#specific spot to sit in then he'll usually just lay there and not be as antsy. Though still has to be constantly supervised. if I look away

[icewindandboringhorror]

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sunrise and sunset , nanami kento

x fem!clingy!reader ! nanami calls the reader "love" and "darling". the reader cuddles with nanami!!! the reader also loses sleep because of his love because thats cute.

author's note: nanami is so yellow but there's no option for it so he has to be orange </3 tell me why i was actually swooning while i was thinking about these scenarios in my head? especially the second one???? i think everybody agrees that nanami is a listener 100%

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sunrise.

nanami always wakes up before you. he used to get up as soon as his eyes opened, but nowadays, he has a little something holding him down.

it seems like you never fall asleep on your side. that's partly his fault, since he's always beckoning you to come closer to him. but even then, in the morning, he feels himself teetering off the edge of the bed, with two arms wrapped around his neck, and his now asleep arm still wrapped around your waist. slightly dangerous for him, but as long as you feel comfortable, then nothing else matters. seeing your pretty face first thing every day was a blessing.

"kento..." there it is. your tiny mumbles of you waking up.

nanami's lips immediately curl upwards at the sound of your voice. as gently as he can, he sits up more against the headboard, keeping your head laid on his chest. "i hear you." he responds.

the bedroom is quiet and tranquil. he specifically bought black out curtains for your sake, but considering the price, they really weren't doing the best job. mornings in summer were relentless, taking into the account how early the sun rises, and it would wake you up in the middle of your sleep with how bright it was outside. no worries though, since he has plans to replace them very soon.

you mumble again, lips grazing against his shirt. "why aren't you up yet?"

"i don't have work today." obviously a lie. you may be a bit dumb, but you're well aware it's a weekday today, and nanami isn't the best liar.

you lift your head, gaze shooting up to meet with his. "yes, you do! it's a wednesday." you whisper-yell. "you should be up 'nd getting ready..."

"my day doesn't start until yours does." you feel his hand on top of your head, coaxing you to lay it back down. "if i'm late for work, that's fine. you're more important to me." his touch moves up to your upper arm, and his thumb rubs in lazy circles. "go back to sleep, love. you're tired."

"you're too sappy 'n sweet... gonna make me swoon every time you open your mouth, i swear." you grumble.

"then i'll catch you every time."

"stop!"

sunset.

nanami always reads a book before bed. it's usually historical genres, he's not a big fan of sci-fi or comedy. but sometimes, he'll let himself indulge in the odd romance book here and there. why? they're your favourite genre, the books you read. he memorises each different author that he spots you reading, often gifting you another one of their works if he knows you're not having a good day.

finally, you emerge from the bathroom door, a few folded clothes ready to be put away in the laundry hamper. when you turn to him, you watch his eyes intently as they follow the words on the pages. "that's..?"

"i saw you enjoying it this afternoon." he flips a page. you move closer to the bed, crawling on top of the mattress and inviting yourself into the blankets. "you looked particularly thrilled during it. what do you like about this story?"

you pause, thinking over the entire plot. "it reminds me of us."

nanami can only smile, and he doesn't miss the one on your face. closing the book, he places it on the bedside table, and scoops his other arm underneath you. naturally, you rest your head on his shoulder, and hook one of your legs over his. the small distance between the two of you felt that much more intimate that you felt the need to lower your voice. "are you going to sleep?"

"no." the hand wrapped around your waist moves up to your head, just placing it on top of your scalp. "i want you to talk. you seem eager to talk about it."

you giggle inwardly, snuggling impossibly closer to him. "i'm so in love with you." you whisper.

"i love you too, darling. more than words can express." he whispers back.

no wonder you always wake up so late. it's because nanami always has your heart beating too fast before you go to sleep.

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[pilfappreciator]

I just saw your request guidelines! how about a John Dory x gn!reader that babies him? he's all abt being the leader and bossy and such, it would be cute when he turns soft and lets the reader baby him.

Ah yes, love me some middle-aged dumb jock "all about that van life" squating in the woods and interrupting strangers weddings for no reason ex-boyband member fluff 😘

John Dory x Reader: his ass needs pampering

Includes: GN! Reader, touch-starved John Dory, mentions of prolonged isolation, slight angst

🥽 It'll take some time (and lots of persuasion on your end) before John Dory even CONSIDERS the idea of letting someone else take the reigns

🥽 He was forced to grow up pretty quick when he was younger. He was the oldest of five and it didn't seem like any of them had parents to fall back during their childhood. Sure, there was Grandma Rosiepuff but it wasn't quite the same... and after Brozone started to take off in popularity, John Dory felt it was his time to step up as a leader

🥽 Obviously, having that kind of pressure on your shoulders while growing up in the public eye doesn't bode well for someone's self-worth

🥽 I feel like John Dory found comfort in being in charge tho?? Like he likes when things go his way so he definitely appreciated the feeling of control lol

🥽 BUT LIKE I SAID, this man CAN be talked into taking the backseat for once!!

🥽 Start out small. Maybe do little favors for him, like grabbing him a tool or item he needs before he goes for it himself, or holding doors open so he can walk through, or using your thumb to wipe some crumbs or sauce off his face (this guys a messy eater, don't even ATTEMPT to convince me otherwise)

🥽 Tbh he probably won't even notice what you're doing at first. He'll just be like "aw thanks babe :]" and move his ass right along

🥽 He'll only start taking the hint once you start escalating those favors. Next thing he knows you're offering to drive Rhonda so he can relax, or making his meals for him, or offering massages

🥽 I mean... he might not refuse that last one but that's besides the point shahlskdja

🥽 It's only when you start taking on some of his chores and usual manual labor that he starts speaking up

🥽 "Look, babe, I appreciate what you're tryin' to do but it's fine! I've got this!"

"No, it's cool, I'll do it."

"Seriously, you don't have to."

"I know! But I want to."

"Really, your boy's got thi---"

"You sit your ass down and enjoy that sandwich I made you, John Dory."

"Okay o_o"

🥽 Yeahhhh you're definitely gonna have to be firm with this man if you actually want him to relax. Maybe make his ass do a puzzle or something askjdhas

🥽 I mean it's not like you're taking away his whole sense of agency or anything. He still has the freedom to go and do as he pleases, it's just that now he's got you looking over his shoulder, ready to jump in once he so much as STARTS overworking himself. It's gonna take him some time to get used to being doted on. Fully expect some pouty looks being thrown your way and to hear him grumbling under his breath

🥽 BUT THEN YOU START ESCALATING EVEN FURTHER?? Suddenly you're buying/making him things he needs, like new tools or equipment??? Maybe you two are out on the town one day and you spot him eyeing something through the window of one of the shops, and a few days later—

🥽 "WHOA!! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?!"

"Oh, I just saw it the other day and thought of you! :D"

"...Babe, that's a grappling hook."

"Did I stutter?"

🥽 John Dory starts coming around to the idea of being spoiled after that lol

🥽 I'm like 99% sure everyone in the fandom agrees that this man? This guy who's been living all alone in the wilderness and probably eating insects for nutrients for like 20 years??

🥽 TOUCH-STARVED AS HELL

🥽 I mean he was already pretty touchy-feely BEFORE you started pampering him... but then you start giving him more massages (specifically back/shoulder/foot rubs)... and getting him to lay his head on your stomach/lap after a long day... and running your fingers across his scalp all the while...

🥽 Better have a mop and bucket on standby cuz if this man melts any further, he'll be a puddle ;))

🥽 Definitely starts to seek you out after he's had a bad day/been in his head too long. Lay some kisses on his forehead pretty pls <33

🥽 WORDS OF AFFIRMATION!! DROP SOME PRAISE AND COMPIMENTS ON THIS GUY!!! I mean he probably got plenty of that during his Brozone days but most of them were aimed at his looks/music

🥽 I mean he's definitely not gonna complain if you call him a hunk but I digress

Not even gonna lie to yall... When the first teaser for the movie dropped I was like "Hmm... idk if the movie's gonna as good as the last one but at least Branch's long lost brother is hot"

ALKSHDJLKJAKSD IM SORRY BUT WHY DID THEY MAKE ALL THE CHARACTERS HOT WHAT THE FUCK

[puppyboymikeyway]

fuck all of you but i am a firm believer in autistic kobra kid

bad with facial expressions; the girl thinks its weird he never smiles and sometimes asks jet if kobra's a robot

def some tramua sprinkled in here and there(mostly from BL/Ind) and has no way of coping with it

has no knowledge on how to show affection aside from biting and giftgiving random things(especially to the girl). its usually just random things, like pretty rocks he finds out in the zones

totally has meltdowns over little things. do not breathe too loud next to him or he'll totally snap at you

hyperfixates on random little things every now and then, like painting. i 100% believe that kobra would be the one who decorated the trans am and not poison

cannot keep eye contact for the life of him. solution? sunglasses

disappears a lot. mostly to get away from the group when they start getting rowdy. hes just too sensitive

always has some sort of fidget on him. prolly a really smooth rock he found out in the desert or a dried up pen that he can click

does not know how to communicate feelings in any way toward the rest of the group. everything just gets pent up until his next meltdown and he snaps at everyone

def just stares off into space, daydreaming of some fantasy land where everything goes correctly

does not like getting touched unless its from the girl. maybe an occasional hug from poison, but other than that, nobody touches kobra

does not know what sitting still is. hes always twitching or moving. if he finally sits down for two seconds, which is unlikely, hes sitting on a table, counter, or laying on the floor. there are no chairs to kobra

the radio is specifically kobras and kobras only. he listens to music every chance he gets and gets fussy if someone tries changing it or turning it off. this is one of the very few forms of coping he has left

is easily the quiet one bcs he doesnt know how to voice his opinion correctly. it usually comes out with a weird tone that sounds to aggressive or smt. but poison, jet, and ghoul know thats just him and tell him its okay every time it happens

absolutely hates the sound of the blasters. specifically why he always has his helmet on. its a nice sensory adjuster for him. its padded in the right spots to dim the sound and its not uncomfortable

gets overstimulated easily - relating back to the meltdowns - meltdowns are frequent with kobra as nothing goes according to his own plan

he hates going out in the zones without any forewarning

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys + Star

Dating Headcanons

💋 David 💋

As a people watcher, his partner is never too far away from his sight.

While he has a reputation to keep in public on the boardwalk, he's very affectionate when you're alone.

Is in denial about being touch starved.

He loves hugs, even if you have to initiate them most of the time.

When chilling in the cave, wherever he's sitting, he insists you sit right on his lap so he can wrap his arms around your waist.

While you are in public together though, he likes to hold your hand.

He's not very good at it, but he will happily oblige to giving you massages if you ask nicely.

If you didn't have earrings before, he'd offer to pierce them for you.

One word. Blindfolds.

The quickest way to turn David on is tell him you want to lay blind on the bed completely at his mercy.

He's got a lace kink.

That new lingerie you bought. He'll compose himself while you're showing it off, but you won't be wearing it long.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Quickest way into his heart is through Laddie.

He'll watch with a huge smile on his face as you play games and buy carnival snacks with Laddie.

He's the piggy back king. He doesn't need an excuse to carry his partner around on his back.

He'll also carry you upright sitting on his shoulders when you're feeling ambitious.

It always works cause he's a thigh man. Sometimes you convince him to carry you with Laddie sitting on your shoulders like a totem pole when your out on the boardwalk.

He's not one to engage in conversations first, but he's a great listener.

