#the way he wakes her up w that soft lil touch

[hoshigray]

HOSHII MY LOVE this is gonna be my first ever request to you 😕 i usually refrain bc i get shy but im so touch deprived rn i NEED YOU TO (only if u want to no pressure pookie) MAKE A LIL MAKEOUT DRABBLE with literally any character plsplspls its carnal atp i love u

-🍓

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the way i wanted to make this a multi-post, but i've been thinkng this exact scenario w/ toji for the past week, it needs to get out of my head!! i appreciate you entrusting you're first req w/ me awwww ;w;

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! reader - suggestive content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - dry humping/grinding - thigh riding - fluff yet...suggestive - grinding - thigh riding - fingering (f! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - Toji and you being touch starved - implied reader is toji's partner who looks after Tsumiki and Megumi (yes, I'm feeling soft, shut up) - mention of spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

After swaddling Megumi to sleep, you slowly put him in his cradle. The year-old baby snores silently as he leaves your arms’ warmth and lies in the comforting chill of the sheets. You then move silently to tuck in Tsumiki, the toddler sleeping in her tiny bed. You kiss her forehead gently, making her smile unconsciously. After saying a hushed goodnight, you close the door.

The plan was to stay until the kids fell asleep, stopping by your boyfriend's place for a night since it's been a little while since you last saw each other. Work’s been keeping you away for a minute, and stopping by at his apartment was needed to happen before you crash out from stress. And seeing the little ones’ faces was the cherry on top, their wholesome beaming faces instantly fueling your social battery. 

After silently walking out of the hall, you enter the living room, where your boyfriend stands by the chair with your bag. You smile pleasantly, teetering your way to him. And he, Toji, smirks at you, straightening a bit when you’re close enough. “Gotta go,” you say with a whisper. “Better catch some sleep before heading back to the office tomorrow. Megumi should be out till morning, so you should sleep easy tonight.”

“Thank Christ,” he makes you giggle, hushed not to wake the children.

The silence pushes you to look at him, your heart skipping at his forest green orbs already latched onto your frame. You cough faintly before grabbing for your purse. “Need anything before I go?”

A hand grabs your wrist to pull, and Toji impersonates thinking to himself while his hands snake to your waist to draw you closer. You roll your eyes – knowing what game he’s playing – but the smile on your face doesn’t falter. He then says, “Mmm, only one thing comes to mind.”

“And what would that be?” You quirk a brow, but your expression changes once he brings his face inches closer.

“I’m still waiting’ fr’ my kiss.” His gruff tone is dialed down, but his words affect a warmth to coarse through your chest.

It’s hard to say no when Toji’s nose brushes yours, lips hovering over yours, and your eyelids closing on their own. How long has it been since you’ve been close to him like this? You can’t even remember, work corrupting you for so long that this moment feels a little surreal.

“Hmm?” He teases you with a kiss on your cheek, and you shiver at the contact. “A guy can’t get a goodnight kiss before seein’ his baby off?”

You bastard… Holding back is futile when he kisses the corner of your lips, your hands cup his face, and bring him to your lips properly. He groans, the both of you sighing as your hands wrap around his neck.

You break the kiss, knowing it isn’t sufficient for you both. Toji licks your bottom lip, and you whimper as he kisses you again, a soft noise resulting from the withdrawal. “Toji—Mmm,” scarred lips claim yours once more, this time with more hunger. “I have to go…”

Your words aren’t acknowledged, not when he chews on your bottom lip — a signal for more access. Fuck, your resolve dwindles with the insertion of his tongue, almost going weak in the knees. But before that, Toji smoothly picks you up, and the sudden shift has you yelp.

“Stay with me,” Holy shit, the way he was looking at you caused your stomach to do flips. So entranced that you don’t realize he is walking to the couch to place you down on your back, crawling above you. “I missed you. Just tonight, sweetie.”

Liar, you know he wants you here for more precisely because that’s what you wish. But, “I…I can’t, I have to go—Mmmph…!”He slammed his mouth to yours again, nibbling on your lip until his tongue was let back inside your mouth. You moan, his leg propped in between yours, bumping his knee to your groin, which has you screaming silently. “Ahhnn! Toji, not there!”

“Shhh, relax, angel,” he coos, using a hand to massage your skull affectionately. He moves his knee, and you’re practically grinding on his thigh with a chewed lip.

“I can’t stay,” you’re hushed by his lips again, and your hips move on their own. “I have to go…Ohhh.”

“You say that, but look who’s ridin’ my thigh.” His chortle is low, and your stomach does knots. Toji moves your legs so he can be nestled between them, and kissing your neck melts you under him. “C’mon, princess, ya know I can’t let you go like this.”

Your brows scrunch together at him sucking your skin, legs coming around his waist as you hump into him. Toji does the same, rocking his hips to you perilously, the groin of his sweats grinding onto your bottoms, covering your throbbing chasm. God, it felt too good to stop now, your hands roaming inside his white wifebeater to purchase. 

He kisses you again, spit covering your soft lips, and you whine as he teases and sucks on your tongue; your breath hitches while his free hand slithers down inside your bottoms, and a shaky shriek is prompted by his fingers pushing into your panties.

“That’s right,” he coaxes you between pecks, loving the way your hands scratch on him. “Gonna treat ya right t’night, angel—”

However, the fun stops once you two hear the sound of a door crying, sniffling, and cries getting louder as they approach closer. It was Tsumiki, the poor girl shedding tears through her drowsy state. 

“Miki?” You call to the toddler; Toji quietly moves off you so the little brunette can come running into your arms. “Can’t sleep, sweetie?” She nods and burrows her face into your chest. You kiss her temple, “Must’ve been a nightmare.”

Her father hums and ruffles his daughter’s hair, chuckling when she swats his hand away. Toji then leans to your ear, “I’ll get the bed ready.” A mild glare meets a naughty grin before he gets up to his bedroom, leaving you on the couch to soothe the crying child back to sleep.

So much for sleeping easy tonight…

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[grizzlybearsarecool]

A little Secret...

Warning- spelling mistakes 🥹, and chaos, and simply bakugo has snot okay? I touched grass

This is my first time writing so excuse me if I suck at writing stories and this didn't get saved like 3 times and I re wrote this 3 times this is the fourth time...*my hand is broken*✨

•even the strongest needs comfort•

The moonlight was shooting it's light across your room which made it look like those Pinterest aesthetic pictures, and there was your beauty lying in a comfortable bed which made the room look more beautiful. You were comfortably lying down while slightly suffocating a pillow which was being hugged by your arms and legs which somehow bought you comfort, as you were wondering off your dream world you felt the cold breeze kiss your soft adorable cheek which triggered some goosebumps, and for more trouble your mouth started to feel dry which awoke you from your weirdly interesting dream.

"worm.. " you said waking up from your wired dream. You stretched your arm to reach the bottle of water which was kept on you bedside table."I should really visit a therapist, no joke.." you said to your self before opening your bottle of water. You thought about the dream you had of interviewing a worm as you were appreciating the everyone's favourite night cold water going down you throat as you were getting ready to go back to your dream world you felt hunger boil up inside you you tried ignoring it but..."Grrr..." You stomach said in its alien language but yet us humans somehow understood that the meaning of it was 'I AM HUNGRY I WILL MAKE YOU PUKE IF YOU DON'T FEED ME! IDIOT..' "Seriously.. right now?" You said in a sarcastic way. As soon as you got up on your feet you felt all of your bones starting to crack and it was painfully satisfying and I would like to add sadness because it reminded of you the fact you are getting old and you don't even have a boyfriend or a job (😭).

