#started playing games with the computer on my lap and then looking at the tv screen and i love it it feels very surreal l

[deux-jared]

selling this as professional art

[nosyrobin]

Batboys when their unaffectionate best friend texts them “I love you” out of no where.

Tw: suicide mentions but not done. Reader is gender neutral.

Dick

As soon as he got that text, he either felt happy you started to be affectionate or he felt worried as you never really texted him that. He goes to text you “are you okay?”

And if you don’t answer he’s leaving work and going to your house. His anxiety is eating his stomach alive when he reached your house, he opens them with the spare keys you gave him.

You were just watching tv when you turned at him confused. “Dick?” Immediately dick hugs you, tightly. Now you’re concerned . “Dick?” You said again, worried. “I was worried…thought something happened to you.” He stays at your home until he gets called back to work.

Jason

Just try and do the same shit to him like dick. Don’t answer him? This man’s pulling up to your house immediately when you said “I love you.” Scared that maybe someone who knows him and wants to hurt Jason is after you.

He knows you, more than you know yourself. Literally he’s already at your window banging on it, cursing himself when you don’t open it he goes and bust the window open wide. He can pay for it, don’t worry.

As he stalks around the house holding his gun, he sees you standing in the kitchen holding a knife. This big ass fridge of a man just grabs the knife out of your hand. You scream shocked before seeing it was just Jason.

“What..were you doing?…” he asked firmly. You scoff and grabbed the knife, well tried to as you explained yourself. “I was gonna cut onions before you came in Jay..” you said pointing to the onions Jason had clearly hadn’t seen due to adrenaline.

“Oh. Well love ya too, ima go now. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jason says leaving, that was before he turned around. “Oh yeah and Uhm…your window is broken.” Jason leaves quickly as you gasp and go check your bedroom window. “JASONNNN!!” You yelled in anger.

Tim

It’s late at night, he on his computer doing a report when all he sees on his phone is an “I love you” text from the most unexpected friend ever, you. Immediately Tim is getting up, calling you as he gets dressed to go to your house.

He’s scared, “pick up, pick up, pick up.” You don’t answer. “Fuck!” Tim hangs up and calls again. He knows you had some thoughts of suicidal tendencies, but he’s been by you in your darkest days. So when you just text him that, he doesn’t realize he’s crying when he finally reaches your house.

He’s using a spare key he secretly copied off of your own home key, don’t ask. It’s for procedures like this if you are in danger.

Anyways he immediately screaming your name, if you don’t answer immediately as he screams your name. He’s gonna run up to your room.

But if you immediately yell back his name, he’s running towards your voice. You were in your room relaxing when you see a tired and scared Tim rush at you into a hug. Crying softly as he holds you tight.

“You’re okay right? Why didn’t you answer my calls?!” He says immediately. “My phone died when I texted you…” Tim immediately stopped crying just to give you a “wtf” face. “….are you serious.” Tim had forgotten that you had a terrible habit of having your phone dead at times.

“Yeah.” “..just for this night scare. I’m sleeping here.” Tim says, his body soon gave out easily. Making his heavy body fall on your smaller frame. “Tim! Tim! Get up dude..I’m sorry!? Damnnit!!!”

Damian

The moment that text got sent, it takes him 6 minutes to get to your house. Quietly like the damn ex assassin he is.

His expression and face are hardened holding a katana, bro’s lip in sunken in as he looks around your house. “I don’t know what games you are playing. But it’s not funny L/N.” He says as he then sits on your bed. Katana flat on his lap staring at you intensely. “What, I can’t say I love you to my best friend.” Damian’s glare hardened. “You can, I was just surprised when you texted me those 'words'. Seemed unlikely of you to say that so I had to come to make sure you were secured.”

You deadpanned at the tanned boy in-front of you. “Okay fine, I just wanted to say it incase you felt like you didn’—” “I know you love me, and I …love you too. Now that I know you are okay, I must go.” He says quickly. Looking away to hide his slight flustered face, he lifts up your window sill and jumps out the window. You walk over to see the boy is immediately gone.

[feelingf1]

stress relief - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x female!reader

summary: lando’s home during the break, and you noticed that he’s stressed out. you know exactly how to relieve the stress ;)

warning: NSFW (you probably could have guessed from the title)

authors note: sorry for being inactive, school is KILLING me. i didn’t get the chance to proofread this because i wanted to post something :)

Enjoy! X

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“Oh my God, Max. You’re actually terrible at this game.” You could hear Lando’s voice traveling down from his recording room upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh. Lando knew how to handle pressure, I mean he’s an F1 driver after all, but the pressure when he was playing games was a different story.

You fixed yourself a cup of tea and headed to the living room, opting to watch Lando’s livestream on the TV, feeling like you were missing out on the fun.

You watched as they played Rocket League together. You thought the game was a bit stupid, but that wouldn’t stop you from watching your boyfriend play. You loved to cheer him on doing whatever he loved doing most.

“Max, I swear to God.” Lando said as Max missed the goal. Again.

You couldn’t help but notice that Lando seemed really agitated by Max missing a goal, on a computer game. You sat forward more and watched more attentively. Lando had been stressed out in the last couple of weeks, his car was far from where he wanted it to be, but he told you he was over that.

However, he clearly was not.

“Max, I’m actually going to log off if you miss again. I’m not joking.” Lando’s voiced couldn’t have been more stern, but Max seemed to be oblivious to this. “Yeah right mate, you’re just jealous that I’m better than you.”

That sentence set something off in Lando. He abruptly exited the game and thanked the fans before ending the stream, leaving Max by himself.

“Uh, sorry. Lando got an important phone call he had to take. Thanks for the subs and for watching. See you guys later.” You watched as Max lied, trying to cover for Lando’s sudden exit.

You ran up the stairs to check on him.

Knocking softly on the door, you entered and saw Lando staring into space. When he heard you enter he looked over at you with a soft smile.

You went over and climbed on his lap as he was sitting in his gaming chair, and you softly stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong my love?” You asked, your voice soft.

“I guess I’m not over the car being crap, or Max just brought it out again, I don’t know.” You cupped his face in your hands.

“You don’t have a thing to be worried about, Lan. You’re doing amazing.” You smiled softly, watching his face light up from your compliment.

“Thanks, baby.” He replied.

You peppered kisses down along his neck, each one getting longer. “Does this make you feel any better?” You asked. Lando nodded his head, nearly breathless already.

“You know it.”

You started kissing his neck more aggressively, before you kissed his lips. It was soft at first, but not for long when the passion and desire took over the both of you.

You returned to his neck again, leaving marks that would most certainly be visible tomorrow.

“Everyone needs to see that you’re all mine.” You said, lowly. You could hear Lando moan. “Oh fuck, Y/N.

You grabbed the hem of t-shirt and pulled it off, watching as his chain fell back against his body. You climbed off of his lap and went down on the floor on your knees.

You dragged your tongue from his neck down to his v-line, not forgetting to trace his abs along the way. You could feel that he was hard already, and was not in the mood for waiting around.

“Fuck Y/N, please.” He said between moans.

You opened the button on his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers, watching as his dick sprung up and twitched after being exposed.

You grabbed his balls and started massaging them, watching as his head fell back with pleasure. You took his cock in your other hand and guided it towards your mouth, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before taking him in your mouth.

You didn’t take all of him in your mouth at first as your rubbed the rest of his cock with you hand, but Lando needed all of your mouth.

He grabbed ahold of the roots of your hair and guided your mouth down to his base. Once you got used to his length, you sped up. Lando tried to get some words out, but the were replaced by moans.

You took your hand and reached down your trousers, rubbing your clit. Even though you were supposed to be treating Lando and not yourself, you couldn’t ignore your pussy that was nearly dripping wet now.

Lando looked down and noticed you rubbing yourself and he got harder, so he came up with an idea.

“Ride me.”

You looked up at him. Lando wasn’t really a person that ever asked you that question, but you definitely weren’t going to say no.

You pulled off your jumper, trousers and underwear, leaving you in just your bra. You climbed on to Lando’s lap and he guided his cock towards your hole.

You sunk slowly onto him at first, but once your hole was used to his length, you sped up, bouncing on him.

“I’m gonna cum.” Lando said between moans.

He grabbed your bra clasp and opened it, letting your tits fly out. He watched as they hit against you every time you bounced on him. He grabbed them and starting massaging them, and now you were the one that was moaning.

He started sucking on them, and then using his other hand, started rubbing your pussy at the same time. There was no fucking way you’d be able to hold yourself back.

“Oh shit, Lando-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moaning.

“I’m gonna cum.” You managed to get out, before tilting your head back and moaning.

Seeing you like that made Lando even crazier. “Me too.” He replied.

You grabbed Lando’s hand that was down at your pussy and starting sucking his fingers, lapping up your juices. Lando couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he came inside you.

The feeling of him cumming inside you always drive you crazy, causing you to come straight after.

The room went silent, apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you. You lay down on Lando’s chest, your head lifting and falling with his chest.

“Feel any better?” You asked, you fingers dancing through his head of curls.

“So much better.” He paused, “But do you know what would make me feel way better?”

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Round 2?”

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[markster666]

I'm not sure if I've made a request with you but if I have please feel free to ignore! I just can't stop thinking about reader just going up to Vox and asking if they can play videogames and use his head as the monitor. idk I just wanna fuck with Vox he's hilarious

My Life is Like a Video Game (Literally) - Vox x Reader (SFW)

Pairing: Vox x Genderless!Reader

Tags: Vox, SFW, Comedy, Not a lot of plot, Vox is pissed off, Vox x You, Cursing

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 575

A/N: I saw this request come into my inbox a bit ago and I died of laughter. I hope this lives up to your expectations. Unedited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. Enjoy. LMFAO

You cursed in disgust as the lights went and fucked themselves. You knew Vox had a temperament and when it got BAD, the power shut off everywhere. You were in the middle of beating a really hard boss on Dark Souls, one you spent DAYS UPON DAYS trying to complete, only for his fuck-head lookin' ass to ruin your almost perfect run of it.

You threw down the controller and groaned. You decided to get up and mindlessly walk around the room, actually putting in the time to throw your dirty clothes in the pantry and make your bed.

You were hoping Velvette or Valentino would've calm him down by now, but the complete darkness and lack of gaming audio states otherwise.

You hastily put on your comfort jacket and shoved open your door and slammed it behind you, murmuring obscenities as your feet scuttled down the hallway. Your arms were crossed from how cold it was (the heater electricity was shut off too).

You knocked on Vox's door, stabbing back a foot or two in anticipation of the door opening.

After a few moments, you shouted "VOX!"

Still no answer.

You raised your voice even more, "VOX! OPEN UP THIS FUCKING DOOR OR SO SATAN HELP ME-"

The door opened, slamming against the wall and threatening to break.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT Y/N?!!"

His eyes were glowing red, a snarl coating his face. His hand was still on the doorknob, ready to slam the door in your face at a moments notice.

You rolled your eyes, "I was in the middle of a Dark Souls boss fight and you decided that THAT was the perfect time to completely cut all power."

He groaned in frustration.

"I'm SORRY, okay? I don't know what else to tell ya."

He started closing the door but you pushed past him and into his computer room.

"There's only ONE working TV in all of Pentagram City now..."

He frog blinked at you, closing the door with a look of confusion on his face.

"Um... What are you trying to say?"

You turned to face him, arms on your hips and looking him up and down.

"May I PLEASE use your head-screen thingy to... beat the Dark Souls boss?"

He looked DUMBFOUNDED. Like there's absolutely no fucking way you just asked him that.

"That is probably the dumbest fucking request I have ever gotten from you. No, absolutely not. Power will be back on soon."

He pushed past you, sitting in his chair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion and stress.

You smirked and went up behind him, massaging his shoulders lightly, leaning in close to his ear.

"I'll go and spy on the Radio Demon for ya."

He perked up at this thought, swiveling his chair around to face you.