There isn't a single word that comes out of your mouth that he isn't noting down in his memory. Make an off comment about a thing you like, he'll gift it to you. Complain about a minor inconvenience, he'll fix it. Mention you've always wanted to try something in passing, it's your next date night.

Loves it when you play with his hair. He'll purposely sit in front of you in hopes you'll just absent mindedly start running your fingers through it. All you have to do is pat your lap, and he'll lay his head in it for hair play.

Will go feral if he sees you in thigh highs. Doesn't matter if they're lace, fish nets, or cotton socks it drives him nuts. You wear them specifically to get him hot and it works every single time.

While he's the more dominant one in the bedroom, he loves it when you're on top.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Music lover

Will make his partner mix tapes.

Can play the guitar and loves to sing to you.

If you also play an instrument, he will wanna jam with you.

Most handsy, so expect a lot of PDA

When walking, he's the boyfriend with his arm around his partner's shoulders at all times.

When you're on the boardwalk together, he likes to stand behind you with his arms around you. Pulling your back against his chest as close as he can. He'll hold your hands from behind, usually with your arms crossed, sway in place, and place kisses to your forehead and cheeks. There's no doubt to anyone watching that you are his.

Picks all the best movies to watch, just ends up making out with you throughout the whole thing anyway.

Leather kink.

His favorite place to focus on is your midriff. He'll stroke, kiss, and nibble every spot while enjoying you wriggling under him. Bonus points if your ticklish.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Animal lover

Will convince you to take every animal you like home only for one of the boys to tell you to take it back. Star will let you keep them though.

Guard dog energy

Will pick fights with anyone for your honor, whether you need it or not.

He's an artist. Can paint, wood carve, and sow. Once you join the boys and become a vamp, the jacket they gift you was sewn by him.

Loves styling your hair. Doesn't matter what you ask him. Dye it? He'll do it. Cut it, absolutely. Just brush it, he'll get every tangle out.

He'll do your makeup for you too.

Will paint on your naked body. It's not even a sex thing, he just likes the challenge of trying to paint on you while squirming. (Although it's incredibly arousing to him too)

Even though the vamps sleep upside down, Marko will take naps with his head tucked snuggling in your chest. It's not only cause he's a breast man, but he loves hearing the beat of your heart. It makes it even better when the rhythm speeds up when he mumbles affirmations of love to you.

He loves you in baggy clothing, especially if it's his clothing. The hottest look for him is to have you walk around in an old baggy jacket with nothing underneath.

✨️ Star ✨️

Occult af. Will do tarot card readings.

Like David, she's a people watcher but when dating her attention is only on you.

She watches you like you're the only person in the world.

Cuddle bug!

Loves to walk around with her arm hooked around yours.

She's truly the rock everyone needs. Ready to give out the best comfort when you're feeling sad.

Borrows your clothes; especially coats, jackets, and baggy hoodies.

Will wear anything that smells like you.

Calls you pet names in Spanish.

Doesn't wear nail polish, but she'll paint yours.

Will make the two of you matching jewelry to wear.

Won't ever admit it to the others, but she loves marking her partner in hickeys. Any spot of exposed skin is free real estate when you're kissing to suck a bruise into.

Will use candle wax when intimate.

Finally got around to making a headcanon list for the lost boys! Please let me know if you got any more ideas you think I missed or just tell me your thoughts on what I came up with.

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "If ya get the time for it, I really wanna see some pet play stuff with the SDJ boys. More specifically, with us being the pet and the guys being the masters.

(Also, due to Nick's profession, I feel like he'd be WAY better at this than anyone lol)"

Content: petplay, tail plugs, gags,

Jack:

He doesn't have an animal preference, but he will default to you being a dog if it's left up to him

He wants you done up all cute, with ears and a tail plug and everything! He wants the fur to match your hair colour as well, so you look like a proper little puppy for him

He'll have you sit by his feet with your head in his lap, petting you slowly while he tells you all the dirty things he wants to do to you

He'll ramp it up slowly, first a collar and a bone gag, then telling you to fetch things or lay down or roll over, and finally fucking you doggy style as he pulls your tail to hear you howl for him

You'd better not be planning to say a word to him all night. Good puppies don't talk, after all! He'll only respond to barking~

Ian:

Doesn't matter what animal you are, he's treating you like you're the softest and most delicate thing in the world

He won't even think to collar you unless you ask. But he'll spend plenty on high quality ears and a tail for you! Even some cute little paw gloves and socks if you want

If you do want a collar, it'll end up being soft and comfortable and have a little tag with his name on it

Honestly, as much as he'll get horny and fuck you when you're in pet mode, he'll always want to start with cuddles and snuggles. He just wants a loving pet!

He usually goes into it intending for it to be nonsexual petplay, but his dick gets the better of him every time

Shaun:

Please be a cat please be a cat please be a cat! He'll accept any animal, but god does he want you to be a cat

If you're going into pet play with him, you'd best be ready for him to go all the way. A leather animal mask, leather mitts, tying your ankles to your thighs. You'll be on all fours the whole night

Look, he'll go soft petplay if you ask him to, but for him the appeal is making you as animalistic as possible

He'll have you eat from his hand. He'll talk to you like you're really just a pet. He'll show you how to go down on him or get ready for him to fuck you like it's your first time

He gets fully into the role of being your owner. You're his pet, and he'll love you and use you as he sees fit

Nick:

He's pretty experienced with petplay, and he doesn't really have an animal preference, though he likes rarer ones

He's all about the experience. Both making it a good one for both of you, and making it an interesting one for himself. He likes trying new things, so ask him for whatever you want

Everything takes a lot of negotiation with him. It's one of his favourite parts of sex! So be prepared to tell him what you want

You want a collar? He's got it! Ears and a tail? Check! Leash? Absolutely! Seriously, anything you could possibly want to use, he's got about ten of for you to choose from

Once you're actually in the scene, he's fully into the role of your owner and you as his pet

Joseph:

Joseph has a soft spot for puppies. He'll do petplay with you as any animal, of course, but puppies are his choice

He likes the way you look so happy just to be with him! The way you come to him when he pats his knees and the way you wiggle on your back when he rubs your belly

Seriously, the unconditional love and joy of a pet is something he desperately needs, so he cherishes it

He'll fuck you if that's what you want, but honestly he's just as happy to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while you're in petspace. It's soothing for him

If you do want him to fuck you, he'll be gentle and slow about it, making sure his sweet pet is happy~

Jean:

He may be soft with his actual pet, but he's not gonna be soft with you, no matter what animal you are

Seriously, he takes great delight in punishing you for everything. From trying to sit on the furniture to talking back to him to anything else he deems "unacceptable for a pet"

He'll impose harsh rules on you and any slight deviance from those rules will have him spanking your ass raw

He loves to fuck you right after a punishment when you're physically and emotionally bruised and off-balance. He'll tell you what a bad pet you are while pounding into you

He lives for the psychological and physical sadism of being your owner. You'd better be prepared...

Rory:

Any sort of pet is good for him! He's not very high energy, though, so don't expect him to do much active playing

More than anything, he wants a sweet pet who'll curl up with him and shyly grind against him because they're just so needy, and he can urge them under the covers

His favourite thing is watching his sweet little pet go down on him. Something about it drives him wild

Whenever he doesn't need his hands for anything else, he'll pet you. He loves petting you and praising you and letting you know you're the best thing he could ever have!

Seriously, he's horny and sweet with you the whole time! He loves you and wants you so much

Barry:

It doesn't matter if you're into petplay or not, Barry will eventually decide to turn you into his cow

You don't have a choice in the matter. He's getting you cow print lingerie, a cow bell, some ears and a tail. If it goes far enough, he'll even end up branding you

This is happening during work hours, as well. It's your new uniform, have fun! You're now required to moo in greeting too

Seriously, he gets such a kick out of your discomfort. He'll strap you up to a milking machine, put you on display, and charge people to fuck you if he can get away with it

He might branch out to other animals, but cow is generally his go-to because it's so humiliating for most people

[chetchad]

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MDNI 18+

(Trent Lane x FEM!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 5; (pegging, mommy kink, lingerie)

WC; 1.7k

CWs; (lingerie, degrading, praise, bottom!trent, pegging, butt plugs, handjobs, mommy kink, feminization, cock and ass are referred to as clit and cunt at one point, top!reader, loosely edited)

Trent looked so pretty on his bed. Cock half mast, olive cheeks flushed a soft pink, dark locks more messy than usually. You had begged him to wear a pretty lingerie set for you.

The forest green garter belt clipped to his sheer stockings, the crotchless panties were letting one of his nuts hang freely. The color was very flattering against his soft skin. The tattoos looked like misfits compared to the pretty set.

“You look so pretty, baby.” You cooed with a gentle smile, tracing his jaw line and brushing your thumb over his soul patch.

Trent gave you a deadpan look, still exhausted from his gig last night, “...I know.”

You smirked softly, rubbing his soft bottom lip, “Atta boy.”

He scoffed softly, rolling his eyes like some rebellious teen telling his mom to shut up. But Trent still had a soft spot for his favorite girl, and if wearing a plug in his ass for a week to prepare makes her happy? He'll do it.

The plug was constantly annoying. Especially if he hit a pothole in the road and jostled the car around. He nutted in pants due to that more times then he wanted(or will ever) to admit.

He tried to keep his eyes away from the strap-on that was fastened to your bare hips. But it was hard to do while knowing that it was about to be inside of him. Just dragging along his sensitive walls while you humped him from behind. Your hips snapping against his narrow ones will probably be something he never thought he needed.

Trent knew damn well that it would feel great after the pain had settled. He had gotten curious during one of his solo sessions and wormed a finger up there.

It was definitely weird at first, but once he prodded at a specific spot, he came immediately. It made him tremble and shudder, literal tears of pleasure stinging his eyes while cum stained his hand and stomach.

The blush across his cheeks darkened when he thought about that night, but shook it off with a few blinks of his eyes. His cock slipped past the waistband of the flimsy lace, the tip oozing with his excitement.

You leaned forward, gripping his jaw and forcing his mouth open. His tongue lolled out, pink and wet from sitting in his soaked cavern while he was practically drooling. Lips wrapped around the appendage, you idly sucked on it, head bobbing so your lips touched his every time.

Trent shuddered, fingers digging into the thick comforter laid across his bed. He already thrived in the feeling of your lips on his. But sucking on his tongue was a delicacy for both of you, especially him. Feeling your sweet, pouty lips encasing his tongue made him almost finish right then and there.

“Lay on your stomach, baby.” Your voice was purred and slick with heady arousal in your tone, pulling away from his tongue with a lewd pop.

Trent hesitated, but slowly laid on his tummy, feeling vulnerable with his back free and exposed to you. He hid his flushed face in his arms, shuddering when you tugged the small thong to the side and exposed the little heart shaped jewel covering his asshole. The plug was snug in his pucker, the girly jewel of it was almost hidden in the mess of pubes that surrounded it.

Having to douche everyday was a fucking pain. He barely showers that often(much to your dismay).

With a little smirk, you slowly, agonizingly slow, pulled the plug out. The cool metal rubbing against his fleshy walls made him shudder and let out an uneasy sigh.

Trent kept his head on his shoulders, not willing to back down from a good fight. Like hell he'd pass up a good session with you. He would rather die a slow, cold death.

Once the toy was free from his loose rectum, you teased your fingertip around it, feeling it try to swallow your taunting digit.

“Wow. Didn't think a few days with a couple plugs would make you a little slut.”

Your voice was full of playful teasing, no real malicious intent behind your bit. It made Trent stiffen and narrow his eyes at the wall, “...don't start.”

