#sleepy bois drabble

[eddiesghxst]

eddie sleeps hard as fuck. like the man could sleep through a tornado and not move an inch. he’s a chronic napper and he can fall asleep anywhere at anytime. if eddie is feeling sleepy, he is going to get that shut eye, no debate.

you’ll be out eating with the gang and one minute he’s yapping away about his current hyper-fixation and then the next minute you look over and he’s slumped down in the booth, head leaned against the wall with his chin tilted down and his arms crossed over his chest. you pull him to lean against you instead so his neck doesn’t hurt from craning, and when he snuggles against you he presses a soft kiss to your neck before deeply sighing as he gets comfortable and mumbles, “you smell good.“ before knocking out again. and he snores, yeah he definitely snores. and when you tell him, he gets offended and says you’re lying.

yeah that’s it. just sleepy boy eddie.

[teddybeartoji]

a heavy sigh falls from your lips.

"i'm jus' having a day."

satoru huffs. "you're telling me... that you're having a day... aaaaaaall by yourself, handsome?"

you don't need to look at him to know that he's wiggling his eyebrows. dummy. faintly shaking your head, you try to brush his stupid comment off but your lips have a mind of their own, so used to a smile that they're already twitching upward. and satoru being satoru, he takes it as a very good sign to continue. "i can't believe the love of my life is having a day – without me. betrayal, i tell you, absolute betrayal."

he throws himself onto the couch right next to you, thighs touching. no inches between you.

"stop..." you whine. "let me have my day..."

"no way, baby. we're having a day." tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and he whispers — "together."

when you turn to face him, your noses touch. he never did know what personal space is but it's not like you mind (you love it). he looks into your weary eyes, hiding his frown. he nudges his nose against yours and presses a quick kiss to it.

"so is it a 'quiet' day or a 'sleep' day or a 'bath' day or a 'film' day or a 'park' day or....?" his voice is so soft and sugary and warm and caring and you immediately get lost in your thoughts. he's so sweet. you're so grateful for him. if you told him to be quiet for the rest of his life, he'd do it. it'd be very fucking hard but for you – he'd do it without a second thought. and now he's here, asking you what kind of a day you're having. he would've probably wanted to play video games or make-out or go bully suguru but he won't even bring it up because he can see that it's not the right time for that. and you're so grateful. what did you do to deserve a boyfriend like this? a boyfriend who's so ready to put your needs above his, always and forever.

he observes you in your little mind palace, your eyes are little zoned out and it just might be the cutest thing. he places his hand on your thigh, gently pulling you back to him. he doesn't say anything, only giving you a reassuring smile. you love him.

"a 'quiet' day, i think." your head falls against his shoulder with a soft thump.

"okay."

pressing his soft lips to your forehead, he draws hearts on your back.

a quiet 'sorry' tries to hide inside the crook of his neck, burrowing itself into his hoodie. he catches it, though. like always.

"sorry for what?"

"this."

a rumble in his chest, you feel it so clearly.

"you're sorry for having a day?"

an incoherent mumble is his answer.

craning his neck, he tries to look down on you. a finger finds your nose and boops! it, making you sink deeper into him.

"my baby."

it's like honey – the sweetest coo in the whole wide world. he pours it all over you, covering you in his love, sticking you to him. you don't mind (you love it).

"never ever ever ever apologize for that stupid shit again, though."

...

and there it is — a snicker. not a full laugh but it's enough.

"like - damn, you really are dense sometimes, baby." he whistles, earning him a punch to his chest. and a smile. he's getting there.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, satoru?" sitting up straight, you force your lips into a thin line (it's so hard to not smile around him). "i'm over here begging for mercy for being, oh, i don't know, vulnerable, and you tell me that i'm dense?"

hastily you stand from the couch, leaving satoru staring up at you with a big grin. "what a good boyfriend." you scoff. but your words mean absolute jack shit to him, it's like water off a goose. he's never been more in love. he sees another twitch of your lips and he knows he has you.

turning away, you're ready to make a bit of a scene, ready to stomp your feet, ready to forget everything about your day but you can't. an ungodly strength has you glued to your spot because satoru has other plans. his fingers wrap around your wrist, easily pulling you straight down onto his lap. he mumbles a quick 'the best boyfriend' before attacking you with a quick press of his lips to yours and a smirk and you know you're fucked. this wasn't your plan. this is bad. this is extremely bad. you know what he's gonna do and you can't do anything about it. no, no, no. you were supposed to stomp away and wait for him to come hug you from the back, being all cuddly and cute — this was not the plan.

it's his ultimate power move. tickles.

you hate him.

(you love him so much that you fear your heart will literally explode every time you're around him).

and then his fingers are running all over your sides, laughter bubbling from your throat, no matter how hard you try to hold it back. he manages to hold you down and torture you at the same time, it's unforgiving (and impressive but you won't tell him that). tears brim in your eyes and he can't stop looking at you.

this is how you should look all the time. not the tears in your eyes, of course, but the smile. oh, the smile. from one ear all the way to the other. the corners of your eyes crinkling. he can't wait to grow old with you and see the smile wrinkles, these'll definitely be one of his greatest achievements. he's so serious about it.

luckily, he doesn't keep it up for too long, letting you catch your breath – your head falling back onto his chest, right above his heart.

"you're such a dick."

"you love me so much, i'm surprised you haven't proposed yet."

another weak slap against his chest and he laughs. loud and full of love.

a comfortable silence. his hands rest on your waist, soaking in the feeling of your skin, the feeling of you on him, your heart so near his. you trying to get a grip and he's enjoying his time with you. he could be watching paint dry with you and he'd love it. he hopes you know that (he needs you to know that).

"we can still do a crying party... if you want." his breath tickles your ear. "i'll cry with you."

you're so grateful.

snaking your hands behind his neck, you pull him close. "thank you."

"anything for you. everything for you."

[pygmi-cygni]

Skincare - Steven Grant

so since you guys liked blue's skincare, i've decided to start a series.

