#the way he says 'exhausting' has me up the walls btw

[vanmarkus]

9-1-1 SEASON 7: FAVORITE MOMENTS ↳ part 16/?

[enhalouv]

lee heeseung - birthday boy (boyfriend texts + drabble)

a/n: a belated birthday fic for my baby!! THERES A DRABBLE AT THE END BTW!! hope you enjoy ;)

pairing: heeseung x f!reader

warnings: the texts r fluffy, w a lil bit of smut heh, lots of kissing!!, clothed humping lol, fingering, oral f!receiving, hee is a muncher, overstimulation, lil bit of dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex whoops

w.c: 2.2k

“Did you like it?”

Heeseung hums, nestling deeper into the crevice between your jaw and neck.

You had gotten home from the party, all numb limbs and sweaty bodies, Both tiredly shuffling into the cramped shower stall. By the time you’d gotten out and ready for bed, it was already 3:15am. You both flopped unceremoniously onto the bed, shuffling to get under the covers.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones, the night long and wearying. Not by the party itself, per say, but the happenings before it. Your phone had rung non-stop as people bombarded it with questions ranging from where they could park to whether the cake was gluten-free. By the time Heeseung had arrived, there was a small pounding at the back of your head.

You had booked a small venue to hold all of Heeseung’s friends. But, the owners wouldn’t let you come in early to decorate, so you’d rallied Jungwon and Sunoo to help with the mere hour they’d given you.

Glinting fairy lights and strings of balloons donned the walls, a huge banner hung up at the bar depicting a baby Heeseung with a drawn-on party hat - courtesy of Jaeyun. You had even gone out of your way to find baby pictures to play a slideshow on the two separate screens displayed at the venue. Scouring his parents’ baby books and various photos hung up around his family home.

By the time the party started, all the decorations were up and the food and drinks were sorted, everything fell right into place. Seeing Heeseung’s surprised face as he entered the venue was well worth the stress you endured.

He had come to you immediately, scooped you up in a hug and spun you around, giggling about how amazed he was and how happy he was that you’d done something like this for him. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that arose as he spew gratitude to his ‘beautiful girlfriend’ during his birthday speech.

Now that you were home and all danced-out, you couldn’t help but relive the night and all its glorious moments.

“You did amazing, baby. Worked that little butt off to make me the happiest man there.”

Heeseung’s lips stretch into a smile, tickling your neck, dropping a sweet kiss at the base of your throat. He peppers the skin there with tiny kisses, squirming on top of you as you giggle.

One particular kiss has your breath hitching. One accompanied with his tongue laving at the skin. Heeseung sucks at the skin softly, making his way up the column of your throat.

“Heeseung…” you whimper, hands grip at his shoulders as you tilt your head. He takes your invitation and pushes himself against you harder, the outline of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

Hands wander down your body, slipping under your pyjama top and gripping your waist. You could feel the heat growing between your bodies. The way your heart beat faster and breathing got shallower. The feeling of dreaminess clouding your being as you felt like you were floating at the gentle caress of Heeseung’s hands.

“Should I thank you for your hard work?”

Pressing up against him, you let out a breathless moan, “Please.”

Lifting slightly, Heeseung makes quick work of your top, tossing it behind him before diving down to trail kisses down your chest. His hands squeeze at your breasts, forefingers flick at your already hard nipples. The sensation makes you buck your hips into him, seeking any sort of friction to calm the restlessness you feel itching at your skin.

You like when Heeseung takes his time. He gives every inch of you and your body attention, paying mind to how your body reacts - what things you like and those you don’t. Yet right now, he’s moving far too slow. You think he enjoys torturing you just a little bit. Likes watching you wriggle around for any sort of touch where you need it most.

Slot between your legs, Heeseung stares up you with hooded eyes as he leans down and swipes his tongue against your nipple. Your body arches, hand gripping the back of his head to push him further down into your chest. Heeseung takes his time, lips smear with his own spit as he obscenely sucks and drools all of your tits. His hands knead at the other, ensuring neither is unattended to for very long.

He was driving you mad.

“Fuck,” cursing, Heeseung grinds down into the bed, his cock hard and strains against his boxers. “You did so well for me today, love. Worked so hard to make me happy, didn’t you?”

At his words he trails a hand down to press roughly against your core. He feels the dampness settling between your thighs through your shorts, nipping tenderly at your nipple. Heeseung presses the heel of his palm where he knows your clit is and grinds it against you.

Your head tosses back into the pillows and you moan unabashedly as you press up into his palm. Your cunt now soaked merely by the feeling of Heeseung’s teeth scraping against your nipples and his hand pressing deeply between your thighs. Why you felt so on edge already was mystifying. You had a feeling the weariness from earlier aided to heighten your senses, making you particularly reactive to Heeseung’s advances.

To be honest, Heeseung could probably get off to watching you alone. He’s so hard between his legs, aching as he watches your body writhe in his hold as he presses against you harder.

“Good girl. Already so close and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You groan, hiding your face in your pillow, embarrassed at how true his words were. Your hips stutter as you notice Heeseung watching in your peripheral. Three years and the way Heeseung watches you unravel yourself by his own doing will always make you shy. It’s like he’s completely absorbed into watching your every reaction, how you body moves and reacts to his touch.

The extra attention and the pressure between your legs spurs you on. Your hips grind harder against his palm, your cunt dampening your shorts as you chase your high. Heeseung’s mouth is back against your chest, playing with your nipples in a way that has you mewling. Heeseung’s palm presses a tad harder, the pressure going straight against your clit. With eyes still trained on you, Heeseung fondles your chest and watches as your body suddenly goes taunt, a low moan slipping out as you shudder through your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, ride it out for me,” Heeseung coos, tucking strands of hair behind your ear and gently caressing the side of your face as you come down. “You’re doing so well.”

Your orgasm left your body hypersensitive. The deft fingers inching down your torso, the palm now splayed flat against your hip - all of it felt heightened.

With a knowing smile, Heeseung presses two fingers against your covered core. Your whole body flinches, letting out a shocked gasp as Heeseung continues to slowly circle his fingers right where your clit is.

He’s sadistic. Heeseung couldn’t help but derive pleasure from watching your overstimulated body writhe this way and that from his ministrations.

Heeseung pulls back, giving you room to calm down. He reaches down to his boxers and palms the uncomfortable hardness. He can’t help but groan as he savours the image of your body covered in small bruises and your puffy nipples that stood erect from his mouth.

You look beautiful.

“Hee,” your voice calls out to him, hands reach out to cradle his face with a look of pure adoration. “Please, I want you.”

He can’t contain the groan at your words, his dick throbs in his hand.

He pulls out of his boxers and turns to take your shorts off, enjoying the way they stick to your pussy, a string of cum connecting them.

Without thinking, Heeseung spreads your folds and leans in and licks a stripe against your cunt. Moaning at the taste, Heeseung begins flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit, relishing in the unrestrained sounds you let out at the feeling.

Heeseung lifts your legs to press them against your chest, leaving you entirely exposed to his mouth. He pushes his face into your pussy, groaning as cum smears against his face as he swipes his head from side to side, tongue flicking out and catching on your clit.

Fingers inch closer to your hole, the tip presses gently before sliding in with ease. The slick pouring from within you help. The squelching sound as he pulls in and out has him stifling a moan, loving the way you squirm beneath him.

“Ah, ah-Heeseung!”

He could tell you were getting close with the way you grip the fabric of his comforter, your hips lift to press his mouth deeper into your pussy. Heeseung pulls his fingers out momentarily to press the wetness onto your clit, moving his fingers quickly side-to-side just as you like, before he thrusts them back into you. His mouth covers your clit, sucking and flicking as you rode out your high - your second orgasm of the night.

Heeseung couldn’t help but keep taking in the taste of your cunt even as you shudder through oversensitivity. His tongue pushes into your hole to encase his tastebuds entirely.

“God, Heeseung, please,” you begged, tears edging your waterline, “Please fuck me, I need you inside me right now!”

Groaning, Heeseung pulls down his boxers and kicks them off to the end of the bed. He lifts and pulls you towards him. Your legs spread and his hand grips the softness, the other lining his cock with your entrance.

“Ready?”

“If you don’t get in me right now, so help me God-“

Your complaints cease as Heeseung pushes into you, his cock stretching you out so well. His hips meet your pelvis and he leans down to cover your mouth with his own. Sobbing into his mouth, Heeseung’s tongue slips in to swipe against your teeth.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans and rolls his hips. His cock feels suffocated, wet and warmth surrounding it driving him insane. Your walls were practically sucking him in, trying to milk him of all his cum.

Nails dig into Heeseung’s hands as he starts inching out. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, jaw slack and sweat beading at your forehead. Two orgasms in and your body was thrumming. The need to be filled and stuffed full of Heeseung’s cum, your body was practically calling out for it.

Relaxing into the steady pace Heeseung sets, your body goes lax after a few moments. This lets him pull out with ease. Lets him set a newer, faster pace.

Heeseung pulls out leaving only the tip resting at your entrance, head tilting up to see your face, “Feels good, baby? My cock making you feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response, head sagging against the pillows as your back arches. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Heeseung strokes his tip against your now swollen clit. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Watching your face crumple in displeasure at the emptiness, Heeseung pushes all the way in again, spurred on by the way your nails dig into his shoulders.