He felt a shiver run down his spine when your little giggles kissed his ears, leaving little metaphoric hickeys on his inner ears. Trent won't be forgetting those pretty sounds anytime soon. He has his material for the next four months.

Leaving soft kisses down the back of his neck, you tainted the soft skin with lipgloss, leaving a tacky residue that Trent despised with a burning passion. You toyed with the soft, black spikes of his hair with your other hand, slowly sinking your finger in his welcoming heat.

His weepy cock kicked and twitched between his stomach and the soft bedding, leaving a sweet little puddle of pre that he'll probably have to clean up.

“You're doin’ so good…” you cooed in his ear, wiggling your finger around a little. Trent writhed softly, his hips gyrating against the blanket while he let out a soft puff of pleasure.

God. If you praised him like that all the time, he'd be at your feet. Kissing the ground you walk on and worshiping you like a goddess. But, that was too much work. Trent would maybe do it if you asked and persisted. Or if he finally got a decent amount of sleep.

You curled your finger, rubbing at his prostate while you left faint red marks on his neck. Trent actually whined from the feeling of your invading finger. Your huff of laughter against his ear made his cock let out a tiny trickle of salty precum drip out of his slit.

“...fuck.” Trent rasped out, feeling you sneak a second finger in him, both prodding at his sweet spot. “...do that again.”

“Hm? Speak up, baby boy.” You mocked, pulling your fingers away and grabbing the bottle of lube.

Trent grumbled in response, dick twitching with pure disappointment that you pulled away. A shiver covered his body when you poured the sticky, cold lube on his hole and gently pushed the tip of the strap-on in him.

“A-ah…!” Trent gasped softly, voice hoarse with choked back moans and whines.

“Feel good, baby? Does mommy make you feel good?” you hissed, nibbling on the shell of his ear, being careful of the piercings adorn on his ear.

Trent nodded, almost clawing at the sheets while you slowly bottomed out until your warm hips were flush against his. Holy shit. Trent felt like he was in actual heaven. The tip of it bullied against his prostate. Agonizingly pleasuring. Made tears spring in his eyes while you teasingly pulled your hips back and pushed back against him.

“...mommy…” Trent uttered, just to make you happy. He preferred to call you ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, ‘darlin’’ if he felt like touching his Texas roots.

“What was that?” you smirked, leaning back on your haunches and gripping his pretty hips.

With an eye roll, he grumbled a little louder so it would reach your ears this time. “Mommy.”

That earned him a good thrust. Making him gasp while you tugged his hips up, signaling him to go on his hands and knees. He reluctantly complied, looking all cute and embarrassed while you fucked his ass.

With rolls of your hips, Trent slowly turned into a puddle of pleasure and pure, unadulterated bliss. He groaned and sighed mostly, but you got a few moans out of him here and there. Not very often, but sometimes. You wanted more. You wanted him to whine and scream like a little whore for you.

You snaked a hand down, gripping his painfully hard cock, “Gonna rub your clit and fuck this cunt until you cum for me, baby boy.”

Trent was a little put off by the language used towards his anatomy, but not in a bad way. Just a little derailed while he got railed. A soft gasp left his kiss swollen lips when you started to stroke him with vigorous, quick movements.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby? That would be so hot.” you purred, voice thick with arousal and power hungry notes.

His olive skin was sticky with sweat, overheated by the sweet tings of pleasure around the base of his spine while his balls tightened up towards him. The combination of you stroking him off and hitting his prostate every time was working in tandem to rock him to his appending orgasm.

“F-fuck!”

The cry of Trent was very hot and sultry, his cock kicking while he spurted strands of sticky seed on the bed, waves of overwhelmingly amazing feelings of ecstasy washing over him in gallons. You helped him ride through it, gently rocking your hips and pumping his cock.

“You did so good, baby. You're amazing.” you praised softly in his ear, gently kissing his ear lobe and rubbing his hip with your thumb.

His dark fluffy hair was a mess, some of it sticking up more widely than usual, or pasted to his forehead with sweat. Once the waves of pleasure stopped, and overstimulation took over, he weakly protested the hand on his cock and the dildo in his ass.

With the message picked up, you slowly pulled away and let him collapse on the bed, belly first in the little pool of puddled cum. He twitched a little, eyes closed while he tried to catch his breath.

“...t-that was nice… I guess.” He mumbled softly, opening his eyes a little and looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“You did good. Let's get you cleaned up and dressed, okay?”

Trent could only nod while you helped him sit up against the wall and leave to get a wet cloth to clean the semen off his stomach, matting in his happy trail. A soft cringe of disgust reached his lips, knowing it would get all gross and dried in his hair if it wasn't cleaned soon.

[rxtchetprime]

i think the kids have definately witnessed one of the bots panicking or something

tw: depictions of panic attacks, pstd/trauma, implied drug use/withdrawal (synth-en), slight self harm

especially optimus and ratchet during the orion pax arc or during stronger faster.

specifically, ratchet during orion pax arc, and probably after stronger faster. optimus after orion pax.

hell, even arcee when arachnid shows up, starscreams entire vendetta with megatron, breakdown and MECH, bee and megatron, and im sure theres multiple others.

kicking my feet rn <- loves to torture his favs

when they see arcee, they try to calm her down and reassure her. they know how difficult it would be to face your enemy head on. jack stands near her, its just them now. she's on one knee, and he's rubbing her kneeplate comfortingly. he has one of her servos placed snugly on his chest. jack guides her through getting her vents straightened out. it takes a while, but it's only them now. arcee knows they're safe. they can take as long as they need.

bulkhead is a tricky one, but also a bit easier to handle than the others. miko sees him tapping his digits quickly and erratically on a nearby surface. his eyes are darting around, hes jumpier than usual. the only one who can get him out of this is usually wheeljack. miko finds him, tells him bulk's condition, and off he goes. he places a servo on bulkheads rapid digits, he asks him if he wants to go out for some air. bulkhead is larger than the other bots, but claustrophobic nontheless, especially after being trapped in a cave, the only one able to hold the roof from collasping. so the two go out, bulkhead quickly returns to normal, they stay there for a while, lobbing or talking.

bee starts to rub at the spot where his voicebox once resided. his optics become just a bit dimmer and his doorwings droop. tears start to well up in his eyes. at this point, raf notices, because as bee starts to cry from the stress and memories, his noises that are akin to sniffles and hiccups come through glitchy and garbled. he's holding his helm and crying now. raf tries to comfort him, but isnt sure what to do. hes scared for his guardian and wants to get him help. so raf turns to ratchet, and if not him, then whoever else is around at the time. if its arcee or bulk, they go and get ratchet. if ratchet isnt there, they get optimus.

if its ratchet, he'll gently push his field into bee's with comfort and support. he eventually either moves them both to a quiet area, or everyone has cleared out at this point. ratchet slowly moves his hands up to bee's servos which are gripping at his helm. ratchet makes sure to keep his arms and servos in bees line of sight. he pry's his servos from his head and starts to affectionately stroke the scouts helm. bee eventually gives in and melts into the touch. now ratchet isn't a touchy mech, but when it comes to bee, he lets him sink into his chassis and just hold on to him. he eventually tires himself out, the pain in his throat too much to bare, and slips into recharge. ratchet carries bee into the medbay and lays him on a berth and stays nearby. when bee wakes up, he feels much better. he knows ratchet will never let megatron hurt him like that again.

everyone knows ratchet and optimus are the oldest of the team, but that doesn't mean that they don't have their memories, insecurities and moments. granted they're much rarer than the others, but equally important. the others know that if one of them are panicking, something's really wrong.

it started shortly after ratchet had stopped using synth-en. he was sitting at the console of the base, typing away. he watched as the words appeared on the screen, slowly, they started to turn to gibberish as he started to tap the wrong keys of the keyboard. ratchet looked down to see his servos shaking. his optics widened and his venting hitched. he brought his digits up to his faceplace to inspect them. they continued to tremble in front of him, his venting picking up quickly, before he knew it he was locked in place. he was just standing there, trying to get a hold of his shaking and venting. ratchet looks around sporadically, looking for the only thing that he thinks can ground him in that moment, synth-en. he feels himself spiraling, he feels the want for it, and he knows he needs to stop but he can't bring himself to.

after a few moments, he feels a servo on his shoulder, then that deep voice in his audial, "ratchet."

then all in one moment, everything seems right again. shuddering his vents, ratchet turns around, trying to get air into his system. optimus and ratchet make eye contact briefly, before optimus just smiles slightly, before whispering, "i'm proud of you, you've gone so far from when it first happened. you're better off without it." and then ratchet nods, a few tears rolling down his face, and optimus just lets him stand there for as long as he needs. he knows ratchet doesn't like others seeing him like this, and as a gentle reminder, optimus slides his servo to cup ratchet's cheek before walking off somewhere in the general area. somewhere that ratchet can see him, can hear him, can simply just feel his presence. that calms him down, just, someone being around him. he realizes he doesn't need the synth-en to be helpful to the team, so he starts to pick up on his work again, this time with steadier servos.

optimus, unlike the others, is a different story.

he'd just gotten back from being on the nemesis as orion pax. they had the data of some of the iacon relics, but now came the decoding part. for the next while, optimus would spend his free time decoding whatever he could of the texts. he squinted at the screen in front of him, this all seemed so familiar, but he couldn't put a digit to it. it wasn't until a few moments later that it dawned on him. he'd done this before, aboard the nemesis, for megatron. thats when he stills, his venting picking up from 0 to 100. ratchet is working beside him, and the typing is too loud. the bots are playing with their charges, and he can hear every creak of their armor, every step of the kid's shoes. ratchet looks over as soon as he hears optimus lift his servos off the keyboard, "optimus?" that's when optimus whips his helm around, its all too quiet all of a sudden. he needs out.

optimus can hear his own vents picking up, and he watches ratchet's face turn from concerned to downright worry. optimus crosses his arms over his chassis and quickly walks down the hall. the others just stare in the direction that their commander walked off to. they never see him like this. never not a pillar for them. ratchet takes initiative immediately and tells the others, "don't worry and don't follow me. it'll set him off more, just stay put and keep quiet." the kids and bots stare at him for a moment before nodding and exchanging worried glances before ratchet quickly, and rather quietly, jogged off down the hall to optimus.

ratchet can hear harsh vents behind a closet door as he passes. he stops, and knocks his digits on the large door. "optimus?" the only response he gets is incoherent and glitchy cybertronian. ratchet slowly turns the doorknob, letting the other know that he's coming in. ratchet sticks his helm in, spotting optimus in a corner of the closet, his knees up to his chassis. his faceplate was activated and his servos were gripping and scratching at the metal. ratchet quickly walked into the closet, closing the door softly behind the pair. optimus jumped slightly at the small noise, tears starting to stream down his face. ratchet got down on his knees in front of the prime, whispering in cybertronian to him, "hey, hey, hey... optimus. optimus, can you look at me?" ratchet would take optimus' servos into his and slowly separate them from the faceplace. "optimus, if you want to vent better you need to deactivate the mask." optimus stared at ratchet in horror, his vents picking up a little bit faster. quickly, ratchet held optimus' servos to his own chassis, letting the leader feel his chassis rise and fall as air made it's way in and out of his system. "just shutter your optics, i'm not leaving you. you're okay, just vent." he watched as optimus closed his eyes and started to take control of his systems and vents. after a while, he was breathing normally and his faceplace quietly shuttered back off of his face. ratchet smiled, the two would sit there in silence for a while, just listening to the muffled sounds of the base around them.

the kids know that their bots have hard times and they want to help them. they try in the best ways that they can, but sometimes, their bots need another bot to help them.