"Oh? Ya don't say?" He folded his hands on his lap. "Fine, then, but ONLY 10 minutes."

You squeaked in giddy, sitting down and crossing your legs on the floor, booting up your controller and he switched his monitor to Dark Souls, trying to stay as still for you as he could.

It ended up taking 8 hours because you had beaten the boss but wanted to keep playing so you just didn't tell him you beat the boss.

And you left him even more angry than he already was. :)

Oh and you also didn't spy on Alastor you truly couldn't give less of a shit.

[mp0625]

Game Time

Taglist. Masterlist.

Matthew Tkachuk x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: LETS GO BOYS!!! I started writing this about four hours ago! Aaaaaaa!!! I finished it just in time!!

A/N pt 2: If y’all want another part let me know!!

“Are you going to the game?”

“Yeah, are you going to the game??”

“Why aren't you at the game? It starts in 10.” The chat on your stream starting to go crazy realizing that you were not going to be at the game to support your boyfriend.

“Hey y’all take a breath.” You say pausing your game mid lap to the protests of your friends who were forced to pause. “Yes, I’m not in Florida, I’m home in Carolina, but Matty understands why I can’t be there.” Panning the camera down to show your two big dogs and then back up. “But I have the next best thing.” You say flipping the camera to show your big Tv and the preshow for game one on. “I haven’t been super into hockey since we got booted in the second round, Matthew understands it and I support him and his team 110 percent to bring home that cup.”

As the minutes ticked down and the game started you had all but abandoned your game and friends. You occasionally said a few words to your stream but your full attention was on the screen behind your computer monitors. As Bobrovsky makes more and more saves, your quiet chanting of Bobby gets louder and louder. When halfway through the second when a fight breaks out your chanting of Bobby changes to “Fight! Fight! Fight!” You turn back to your stream and look at them dead in the camera. “What I’m technically not allowed to fight in games doesn’t mean I can’t tell someone to sock someone else in the face.” You say with a grin. During the second intermission you see a question pop up.

“How do you feel about Necas winning Men’s World?”

“I’m absolutely ecstatic for him! How we lost to the Rangers wasn’t fun, so I’m happy that he got to go win something that big.” As you watch the opening faceoff for the third period, you start to have hope that Matty can do what he and his team tried to accomplish last year. As the minutes tick down Bobby and his boys did it to shut out the Edmonton Oilers.

At your morning phone call with Matthew. He asks. “Y/N why in the hell did you have a 7 hour stream last night.”

“It was my version of a live blog and we had already been streaming for 4 hours before the game and they asked why I wasn’t at the game cheering you on so I showed them I had the Tv on.”

“Y’all ready for game 2? You ask the stream as you finish tidying up the room waiting for the game to start. Nothing major happens in the first half of the first period. When halfway through Edmonton gets the first goal. “Come on!!” It takes until the second half of the second to have Florida score. “Thank you Mr. Mikkola!” As you wait for the third you make the mistake of saying it’s been a slow game. 3 minutes into the third Rodrigues gets the goal that puts them ahead of the Oilers. Then 9 minutes later on the powerplay he gets another goal to make it 3 to 1. “I love you EROD!!” The last goal of the game came with 3 minutes left from Ekblad. At the end of the game you sit back in your chair with a big sigh. “That was a very stressful game. See y’all in 2 days.”

“It’s game 3 and I don’t know how I feel about this, it feels like it’s going too smoothly. We will see how this goes.” The game starts out slow. It takes until 2 minutes left in the first for someone to score first. “Thank you Mr. Reinheart!!!” A minute into the second Edmonton gets the goal and is starting to push back. But Florida retaliates 8 minutes later with Mr. Tarasenko put them back up one. Then 4 minutes later with 2 back to back goals to bring them up 4 to 1. “Thank you!!!!! One more period left we got this!” 6 minutes into the third Edmonton pushes back to make 4 to 2. “Come on!! That was stupid.” 8 minutes later Edmonton pushes back again to make it 4 to 3. “That was a scary close game, I’m slightly scared for game 4.”

“Welcome back to your favorite hockey player and streamer live blog of the Stanley cup finals. Will the Panthers be able to sweep the Edmonton Oilers? We will see tonight! The Florida Panther’s are the visiting team to Edmonton Oilers home Arena Rogers Place. We will see if the boys can do it tonight!” You say turning on your camera so the viewers can see your Panthers jersey. “The Tv is on and it is time.” As the first period rolls by with no penalties or goals. As the second is starting, you whisper under your breath. “Come on Matty!” At the opening face off the puck goes straight to Matthew and he starts going down the ice as hard as he can. “Brakeaway! Brakeaway! Brakeaway!” As Matthew makes it to the net with the puck in hand Skinner is readying himself but where he thinks Matthew is he isn’t, and he gets the first goal of the game. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank everything!” You sit back in your gaming chair with a sigh. “Elle.” You call to the chocolate lab that is dead asleep in her bed unaware of what just happened. “Your daddy just got a goal!” Hearing her daddy’s name she starts wagging her tail. The first goal is the one that broke the dam. Matthew drew a penalty on Draisaitl which gave the Panthers the power play they need to get the next goal by their captain, the one Aleksander Barkow. “Barky!” When back at even strength they lose the puck in the Panthers zone and no one sees it slid in behind Bobrovsky. “Oh come on you got to be kidding me!” As time runs out on the clock for the second. You take a sip of your drink and sigh. “That was an interesting period, at least we are leading!” As you wait anxiously for the third to start, you see messages of excitement and hope roll across the stream’s chat.

“They got this!”

“I believe in them!”

“They do have this! Let’s go boys!” You end with a shout. At the start of the third you are nervous they could sweep or lose and win it at home. Five minutes into the third. A one mister Evan Rodrigues get not one but two goals back to back within 30 seconds of each other. “Yesss, EROD!!!” After the second goal, the fourth of the game you could tell Skinner was super rattled. You knew as time ticked down you knew the win was imminent. With 10 seconds left in one last ditch try the Oilers pull Skinner and send out Conner McDavid as he’s skating and picks up the puck he slams it back and it just slips in over Bobrovsky shoulder. “Come on!” You stand up and slam your hands on your desk. But the Oiler last ditch effort wasn’t enough to stop the Panthers as the final few seconds tick off, the boys start gathering. They did it the first cup in 30 years of the team and what they worked so hard for and almost touched last year. “Yessssss!! Thank you!!” You scream and jump up from your chair. “Sorry to leave so quickly, but there are a few people I need to call.” You pull out your phone and Text Matty. “YOU DID IT I'M SO SO PROUD OF YOU!!! WE ALL ARE!!” As you send it you include a picture of you, Elle, and Jet.

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12

@slafgoalskybaby @swissboyhisch

@wondershells @cixrosie

There might be a few I’m forgetting to tag

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Hopelessly Bad at Self Care

Sicktember Day 1: "Hopelessly Bad at Self Care"

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: G | CW: eye pain

@sicktember | divider art by @saradika

Summary: Steve’s eyes hurt from reading on the computer so Eddie finds a perfect solution.

Find me on Ao3!

Steve sat on the couch with his laptop, struggling to make sense of the dancing words of the document in front of him as Eddie sat next to him. Steve worked in admissions and was put in charge of reading and editing a few new grants for the next year. The formal language of grants was new to him, and he could feel the throbbing headache that came with reading such small print on the computer. 

Even with his attempts to increase the font and lower the brightness, fifty-five pages of print was becoming a little too much for his eyes. Rubbing only made the pain worse and the blue light glasses hadn’t helped enough to warrant wearing them.

His eyes were burning like twin wildfires as he squinted. Giving up, Steve sat back with a groan of annoyance. He’d have to just wake up early to finish it.

“You want me to put in those dry eye drops we got?” Eddie asked.

Steve turned to glance at him. 

Eddie wore his usual sweatpants and tee, and the headset for the game he was playing was balanced around his neck. He sat in an easy folded seat with the Switch controller balanced on his knee. His paused game of Mario Kart blinked on their TV. 

“Yeah, but I forgot them at my desk.” Steve blinked hard and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them, hoping the tingling pain would subside, but the burning continued.

Eddie closed out of his game and set the controller aside to turn to Steve. “I’ll pick some up tomorrow so there’s some at the house. But c’mere lemme see ‘em?” 

Steve scooted closer to Eddie. Slowly but surely, Steve pried his eyes open and winced at the way they seemed to sizzle in protest. He blinked, and tried to keep them open so Eddie could inspect them.

“Shit, Stevie, they’re an angry red,” Eddie sympathized. “Can I?” Eddie reached for the laptop at Steve’s nod and pulled it onto his lap. “You said you’ve got fifty five pages to go through? And this is just one grant?”

Steve tilted his head back against the couch. “Yeah, something like that.”

“I can read it to you,” Eddie suggested, as he scrolled through the document. “Geez, they fit a lot in these. But if you’re able to listen and take notes, I don’t mind reading it.”

Steve shook his head slowly in protest. “Eds, it’s your time off. You should be kicking Dustin’s ass in Mario Kart.”

“Your eyes look like they want to fall out of your skull,” Eddie pressed. “You said you’ve got like, what, another week or so of this?”

“Yeah, meeting’s at the end of next week. And I’ve got three grants to go over.”

Eddie winced, and started reading. 

“Eds…” Steve cracked open one red eye. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Eddie gave Steve’s knee a squeeze.

So Steve nodded and closed his eyes as Eddie began to read. 

[sapphireginger]

Don’t Go Earth-Quaking My Heart

AO3 Link

Summary:

Stiles huffed and crossed his arms, his lips forming an adorable pout. “I’m a grown man and I can do what I want. I don’t need a babysitter.” If it wouldn’t totally invalidate his point, Stiles would have stomped his foot.

It was just after ten pm when Stiles sat back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He took off his glasses and sighed. He’d been at this for hours and still had a lot to do. After checking the time, he figured another hour or two couldn’t hurt and quickly dove back in.

Two hours later, Stiles was still typing away on his computer, but had to take a break to get rehydrated and find something to quell the rumbling in this stomach. He got up to get a drink and fix himself a sandwich.

Suddenly, a siren blared loudly and the ground began to shake. Stiles took up a place in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Than he ducked under the dining room table just off the kitchen. From his hiding place, Stiles could just barely see his desk in the office on the other side of the living room.

As the earthquake intensified, his computer started to slide towards the edge of the table. He began to panic at the thought of losing all of his hard work. He knew it was stupid and that computers could be replaced but the panic building inside him couldn’t be reasoned with. Right as his laptop started to fall off the edge, he scrambled out from under the table and ran over to catch it.

A crack formed on the ceiling, startling him and a piece of plaster fell. The debris collided with the back of Stiles’s head. He was immediately knocked unconscious, his computer clutched tightly to his chest.

💻 ⟡ 🌋 🤍 🌋 ⟡ 💻

When he woke up in the hospital, Danny was sitting by his bed, a laptop–a laptop that looked like Stiles’s laptop–balanced in his lap. The tech wizard’s fingers were flying across the keyboard in a blur. When he noticed Stiles had woken up, he glared at him despite the relief in his eyes. “You stupid idiot,” he snapped.

Stiles blinked his Bambi eyes wide and pouted, his brow furrowing.

Danny huffed and rolled his eyes. “Remember when I showed you how to upload your works to the cloud?”

Stiles nodded, his throat scratchy. “Yeah.”

Danny set the computer aside and helped Stiles drink some water. Once he had set the cup aside, the tech whiz turned the computer to face the injured man and gestured to the list of files. “These are all of your files and documents.”

Stiles’s eyes widened and then he noticed the computer was a brand new version of his old one. “Wha–”

The tech guy sighed and closed the computer, setting it on the hospital table. He crossed his arms. “You’re an idiot. You could have died. And for what? A computer of all things! You ridiculous imbecile. No self preservation at all. A computer is replaceable. You. Are. Not.”