After a particularly hard thrust, Heeseung lets go of your thighs and leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss - hands cupping your heated cheeks. Your legs wrap around his waist, caging him there.

It’s a miraculous feat that you didn’t die right there. Heeseung relentlessly fills you up, pushing a hand up against your lower back forcing it to curve into a delicious arch. His cock pounds into the exact spot that makes you splutter and moan.

“That’s it baby,” Heeseung growls, his voice dipping lower. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Does my pretty girl like it?”

Barely able to say a word, you nod your head weakly a mantra of “yes, yes, yes,” tumbling from your lips. Heeseung revels in it.

He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb.

Leaning back to take in the mess he’s made, Heeseung presses his hand against your lower stomach. The pressure combined with the hard thrusts has your back bend deeper. The new position ensuring that every inch of Heeseung’s length was penetrating your walls, leaving nothing untouched.

The thought alone had you succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. Your pussy tightening around his thick length, making it difficult for Heeseung to move. And yet he kept pounding into you. Never once letting up as your body trembled through your third orgasm of the night.

“Fuck,” Heeseung moans, his hips continue to slap against you, driving his cock deeper. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

It was all the warning you got before his hips still, burying deep within you and you physically feel his cock pulse at he fills you to the brim. You felt so full. His head tucked into your neck breathing deep as his body laid lax in your hold. You continue to roll your hips, making him whimper.

Your panting, sweaty bodies lay over one with your and hands clasped. You pepper kisses along Heeseung’s neck, while he runs his hands softly up and down your sides.

You feel floaty as Heeseung pulls out of you, turning onto his side and bringing you in. You snuggle into his arms, and groan at the sticky feeling between your legs, of Heeseung’s cum leaking down your thighs.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: nudes, mentions of penetrative sex

11:24pm jason: when does your class end again?

11:27pm jason: just saw the pictures you took on my phone last night

11:35pm jason: do you want me to call you and pretend that you have an emergency? i’ll say somebody died lol

11:45pm jason: attachment: two images

the class, that was undeniably and exhaustingly lecture heavy, was excruciating to sit in the two days a week that you did. the professor continuing to talk, reading off the powerpoint slides he presented, without a single spare elaboration.

it was exhausting every day that you had to enter the room, and as per usual, your hands had gotten tired and had the mind of their own to find your phone, smiling to yourself as you read the multiple messages from your boyfriend.

the part about him calling you made you laugh to yourself, opening the messages on your phone to view the images he had sent you.

and all too quickly, your eyes widen, heart drops, and phone slams against your desk space a little too loudly. thankfully, in the spacious and filled lecture hall, only the three students that sat near you gave you a look, to which you apologize quietly.

what a blessing it was that you were sat at the end of the row, nobody in the seat directly behind you, because if you angle your phone just right, your eyes have the ability to look at the pictures jason sent you once more. this time with awareness of just what the man had sent you.

the first, a cuter and more innocent looking one. a high angled selfie that make jason’s eyes widen naturally as he looks up to the camera, lip puckered out teasing and jokingly. the angle showing his abdomen that has no shirt covering it. a shadow underneath his pecs that make them look meaty and strong. his abs that he doesn’t have to flex, even in his sitting position protrude, ripple by ripple. his shoulders that are broad and big cover the expanse of background that you presume is desk space.

the picture alone could be saved for later when you get back home, touching yourself under covers. but you have to bring a hand to cover your mouth at the second picture he sent.

you knew what jason’s cock looked like. hell, you could describe in detail how it felt to be inside of you! but the look of it, all hard and begging for attention, does enough to make you squeeze your legs close and close your eyes for a second to bring yourself back to earth. opening to re-examine the photo.

it was lewd how his pre dripped down the sides of his length, milky lines running down along big veins that you had begun to memorize. veins that, when jason bottomed out in you slow enough, you could feel pressing against your walls. his tip that was an angry shade of red, the shade that gave you the knowledge that jason worked himself up just to take this photo for you. the shade of red that showed he had an internal battle with himself to not finish, to achingly take his hands from his cock just to flash a photo to send you as your sat rows of seats in front of your professor.

just as you swipe away from the photo, jason’s continuing to text you. his eyes reading over the read receipt that you’d left him.

12:05pm jason: might enroll in some of your classes next semester for fun

12:06pm jason: sit in the back so nobody sees and finger your pretty self under the table. wouldn’t let you wear underwear btw

12:07pm jason: i know my baby isn’t leaving me on read :(

12:08pm jason: gonna come to your place and fuck you against the window when you get back since you wanna show my cock in front of your whole class

12:08pm jason: your neighbors wouldn’t mind, you think?

the pink on your cheeks doesn’t fade as you continue reading the texts your boyfriend sends you. your eyes widening with every one delivered and heat growing embarrassingly fast in your pants. your fingers begin to find their way against your keyboard, but pause once a longer message finds your phone.

12:10pm jason: gonna fuck you so good that you drool on your window. lol it would be cute if you wore some lipstick too, wanna see how big of a mess you can make. gonna clean it rn just to show you how much of a slut you are for my cock

12:11pm jason: see you soon baby :)

[zyafics]

I love your fics 🫶🏾 do you have any recommendations

hi baby!! omg, thank you so much, and i definitely do have recs!

this isn't an exhaustive list, btw, these r just people i can think off the top of my head. i have a rec account where i reblog my fav fics and whatnot w reviews + commentary @zyafics-recs

@nadvs ONE OF THE BEST RAFE WRITERS, she is the reason why i got introduced into fanfic writing and the reason why i actually wrote today! i love all of her series and her entire masterlist has anything u could ever look for—from fluff, to smut, to angst. it's all there! personal favorites are cam girl and home before dark!

@itneverendshere MY PERSONAL FAVORITE WRITER AND MY ABSOLUTE LOVELY GIGI, i am her biggest fan (will fight u for this position 🔪) and whenever i feel down, or lacking motivation, she is the reason to help me get motivated! she's such a lovely person, and her prose, dialogues and descriptions are to die for. if u like my written fics, i say gigi and have pretty ~similar~ writing style. she also can have ANYTHING ur craving—from canonverse plots, to aus, to fluff, to smut, to angst, EVERYTHING! my personal favorites that got me invested into her work is her thornton!reader with rafe, the other side of paradise (maybank!reader and rafe, lowkey canon, lowkey not), and love you at your worst. also i requested a lot of hockey!rafe from her, so if you love athlete!rafe, she's definitely ur girl!!

@aliyahwritings my bABYGIRL FR—she currently has this series called the contracted heart, which is about model!reader and athlete!rafe and it's to die for. if you love banters—especially if you love witty banter back and forth—this is your girl. if any of you read the addicted series, and loved rose and connor, they lowkey mirror that dynamic. on top of her amazing dialogues/banters, she has such rich representation of desi!reader. like she isn't afraid of portraying explicitly BIPOC readers which i admire so much from her.

@whytheylosttheirminds okay listen, NAT has one of the richest descriptions of storytelling that evokes such a personal level to you. whenever i enter her storytelling, she has such details and beautiful imagery, i actually have to stop reading just to admire it. i'm still digesting her masterlist, but my personal recs are: blue sweater, snooze, and i remember everything!

@starkeysprincess one of the sweetest people on this platform, i absolutely devoured her kinktober fics, but one thing about shania is that she writes every scenario of rafe—from doctor, to handyman, to stepbrother, etc!—and she does it so well. her smut is so fun, and dynamic, especially with their dialogues, and it's so easy to digest her fics in one setting (be warned fr)

@erwinsvow ok i absolutely ADORE the way shea writes, ok?? like everything she puts out, i eat UP!! especially when she written her long fics, aint nothing better for me (toxic!rafe), all mine, bitchy!reader and rafe, and my heart and soul that i religiously reread every week got what u wanted <3

@ilyrafe one of my favorite writing pieces and introduction to analysis of rafe, is by gabi. she has this wonderful mini series (late night and early morning) that perfectly slows down the relationship of rafe and reader and the intensity of his character. if u wanna read more about how he sees the world, and why his character acts the way it does, gabi does is so successful. she also has a hitman!rafe currently in the progress, which i know just released a pt2, i am gonna to read it soon, promise!

@softspiderling okay ELLE HAS EVERYTHING!! she has smaus, to written works, to series, to oneshots, i'm obsessed with everything she puts out, especially because it's so intriguing and the way she writes just leaves me craving more. i would personally rec ocean blue eyes (smau), illicit affairs (best friends to fwb to lovers) and think you’re a genius (you drive me up the wall) <3

if u want more social media aus—

@ghostofwriting has one that is the reason why hb:l is alive today. kildare split is about a band au with rafe and reader and they had drama. and she's also currently writing one about biker!rafe and book influencer!reader, which is so fun, witty, and filled with drama. i absolutely adore kildare split, and it will always have a special place in my heart bc it's my first introduction to smaus <3

@sematarygirls ohmygod, i am currently obsessed with salt & secrets. it's actually magnificent, especially the graphics. the efforts sol puts into them is so detailed and telling, u can see it's made with love. but the PLOT!!! the way the story moves, the way it's a gossip site and reader is a huge instigator. this fun enemies-to-lovers feud between them (that i'm still wondering if the reason reader is targeting rafe means something more 🤨) and the COMMENTS AND BANTERS!! reader is so hilarious. all the characters are so funny and witty, it's definitely something to read to soothe the angst and tension from hb:l LOL 💘

@rafeskai i'm also currently reading this smau about reader and rafe having a little thing before she moved away for college, and she came back! it's so interesting, especially because kai mixes multimedia and written work in one place, so u get to experienced both!

lastly, this is for sarah cameron specifically, but @spellewrites! she's currently working on this smau about sarah cameron and f!reader and i'm excited to see how it goes, especially because sarah is dating(?) topper, reader's brother.