[sparrowhero]

Dabi Kiss/Intimacy/Affection Headcanons

Dabi likes to bite/nibble a little bit when he kisses. Not enough that it would hurt, but he enjoys the little gasp of surprise when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth unexpectedly.

He's not too handsy when kissing (though he usually likes to keep a hand on the small of your back or waist if you're walking around). Usually he likes to hold hands, or cup your face, and also a fan of lazily keeping his arms around your shoulders or waist to just rest there.

Likes to make out to music. He doesn't have a specific playlist or anything but there are certain songs that make him feel like he needs a kiss or two more than others.

He's kind of a little shit so whenever he doesn't want to listen to Shigaraki or otherwise piss him off he'll steal a kiss right in front of him. It is at this point that Shigaraki asks for Kurogiri to send one or both of you into a volcano or something. He does not, but the sentiment remains.

Dabi doesn't like to mark. Most people think it's rather unexpected, but he has his own reasons about it. Why leave a mark when he'd rather burn you up from the inside out? He wants his kisses to leave their marks on your memory, so that his whole presence covers you even when there's nothing there to show. It's the ghost of him that leaves you wanting more, rather than anything like a hickey. Does not mind at all if you wanna mark him up though, but he won't be shy about it.

Either you in his lap, or him in yours, is all the same to him. There's nothing quite like sitting together, legs all tangled up in the same seat. If you guys are seated separately in a LOV meeting, eventually he's going to make his way to you. He really has no shame about it and he IS listening...he just needs the added incentive. Picture that IS THIS ALLOWED? vine for more context.

Tends to run his thumb pad of his finger over your hand while you're talking or doing other mundane stuff. It's not quite clear whether he knows he's doing it on purpose or not, but it's very sweet.

His favorite form of affection from you is kisses at the forefront, but he also has an especially soft spot from when you hug him from the back. It's nice to feel your heartbeat on his back, and maybe sway a little bit back and forth to music only the two of you can really hear. He also appreciates it when you can help him touch up areas of his skin he can't easily reach when he's burned. He wouldn't trust many people to do so, but it comes so easily with you. Applying some soothing burn cream to his back could make him fall asleep sooo easily.

Speaking of, he likes to let you use his arm as a pillow. He'll complain about his arm being asleep afterwards and tease you about it, but he still moves your head to lay there if you don't. If you absolutely MUST turn away from him while sleeping, he'll just be the big spoon and wrap himself around you. Since you're being difficult.

[viviennevermillion]

Relaxing with them

notes: this is just sitting idle and enjoying your time together

also anyone over 15 who doesn't intend to start any drama is welcome to join the twisted wonderland discord server I mod in.

characters included: ace trappola, trey clover, leona kingscholar

contains: character x gn!reader

warnings: none

Ace has a lot to do with school and following all the rules at Heartslabyul so he's glad whenever he can take some time to just chill with you. He gets annoyed pretty fast with his daily life.

He'll usually invite you to stop by at his dorm and snuggle with him in his room.

He likes talking about whatever comes to mind with you and complaining about his teachers or his dorm leader or the homework he got yelled at for not doing whilst holding you in his arms and running his hands up and down your back.

Sometimes he'll appreciate a short nap with you as well. He likes to be the little spoon for napping, at least if it's during the day because the light keeps him from sleeping and he likes to hide his face in your neck

Oftentimes you'll also just sit on his bed together and spend time on your phones. Ace occasionally shows you some funny memes or comes up with the idea to prank-call Deuce or Riddle.

Sometimes when you can decide on a genre of music you both like to listen to, he'll share headphones with you or you both listen to a song together

Ace likes to have you lay your head on his lap. He'll lay a pillow in his lap so you're comfortable and you can turn towards him and wrap your arms around his upper body and bury your face in his stomach.

Ace just likes to cuddle for a couple of hours sometimes. He needs his space often enough but he also loves to have you lay in his arms whenever he missed you.

Might just kiss you with no ending in sight. He loves the way your lips feel on his and he doesn't mind just continuing with kissing you for god knows how long

Sometimes he also plays games at his laptop and lets you sit on his lap and hide your face in his neck so you can rest if you're tired. But he also doesn't mind explaining the game to you and letting you watch him play. He puts headphones on or turn the volume off if you actually just want to rest in his embrace

Occasionally presses a kiss to your forehead.

Another position Ace really likes is to sit between your legs and half-lie on your stomach or chest, having your arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind and leaning your head against his / burying your face in his hair. He'll scroll absentmindedly through his phone and occasionally puts a hand on yours and tells you he loves you. Also adores when you press a kiss to his temple while he does his. It makes him feel appreciated and loved

He'd enjoy watching a movie with you while sitting like this.

Trey likes to relax outside with you

He'll get a picnic blanket and find you two a nice spot in the Heartslabyul Garden when the weather is nice and just spoils you

You have to remind him sometimes to relax himself as well.

He likes to enjoy the atmosphere and the nature surrounding you

He even baked some nice food specifically for you. So you thought he really deserves the rest.

Sometimes you'll lean against each other and read books, occasionally Trey reads to you

He often tells you that he thinks you're cute and holds your chin and gives you very sweet kisses. He chuckles and comments on how your lips taste like the tart he made. Literally looks at you like you're the most precious thing in his life and can't keep his hands off you. He cups your cheeks and places kisses on several parts of your face and he'll pull you close and hug you

He's just so happy you're with him. He can absolutely imagine spending his life with you.

Will make a lot of dad jokes (which is a given, I mean, it's Trey)

Sometimes pokes your face with a random flower or grass he plucked to tease you. He tells you you look adorable when you pout. "Hey don't get mad at me!", he chuckles and holds his hand up in surrender, dropping the grass in the process. He then opens his arms for you to hug him closely. You can hear his heartbeat as you lay on his chest.

Trey lays a hand on your cheek and repeatedly gives you soft kisses

He likes to take couple photos with you. Usually he doesn't post often on Magicam at all, at least not anything that isn't related to cooking and dental hygiene, but ever since he's been dating you, he often posts cute photos of you two together if you're fine with it. Cater is super happy about this development. He thinks you two look so cute together.

When you do this at night you often lay next to each other and look at the stars together

Trey actually knows a lot about the constellations and explains some of them to you. He only notices a while later that you're no longer staring at the sky.

Instead, you're burying your face in Trey's neck and eventually start pressing kisses to his skin

He chuckles and turns around to hug you close.

"And here I was, trying to help you with your astrology classes", he sighs and you pull him close again, kissing him lovingly. And how could he complain about that?

If you fall asleep, he'd pick you up and carry you to his room so he can join you and snuggle close to you after cleaning up the picnic blanket and getting ready to sleep.

There are few times after school when Leona isn't relaxing with you

Most of the time he's sleeping. If you want to nap as well, he'll hold you very tightly. Most of the time he likes to nap on your chest or shoulder and use you as a pillow. He sometimes purrs in his sleep or licks your skin affectionately like lions do. It'll take some getting used to.

Sometimes when he's awake and you're cuddling, you press a kiss to his forehead and run your hand through his hair. He loves this a lot

If you don't want to sleep, he'll sleep on your lap. You can gently rub his ears which makes him purr as well and nuzzle your hand or your stomach.

He sometimes mumbles about how much he loves you in his sleep.

If you're both awake, Leona likes to lean on you. You sometimes have to remind him not to do that with his whole body weight because Leona can be very heavy. You sometimes scroll through your phone and Leona is bored so he demands kisses and tries to distract you by kissing your neck and snuggling up to you

If you do something creative like drawing or writing, Leona takes an interest in what you're doing and then silently watches you, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his tail around your waist

You're the only one who's allowed to touch his tail so casually

Leona also often lets you sit on his lap when you watch a movie or something like that

He sometimes acts annoyed when you turn around in the middle of it to give him affection but his tail gives him away, flicking excitedly. He loves when you're fully focused on something else like a movie or a book and just turn around and start giving him affection because you missed it or want to show him your love.

Sometimes you sit on his bed and play chess or other board games.

Leona is always there when you had a stressful day and just need to lay in his arms for a while. You can walk into his room and he'll be laying there on the bed, looking at you curiously with his green eyes and just waiting for you to snuggle up to him and hide your face in his chest. You'll instantly feel better because of how warm and soft Leona's skin is and how protectively he wraps his arms around you

"Missed you, herbivore", he whispers affectionately and presses a kiss to your temple.

Leona makes the room darker so there's less strain on your eyes and so you can just rest easier. He'll hold you very close and he's happy you're finally back in his arms.

[junosmindpalace]

Can I request relationship or dating hcs for Ryusui, Tsukasa and Kinro with a fem!s/o who loves stargazing and collecting gemstones? Like whenever she's free, she will share her knowledge about planets and gemstones! But she also can be shy sometimes cuz she doesn't want them to think she's a nerd cuz obviously she's not! She's just passionate about them, that's all! One last thing, she will tell the boys any puns or jokes related to those topics.

For example : you're the Moon to my Earth. (I made up this one 😂 sorry if it doesn't sound good)

this was such a cute request to write and my first time writing for tsukasa and kinro so this was exciting! the request asked specifically for a fem!s/o but it isnt ever really implied though you can imagine it is! To make self inserts more authentic, i use no or they/them pronouns for reader :)

p.s...remember when i said my next blog post would be ryusui related lol. hes in here so its okay. i sort of rushed this formatting but it's late so ill update it in the morning. im a bit iffy for the characterization but im hoping to improve with time!

Ryusui, Tsukasa and Kinro with a s/o who likes astronomy!

tsukasa: 

-listens to your rants with a content smile on his face.

-he actually learns a lot from you and keeps up pretty well, occasionally asking questions because hes genuinely invested in what youre talking about.

-he has a lot of common knowledge about stars and planets, just space in general, so when you expand on those things in such an engaging way, he cant help but find it a bit endearing and attractive.

-he teases you a bit for how excited you can get and he only smiles wider when you get flustered and defend yourself.

-he lets you showcase your collection of gemstones and patiently nods while you explain each one. he has an absurd amount of patience with you showcases and will get sooo mad if someone disrespects or interrupts you.

-at first, he was always a bit confused why you’d come to him and talk about this stuff. As blunt as ever, he’d ask you “why are you always talking about planets and gemstones with me?” and you were SO embarrassed you took it as a sign of him not being interested or just being irritated.

-but then he’d say “i never knew you know so much. Its fascinating.” 

-and you coming to him about this stuff only becomes routine for the both of you.

-stargazing with him also becomes routine. every night you two find a spot with a good view and stare up at the starry sky, exchanging constellation and star facts. sometimes you're only watching for a couple of minutes, sometimes you're out for an hour, but bottom line is that tsukasa loves your company and knowledge.

-the jokes and puns sometimes really do get a chuckle out of him, same with pick up lines as well.

-(he thinks its the cutest thing ever)

-”your name must be andromeda, because we are destined to collide ;)”

-he laughs and pats your head aww

-he doesnt do it often, but sometimes he catches you off guard and flatters you with astronomy pick up lines as well

-”in this entire universe, all i want is you”

-”??!?!?”

kinro:

-he’s…completely clueless.

-when you rant, hes usually a bit confused and startled and kinda overall goes “hah?”

-but he sees how much this all means to you and so he tries his best to keep up with the things you talk about, even if most of it sounds like total gibberish to him (it might as well, cut him some slack).