Stiles huffed softly, warmth pooling in his chest and he smiled at the other man. “Th’nk y’u,” he slurred as the pain meds kicked in and offered another smile this one more fond. “You love me and wouldn’t change me for the world.” Then he passed out.

Danny took Stiles’s hand and laced their fingers together before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the unconscious man’s forehead. He rested his forehead against Stiles’s own and sighed, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “It’s anyone’s guess why, but I do love you, Bambi.”

Stiles had to remain under observation for at least a week and Danny didn’t let him have access to his computer at all. Technically Stiles wasn’t supposed to watch TV or stare at any screens until the concussion was sorted out. So, Danny read to him, sang to him, played board games with him and just relaxed in silence with him.

💻 ⟡ 🌋 🤍 🌋 ⟡ 💻

Once they finally released him with strict instructions to take it easy and relax as well as scheduling a checkup in a couple weeks, Stiles found himself in a taxi with Danny.

Neither spoke until the taxi stopped and Stiles frowned in confusion. “Danny? Where are we?”

Danny smirked and hopped out to go around and open Stiles’s door. “My place of course. I wasn’t going to leave you homeless and your place is a hazard zone. Not to mention that from now on I intend to keep an eye on your computer time and of course keep an eye on you.”

Stiles huffed and crossed his arms, his lips forming an adorable pout. “I’m a grown man and I can do what I want. I don’t need a babysitter.” If it wouldn’t totally invalidate his point, Stiles would have stomped his foot.

His friend ignored him and led him inside. It wasn’t until they got everything put away and Danny gestured for Stiles to join him on the couch that either of them spoke. Once the amber eyed man was seated, Danny took a deep breath and said, “I was so scared, Bambi. I got the call and I—” He choked back a sob. “I thought I had lost you.”

It was then that Stiles realized just how upset and hurt his friend was. He and Danny had always been close. They were the ones who supported each other when they both came out as gay their sophomore year of high school. They’d been inseparable since preschool.

“I-I’m sorry, Danny. I didn’t know that—I didn’t mean to make—I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?”

Danny shook his head and snagged Stiles’s hand. He gently rubbed small circles on the back of Stiles’s hand with his thumb. “I know. It’s okay. I just need you nearby. Okay?”

Stiles swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Hey, Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

Danny looked up at Stiles and met his gaze as he gently kissed the amber eyed man’s hand. “I love you, Bambi.”

Stiles’s breath hitched. “Oh, Danny. Fuck I love you too! I know I was high on painkillers but I meant it!”

The two guys chuckled and then stilled, searching each other’s faces for any hesitation or doubt. When neither found any, they leaned closer and pressed their lips together. Stiles hummed softly and threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of Danny’s neck. Danny melted into the kiss, cupped Stiles’s jaw with one hand and gripped Stiles’s hip with the other.

When they pulled apart, Danny smiled and nipped Stiles’s lip. “You know what this means right?”

“No. What?”

Danny rubbed their noses together and smirked. “Don’t you dare go earth-quaking my heart.”

Stiles’s eyes widened and then he burst out laughing, Danny joining him quickly after. They laughed until they cried and then curled up together to just be.

Then, a few minutes later, just as they were drifting off, Stiles whispered softly in Danny’s ear, “I promise I’ll never break your heart.”

Danny smiled and kissed Stiles’s forehead. “Good, cause I’ll never break yours either.”

“Love you, Koʻu aloha.”

“And I love you, Ko'u Puuwai.”

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “can we take this off and get naked?” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — SMUT, pure smut, riding, creampies, degradation, jk’s a big fat meanie :( , y/n likes it tho, she kinda wanted to cock warm him??? dunno he’s playing games tho at first lmao, CHAIR SEX FOR THE WIN.

"Yugyeom quit fuckin' around, we're losing cause of you!"

It's been like this for about the past hour since you and Jungkook got home from having dinner and watching some movie at the theaters. You were lazily sprawled out in his bed, watching some anime on the TV while Jungkook sat at his desk playing some game you didn't know of.

You didn't mind the cursing and yelling coming from him cause well, it's Jungkook. Though you did start getting a little lonely, it was no fun watching anime all by yourself when Jungkook was more than capable of coming to cuddle you in his big arms.

You could already picture it! Jungkook would be shirtless because he always took his shirts off and gave them to you before bed (but you were already wearing his shirt duh). You'd be all wrapped up in his arms, leg tossed over his hip as you watch the new episode of My Hero or Demon Slayer. Maybe if you wanted to you could give him kisses all over and then he'd give you kisses all over and it'd just be a fun time!

Yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. Too bad he was playing his games. You had begun to pout without realizing it, who else was going to lay on your tits and use them as pillows? Luna wasn't here to lay on them and Jungkook wasn't paying attention. You didn't like this... not one bit >:'(

"Hmph." You glared at the computer screen that was taking up so much of your boyfriend's time, it was YOUR time not theirs. "Gonna show you whose time it is." You mumble quietly and slip out of bed, sauntering over as you gently slide Jungkook's chair back.

He's in visible confusion and turns to look at you in question, hands still hovering over his keyboard and mouse since you didn't really pull him that far anyways. You slip under his arms and climb on to his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his shoulder. Jungkook relaxes into the seat immediately and wraps his arms around you as he scoots the chair back in.

"Nah man, I was fixing my chair." Jungkook mumbles a bit lower this time, kissing the side of your head as he goes back to playing. He even lowers the volume and tones his comments down, limiting them to just small talk and slight curse words, nowhere near as loud as before.

Your eyes are closed as you peacefully rest your eyes and take a little cat nap on him. Jungkook occasionally jerks a little in the seat, jostling you just a little bit in his lap but you don't mind. In fact you find yourself seeking more of him because in the middle of all that you can feel his heavy cock sitting inside his sweats press against you, and you're not wearing anything other than his shirt and panties.

He presses up just nicely against you, it feels like enough to grind down on him and get pleasure but knowing you... you don't want grinding. You want the REAL deal, and you want it now.

"Yugyeom," Jungkook bites back another curse when he feels it, you grinding down on him. At first he doesn't say much and it's probably because he thinks you're doing it by accident or something. So he doesn't comment and goes back to playing the game. That is until he feels you do it again, only this time you moan, soft and sweet the way he likes it.

You turn your face to hide in his neck, lips parting as you softly moan and continue grinding your hips in tiny circles. His cock throbs pathetically in his sweats and right away you know he's gone commando. You gently kiss his neck and suckle on the patch of skin there, tongue pressing down and applying the slightest of pressure.

He sucks in a breath, clearing his throat as he furiously pushes at some keys and clicks his mouse, "Yeah, I heard you.." He mumbles.

You're having a lot of fun with this, heat pools in your panties as your pussy slicks up with anticipation. This is all so new to you, usually you're not the one initiating anything and usually you don't take control/charge like right now. You could used to this if anything.

Jungkook lets out a choked groan when you suddenly slip your hand down between the two of you, sliding inside his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Your delicate fingertips take ahold of the tip and rub around it, smearing the precum that built up from your little teasing. His hips jump in surprise, and he barely has time to answer Yugyeom when his friend asks him a question.

"You good bro?"

".. Yeah," he breathes out, looking down between the two of you where your hand is slipped inside his sweats. He nearly moans but bites his bottom lip in efforts to not give away what was happening.

You pout softly, really wanting nothing more than to slip down to your knees and get his cock into your mouth. You crave the weight of it on your tongue, you want him to hit the back of your throat and make you gag on it. This will do you suppose, turning your face and kissing the side of his face and leaning over to glide your lips over the corner of his mouth.

Jungkook turns to capture your lips in a quick kiss before he pulls away to reply to his friend. You giggle quietly and tap his hip, motioning to his sweats. He helps you slide them down, fitting them right under his balls as his cock slaps against his abdomen. You nearly drool and reach down to pump it a few more times.

"What were you saying?" Jungkook whispers out, jaw slack and tongue peeking out as he licks his lower lips slowly.

You adjust yourself in his lap and snuggle into his neck as you guide his cock towards your pussy. Your free hand is holding your panties to the side, a small dollop of slick drips from your pussy down on to his cock.

"Okay.. yeah.. yeah I can do that." Jungkook says shakily as he grips the mouse a little too tightly.

Finally you rub his cock against your folds, smearing your slick around first before you pop the tip inside. A low mewl escapes your lips, and you let his cock go in favor of setting your hands on his shoulders for purchase. You slide all the way down until your perky ass meets his thighs.

You hear him swear under his breath as he takes a moment to relax in his chair. You tentatively roll your hips in figures of eights, getting used to the feeling of his fat cock so deep inside of you in this position.

"Mm-" you bite your lip and relax against him, eyes fluttering closed.

Jungkook makes a quiet noise of confusion, probably questioning why you aren't moving yet. You lazily look up at him from where your head lays on his shoulder, "You can keep playing." You softly say as you stare up at him, " 'm gonna take a nap coz you feel so warm." You smile dreamily.

"Baby," he says but Yugyeom whining in his ears cuts him off as he stares slack jawed at you.

You peck his jaw and then his lips, "Was just kidding," you wiggle around, "don't mind me."

You roll your hips slowly, pussy greedily swallowing up his cock and making these little squelching noises. Jungkook pokes his tongue against his cheek as he tries to focus on the game at hand. You notice he isn't replying as much and can only muster out hums and grunts. It makes excitement to hear him moan pool in the pit of your tummy as you squirm around to get a good grip.

"Jungkook we're gonna level up in the que okay so my bad if I take a little long to ready up." You hear from the headset since the room was filled with only your little moans and Jungkook's labored breathing. Perfect.

You sit up and cup his cheeks, bringing him in for a long kiss as you moan into his mouth. Jungkook's hands immediately drop down to your ass and grips both cheeks in hand. He starts moving you in his lap, kneading your ass and grinding you back and forth on his cock. The delicious friction it brings nearly has you drooling.

"Mm..mm.." You shakily reach behind you to mute his mic, struggling with finding the button at first but Jungkook gets the hint and reaches over to slam the off button.

Hell breaks loose once it's off, a whimper bubbles out of your throat and you start slamming your hips down on his. The sound of your ass meeting his thighs fills the entire room as you bounce on his cock. The chair begins to lightly creak in protest from the weight of you and him and for a minute you think it's gonna cave in.

"Fuck," Jungkook harshly breathes out as his lips part, "baby couldn't wait so you had to come bounce on my cock like the desperate little slut you are?" He groans slapping your ass, "That's it baby, fuck yourself on my cock, you can ride me better than that."

The little whimpers and moans that leave your mouth rise in volume, you're eager to show him you can take his cock and make him feel good too. :( You reach behind you to set your hands on his knees for support, " 's not e-enough..!" You whine loudly.

"Then make it enough," he growls back, "you wanted to be a little bitch in heat so act like it." He slaps your ass harder, making a louder whine escape your lips.

He gives you a look and you sniffle softly in defeat, "Meanie." You mumble and set your hands on his shoulders, riding him more earnestly now.

You huff with effort and set a pace you both like, not too fast and not too slow either. The clapping noises get louder and lewd squelching add to the mix of the filthy fucking. A ring of white forms around Jungkook's cock as you get it wetter and wetter, the slick dribbles down to his balls and on to the floor. The slide is so wet you have to force yourself to focus on the task at hand because quite frankly you want nothing more than to clean up all this mess with your tongue.

Jungkook's moans rise in volume alongside yours, occasionally turning into breathless pants and sighs. He has a death grip on your ass, fingers leaving little prints here and there wherever he grabs. "Doing so good for me baby, look at you making a mess all over my cock. Gonna have you clean every last drop of it, 's only fair since one of yours holes made the mess." He licks his lips, tilting his head up to watch you through hooded eyes.

"Jungkook..!" You squirm, " 's not enough I want you to touch me." You pout.

"Where?" He smirks.

You whine loudly, "You know.."