[xavviquz]

♥︎ thirsty for you. - vamp!choso x fem!reader ♥︎ HCS

warnings // !!MDNI!! period sex, p ⇾ v, unprotected, somnophilia, blood mention, pussy eating, fingering, not proofread (though i dont think any of my fics r but that doesnt make it bad 😘)

notes // getting back into my usual with hcs! i absolutely love vampire choso btw i swear im bent over for him but anyhow, i hope you enjoy this as much as i do! this is also a few years late like heian era late wc: 825

synopsis: you havent been the same since you got with him.. and neither has the aching in your body stopped either.

☆ vamp!choso┊ who has you on your knees at the break of dawn just because he desperately wanted your warmth.

your pussy was so wet and warm, he could fall asleep and never pull out for days no matter what. its not like he hasnt done that before anyways.

you were minding your own business, falling asleep after a long day of talking to customers from the village in order to pay off the rent that was due in the next month. you were tired. exhausted to the bone if you will. as you were drifting to sleep, you felt the mattress get slightly heavy in a particular spot that your boyfriend would sleep on. thinking nothing of it, you drifted off to sleep as you felt a pair of hands feeling your body up and down, your waist all the way to your boobs, pinching at the nubs as you batted your eyes.

you rubbed your eyes before you felt something inside of you. too familiar.. damn it. why now and especially when you were sleeping??

☆ vamp!choso┊who doesnt know how to ask to have sex or put you into the mood, so he reacts on impulse.

you glanced behind you with a sleepy look to see your boyfriend with a dumb smirk, digging his face into the crook of your neck. it felt so wrong and so right.. you’ve talked about this before with him but he never seemed to get why he should ask when you’re ‘his property’ he’d say, but in a sense, you were.

his dick was slowly being pushed in and out of your sensitive walls as he nibbled on your shoulder to hide his whines. you felt so warm and so peaceful.. it was hard to resist someone like you.

☆ vamp!choso┊who has a habbit of using his abilities for his lustful desires.

choso can turn invisible, be a bat, and even have unnatural speed. it made you slightly jealous that you didnt have any but its not like you minded or anything except when he would.. tease you.

the other night when making dinner for the both of you, you felt his slender hands reach up into your shirt, cupping your boobs as he licked your neck. once you turned around though, no one was there. “cho’ stop playing around and help me out..”

“i am helping you out.” he appeared behind you once again, one hand leaving your boobs to venture down to your clit, slowly playing with it. he knew damn well what he was doing and he knew he would get his way by doing so. your moans were like music to his ears and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

☆ vamp!choso┊who loves it when you’re on your period.

your boyfriend was there inbetween your legs as your hands lazily covered your mouth to keep the moans slipping inbetween your lips hidden but.. how could you?

choso’s tongue flicked up against the clit of your pussy, going down to your hole and practically sucking you dry.

damn it. you should’ve never said anything about your period. but even then, he would’ve sniffed you out anyways and have you eaten out in the nearest bathroom he could find just for a taste of you.

☆ vamp!choso┊who always bites and nips at your neck no matter how tired you are. his stamina is endless being a vampire.

you’re nearly fucked out of your mind, everything you saw was a complete blur. your back was arched and it was so late in the night.. you had to open up shop early today so why this day specifically did he decide that he wanted to fuck you brainless?

you scratched at the sheets, his length turning your insides into complete mush. you felt choso’s fangs slightly bite into your skin, digging his teeth into your pump skin. warm red blood from your neck pooled into his mouth, licking spots that dripped.

your mind was lightheaded from all the fucking and bloodsucking. your head drooped down and swung low. you could barely even hold yourself up so how were you going to open up shop now?

choso smirked, kissing the back of your ear before whispering in a low tone. “now you dont need to go to that small stand..” he hugged your waist, pushing on your stomach while he did another deep thrust.

you were so exhausted.. too exhausted to think. your eyes kept fluttering, each blink longer than the last, slowly drifting to sleep in the middle of sex with him.

by the time you had woken up, he was asleep right next to you, sleeping while his fangs were in your neck, and his dick deep within you.

a/n: please consider liking, reblogging, or commenting recommendations!

Ⓒ 2024 xavviquz - dont copy, repost, or modify

[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

[emo-trash101]

hiya ! its 🦈 anon

Could I req the male reader x drunk stone but instead its switched? ((oneshot, btw)) stone having to take care of drunk reader 💀

take your time + no pressure! have a good day/noon/evening :)

- 🦈 anon

Yay, I missed youuu! And yes ofc I would love to do that! Also sorry this took so long to post 😭😭

Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears

Stone x Drunk! Reader

Pronouns: second person, gender neutral

Word count: 575

Tw: Alcohol, vomit

Today sucks. In fact, you've had a terrible day. First you blow the whole robbery on your own, and then you can't even steal an apple to make your friends feel remotely better about how horrible you've done. You've given up on being good at anything at this point.

You look down at your hand, staring at the bottle Stone handed you after the heist. You think he just felt bad and wanted to do something nice? But it honestly made you just feel worse. You feel so terrible that not even alcohol could fix it. Well it wouldn't hurt to try you think to yourself and before you know it you're putting the bottle up to the lips and taking a small sip.

That one sip turned into 2 sips, then 3 sips, then 4. Then that turned into you barely holding an empty bottle and trying to prop yourself up on the wall of whatever building you were next to. Your eyes flutter shut softly, as exhaustion hits you like a fright train with a vendetta.

You wake up to the clatter of a bottle and a male voice going "God...what the hell happened to you?". You force your eyes open and lay your eyes upon...an emo? "Whaa~...?" You say, trying to sit up more properly. All you hear in return is a sigh and a crisp "You're drunk". The man leans down to try to help you up before you push him away. "I dont evin know u" You say, your words slurring very aggressively.

"Oh god...my names Stone, we're...friends." He says, the worst friends looking like it's paining him to say, "I'm taking you back to the others".

That led to him trying to lift you up even slightly, which sounded almost completely impossible because your entire body felt like it was filled with lead. But eventually after you almost falling on your ass several times, he was finally able to force you up and being semi able to walk.

"I feel gross..." You say, leaning against Stone as he leads you through the streets. You hadn't even realized it got this dark. "Please don't vomit on me." He says, and almost on cue, you bed over and vomit. "Bloody hell..." He says, trying to prop you upright and continue to drag you away.

After about an hour of him dragging you after you vomiting (because he has the body strength of a malnourished owl) you both finally reach the alleyway, where he essentially drops you on the ground and you immediately pass out. As he grabs a nearby rag and places it on you, Vinnie leans against a wall. "Stone, is that really a good way to treat your crush?" She says smirking to herself.

He glares at her aggressively before speaking "They're not my crush." he says angrily. He stands upright and looks at her. "I'm just teasing, make sure you don't stay up late lovebirds." she says, the last part barely audible and then walks away.

He sighs and sits down next to your unconscious body, glancing down at you to make sure you're still breathing. Maybe...maybe I should tell them he thinks to himself before looking at the ground and noticing, something on his shoes. "IS THAT FUCKING VOMIT!"

Idk if this is any good, but I hope it is 😭

[royal-ruin]

red, white, and royal blue (rwrb) fic recs (part 4)

other rwrb fic recs here other fic recs here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

since the first 3 were well-liked, here are a few more of my favs.

*Turning of the Season by indomitablelove (~5k)

‘What’s going on, Philip?’ And then, Philip slumps. His head falls into his hands and his back curls in on itself, his palms cover his face and he pinches at the bridge of his nose. When he looks up at Henry again, he looks like a different man, broken. ‘I have to know,’ he says quietly. Henry's brow furrows. ‘I have to know who it was,’ Philip says. A few weeks after the emails, Henry and Philip talk, and Henry looks forward.

it broke my heart most how philip was henry's enemy in the book, i just wanted some wholesome sibling feels (bea's the absolute best!), so this is a little fix-it, i guess. post-canon btw.

Redemption by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays (~3.5k)

Bea sighed. She looked just like how Philip felt: drained, angry, and exhausted. ”What if you had never been allowed to marry Martha?” She asked. “What if you’d been forced to sneak around, and suddenly, in spite of how hard you worked to keep it quiet, you’re both in a load of trouble for it, and everyone is screaming at you, and she is crying to you and you can’t even comfort her because you’re still not allowed? How do you think you’d feel then?” Philip was silent for a long, long moment. Bea gave him one more glance as she opened the door to the dining room. ”Read the e-mails, Philip. And try to understand.” Or, Philip says some very bad things, does some very bad things, reads the e-mails, and finally, finally, finally understands.

another philip does better fic. warning for homophobia at the beginning, please please please always read the tags.

I can't breathe, if you're not there by softcinnamonroll (~2k)

One moment, Alex was laughing at some joke Henry had made, and then the next there was a loud noise from the TV and the livestream cut out, leaving Alex alone in their dark living room. At first, Alex was sure there had just been a power cut, or some technical difficulties that caused the stream to cut out, but then the messages and BREAKING NEWS notifications started pouring in.  BREAKING NEWS: Explosion at Prince Henry of Wales Charity Event. Casualties Unknown.

read the tags please, it has some things that may be triggering.