-he’ll repeat back the things he has comprehended to you in an apprehensive tone and occasionally ask questions that only further encourage your rants. Sometimes it gets all a bit much for him and asks you to simplify or cut it out for a second so he can think.

-dont mistaken his confused expression with annoyance, hes doing his best.

-i think your gemstone knowledge is much more intriguing. the gemstones are all very pretty and the way you explain each one is interesting and so sometimes he'll sit crossed legged in the grass with you while you lay out your collection in the grass and go over each one.

-he'll keep his hands over his mouth while you talk and his eyes trail from your hand gestures to the stones themselves.

-(he's a little embarrassed when ginro teases him for being so invested).

-you usually have to make really simple references if you were to use cheesy pick up lines so he’s able to understand what youre trying to say, but it usually leaves him flustered and pouty.

-”kinro”

-”hm?”

-”are you into astronomy?”

-”well, probably not as much as you, b-”

-”because your ass is out of this world.”

-he despises you (in a loving way)

ryusui:

-completely understands your passion.

-as a captain, he’s learned quite a bit about the stars and old fashioned means of navigation.

-he absolutely encourages your rambles, piling onto the information you share until you’re both excitedly babbling on about stars and such.

-which is why you're rarely shy when it comes to discussing this stuff with ryusui- he's just not the type to shame or even tease you for that matter. if you DO ever get embarrassed, ryusui immediately shares your energy and shares his own knowledge.

-hes not as experienced in the gemstone department though, so when you show off all the ones youve collected, he’ll pick them up and examine them carefully, making comments on their appearances.

-with planets, i’m sure he knows a little bit more than the basics (probably had a space phase), but nevertheless is interested by the facts you share with him.

-”realllly??! Haha! I never knew that! You sure know your stuff, Y/N! I desire your passion and knowledge!”

-and so he’s more than okay with observing you and listening to your rambles, whether its about something he can contribute more to like the stars or whether its something thats completely unfamiliar to him such as gemstones. 

-as for jokes and puns- he loves them.

-absolutely CANNOT get enough of them and will laugh his ass off at ones he finds particularly witty

-also flatters you with a bunch of astronomy related pickup lines

-sometimes you try to out do each other because of course

-”who took the stars out the sky and put them in your eyes?”

-”your smile must be a black hole; nothing can escape its pull.”

-its goofy and corny but you two have fun with it. 

[apompkwrites]

reader impact || fan service scene: resting with you

series masterlist characters: diluc, xiao, zhongli genre: fluff summary: the creators of genshin impact have graciously gifted the players with a fan service scene featuring you! notes: i know dill's doesn't contain sleeping in your lap,,, i'm sorry but i hope you like what i provided :))

diluc -

diluc isn't one to have many sleep issues.

until the nightmares kick in.

whenever he can't sleep, he tends to just sit in his house.

it's always quiet.

not something you'd want after a nightmare, but he deals with it.

it's better than trying to expose himself to thousands or even millions of people.

but one night, after a particularly harsh nightmare, he remembers that the next day was supposed to be when he streams the newest genshin update.

but, he's already up...

and...

he probably will try to take a nap later today anyway...

soooo.

"i know it's a bit of an early, or late, stream but i was already awake."

his stream is definitely worried because this is the first time he streams at like 2:00 am.

he won't address it, though.

they don't need to know, anyway.

he pretty much tries to ignore any questions about his sleeping habits and opts to answer them very vaguely.

he is excited to play the update because he knows there's some more (name) content :))

he'll get everything done that he needs to do like commissions and events from them nice nice primogems.

and then here he is, ready to start the newest feature.

go to the angel's share.

ah yes, the place his character officially met you for the first time.

(he definitely has issues with interacting with patton before going inside)

the quest basically has diluc go around to collect more things needed for the winery.

pretty simple quest.

canonically, the quest takes the mc a few hours to complete because the materials are everywhere.

so a cutscene plays when he gets back to the dawn winery, which is where charles told him to bring the materials.

he walks inside and there you are.

greeting him with a brief nod and a wave of your hand.

mc drops the items on the table, ready to turn around and leave for another commission.

until you call out to him.

"ah, traveler."

mc turns back around and walks back to stand next to you.

you stand up from your chair and place a hand on their shoulder.

you stare at them for a moment.

"...i apologize. you must have been traveling for a long while to get the materials."

mc tries to wave you off.

"no, no. you'll hurt yourself. hm... come with me."

you literally CARRY MC TO A SPARE ROOM.

EXCUSE ME YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT SO CASUALLY?!?!?!

anyway, you pull up a chair next to the bed before placing the mc on the bed.

you simply sit in the chair, quietly stroking your thumb along the mc's arm.

"take a break. i'm sure the adventurer's guild will do just fine for now."

diluc is trying his hardest to hold back tears.

he just... really needed this.

xiao -

it's widely known amongst xiao's community that he has insomnia.

he talks about it a lot on how he has trouble sleeping and he even streams on the nights where it gets so bad he doesn't like being alone with his thoughts.

such is the case here where a new update drops and he's up and ready to play.

he greets everyone briefly as they enter the stream, rubbing his eyes and letting out small yawns every once in a while.

they always know when it's an especially hard night for him, so they come prepared with (name) emotes to try and cheer him up.

they don't have the heart to spoil him about the new update and what it includes.

of course, there will always be that one person who tries to spoil something.

the chat sees that and just spams (name) emotes to hide it.

and since xiao is pretty sleep deprived at this point, he doesn't notice.

now he's ready to actually play.

he'll complete his daily commissions and anything else he needs to get done before checking out the newest features.

he does know that there's a part in the update that features you :0

he doesn't know what the actual update is but he just knows that he'll be able to see you again :))

so he's going through the update, right?

just admiring you even if he's half asleep.

and here comes the part that actually almost put him to sleep right there.

his mc and you are walking down the streets of liyue and it's all dark.

there's a few lights here and there.

you two are walking down to the inn he had first met you at.

passing by the boss lady at the front counter.

walking up the stairs.

and there you two are, on the very balcony he ad first seen you on.

"...you seem tired."

his character doesn't say anything (as expected) but just rubs their eyes and nods.

pain is floating beside you two before going off towards the kitchen downstairs.

now it's just you two.

"you should take a rest."

your voice was so soft :))

you look around the balcony before sighing, taking a seat on the ground.

his character stares at you for a bit before you pat your legs.

"i told you to rest, didn't i?"

?!?!?!?!

YOU'RE TELLING HIM

TO LAY DOWN

ON YOUR LAP????

ASJHAKDHAK

ahem.

anyway.

his character takes a bit before finally letting their head rest in your lap.

he's thanking whoever animated this part because it's a POV shot from the mc.

he's just staring up at you.

you're looking down at him with the softest expression he's ever seen.

"...rest now. i won't let anything harm you."

his chat is freaking out.

he's almost asleep at this point.

life is good.

zhongli -

zhongli doesn't have a lot of sleep issues either...

if he did, he'd probably just drink some tea and try to sleep again.

he isn't the type of stream late at night/early in the morning.

because of this, he plays the newest update for genshin at his scheduled time.

some people who watch him are going to bed though, so it's late at night/early in the morning for them :)

he knows this and tries to tell his viewers to get proper rest.

"it isn't good for you to stay up so late."

he really cares about them :))

he's happy to talk to them though.

(he definitely knows people like his voice so he's happy to help them sleep by talking to them)

his daily objectives take longer considering he's taking the time to read to his viewers.

of course, all of the things he's reading are genshin based.

more specifically you, but they don't mind.

anyway, he FINALLY gets his stuff done.

now he's finally ready to start the new (name) quest.

he's like... one or two hours into the stream already.

but he doesn't mind longer stream, especially when it concerns you.

go to third round knockout

ah yes, the little restaurant you go to for stories about yourself.

and, of course, there you are sitting at your usual chair and drinking tea.

you invite him over to sit down, which causes another cutscene to play, talking more about your adventures as a god/dess.

and, to zhongli's delight, the quest fully begins.

the quest follows you and mc going around lie, exploring different areas while you talk about what you've done there in the years you've been alive.

it's a more chill quest that features lore and character building :))

and then you get to a more secluded spot in lieu.

just the two of you.

the sun has already set and the stars are shining down on the two of you.

zhongli isn't saying anything, reveling in the silence as if he were actually there, standing next to you.

and then your character takes a seat in the grass.

and mc follows suit, sitting beside you.

it isn't long before zhongli's character begins to drift off to sleep.

and that's when it happens.

you reach over and pull mc into your lap, your storytelling continuing as if nothing happened.

"this may be awkward, but i noticed you were falling asleep. go on ahead. i'll be happy to share my stories to help you rest."

zhongli, once again, isn't saying anything. he simply lets the cutscene play.

you're still recalling tales of your past, calmly telling them to whoever was listening.

it's calm and quiet.

and zhongli now knows why people love hearing him tell stories as they sleep.

because he is definitely getting that same sensation hearing you recall your past.

[damiano-mylove]

Movie Night

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k (sorry)

Cw(s): SMUT, bit of angst, swearing ofc, long for some reason, begging, not proof read

*Masterlist*

Work is a healthy habit to get into - to a certain extent. If you work to avoid your problems, that's not particularly one of the most healthy things to do. The only problem working can fix is if you're poor, but really minimum wage doesn't fix that either.

But your Damiano wasn't poor, he wasn't being paid minimum wage. You knew how much he loved working on music with his friends, but he was barely home and you missed him. Being without Damiano almost felt like being without your left arm - especially since it had been so abrupt, going from him spending a few hours writing, to spending almost a full day in the studio.

Tonight was supposed to be movie night. That Damiano had suggested. To make up for lost time.

So, you found yourself, alone, on your velvet red couch, watching Alice in Wonderland, with your cat on your lap. His purrs filled whatever wavelengths were left empty by the film, but you didn't mind that at all. Your fingers found their way into his incredibly soft fur, which felt like silk between those fingers of yours.

The clock soon struck midnight, and the film hit the end credits soon after. Damiano was still not home from the studio, which almost worried you. Almost. In the earlier days of him spending all of his time at Vic's for writing or in the studio, you had thought he'd run off with someone else. You woke up the next morning with him next to you, but that never really put that specific worry to rest.

"Romeo, Baby," you whispered to the silver tabby cat on your lap. He flicked his tail to let you know he heard you. "Dad's not home yet and I'm tired, we gotta go to bed. C'mon." Romeo only lifted his head to lay his grass green eyes on you once you stopped scratching his neck. You smiled to him, though his eyes didn't return it. "You've got half a minute before I move your furry tush."

To no one's surprise, Romeo took more than half a minute so you picked him up like a baby over your shoulder. Your palm cradled his soft feet. Like the lazy cat he was, Romeo fell back asleep on your shoulder on your short walk to your bedroom that you shared with the one and only, Damiano. He used to be a god to you, but now he was basically a roommate who you shared a kiss with every once in a while.

With Romeo asleep on the bed before you finished putting on pyjamas, you slunk off to brush your teeth. The door unlocked. Your heavy eyes cast unto the clock on the wall which read nearly half midnight.

Damiano came in like a whisper in the wind, save for the closet opening so he could deposit his coat. Shaking you head, you just finished brushing your teeth. Your mouth felt dry even though you'd just rinsed it with water.

"Cara mia," Damiano purred once his eyes caught your figure in the lamp light from the bedroom. You smiled at him and went into the bedroom to curl up with your cat and go to sleep. You had work in the morning and customers didn't appreciate workers who look like sleep-deprived zombies.

