put between his head and the glass, and Sasuke grumbles but ultimately accepts it if only so he can stop having a conversation that involves his friends being kind to him

Sakura tries to read but eventually gets too car sick and falls asleep with her head on Sasuke's shoulder

Naruto pulls out a handheld game and is careful to turn the volume all the way down so he doesn't wake Sakura up

Kakashi puts on a forest ambiance soundtrack instead of music, and Naruto is very confused.  He doesn't know that due to them being in the middle of nowhere, Kakashi can't get any service, leaving him only with the things he has pre-downloaded to his phone.  These are limited to forest ambiance and every Icha Icha novel on audiobook

Sakura does eventually wake up to go into a rest stop with Kakashi while Naruto and Sasuke wait in the car because they didn't feel like putting their shoes back on.  She comes back with each of their favorite snacks

Naruto has to use the bathroom 10 miles after leaving the rest stop

Everyone newly recharged with sugar, they agree on another road trip game where they have to find words starting with each sequential letter of the alphabet (chosen for its collaborative and therefore cheat proof nature)

They absolutely do the COWS thing whenever they pass a field

Sakura finally smacks Naruto upside the head when she catches him without his seatbelt on for the seventh time

Kakashi imposes a tax where he's owed a bit of snack every time someone asks if they're close or how much longer

Naruto and Sakura end up sharing a blanket (Sasuke isn't cold due to his recently acquired hoodie)

Naruto and Sasuke compete to see who can put more stickers on Sakura without her noticing.  When they get caught, Sasuke claims to have no knowledge of the game at all, and sure, Naruto never saw Sasuke put anything on Sakura, but he knows for a fact that not all those stickers were from him

Sai, who has been in the third row of seats the entire time unbeknownst to everyone else in the car, is very pleased with himself for winning

[momentokori]

Restlessness Pt. 2

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It was a struggle to get her in bed that night, she didn’t want to sleep. She especially didn’t want to sleep in his bed. It was his place, not hers. She’d feel horrible if she slept on his bed while he slept somewhere else. After about ten minutes he managed to trap her in a blanket and sat her on the bed, she flailed around for a few minutes before stopping. He didn’t care that she was mad about the situation, he just wanted her to rest. He stayed there until she was asleep, since she was such a deep sleeper he untrapped her from the blanket, giving her room to move how she wanted. He left the room and put his shoes and coat on, he grabbed his phone and wallet before leaving. He knew where he was going, and he knew what he was going to do when he got there. He got in his car and began to drive. He knew she’d be safe there alone, everyone knew he didn’t have much to steal anyways. Plus, she knew how to stick up for herself, she’d be fine.

He sighed as he pulled up to a familiar house, he hated this house, he hated the memories he had there. Well, not all the memories, but he still hated the people inside. When he knocked on the door he heard the laughing from inside stop for a minute, then the door opened. A woman answered, she had a smile, which turned into a scowl for a moment. Then back to a fake smile, trying to stay on his good side. “Oh! I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.” She said in the fakest voice he’s ever heard, it reminded him of a customer he had to deal with once. He also knew why she wasn’t expecting him. “Don’t worry, she’s safe.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. “You know you can’t just leave her right? What if I call the polce and tell them? What would you do then?” He added quickly, “You wouldn’t call them! We’ll make up a story like we always do anyways.” She was so snarky, after a minute of polite bickering a man would walk up behind the woman, luckily he was more sober than she was. The two would whisper to each other for a minute before looking back at Rick. “You’re not bringing her back. If you do we’ll make a big deal that you kidnapped her and threatened us if we called the police.” The man explained while the woman just laughed. “I never said I was bringing her back, but I hope you realize how childish it was to kick her out.” “She is a unforgivable brat!-” “No she isn’t, you two just didn’t care about her enough. You cared about me too much and now I like to be alone. You haven’t cared about her enough and now she’s attention starved. You act like the child.” Rick quickly cut them off, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. “We are great parents! She’s just a brat! She’s spoiled!” “She isn’t spoiled, you’d know that if you actually raised her.” He then walked off without another word, listening as they yelled behind him.

When he got home he didn’t take off his shoes or coat or anything, he just sat down on the couch. Staring at the ceiling he could only think about the situation he was in. He didn’t have the proper lifestyle to care for anyone, he could barely take care of himself. He didn’t want her to go into foster care or anything like that though, he was to worried to leave her alone. He’d have to get better, for her sake. He sighed and got up, deciding to check on her. When he looked into his room she was still fast asleep, which was good. He quietly shut the door and went back to the couch, laying down this time. He was tired, and he had a lot he needed to do tomorrow. He fell asleep with these thoughts, it was hard to even stay asleep. His sister ended up waking up in the middle of the night, she got up and wandered around. She took note of everything, the food, the apartment, everything. It made her worry, when she saw him sleeping on the couch she felt even worse. She went to grab the blanket he trapped her in and laid it over him. She just stood there, she already felt like a burden. She just wanted to run out and leave everyone alone. But she couldn’t, she still had more to do. She had to make something of herself, she needed some importance in life. After a couple minutes of silently staring she’d sit down on the other end of the couch, falling asleep with her jacket as a blanket.