You dragged your self across the hallways untill you reached the kitchen, you saw the angelic cookies stacked in a glass jar it was so beautiful that your mouth started crying. "I'm sure momo wouldn't mind me eating her cookies.." you said as you reached into the jar to get the cookies...(y/n I'm disappointed in you babe..)

You were munching on you cookies like a lil' bunny while peacefully sitting on the countertop untill you felt some energy building up inside you which literally kicked sleepiness out of your body "Not just a therapist maybe a doctor too.." you reacted to your weird energy wave. You finished your cookie and jumped out of the counter and went back to your room and wore a sweater to keep you warm while you were on your little roof top visit,you climbed up the stairs expecting a locked door to open but only to find a wide open door •"who is this maniac who woke up and decide to go to the roof top at 3.00am?.. me.. but still, I wonder who it is"• you entered the roof top silently so you wouldn't scare who ever was chilling on the roof top, as soon as you looked at the night sky you were blessed by a beautiful view...

As you were busy getting hypnotized by the view you heard a little *sniff* which made you loose in the little staring contest you were having with the sky and made look at the direction where the sound came from....

You saw the famous blond spiky head sitting peacefully on the long cement bench where most of the 1A hangouts where placed at. But the more you stared at the human Pomeranian the more you got to see his face getting ruined by tears.

You walked closer towards him and softly said "hey katsu, are you good?" He jumped at the unexpected voice and quickly hid his face away from you. "W-what the he-hell are y-you doing he-here?" He asked as sadness dripped down his voice which made you melt like a ice cream in summer. "A very long story, but katsu why are you crying? You pretty face is getting ruined" you sneaked a little flirt in hoping it would make him feel better •"she thinks my face is pretty..."• he blushed at his thoughts but the nightmare came back to his mind. "I'm not crying dammit... It's just I'm.... Sweating.'" he said hesitantly and the word 'lie' was clearly written in the sentence he just said. "Really katsu, that's the best you got? I didn't know eyes sweated would you care to explain this in a scientific terms?..." You said as sarcasm shinned like a star in the words you said you grinned to yourself and looked back at bakugo which made your grin fade away. "I don't know what y-" you grabbed his face gently and made him face you and took a tissue you had in you sweater and gently cleaned his face the small act you did made him turn in to a real life beetroot, and ofc you had do tease him about it! "Awww, is the great bakugo Katsuki blushing because y/n L/n is cleaning his gross snot filled face?" You laughed like a germilin. "WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE RUINING THE MOMENT DAMMIT EVERY HAS SNOT OK?!? AND IM NOT GROSS YOU ARE.." he screamed at you. "There is my cliché bakugo welcome back!" You said pulling him into a hug which which he surprisingly accepted, you pulled away after a few seconds making him a little sad and cold. "Now, I have made your heart I'm of-"(revenge is a bitch bcz now YOU got cut off) "well, its still not made tho, if you sleep with me maybe it'll fully repair.." oh boy, he is taking advantage Mr. Smarty pants now can successfully cuddle his women who he has been simping for a long time. "Oh really if you say so then.. let's heal your little heart" you gently smiled at him.

You both made your way to your room because he said his room has 'HiS dIpPrEsSiOn In It' and said he wanna got to your room he's such a cute lil' boy..

You and him lied down together, as you were tryna get comfy you felt a arm and leg being put over your torso and a head nuzzling against your neck now it wasn't A pillow it was you who was getting suffocated (revenge is a- SHUT UP DAMMIT)

"you better not tell anyone about this or I'll kill your plushies.." he whispered "oh my, ok damn.. I promise" for the plushies sake you agreed. You kissed his forehead and started to play with his hair "it will be our little secret..'

this is my first fan fiction and I hope I did a good job and please if you have any type of advice feel free to comment about it If you like my work you can follow me if you want i'd fell really happy if you did hope you have a good day and stay beautiful byee...

[coconutcordiale]

do not disturb

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

warnings- 18+ only minors DNI, what's a plot never met her, explicit protected piv sex, lil corruption/innocence kink, choking (pls look up the correct way before doing it), hangman's dirty mouth, size kink (if jake doesn't have a big dick I'm staging a revolt), brat tamer hangman if you squint, inexperienced ish reader (tried but I'm a hoe so idk if I managed it), no kink negotiation here (talk to your partners first irl), safewords not explicitly stated but I promise this is consensual af, excessive pet names, exasperated sleepy friends to lovers

length- 4k this was supposed to be like 1k I don't know blame hangman

an- this is just smut w lil fluff sprinkles. i'm a hangman girl (read: I'm obsessed with glen powell) so I felt some type of way about being mean to him in tailspin & that's why this now exists. also idfk what this even is sorry! hope it's not terrible ok ily bye

Technically, it’s the middle of the night. 

That’s why you’re burying homicidal urges when you hear knocking on your hotel room door. 

Urges that increase tenfold when you open it to see Jake Seresin, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly in an old Navy shirt that looks way too soft for your sleep addled brain to deal with right now. 

“Hangman,” you greet drily. “Why the fuck.”

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you’re not unhappy to see him, per se, but it’s well past acceptable social hours. He’ll have to forgive your less than enthusiastic welcome. Part of you thinks you might still be sleeping.

He at least has the decency to look sheepish for waking you up. Well, about as sheepish as Hangman is capable of looking. “Coyote said he was bringing someone back to our room. Can I crash with you tonight? Everyone else is either hooking up or dead asleep.”

Fucking weddings. 

You narrow your eyes. “What if I have someone here?”

He smirks and you kind of want to slap him. 

A testament to your willpower, you sigh instead, briefly wondering if it’s really that bad to force him to sleep in the hallway, before opening the door and stepping to the side. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he drawls, letting you feel the heat of his body as he passes by you, just a touch too close for comfort.

“Cool pjs.” He smirks again, raking his eyes up and down your colorful matching shorts and shirt set. 

“Bite me.”

Hangman smiles good-naturedly causing you to idly wonder if anything has ever bothered him in his entire life. 

“You’re real cute when you’re tired,” he says instead of being offended and now you’re debating if you actually should slap him, or maybe yourself for the way his compliment brings heat to your cheeks. 

“Where’s Phoenix? Thought you were sharing a room with her this weekend.”

Your stomach drops as you consider that Phoenix might be why he came to crash in your room, and you try not to make a face at its betrayal. 

“She’s probably in your room with Coyote,” you deadpan to cover up your discomfort, and then relish in the way his mouth drops open in surprise. “Christ, aren’t you supposed to be smart, Hangman? I’m kidding, she met someone at the reception.”

You know you’re being a little more abrasive with him than normal, but you can’t quite help the jabs that come out when you’re feeling uneasy. 

And Hangman does nothing, if not make you very, very uneasy. Especially like this, with his blonde hair soft and flopping all over his forehead, that old t-shirt clearly having been shrunk in the wash over the years straining across his chest, riding up a little high above his sweatpants. 

The gears are clearly turning in his head, no doubt forming something witty to gain back the slight upper hand you’ve gained in this verbal sparring. 

You should be preparing yourself for whatever he’s about to say that’s sure to make you lose your footing. But he looks like a goddamn sleepwear model like this, mellow and soft and cuddly, eyes drooping a little from tiredness and the whiskey he was sipping on all night, clothes begging to have someone’s hands fisted in them and…okay. Stopping that train of thought right the fuck now.