Self care was important. Especially for Steven, whose tired head was overwhelmed from Khonsu's constant nagging. He hadn't had a good sleep in his whole life, but it had been getting to him recently. Even Marc was getting a bit groggy when he fronted.

Quite the self-starter, Steven decided to look into sleep-improvement techniques. Yoga, meditation, music, white noise, weighted blankets, he'd tried them all. They were pleasant, but his sleep schedule had not improved.

It was nine pm when he rang you. You paused in jade rolling your face, turning off the facial steamer.

"Hello?"

Steven's exhausted croak answered you. "Hiya, love, sorry...can't sleep again."

You pouted sympathetically, pushing hair out of your eye.

"I'm sorry, hon, do you wanna come over? I'm doing my skincare routine but you can have some tea if you like," you offered. Steven sighed gratefully. His keys clinked quietly in the background.

"Sounds lovely, thank you."

Soon he was draped over your couch, eyes staring glassily into the distance. Poor thing, he looked a mess. The gentle jazz you'd put on wasn't helping either. Two cups of chamomile, an hour of snuggles, and Steven Grant was still tossing and turning.

In the reflection of your vanity, you saw his weepy doe eyes. Your heart broke. There's gotta be something.

Peering in your makeup drawer, you examined your collection before grabbing lavender face lotion. Your mother had mentioned that the herb helped with relaxation - though whether or not that was an old wives' tale or not was beyond you. Worth a shot.

"Stevie, c'mere," you said softly, settling next to him on the settee. He turned, mumbling incoherently. His eyes were unfocused and struggling to pay attention. He eventually saw you and budged closer, scrubbing his hands over his eyes. You beckoned him forwards and he collapsed against you, hands limp around your waist.

"Let me try something. It'll help you sleep," you added at his raised eyebrow. Relieved, he shuffled until he was looking at you dead-on.

You unscrewed the lid of your serum and rubbed a good amount on your hands. The sumptuous floral air wafted through the room. Pungent but hopefully not too strong. Confusion ticked in his brow when you began dotting it on his cheeks.

"Wh...whazzat for?"

You shushed him, stroking his cheeks to rub in the lotion. It was a nice smooth texture, cool and comforting, not too oily. You'd forgotten how much you liked it, actually. Steven hummed, leaning into your palm. Looked like it was kinda working.

The lotion had already absorbed, but you kept up the massage, stroking his nose and smoothing his wrinkled brow. His eyelids closed when you kissed his forehead, bringing his face to rest on your chest.

A small bottle of almond oil was also on the nearby table, and you shook a generous amount onto his hair. The second your nails raked across his scalp he groaned appreciatively, nosing into your shirt. Even your eyes were growing heavy. The soothing combination of your gentle breaths and the smell of almonds and sugar was softening Steven's restless mind.

He felt...floaty, distant. In a good way. His hands twitched, wanting to hold your hand but not having the energy. Your long nails felt divine on his scalp, sending waves of tingling warmth all the way down to his toes. He could live here forever, boneless on your lap and drifting aimlessly in liminal space. The view from your lap was getting blurry, and his eyes had trouble reopening.

A soft warmth was pulled over his shoulders, cocooning him in a safe bundle of calm. Your hands never stopped, coaxing him gently into the dark relief of sleep.

i guess it isn't really skincare but i guess kinda maybe a little bit (there's lotion so that counts.)

@my-secret-shame @krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @twwcs

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[partyanimal167]

Sleepy Boy- Law x GN!Reader

@easnowpw: His s/o trying to seduce him while he's so tires he falls asleep standing (he insists he's okay)

Thanks for requesting! I hope one of these days Law gets the rest he needs.

...

"Babe, go to sleep." you say as you cross your arms and looked up at your boyfriend.

He cracked an eye as he leaned on the wall. "I'm fine." he argued.

You rolled your eyes and looked around. It was nearing the end of day two of Strawhat's banquet. You knew that your boyfriend was anxious as to what possible chaos Luffy and the others could cause, but things were done for now at least. You guys had been battling for days and started partying immediately after. You thought that Law would have collapsed the moment the festivities started--a sure sign that things were fine. However, he had been up most of the time arguing with Luffy and Kidd, hiding from a spar-hungry Zoro, and begrudgingly dancing with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. You had even gotten some rest, so now it was time to drag Law to bed. His bags were damn near taking up half his face.

"You are not fine. Let's sleep." you argued. You then leaned your chest against his. "Are you really going to let me sleep by myself, again." you pouted. His eyes were closed and again and he let out a deep breath. "Baby, come on," you continued, "I even got a new treat to show you. If you stay out here, I'll forget about it." Law barely moved.

You groaned and turned away. "Fine then, I'll go cuddle with Bepo." You started walking off, "Bepo!"

You then yelped as you were lifted onto a sturdy shoulder. "Fine, fine." he yawned. He kissed your hand as he headed towards the ship. There was a glimmer of hope that maybe you could try on that new outfit you got, but as soon as you came out the bathroom, you saw Law sprawled out on the bed snoring loudly.