"Actually I don't, c'mon be a little smarter than that baby, or you too cock drunk to even answer?" Jungkook slips his hand from your ass and cups your tit, "I can touch you in so many places it's hard to tell where you want me." He murmurs and leans forward to engulf your nipple in his mouth.

You let out a moan, "There too," you grab his other hand and guide it between the two of you, "I want you here though."

His finger comes into contact with your throbbing clit, you mewl happily and rock your hips back and forth on his cock, "Yes.. like that," you softly whine, "more, more.."

Jungkook presses down on the sensitive bud and flicks it back and forth, "You gonna cum baby?" He licks his lips.

You nod eagerly, going back to bouncing in his lap, only this time faster, "I'm gonna cum," you whimper, "so close..!"

"Then cum for me, let go baby c'mon," Jungkook whispers once he lets your nipple go with a lewd little pop, he brings you down for a sweet kiss and holds you to him as he bucks his hips.

His cock slides deep and hits those sweet spots with ease, your hips desperately seek more and more. Your orgasm draws nearer and nearer, tummy doing flips as it grows hot down between your thighs.

"Jungkook!" You cry out weakly, back arching and hips going stiff as you cum hard on his cock, completely soaking his cock and making a even bigger mess than before.

Jungkook growls lowly and doesn't let up on your poor overstimulated clit until you're crying out for him to stop as you shakily reach down to push his hand away. He grabs ahold of both your cheeks and grips them tightly as he begins fucking up into you.

"That's it baby, greedy little pussy sucking me in." He whispers.

The creaking gets a louder and there's a flopping sound from where his balls hit your ass with each thrust. You can only mewl and hold on as you wait for him to finish inside your cunt.

Jungkook comes a few seconds later, hissing through gritted teeth as he steadies you and rolls your hips slowly. He milks his cock through his orgasm, filling you up just nicely. A satisfied little sigh leaves you and you snuggle closer to him like a little kitten.

"Mmm carry me to the bed please?" You pout.

"After we clean you up," he murmurs back, "you still gotta pee 'member baby?" He turns his mic on and tells an angry Yugyeom he's done playing for the night, "I got busy and I need to help my girl with something."

He ignores the little curses sent to him as he logs off and hangs up from the call, "Okay baby, up you go."

You make a little "wee" noise as he lifts you up and carries you off to the bathroom for a well deserved shower, and if you end up letting him fuck again that's your business.

HE’S BACK! I haven’t figured out how to finish his Halloween special so that might be later on -.- im feeling a bit better now so i might as well focus on writing hehe.

TAG LIST: @fragmentof-indifference @jungkooksseuphoria @kooliv @angelarin @jjeonjjk7 @jungkookminthairwhen @pb-n-juju @ellesalazar

[miekasa]

I’m in love with the idea of twitch streamer bf eren

OKAY ME TOO!! Easily top 3 best Eren concepts imo it’s just so good and so... him, he falls on the gamer himbo boyfriend side of the scale for sure

Let’s start with his setup: purple and/or green with a dark wood tabletop. He keeps the lights green during the day or when his computer is idle, and mixes in the purple when it’s dark out because he likes the Ambiance. 

Only one monitor and do not let him buy another one no matter how much he claims he needs it. He does not. He has a TV in his room tho, but it’s not mounted above or near his desk; it’s on the opposite wall that faces his bed. Laying down and watching Netflix takes priority.  

He’s a sucker for themed keyboards/keycaps. If he finds a set themed around his favorite show or a character he likes, he’ll buy it. No self control.

The majority of his keyboards have that super clacky almost officey sounding click to them, and he’s obsessed with it. Sometimes he fucks around on Google Docs typing nonsense just to hear the keyboard make noise.

Puts in special keycaps on the ones with your initials on whichever keyboard he’s using at the moment <3 gamer boyfriend things <33

Always swears he wants to do some kind of special event or thank you for subscriber/follower milestones, but he never catches his own milestones ����😭 by the time he realizes he has 100k subs, he’s already on 103k or something 

Then he calls you, his friends, and his subscribers fake for not pointing it out to him like sir it’s right there on your screen please. All you had to do was LOOK

If he’s in the middle of a game and he really has a to pee, or he’s gotta go do something, he’ll yell for you, and you come in, obviously slightly worried, but then Eren is just hurriedly giving you instructions, “Here, press left or right to move, spacebar to fire, avoid these, kill those. That ugly look thing to the left is Jean, and over there is his character. You’re teammates, I’ll be right back,” before he puts his headphones on your head and runs off. Now you’re left to fend for yourself, good luck.

He can be gone anywhere from 30 seconds to 30 minutes 😭😭 if he’s gone for a short amount of time, he comes back with just as much chaotic energy to take back his headphones and shoo you away as he did to throw it all on you pls.

Other times, he’ll go and make a whole ass meal and come back sauntering in with a half eaten grilled cheese in hand, “Oh shit are you still playing, babe—hey you’re doing really well, look at you go!”

When you’re not there, he mentions you a lot, because he’s always thinking about you no matter how small it is; even just the design of a character would prompt him to a make a comment, “I don’t think my girlfriend has ever played this, but I know she’d main this character.” 

Does he invite you to play a game he knows you’ve never played or are bad at with him on his stream, knowing full well he’s an ace at it and will crush you publicly? Absolutely. Without a doubt. 

There’s always a very shameless, not at all subtle shoutout to his Instagram in the middle of all his streams please, he’ll be playing a game and randomly it’s like, “Fire pic on Instagam by the way, go like that.” 

His comments are pretty respectful whenever you’re there or he mentions you; there’s a few cheeky randoms who like to make donations whenever you’re on the screen or say some inappropriate stuff, but Eren’s learned to just ignore it. It doesn’t make him happy, and he might tell people to chill if it’s excessive, but he won’t call out anything explicitly and make you uncomfortable while you’re there. 

Sometimes Connie will make a comment about how you’re hot, and that’s definitely something Eren will call out and bring attention to, more so to mock Connie than anything. 

At one point, his subscribers keep asking for more content with you (especially if you’re not there often/it’s been a while since people have seen a peek of you), to which Eren will pout because, “Hey, this is my Twitch-- now, look, you’ve gotten your Eren’s hot girlfriend privileges revoked for the week.”

Terrible at doing unboxing videos whenever he gets sent product because he just rips things open 😭😭 he’s too eager to do ASMR or gentle/detailed unboxing, he just wants to test out the new parts as soon as possible. 

Abuses his spinny gamer chair. Spins himself dizzy on it (yes, while he’s streaming and waiting for lobbies/things to load), spins you dizzy on it when you’re just trying to be comfy, spins the both of you dizzy when he’s trapped you on his lap. 

He’d be one of those lucky people who gets a cool single name user/ID. Like he gets just @eren or @jaeger/yeager, because his name is pretty unique, but I can totally see him going the typical fun gamer tag route. 

His content is anything from him streaming Overwatch and COD to terraforming his Animal Crossing island, he does not discriminate. One day you could get Eren calling Jean a fucking dumbass for not healing him, and the next day he’s doing his best impressions of Timmy and Tommy.

Do not put it past him to build you a whole ass PC setup if you express the slightest interest in one, even if it’s not solely for gaming/you wanna use it for work/school. He’ll do it. He’ll make his hyperfixating work for him. 

Plus then he’d get to give you one of his old keyboards and give you special keycaps with his initials and go on about how he’s officially got a gamer gf even if all you can do is press the spacebar <33 

[bokuroskitten]

c-cockwarming with kuroo kenma bo ushi and iwa? 😳

I’ve got some real big brained anons asking me real big brained asks😌

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〈 Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Ushijima and Iwaizumi and how they like cockwarming

✵ genre: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

✵ warnings: cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics (daddy, papa, & sir titles used), mentions of voyeurism

Kenma would have you warming him up all the time if he could, so every chance he gets he’s calling you over. Gaming, streaming, watching tv, doing just about anything, he loves sliding you down nice and slow on his cock. Your walls have been fit to his cock by now, so it’s always the perfect squeeze when you sit on him. Typically he’ll have you sit in his lap, back against his chest so you can do what you want as well, but mostly it’s so whenever he is live steaming he can suddenly thrust within you, watch the way you desperately try to keep your composure so the chat won’t start talking about how flushed you suddenly look.

“K-Kenma...” you murmur softly, feeling the warmth from your face slowly begin to spread along your chest. A smirk flickered over Kenma’s features, only for a brief moment, before he was back to that serious look, eyes glued to his game. “Yea babe?” He spoke, nonchalant as ever. That had your cheeks puffing up briefly, eyes darting from his game to the webcam that had the little green light on. You knew very well the stream was on, and considering the number in the bottom corner just kept steadily rising, you couldn’t just blurt out loud ‘Quit moving your hips’. Before you could even really get the thought out, Kenma knew, thrusting his hips up once more. One fluid motion of his body and his cock was hitting perfectly along your sweet spot. This time you couldn’t hold back the little Yelp that bubbled from your lips. Kenma had to laugh, quick to mute his mic as the chat began to pop off. He wouldn’t turn it off though. Oh no. He just got close to your ear, whispered in that voice he knew you loved.

“Better relax Kitten, or I’m gonna have to fuck you right here on stream. So sit pretty for me... unless my naughty girl wants it... you want it, baby?”

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Kuroo is on his computer a lot, doing work and attending online meetings. He has set up a nice little office space for himself and he finds himself in there a little more than he likes. Especially since he has such a cute little kitty at home just waiting to be played with. Sometimes, when you just can’t stay away from him you poke your head in the door, the little mewl you let out making Kuroos brows twitch. Only a couple of pleas from your pretty lips has him caving. He likes when you straddle him, your little cunt fluttering so perfectly around his cock. He also likes how hard you cling to him, face in his neck and fingers getting lost in the hairs at the nape of his neck. Whenever he feels your hips begin to rock he’ll tsk, putting an easy stop to it.

“Kitty, don’t get greedy,” Kuroo speaks right beside your ear, goosebumps easily rising along your arms as you let out a needy whine. You hope it’s pretty enough to make Kuroo cave, or at least enough to make him let go of your hips. “P-Please Daddy, needa feel more of you in my cunny.” And it was true, you’re puffy walls were currently hugging him so perfectly, squeezing along his cock. Your legs tightened about his waist, wanting to add some friction to your clit that was currently throbbing for it. But Kuroo still had work to do, and even though your pleas made him weak at the knees, made his resolve wanna crumble so he could fuck you right here on the desk, he had to teach his pretty baby some patience. So he gave your rear a swat, a warning along with a hum.

“I know baby I know... your cunny is just fluttering like crazy around Daddy’s cock today. But just a little longer. So no more whining.”

You clung to him tighter, muffling your whines into the side of his neck and suckling the skin there instead. You stilled your hips though. Kuroo had to smile, fingers beginning to tap away at his keyboard again while your perfect velvet walls hugged his cock.

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Part of Bokuto’s job was staying fit, considering he was constantly active out on the court. The gym he set up in your shared apartment was nothing short of impressive, and you couldn’t help poking in there while he was grunting away. Skin shining with sweat, muscles ripping as he lifted the next set of weights, you couldn’t help but lick your lips, or the little flood that happened between your thighs. Usually, Bokuto could wait until he was done, but sometimes you just looked too good, so desperate and needy as you clung to that door frame, basically drooling at him. He would take a seat, pulling you into his lap.

“12...13...14...” Bokuto’s voice was strained in the best possible way, his chest fluttering as you suddenly clenched down around him. He slowly lowered the weights to his sides a grin growing on his face as he felt your little nails dig deeper into his thighs. He pressed up into you, grin growing at the yelp you released. You could feel your cheeks heat up, pussy desperately milking his cock when it slapped against your cervix. “P-Papa!” You whined, looking back at him with tears swimming in your pretty eyes. “‘M sorry pretty Birdy... sometimes I can’t help but tease you when this perfect little cunt is squeezing me so good.” He pressed a few kisses along your cheeks, before he took hold of your jaw, forced your eyes back on the mirror in front of the two of you. “But Papa needs more motivation so he finishes his workout. So spread so legs back open, wanna see your pussy splitting.” And you had no choice but to listen, only thinking of how he’d pin you to the mirrors later to fuck you stupid. So you lulled your legs back open, biting your lip as he moaned at the sight of your stuffed hole.