This was the first time in a long time that you didn't immediately greet him once he came through the door. So Damiano could sense a shift in the mood of the flat; really, he felt it as soon as he walked in and smelt chocolate and strong tea.

His footsteps never gave away where he was, but you could feel his presence enter the room. The bed dipped on the end just as Romeo curled further into you. When Damiano's hand held your ankle, Romeo let out a soft meow.

"What's wrong, Amore?"

"Did you forget or did you do it on purpose?" You immediately sat up as you asked the question. You were tired and to act like it was fine just wasn't in the cards tonight. Damiano's eyebrows drew together. You began to nod. "Movie night? You said you'd come home early to watch a film with us."

Damiano's face darkened in realization. You pursed your lip balm coated lips. Even Romeo could sense the tension and decided to stand up and sit square on your thighs, facing your boyfriend as if to protect you. Damiano looked to his hands which rested in his lap.

After a second, he said, "I-I thought that was tomorrow."

"Tonight was Tuesday night, now it's Wednesday morning," you muttered. Your fingers found the reassuring warmth of Romeo's fur once again and Romeo let out a rather sad sounding meow. "Oh, Romeo, don't worry. Dad just has to tell us he's sorry then we can sleep."

Both you and your cat looked to your boyfriend with tired but expectant eyes. Damiano's eyes never tore from his hands. Then it was like he was speaking to himself. "I was going to buy you flowers. And let you pick the film. And you were supposed to fall asleep on my shoulder, on the couch."

"It's okay, Dami, it's just a movie night," you told him. But your conscience caught you before you continued. Why the fuck were you reassuring him when he was the one who fucked up? Tell you that he'll be home in time for a sort of date night, then skip out. "We'll do it another night, it's all good."

"It's not all good, Y/n." One thing you could agree on tonight, though you'd never say that out loud. Finally, Damiano lifted his eyes from his soft hands. You noticed his eyes shimmer in the lamplight. "I really fucked up your night and for no good reason. I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, you patted his arm. "Forgiven. We're adults and life gets in the way of romance."

"Not always, and not for us. I'm supposed to be the best boyfriend in the world but I've barely been a boyfriend to you at all lately, and I apologize." His words were stringing together faster in faster as he kept trying to keep his tears at bay. "It's just with the new album and everything, I'm finding out how shitty I am at balancing my life." Damiano came closer to you, holding your hand that once held his arm. "How can I make it up to you, Y/n? You're the love of my life and I don't want us to fizzle out."

For some reason, a little chuckle escaped your lips. His passion for you warmed your heart as you caught a glimpse of how you first had your heart captured by the man sitting before you. The light glittered in your eyes, for Damiano and Damiano alone. "We're not going to fizzle out over one missed movie night."

"Yes, but I've missed many of our nights, whether we made plans for them or not," Damiano rebutted. Your lips pressed together in a flat line. There was a certain ounce of truth to that statement. Damiano pressed a kiss to the back of your hand without maintaining eye contact. "Cara mia, nights are for the lovers, and I seem to have forgotten that."

His warm breath tickled the back of your hand just before his pressed more kisses to the back of your hand, then wrist, then fingers.

Sensing the warming room, Romeo left your lap. He threw you a final glance, seeming like he was making sure you didn't need him in the room to which you slightly nodded at the tabby. Romeo turned on his paws and left the room - leaving two starry-eyed partners who were still most ardently in love.

Without another word, you joined your lips with Damiano's. It had been a long while since a kiss such as this one had occurred. In the place of the usual passing kisses, this one made the love shared prominent. This kiss felt as if your Damiano was once again yours and totally yours; not as if he ever wasn't, but this was a much needed reminder of that.

Holding your face in his large hands, Damiano deepened the kiss by turning his head ever-so slightly. His tongue slid into your mouth with a passionate fervour. There was no battle for dominance, but a mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Damiano tenderly laid you down against the pillows on your side of the bed, though his lips parted from yours which was an unhappy fate. "Do you want to go further, Cara mia? I know this doesn't equal forgiveness."

"I've never wanted anything more, Dami, my sweetest love," you promised him. Damiano smiled at your admission. He began to place gentle, loving kisses to your neck. "Only if you want to."

"Oh, trust me." Damiano nipped your collarbone, resulting in a yelp from you. You could feel his smirk against your warming skin. "I want to."

Damiano's bites roamed the skin of your chest that your tank top allowed, before you sat up to take it off. Your fingers found Damiano's soft hair as he left sloppy, wet kissed all over your now exposed chest. A bitten back moan escaped your mouth just as his tongue began to circle the tender skin of your nipple, making your back arch into the man above you.

This was an admission of your pleasure, so Damiano's mouth fully encircled your nipple as his hand that once caressed your hip, now cupped your other breast. His warm palm massaged you firmly, having Damiano's name fall from your lips. It had been a while since he'd touched you like this, with such care and attention. Every fiber of Damiano's being was now focused on making his love for you known.

When his warm mouth left your breast to be exposed to the chill of the room, his teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, having goosebumps multiply on your skin at a sky high rate. His mouth then was turned to your other breast as his other hand twisted and pinched the exposed nipple.

Your hands began trying to get his deep red shirt off, to bring his warmth to you. But before Damiano would let you have what you wanted most, he bit the sweet spot beneath your boob, no doubt leaving a mark that would be apparent the next day.

As Damiano leaned up to pull his shirt over his head, you nearly melted underneath him. His hair was already beginning to become delightfully fucked up and the look in his eye was absolutely dark. The look he gave you before joining your lips once again was full of love, accompanied by lust and desire. Damiano slid off his tight leather trousers while he was at it, allowing you to palm him through his briefs.

The kiss shared was now hungry and feverish. The nails of the unoccupied hand scratched down his back, resulting Damiano bucking his hips into your hand. You removed it, which finally gave you the glorious friction that you so completely craved. Damiano no doubt sensed this as he grabbed the back of your thigh as he continued to grind right into the thin layer that separated you both.

"Damiano, please," you nearly cried. The chuckle that came from Damiano was low and only made your panties become even more wet.

"Please what?"

"You know what I mean." He was killing you. Once the words left your lips, Damiano ground his hips into you again. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please."

"See, was that so hard, Amore?" Damiano purred as he lowered the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He threw them somewhere in the room before pressing his index finger against your clit. You tried to pull him in for a kiss, but Damiano resisted. "Ah, ah, I want to see just how much I effect you."

"You're the fucking-wow-devil himself."

Damiano's laugh bordered upon an evil one. "You love me."

"I love you, I love you so fucking much," you moaned. Damiano smiled as he lowered your grey panties. Those were discarded somewhere along with your pyjama bottoms, but you couldn't give half a fuck because Damiano's perfectly manicured finger found it's way inside of you. You bucked against his hand, making Damiano laugh.

His finger drew circles inside of you while his thumb still played with your clit. God, Damiano was so much better than your own fingers. Without a warning, another finger was added, making a sort of porn-esque moan leave you. Damiano groaned at the sound as well as the sight in front of him. Even his dreams of you weren't as good as this.

It wasn't as if he could help himself from leaning down once again and attaching his mouth to your erect nipple. Your eyes crossed at three parts of your body were on fire with immense pleasure. The flames of rapture enveloped most of your body, even your soul.

"I'm-m-m gonna cum," you cried out. Damiano smiled against your breast as his fingers began going faster. "No, no, let me cum on your cock." Damiano looked up at you with a bit of surprise. You'd never said something like that without prompt.

The needy look that painted your face was all Damiano had to see before he complied. His briefs were off in the blink of an eye and he began to pump himself just to prepare. Your legs were spread wide as you could already feel yourself drip onto the sheets below which made Damiano groan with barred teeth.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gave you one final questioning look. You nodded adamantly before he pushed himself through your folds.

Truly, you could feel your soul ascend as you remembered just how big he was. You big your lip so hard you nearly broke skin while Damiano hissed an intake of breath. He came down to your lips to taste your minty mouth just as his hips began rocking into you, first at a slow pace, then began to get closer.

Damiano's hips snapped into yours quickly, and the sound of smacking skin filled the room, along with the scent of sex and sweat. The combination of both of your moans filled each other's mouths. The bedroom was incredibly hot but somehow you were in a cold sweat, save for where your body joined with Damiano's in sweet harmony.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking tight," Damiano huffed. You clenched around his cock, only making Damiano cry out with pleasure. Your nails drew down his back, clinging him closer and closer to you with every thrust against your g-spot. Tears brimmed your eyes as a knot formed in the lower part of your stomach.

"Soon, I'm cumming soon."

"Cum on my cock, Baby, just like you want."

You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy because he was closing in on his release as well. But you couldn't help but cum first as the knot suddenly exploded within you.

Your walls spasmed against Damiano as your release washed over you. Your legs tingled and your toes went a bit numb. Damiano then hit in you a few more times before his own seed seeped into you. It was warm and you felt incredibly full as Damiano stayed within you for an extra few seconds, before falling next to you.

"I know you said this wouldn't equal forgiveness but I'm feeling very forgiving," you sighed. Damiano chuckled and looked over at you. Your skin glowed in orgasmic radiance and your hair was completely fucked out. Damiano's heart swelled at the sight and he couldn't help but kiss you again.

He cleaned you both up after, with a warm wash cloth, and got you new pyjamas. Romeo reentered the room once the sex smell was gone and you were in Damiano's arms once again. Your cat curled between both of you in the dead of night, like the beginnings of a family.

Damiano came home Wednesday afternoon with a massive bouquet that must have cost a pretty pence, a box of Belgian chocolate and a bag of cat treats. It seemed a movie night was in order.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

can you write some headcanons on what would they be like as cats? i imagine scotland to be this giant furball who's vigilant, but LOVES lazing around in the sun

UK Brothers as cats II headcannons

Scotland

Burmese cat

giant furball yes but it 's not noticeable first

THICC fur but not long

Loves laying in the sun, absolutely

but only if it's in a random hill

sun baths cost a price

lays down for a few seconds, but the slightest bee or butterfly makes him jump or lift his neck to check

unfortunately the weather in scotland CANNOT afford this kind of sun enough

ends up standing right under the oven.

That spot right against the oven, he lays down there.

Give him your hand he'll bite on it

not painfully but he just keeps it there

Lanky as hell

just like the man

you cannot miss him when he is laid down on the floor

but be pls careful about the bed or couch

he is probably there, behind the pillow or under the blanket

has not problem with water overall

not impressed by people in general

wondering how he is still alive after licking so much irn bru off the bottles he finds around the house or the bit that spilled on the table.

hates wales

N.Ireland

American bobtail

cute white little tail

that picture of people bowing down, hands in the air in front of someone holding a cat

his moment

triggered easily

cuddle buddy

but

has an imaginary ladder

if you let him sleep in your bed

have him in your arms during dinner

give him food he shouldn't be eating

you're going straight down low on the ladder

top of the ladder is whoever is the boss

cannot act up against this boss

you never know if he wants to cuddle or not

you be laying on the couch and he comes to your side

squeezing his body in between your legs and the arm rest

even tho there is a whole couch on your other side free

then sometimes

stands as far as he can away from you

try to get his attention he'll just look at you for a second

no more

smug about it

also bad sign

you're low on the « imaginary ladder » if that happens

has his favorite blanket in the house

the way to his heart

picky about his food

he always grabs them in his mouth, drops them on the floor,

picks the ones he wants to eat.

Useless to force him

waits before diving into his kibble bowl

doesn't get along with scotland and wales

Ireland

balinese

that iconic smile of him y'know ?