Powerless by floatingaway4 (~3k)

“Do you know what I’ve had to put up with in the last twelve hours?”    Henry wants to point out that in that same twelve hours he’s had his body sliced open and an organ removed, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. He also got to sleep through his experience, while Alex was very much awake while dealing with Henry’s family. And Henry got the nice drugs, while Alex looks like he could use a drink.

sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme (~9k)

“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath. “Excuse me?”  “You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.” Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth.  Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.

college au where they are roommates and alex is oblivious.

Let's Finish What We've Started by andrealyn (~16k)

When Alex fell in love with Henry, his dreams changed into something new -- still bright, still exciting. Eight years on, Alex is running for the Senate and taking those steps to achieve those dreams, but something feels off in his marriage and Alex can't really explain if it's in his head or whether he and Henry actually have a problem. In the midst of a busy campaign, eager to show Texas what he can do, Alex also has to ask himself -- is it all worth it if Henry isn't at his side?

future fic.

If you feel the way I do by everwitch (~2k)

It's apparently true, what they say about soulmates. Once your sixteenth birthday has passed and you find yourself in their presence, close enough for your soulbond to come alive, you'll be able to feel it. You'll simply know. Henry knows, all right. He opens his eyes, his heart beating madly in his chest as he looks across the cafeteria. His gaze is drawn to a presence that he can feel so completely, now, almost like it's become part of himself, like a piece he's been missing. He blinks, slowly, as he meets the wide eyes of another boy. It's Alex Claremont-Diaz. Henry's breath hitches. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

high school soulmate au, it's super cute.

*she's a (rock & roll survivor) by loyaulte_me_lie (~3k)

"Good for you," Stevie Nicks says, "the world needs more rock and roll princesses." // the (un)making of Beatrice Fox Mountchristen Windsor.

BEA NEEDS MORE SCREEN TIME. tell me why this had me sobbing at 1 pm. i adored her before, but this fic made her so heartbreakingly human, i can't help but love her now.

[abstract-crossverse]

Can I have a oneshot where reader comforts overworked Hank? I really love your writing btw!!

Sure can do, thank you!

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"Overworked" // [Hank x Reader, fic, fluff]

Hank sat at the trunk of the truck the duo had stolen for the trip back to base, and assuming he was exhausted was an understatement, even the funny one and the other one noticed and Hank knew that, but the two wouldn't dare point it out, at least for now until the smoker decided to open his big mouth;

Hank had just jumped on the trunk and plopped himself on the floor, unresponsive to Sanford and Deimos, not even a glance as Deimos attempted some sort of conversation. 2B was sending Hank on too many missions, way more than usual... Don't get them wrong, Hank is a very active Grunt, they're not the type to stay without a job to do for too long but this was just too much, even for them, it made them wonder if Doc was working on something bigger behind the scenes while they cleared way...

But that doesn't matter at the moment, right now Hank was just overly aware of everything touching their skin.. the heavy fabric of their coat, the leather and metal from their belts and ammo bags, their socks and boots, the mask, the bandana, the cold metal prosthetic against what's left of their face.. and the drying blood that drenched their clothes just made it all worse... They just feel so suffocated- it's been a while since they've felt like this- they never really figured out why they get so hyperaware of anything touching them sometimes and it just- uGH it almost drives them insane...

He groaned, hands shaking as he sat up and leaned against the walls of the trunk, looking out into the distance. He couldn't wait to get home, first, he needed to greet you- then put his gear to wash, and then spend time with you, the other two could report back to Doc, he doesn't care whatever that old man has to say he NEEDS to take a break.

Finally letting the world seep back into his senses only now did he realize the two were chatting, Deimos's obnoxious voice being the first thing to hit his ears, Sanford's rough laugh coming right after, rolling his eyes he leaned towards them

"do you drive any slower? When are we getting to base?" He questioned sternly, clearly annoyed they weren't 'home' yet "ey don't get ya undies in a twist, Hank, we're almost there, that communication tower was pretty far.." Deimos spoke, taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out the right window

What a disgusting vice... Hank would've killed him already if they didn't work together... Sure Hank has smoked a handful of cigarettes in the past too. Still, he never let it become a vice, that's what grinds his gears about it, people who get too addicted to a stupid chemical reaction in their brains from plants, even with the knowledge that those kill you slowly, they didn't care, smoking kills, and if that won't, he will. Hank's crosshair scrunched slightly at the faint smell of tobacco seeping through his mask before turning his attention to Sanford speaking

"yeah, I can see the base from here, we'll be there in a few minutes."

"good." Hank said, leaning back against the trunk's wall and closing his eyes "eager to see yer 'partner in crime'? I'd be." Deimos chuckled at his remark, throwing the cigarette butt out the window after putting out the flame, Hank only huffed ".. none of your business, smoker....." He said barely above a mumble

..... 'undies in a twist'.. hah, that's funny...

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Soon enough, Hank felt the truck go slower suddenly and park, opening his eyes as Sanford pulled the handbrake. He stood up with a groan and jumped off onto the ground, walking with long steps past the duo, who abruptly stopped talking before Deimos yelled over to Hank

"Ey! Arent ya gonna help us get the shit to Doc??" The shorter grunt motioned to the trunk with a hand, Hank barely looked over his shoulder ".. you have arms, you can do it yourself, you don't need me for that." Hank walked into the building oddly stiffly, leaving a crossed-armed Sanford and irritated Deimos behind

Walking inside, they read the living room with their eyes, finding it strange no one was there even after looking over the couch, Doc was likely where he set up the makeshift medbay as always so he didn't feel the need to stress over that, next was the kitchen, they peeked in only to find it barren, now they were starting to get nervous, where are you?

He went room to room in your search, growing more and more anxious with your missing presence, leaving the medbay for last he speed-walked his way to the corridor where the rooms were and opened the door to your shared room, relief washed over his body once he saw you mid folding your clothing and staring at him startled, he sighed

"Hank? Good to see you back but you alright?" You said while finishing folding a shirt in your hands and putting it down, walking over to him as he leaned down to gently bonk his forehead with yours "mhm.. I just got worried you were sent out for a mission and we weren't told, I didn't find you anywhere in the main rooms.."

"oh, well you have nothing to worry about, I'm fine!..." You looked down at his hands, who found their places on your waist, feeling them slightly shake with a tense grip "... You sure you're okay? You seem.. tense?" Hank huffed, he was hoping you wouldn't notice "I just... I'm not even sure, I'm hyperaware of everything touching my skin right now.. it happens at times and I don't have any idea why." He explains, letting go of you and closing the door behind him, walking to your shared bed while undoing the belts around his gear

You hummed in thought, averting your eyes not to look at him while he undressed from his gear "well.. you may be overstimulated." You mumbled, stopping Hank in his tracks "... The fuck is overstimulated?"

"It's like, you were exposed to too much visual, auditory, and/or physical stimuli, so much your brain is kinda short-circuiting in a way, which can make more irritable and easy to anger than normal, it may have a different effect on different people but that's what I've usually seen it described as."

He took a moment to let the information sink in, eyes moving ever so slightly between the floor and you, then shrugged "sounds about right, I don't know much about this kind of thing so I guess I'll trust your judgment."

You nodded, a small silence before you talked again "say, you go take a shower and cool off, I'll get your clothes to the laundry." You said, stepping over to Hank, taking his coat he had carelessly tossed on the ground, as well as his Bandana and mask, he nodded once you looked at him, he got up from the bed, briefly pressing what was left of his lips and jaw to your head before the took a set of clothes from his bag and walked out to the bathroom as you went out to the laundry room in the basement

As soon as you were back, Hank was waiting for your arrival, sitting on the mattress you call a bed waving his feet under the thin blankets you've had to stack for some sort of warmth during the cold nights. It was oddly funny to witness, it made you snicker as you made your way to the mattress yourself, Hank let himself fall onto the shitty pillows behind him—which made you jump due to his weight, you giggled as you laid down as well

Hank covered themselves up to their shoulders, laying on their side and snuggling their way to you, nuzzling into your chest with a sigh as you wrapped an arm around them, a hand gently petting their head in comfort

They wrapped their free arm around your waist, they sighed again, the cold of their jaw and hot breath felt funny through your shirt

".... I missed you." They mumbled as your hand worked it's way to gently massage their back, their thumb making gentle circles on your back

"I missed you too.." you mumbled, pressing kisses on his head "so, so much." A low rumble came from him, slowly getting louder, it was comforting, you let out a sign of your own. After a moment of silence, you spoke again "are you feeling better?"

He nodded into you with a hum, you were always so tenderly soft with him, Hank J. Wimbleton, Nevada's most wanted criminal and killer, melting into someone's arms? He thought it was impossible. He never of the day he'd meet someone as great as you

You hummed, closing your eyes as you two soaked into each other's presence, Hank stayed awake a bit more after you fell asleep, wondering how he was so lucky to have a partner such as you before he eventually fell asleep, feeling the safest and calmest he's ever felt with you in his arms.

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[pineappleciders]

Y’know how you did a South Park request of Kyle and Kenny finding out you self-harm? Can you do that again, but with Butters and Tweek instead?

A/N: yeah!! i love doing requests like this. this is platonic btw,, tweeks part is a lot longer mostly because theres more dialouge!