“Perfect...” he breathed, keeping his eyes glued to the reflection as he hauled the weights back up to continue his count.

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Ushijima isn’t much for PDA. Those little touches you always give him, running those pretty fingers along toned arms in public. It’s just too much for him. But Ushijima is a collected man, knows how to hold himself back. And know very well you’re doing it all on purpose. You’re his pretty baby, after all, he knows how you like to tease, pressing into his side on the subway or leaning down to look at something with a skirt that’s just a little too short. Ushi knows, when the two of you get home, your frame already vibrating with excitement, he had no problem pulling you onto his cock.

“More... more Sir....” the whine you release around his fingers as he stuffs them between your lips is high pitched, almost a little offended as tears swirl in your gaze. But Ushijima doesn’t budge, doesn’t move one inch other than his long fingers which are now pumping in your mouth. Your left whimpering around him, his cock throbbing within your walls and stretching you open without even moving an inch. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so handsy today and just asked for some dick like a good girl, you wouldn’t be in this position.” Ushijima huffed out, brows knitting together at the mess of drool that already started to bubble down your chin and around his knuckles. “But because you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you’re gonna keep my cock warm until I feel like fucking, are we clear.”

He knew you couldn’t respond, but the mewl you release as your fingers dig deeper into the skin of his thighs is satisfying enough to have a subtle smirk twitching on his lips.

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Iwaizumi likes the closeness that comes along with cock warming, especially after a long day. There are some days where your schedules just don’t aline until late into the evening when the sun has already set. You’re both too exhausted for any sort of sex, but still want to be close to one another, want to share soft kisses and embraces. So once you two have dressed down for the night you curl up on your shared bed, finding a comfortable spot together.

“Princess...” Iwaizumi sighs into your ear, his palms slipping under the fabric of your shirt so he could the warmth of your skin. You mewl in response, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before pressing wet kisses along the column. “Love you so much daddy...” you murmur back to him softly, your eyes fluttering a bit as he twitched between your walls. He was slowly growing, filling you up inch by inch until that familiar squeeze was apart between your thighs. It always felt so good, being stuffed by him when you drifted off into sleep. A smile curled on Iwa’s sleepy features, the familiar grip of your cunt around his dick making him sigh out in content.

“Love you too, my pretty princess.” He kisses along the crown of your head, hands massaging down your back as you cling to him tighter, sleep weighing down your eyes.

[cowboyb1ues]

if you haven't got any ideas yet maybe something like you put together a birthday party for him? while he's away and he got no clue and it can be in his house and it's just his closest friends and family and it's all fluffy and cute and smutty if you want and then in the end he's asking you to move in or something because 'you're always here anyway sneaking around' idk

Birthday bash

Thank you lovely anon for feeding my poor brain😫 I hope this does your idea justice, but it's a bit rushed and small since i didn't have a lot of time. Anyway, my mind is too fried to write smut so it's just fluff but that never hurt anyone, right? also it’s a bit different from my usual writing style (at least in my head) so let me know if it’s trash lol.

Celebrating Mason's birthday with the ones that mean the most to him and him asking a question he’s been dying to ask.

Mason Mount x fem!reader (2.7k)

My masterlist :)

Despite the many people filling the big house, there was not a sound to be heard from the outside when Mason pulled up to the empty driveway. He sighed when he turned off the car and just sat back in the driver’s seat, his mother’s voice echoing through the car as she continued to talk about some nonsense TV show his dad had recently become obsessed with.

The day had been long; training had dragged on longer than he had anticipated and the January cold had settled in his bones during the many hours of running around.

When he had finally been able to get home he had smiled at how you had let yourself into his house while he had been gone. You had been buried neck deep in books and essay plans, merely sparing him a glance and a small sweet kiss before turning back to the mess on the dinner table.

When you had finally finished with your work for the day you had found him hiding out in his game room, hoodie pulled over his head while he sat and almost robotically played a game on his computer.

You had leaned down over the chair and had wrapped your arms around his shoulders and awkwardly buried your head in the crook of his hoodie covered shoulder while mumbling a gentle ‘happy birthday’ accompanied by a series of soft kisses against the base of his throat.

He had opened his arms and you were quick to settle yourself in his lap with your arms still around his shoulders. He mindlessly continued to play his game with his head resting against yours as you quietly talked about your day.

He told you about training and the sweet video Jaz had sent of Summer singing a questionable version of Happy Birthday, while you told him about the assignment you had to hand in over the next couple of days.

When it had become time for dinner you had looked oh so sweetly up at him, the look that almost effectively thawed up his still frozen body, and had asked if he could go to the store and pick up the missing ingredients for his favourite dinner that you had decided to make.

With a parting kiss and a gentle tap to your jean clad hip he had slipped out of the front door and had made his way to the nearest grocery store. As if it had all been timed, his mother had called him when he was about halfway home again. He knew how much she adored talking on the phone, him and his siblings often joking about it being one of her favourite hobbies, so he wasn’t exactly surprised when the phone call dragged out way longer than it needed to be. 

The conversation had started with the obvious birthday wishes and then it had wandered over to how you were doing, to a thing Summer did when she had visited the last time and had now finally landed on his mother’s irritation with his father’s choice in media entertainment.

As she continued he casted his eyes up to the bedroom window where a soft warm light was gleaming. He could just imagine you trudging around waiting for him to come home so you could dress him up in that apron you had gotten him as a joke for Christmas and have him assist you as you cooked.

As much as he loved his mum, all he really wanted to do was to eat a nice hot meal with you and then finally get to open that present that you had been hiding from him since he had been too busy to open it this morning.

He was about to interrupt his mother and tell her that he needed to go when she broke the conversation herself.

“Oh honey, I have to go but I’ll see you soon, yeah?” she said with an awfully gleeful tone, and if Mason had had the senses to look away from the bedroom window where he was picturing you in one of his old sweatshirts he might have seen her take a quick glance out of the window by the front door.

“Yeah, of course,” he hummed when he finally blinked himself out of his reveries and gathered the tote bag that you forced him to take with him every time he went shopping. “Y/N and I are thinking about dropping down next weekend.”

He opened the car and stepped out in the chilling evening with his phone now balanced between his ear and raised shoulder as he slammed the car door and locked the car.

“That would be lovely,” Debbie giggled and made Mason’s eyebrows furrow lightly at the unexpected sound.

The sound of his trainers crunching over the gravel was the only thing to be heard other than his farewell to his mother as he hung up the phone and placed it back in the pocket of his joggers.

He scratched his nose with closed eyes as he opened the heavy front door, all the lighting turned off until he opened his eyes again.

He blinked as all the light turned on with the sound of a plethora of different voices crying out happy birthday. 

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. His parents and siblings stood with bright smiles amongst his friends and teammates from both the England team and from Chelsea and some of his other friends, new and old.

But slightly off centre stood you.

You with a sweet smile on your lips with your hands clasped together in front of your chest.

You with that pretty shirt that he loves so much because of how it makes your eyes shine and gleam.

You with the necklace he had given you a while back around your neck, the one you refused to take off unless extremely necessary.

Just you.

He let the totebag drop to his feet, completely disregarding any of the contents as he gave you a small smile that held every love declaration he had ever given you.

He was only drawn away from you when he saw a little figure tumble her way across the tiled floor and run into his legs. He looked down and saw Summer look up at him with a bright smile and the eyes that you continuously told him looked just like a mirrored image of his. 

He reached down to scoop her up as the crowd of people started to make their way over to him with his niece in his arms. He was given kisses on cheeks and shoulder claps and half armed hugs as he made his way through friends and family until he finally made his way to the back where you were cautiously hanging around.

He had returned Summer back to Jaz with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a promise to play with her a little later before he finally had the chance to wrap his arms around you.

His nose buried itself deep in your hair and breathed in the comforting scent he had become so used to being engraved into his sheets as well as his life. The soft material of your shirt was clasped tightly in his fist as he held you tightly, determined to make the hug last for the small forever he could have with you in that moment.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you raised yourself to your tippy toes as the party guests started to mingle around. Your warm skin was a welcomed feeling against his still chill one and he just buried his head deeper into your shoulder as he started to sway you both from side to side.

“I love you so much Mase,” you whispered in his ear, like it was a secret that was for only him to know. One of your hands came to rest on his stubbled cheek as you pressed a kiss to the other, your lips bringing a fire of pinks to his cheekbones.

“I love you more,” he mumbled into your skin before pressing a delicate kiss against it. He pulled his face away from your neck to look down at you.

His arms were still firmly wrapped around you when he leaned down to press a loving kiss to your lips. He felt you start to laugh softly against his lips and a smile formed on his as well when he heard whistles and shouts of ‘get a room!’ being directed at the pair of you.

“You planned all of this?” he asked with a small voice when he pulled his face away from yours.

You shrugged your shoulders a bit, letting your arms fall to rest your palms against his chest and rub your fingers over the material of his hoodie.

“Dec and Ben helped,” you said with that sugar sweet voice that was purely reserved for moments like this. Moments where words would simply not be able to express how much you adored the man that stood in front of you.

“You’re amazing,” he laughed along with you when he finally pulled his eyes away from yours to take in the decorations that littered the room.

There was a crooked banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons in different arrays of colours and sizes were tied to the staircase and some of the lamps. There was music playing at a low volume from somewhere near and you could hear the guests starting to make their way through the food prepared in the kitchen.

“Bro,” a voice burst the bubble you had found yourself in as you saw Declan make his way over the interlinked pair of you. “I blew up half of the balloons, I think I deserve some recognition as well.”

You just simultaneously rolled your eyes at Mason’s best friend, reluctantly pulling apart until it was only your hands that were intertwined.

“I will as soon as you look as pretty as her,” at Mason’s comment you groaned and hid your face in the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the feeling of your blush heating his skin even through the piece of clothing.

Declan just faked a gag before slipping a party hat on each of your heads, the pointy hats sitting crooked and dented.

You just gave a little laugh as Mason turned back to you when Declan left to give someone else a cheap party hat.

“You still look cute,” you assured him before giving him a small kiss to send him on his way around the room to talk to all of the people who had come to celebrate him.

The rest of the evening passed just as you had hoped. Mason was surrounded by those he loved the most and who loved him beyond measure. He opened his presents and had Summer help him blow out the candles on the cake you had made while you watched with love swimming in your veins.

The party had started to quiet down the closer the clock came to midnight. Jaz and her husband had carried a sleeping Summer with crumbs around her mouth to the car after giving you goodbye kisses and his parents had left shortly after.

As you stood in the kitchen and started the task of cleaning some of the dishes you smiled to yourself as you listened to the sound of your boyfriend talking and laughing with his friends in the living room.

You were so engrossed in the task of filling the dishwasher when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Leave them,” you felt rather than heard him mumble against your temple as he squeezed you tight.

“You’ll get ants,” you disregarded him and continued to load in the empty plates.

“I think I’ll survive,” he said as he turned you around and effectively trapped you against the counter.

You shook your head at him and took his face between your hands and brought his lips down to meet yours in a small peck.

“How did you pull this off?” he asked with his lips hovering over you, desperate for the sweet blend of cake and rosé on your lips.

“Wasn’t easy,” you huffed and lifted yourself up so that you sat on the counter and he could settle himself between your legs. “Ben and Dec were a good help, but I swear I thought your mum was gonna spoil it in that phone call.”

It was as if a lightbulb went off and he looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You made her drag it out?”