Nothing but danger lies down that road with a girl like you and a guy like Hangman.

You’re contemplating if you could get away with taking a cold shower when he finally looks around your room, its distinct lack of two beds apparently killing whatever comeback he had on the tip of his tongue. 

“I can sleep on the floor.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck again and his uncharacteristic awkwardness is starting to make your skin itch. 

Message received, Hangman. We both know I’m not your type.

You’ve seen the girls he usually goes home with. Even if every single one of them wasn’t annoyingly beautiful, you already know where you stand with him. For all intents and purposes, you’re just another one of the guys. Sure, you don’t take a different conquest home every other night like the rest of them, but you banter and compete with them like buddies. 

And since you and Hangman are just buddies, you roll your eyes for appearances. “Just get in the bed, Seresin. It’s huge, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.”

He shrugs, like he’s giving himself credit for his half-assed offer and goes to pull his sweatpants off. You give him a withering look of disbelief, studiously avoiding looking at the way his boxers stretch over his muscular thighs. 

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

He just gives you a dazzling smile in response, and you spin away from him before everything inside you melts. 

Turning the thermostat down, you shoot an evident you’re welcome stare in his direction, but his sweatpants remain in their place on the floor. He’s laid out on the bed, all tanned skin and muscle, arms crossed behind his head in a way that’s surely meant to draw your attention straight to his biceps. 

Deep breath, you tell yourself. You can do this, just lay down on the other side and don’t be weird. 

You get in and pull the covers tight, hoping the shiver that runs through you as the air conditioning kicks on isn’t noticeable. 

“And I’m dramatic,” Jake huffs, getting under the blanket and rolling closer to you. You tense, merely out of reflex and a frown creases his eyebrows almost imperceptibly before he gets comfortable on his side, pulls you into his arms. “Relax, sugar. Just trying to keep you warm, since you’re always so cold. Been told I’m like a furnace.”

By who?  You want to snap at him, but instead you swallow the words and lean into his chest. He really is warm. 

“Would never do anything you don’t want me to,” he mumbles, but there’s a trace of a chuckle in his voice that feels like he’s making fun of you.

Mocking aside, that's definitely true.

You'd never expect him to do any of the things you want him to, either. There's a reason your apprehension stems from you crossing some sort of invisible line with him in your bed and not vice versa.

"I know," you whisper, not trusting yourself to say much else without divulging all the thoughts about him you've buried deep under your comforter at home.

“How come you didn’t ask anyone else to come up and keep you warm?” Jake teases, after a few moments of silence where you were busy focusing on the whirr of the air conditioner and trying to ignore your pounding heart. 

You squint, still kind of wondering if he can feel your pulse racing. 

“The curly haired guy, from the wedding,” he supplies helpfully to answer your confused expression.

Oh. You’re surprised Jake noticed you talking to him at all. “It’s not like I wanted to sleep with him. We were just chatting.” 

“Well, he definitely wanted to.” You’d love to imagine there’s a hint of bitterness in his tone, but you know that’s just wishful thinking.

“That’s not really my thing,” you say quietly, as if he doesn’t already know. He knew enough to know you wouldn’t have anyone up here with you, after all.

It’s so much easier, laying here in the dark, not having to meet his beautiful green eyes, to be honest. All your jabs having melted into smooth, silky edges at the warmth of his body.

There’s a playful lilt to Jake’s voice again. “Sex?”

You smack him lightly on the chest. “One-night stands. I can never get comfortable enough with a stranger to have a good time, things are just better for me when it’s more involved.”

When there’s feelings, you don’t say, because you’re pretty sure he can put two and two together without you having to spell it out.

You still kind of wish you hadn’t said anything, are kicking yourself for admitting that out loud when he cuts through the anxiety of your internal monologue.

“Nothing wrong with knowing what you want, darlin’.”

“It sucks sometimes,” you admit. “It can be a little lonely.”

“Better than being with the wrong person if it’s just going to make you feel bad.”

Part of you wants to roll your eyes and scoff at him, as if Casanova Jake Seresin has any idea what that feels like, but he’s rubbing small, comforting circles in between your shoulder blades and it’s short-circuiting your brain. You find yourself running your fingers up his spine instead, playing with the soft threads of his t-shirt like you’ve wanted to since the moment you saw him at your door tonight.

“Feels nice,” he comments, pulling you in closer.

Spurred on by his praise you keep going, wandering down his back to where his shirt rides up. You look down and see that little strip of blonde hair that disappears into the waistband of his boxers, slung low enough that you can see that stupid Adonis belt on his abs. Your hand moves to the front of him of its own accord, tracing the ridges there, brushing dangerously close to the strip of elastic at the top.

Jake’s arm pops up so he can support his head with his hand, looking down at you imploringly. “What’re you playing at, sugar?”

You take your hand back like it’s been burned, cheeks suddenly hot as you realize you’d gotten carried away. “I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t think about what I was doing. Got distracted.”

He’s definitely smirking, you can practically feel it in the air above you, but you’re sure as hell not going to look up and see that self-important grin for yourself.

He pulls your fingers back to his stomach, and you can’t help but immediately brush them over his happy trail. The dusting of blonde hair surprises you a little, having expected Hangman to be too vain to leave any hair around that might distract from his physique.

You’re silently wondering if he has any hair on his chest when he catches a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You see his green eyes darkened, studying your face for something. You’re not entirely sure what.

Apparently finding what they’re looking for his expression softens, the hand supporting his head going to brush hair away from your face and you break eye contact, feeling small under his undivided attention. His fingers hover for a second, like he wants to do something more, but go to rest on your pillow instead.

“Thought that I had you pegged wrong all along for a second there, using lines to get in my pants. That’s not really my thing,” he mimics, smile twitching at the edges of his lips.

“Oh, I’m—Jake, I’m not—” you stutter, certain you must be bright red now. Your fingers are playing with the hem of his t-shirt, nervous and fidgety energy working to get released.

I’m not like this, you want to say. I’m not like you.

He exhales audibly, looking down at you, at the cherry blooming on your cheeks, at where your dainty fingers pluck at his shirt. His hand clenches once in the pillow above your head, knuckles practically white, before releasing.

“I know, sweets, was only joking. Fuck, I get that you’re a good girl,” he breathes, strained like he’s barely holding it together. “S’why I always want to ruin you.”

What.

Everything inside your mind shuts off.

All you can hear is the humming of the air conditioner, the slow intake of air into his lungs. Something inside you clenches.

You’re fairly certain a sound that closely resembles a whimper breaks from your throat, but you can’t know for sure, since all thoughts have been erased from your brain.

You hear him suck in a sharp breath, breathing in and out evenly for a couple seconds, regaining control, before he speaks again. “Sorry, sweetheart. Shouldn’t have said that. I won’t, told you I’d never do anything you don’t want.”

You already know that. That’s not the problem. The problem is how many nights you’ve already spent wishing his fingers were on you instead of your own. How many nights you've spent biting back his name, too embarrassed to let your lips form the syllables of someone who you were certain didn’t want you.

Now, though, those walls of certainty seem to be crumbling at every edge. 

“What if I want you to?” You ask quietly, barely above a whisper. It almost gets stuck in your throat, but you force your lips to form those words and let them leave your lungs.

Jake’s entire body goes tense.

But then he rolls over, putting you on your back and caging you in with his arms.

“You mean that?” He’s looking at you intensely, so intensely you might be frightened if you weren’t distracted by the weight of him on top of you, by every single scorching point of contact between you. 