You chuckled to yourself before climbing into his arms. This was nice too.

~~~

Thank you! I hope you like this.

[whumpasaurus101]

Whumpee coughed as another cloud of smoke was blown into their face, their eyes squeezing shut as they closed their mouth shut as tight as they could.

"Oh quit being such a baby," Whumper scoffed, twirling a cigarette between their two fingers before bringing it closer and closer to Whumpee, smirking as they watcjed the other lean away with a whimper, eyes glistening with fear.

"Open up." Whumpee's mouth stayed glued shut, eyes suddenly burning with defiance, making Whumper chuckle, "Fine, have it your way," And with that, Whumper shoved the butt of the cigarette against Whumpee's cheek- soaking up the cry of pain from the younger.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut;

Quit being such a baby...

[nyoomfruits]

uh so i wrote some post bahrain gp lestappen fluff to soothe the aches of charles's dnf ;-;

Charles wakes up when he feels the bed dip beside him, and as he blearily opens his eyes he can see only just make out the shape of Max trying to quietly get under the covers in the still pitch black room.

“Hi,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, as he turns onto his side to face Max, who startles a little.

“Oh,” He says, as he settles under the blankets and turns to look at Charles. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” Charles says, reaching forward to place his hand on the side of Max’s face, swiping his thumb across his cheekbone. “How was the party?”

“Fun,” Max says, with a little shrug. “Missed you, though,” he says, scooting closer so his knees knock against Charles’s.

Charles hisses. “Fuck, you’re cold,” he says, but he doesn’t move his legs.

“How was your night?” Max asks, voice soft.

Charles can’t help but snort. “Much less of a party, as you can imagine.” Max opens his mouth to say something but Charles moves his hand, pressing his thumb against Max’s lips. “Shh, not a word. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s only the first race. There will be others.” It’s what he’s been telling himself all night. He’s hoping that if he just repeats it enough, at some point he’ll start believing it. That he’ll start believing that this is not just going to be a repeat of last year.

Max stares at him for a really long time, and then seemingly decides to drop it, opting for playfully nipping at Charles’s thumb instead. Charles laughs, and pulls his hand back, settling it on the matrass in front of him. Max reaches over to catch it, but then his cold hands touch Charles’s chest and Charles yelps, launching himself to the other side of the bed, Max laughing as he chases after him.

In the end, after a serious tussle across the sheets, Charles ends up flat on his back, Max hovering over him, having his wrists pinned to the bed as he practically sits in Charles’s lap.

“All right, all right,” Charles says, between laughs, “You win.”

Max smiles, clearly delighted, and leans down to kiss Charles, soft and gentle, before pulling back ever so slightly, their noses still brushing together. “I’m still proud of you, for the race you had. It sucked you didn’t get to be on that podium with us, but you will be, next race.”

And that is the beauty of Max, Charles thinks. It’s not a ‘if Ferrari fixes their issues’ or ‘if your engine doesn’t crap out’. There are no if’s, with Max. Only the unrelenting believe in Charles and Charles’s ability to get the best out of whatever car they put him in.

Charles says nothing, just smiles at him, soft and tender, and presses a kiss to the tip of Max’s nose, which Max frowns at. “Ugh, you know I hate that feeling,” Max says, as he rolls off Charles and flops down next to him.

Charles rolls over to, so he’s on his stomach, arm slung over Max’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. “I know,” Charles says, and then, when Max grumbles at him, “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” Max says, feigning annoyance, but the kiss he presses to Charles’s forehead is undeniably fond. “Now, sleep.”

“Yeah,” Charles says, his eyes already falling shut again as he feels the rise and fall of Max’s chest, the soft beating of his heart. “Sleep.”

In two weeks, there’s another race, and then plenty of others after that. Everything can still happen, though Charles is still struggling a little bit to be positive about it, after the start he’s just had. None of that matters right now, however. All that does matter is Max, pressing another soft kiss to Charles’s forehead, pulling him ever so slightly closer, and then softly mumbling ‘g’night’ as he too closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

“How much will your loyalty cost?”

Techno froze at the question and turned around to face Wilbur. He had hoped it was a joke, but Wil’s face was stone cold serious.

“I don’t want your money,” he said evenly.

“What then? Power? Connections? You know my capabilities. Say it and it’s yours.”

Wilbur didn’t even seem upset. This wasn’t the Wilbur who joked around and lived for dramatic entrances and soft strums on the guitar. This was Wilbur at one end of a negotiation he was intent on winning. It was detached, clinical.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“You really don’t know why I’m here, do you?” It came out soft and vulnerable. It was how Techno felt, at least.

Wilbur didn’t reply, just kept that same, intense gaze, as if waiting for Techno to tell him a price.

Technoblade shook his head and allowed the hurt to seep into his voice when he asked, “do you really think I would sell you guys out for some money? That I’d turn so easily—that I’d turn at all?” Then, quieter, “do you really think so little of me?”

[sunluzhen]

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair (time for a monkey grooming sesh)

Xiaotian didn't really know what to do with all this fur that's become his new normal. He had enough trouble remembering to actually brush just the hair on his head once in a blue moon, growing up. That was even before he decided to cut it relatively short and keep it that way! Now the universe expected him to do the same with, like, everywhere else on his body? Impossible.

Besides, he didn't like how the bristles of most brushes felt. Granted, now instead of just his head he's covered entirely in a tangled mess of fur, buuut... it was fine!

Well, it was fine until Wukong finally had enough one afternoon. The living room quickly became the setting for a Scooby-Doo style chase scene, because he did NOT want to be subjected to the monkey grooming him. Partially because doesn't know where those hands have been, and also because... well. Well he's not really sure why else he's making his mentor chase him around like they're something straight out of a cartoon.

Wukong does, of course, catch him eventually. It was his house after all. He knew the layout better than Xiaotian did. The following moments are accompanied with a lot of whining and squirming from the teenager, but there's not much he can do to dislodge a Wukong that's comfortably perched on his shoulders with his tail holding him in place.

"Yeesh, you'd think I was going to do something worse than fixing the poor state your hair's in. No, but seriously, kid, do you like never comb or something?" Wukong's hands are immediately met with so. many. knots. It's a miracle MK doesn't seem to have any pests nesting in his fur somewhere. "...Y'know what, don't answer that. I didn't think I'd have to go full salon treatment on you."