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, self-harm, relapse, blades

BUTTERS and TWEEK reacting to reader self-harming

sitting in your bed, you were doing your usual routine.

swipe, stop the bleeding, move on. it was a ritual that brought you comfort. something that was always the same. something you could always return to.

you barely have any time to react as someone twists open the knob of your door and opens it, knocking on their way in.

"hey, Y/N! you gotta come see what- oh jesus!"

his tone switches up and he steps back in shock at the sight of you bleeding.

his first instinct is to look away and walk out, apologizing. but he doesn't, he can't! you're hurt, and you need his help!

he cautiously steps closer to you. "jeez, are you okay Y/N? you're hurt pretty bad.." he looks at the cuts on your arm, automatically assuming it was not intentional.

you cover it up and hide further into your bed. "no, i'm alright. thanks though."

he lingers for a moment, playing with his hands, before shouting "i'll be right back!" and running out.

he comes back with a box of hello-kitty themed band-aids, and sits next to you on the bed. he sees the blade, he sees the bloody towel, but he doesn't say anything.

he gently takes your arm and places the band-aids over your wounds, strategically as to hold them close. "there! ooh, you probably need some ointment, hold on!"

as he gets up to go get it, you stop him. he looks at you quizzically, and he's a little shocked at the tears in your eyes and your sad face.

"h-hey, what's wrong? does it hurt? i bet it does, i can get some-" you sniffle and cut him off. "no, i just wanted to say thank you."

he tilts his head a bit. "well, of course! i'd do anything for my best buddy!" he does his silly little smile.

it fades as his eyes trail downwards. "hey, Y/N?" "hm?" "why did you do that? did you mean to?"

it hits you that butters hasn't had any experience with self-harm and doesn't know what it is.

"we-well... uh... yeah. it's.. it's like a coping mechanism. i dunno how to explain it.."

"coping? cope with what?"

you sigh in exasperation. you wish he didn't ask. "erm.. like my mental state and stress and stuff. it's not good, i know, but it's the only thing that helps." you look away in embarrassment.

he has a little frown on his face. "well i don't want you doing that, Y/N! it's not safe!" he takes one of your hands in his. butters always knew how to be corny.

"i know it's rough, but i'm here for you bud! sometimes.. sometimes i wanna do that too. like when i get yelled at and i just wanna hit myself cuz it's all too much. but.. but we shouldn't! it's dangerous."

"anytime you wanna do that, you tell me and we can color, OK?" butters doesn't treat it like it's a sensitive subject. he's honest, and he's genuine.

you lightly smile. "okay. thanks, butters."

he goofily smiles again. "now lemme go get the ointment!"

you shut the door and slide down the wall of the bathroom. the floor was probably gross, but you could care less right now.

you're having a panic attack again. in a coffee shop.

it happens often when you're ordering food, and you rushed to the bathroom when all of the red flags started showing. you needed to relieve this pressure, and quickly.

taking out your 'cutting bag', you hold the blade in your finger, and start slitting. each cut is wobbly and painful. you're shaking.

you let yourself bleed. usually you stop it as soon as you cut, holding toilet paper or a towel to it, but you just wanted to bleed. you've been so exhausted lately.

a bit passes and you're about to get up to start cleaning up, but a loud knock pounds on the bathroom door.

"h-hey, Y/N! what's taking so long, are you okay?" tweeks voice cracks from the other side of the door, and your heart drops.

"er, yeah i'm okay! just finishing up!" you're still catching your breath, freezing in place as to not make a sound.

"are you sure? you ran in there pretty fast, did the coffee give you diarrhea? ACK!"

you stifle a laugh at the random comment. "heh, uh, no i'm fine. just.. really had to pee."

a moment of silence passes.

you nearly piss your pants when the doorknob moves and unlocks. scrambling to stand and cover yourself, you hold your bag close as he opens the door.

"dude! a little privacy!" you shout, backing up once he shuts the door behind him. you keep forgetting his family owns the place and has the bathroom keys.

"aha! so you weren't peeing! you're holding everyone up, we only have..." he trails off when he looks down, seeing a small splotch of red liquid on the floor.

"is.. is that.. BLOOD?" his voice freaks out, and you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. "ssshhhhush!!!"

you uncover his mouth, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"why is there blood on the floor."

you awkwardly chuckle. "uh... haha. i'm... on my period??" you grin, trying to crack a joke.

he deadpans and looks at you, expecting a real answer.

you sigh. "okay, um, promise not to tell anyone."

he does a motion mimicking zipping his mouth and throwing the key away, eager to hear what on earth you've been in here so long for.

you were about to tell him, but you backed out last-second. "i, uh, cut my finger." you blurt it out, averting your eyes.

he's vibrating a little, and he twitches.

"you don't want me telling anyone you cut your finger?"

"..yeah."

"...."

"...."

"do you need a band-aid?"

"..yeahh." you say that, hoping he'll leave to get one. giving you a chance to escape.

he pulls one out of his pocket, but you aren't really shocked. you're sure he has tons of little mishaps with all the violent movements he makes.

"show me." he unpeels the band-aid and holds it out to you, waiting for your finger to place it on.

you know you're fucked at this point.

"i can put it on myself."

"show me it." he tries to be stern, but you can't take him seriously with his wobbly voice.

you snatch the band-aid from him and turn to the side, playing with your finger. "i don't need help."

he huffs in frustration. "alright, what the hells the matter with you? are you okay? like, actually?" he has a lot of worry in his voice.

you feel tears pricking at your eyes. this is kind of a weird and funny situation, but it didn't start like that. "yeah... i'm fine."

his eyes are full of concern, and his eyes dart around before landing on your arm.

"...can i see your arm?"

"what?"

"i said can i see your arm?"

fuck. you're busted now for sure. how did he know?

you lift up the sleeve of the shirt you didn't cut. "the other one," he says.

and so, you hesitated, but you lift up the other one, revealing your freshly cut wounds that are still seeping blood. he gasps and covers his own mouth, as if to keep himself from screaming.

"ssshh, i know, i know. it's fine." you go to roll your sleeve back down, but he grabs it and holds it up, inspecting your cuts. "jesus christ! give me that band-aid," you give him the one in your hand and he places it over your cut to hold the skin together.

you can't help but notice his attempts at keeping his hands calm and slow, despite the incredible urge to shake like crazy. his fingers are rough and vibrating, but he tries to be calm near your injuries.

he gives up trying to get the band-aids on your skin and rushes out, coming back quickly with a first-aid kit. he unboxes it and treats your wounds with ointment, cleaning them and bandaging them with gauze.

"yeah, it hurts, i know. you'll be okay."

he does it all with an incredible sense of urgency and speed, but he purposefully doesn't speak or start tweeking out for your sake. the last thing he wants to do is stress you out.

he cleans you up and rolls your sleeve back down, and holds his forehead, sighing. you start to feel really terrible for making him deal with you.

tweek suddenly engulfs you in a hug. it's warm, maybe not so comfortable as he's very clearly on edge, but it's warm and nice. you slowly wrap your arms around him, and he lets go.

tweek wants to show more.. affection?? he wants to show that he cares but he doesn't know how.

"listen, uh.. i-i know it's really hard. i've been through stuff like this and.. i just want you to know i'm here for you, dude. like, i care and stuff, and ACK! i don't want to see you hurting!" his voice cracks and speeds up at the end, and he's twitching a lot.

you almost smile at his attempt to make you feel better. it's obvious he cares, even if he can't express it well. it makes you happy knowing he cares.

"yeah, thanks tweek." you wipe your eyes and grab his hand.

"can we just.. pretend this never happened? like please don't tell my parents. or anyone." you ask, cleaning yourself up.

"y-yeah, 'course. but you can talk to me, o-okay?" he grabs toilet paper and wipes the blood off the floor, throwing it in the trash.

you slightly smile. "yeah, i got it. thanks, again."

[weirdo09]

bywheelclair

mike was chilling in his room, fidgeting with some of his fidgets when he thought of his boyfriends. ‘yk i could really use some cuddles right now..’ mike thought while smirking and ran downstairs to the phone. ‘RING…RING…!’ the phone rang til finally lucas answered “who is it?” lucas said dully “it’s me, mike.” mike answered, grinning so hard at the sound of lucas’ voice. “oh, hi baby what’s wrong?” lucas said instantly changing his demeanor. “nothing, i’m ok just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to hang out at my house?” mike asked with a lil goofy smirk on his face. lucas couldn’t see it but he could see it in his mind. “oh, alright, honey i’ll be here in like half an hour, ok?” lucas said sweetly “oh, ok see you soon!” mike said, slightly blushing at lucas’ pet names. lucas hung up, excited for his date.