All you can manage is a nod, eyes starting to glaze over as he fills every inch of your vision.

He chuckles. “Guess that’s a yes.”

Jake ducks his head to kiss you, it’s sweet, sweeter than you ever would’ve expected from him. Sweeter than you thought it would be when you were hiding beneath the sheets in your bed, with your fingers on your clit, choking back his name. 

But then he slides his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss as he tangles a hand in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you moan straight into his mouth. His lips move down to ghost over your neck, across your jaw. 

And suddenly his words are hot in your ear. “What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to ruin you? Tell you about all the times I’ve thought about taking you apart?”

Your thighs clench together, heat blooming in your stomach and you notice, all at once, how wet you really are, slick pooling between your thighs under the wispy material of your sleep shorts. 

You open your mouth to say yes, desperately trying to find your voice, to find your familiar jabs so you can go toe to toe with him like normal, but all that comes out is a squeak. 

His hand stops at your neck, just briefly, thumb rubbing on your pulse point. And it turns every last bit of you in you to sweet, sticky, melting caramel. Your breath hitches, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whimper.

He’s not even doing anything, not really, but your mind immediately latches onto what he could be.

Jake’s eyes go wide for just a second before something wicked glints in the thin ring of green left.

“Thought you were so fucking innocent,” he grunts, running his thumb from your pulse point to your jaw and back again. You bring your hands to his, pulling him closer, silently asking him to press down.

You open your mouth to respond, but you don’t know how to explain. You may not do this kind of thing a lot, but you know what you like. Your imagination has certainly run wild enough times.

But any words that might’ve been readying themselves to leave your lips wither into nothing the moment he squeezes your neck.

“Jake,” you gasp, words breathy underneath the fingers around your throat. “Jake, I…”

“Hmm, what’s that, sweetheart?” His hand relents a little so you can answer, but you immediately wish he’d tighten his hold again.

“Yes, Jake,” you whine. “I want you to ruin me.”

And you don’t know what’s come over you, if you were even an ounce more present in your own body you’d probably be embarrassed.

But Jake’s head drops next to his hand at the crook of your neck, and he makes a strangled noise, the moan reverberating through your skin. 

“Jesus,” he mutters against you. “Trying to kill me, sugar?”

You don’t have an answer for that because you’re not trying to do anything, you just want more.

Your fingers are still grasping his hand, the one still around your neck, tightly, like you’re scared he’ll pull it away, leave you to drift without his grip to ground you, to remind you this moment is real. It’s actually happening. 

He lifts his head up to latch his mouth onto yours again and it’s heavier, so much more desperate than before. You whine into him as he slides his hands down your body, pushing up your shirt and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it, that you’re more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life and you’re both still fully clothed. 

He peels your shirt up and over your head, letting out another obscene groan at the sight of your bare chest. 

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. 

You fist your hands in his shirt in answer, tugging upwards, figuring fair is fair. You’re trying hard not to blush, not to show how his approval makes you light and fuzzy. He grins and sits back on his knees, pulling his shirt up and over his head, ruffling his floppy hair in the process. 

Lips parting unconsciously, your tongue flicks out to wet them. You knew he was built, but it’s overwhelming, really, to have all that tan skin on display just inches from your face. You get to run your hands up the length of his entire chest now though, leaning up so your fingers can dance through the tuft of blonde hair near the top.

Jake pushes you down on your back, firm, into the pillows. Smiling deviously when you pout and immediately clench your fingers in the sheets beside you, when your thighs press together, seeking some sort of relief to the ache between them. The seam of your shorts presses just right against your center, and you let your head fall back with a soft moan. 

Something akin to dangerous flashes in Jake’s eyes, as he hooks his fingers in your shorts, pulling down in one swift motion and tossing them off the bed before you can gain any more pleasure from the thin material. He pushes your legs apart and groans at the sight of you, glistening wet for him. “God, sweetheart, look at you.”

Just when you think you might die if he doesn’t put his hands on you, if he doesn’t touch you, if he just keeps looking at you like that, like he wants to devour you; he swipes a finger up your slit, tip pressing lightly, teasingly against your bundle of nerves. It’s too much, but not enough all at the same time. He slides a finger in, curling it exactly right on the first try and you can’t help but keen, throwing your head back into the pillows.  

He sucks in a sharp breath at your reaction, eyelids going heavy as he presses rough figure eights on your clit. “Want to get my mouth on you, get my tongue inside that gorgeous pussy, but I can’t wait, darlin’, been thinking about this for too long.” 

Warmth blooms in your chest at the realization he might’ve imagined this even half as much as you have. You’re sure you’re smiling like an idiot. 

Reaching down to the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulls a condom out of his wallet, and you want to tease him,��presumptuous much? But any semblance of thought goes out the window when he pulls his boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth is suddenly, immediately sandpaper dry. 

Fuck.

Of course he’s huge. No one with an ego as colossal as his doesn’t have a reason, or several to back it up.

You don’t even hear yourself saying it out loud, don’t even realize the curses forming on your tongue, until he grins, eyebrow raised, chest puffed out in pride. “Think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

It takes you a few moments to answer, to figure out that you should answer, since you’re transfixed on him, on the strong fingers rolling the condom onto his length. If you had any sense of self-preservation at all you might be genuinely worried about his question, about not being able to walk tomorrow. 

Hopefully you don’t sound as winded as you feel when you tell him to shut the fuck up. 

Before you can bother with any stupid survival instincts, you’re pulling him down on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist, savoring the grunt it draws from him as his tip reaches your folds.

“Love it when you’re mouthy, darlin’, nice little challenge for me,” he promises, before pushing himself inside of you. 

He goes slow, tortuously slow, and you screw your eyes shut tight as your walls flutter trying to adjust to him. You don’t notice you’re on the verge of a sob until he brushes your hair back from your sweaty forehead. “Just a little more, sweetheart, you can take it.”

The stretch of him seems to go on forever, just on this side of agonizing, but way too good for you to care about the pain, too good to be real and you can barely focus on anything else. Can barely hear Jake’s molten honey voice repeating a slew of continuous praises in your ear, can barely register the weight of his body covering every inch of you. 

Any moment now you’ll wake up in your bed at home, covered in sweat, grinding into your bed, achingly alone. You’re almost certain of it.  

But then you feel his lips on yours again, hand holding your cheek, gentle, affectionate as he bottoms out. When he finally moves, the heavy, slick pull of him in and out of you reminds you that you’re here. 

You don’t even recognize yourself, mewling, long string of unintelligible noises tumbling from your lips. 

Jake practically preens. “Where’d my feisty little brat go? That all it takes to shut you up, sugar?”

You can only hope those were rhetorical questions because he’s hiking your legs over his shoulders, picking up the pace, new angle hitting that spot deep inside you again and again, and you can’t form a single thought, let alone words. 

Jake’s fingers find your center again and press against your clit in heavy, decisive circles, winding that coil in you tighter and tighter. 

“So close,” you whimper, fingers tearing at the bedsheets.

He smirks. 

“Did I say you could come, sweetheart?”

Your jaw drops in surprise, eyes rolling back and ears ringing, mind engulfed in the heat burning in your belly. 

He’s still grinning smugly as one of those large hands comes back to your neck. 