You just giggled and nodded your head at his lightly dumbfounded expression while you held on to his forearms. “Yeah, we had to make sure everything was in place before you came in.”

He dropped his head and let a laugh slip past his lips. “I felt like my brain was melting when she started talking about that TV show.”

You threw your head back with a laugh that mixed with those of his friends’ that were sitting in the living room. He straightened up slightly and ran his hands up and down your thighs and sighed softly around a small smile. “Thank you for the present by the way.”

You had gotten him a watch he had been looking at for a while, one that had miraculously managed to be within your price range and you had gone through the trouble of having ‘happy birthday my love’ engraved on the back of it.

It was already firmly in place on his wrist and he was sure it wouldn’t be removed unless it was extremely necessary.

“You’re very welcome,” you smiled up at him.

He took a moment to look into your shining eyes, the wine blush on your cheeks and the screwed party hat that still sat on top of your head. He let the feeling of overwhelming adoration wash over him; like your love was the storming waves and he was the man desperate to be carried out and drown at sea.

He wanted your love to consume him every day, at every hour. He wanted you to complain about him having the volume up to loud when he was gaming. He wanted you to sit on the counter and talk to him about your shitty professor while he made dinner. He wanted your hair spread out over the pillows in the morning. He wanted your books and plants to fill every crevice of his being that he hadn’t known existed until he met you. He wanted you to kiss away the bad days and to do the same with yours.

He wanted you. Right here, sitting with glazed eyes and smudged lipstick, he wanted you.

“Will you move in with me?” he asked softly, honey eyes deep enough for you to slowly sink deeper and deeper until there was nothing but him.

“Pardon?” you whispered, hands becoming limp on his arms.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said with a small nervus smile twisting his lips. “You’re already pretty good at sneaking around here anyway apparently.”

You just laughed at his jab and shook your head slightly while tilting your head down so he couldn’t see your eyes.

He knocked his forehead against his while he waited for his answer, heart thudding away at an imaginable speed.

“Are you sure?” you mumbled at last, almost drowned out by a loud shriek from the room next door. “Are you sure you want me?”

You tilted your head up so you could look into his eyes with his forehead still pressed against yours. 

You both laughed softly at how your noses bumped and how the features of the other became blurred from the close proximity.

“Of course,” he said with no hesitation and nuzzled his nose against yours to get a laugh out of you. “I want all of you, the good and the bad.”

You just smiled brightly and brought one of your hands up to the back of his neck so you could pull him into a deep kiss, one that consisted of tongue and teeth and laughter.

“Then yes Mason Mount,” you mumbled against his lips, “I would love to move in with you.”

[osakunt]

Your blog is fuc***g awesome!! I was wondering, can you write something with msby boys and a s/o who is going to uni and has a lot of exams? Like yesterday me and my friends studied all night and we have breakfast with readbull, coffee and cereal to have the energy to study again and I want to see them with a s/o doing something similar. Thank you!

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➬ 𝗠𝗦𝗕𝗬 𝟰 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➬ 𝗺-𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 😳😳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 ‼️‼️

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𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 kissed you before going to bed and told you to come to bed when finishing. He was knocked out - in sleepy land until he rolled over in the early hours of the morning to bring you closer to him but you weren’t there. “They can’t be” he whispers. Peeking an eye open - already knowing where you were. “Mind telling me why you’re still here and at four in the morning……with energy drinks (?) love, what the fuck ?” “Morning Omi. How’d you sleep ?” You look over your shoulder to see him frown at you.

“Don’t morning, me. Tell me that you didn’t stay up all night” he sits next to you pushing your notebook to a clear space in the coffee table. “Then I won’t tell you” you shrug giggling making him groan. “Did you at least take a break to eat ?” “No. I said I was going to do that but I completely forgot” hearing your answer ,he leaves for the kitchen and comes back with two bowls,cereal and milk. “Here this’ll keep you steady for now” he hands you your bowl nagging you to eat before you got sick. When you were done you set the bowl down and go back to picking up your notebook, however Kiyoomi had other plans.

“NOPE. You’re comin’ with me” he throws you over his shoulder, making his way to the room. “I have my day off today so we’re sleeping” he says before his head hits the pillow and arms circling around you. It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep. After eight hours of cramming things into your brain, there was nothing else to expect. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

BOKUTO thought you’d go to sleep a few minutes after he went to bed but he had been in bed for an hour now, still awake - waiting for you to come join him to cuddle to sleep. Grabbing his phone from the night stand, he sees that it’s exactly eleven on the dot. Getting out of bed and going to where you were at the desk in the next room, he sees you sipping on coffee - reading some notes you had taken hours before. “Hey baby ? You coming to bed ?” He asks poking his head and half his body into the room

“I can’t Kou. I need to finish up this third part” putting your mug down, you look up to see him pout. “How many parts are left ?” “Two, baby”. Now, Bokuto wasn’t all too happy with you staying up - after all he only went to college for two years before getting drafted for the MSBY. He understood that you working for your career was a priority but at the moment his priority was having you in bed and in his arms, ear pressed against your chest to hear your heart beat. “Guess I’ll just stay with you” he pulls up a rolling chair settling down in it; smiling at you.

“Kou, this will take me all night.”

“I know. I’ll spend it here with you. Good thing it’s off season so I can stay up till anytime”

“That’ll mess up your sleep schedule though”

“No it won’t” and he was right. It wouldn’t mess up anything for him. It was now three in the morning and he was on your lap knocked. You even used his chest as a table for your books when you ran out of space on the desk.

He wakes up when the sound of a RedBull can opens and some of the sprit falls on his cheek. Blinking the sleep away - he stirs up from your lap, taking in the circles under your eyes. “Are you done yet ?” “No. I need to read through this article” you pull out a sheet with a pencil. “Then let’s popcorn read so you can finish this up. This studying thing annoys me. It takes you away from me” he grabs your paper and starts reading the first paragraph to help you finish faster. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Atsumu’s plane landed around five and got home at six from an away game the team had. He wasn’t excepting to see you eating a bowl of cereal with your laptop propped up on your legs with a blanket over your head. “Ya waited fer me ta get home ?! Awe, angel yer so sweet ♡” “Shhh Tsumu !!! I need to hear this” you shut him up increasing the volume of your computer.

“Welcome home babe - thanks,baby! It’s great to be back - I missed ya- I missed ya too, angel” Atsumu goes back and forth with himself creating a welcome home scenario - playing both your part and his.

Making it over to the floor where you were set up, he squints his eyes seeing numbers and letters appearing on the computer screen. Face dropping even more, he sets down his duffle bag then takes your laptop away from you. “Heyy!!” “Let me see your face” he squished your cheeks with his hand to get you to stop moving.

“Ya didn’t”

“I did. And will continue” you finish up your bowl of cereal tossing it aside to grab your laptop from his hands but he yanks it away.

“How long ya’ve been at it ?”

“Since two days ago”

Hearing you say two days ago blew him away. This meant you probably hadn’t eaten anything nor taken a break. Setting down the laptop - he brings you up to the couch snuggling into you. Playing with your hair and making small talk, he feels your exhaustion overpower you - slowly carrying you into a deep slumber. A slumber that he also needed and took the chance while you were in his arms. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Hinata was up studying with you. While you studied for your career, he studied his plays and next moves to make in the next game the team had. “I can jump a little higher” he pauses the video he was watching to write down a solution for his problem. Glancing over to you, he sees you handing him a glass bottle of refrigerated Starbucks. “Thanks” he smiles at you opening up the drink and looking at you again. “What time is it ?” His eyes show how bad he needed sleep, however he refused to go to bed unless he found ways to improve his plays.

“It’s ten. I think we should go to sleep. I’m pretty much finished” you suggest

“Fifteen more minutes. That way we can both finish and sleep the whole day” he says yawning.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you look at him and turn off the tv. “No. You were literally just falling asleep just now.”

“Y/n- but pleaseee” he gives you puppy eyes. Ones that you ignore packing up your things in their respective place. Unlike the other MSBY 3, Hinata will be the one you have to force to go to sleep because of how invested he is in finding ways to palm that ball. Though the others are also invested, Hinata is the one who has a hard time because of the excitement.

“No. Sweetheart it’s about to be noon. Let’s try to at least sleep” you grab his hand - dragging him to the shared room. “Maybe I can do that trick Atsumu did with Osamu when we were in high school. When they changed positions”

“Shut up. Sleep” you kiss his forehead resting your head on your pillow - quickly falling asleep.

“Baby ?….y/n …..oh they fell asleep” Hinata rubs his eyes, feeling the warmth of the bed - maybe a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

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[harveybwabbit92]

Shark Week: The Tallest x F!Reader

The following is a non-profit fan-based story, Invader ZiM  is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon please support the official release, I gain no profit nor do I own anything other than OCs and whatever spouts from my imagination!

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Summary: Red and Purple get an impromptu human reproduction lesson when they go and check on Y/n who's been hiding from them all day.

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"I'm telling you somethings wrong! Yesterday Y/n looked off."  Red stressed to Purple who was completely unbothered as he chowed on some cheezy-puffs. "Maybe she's just tired, she was probably up all night watching TV again." Purple stated this wouldn't be the first time Y/n has looked haggard after a night of movies and video games! but then again, They were still getting used to this whole courting a human thing so...

Red frowned and went to say something else, when he got a weird look on his face, he looked like he was concentrating on something, he sniffed the air his antenna wiggled around inquisitively then suddenly stood right up. "Hold on! Do you-... do you smell that?" the red eyed Irken said to his co-tallest who stopped gorging himself on snacks, and whiffed air doing the same antenna wiggles aside from the sugary treats, burnt wires, machine grease and other Irkens nothing was out of the ordinary... he blinked his face shifted to one of confusion catching the scent of something foreign but familiar, his antennas suddenly sprung up.

"Yeah... It smells like the time Y/n got a paper cut...but more bad." The tallest looked at each other worried, they dropped their snacks and rushed towards Your room, though Purple doubled back to picked up a bag of donuts and went after Red, when they arrived in the hallway just outside your room. 

The stench of blood was stronger now, they found a small group of your guards standing outside all of them looking very concerned, one of the taller guards an Irken named Deeko noticed the tallest hasty approach. "My Tallest, I was just about to call." he said with a salute.

The leaders waved him off "What's going on?/Where's Y/n?!" Red and Purple demanded over each other as the guards looked nervous. "We're not sure, liaison Y/n won't let anyone in,  when we ask what's wrong? she just tells us to leave!" Deeko explained and noted she locked everyone out of her room, Red dismissed the guards, he and Purple could handle it... at least they thought they could, Red knocked on the door.

 "Y/n are you okay?" Red asked he heard you cuss and your footsteps moving around your room. "I'm fine! I'm just... I'm getting dressed!" You said hastily while mentally kicking yourself for being so obvious that you were hiding something... 

(Usually you had time to prepare for shark week, You had supplies! but ever since moving to the Massive, the stress from leaving Earth to living in space has cause your cycle to be maladjusted, this was the first period you've had in three months.) For now you just kept your fingers crossed and hoped Red and Purple bought that excuse.

They didn't, the tallest looked at each other Red nodded Purple hacked your door, it opened and your boyfriends walked in. "Oh for fuck sak-" you were cut off by Purple and Red getting a hold of you they started smelling you; they were perplexed you didn't look hurt... but the stench of blood was everywhere, you tried to talk them into leaving. "Look guys I know your worried but..." Red suddenly pulled away and was hyper focused on your bed, Your bare bed.

 "Where are your sheets?" he asked looking around the room with Purple "Uhh..." you tried to come up with something, too late! Purple found your linens, and ruined pair of underwear balled up behind a chair, You tried to stop him, but the purple eyed Irken had already picked up your sheet saw the bloodstains and... Chaos ensued.