"Aw, c'mon, it's not that bad--"

"Kid. You're covered in actual mats."

That sounds like a bad thing. It probably is, considering how Wukong pointedly tugs (gently) on a painfully clumped together section of fur. Xiaotian yelps, and vainly tries wriggling out of the older monkey's hold. He doesn't get anywhere. But he does sigh and forces himself to relax into a slumped pile of messy fur and lanky limbs.

They were resigned to their fate of a very long night being told to stay still while Wukong worked his monkey magic. The absolute worse -- sitting still, that is. They don't actually mind the grooming part, now that they're actually experiencing it. There's just a lot more hair to deal with, than any of the other impromptu grooming sessions, that's all. Kinda wild to think about how monkeys have to groom all this hair all the time.

Or at least, more than Xiaotian is used to managing by himself? Not that he ever spent much time on his hair to begin with. Although, monkeys spend more time grooming each other than themselves, don't they? Huh. He wonders why that is.

He's quickly loosing his train of thought. Why was he being so difficult about being sat down for a grooming session, again?

Yeah, about an hour in and Xiaotian is passing out.

[idolsummons]

i think that my world needs places that are like. glimpses into other dimensions. big and ancient tombs which, when entered, are glimpses into vh'thra's home; old asylums and hospitals long abandoned which have become havens for the reformers of yi'xazeth; things of that nature.

[emberuby]

enha to chase | hyung line

summary: short (smutty) drabbles of enhypen hyung line inspired by chase atlantic songs.

warnings: smut, one-night stand (heeseung), misunderstanding (heeseung), high sex, drunk sex (jay & jake), semi-public sex (jake), infidelity (sunghoon), toxic relationship (sunghoon), angst, unprotected sex, stomach bulge (jay).

note: my two fave boy bands in the world are enhypen and chase atlantic so i decided to join the two. this is my first time writing short drabbles too so this was very unusual but fun. these are just based off the general vibes of the song, so the story might not fully match the lyrics. btw this fic format is inspired by @wh1msic4lwasab1, so credit to their incredible writing 🖤

wc: 1.9k

heeseung — her (phases)

she said "we can do whatever you want, you could fuck me in the back of your car" but i won't ever get to stay with her, 'cause all i ever had was one day with her

Heeseung knew he would regret this day for the rest of his life, but you were so addicting that it was making him act like a moron. 

The car was shaking from your rough movements, and the windows were fogging up, both from the heavy breathing and the pouring rain from the outside. Heeseung sat in the back as you straddled his lap and bounced up and down on his cock desperately. 

His hands were on your waist, helping you guide your movements, and in all honesty, you weren’t particularly graceful with them. 

In the beginning, you were incredible. You were riding him like a wave, and the movement of your hips was making Heeseung see stars, but it was becoming all too exhausting now, trying to keep up with his stamina. You’ve already cum once, and your pussy felt sensitive and puffy, causing your movements to become choppy. 

“Slow down, Y/N,” he groaned, having the urge to take control. 

You shook your head, making your hair fall on your face. You whined desperately, “Hee…baby. I have to make you cum. Let me.” You then leaned back slightly and rested your hands on his knees in a futile attempt to help you keep going. 

Your mind was feeling hazy at the feeling of his cock filling you up, and you were angry at your body as you could feel another orgasm approaching while Heeseung was still not even close. 

Before you could keep going, Heeseung swiftly flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and started roughly slamming into you. Your whines were becoming louder, and you were sure that if anyone were to be passing by, they would hear your obscene noises. 

Your face was now pressed against the leather seat, and you cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, just a bit before Heeseung spilt his seed inside you, coating your walls with his cum.

You couldn’t believe he did that, given this was only a one-time thing, but it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to think straight. Heeseung kept thrusting in and out of you, and you whined from the overstimulation. 

Every time he pushed himself inside you, he moved his cum deeper and deeper inside your cunt, and you felt yourself being addicted to the feeling. 

You knew you would regret this day for the rest of your life. Heeseung and you both knew you were making a massive mistake. 

You were afraid of what was going to happen after the two of you left this car. You agreed with Heeseung to a one-night stand to help relieve your stress, but your relationship would never be the same after this. 

Especially as Heeseung was always in love with you, and his heart clenched at the thought you would never be his.

jay — slide (beauty in death)

i don't wanna say that i'm god, but, i'll take you to heaven if you die [...] lying to me baby, make it worth it, make me earn it, they don't deserve you

It was the first time you’d ever gotten high, and you weren’t doing particularly well. You were both sleepy yet also hyper-aware and entirely too horny for your own good. You were sure Jay was embarrassed by how you were acting at the party, but in reality, he found it all too adorable. 

“Jaybird,” you remembered telling him as you clumsily grabbed the collar of his shirt. You thought you were whispering, but all of Jay’s friends could hear you. 

“Yes, baby?” He said, his palms rubbing over your arms to help soothe you.

“Please,” you said in a desperate voice, clenching your hands on the fabric of his shirt. 

“Please what?”

“Please… Please let's get out so you can fuck me. I need you, please. I need your dick,” you whined. Your eyes were practically sparkling with tears, and you didn’t notice the way Heeseung and Sunghoon busted out in laughter at your words. 

It was a blur after that, and you remember somehow ending up in an empty bedroom with your clothes gone and Jay’s chest pressed up against your back. His touch felt so soft and soothing, and he held you and kissed you as though you were going to break.

He was always soft with you, but especially now, he was ever so careful and gentle, even in the way he slowly split open your cunt with his throbbing cock. No matter how slowly he went with you, however, you still felt sensitive from how deep inside you he was.

He couldn’t see your face as you lay on your side, but he could tell you were still out of it. 

“Ahh…’m sorry, Jay. I’m really sorry for embarrassing you,” you said in between your moans. You loved when he fucked you in this position because you could feel him so intensely.

He placed a kiss on the back of your head and said, “Don’t be stupid now, darling.” He could never be embarrassed by you. If he were honest, he loved how bold you were tonight, as he was used to you being timid when it came to sex. 

He had learnt to know the signs of when you got horny, like when you would make puppy eyes at him or when you would clench your legs discreetly, and although he didn’t mind it, he liked this version of you as well. 