You whine, high-pitched and breathless, eyes fluttering closed, gripping the hand around your neck as he applies pressure, desperate for something to hold onto, and you think you’re trying to form words, some of them may even be making it out of your mouth, something along the lines of please please please, let me come, Jake, I can’t, JakeJakeJakeJake…

“So pretty all fucked out like this, stretched around my cock.” His gaze is fixed on where he’s plunging in and out of you, tone almost reverent. “It’s okay, sweetheart, come for me, wanna feel you, want…”

You don’t hear the rest because you’re focused on where his fingers dig into the sides of your neck, tipping over the edge, string of lights inside of you tangled and blowing a fuse. Everything bursts all at once and you’re clutching Jake’s arms so hard you’re positive you’re leaving marks, but it doesn’t matter, you don’t care because you’re in a free fall, toes curling in bliss. 

When you come to, you’re just barely aware of his pace growing erratic, hand on your throat loosening as it goes to brush your sweaty hair back from your forehead. His thrusts are getting shallower, mouth spewing a litany of jumbled praises so tight, so wet, so perfect baby, when suddenly he’s arching over you, hands tight on your hips as he empties into the condom. 

You’re not sure you’re still functioning. You’re not sure you’ll ever move again. You’re pretty sure you’ll ever have a coherent thought again.

Distantly you can hear his heavy breathing, feel his weight on top of you but you don’t fully register it. 

“Sweetheart?” He asks when you’ve been silent for minutes, or maybe hours, who knows. 

You look up at him, blinking slowly, eyelids made of lead, vision unfocused.

Jake grins, and it's almost boyish. It's annoyingly cute. “That good?” 

That cuts through the haze enough that you kind of want to slap him, for the arrogance littering those three little words. Or yourself, for helping his ego grow any bigger. 

As it stands, you’re too dazed to actually do either. You nod, silently burrowing your face into his neck. He chuckles again, and you decide maybe you don’t hate that teasing sound that much, maybe you’ll spend your days trying to elicit it from him as often as possible. You’re still thinking about it when he peels himself off you to clean you both up. 

When he settles back down, he pulls you in tight, curls around you in a way that should be uncomfortable, like he’d crawl inside your skin if he could. 

+

Jake is still glued to you when you wake up in the morning, and your heart clenches too affectionately to be irritated by the fact that you can’t really move. Or breathe. 

But you take one look at the smirk on his face, the mischievous glimmer that seems to linger even in his sleep and the butterflies in your stomach turn to stone.

You don’t think he’s that much of an asshole, you’re pretty sure the bravado is all a front. That he wouldn’t do something like this, knowing how you operate, without any intention of moving forward, but the anxiety still thrums incessantly beneath your ribcage.

You’re lost inside your own head, fighting the panic rising in your chest when he yawns, rubbing his eyes before tucking himself back into your side, impossibly closer.  

“Guess that fifty bucks I gave Phoenix to find somewhere else to stay was a steal,” he mumbles, fingers dancing across your bare skin. 

It’s his turn to pat himself on the back as your mouth drops open in shock. 

Jake grins, eyes sparkling as he presses a kiss into your hair. “Good luck getting rid of me now.”

[itsravenbitch]

my void success story💞🦋

(1st void story)

it’s 7:30 pm right now and i got into the void last night and i’ve been processing everything ALL DAYY… chilleeee it’s overwhelmingly exciting!

so in this post i’ll tell y’all HOW i got into the void and WHAT i manifested. but yall the way i woke up is my favoritee thing ever🥰

***long post ahead***

nowww how did i get into the void

i got in at night but anytime works as y’all know

1. i did a meditation [for the 1st time] a little bit before going to bed just because .. that shits super relaxing 10/10 recommend

2. anyway i set an alarm for 5 hours cause i read it somewhere that when you do, you get sleep paralysis so mmhm that’s what i did

3. i went to sleep with the intention of the void being easy to get into and yeah. it was a cool lil 5 hours.

4. thennnn my loud ass alexa alarm went off i told her to shut up and i just lied there.. they key is when the alarm goes off you don’t open your eyes and don’t move too much. this will get your body into SP. then your mind is awake and your body is dead asleep.

*in case it wasn’t obvious already make sure you’re not falling asleep again after waking up*

6. igh so boom… here we are now in SP . at this point i just repeated a few void affirmations. and i started getting THEE floating feeling, i was elevating the WHOLE time til i stopped.. then i got this falling feeling. i literally fell all the way from where i was and then i slowed down. right after i felt this shift .. AND BOOM BITCH I WAS IN THE VOIDD!!!! it was pitch black and the rest of the other stuff you experience when you’re in the void . moving on .

all i said was “gimme the life i’ve been deserving of” and i was out that ho. 🏎

tbh i wasn’t even scared cause i was ready for any of the symptoms .

so now what you probably wanna know. what did i manifesttt ???

so overall, i basically got my dream life so here’s kinda what that looks like

🦋my physical appearance: i got my desired face and body, as well as going from itty bitty 5’2 to big mf heavy stepper 5’8 mmmhmm. i reduced my titties and shii 😂 i had really ugly finger nails but they look really well kept now: and my toenails. they look like girl toes now. my skinnnn.. i can’t stop touching it.. it’s so soft 😌

🦋a lil boo thang or whatever: ooouu i’m not gon say teww much butttt.. yall i’m allll about black love so y’all already knoww… darkskin, muscular, gives THE best hugs ANDDD he’s from brooklyn, ny. and he got the accent and his voice is deep and a lil 🤏🏽 raspy ughhh ifykyk

🦋 tesla model y and my driver’s license: so i’m 17 and i didn’t get my license at 16 like most do. i actually didn’t even go to drivers ed fr. but that all changed of courseee. and to go with it i got a tesla. i got a black exterior , white interior , model y . i got in the car and knew exactly what to do lmao i was mind blown and overwhelmed with excitement.

🦋 my parents allowing me and my sisters to smoke: ok, i would like to start with the fact that my parents are african ok? and ifykyk! so me and my older sister like to smoke a lil weed and obviously my parent weren’t cool w that but they are now and it’s so weirddd.. like me and her go to the backyard and smoke and they just ignore it.. my dad yell at the fact that we smoke in MY SISTERS car tho and i’m like bro it NOT YOUR CARRR. he need to relax, he need some weed fr.

🦋desired friend group: i live in a predominantly white area and please don’t get me wrong but i just feel like i connect with my sistas better. but again where i live limits that so y’all already know wtf i did. i manifested 3 close friends and they really make my life so much better 💞

🦋moneyyy ofc: nothing much to say but i definitely won’t be worrying about money

🦋a fun life: i go out w friends , my bf takes me on fancy dates , i have a car now, so i take my little sister shopping and i love spoiling her . school is so easy so i don’t worry about it, my days are productive but fun, i have a great social life. and i’m traveling next weeekk.

🦋school goes by fast: even though i have late arrival bc ima senior i be tryna gtfo

🦋i got a cat: vivi is my munchkin kitten she’s so so tiny and i love her but i swear she love my man more than she love me bro.. ion know i might have to get on her ass.

🦋instant manifestation forever and perfect self concept: i would say my sc before the void was decent but now it’s perfect and that was the goal. and my manifestations are instant. seconds…

that about wraps this post right tf up. uhh like i said i’ve been adjusting to my new life , experiencing new things , just enjoying my life with no job , all the money i need and my only priority being school .

if y’all want the story about how i woke up from the void lemme know and i might make a post on it .

have a great morning , afternoon , evening , or night

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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[bl--ankhaeji]

Safe Space (Jaemin)

Pairing ~ Jaemin x Chubby!Reader

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ there really aren't any it gets a lil tiny bit spicy at the end couldn't contain myself sorry (also unedited as usual)

A.N ~ this was a Jaemin request I got from @jaemshateforstrawberry "Can I request a jaemin fluff where he has a chubby gf and he just loves her so much or something like that." I never specify that reader is a girl in this so it's actually gender neutral ye this is also my present to you guys for the holidays

W. Count ~ 2k

The sound of keys jingling outside of the door catches your attention from where you lay splayed across the couch in the living room. The door opens, warmth provided by the blanket covering your body protects you from the vicious cold coming through the door, “Y/n I’m home, where are you?” you hear as your boyfriend, Jaemin, steps inside of your apartment.