Giggling

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

20. Movie night

True to your word you sent a text in the groupchat when you arrived at ive's dorm. Lexi had asked you if you were sure about all of this after everything that had happened today. Truth be told reality hadn't kicked in yet, you went back to the recording studio to continue work and now you were at yujin's place. It didn't feel different and you were nervous about tonight, what if things are too comfortable and you end up right where you left off? You couldn't do that to her nor yourself.

"Hey were here" Brady pushed you gently out of your thoughts and you noticed the elevator had arrived at the floor. You stepped out and the door to your right swung open, gaeul and wonyoung walked out in comfortable clothes with their phones and drinks.

"Hey!" wonyoung smiled, "talk about good timing." you all smile and walk towards the next door. Gaeul opened the door and the rest of you followed after, "look who we ran into."

"finally! Yujin's been stealing snacks for the past hour." liz said loudly with her face towards yujin's bedroom.

"leave me alone!" yujin's voice was heard from her room before her door opened, "I have a right to steal them becau- oh... Hey." she quickly went quiet as she spotted you.

You waved your hand with an awkward smile but luckily got saved by leeseo walking by munching on popcorn. "come on we still have to pick a movie!"

"She's right, it'll be another few minutes before we've decided what movie we'll watch." gaeul said and you all sat down on the many pillows and blankets on the ground, yujin sits down on your right as it was the last place available. You both smiled at each other not meddling with the others about the movie.

" so you've been busy stealing snacks for an hour huh?" you whispered making her chuckle.

"I was hungry and you weren't going to be here for another hour. How was your day?" you both fell quiet as you thought back to earlier, "after uh.... You know."

"it's okay, don't worry about it" you smiled and grabbed her hand, interlacing your fingers. "we mostly recorded some idea's today, most of it was just some nonsense we came up with on the spot but I think there are some samples with potential."

"Hate to interrupt your conversation but it's a tie between watching inside out or lilo & stitch so your opinions are needed."

You looked to Yujin with a smile and you spoke at the same time,

"inside out"

"lilo & stitch" yujin said.

"You've got to be kidding me." Brady facepalmed.

"lilo & stitch is your favorite movie why did you choose inside out?" yujin looked at you confused. Ofcours she would pick your favorite above hers.

"because you like inside out."

"why don't we watch them both? We have room enough so you can stay the night if you'd like." rei offered.

"yesss, sleepover!!!" lexi smiled at the group and everyone quickly agreed.

There was a quick arrangement of who'd sleep where and after that you watched the movies together. Lexi would stay with gaeul and wonyoung, Brady would sleep in liz's room and you'd sleep with yujin.

Once the first movie ended leeseo and rei went to bed as the rest of you continued to the seconth movie, Yujin had cuddled up against you without either of you two realizing. It wasn't until her head moved down a little as she was falling asleep that you noticed and wrapped her in your arms, covering her simultaneously with your blanket you had wrapped around you.

the movie ended a little after midnight and everyone retreated to their bedrooms. Yujin had already slipped into her bed when you came back in her room in your pj's. "Are you sure about this? I could just sleep o.... "

"It's okay." she cut you off as you got closer to her. "We can share, I don't mind. " you nodded and layed down next to her as she looked at you,"would you.... Can we still cuddle?"

"we did it a few minutes ago, just because we..."you stopped as you couldn't finish that sentence," we can still cuddle." you gave her a soft smile and she quickly cuddles up like she's done countless of times before.

It was quite for a moment, nothing to be heard but your soft breathes and occasional movements, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, but remember it's just until we've figured something out." she looks up at you and it takes everything in you to not kiss her. "are you nervous for tour?"

"no" she looks down to your lips making it so much harder to resist.

"yujin"

"just one, please?" She lifted herself up just enough to press her lips against yours. You let out a soft sigh and pressed your forehead against hers as you took a deep breath.

" we can't,” you spoke softly.

"I know" she whispers as she caressed your cheek with her thumb, "I hate this" She whispers with tears in her eyes.

"I know " you sighed, " but i don't want to put you in the position to choose, i don't want you to get in trouble over me. "

Yujin slumps against you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her and pull her close. "I love you," she whispers and scoots even closer, nuzzling her face into your neck.