He reached over to the lower part of your belly and pressed his palms against it, his mind going haywire at the feeling of his cock creating a bulge inside you. It was like you were perfectly made for him. 

You gasped as he started quickening his pace. “So good for me, darling,” he grunted as he kept slamming into you. “My sweet thing, you’re doing so well.”

jake — die for me (lost in heaven)

you know how i love it when you ride on me, oh, lord, i'm in the water, take a dive on me [...] good god, she's on the floor, rollin' her eyes at me, oh

It was fucking freezing, but Jake’s body heat was making it ever so slightly bearable. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other were filling the air, and you two had no care in the world as you fucked each other on the sand with the rushing water behind you. 

Neither of you was thinking straight. You were both drunk off vodka, sopping wet after a skinny dipping session, and exhausted from the long night. Jake, however, made sure to put a towel underneath you, ever the gentleman that he was.

In fact, he was such a gentleman that he wasn’t patient enough to get you home and had to fuck you right there on the beach. 

“It’s fine, princess. Do you really think anyone is up this late?” You remembered him saying. 

You were nervous at first and terrified at the prospect of someone coming to catch you, but it didn’t take much convincing for you to get on your knees and start sucking on his cock out in the open. 

All Jake had to do was flash his eyes that glinted in the moonlight and tell you how much he wanted you. 

Jake could tell how much you enjoyed being out in the open like this. While your mouth was wrapped around him and bobbing up and down desperately, all he could focus on was how flushed your face was and how you were palming at your pussy to give yourself relief. Your eyes were rolled back, and you were taking him deeper than ever.

You were loving it. 

You desperately wanted him to finish in your mouth, but Jake felt impatient and pushed you down on the towel, and now here you were grabbing at Jake’s back as he plummeted inside you. 

“Fuck, Jakey, just like that,” you moaned as you felt him hit just the right spot within your walls. Your skin felt so cold, but his cock felt so warm inside you. The contrast was making you feel lightheaded.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he groaned from above as he split you open with his cock. Everything felt so heightened. You weren’t particularly a risk-taker when it came to sex, but Jake loved the exhilaration of moments like these.

He still remembers the time he fucked you at a sleepover at Sunghoon’s place, with Heeseung mere inches away from you two sleeping. He never decided to tell you that Heeseung heard every moment of it, to protect your sensitive heart. 

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet,” he said breathily. “You love it, don’t you? You always act like such an innocent girl, but I know how much it turns you on to think of someone catching us like this, isn’t that right?” 

sunghoon — tidal wave (single)

if you don't wanna break his heart, girl, where the fuck is he, then? [...] and i say fuck the rules and let 'em find out but that's just how i'm feelin'

You could feel his breath on your forehead; even though you tried to avoid it, his gaze bore you. He hated when you didn’t look back at him when he was fucking you. He roughly grabbed a handful of your thighs and slammed himself inside you, making you roll your eyes back into your head.

“Hoonie...” you moaned. Your pussy was starting to feel sensitive, and you knew you were close. Sunghoon sucked on his teeth and cupped your chin to make you look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he whispered. “Either that or I’m not letting you finish. Understand?” 

You nodded weakly in response, but God did it hurt to look into his eyes. It made this all feel too real. When his eyes were on you like this, it was a reminder that you could never escape him, no matter how hard you tried.

You always loved him, but God did he hate you. At least that’s what it felt like.

Why else would he hurt you like this? Why else would he tell you he wasn’t ready for a relationship and break your heart repeatedly, just to come crawling back when you finally found someone who loved you back? He wanted you to belong to him, but he could never bring himself to be yours.

But did it really matter how much he hurt you when you always ended up like this? With your legs spread out, your cunt stuffed with his cock, and him plummeting into you so deeply it made you see stars.

He was ruining your life, but you were the pathetic one for letting it happen.

“Did you really think he could replace me?” he said cockily. You hated that question because the obvious answer was no. Jisung was perfect, and you were fucked in the head because even that was never enough for you.

Sunghoon was your dirty little secret. He was an addiction that was slowly killing you.

“Fuck you,” you spat. “Why would I want someone to replace you when you’re such an asshole? Jisung treats me like a princess.” 

You used all your strength to muster up those words coherently, as it was becoming harder to think with the thrusts of his hips intensifying. You could see the sweat dripping down his chest. 

He reached his hand down, and you yelped as you felt his cold finger pads pinch your clit, sending an electric shock up your spine. You loved how good he made you feel. Nothing could ever compare to how well he knew your body.

“You don’t want to be treated like a princess, though, isn’t that right? Deep down, you know you’re a whore, and you deserved to be punished like one.” His words were rough, but all too true. 

Tears started welling in your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overstimulated you were becoming or because his words were hitting too close to home. 

“Tell me this, Y/N. If he’s so fucking perfect, where exactly is he? Huh?” He loved fucking with your head. He was the one who pleaded with you to get in bed with him, and now he was punishing you for it.

[misswynters]

short drabble

Ekko and heimerdinger are being nerdy while you sleep

requested. by anon

There was always a soft hum of machinery that filled the air in Heimerdinger’s workshop. And with that accompanied by the occasional clink of tools and the professor’s enthusiastic ramblings. The workshop had an oddly calming atmosphere, a mix of glowing gadgets, bubbling contraptions, and the gentle warmth of lamp-lit light. It was perfect for dozing off, especially after a long day of following Ekko around Zaun.

You were sprawled out on the old, lumpy couch tucked in a corner of the workshop, your head cushioned by one of Ekko’s jackets that you’d claimed for yourself. Curled up against your side was your pet, a small, scrappy Zaunite fox. Its fur was a mix of gray and russet, with glowing green streaks running along its ears and tail. Ekko had found it injured near one of the Sump scrapers, and after some patching up, it had attached itself to you like glue.

Ekko called it “Scraps” (because of course he would), and Scraps was now peacefully snoozing, just like you.

Across the room, Ekko and Heimerdinger were huddled around one of the professor’s latest inventions, discussing something that involved words you didn’t fully understand.