“In the living room.” you call out turning down the tv. You hear the rushed sound of his sock clad feet pounding against the floor, making his way to the living room. You don’t have time to turn your head before you feel his body flop onto yours as his arms worm their way around your waist. You feel your body come alive as sparks erupt from his touch. A slight chill comes from his hands and you make a mental note to buy him some gloves later.

A laugh bubbles out of your throat at the way his body landed against yours and you resituate yourself to better accommodate the both of you. Your arms encircling his upper body, “What are you doing baby?” you hum trying to get a good look at his face.

You feel Jaemin squirming in your arms almost as if he’s trying to dig his way deeper into your embrace, the soft plush of your body a contrast to the hard planes of his, “Hiding.”

You take a few seconds to make sure you registered that correctly, his voice muffled due to the way his face is stuffed in your chest. You can’t help but let more laughter fall from your lips when you’re certain of what he said, “I- do you mean hugging babe?”

He looks up at you showing his face for the first time since he walked through the door, “No. I didn’t stutter, I meant hiding,” and the look he throws your way has you fighting back the snort that builds in your throat. “This is my safe space from the rest of the world, now be quiet and hold me tighter.” Punctuating his sentence with a squeeze to your body, you couldn’t help but give into his demand. You smile a smile so big it should split your face in half, your body igniting at not only his touch but his words.

“Did something happen at work today?” A soft silence passes through the room before he answers in the form of a lethargic nod, you feel his warm breaths on your body as his face still rests on your chest. “You wanna talk about it?” Another silence passes before a tired sigh falls from Jaem’s lips.

“It’s nothing serious, I just had a rough day- actually a rough week, but I just really need to get away for a while and forget about everything and I can only do that with you.”

You don’t think he can hug you any tighter but he proves you wrong as he tightens his grip on your waist, “Like I said, you’re my safe space, I feel the most at peace in your arms.” His rough deep voice washes over you like a blanket leaving you speechless as your heart swells and jumps from your chest to your throat, so you respond the only way you can, by tightening your hold on the male giving his head thousands of solid kisses.

The sound of you and Jaem’s relaxed stable breaths accompanying the soft hum of the television in the background fill the room as you run your hands through his hair massaging his scalp. “You’re my safe space too Jaem.” You feel the soft smile on his face as he places a kiss on your clothed body. You know he’s fallen asleep when his hold on you loosens and you feel yourself following him to dreamland.

Your nose wakes up before the rest of your body, the smell of freshly cooked food wafting through the room. You sit up on the couch feeling the blanket fall off of you, the loss of warmth causing you to shiver despite the heat being on.

You look out the window noticing the lack of light outside and you wonder how long you guys had been out. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you stand up to look for your missing boyfriend, not surprised to find him in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” you question, still half asleep, walking over to the humming male practically throwing your body against his back, your face stuffed into his spine like his was to your chest earlier.

“Cooked you some food, your stomach growling woke me up and I can't have my baby going hungry can I?” A soft growl permeates the air. It's as if your stomach was agreeing with what he said, a high pitched coo falls from his lips as he turns around in your arms, his hands moving up to squish your cheeks.

You look up at his face having just the slightest inkling how funny you look with your cheeks pushed together and you can’t help but throw a blank look onto your face. “Shouldn’t this be the other way around mister? You had a bad time at work. I can't expect you to cook for me-” Jaemin smushes a finger to your lips as he shushes you.

“You know I love cooking for and taking care of you. Now sit and eat.” his hands move down to your shoulders lightly massaging as he steers you towards your dining table before forcing you into the seat. He scurries away before reappearing with two plates in hand. “Besides I was hungry too.”

Staring at the plate filled to the brim with food in front of you, you send the man, now back in the room but this time with drinks in hand, an exasperated look, “Jaem, I swear you’re the reason I’m chubby now.” Taking a sip of your drink you watch him sit across from you at the table, the cheeky grin etched on his face ever so bright.

“You’re right and I will continue to feed you no matter what.” You know Jaemin has no problem with your size, seeing as he makes sure to tell you how much he loves the plushiness of your stomach and the thickness of your thighs. He says it’s more for him to cuddle and more of you for him to love.

Even though he said he was hungry you swear he only took two bites of his food seeing as he was too busy taking countless pictures of you. Every two seconds he was talking about how cute you look eating. It got to the point where you stopped eating and refused to continue unless he ate as well.

“Jaem, eat your food.” you demand putting your silverware down, the slight clang sound punctuating your sentence.

“I’m sorry baby I can’t help it. I love watching you eat. You make the food look so good.” His hands cradling your face. A loud gasp punches through the air as he holds your face tighter making you look directly at him, “I know, you should be a mukbang-er? Mukbanger? You should make mukbang videos.”

He starts rambling about your nonexistent mukbang channel and how popular you’re bound to get. You swear your eyes do it by themselves when they roll so far you’re surprised you didn’t get a full view of your skull despite the gentle smile on your face. You can never stop him when he gets like this and honestly you don’t want to, so you sit and watch him listening to his excited ideas for your future mukbang channel.

You both lay in the bed cuddling after your shower together where Jaemin refused to let you wash and dry your own body. His reason being that you handle yourself too roughly. Which was funny coming from him but you let it go for the sake of him wanting to take care of you.

The tv plays an episode of a drama you had been watching together that forces a laugh out of Jaemins mouth, his body shaking softly behind yours. You both share the blanket which was bound to go south from the jump and it does as soon as Jaemin takes too much of the cover and exposes your feet to the outside world. Next thing you know you’re snatching the cover away from him, hogging it all to yourself and it happens before you even think about it.

“How dare you?!” Jaemin all but screeches, his upper body lifting from the bed to get a better look at your face so you can see the betrayal on his. You’re quick to stick your tongue out at him before burrowing yourself deeper into the soft cloth.

“You started it when you exposed my feet.” you retort but Jaemin isn’t hearing any of it. You both find yourselves in a tug of war over the blanket, snatching the piece of cloth back and forth from each other, the show in the background, a distant memory.

“Give it back you cover hog. I needed more because my ass was barely covered.”

“I don’t care, the cover’s mine now, you get none anymore, you lost privileges.” You wrap yourself up even more than you already were in a last ditch effort to keep him from stealing it. Which caused you both to go from tug of war to wrestling. Jaemin wrestling with you while you wrestle with the blanket. It’s safe to say the blanket’s beating your ass.

“AARRGGHH” a warbled warcry falls from your lips, arms and legs flailing as much as possible and Jaemin can no longer contain his laughter. Completely doubled over and teary eyed as he sits and watches you fight for your life. “It’s not funny, help me!”

You feel his hands on your body stilling you before his face comes into view. Your chest heaves, all of your energy depleted from your struggle. You spot the wide grin on Jaemins face, “Y’know you wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t steal all of the cover from me-”

You don’t have the patience to continue listening, “You gonna untangle me or what?”

“I’d be happy to, for a small price that is.” You knew there was something behind that stupidly cute grin on his stupidly cute face.