“was that mike or will?” erica blurted out, popping up behind lucas. “WHAT THE FUCK, ERICA?!?!” lucas said, jumping back into the wall. erica giggled and said “haha, i scared the shit out of you!” “omg, erica what do you want?” lucas asked annoyed with his hands on his hips. “oh, nothing dear brother.” erica said while walking away still laughing. lucas huffed and went to his room to get ready. he brought two of his best hoodies/sweaters because he knew mike and will would steal one. he also brought some snacks because who doesn’t like snacks?

mike then went to call will. “RIN-!” the phone rung for about a second and then, will answered. “uhm, hello?” will said in a soft voice. “hi, will it’s mike!” mike said “oh, hey babygirl, what’s up?” will asked, mike blushed bright red. “u-um, nothing i just w-wanted to know if you wanted to hang out at my house?” mike stammered “yea, sure babygirl, i’ll be there soon, ok?” will said, imagining mike bright red. “o-ok-!” mike replied. mike, stilling blushing hung up and went to set everything up. while he was finishing up, he heard a knock at the door. “ILL GET IT!!” mike yelled so his mom wouldn’t. he rushed up the stairs and swiftly opened the door. “hi-.” mike began to say until he finally looked at who was there. there stood lucas in a nice outfit and snacks. “hi, baby.” lucas smiled and went to hand mike his sweater. “oh, thank you, lucas! aww, you got my favorite one to steal.” mike gushed over the sweater. “yea, so we’re just waiting for will?” lucas said as he made his way in the house. mike closed the door, locked it and said “yup, pretty much.” lucas took a seat on the couch. “soo, what do you wanna do?” he asked, mike looked intensely at him and said “maybe, we can cuddle?” fidgeting with his hair nervously. “yea, ofc, baby c’mon here!” lucas said excitedly, extending his arms out for mike to get in them. mike happily obliged and ran over to him. he sat in his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his head in the crook. lucas smiled and wrapped his hands around mike’s waist to keep him steady.((mike has the sweater on btw :) )) they sat like that for a while, lucas started to drawing little shapes on mike’s back.

then they hear a knock, mike groaned. “aye, don’t worry, baby, i’ll get it for you, ok? lucas said, gently coaxing mike off of him for the moment. mike groaned again but got off of him, slightly whining due to the lack of warmth. lucas went to the door and there finally was will. “hi!” will said sounding exhausted. “uhm, hey, love are you okay? you sound out of breath.” lucas questioned as he let will in “i’m *breathe* okay *breathe*!” will gasped out as he went to sit with mike. “hi, babygirl, sorry i’m late, el wanted to pick out my outfit.” will said to mike apologetically. with that, mike looked down at will’s outfit and to say it was cute would be an understatement in mike’s book. mike started to blush “it’s ok, willie.” mike said as he went over to hug will.(the babe’s touch starved) lucas locked the door and came to sit with his boyfriends. mike crawled over to lucas and sat on his lap. lucas wrapped his arms around his waist again. “is this what you wanted, bbg? some cuddles?” will teased as he went to give mike a kiss on the cheek. “yeaaa, did it work?” mike asked innocently. “yes, it did, baby boy.” lucas chirped in as he gave mike a kiss on the crown of his head, mike giggled.

“you’re so cute, bbg!!” will exclaimed as he started kissing mike’s freckles, causing mike to giggle some more. soon, all of them started laughing. they all snuggled together up on the couch, mike was in the middle with lucas on his right and will on his left. they(lucas and will) began to spoon mike and he didn’t mind at all. mike started to get drowsy and yawned. soon, his eyes started to close and slumber took over. will and lucas looked at mike in admiration. “he’s so cute when he sleeps…” lucas whispered softly, will smiled and quietly chuckled. lucas sent a air kiss to will and he did the same in return. they both started to drift off.

@adorewillbyers @background-character-341 @geolikesstrangerthings @foodiewithdahoodie @pimplepogue @mwheelerz @delusional-dingus @verashalurks

[borrelia]

okay so like i said, i didn't catch much of the show. i spent the first part of the dream thinking "oh damn that new sonic series sounds CRAZY good, but I can watch it later." and spent my time putting a movie in my dvd player and the menu music was very loud and i turned it off so i wouldnt wake up my family. that kind of stuff. but i DID catch a couple clips of the finale--one that was out of context human characters i don't know having some kind of muted celebration over the credits, and one earlier on in the finale of sonic.

so roger craig smith has gotten fired. like in-universe. which means sonic himself is fired, in a way. sonic is aware of who roger is and that he's his voice okay. so the scene opens on sonic, exhausted, wearign a brown bomber jacket, interviewing for a job at a bar. but he can't say certain things or they'll be taken as a reference to the Sonic the Hedgehog IP, which roger (fired) isn't allowed to do. so he is just miserable, struggling to communicate anything without referencing the fact that he is literally Sonic the Hedgehog.

then AFTER this, i was thinking "god this is sooo good, i can't wait to wake up and actually watch it... wait... does this show only exist in my dreams? it does, doesn't it? fuuuuck i gotta watch it NOW" and i caught a clip of a much earlier episode.

without sonic noticing, his human father is murdered downstairs in their house. brutal. decapitation. the police come in and check it out and remove the body but fsr not the head??? sonic comes down and theres this bit where he's talking to some other characters, just casual, and he looks over and sees his father's head laying against the wall (with a photo stuck to it--the killer was leaving a message). and this visual i thought "i NEED to remember" of sonic and his human stepmom both asking "why is his head so far from his body" and realizing in unison that the killer carried the freshly-severed head across the room. and she just starts SCREAMING in agony on the floor while sonic, who STILL CAN'T CRY BTW, is stuck sitting at a kitchen bar chair with the most distressed and tense posture/expression imaginable as he tries to hold on to ANY sanity, staring at this bloody head on the floor.

like HORRIFYING expression, so good. he goes for a run after this btw.

also just before this scene, he is visited by hitmen who don't kill him right away. they instead instruct him to go to a Plot Location (a garden or amphitheater or something…. with a cult presence?). the lead guy hands sonic a gun clip, with the warning that when the time comes, he will take that back from sonic and use it to kill him. sonic is like "haha alright!" and then he sees his fathers head and so on.

and SADLY that is all i remember but GOD i wish i could watch this show for real, are you KIDDING ME??

absolutely insane dream tonight lads. about a sonic tv series that was an INCREDIBLY good drama, like better call saul kinda acclaim situation, which i thought "i'll get to it later, itl always be around" except turns out it WOULDNT bc its a DREAM and NOT REAL!!!!! so i only saw bits and pieces, incl of the finale but ohhgg my god

[bamsara]

Could you please do No. 2? "I'm dying" "You're not dying." Just imagining moon fed up with Y/N, also LOVE your stories btw, have a great day bam!

Moon Centric | Wordcount: 700 | AO3 Version

Set in the time period where Moon is not yet reinstated as DCA, still has 'glitch issues', Reader is somewhat used to it.

Since the coffee maker in the employee's lounge was broken since the start, and you're not entirely sure what they put in the drink at the pizzaplex's own cafe, you've made a habit of getting your morning coffee from the 24/7 gas station you frequent on your way to the pizzaplex whenever you have an early morning or super late night shift.

This night, however, you forgot.

You got your gas, even got a snack to munch on in the way out after saying hello to the gas station bot, and got all the way to the pizzaplex parking lot and unbuckling seatbelt before realizing you forgot the most important part of your day: the caffine you needed in order to get through the shift.

Well, you'll just have to go without.

And it sucks.

You're tired, a headache is on it's way, your eyes feel droopy. Monty says something in passing about how you're slower than usual, and even Freddy makes an awkward, concerned observation about how sluggish you seem to be and even offers his sofa to you for a nap. You politely decline, of course. The task list isn't going to complete itself.

Moon is, as expected, rather excited that you walk around work with slow movement like easy prey. So that's why you turn the lights on in the kitchen area as you're mopping so he can't make a sudden grab for you in here.

Said animatronic sits at the doorway, where the light and the dark between the kitchen and the adjacent room meet. It blurs over his pants, the contrast making white pupils against black eyes stand out further in the dark. A bit of a danger sign you've started to recognize, but you're basked in the light (as much as it hurts your eyes) and keep a flashlight on you at all times for a reason.

His head spins at a slow speed the entire time you're mopping, watching you with rampant attention. "You're tired." He says, and you audibly sigh. "Come here. Come to sleep."

You resist the urge to lean on the mop, turning to stare at him with dark circled eyes. "That is like the fifth time you've said that to me within the hour."

"You should take a nap." He ignores your statement, default wide smile on his face. Sitting criss-crossed on the ground, his fingers pluck at the carpet in mindless behavior, threatening to pull it up like grass. He sways a little when he talks. "Then I'll stop saying it."

Dramatically, and on purpose, you groan into the air of the kitchen loud enough that your voice echoes off the walls. "Great. Not only am I exhausted-" Your words make something in the animatronic tick, the sound of claws getting hooked into the carpet, the click of his head turn stopping at an angle. "-but I'm also getting harrassed by my coworker. I do not have the energy for this."

"Whiney baby." Moon chuckles, voice low and quick at the end. "I can fix that."

You don't even look at him, continuing to mop what looks like tomato paste stained on the floor. "I can complain as much as I want."

"Moody." He comments, amused. "Cranky."

Your nose wrinkles up as you finish up, picking up the mop bucket an dumping it into the sink. "Well, yeah I am. I'm dying."

A scoff. "You're not dying."

"I'm totally dying here." Careful not to get mop water on you, you stash the supplies in the corner of the room for the staffbots later, and thumb around for the small flashlight in your pocket. "Totally dying."

As you approuch the doorway, hand hovering over the kitchen's lightswitch to turn it off, Moon's bouncy behavior stills, like a predator getting ready to pounce. "I can fix that. Come here."

You flick on the flashlight and point it towards his feet, and the reaction is immediate; the animatronic leaps up, hisses in the motion, and practically scuttles on all fours up the wall as you chase him with the light beam. "Yeah, yeah. Go back up into the rafters, Starboy."