“…but if you accelerate the core’s energy output without stabilizing the oscillation, it’ll implode,” Ekko said, gesturing animatedly at the device.

Heimerdinger adjusted his tiny glasses, nodding. “Precisely! Which is why you must ensure the harmonic calibrations are synced—ah, but don’t forget to account for temporal distortions.”

As the professor continued explaining, Ekko’s focus wavered. His gaze drifted toward the couch where you were sleeping, your form softly rising and falling with each breath. Scraps twitched its glowing tail but stayed nestled close to you.

A small smile crept onto Ekko’s face. You looked so peaceful, completely at odds with the chaos that usually surrounded you both in Zaun. Your hand was loosely tangled in Scraps’ fur, your other arm tucked under your cheek.

He didn’t notice the professor had stopped talking until Heimerdinger’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Ah, young love,” Heimerdinger said, his tone tinged with teasing amusement.

Ekko snapped his head back toward him, blinking. “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

Heimerdinger chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. “There’s no use denying it, dear boy. The way you’re looking at them, it’s rather endearing, really.”

Ekko’s ears burned. “I wasn’t—I mean, I was just—” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re asleep, alright? That’s all.”

Heimerdinger hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Still, allow me to impart some wisdom, as one who has witnessed countless romances blossom and wither over the centuries.”

“Oh no,” Ekko muttered, groaning.

Ignoring him, Heimerdinger continued, his voice taking on the tone of a well-meaning but meddling elder. “When courting a significant other, one must always show respect, patience, and attentiveness. Flowers are an excellent gesture, but so is active listening. Communication, you see, is the foundation of—”

“Professor,” Ekko interrupted, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand. We’re not—”

“Young people these days,” Heimerdinger said with a dramatic shake of his head, cutting him off. “Always so quick to dismiss advice. But mark my words: treat them well, or you’ll regret it!”

Before Ekko could retort, Scraps stirred, lifting its head with a sleepy yawn. The movement must’ve disturbed you because you shifted slightly, blinking groggily as the sound of their voices filtered through your half asleep haze.

“Mm… what’s going on?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Scraps hopped off the couch and stretched before circling back to your lap.

Ekko winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Firefly,” he said softly, using the nickname he’d given you. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Firefly—because you were always a little light in Zaun’s darkness, buzzing around him with endless energy.

You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “It’s fine,” you murmured, scratching Scraps behind the ears. “What were you guys talking about?”

Heimerdinger perked up. “Oh, nothing of consequence!” he said cheerfully, though his smirk told a different story. “Merely enlightening young Ekko on the art of courtship.”

You blinked, then glanced at Ekko, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “Courtship?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t start,” Ekko muttered, shooting Heimerdinger a look.

The professor chuckled, his ears twitching. “Ah, youth. So easily embarrassed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Ekko’s expression, your earlier grogginess fading. “Well, did you learn anything useful?” you teased.

Ekko rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

He reached out, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand back. “For real, though. Sorry we woke you up. Want me to walk you home?”

You shook your head, leaning back against the couch. “Nah, I’m good here. I like listening to you two talk.”

Heimerdinger beamed. “A kindred spirit indeed! Intellectual discourse is a joy to behold, is it not?”

Ekko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And now you’ve encouraged him. Great.”

You just laughed again, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around you. Scraps let out a contented sigh, curling up in your lap, and Ekko plopped down on the couch beside you. His hand found yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, his usual ease returning.

The three of you stayed in the workshop, for endless hours as the two nerds worked on their projects. Whereas you cheered them on at the sidelines with cute ol’ Scraps to keep you company. Especially when they would talk about all the science lingo that you did not understand. Even though ekko would sometimes explain it in more simpler terms. It didn’t quite go through your head. Needlessly to say you enjoyed the days you would spend at the workshop.

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[pupkashi]

a/n: it’s 4 am and i miss gojo,, there is no rhyme or reason to his drabble, just vibes and yearning

masterlist

thinking abt laying in bed talking with gojo even though the two of you are beyond exhausted unbeknownst to the other.

your head is resting on his chest, your hands playing with his as you both giggle about something stupid. the moonlight is leaking through the blinds and the rain is loud enough to be heard easily.

satoru doesn’t care about how exhausted his body feels and how his eyelids have been drooping for the past ten minutes. he wants to spend all the time in the world with you, no matter how tired he was.

but even the strongest succumbs to sleep, and despite his best efforts he’s dozed off in the minute of silence that engulf the two of you.

“toru?” your voice is soft, and at the lack of a reply you can’t help but smile. there’s always a part of you the is relieved when satoru sleeps. finding comfort in the fact that your lover can finally rest, free of all problems from his life as he lays in bed with you. his white lashes kiss his cheeks, pink lips parted slightly.

“g’night angel boy” you whisper, moving softly and closing your burning eyes. truth is you were beyond exhausted, but you’d be damned if you didn’t stay up talking to satoru on the rare nights he was home early. you’d never tell him though, knowing he’d try and get you to sleep hours before he’d be able to.

it was something the two of you always kept from each other, telling the other a white lie on how much energy you still had. continuing the night with ‘I’m not even sleepy yet’ or urging the other to put another movie or episode on, the night is young!

there was an inkling on either end that the other was lying, but neither of you voice your suspicions. instead the two of you would cuddle up, talking to each other until one of you inevitably fell asleep first.

(satoru always likes to think he’s better at staying up than you, but he seems to always be the one to fall asleep first. he blames your comforting aura and nectarine voice.)

[peppertoastuniverse]

pep reads: fluffiest fluff edition

I've just been CONSUMING so many jjk fanfics... here are the softest fluffiest fic recommendations since I think we all need it right now. This list is in no particular order – there's so many talented writers out there! These ones just made me MELT extra hard. Mostly no smut, I just needed to be held.

gojo satoru