(・ω・｀)

imaginary ladder user too

wondering how he is alive from licking so much sodas bottles

leaves the house randomly

everyone is panicked

comes back as if nothing happened

likes cold tiles

for instance cold tiles after cleaning day

strecthes himself

but only in the morning

eats a lot

always hungry

on a diet

open bags and boxes

has a specific way to do

he takes whatever he is looking for

food mostly..

and takes it to his little corner mat

then tries to get the most out of it

acts stupid but really intelligent

so if you have no sign from him for more than 10 minutes

get worried darling

he is either taking a stroll or eating the snacks from your bag

'kiss me im irish'

needs kisses all the time

hates england

mysterious old man keeps an eye on him

nice overall but sneaky

England

britsih shorthair obv

looks mean but actually really nice

Doesn’t eat kibbles 

Eats whole meat he is chic

Voluminous and thick fur

France and Scotland hate him for that

has a cute bow but

only for pics

out of sight out of mind

Will not come to you if you do not look for him

Usually becomes desperate and looks for you

Used to love the outside when he was smaller

Now meh 

Stolen toys from his brothers 

like the monarchy jewelry

do not call me out to Charles or Lizzie about what I just wrote

Look like he doesn’t want hugs 

Actually likes them

Special spot on the bookshelf 

No imaginary ladder

Just sleeps in your bed if comfortable with you enough

Paddington bear is his favorite toy 

Likes standing there, surrounded with people

Just sits down and watches

Take his ears into your hands

He is cute and great personality 

Wales

angora

listen up

he is not easy

but if you’re up for a challenge then alright

imaginary ladder but the top of the ladder is him

Eats grass

Coughs

Goes back to eating grass

If you have a garden or just growing strawberries

I’m sorry gal but they’re his

Gets his way all the time

Spoiled

Has toys but doesn’t use them

Gives them to england

Plays a lot outside

Favorite spot : sheeps back

looks like a cinnamon bun

tastes like it

means not good as it looks

Needs attention but don’t look out for him

Not scared easily

Extremely difficult to take care of his paws

Screaming

Crying

Hissing

Sits on your legs or in between but don’t get comfortable too fast

As cliche as it sounds, celtic music helps

If you’re his favorite person congrats

Not all hero wears capes

The incident with Scotland and N.Ireland

Manipulated them into going to a farm

Did not end well

for them

Since then scot and north hate him

My sincere apologies if you end up with him

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

I'm crying while listening to Mitski again, therefore here's some very, very soft pro hero! Bakugo head canons.

When I talk about Bakugo being soft I'm usually talking about him being that specific silent type of soft; subtly sweet eye squinting and the faint upwards pointing curve of his lips when he is carefully chopping vegetables on the counter while you busy yourself with another task to get the food ready as soon as possible.

I'm talking him slowly wiping the side of the sink with his eyes closed, feeling his mind taken away by the new song you're obsessed with this week that's been on repeat for who knows how long. He'll probably tease you restlessly to turn it off, he'll say that he can't take another loop, and you'll turn it off, but he'll find himself doing the dishes one day listening to it and he'll take a deep breath, sigh it out with eyes shut closed, he'll feel in total peace and then he'll continue with his task.

I'm also talking about Bakugo copying the way your feet rock from left to right or back and forth while reading, while being on his phone. Every time he's tried to stop you from doing so, it's always been with his foot coming to wiggle it's way in between the tangle you've wrapped your feet into and he'll hiss about how cold your feet are but he won't jolt back, he'll lock your knees under his arm and pull your feet in between his, or fort them inside the blanket, muttering about how you're always letting your feet be cold.

And he'll always stick his hands out during your sleep just to check if you're alright, if you're covered, if you're close to the edge of the bed, if you are he'll cover you, his eyes still shut and no grunts coming out of him, he'll pull you closer to him and he'll burry his face in the crook of your neck.

And I'm talking about Bakugo seeking cuddles on the regular, him being grumpy without his cuddles but then beating himself on feeling like he is seeking too much attention. And this usually happens on his bad days, when he's feeling like he's taking up too much space in a room, when he's feeling like he's an idiot who can't do better than what he's accomplished, but then you walk in, setting your keys on the counter and changing out of your shoes, hanging your coat and washing your hands and face then heading over to him to peck him on the cheek and he feels like he's warming up again.

And then you kiss him on the lips and he's lighting up, little by little and his confidence is back and he's asking for another kiss, all smug and proud while stating at your back as you're taking off your clothes to jump on the shower and you peck him on the lips again and he's asking you to the again because you didn't do it exactly right and then he asks again, and then, since he asks all awkwardly and raspy if he can sit on the toilet and talk to you and you agree and a weight is lifted off of him and he feels wanted and he sits shuts the toilet closed and sits and just asks you about your day while moving his feet back and forth and he wants to stop, because he feels annoying, but be can't.

He has a charm over his heart, an unpleasant tightness when you lay in between his legs on the couch, watching Ao Haru Ride for the thousandth time because it's his absolute favorite, he'll rest chin chin over the top of your head and pout like a puppy with pursed brows and tense arms but then you'll turn around and point out that he's too warm and squishy and kiss on his bicep or he'll catch you falling asleep and even though he'd rather scream than be such a romantic he'll kiss over the spot where his chin used to be and nuzzle his nose on the spot, still pouting.

Pro hero work is hard but sometimes, when you haven't managed to wake up in time to help him make one -gods forbids he wakes you up- you're bringing him a bento at work. And whatever lunch he's prepared for himself is quickly shoved to Kirishima or anyone that's currently at the office.

And he'll bury his head in his hand, sigh and give you the most playful smirk, with quirky brows, perked up nose and he'll make a remark about how you just can't help but take care of him but in reality he can't believe you're still doing this for him. And he won't admit that he's definitely melting inside when you're pecking his lips on your way out because you have to go back to work too, but he will be the most affectionate when he's back home, placing soft, open mouthed kisses all over your neck.

And after yelling, after not being able to control his terrible temper again, he'll look at you like a wet dog, plastered in mud, begging to be let in the house again without having a bath and you always take him in, always asking if this time he feels like he is in the mood to sit down and talk about what made him feel this explosive again. If he nods his head you'll ask a number of question, spoken so softly, you'll offer him his favorite meal and a head massage and he'll accept with a pouty nod, and he's going to try and solve things out while your thumbs are circling his eyebrows and relieve impossible tension.

He'd never going to ask if he's a lot of work, because he honestly knows he is. He always felt like he's high maintenance but when he's with you it feels like he's just him and you're you, nothing for you to bear, nothing for him to bear in return. So he knows you're never going to think he's a lot of work, you'll never going to tell him that he's impossible to deal with because you have chosen to accept him as he is. It still surprises him.

He, Bakugo Katsuki as a whole is the world, a home, a lover to someone like you, just like you're to him.

That is even more surprising to him.

Maybe these are thought that come to him right in that moment that he's wiping water way from the side of the counter with a fiber washcloth in his hand, maybe the thoughts pass by his head way too fast, maybe they don't pass at all, whatever it is he's feeling or thinking though, it makes him curve his lips a little more before he turns to look at you, who's smiling at him with ogling eyes in return.

@sasageyowrites hi bby am I allowed to make you feel soft today?

[samanthalightning]

She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part II

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part I

Summary: A new meta is in town, and you are starting to want your secret relationship not to be not-so secret anymore. But Wells doesn't have the same idea

Warnings: Smut if you squint very hard.

***

You never really were one to wake up early in the morning. You hated it, actually. You never liked seeing the sun rising up, you hated the way it made you feel; that heart sinking and hopeful feeling. It reminded you of when your mother died. You stayed all night with your brother in the precinct, after a few hours of sleep, you woke up when the sun was rising, and you wished really hard to go home and see your parents again. But you never did. Your Mom died, your Dad went to prison for your Mom's murder, you never came home, and the Detective from the case adopted you. Barry told you back then that the sun was also a star, unfortunately, it wasn't the star for wishing.

You hated mornings, but of course, you have to pay bills and have to get a certain someone from your bed.

Your limbs ache, as you stretch your arms over your head. You went rounds last night, which shows how much you missed each other and how much of an animal you both were.

Still completely groggy, you moved under the sheets, propped your elbows, laying on your stomach to stare at him. You couldn't help but smile upon the sight of him.

Always so stern, well-composed, mysterious, guarded, seems like the kind of guy who's least likely to do something that will get him in huge trouble— except for the Particle Accelerator explosion, that was a huge mess— Now, he's in your apartment, sprawled out on your bed, specifically, naked under the sheets of 24-year old girl's bed. So relaxed and comfortable. The careful and stoic demeanor he radiated temporary vanished.

You ran your fingers through his brown, unruly locks. You remember how hard you gripped on them last night.

God, memories like this are what enters your mind when you talk to Barry and Joe; it makes you flustered and all scared to face them. Eventually it got easier to deal with, but the guilt doesn't fade, or it hasn't yet.

Despite Barry's admiration for the man, he would question it. You're his baby sister, and there are so many issues he could point out. But you know him, he'll get over it quickly.

Joe, on the other hand, the silent treatment is what he's going to put on. He's a tough man to break. Besides, he has yet to deal with Iris and Eddie dating.

You didn't want them to feel as though you betrayed them or left them out on a part of your life, because they're part of it. You really wanted to tell them.

You don't want to be all sappy, you want to take in this nice morning and this man in front of you. He usually wakes up before you. Perhaps you really worn him out last night.

You ran your dainty finger across his cheek, he stirred in his sleep, grumpily. You stifled a giggle. Even in his sleep, he's guarded.

"Good morning," you mumbled, leaning to kiss his pink thin lips.

That woke him up. Gradually gaining his consciousness, his lips moved against yours, passionate and sweet. He reeled you into him, his bare chest meets your naked ones. His hands roamed your body, up and down your sides. He then planted a hand on the small back softly, pressing you closer to him, while his other hand slowly moved dangerously low. He runs his hand on the skin of your thigh, up and down. At the same time, your hands gripped his biceps.

The kiss deepened, squeezed and nails dug on the skin of your thigh in the process. You tried to suppress a moan, but damn he was such a good kisser. You don't know how he managed to stay quiet during intimate times like this. The kiss was turning feverishly and intoxicating. You felt that warm feeling in your stomach, an ache between your legs, sending jolts of excitement through your veins.

Wells knew you better than yourself, and he knows how you get. So before things escalated further, it took him a decent amount of control to reluctantly pull away from your lips.

A beam already crossed his face, as he fluttering his eyes open, "A good morning, indeed,"

You gave him one more peck on the lips, before placing your head on his chest, and his arm around you. You snuggled further to his warm body. It's heavenly, because it's starting to get colder in Central City.

"Can't we just stay in bed today?" You looked up to him, pouting with puppy dog eyes. It has an effect on him, and you like to push your luck.

"We have to go to work. And Caitlin and Cisco will notice."

You sighed. "I know." Your fingers drew circles on his chest. "Don't you think it's time to tell them, Har? It's been 6 months."

"I just need things to wind down, then we'll tell them," he assured you, though it wasn't enough to convince you, because that was what he said the last time. You're young, not dumb.

"When will that be?" You tried not to sound as if you were forcing him, but sneaking around is becoming tiring.

Wells frowned, uncomfortable with the discussion. "I don't know. Let's not talk about this— come on, we need to get ready." He tried to sit up, but you pinned him down. Your legs over his and hugged him tightly.

"Y/N…" He warned. You didn't bugde, kept him pinned down on the bed.