[just-a-creep-babe]

Can I please have habit smut? I love your work btw :))

Tysm luv! ^^

This one turned out a bit short but I just,, i love the thought of dropping hints you want Habit to rail you until he eventually snaps & releases allllll his pent-up frustrations into you 🥰🥰🥰

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

You should’ve known not to tease him so goddamn much

You didn’t think the flirty jokes or the sly touches were getting to him—but apparently, you were so, so wrong

“Awh, what’s wrong, little rabbit?” he coos, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You choke out a moan as he hits a spot that has your vision blurring

You can barely keep up with what he’s saying, your mind and body both way too overstimulated to think straight

“H-Habit,” you whimper his name, your voice breathless and shaky and needy

“All bark and no bite, hm? Here I fucking thought you wanted me to screw your brains out”

He wraps a hand around your throat almost possessively, his fingers digging into your neck

“Or are you just too fucked stupid to tell me this is exactly what you wanted?”

You claw at his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grasp because at this point, you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to

He sneers down at you, his teeth sharp and menacing as his pace doesn’t relent

Every time he pumps into you, you can feel yourself giving in—until all you can think about is Habit

“Fuck, I can see how fucking desperate you’re getting. You want me to cum inside you, hm? Want me to fill you up and breed you, little rabbit?~”

All you can do is nod

Lips parted, eyes glazed over in ecstasy—you just look too fucking cute; how could he not lean over to spit inside your mouth?

Your walls cinch around him when his saliva hits your tongue, and you swallow it down without even thinking

You instinctively wrap your legs around him, squeezing his hips, and the shift in angle is just enough to make you cum around his cock

“Fuck,” he curses, his voice splitting as dark eyes admire the sight of you cuming around him

“That’s right. Good fucking girl”

His voice is so low and latently threatening—even through your orgasm, it has you shivering and clenching tighter around him

It’s like you’re trying to milk him

Air rushes back to your lungs as he releases your throat

And as you’re gasping and choking, he doesn’t even pause to give you a chance to catch your breath

“Beg, little whore. Beg for me to cum inside this slutty cunt”

You’re panting and moaning, your brain scrambling in an attempt to keep up with the overstimulation

But even then, you somehow manage to plead semi-coherently

“P-please—fuck! Habit~ I-I need you—need you to cum inside me~”

He groans, nearly snarling, his cock twitching as he somehow fucks your even faster and harder

It’s too much

He lifts your legs over his broad shoulders, practically folding you in half to fuck you into a mating press

It has him reaching your cervix, the tip of his cock splitting you in half with every powerful thrust

“H-Habit, please—!~”

He twitches again, and then all at once, he snaps his hip forwards and cums as deep inside you as he possibly can

The feeling of him flooding your sex with his thick cum nearly sends you over the edge again

There’s so much of it; it gushes out around his length, making even more of a mess between your thighs

He tilts his head, grinning at the state he’s left you in

And after a few more languid thrusts, he pulls out, letting the rest of his cum and your arousal drip out of you

Spent and exhausted, you go to shut your legs, but he quickly grips your ankle before you can, forcing you to keep your legs open

He tsks, shaking his head like he’s disciplining a new puppy

“You really think I’m already done with you, little rabbit? After all that fucking teasing?”

His hand returns to your throat, grin widening at the fear flashing in your eyes

“No, I’ve barely fucking started~”

[theficcafe]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 - 06

↳ Genre: Angst, Fluff

↳ Pairing: college!gojo x fem!reader

↳ Warnings: unrequited love

↳ Playlist: (will link here!)

↳ Masterlist: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

song for this chapter: question..? - taylor swift

"Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices."

You didn’t have any history of insomnia. 

In fact, you had a healthy relationship with sleep. Unlike Shoko, whose body clock has been completely altered, you valued having 8 hours (or more) of sleep. You once explained the long term effects of having frequent all-nighters to Shoko using a PowerPoint presentation you created in an hour after seeing how exhausted she looked during the daytime, only for her to wave it off and say “everyone dies one day, anyway.”

It’s funny though - how you’re looking at Shoko now, fast asleep next to you, looking peaceful as ever, at 11PM. And yet here you are; eyes wide open, no trace of grogginess. You were wide awake and you knew it’d be awhile before you can join her in the dream land.

You reached for your phone on the night stand, unlocking it to look at the pictures you had taken earlier. The sunset looked beautiful in Tokyo, and you couldn’t help but take a piece of it with you through photography. You took quite a few selfies for remembrance, and spent the rest of the time thinking of someone  admiring its beauty.

A text notification from Yuuta snapped you back to reality. A small smile made its way to your lips upon seeing his name.

yu: when are youuu coming back home? mei mei’s so unforgiving with the shifts that i am covering for you! she said it’s for when you come back. you’d have all your shifts covered, so that means you still get paid. and i don’t get any?! i’m her brother!

You chuckled. Mei Mei has always been playful with Yuuta, teasing him every chance she gets. It’s always a fun dynamic to watch whenever you would be invited for sleep overs at their house. Though Yuuta sees it as a never ending cruelty imposed by his older sister, you, as the spectator, knows that this is Mei Mei’s way of showing his love for him, despite the age gap.

With them, you never once felt alone.

ramen provider: you get half, i promise!

yu: i better get half. also, i took all your ramen packs yesterday. figured they needed to be eaten by someone before they expire..

ramen provider: that’s the plan buddy

yu: why are u awake btw? you usually sleep early when you don’t have anything to do

You paused. 

You knew the answer; it’s already in the back of your mind. A certain name. 

How could a faceless person knock on the walls of your mind and make it their throne without your permission? How mighty could he be, Gojo Satoru, for him to reach every corner of your mind as his own? 

For you, he was the unexpected guest; one who knocked rapidly on your heart, only to be answered with deadly silence. But despite your eyes reflecting a very angry thunderstorm, he took his shoes off and barged right into your heart.

You diverted your attention back to your conversation with Yuuta.

ramen provider: just losing sleep lately, i guess..

—  or going insane.

“We’re going somewhere nice next week!”

You munched on your toast, eyes fixated on your phone. Mornings with Shoko were always eventful; once upon a sleepover when you both were 18, you woke up to Shoko completely awake, hugging a pillow, just.. looking right at you. It freaked you out to say the least, but you didn’t have time to react or even scream because even in that moment, Shoko is certain what she wants to do for the day.

“Do you want to skip school with me?”

You could even barely blink.

What you loved about your best friend is her skill to be able to specify plans. Whenever you were with her, you were always out. It wasn’t bothersome to you because you thought your dynamic is perfectly balanced, with you being introverted and Shoko being the best of both worlds. She isn’t the most sociable, but she’s way more sociable than you could ever be. She is your walking itinerary - your personal travel document. She’s always going somewhere, and she knows how to get there.

When you say you'd probably be found dead in a ditch somewhere without Shoko, you meant that.

“And where could that be?” You asked, slightly distracted, eyes scanning your SNS feed. You stumbled upon an exchange program advertisement and got curious.

Shoko took a sip of her coffee, eyes twinkling in excitement. “A close friend of mine from med school - who is, by the way, filthy rich - invited me to their staycation. I actually turned him down but he insisted, so I told him I have to bring my bestest friend in the whole world or I am not getting on that boat. He was more than happy to agree.”

You felt as though you got slapped. Glancing up from your phone, you barely managed to register her words before you were up yelling. “What?! I didn’t get to say yes!”

“Were you going to say no?”

“Well - Iei, I don’t know them!”

Shoko pouted, standing up to take her now empty “I Hate Mondays” mug to the sink for a wash. “That’s the whole point - you can get to know them! We won’t be alone with him.”

You almost fainted. “That’s even worse! Iei, You know I am the worst with people.”

Shoko turned around, mug still in hand, but is now covered in dishwashing soap. She sent you a disapproving look. “No you aren’t. You just choose not to mingle with people.”

Feeling defeated, you sat down in despair. You let out a groan, to which Shoko responded with a giggle. She turned to you with a reassuring smile. “C’mon, Y/N. I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to branch out and get out of your little shell. Of course, if you really don’t wanna go, I won’t force you. We can stay here in Tokyo and visit a lot of places. I just figured you’d want to get to know the friends I made here, too.”

You suddenly felt guilty. Taking a good look at Shoko (who’s still busy washing her mug), you realized that though she may look the same as before, for some reason, she looked somewhat… far. Living with Shoko means living with familiarity—like a mug of cocoa on Christmas Day when your parents would actually be home, and they’d prepare a simple dinner before exchanging gifts. Shoko felt exactly like that scenario.

She’s so familiar that somehow, along the way of basking into this familiarity and loneliness, you unconsciously blurred out her life. What did you even know about Shoko after you both went to college?

Of course you tell each other everything (with Shoko being more talkative than you are) but now, actually thinking deep about it, you realized how vague her stories have gotten; it’s almost full of “Here’s how my day went”, “I’m so tired!”, “I hate med school!”

You never dug deeper.

That’s why the last line of her reply struck you the most; because she’s Shoko, your best friend since forever, the one who witnessed you go through the horrifying consequences of transitioning to adulthood, the only person who you can call at 4 am when you’re in the middle of an academic breakdown or when you want to make a long commentary about the show you’re currently watching. Your person - and despite this, you never even bothered to ask if she had company. If she has made good friends.

Today, at 6 o’clock in the morning, with the sound of tap water running in the background and Shoko humming softly to a song, you realized how big the world has gotten.

It was no longer just Shoko and you.