☆ only you by Kaiseriin [A03: mini series] [status: unknown] [Cursed speech!reader] Other than Gojo, not many people understand the sign language you use to communicate as a cursed speech user. When some students from Kyoto arrive, one tries to learn so he can get closer to you.

☆ summer skies, winter lies by miyaspudding [A03: long fic!][status: ongoing]

"how cruel was fate? how much had he sinned in his past life, for the woman he loved to belong to his best friend? how little did god love him?"

in which gojo satoru learns that emotions are not weaknesses but consolations; and geto suguru realizes that he's always been a little too late for everything. because the furthest distance is an inch away, and the furthest thing from truth is "just friends".

☆best of luck. by reinerispretty [A03: one shot! part of a mini series] [status: unknown] In which Gojo Satoru shows up unannounced, twice.

☆Ah, you were both equally idiotic by Hiroka [A03: mini series] [status: unknown]

4 times others realized something was going on between Gojo and you, and 0 times you both realized it.

[Oneshots from the Old Beats Cinematic Universe]

☆ For A God, Shopping Is a New Adventure by Bun_sun [AO3] [status: on going!] [Baker!reader]

“Would you like anything else?” “Actually, yeah.” He flashes you a grin that only promises trouble, pushing his sunglasses down with a way too exaggerated flirty expression. “Can I get your number too?” “Haha, really funny Gojo. Now, I have more clients so...” But he's already getting his phone out, as if he hasn't listened to a single word you've said. “...Oh, you're for real.” ~ ~ ~ ~ Reader owns a small cafe with their own baked goods. Gojo comes in one day, and absolutely falls in love with their pastries (and with them).

☆ I Want to Kiss You / キスしたい by arminsumi [A03][status: unknown]

You and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.

You've come to visit Japan to meet these two boys you met online. Though Satoru can't speak English and you can't speak Japanese, the two of you still fall in love. There's seems to be romantic tension between you and Suguru, too.

geto suguru

it's so hard to find suguru fics without him being used as a plot device for gojo

☆ gentle glow / deep thought by waffiez [AO3: one shot] [status: completed] "I thought about you, you know." Despite the softness of his voice, it cut through the otherwise silent atmosphere profoundly and made your heart skip a beat. "Is that so?" "It is." ☆☆☆ in which you awake to your best friend suguru asleep at the edge of your bed, having returned from a lengthy mission and only really wanting to see you.

☆ unnamed drabble by @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat [tumblr: drabble] [status: completed]

comfy fluff w sleepy needy sugu <33)

☆ Wash It Away by @shadowsandshapes [A03/tumblr: drabble][status: completed]

Sometimes you forget Geto is just a guy. But then he shows a sense of vulnerability that surprises you. After a particularly emotionally draining battle, you run him a warm bath and take care of his aches. ☆ Wisteria and Ciabatta by @hayakawalove [A03/tumblr: mini fic!][status: completed, chapter 2 has smut!]

Traveling merchant Suguru has led a relatively tame life thus far. Growing his flowers, baking his bread. One day, when he ventures out further than normal he comes across something more beautiful than all the flowers in the world. You. ☆ the paint doesn't move the way the light reflects by @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat [tumblr: long oneshot!] [status: completed]

bonus!

☆ Digest Your Feelings (DYF) – First Years! by @whalesforhands [A03/tumblr: part of a longer series of fics] [status: completed] new classmates, new life, new friends(?). a look into the life of the dyf au characters in their first year.

[kazuhaiku]

falling asleep on his shoulders

summary: wind breaker characters react to you falling asleep on their shoulder.

warnings: fem!reader, sakura, suo, umemiya, togame x reader (separate), fluff, inspired by multiple other fics about other anime characters reaction to you falling asleep on their shoulder :)

notes: silly little headcanon drabble :3 im hyperfixating on wind breaker someone save me + im gonna write a scara fic next trust

sakura

sakura freezes when your head hits his shoulder as you are dining in kotoha's restaurant. the toll of assignments, tests, and homework has catch up to you, which lead to you falling asleep in the middle of kotoha and sakura's talk. his face burns, unwilling to look at kotoha or even you who is fast asleep.

how is she asleep on my shoulder? what do i do? do i move? do i stay still? do i wake her up? do i-

"sakura, don't you dare wake her up." kotoha says just as sakura's hand was about to touch you.

sakura flinches. "i-i'm not-!" kotoha throws a towel at his face. "what was that for?!"

"shut up! you'll wake her up!" kotoha exclaims.

"she's a deep sleeper," sakura mumbles, looking away. "she's not going to wake up because of some stupid noise. she can sleep through anything."

"oh," kotoha pauses, then a smirk appears on her face. "eh? how do you know all that? have you spent the night at her house before? or vice versa? sakura you sly boy."

"shut up!" it's true, despite sakura yelling, you aren't waking up and kotoha can only wonder if you're actually asleep or you're pretending just to see how sakura reacts (maybe it's both but who knows?).

suo

riding the train back home has always been the usual schedule for you. however, riding the train back home with suo is a new thing. ever since you got together, suo insisted on accompanying you back home despite your house being far away from his.

you're still fifteen minutes away from your stop, so you decide to close your eyes and by the time you know it, you fell asleep.

suo doesn't flinch when he feels your head on his shoulder. he can see how sleepy you are when you sat down on the train. he smiles fondly, hearing your little snores as sleep peacefully.

suo carefully takes his jacket from the seat next to him and gently place it over you, acting as a blanket. he adjusts your head as to not strain your neck.

he doesn't wake you up until your stop, gently shaking you to wake you up. "y/n, come on it's our stop."

he ends up staying the night, unable to catch the last train since he was too busy eating dinner with you (well, that might have been his plan all along).

umemiya

umemiya loves bombarding you with little fun facts about his beloved plants. he loves it even more when he's talking with you on the rooftop of furin high school as you both cuddle on one of the (uncomfortable) seats there.

today was no different. he talks about his plants like they are his children and once he's done talking about the plants, he talks about his students who he deem as his little brothers.

"and you know what? sakura is such a cool little kid! he-" umemiya pauses when he feels your head fall on his shoulder. any other people will think you are just resting on his shoulder, however, umemiya knows the difference between resting and falling asleep when it comes to you. "oh, she's asleep."

umemiya doesn't move at all. he sits perfectly still and when he feels one of his hands going numb, he moves ever so slowly to not wake you up. he grabs his phone and texts hiragi with one hand, saying that he sadly cannot attend the meeting with the grade captains this evening. he locks his phone before he can see hiragi's response and lets himself drift off to sleep with you.

togame