Cut to you stuck on the medical deck. Cranky, cramping and miserable; while being poked prodded at by tiny green men or at least they tried to, you gave them an empty threat tossing them out the airlock and had ordered your S.I.R. unit: Ede, to maim anyone who came near you, needless to say the Irken medics backed off, while Red and Purple frantically called Zim for help thinking you were dying, but the banished invader wouldn't answer his damn communicator! Red slammed his fist on the console in exasperation. 

"Zim you better answer this call or so help me!" there was static before Zim finally picked up. "Oh my Tallest! to what do I owe-" Purple cut him off jumping in front of the screen "SKIP THE PLEASANTRIES SHORTY! OUR HUMAN IS DYING!!! *Munch* HAU DOE EE FRIX HWIT??" the Purple clad leader demanded while stuffing doughnuts in his mouth as Zim looked at them startled. "....What?" Red growled and shoved Purple out of the way. "Y/n she has some kind of illness, it's making her bleed... *ahem* down there." Red stated Zim looked at them both for a moment before something clicked.

"Oh! You mean Menses?"

"You know what it is? How do you cure it?!"

"Edging closer to the sweet brink of death..." Zim said coldly leering at them Red and Purple gawked him fearfully, Zim kept the dark act up few seconds then burst out laughing at them. "Hehe...I kid, I kid! O-ho Zim's love-mate pulled the same thing when he asked...hehe" Red glowered at him. "Computer hone in on Zim's base signal and initiate It's Self-Destruction sequence on my mark.." The earthbound Irken sputtered and panicked with Skoodge and Gir running around screaming as Red started the count down. 

"Wait, ZiM will tell you everything he knows! just don't blow up my house!"

"Computer cancel Base Self-Destruct... Start talking Zim."

"When human females reach a certain age they-..." 

You were still in the medbay headphones on ignoring your aches and pains by playing your Game-slave DXI, while Ede and Deek were sitting near by playing cards and making sure none of the medical staff bothered you, when the door opened and two very flustered Tallest floated in; they noticed Deeko sitting little too close to you and gave him a heated look that could melt permafrost. 

The green eyed guard swallowed nervously and silently left the room with along with Ede which you hadn't noticed. Until you saw the door close in your peripherals, you were about to ask where they were going? and if they could get you some snacks? when a blanket along with a bag of various candies and donuts was dropped on to your lap causing you to jump a bit surprised.

You looked up and saw your boyfriends watching you intently, cocking a brow you pulled your headphones down to see what they wanted? "What this for-" Red and Purple suddenly hugged you confusing you further. "Uh guys? what up with you?" Red was first one to speak up, his face had light blush to it. "We called Zim, he told about this Menses cycle your having." Purple reached into the bag on your lap and took out a candy-bar and offering it to you. "He said chocolate helps." Needles to say you were touched these guys really care about you if they were willing to go so far as to recruit Zim's help to figure out what was wrong with you.

"It does, what else did he tell you." You asked keeping your guard up because well... it's Zim. "He said he'll send over some medicine and said to use heat if you get bad cramps..." Red gestured the blanket which you realized was a large heating pad, when you noticed the dial, "That's pretty sweet of him, remind me tell him thanks next time he calls." Both Red and Purple were still clinging to you which roused your suspicions. "Did he say anything else?" The tallest looked around to make sure everyone was busy working and looked back at you with identical smirks.

You saw Red used one of his PAK legs to interface with room control port, the windows tinted, the lights dimmed and the door locked before Purple whispered something in your ear, Your face felt like and probably looked like a stove iron, you felt Red's smirk widen as he nibbled on your neck while Purple's hands slowly move down to your hips; Zim had told them about the alternative and very fun way of helping you out with your cramps, needles to say the Medical staff avoided that part of the medbay for a while...

[sailorhyunjinz]

I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA

BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!

warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification. 

Bangchan: 

The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?

Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.

but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”

BUT THATS RARE

you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work

and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds

“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed. 

Minho:

ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao

this boy a scorpio

a scorpio

meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)

so he loves this. A LOT

any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take

he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)

show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table

legit as small as licking a lollipop 

“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”

Changbin:

ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this

he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time

it shows that you really want him 

and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works

also has kind of a firey attitude

meaning that he gets worked up real quick

just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs

“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”

Hyunjin:

shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him 

his stamina is relativly high

but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.

leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you

since he loves you too much to say no ><

i feel like he’d make fun of you for it 

LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE

“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice

“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”

but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first. 

Jisung:

HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA

all the time

no matter where or when

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP

he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe

and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places

simply because his angel wants it

it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN

and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours

“h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.

Felix:

tough one to read... hmmm.... 

honestly he wouldn’t mind

sure he’d be tired 

and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something

because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much

NOT THAT HE’S LAZY

just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time

he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons

pro: easy to get horny

con: easily overstimulated

WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again

but poor boy would be crying in the end

which only added to your horniness OOP

“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”

Seungmin:

giving me that same energy that chan has

but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35

meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you

and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)

he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...

you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want 

DING DING DING! win-win situation!!

so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat

turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second

he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying. 

he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”

oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS

Jeongin: 

he’d find it really hot in the beginning

but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is 

yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)

catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday” 

he’d be sore :(( 

and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you

but the two of you would find your ways around it

vibrators EHHEHE

especially those remote control ones

he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT

because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being 

beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing

“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one” 

HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH 

thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH >< 

also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP

[monicashipsnickyjoe]

soulmate/modern au

Nicky has a nervousness about him that he’s never been able to explain. He keeps feeling like something’s missing. Like he’s forgotten the name of an important thing and it’s sitting, impatient, at the tip of his tongue. He can’t recall. Or he doesn’t know. It’s all terribly confusing, and so, so frustrating.

He’ll walk down the street, see a family of duckings that makes him smile, and turn to his right to tell... someone. No one’s there.

Sometimes, when he’s tired, he’ll order two coffees at the shop on the corner, making one much sweeter than he likes it. Only when he walks away does he remember he’s alone.

When his friends encourage him, he goes to bars. He meets men, and occasionally he will let them touch his arm or his shoulder or his thigh from the bar stool beside his. Sometimes, he lets them kiss him. Never, is he able to ignore the feeling of wrong that prickles over his skin and twists in his stomach. Always, he leaves without them. If he has their number, he will delete it before he gets home.

Tonight, he cooks at the stove. He doesn’t realize he’s made any mistakes until, holding two plates, he thinks of something Booker said at work and turns, ready to share. There are two chairs at Nicky’s table. Both are empty. Nicky looks at his hands, and cursing, leaves one plate on the counter and takes the other into the living room. He sits on the couch, plate on his lap, and turns up the sound on the tv until he forgets that he’s forgotten.

The next morning, on his way to work, he sees a selection of sketchpads in an art store window. He buys one, and a set of charcoals. He carries the bag proudly until he gets to the office, to the cubicle he shares with Booker, and realizes with a deep sigh and heavy frown that he does not draw.

Booker looks at the bag, then at him. He lifts one lone brow. “You start taking art classes?”

Groaning, Nicky throws the bag under the desk and collapses into the chair. Whatever this is, it’s getting worse. What started as tri-monthly slip-ups are turning into daily routines. “Maybe I should see a doctor,” Nicky says.

“Maybe.” Booker scratches his chin. Behind him, on his computer screen, a game of solitaire is opened over the report he is supposed to be writing. “Or it could just be what it obviously is.”

“Don’t start.”

“Soulmates, Nicky,” Booker says.

Nicky rolls his eyes. “Be serious.”

Booker swivels his chair the whole way toward Nicky and leans forward. “I am serious.” He’s not smirking. That is his serious face.

But soulmates?

“I’d have better odds at the lottery,” Nicky says. He’s seen thousands of soulbonds... in movies. To find one in real life is a one in a billion chance. More, perhaps. Nicky is just a regular guy with a bachelor’s degree in philosophy he doesn’t use, a desk job that he hates, and a caffeine addiction. Normal. Boring. Not near special enough to catch the attention of another person’s soul.

“Maybe you should play the numbers, then.” Booker twists his chair back toward his desk.

“Soulmates,” Nicky huffs. He shucks off his coat and starts his computer. “Ridiculous.”

*

Across town, Joe has purchased two coffees, one much too bitter for him. When he realizes, he’s so excited, he nearly drops them both. He stops on the street, places both coffees on the ledge of a windowsill, and opens his phone.

“Nile,” he says before she even finishes saying, “Hello?”

“It happened again.” Joe can’t stop laughing. “That makes everyday this week!”

“That’s great, Joe.”

“Do you think I’ll meet him soon?” Joe bounces on his feet. “If it’s happening everyday, then surely -”

“Maybe? I mean, who knows? There’s not a lot of concrete info on this stuff,” Nile says. There’s a yawn in her voice. He woke her - again. They go to the same college - Nile for the first time, Joe for the second - but their shared classes aren’t until the afternoon. He feels a little bad about it now. It dampens his spirits somewhat. “Except movies, but who knows if those are right.”

Joe tries to reel in his excitement. “Right. Of course.”

Nile must be able to tell, because she immediately perks, brightening her voice. “But, Joe. If it takes a little time, it will be worth it, right? He’s out there. You just have to find him.”

“Thank you, Nile.” Joe’s smile presses his cheek tightly to his phone. “I am sorry I woke you.”

“Swing by, bring me that coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

“I promise.” Joe hangs up.

He thinks of the groceries that stock his cabinets at home. More pasta than he’s ever needed before.

He thinks of the book of Roman philosophers that he purchased that now sits on his coffee table, waiting.

He smiles at a family of ducklings he sees by a pond, and turns, ready to tell the person beside him. No one is there.

Yet.

“Soulmates,” Joe tells the ducks. “Amazing.”

*

The following day, it’s raining when Nicky leaves the office. He doesn’t have an umbrella, so with a lengthy sigh, he hunches his shoulders and presses forward. The rain is cold on the back of his neck and he shivers. But once you are wet, you can’t be more wet, so there is some comfort in that.

He makes it to the bus stop and sneezes.

“Bless you,” says the man already there, standing beside the soaked bench. He has a blue umbrella open, hiding his face, and another, this one green, closed, tucked under his arm.

“Grazie,” Nicky says and wipes his nose with his sleeve. It’s damp, but so is everything.

The blue umbrella shifts up a little. Nicky looks the other way, down the street, for the bus. Something nudges him in the side. He looks, and it’s the handle of the spare, green umbrella.

“May I tell you a story,” the man offering it says. Nicky looks up into a pair of warm brown eyes and with a wide, welcoming smile. Soft-looking curls cover his head, and a well-groomed beard rounds his face. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath. Paint splotches cover both, in a rainbow of colors.

Nicky, stunned by this man’s beauty, can only nod. The man moves the umbrella, poking him again, and Nicky takes it. He doesn’t open it, though, he can’t get his hands to cooperate.

“I saw the weather report this morning,” the man says, voice so bright and happy, it warms Nicky up from the inside out. “And I grabbed two umbrellas before I left the house. Two. I didn’t even think about it until I walked into the studio and my friend noticed.”

He’s looking at Nicky and Nicky should say something. He tries, “That’s interesting.”

The man looks at the umbrella in Nicky’s hands, at the way he’s clutching it and not opening it. He takes a step closer, so that his open blue umbrella covers them both.

This close, Nicky can only see freckles.

“I have a question to ask,” the man says, “and I really hope the answer is yes.”

Nicky swallows hard. He nods.

“Do you like bitter coffee, pasta, and philosophy?”

Nicky’s breath catches in his throat. It cannot be possible, but... if it is. And if it is this man... Nicky’s heart leaps out of his chest with hope.

He clears his throat, he must find words now. “Do you...” Nicky stops and tries again. “Are you an artist, do you like things too sweet, and do you notice the ducklings?”

If Nicky thought this man’s smile was bright before, he was mistaken. For now, it is a beaming sun, pushing back all the gray.

“I love the ducklings,” the man says.

Any moment now, Nicky will awake, having fallen asleep at his desk, and Booker will mock him.