“Lay it on me Na.” You say as if you don’t already know what he’s gonna ask.

The answer doesn’t come in the form of words, just a simple tap on his lips and a cheeky wink. With a roll of your eyes you lean up a little tilting your chin so you just barely reach. Your lips ghost over his, a small zing passing through your body at the barely there touch.

Before he can fully plant his lips to yours you blow a puff of air in his face causing his bangs to fly up momentarily. His eyes fly open narrowing at you jokingly as you can barely contain your laughter.

“You think that’s funny huh?” You don’t know when but his hands somehow find themselves on your skin, his fingers moving every which way as he tickles you. A shriek and pleas for him to stop from you has him laughing wildly.

Once he finally calms down you notice that you’re no longer jumbled in the blanket. “Can I get that kiss now forreal this time?” His head does a slight tilt at his question and you can’t find it in you to deny him any longer.

A small nod of your head is all he needs before he’s planting his soft albeit chapped lips onto yours. A fiery warmth setting all of your nerve endings on fire passes through your body. Your hands come up to lay at the base of his neck gently fondling the little hairs on the back of his head.

His grip on your waist tightens and you can’t help but let a small moan through your lips straight to his. One of his hands lifts to your face, softly caressing it as he teases you, his tongue lightly touching your bottom lip.

You both separate, neither of you wanting to move an inch more away from the other. “I love you so much.” he states eyes hazy as his thumb glides over your bottom lip.

You reach up, your lips grazing his, “I love you too baby.”

[tteokdoroki]

absolutely in love w ur kinktober bokuto x hybrid reader piece omfg 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 it was so so good!!! but now all i can think about is the sweet sweet aftercare and love he’d provide for reader after she’s been fucked into obedience 🥺

the morning after (cause she probably passed out from the amount of times he’s cum in her), she wakes up in their bed, her whole body in pain and she can barely get up from her position lying down, but she tries her best cause she can smell the wonderful, mixed scent of pancakes and bo outside. after much struggle, she can only sit up in bed and cant even begin to try and walk out (or should she crawl? would bo get mad if she walked?) when her owner, shirtless and beaming, walks in with a plate full of pancakes and bacon. she doesnt make eye contact with him and thanks him softly when he sets up a bed table in front of her to put the plate down. he frowns a little, something that goes unnoticed by her cause she was too busy staring at the plate of food. after a minute, when he realises she doesnt touch her food even though she’s salivating over it and he’s just kind of… confused?

“why arent you eating, pup?” he asks softly, so as to not surprise her. and she just stares up at him with soft eyes, saying “waiting for you to say i can” in a barely audible whisper.

oh. oh.

bokuto realises why she’s be acting like this, and although he is pleased she’s seemingly gotten rid of that bratty and bad attitude of hers, he is concerned with the way she thinks he’s going to scold her for just eating. so he ushers her to eat with a “go ‘head, pup! ‘s all yours”, smiling fondly when he sees her devouring the food he made, and cancels all his plans that day, no matter how important with the excuse of “ ‘m not feeling too well today, dont wanna get the rest of the team or anyone else infected too so i think ‘m gonna stay home and we can reschedule it for another day, yeah?” and softly approaches his pup, who had just finished her yummy breakfast and was now licking her paws clean.

“hey pup, how’re you feeling? how was breakfast?” he asks and she immediately goes back to curling in on herself and answering him timidly. he gets on his side of the bed and sees her flinch minutely, but it breaks his heart right down the middle to see that from her. “hey, hey, where’s my sweet pup? you know i love you baby, jus’ got a lil’ mad last night cause you were actin’ up. and you learned your lesson already, right? ‘m here for you baby, ‘m not leaving you today, it’s okay, dont be scared” he says softly, with a tone full of concern, and from what her big, floppy ears can pick up, slight hints of sadness and disappointment towards himself for not being able to calm his puppy down and make her trust him. so she slowly unravels herself and faces him, studying his facial expression, trying to look for any traces of false honesty or anything that would tell her he’s being ingenuine.

lo and behold, she doesnt find anything like that, instead looking at a face full of concern that quickly changes into a bright beaming smile when she finally makes eye contact with her owner. “there she is! what a sweet, pretty baby! c’mere pup, lemme reward you for being such a good girl for me and finishing your food!”, and how could she resist when he just seems so… genuine and warm? so she crawls towards him slowly, until she’s in reach of his outstretched arms, and curls herself into this chest, allowing him to do the rest and adjust their position into one that’s comfortable enough for the both of them. with her head buried in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent, she remembers again why she was so eager to be adopted by him. of course, the threat of being shipped of to a breeding facility didnt sit well with her, but from the moment he came into the pound, his scent stuck with her until it was all she could think about. something about it just radiated kindness and warmth and a love she couldnt even begin to describe. a love she was beginning to doubt this morning after waking up and feeling the effects of last night’s activities on her body.

“ya feelin’ better, pup? ‘m sorry for how i acted last night, but you understand why ya needed t’be punished right?” you nod, “good girl, now let’s stay in all day and ill give ya all the kisses and cuddles you want baby. ill massage your body later, y’must be so sore, huh? just relax baby, ‘m here f’ya. ‘m never leaving, alright?” oh, how could she have doubted for even a second that he wanted anything less but to love her? not when he’s already given up so much just to stay with her today. so she buries herself deeper into his body, molding herself into him, and when he tugs her in closer and peppers kisses all over her hairline and forehead, she knows she’s safe, she knows they’ll be okay. and she would never, for another second, doubt the love and safety bokuto koutarou has provided for her, for as long as she lives.

idk what happened LOL im pretty sure i blacked out writing this but i just wanted a comfort scenario after that fic 🥺🥺 it was so so good baby thank u for it im so blessed by it being the first thing i read when i woke up today 😵‍💫 hope u enjoy this little drabble thing idk but i love u 🥺🤍

STAWP THIS IS SO CUTE :(( NOT YOU WRITING A WHOLE DRABBLE BASED OFF MY FIC I’LL CRY <333 thank you baby!! i hope you’re having a great day 🥺🥺

bo gets mad at his puppy but only when she misbehaves :(( he loves you so much !!! doesn’t know what he’d do without you!!! will always make it up to you if he’s too rough </3

[roanniom]

This made my day seeing your requests open!!

I’d like to please request some hot dominat Clyde action. We all know he’s a softy, but we all also know he’s capable of being a big and scary if he needs to. Thoughts on Clyde protecting you from something and then still being riled up with you after, in all the best ways? :)

Hiya anon! I was happy to write this for you. Fun story, what Clyde does (re: the beer bottle) in this story is actually something a bar tender did when defending me from a creep back in my college bar hopping days lol. I WISH it was Clyde who had done it. I would have loved to thank him. 😉

Out of Trouble

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 2,730

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, possessiveness, dirty talk 

You reassess the situation you find yourself in – by no means an unfamiliar one, but definitely out of the norm these days and wholly unpleasant all the same. The man currently harassing you at the bar is clearly not a local. First of all, you don’t recognize the handsy son-of-a-bitch. And secondly, everyone in town knew that you were Clyde’s girl.

You two had only recently made things official, but in a way, hadn’t you always been Clyde’s girl? Your best friendship had always been tinged with a sweetness that surpassed the roles of mere pals. Sure there was flirting, how could you resist with the way a properly timed tease or suggestive comment could make Clyde blush and stammer as if on command? But even more prevalent, and more obvious to the patiently waiting members of the town, was the ownership you both had of one another. People knew better than to hassle either of you, verbally, hypothetically, or otherwise, in the presence of the other. You had Clyde’s back and he had yours, each of you displaying a possessiveness that made others smirk and roll their eyes while hiding their jealousy. You had what they did not, and now that the two of you were finally dating, envy was a common emotion amongst regular Duck Tape patrons.