Neither of you were in any state to fall asleep, but neither seemed to mind. You tightened your grip slightly, laying your head against hers and it all felt too normal, to comfortable even after everything. You kissed her on the top of her head and promised yourself you'd find a way to make things work.

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When Claude dropped dead, the noise that led him to them wouldn't end. The baby still sobbed. He had left it on the floor by the broken throne.

Throné had gone to pick it up, but found she was no good with kids.

"Here, let me," Osvald whispered as he took it.

He held it so gently, stroking its cheek and shushing it. It fell silent in no time and he just managed to look up in time to see Throné remove her collar. She wept with relief.

"Let's go back to New Delsta, we all need to rest," Temenos said, "Osvald? Are you listening?"

"Huh? Yes, right. Let's go," he said, but he was still focused on the child in his arms.

How old was it? What was it's name? Gender? Who would take care of it?

Well, two questions were answered when he noticed embroidery on the hem of the blanket it was wrapped in.

"Judith" it said.

When they returned to New Delsta, he couldn't even celebrate Throné's freedom with the rest of the group. He found himself hurrying around the city, searching for everything one needed to care for a baby.

By the time he was done, the sun had set. He joined the others in the tavern, carefully sitting while making sure not to wake Judith.

"What are you gonna do with her?" Castti asked.

"You could send her to an orphanage, or some of the nuns in Flamechurch could take care of her," Temenos suggested.

"I... I don't think I want to do that. Orphanages aren't ideal for children and I'm not busy with anything else at the moment..." Osvald said.

"What about Elena?" Castti asked.

"She'd be thrilled to have a younger sister."

As they ate and Osvald had more time to think about it, he thought back to his own childhood. He never particularly liked his parents. What frustrated him the most, was how they distanced themselves from the rest of their family. He hardly saw his grandparents and scarcely knew he had cousins until one died. It was all so confusing growing up knowing so little of his family's past...

"Would you want to be a part of Judith's life, Throné?" he asked.

She hardly thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's my sister! Why would I ever say no!?"

- Five years later -

Throné had been walking on air all week. After a particularly busy few days of train repairs and negotiating with obnoxious businessmen, she finally got a two week vacation. Well, Partitio practically had to kick her out of the factory. No one had ever expected her to like engineering when they first met, but she found all the screwing and tinkering was shockingly similar to lockpicking, only more fun because it was something she could be proud of, rather than stealing from random passerby.

She had a bright smile on her face as she walk from the newly built Sai trainstation to Osvald's home at the outskirts of the city. She had seen Temenos on her way from the station, but they managed to exchange only a few words.

"Woman going into labor two streets down, tell Osvald Castti and I will be late!" was all Temenos said before running off with his arms full of various pain numbing medicines Castti had at home.

She yelled "Goodluck!" at him before snickering to herself about how strange that interaction must have been to anyone nearby. In no time had she reached her home, and she hardly knocked on the door once before it swung open and a little girl ran into her arms.

"Nene's home! Nene's home!" Judith cheered as Throné picked her up.

She spun around and laughed with her sister as they both got dizzy.

"Oh! I gotta tell the others!" Judith said as she ran back inside.

Throné followed her and was greeted by Elena and Osvald.

Elena would have run to hug her as well, but her hands were dirtied with cooking oil and tomato sauce as she was preparing tapas. Osvald had been in the middle of teaching Judith math, but gave up and started putting away the textbooks the second she ran to greet Throné.

Elena, Judith, Throné and Osvald all talked and talked as they set the table for lunch.

"I learned how to do sub-trashon!" Judith boasted.

"Sub-trac-tion," Osvald corrected her, "But yes, she did. She's an incredibly fast learner."

"She has an excellent teacher," Throné laughed, setting plates down.

They all sat at the table and debated whether they should wait for their beloved healers to return.

"But the food will get cold!" Elena pouted.

"And Temenos said to expect them to be late. They won't mind," Throné added.

"Alright then," Osvald said, and he began serving them all.

Just before they started eating, though, the door swung open once more. Castti and Temenos entered. Both looked exhausted, but they were there.

"Sorry we're late," Castti sighed and sat.

"I really, really hope you washed your hands," Throné laughed.

"Bathed already," she smiled, "I'm taking a nap after this though."

As they talked and ate, Throné looked out at the group. Only one was related by blood, but she would walk to the ends of the earth for each and every one of them. They were family after all.

WAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!

FAMBTILY!!!!!!!

throné liking engineering work because it’s just like more involved lockpicking to her… I like that a lot!!!!!!!! good for her!!!!!

and the part about temenos just. yelling about some woman being in labor was amazing. something is incorrect with him

and obbval…. the os…. wegh,, EVERYONE AT THE FUCKIGN DINNER TABLE PIE I AM GOING TO BORE A HOLE INTO MY WALL