Instead, the voice in Nicky’s heart whispers, This one, and he knows.

The man reaches out a hand and places it on Nicky’s chest. Nicky must look like hell, drenched in rain, but this man stares at him with open reverence like he can see the moon in his eyes.

“Hello, my heart,” the man says. “I have been looking for you.”

Nicky’s having trouble with full sentences again, so he takes a step closer instead.

“My shared soul,” the man continues, speaking for them both now. He knows the words Nicky’s heart whispers. “My light. My warmth.”

He motions to himself, then. “Joe.”

Nicky does the same. “Nicky.”

“Nicky,” Joe repeats, and it takes all Nicky has not to melt into a puddle on the sidewalk, ready to be washed away with the rain.

“Joe,” Nicky says, and it’s sudden relief. The word he could never quite remember right there on the tip of his tongue. He says it again, loving the feel of it in his mouth. “Joe.”

It’s perfect. It’s everything.

Later, Nicky will cook the pasta in Joe’s cabinets, and Joe will sketch Nicky with the charcoal.

For now, Nicky places his hand over Joe’s on his chest and knows he’s home.

[emiewritesthings]

doctor, doctor - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n takes it into her own hands to look after a sick jay 

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i think this is one of my fav things i’ve ever written, i would really appreciate some feedback and p.s the beginning of it is based on that scene from brooklyn 99 :)

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“okay, it’s 10 o’clock, meaning halstead is officially an hour late to work,” y/n announced as she appeared from the break room with a mug of poorly made coffee. looking around, she had immediately distracted everyone in the room with her playful smile. “okay let’s do this, theories!” she encouraged, taking a sip with excitement, but immediately regretting it as s he spat it back in the mug and abandoned it on adam’s desk as she leant against it.

“uh, he forgot to set his alarm?” antonio suggested, willing to play along with the little game that y/n had created. however clearly his answer didn’t suffice as y/n scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disappointment.

“you are a detective in a unit that just last week rescued 5 people kidnapped and used as chess pieces in a human sized version of the game and the best you could come up with is he forgot to set his alarm? pfft, disappointing, dawson. who’s willing to take this seriously?” she scoffed, brushing his idea off with a simple roll of the eyes as the group laughed at her ridiculousness. 

“maybe he has been murdered by a gang looking for revenge.” adam piped up, earning a sudden and rather forceful slap on the back as y/n cheered. her eyes looking over at antonio as she gestured towards the less experienced detective.

“yes, that’s what i’m talking about. bit dark, ruzek, but better than dawson’s,” y/n hummed, adam clearly pleased with the praise he had received by the pretty detective. “any one else wanna shot?” she offered it out into the room, suddenly the sound of rolling wheels on the chair had everyone turn to face al who was munching on a ham sandwich.

“he walked into the middle of a drug ring, slept with the kingpins daughter and is now having limbs removed, one by the hour.” suddenly an eery silence fell in the bullpen as al suddenly disappeared back to his desk and everyone was left with an image that she was sure was burned on the inside of everyones mind.

“uh, okay, someone might want to arrange a psych check for olinsky asap,” y/n mumbled, pointing in the direction where he had once been and looking around as if checking that she hadn’t been the only one to hear al’s suggestion. “anyways, all of you are wrong. clearly he has joined a motorbike gang and now makes his money on the road striking off names on the government’s hit list.” 

just as the room erupted into discussion about how idiotic this conversation was, as well as their ideas, the sound of footsteps caught y/n’s attention as she arrived at her desk. however as he reached the floor, the reason for his absence was clear.

“woah, you look like death.” adam chuckled, it immediately being silenced as jay sent a deadly glare his way. with his skin paler than normal with undertones of green, a layer of sweat draped over his forehead. jay flashed as smile at y/n as he passed, reaching his desk and collapsing on his chair with a wince. 

as everyone went back to what they were doing, y/n found herself straying her eyes away from her computer screen for longer and longer periods of time until she found herself by his side with a sickly sweet grin, pun intended. 

“i don’t wanna hear it, y/l/n.” jay mumbled, massaging his temples with his fingers hoping it would somehow sooth his pounding skull. whilst usually he had every minute of his day just to hear the woman chat away about whatever crossed her mind, he had found himself in quite the state since last night, leaving him restless and irritable.

“believe it or not, i just wanted to make sure you were alright,” y/n’s entire demeanour crumbled as she melted at the soft features of his face that came with being so vulnerable. but from the look in jay’s eyes, it was clear he didn’t 100% believe her excuse. “and to ask what the hell you think you are doing here? you are sick jay, you need to rest.” 

it was very rare that jay found himself ill. in the years that y/n had been working by the man’s side, she could count on one hand the times she had seen him with so much as a cough. in fact she had called him captain immune system for a period of time when she realised he was pretty much indestructible. y/n couldn’t deny the concern bubbling in her gut seeing him so weak.

“i’m fine,” with her eyes slitted in a look that practically shouted ‘bullshit’, jay continued. “i promise, it’s just a little cold. nothing serious, i think i’ll survive.” he joked dryly, finding it incredibly hard to look away from y/n for her eyes were filled with a warmth that he knew was an expression usually saved for those she cared deeply about. 

“yeah well, you need to take care of yourself, jay, i’m being serious. chicago can cope if you just have one day off, get your energy back.” 

y/n was reminded of the times she had the exact same words spoken to her by the exact person that didn’t seem to want to take them onboard. every time she had so much as a sniffle he would be straight over with some soup that his mother used to swear by and the name of a box set that he would put on for the two of them to watch as he sat stroking her hair in order to try and convince her body to rest. neither of them had anyone else to take care of them, so had taken it upon themselves to be that person for the other. 

“now, i’m gonna go tell voight that i’m taking you home before you infect this whole office.” before he could object, she had already ran (not literally but jay was impressed by her speed walking) to her boss’ office. knocking on the door, with a sweet smile and a sea of words running off her tongue so quickly that voight had to agree just to shut her up, y/n returned by his side. “come on, germ face, your carriage awaits.” 

“you know i love it when you talk dirty to me, y/l/n.” winking at her, y/n giggled as she supported him back down the stairs and out of the station. the two chatted away, y/n explaining how she thought al was secretly a sociopath and jay filing her in on the newest instalment of his apartment block drama until they pulled up in front of jay’s apartment building. 

as they walked through the door, jay’s arm resting around y/n’s shoulders as he struggled to find strength, they managed to reach the sofa before y/n’s body gave up. both of them letting out large breathes before looking at each other and falling into laughter. 

“you hungry, i could try making your mom’s soup?” y/n asked, as she pushed herself up to look down at the man. her hair falling down around her face and tickling jay’s skin. “i’m sure it won’t be as good as her’s but i’m willing to give it a try.” 

the way she was sat with the large window gleaming light behind her, y/n almost looked like an angel. her eyes and smile were wide, with her beauty wrapping its hands around jay’s neck squeezing until his head felt light and he nearly reached up to touch her porcelain skin. but jay had noticed the sensation way before he was blocked up with a cold.

“yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” jay agreed with a minimal amount of sass, but y/n didn’t seem to notice as she moved off the cushions and towards the kitchen. she had pretty much memorised the recipe when jay had finally given it to her on her birthday after offering to pay for it multiple times. whizzing around the kitchen, she was too busy to notice the tired eyes admiring her from afar. 

jay wished his mom was alive to see the woman that she would have loved. all the times he had brought girls back to his family when he was younger didn’t add up to an ounce of the beauty and power that y/n held in her middle finger. the way she bit back at his wit, but also had the ability to spot when he was upset from the other side of the city. she was everything her mother wanted in a daughter in law, everything she wanted for her little boy. 

“okay, give me your honest opinion. i can take it i promise.” y/n sudden appeared with a tray that held a large bowl of the semi-thick orange liquid, a glass of water and a couple pills. approaching jay, she carefully helped him up from where he laid and placed it onto his lap. “actually that was a complete lie, do not tell me the truth. i may just cry.” 

“why thank you, nurse y/l/n.” he teased.

“it’s doctor actually.” she quipped back.

jay chuckled lowly, as he grabbed the spoon and took a large spoonful to his mouth. feeling the slight sting of his tongue at the heat, it was only when the flavours hit that he was suddenly transported to an earlier time in his life. a simpler time. only this time there was y/n by his side. 

“the verdict?” she prompted, taking a seat besides him, pulling her knees up to her chest. 

“not sure whether i want to tell you, don’t think you’ll fit in this room if your ego grows any bigger.” y/n grinned as she leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder. jay closed his eyes at the contact, feeling the ache in his body freeze for a moment as it registered the tingling sensation. “all jokes aside, it really is good.” 

“i’m glad, your mother was a smart woman.” she nodded, leaning forward to turn tv on. jay continued to spoon the soup into his mouth, as y/n chose a show that they both had started together and had refused to watch another minute without the other. y/n leaned back making herself comfortable, having already texted voight telling him that she would most likely need the entire day off, and getting the go ahead, she had no plans other than being by jay’s side for the next however many hours. 

it was sometime in the early evening and the tv continued to emit light, but neither jay nor y/n was paying any attention to the drama. jay, with his head on y/n lap, was leaning into her touch as her short, thin fingers ran through the dark strands that sprouted from his scalp. his body wrapped in a blanket that y/n had grabbed from his room, he felt completely at peace. 

“you know what, i think you are more bearable when you are at death’s door.” y/n joked quietly, as the forest green eyes were exposed back to her own. jay groaned in annoyance, realising that there was no sweet y/n without the sharped tongue y/n. a trait he adored, but at his own expense. 

“and to think i was starting to think you had gone soft on me, y/l/n.” he hummed, wishing he could forever have her giggle on repeat wherever he went, for the sound made goosebumps run down his neck and down his arms, like some kind of magic that only y/n possessed. 

“as much as i love you, i can’t risk my bad ass reputation for you.” 

although jay was sure it was just part of her banter, the moment the ‘i love you’ fell off her tongue, he found himself wide awake, unable to push past the feeling in his gut as it looped over again and again in his mind. y/n could see the conflict in his face, as he glanced up at her with something she had never noticed before. 

“you mean it?” he asked. 

“mean what?” confused, her fingers fell from his hair, making jay regret ever opening his mouth.

“do you really, you know, love me?” he knew he had committed too far to try and retreat. maybe he could blame it on the fact he couldn’t think straight, although she was like a lie detector that wouldn’t let such a bogus excuse pass. y/n blinked down at him, watching as he sat up to look at her with a hunger that needed to be addressed. swallowing the lump in her throat, y/n nodded.

“of course, you are one of my best friends, jay.” it was true, but it wasn’t the full truth, both of them knew that.

“i didn’t realise we had started lying to one another,” jay’s eyes were soft, as he reached to place his hand against her cheek, smiling as she slowly leaned into it. closing her eyes, she tried to find what direction she was looking for, but didn’t dare take the first step. without even thinking, jay jutted forward and captured her lips before they could form a single syllable. 

gently, but passionately, jay and y/n moved their lips against the others. the feeling was ever-growing as the kiss deepened and deepened until they had no choice to pull back, deprived of their ability to breath. as jay’s eyes came back into view, y/n, for the first time in her life, had lost the ability to form a sentence. 

“we just...” she began but it ran off quickly. jay chuckled.

“we did.”

the two sat in silence, examining the other one’s face until y/n found herself moving forward until she was sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she pressed her lips against his. just like before their bodies and minds were set ablaze with desire and what had remained unspoken for what felt like forever. jay had nearly completely forgotten about the illness that had put him in the care of the woman that he craved more than anything else the world had to offer. 

as their lips parted ways, suddenly the air had thinned and everything felt... normal. jay’s lips were unable to break out of the large grin mould that y/n had put them in, which was soon mirrored by the young woman. a small giggle escaping her lips.

“if i get whatever it is you have, i expect the exact same treatment.” 

“only for you, doctor y/l/n.”