“Yellow looks so good on you.”

You scowled, red hue rushing its way to your cheeks. “No, Shoko.”

You’re not sure how you got yourself in this situation - a happy Shoko swiping her cards left and right, hopping on every store she sees to “better prepare for the trip.”

An hour ago, you told Shoko you were going; but on one condition - you’d never go swimming.

It’s not as if you were the worst swimmer out there, it’s more of the fact that you never packed a swim attire. When you told Shoko, her eyes gleamed so bright you could mistake her for Christmas lights (and you know she’s just going to use your dilemma as an excuse to go shopping and splurge).

You never anticipated yacht parties and big pools and rich medical students on vacation, so hey, who could blame you?

You had agreed to go shopping for essentials; sunscreen, water bottles, blankets, towels..

..and yet you’re in a bikini shop.

“Oh please!” Shoko exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders to give you a playful shove, “I have seen you wear bikinis a thousand times, Y/N. And every time you do, you always rock it.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully, “That was years ago, Ie.” You snatched the clothing from her hand and quickly put it back in the rack. “Everything has changed.”

Shoko sent a playful look, “Oh really? I don’t know - you wanna show me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and sighed. “You know what. I just wanna get this over with, so alright, I’ll take the yellow one.” You pulled your wallet out of your pocket just in time when Shoko suddenly ran towards the cashier at a fast pace.

“No, this one’s on me!”

"Shoko."

She continued to run, fully aware of the daggers you are shooting her way. You sighed, finally admitting defeat. "Fine, but the food's on me!"

Looking back at your pouting form, Shoko sent a playful wink and gave you a thumbs up, "You got it!"

You didn't know if it was all the shopping, or Shoko literally dragging you everywhere (maybe this was mostly it), but you suddenly felt sick. Not sick-sick, more like the idea of hopping onto a yacht for God knows how long with a bunch of people you completely do not know or have any history with finally sinking in, in the middle of a swimwear store.

Holy shit.

A million thoughts ran through your mind - as a socially-selective person, you honestly did not know how to prepare yourself for this trip. No amount of sunscreen and wine can prepare you for conversations, your number one enemy.

Despite the chaos in your mind, you remained seated, embodying the perfect image of a stone for being so still. Shoko seemed to notice, already crouching down to meet your gaze. She had a worried look on her face, an image you're all too familiar with.

"Hey," She spoke, hand coming up to poke your cheek. Your eyes instantly met hers, mustering a tiny smile to reassure her that you're dying inside okay.

You made a mental note to write cue cards and practice conversing with yourself in the bathroom back at Shoko's apartment.

Standing up, you let out a nervous chuckle to mask the fact that you are one second away from backing out of this rich friend-yacht-party rendezvous. "Alright, enough with shopping, please. You know I have a high metabolism, I think I burned half of my soul from all that walking."

Shoko rolled her eyes, a playful smile making its way to her cherry-red lips. "We literally went to three places, Y/N. One of them was the bathroom."

"That still takes up so much energy."

You both walked out of the swimwear shop (and finally, finally tasted true freedom) when Shoko grabbed your free hand, her playful smile turning to a grin so contagious you found yourself smiling too. "Why are you so smiley?"

You asked, and yet you knew. She shrugged, looking ahead. "This trip means a lot to me, and I know you aren't really built for things like these, so thank you for choosing to come and fighting the urge to finish the world war II documentary I know you've been watching. The urge is strong, I know; because you're a nerd."

You just smiled to yourself silently. She really knows you like the back of her hand; at the same time, you were creeped out - because you only really watched the documentary around 4AM when she was fast asleep on your shared bed.

A thousand walks later, you were finally the first one in line for a famous restaurant Shoko has been blabbering about for the past few days. At this point, you were finally convinced that your soul has finally transcended from all the waiting you'd done on behalf of your angry, frustrated best friend who kept complaining about how unfair the staff has been treating the customers. The truth is, you could have been inside thirty minutes ago if it wasn't for the rich-looking couple who obviously did not reserve a slot and lied about it to get ahead. What's worse is the staff not even sparing a glance, allowing them to walk inside.

Aside from waiting, you had also been suffering from secondhand embarrassment. Shoko, the ever-so-feisty one between the two of you, had been talking to the staff responsible for the reservation list. The more she got upset, the more her voice got louder, and you had to pull her back to remind her that you guys were in public.

"I swear," Shoko huffed, hands on her hips, rolling her eyes at the unbothered staff who clearly knew what he was doing, "I will rate this zero stars."

"That's mean." You uttered, pushing her back slightly. "It was just a person - the whole crew doesn't need to suffer from a negative review."

Pushing back, Shoko sent you a firm look (that did not even intimidate you; you think she only looked like an angry cat.)

"My legs are cramping, Y/N! I am wearing heels!" She whispered, pain laced in her voice. You laughed lowly, sending her a teasing smile. "You literally could've just sat on the waiting chairs."

"There were chairs?"

Before you could even let out a funny comeback (that you thought was genius), a deep voice spoke from behind you, the scent of wood sage and sea salt cologne coming off strong, almost making you feel dizzy from how strong it was.

That's when it started.

The loud, clicking sound; follows its own rhythm, getting louder and louder as the scent from behind you becomes stronger, filling your nostrils.

"Shoko?"

You turned around at the familiar tone, one that reminded you of train stations and parks.

You were meant to meet his eyes - the kind man who offered to walk to the park when you got lost. Toji, if you could recall well, was his name.

But you met someone else's gaze instead.

The clicking in your mind disappeared. It had turned eerily quiet, except for the low buzzing in your ears. It seemed as though the clicking faded out, like a countdown reaching its last number.

Somewhere in your mind, you could hear Shoko speaking, mixed with Toji's voice who kept calling your name.

But you were someplace else.

Somewhere blue.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓪𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻!

hi everyone, it’s kao!

it has been mONTHS!!! i missed everyone on here so much!

thank you for all the kind words! even when I was away, I had been receiving messages and replies from my lovely readers. i got too busy juggling work and school and had literally zero time for my hobbies. you guys have no idea how much I missed writing!

anyway, i have been [secretly] writing chapters in my drafts just in case I finally found the time to proof-read them and finally publish it for you guys ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ but I had to focus on more important things for me this month, so I left these babies unpublished for the meantime. i wanted to make sure everything was perfect before publishing them!

but fear not my friends, i am [officially] back in business!! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

as always, feedback/reblogging would me a lot to me! thank you for the small appreciation you guys have shown!  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

see u guys in chapter 07!

kao, out! ʚ♡ɞ

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

AHHHHHH

fatgum owning the small diner in town which is very one’s spot to go after work and it’s closed late and opens early, the favourite date spot for teenagers and ranch hands alike. They say where the coffee is always good and the food will cure any of your ailments. Kirishima Takes Bakugo there constantly in the mornings after a long night of having to work into the night helping birth cattle. They are exhausted after a hot shower and need to eat something, “I am not cooking for you.” Kirishima states bluntly, so they go to the diner. Taishiro being happy to serve customers in the early morning. Smiling big and Bakugo rolling his eyes. Seeing a waitress in a pretty red and white sundress and a black apron giving the regulars beside him and Kirishima sass and attitude. And Bakugo loves it. Instead of Kirishima dragging him in he goes in when he sees her on shift. Flirts in his own way. Giving back the sass she throws and when he goes too far and the young pretty waitress starts to tear up, his heart breaks and Taishiro glares at him, telling him to go. He brings flowers to apologize but can’t say it, so he writes it on the card. She accepts the gift. Eventually he sees in the corner behind the counter, the flowers dried and hanging on the wall upside down. And when he points them out to the waitress she blushes he smiles so wide. He thinks it’s the most adorable thing.

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my head got the better of me and It might be slightly out of character but, soft bakugo when exhausted sounds so cute. Give me your thoughts, or continue writing this lovely, you look gorgeous btw. ♥️

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Oh my god, I have almost nothing to add to this, it was so beautiful and perfect.

But like. Just imagine, Bakugou walks down to the end of the counter where Reader is prepping coffee and Taishiro slides up to Kiri, happily enjoying his meal.

"She's single yknow," he drops casually, wiping the counter and Kiri freezes, a piece of toast perched in his teeth.

"Who?" he mumbles around the bread and Taishiro rolls his eyes, tilting the other man's head to focus on Bakugou and Reader.

"Ohhh." Kiri grins, watching his friend, who clearly has a crush, interact. "I'll be sure to pass on the message," he chuckles, and Taishiro nods.

"Good. Normally, I wouldn't push any of my girls in Bakugou's direction," he admits, then shrugs. "but he seems to actually be behaving for once."

As if on cue, the two men watch as your smile drops from your face as Bakugou grins, leaning further over the counter, and your bottom lip wobbles. Neither have time to react before you're taking the half full pot of coffee you were holding and dumping it in the blonde's lap, slamming the empty container down and storming to the back, wiping tears from your face angrily.

"Oh, shit-" Kiri chokes, practically falling out of his chair as he tries to rush and do damage control, but Taishiro's already clearing his plate, much to Kiri's distress.

"Think you boys outta leave," he grumbles, shooting daggers at the duo.

They never did find out what exactly Bakugou had said to cause such a reaction, but it didn't matter.

He was quick to apologize. Partially because he'd never meant to make the pretty girl cry and partially because Kiri threatened to 'accidentally castrate' him if he never got to eat there again.

(No U)