"Let's just stay in for a little while. How about just one more round?" You suggested playfully, biting your lip.

He opened his mouth to object, but you didn't bother to let him start. You ghosted his neck, your lips trailing up, and planted a kiss behind his ear, his sweet spot. You sucked it to leave a mark. His chest heaved, licked his dry lips and hummed in satisfaction.

"Y/N, w-we need to go," he managed to stutter those words.

Ever so stubborn, you didn't listen. Instead, you hushed him, and started nibbling on his ear. You earned a growl from him.

"Just one. I promised," you whispered seductively.

Your fingertips brushed against the skin of his stomach, traveled lower and lower, down lower abdomen, painstakingly slow just to rile him up. His breathing was getting uneven. His face still maintained a leveled expression, but his blue eyes turned dark, boring into yours. You decided to go for it. You took his length, as he grunted. You slowly pumped the base, torturing him. He couldn't help but let out a guttural groan.

You don't wanna look back later today, and all you remember was you talking about going out in public again. So, make-up sex, even though you didn't really fight.

He gave in. One round turned into two, turned into three, until you both were very exhausted and fell asleep.

You didn't wake up until it was late. Harrison wasn't very pleased with this. You know he had every right to; this the third time he got late, because of you.

He scolded you for sidetracking him, hurrying out of your apartment, not before giving you peck on the lips.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. You exhaled sharply, mentally cursing yourself for having no self control. You and Wells went at it like bunnies in heat.

You hissed, stepping outside. You were a little sensitive, so sore, limbs are like jello. Your legs wobbled as you walked in the hallway. You feel like each step you take, you're gonna collapse to the floor. It's gonna take you a few days to walk properly again. So much for being subtle and discreet. The team will definitely notice.

You entered the cortex. Caitlin and Cisco were present, of course. Cisco was chilling in his seat, feet up on the desk, while fiddling with a pen. As usual was babbling, about how excited he is to know what kind of meta you have to deal with today to Caitlin who was invested in whatever she was doing on the computer.

He paused, seeing you entered the room.

"I take that your date went well last night," he teased.

Caitlin spun her chair around to face you, cocked her head slightly and an intrigued look crossed her face.

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't have a date, Cisco," you insisted.

You know that, of course, they would wonder. Usually, you would come to the lab around Dr. Wells would arrive, just so you can sneak into his tight schedule.

"I just overslept," you lied, not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Funny. Dr. Wells overslept, too," Caitlin commented with knitted eyebrows.

Your eyebrows lifted, surprised. Despite the fact that this happened before, it still surprises you how fast he can get here.

"He's here?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't he be?" Cisco scoffed jokingly.

Your face paled. Oh crap. You were not as good as him.

You opened your mouth, but luckily, Barry, Joe and Wells entered the cortex to save you. They got a case that needed some insights. Members of a crime family had been murdered. Poisoned by gas, specifically. And Joe thinks that it's a Meta.

Wells wheeled to the desk. "Fascinating. A meta-human that can manipulate poison gas," Wells commented.

"Is it just poisonous gas or he can control all aerated substances?" Cisco questioned, walking to the comms, and stood behind Dr. Wells.

Caitlin followed suit. "And how is he able to formulate the connection. Is it physiological or psychological?" She inquired, taking a seat on the chairs, immediately working on something on the computer.

"This individual can create a mental nexus using gaseous substances," Wells said.

"You mean connective gases on a molecular level?" You asked him, eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Yes,"

"That is ridiculously cool," Cisco stated.

"This is so exciting," you squealed, rocking your feet in excitement like a child at an amusement park.

Barry laughed at your reaction, Joe looked at you incredulously.

You changed your expression and mimicked a frown, "I mean, it's devastating. People died. Sad."

"They get really excited about this stuff," Barry said to Joe.

"The only thing I'm excited about is putting criminals behind bars, except Iron Heights isn't exactly equipped to handle meta-humans," Joe stated.

"I guess it's fortunate the ones you've encountered so far no longer with us,"

It really is.

"Well, unless we're planning on executing every super criminal we stop, you geniuses are going to have to come up with someplace else to hold them,"

Joe was right. The number of people affected by the Particle Accelerator was huge, it's hard to track them all down, and killing them all isn't exactly the best approach for this problem.

"A meta-human prison? Sweet," Cisco murmured.

"Until we figure a way to remove their powers,"

"There is one place here that might hold them," All of your heads turned to Cisco in curiosity.

"You can't be serious," Caitlin scoffed. "We haven't been down there since— it's cordoned off."

"Cisco's right," Wells agreed. "It could be modified to acts as a makeshift prison,"

Caitlin looked at them in disbelief. Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. You tried to read the room, though you didn't get what they were talking about that made Caitlin upset. She's always been uptight, sure, but this was different. As if she was hurt.

"What could?" Barry asked.

"The Particle Accelerator," he replied.

It all suddenly clicked. Caitlin's fiancé died because of the explosion. Cisco told you he died down there. The details were vague, the team wasn't very open to discuss whatever happened that night.

Silence hung around the cortex, as everyone shifted uncomfortably. It was a touchy subject. To you, to Barry, to Joe, especially to them; the ones who lose more than anyone in this room.

"Uhm, I guess we should go down," Cisco spoke.

You all agreed. Cisco scurried out of the room immediately. Wells was about to follow Cisco, but turned over his shoulder, asking Caitlin if she wants to come with you.

Caitlin didn't budge. She stared blankly at the distance, lost in her own world. The doctor called out to her again, only to be ignored.

"Caitlin," he called her. Caitlin whipped her head around, raising an eyebrow in question. "Did you hear me? Are you going down the accelerator with us?"

Barry cleared his throat. "Actually Dr. Wells used Caitlin's help identifying the poison gas." He turned to Caitlin. "If that's okay with you."

Caitlin smiled at your brother. "Let's go."

Taking a step forward, your body reminded you how sore you were. You limped as you tried to exit the cortex. You weren't exactly subtle. The team noticed you struggling with... walking.

"You okay, Y/N?" Joe was obviously concerned. "You're walking a little funny,"

Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend's blue ones. He was watching you carefully, just to see how you are going to dodge this. You wonder are you going to, as well.

If you had a dollar for every single person who corners you, you'll have— well, two dollars.

"Yeah," you chuckled nervously. "Just a little sore. Took some workout classes last night, and the trainer was very hard and intense on me." He coughed at your choices of words, blush creeping up on his cheek.

Your lips curved slightly, only for it to fade when Joe pointed at your neck. "Your trainer gave you some hickeys as well?" He questioned.

Your eyes went wide, cheeks turning

into a dark shade of red, hands quickly flew your neck to cover whichever part of your neck he left a mark on. He's not a damn good detective if it weren't for his observation skills.

"I think I heard Cisco calling us. Gotta go! Bye!" You sprinted-staggered out of the cortex.

Joe looked at Caitlin for answers. Caitlin shrugged and answered, "She had a date,"

You all approached the entrance of the accelerator. You've never been here before, it's not like you have any reason to down here, but the thought of wandering the what's underneath the floor you work for that blew a hole in the city did enter your mind countless of times. You didn't want to ask, though. It was a sensitive subject.

It's huge space, hollow, dim, despite the number of lights it has, and there's a lot of pipes. There's not much to say, really.

"The copper in the tube is arranged to form cavities," Wells pointed out, wheeling inside. "And we can use those cavities as containment, which we have to design to counteract meta-humans abilities, but..." He paused, processing a thought.

"This is perfect," Cisco said with a heave of chest. He seemed reluctant, but it was the best option you got.

All of you take a look around, check for somethings that could be faulty or ruptured by the explosion, so you could fix it, before building the makeshift prison. Cisco took the other side, and you followed Wells.

You pulled your cardigan across your chest, and crossed your arms. It felt strange and bone-chilling, almost. Lurking around the place that someone died in. Ronnie, Caitlin's fiancé could have been anywhere in here, before he died. It must be so hard for Caitlin. It must have hurt so bad. She had to go to work everyday to the place where the love of her life was killed. You always wondered what he was like, prior to the whole mess 10 months ago. No one talked about him, and asking seems to be so insensitive for people you just had met. But it's been months, and you're all way past being just colleagues. You're dating your boss.

"You never talked about him," you began.

His eyes wandered around, too busy inspecting to turn to you. "About who?"

You wondered if he was truly oblivious or he just wants to confirm if you were asking about him.

"Ronnie," You saw the way his posture stiffened when you mentioned his name, but he didn't stop or paused.

You felt bad for asking. He never really says anything. You know he feels bad, but he was never vulnerable with it. 6 months of dating, he just never talked about his pain, and during the times he was actually in the state of it, you weren't in his life.

"He was a structural engineer for the project; he was a good man, a smart man," he said.

"And he died down here?" You inquired.

He nodded. "Yes,"

"How?" He slowed down, before eventually stopping.

You were met with silence. You instantly felt bad. You knew that you crossed a line and let your curiosity get the best of you. The details may be too much for him to explain.

You shook your head in regret. "I'm sorry. That was insensitive," you apologized.

"No, it's fine." He waved his fingers dismissively. "He contained the blast; adjusted it to make sure that it would go upward, not outward. He wasn't able to go out, since a lockdown was initiated. He saved so many lives that night, including mine."

You know he felt bad. For Barry, for Ronnie, for everyone. You took a step forward to him, and hugged his shoulders from behind tightly. You gave him a peck on the cheeks, then rested your chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry you lost him," you murmured to his ear.

He sighed, relaxing in your arms, as he put a hand on your arm and rubbed his thumb against the fabric of your cardigan, soothingly.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"How about dinner again tonight? Just to cheer you up," you suggested.

"I thought we're gonna take a break from your cooking,"

You rolled your eyes, but you were the one who suggested it. You need practice, not spontaneous dinner with lack of experiences with cooking meals.

"I know—"

He straightened. "But…?" He already knew that there is an underlying agenda.

You were hesitant to even say it now, but it doesn't hurt to try. Again.

"There's this amazing restaurant that opened last month. They're not that pricey, but they serve a pretty decent steak. So I was wondering if he could go there too, you know, go on an actual date," you whispered the last part with a wince on your face.

You dreaded his reaction, because deep inside, you know what he's going to say. But you kept your hopes up that he might change his mind on the whole thing.

"Y/N…" He exhaled. "You already know what that means. "We talked about this, right? I don't think it's the best time for us to go public with our relationship."

You sighed, exasperated. You unwrap your arms around him. You heard those excuses enough today. "I know, babe. But why do these people matter? We don't need the public's seal of approval for being in a relationship." You argued.

He turned around to face you. You watched him, as he took your hands and kissed your knuckles sweetly. "We don't," he told you sincerely.

"Then why?"

"It's not the best time. Your brother just woke up and he has a new power to deal with. As long everything worked out, we'll talk about it, okay?" His eyes searching into yours for yes, so you look down at your feet.

You knew, of course. He told you that earlier, still you pushed. You always attempt to do this, using every reason and excuse, but it always leads to you being disappointed. You wonder why it still feels the same despite getting this reaction so many times.

This anger bubbled in your chest. "Yeah, I know. It's what you always say," you murmured through your gritted teeth, sarcasm dripping off of it.

He opened his mouth to reply, but you didn't give him a chance to do so, you walked ahead, past him. Wells, who was very aware of your frustration, followed you. He decided not to react or add fuel to fire. It was not the time nor the place.

While inspecting, walking quickly, so you stay a couple of meters ahead of him, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out. A notification popped out of the screen. It was a text from Iris.

"Hey. Are you busy tonight?”

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Part III