you love the way togame speaks to you. his deep and slow voice always calming you down in different scenarios.

after a long date with togame, he insisted on bringing you back to the shishitoren terf, to which choji has allowed you to come in and out as you please (nobody has dared to touch you anyway, afraid that togame will quite literally beat their ass).

the rundown theatre is now your second home. although it is a bit dirty and an unsuitable environment for you to live in, you find it comfortable and quite safe (maybe because togame is beside you).

tonight, choji had something important to say to every member of shishitoren, togame had told you beforehand.

as you hear choji speak, your eyes slowly droop, but you force yourself to stay awake, just for the sake of togame.

"you can sleep." togame's voice sends shivers down your spine as he whispers in your ear. "'s okay. i know you're tired."

"really?" you yawn and making yourself comfortable on his shoulder. "thanks, jo. wake me up when the meeting's over, yeah?" you hear him hum in reply and you immediately fall asleep.

togame smiles fondly seeing your peaceful face asleep (the other members of shishitoren could only gape in awe seeing their vice captain with the softest and gentlest smile on his face for the first time).

[figthoughts]

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dean winchester [ supernatural ]

— one shots

⭑ dean winchester and his sweet little angel gf 18+

⭑ dean being a sub with his gf for the first time 18+

⭑ dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room 18+

⭑ sleepy motel mornings with dean

⭑ sub!dean needing to taste your pussy 18+

— drabbles

⭑ opposites attract 18+

⭑ deepthroating dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester finding out you got a new tattoo 18+

⭑ dean winchester kink headcanons 18+

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ random dean and sam headcanons

⭑ dean winchester finding out his gf wears glasses

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader headcanons

soldier boy [ the boys ]

— one shots

⭑ combat knife 18+

⭑ soldier boy can’t keep his hands out of your pants 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding your onlyfans 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “you like fuckin’ a supe?” 18+

⭑ just more one 18+

⭑ soldier boy taking your virginity 18+

⭑ soldier boy’s birthday 18+

⭑ “say it, baby. words.” 18+

⭑ soldier boy x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding out his gf wears glasses 18+

alec mcdowell [ dark angel ]

— one shots

⭑ heat 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “fuck me like you hate me” 18+

other

— one shots

⭑ sam winchester aftercare 18+

⭑ helping beau arlen relax after a stressful day at work 18+

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[thesweetestofdreams]

black cat confessions

poly!marauders x reader

warnings: patching up bruised knuckles very pg allusions to violence

a/n Times are tough so please enjoy a sleepy drabble with a slightly whimsical reader who will always defend her boyfriends

“Hello gorgeous, where’ve you been?” James asked as you came into the boys’ dorm. It wasn’t like you to be so late, unless of course a portrait got to talking. You could never turn down a good story, no matter how many times you heard it. 

“Detention,” you said. This garnered the attention of all three of your boyfriends. Remus set down his book, he had been trying to read instead of worrying about you, and Sirius ceased spinning his wand in his hand. James sat up from where he was laying on his bed. Oblivious to their shock you dropped your bag onto the floor.

“Detention?” James asked at the same time Sirius said “You’re joking.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding almost as confused as they were. 

“May we ask why?” said Remus abandoning his book. 

“Well Barty said that black cats were bad luck, which is rather rude.” You fell onto Remus’s unmade bed, arms flopping on either side of you. 

“And how did that turn into detention for you?” Sirius asked as patient as could be, a trait reserved almost especially for you.

You rolled onto your stomach yawning as you rested your chin on your hand. “I told him that was hardly true but he wouldn’t give it up.” You were interrupted with another yawn. “Then he said the worst bad luck was black dogs. You could never be bad luck, Siri.”

Sirius could pretty much feel himself melting. James, as endearing as you were, was practically on the edge of his seat ready to find out what on earth their sweet girl could do to warrant detention. Remus was getting tired just looking at you and he had to fight the urge to join you where you lay.

“Well then he started talking about werewolves and of course he had nothing nice to say and he was looking right at me, so I punched him.” Just like before you were completely oblivious to the shock your statement caused. 

“You punched him?” Remus asked, and despite your tired eyes being closed you could hear the smile in his voice. The boys shared a conspiratorially prideful look. 

“He wasn’t mad. I think he thought it was funny.” 

“Sounds like he had it coming,” Sirius said, fully in agreement. 

“Professor Slughorn was mad though,” you mused.

“Merlin, what I would have given to see his face.” James laughed at just the thought. 

“I bet he went red head to toe,” Sirius added. You smiled in tired amusement. The sound of their laughs made your chest buzz, warm and full. 

“Punching people hurts,” you said looking down at your hand.

The energy of the room shifted as the amusement died down. Remus was already making his way to you, pulling your hand into his lap as he sat on the bed next to you. You didn’t fight him. He tsked at the sight of your knuckles and your fingers were dry and cracked. He turned them over in his hands ever so gently. 

“Slughorn made me wash all of the potion bottles,” you offered in explanation.

James wordlessly pulled a small first aid kit from Remus’s nightstand, while Sirius grabbed a set of pajamas they kept for you. Caring for eachother was a well practiced routine. It was an achingly good feeling to be taken care of. 

Remus spread dittany over your knuckles and any deep cracks, careful never to press too hard. James pulled off your shoes, and Sirius turned down the lights grumbling softly to himself when James reminded him of an early morning quidditch match. 

“You can sleep with me then,” Remus whispered loudly, teasing as he softly wrapped a bandage over your knuckles.

“Now this is just torturous,” Sirius groaned from his bed. James threw a pillow at him across the room. “I’m keeping this.” 

After some coaxing from Remus, you summoned enough willpower to stand and change into your pajamas. From across the room, you saw James dive into bed with Sirius who held the pillow above his head. James pinched at Sirius's waist earning a withering look from him that quickly dissolved into lazy smiling kisses. 

Finally you were lying in bed with your head on Remus’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat thump beneath you, the steady rhythm and warmth lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby. You weren’t helped by the slow circles he drew into your back. 

“Thanks for defending me, brave girl,” Remus said into your hair. 

Fighting a yawn you said, “you would have done the same for me.”

He would have done worse for you, and he would spend the rest of everyday grateful for the love he’s found.