Something this creep clearly was not privy to it would seem as he reached out to caress your forearm, an action which you flinch to avoid.

“Come on, baby. Let me buy you a fucking drink,” he was saying at this point. He was getting more forceful and though you had previously been courteous in your refusals, you realize that it might be time to fight back. He swayed on his barstool before continuing. “Stop being such a bitch. What could one drink hurt?”

“Every bone in yer fuckin’ body,” comes a low, deep growl that makes both you and the creep look up to the swinging door behind the bar. Your heart swells with relief and other, undefinable emotions as Clyde stalks up, his massive body an intimidating figure as it looms over the other, weasel-y man, threatening even with the bar between them.

“W-what’s your problem?” the creep practically squeaks before clearing his throat and jumping up, trying to draw himself up to his full height, which just comes across as laughable. Of course, next to Clyde, any height would be laughable.

“My problem is yer comin’ onto m’girl. That’s my problem.” His tone is deadly quiet. That’s your Clyde, soft spoken, even as his flesh hand clenches and murder simmers behind his eyes.

“Look, she was sitting here all alone. In my book that makes a bitch fair game - ” the creep begins, but he doesn’t get much farther with his misogynistic diatribe because Clyde reaches over, grabbing a nearby customer’s almost empty beer. Grasping the bottle around the neck, Clyde smashes the bottle down against the edge of the bar. The barrel shatters with a loud crash that silences the din of the room and causes the neck of every patron to whip around for the source of the sound. Clyde stands before the creep brandishing the remaining shards of the beer bottle like a shiv.

“Here’s what yer gonna do,” Clyde says calmly, the violence of his actions not succeeding in raising the volume of his voice. “Yer gonna apologize t’ the lil lady fer troublin’ her, understand?”

The creep stares at Clyde, wide-eyed and panicked before nodding and turning to you hastily.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, sorry –”

“Good,” Clyde says, cutting the guy off so that he can no longer address you. You eye Clyde as he waves the shattered bottle menacingly. He’s never looked bigger. Never looked darker. Never looked hotter. When he speaks again his voice is even lower, if that’s possible. “Now yer gonna get the fuck outta my bar.”

The creep is gone in a matter of seconds, running out the front door so fast you almost imagine his skeleton being left on the bar stool in his wake like some frightened cartoon character. Before you can look back up at Clyde, his large hand is encircling your wrist and yanking you toward to door to the back of the bar. You let yourself be pulled, barely registering how the conversation kicks back in, customers already basking in the aftermath of Clyde’s rare emotional outburst.

Once the door to Clyde’s office is safely shut behind you, Clyde pushed you to sit down on his couch while he paces back and forth in front of you. You’re bewildered by this response, unsure if you should say something so you remain silent, watching him. After a moment Clyde yanks a hand through his hair forcefully. You swallow and decide to finally speak up.

“Are you okay, Clyde?”

“I’m NOT fuckin’ okay,” Clyde replies and you’re shocked at the way his voice raises with his words. You’re suddenly worried he’s gotten the wrong idea and you’re quick to fold your arms defensively across your chest, your own voice rising.

“Hey, if you’re mad at me you should know it’s not like I encouraged that asshole.”

Clyde is quick to round on you, looking panicked.

“I didn’t say ya did. I know ya wouldn’t…ya’d never…” Clyde trails off into a growl and resumes his pacing, flesh hand clenching and unclenching.

“It’s over, Clyde,” you soothe now, switching tactics and lowering your own defenses. He’s clearly distressed and you’re not sure how to calm him. “He’s not the first and probably won’t be the last guy to bother me.”

“That’s what’s killin’ me, darlin’. What if I hadn’t walked out? What if ya were alone an’ this happened?”

“I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know ya can,” Clyde says, voice more characteristically quiet now but frustration no less palpable as he waves his prosthetic arm distractedly. “I dunno what’s gotten intuh me. I saw him touch ya an’…an’…” Clyde reaches out and swipes across a table, throwing everything to the ground. His chest heaves with his outburst. Yours is rising and falling rapidly now, too, but for you its stemming from the realization that this man. This sweet, beautiful man is losing his cool over his desire to protect you. To defend you. You’re a modern woman. As you’d just told him, you can take care of yourself and you are very proud of that fact. But something about the dark look in his eye and the way his muscles shift tensely beneath his shirt and the way he stomps before you makes you feel like you want to disappear in his arms and never resurface.

“You’re a good man, Clyde,” you say softly. He shakes his head and gives a humorless laugh.

“Not tonight, I’m not, darlin’. Not with these thoughts. I haven’t felt this way since…”

“Overseas?” you ask. He nods, trying to take a deep breath but releasing an even angrier exhale.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I can’t seem to calm down. I’m just so fuckin’ mad.”

You watch your big bear, usually so gentle, wrestle with his emotions before you. Immediately you have an idea, standing up and moving to him. Using one hand to peel open his fist and interlace your fingers. He grips you too tight but you just bite your lip. Your other hand slides over his bicep and shoulder, kneading into the tense muscles there as you press your face into his chest. His prosthetic arm winds around your waist, pulling you into his body naturally. This does nothing to slow his breathing, which picks up more speed. Feeling you against his body is reminding him of how small you are. How vulnerable. He feels another surge of rage and desperation course through his veins.

“I don’t know why I’m feelin’ this way,” he mumbles but you reach up and grab his face to force him to look at you.

“Feel whatever way you feel,” you reassure him. You lift up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, but the force with which he responds steals your breath. His arms wind around your body and crush you to him as his tongue ruthlessly explores your mouth, as if searching for solace can only be done in the space where you are most conjoined. The aggression is dizzying and his fingers are bruising on your frame but you love it. Used to light touches, soft caresses, you feel a hunger burn beneath your skin, as if your every muscle is rejoicing at the deeper pressure, the deeper friction.

When Clyde finally pulls away you are winded and dazed, now breathing just as heavily. His eyes look no less wild but now there is a tinge of concern.

“M’sorry, darlin’. We should stop, ‘m too worked up. Can’t be sweet to ya the way ya like.” His words are husky and rushed but you’re just as rushed to shush him. You’re already working at his belt and pulling him back to the couch.

“I like you in whatever way you’ll have me, baby,” you mumbled against his flesh, kissing down his throat as you pull him down to the cushions. “Take it out on me.”

“What if I’m too rough with ya?” Clyde asks, but his hands are already ripping your shirt over your head and his mouth latches onto your throat, your collar bone, your breast through your bra.

“I want you to be rough with me, Clyde. I’ve wanted you to be rough with me since the moment you walked out and gave that asshole what-for.” You’re pressed down, back against the couch now, with your legs tight around the wide barrel of Clyde’s body.

“Did ya like that, darlin’? Yer Big Bear defending ya?” He’s no longer hesitant in his movements and no longer trying to stop himself. Instead he takes a handful of your ass, pulling your pelvis up off the couch so that your clothed pussy presses fully into his erect and waiting cock. You moan, both at the sensation and at him calling himself Big Bear for the first time. You’d only been dating for a few weeks and things were still new, including shyness around pet names. You’d called him Big Bear the night before in the teasing lead up to some love making and he’d only flushed and stammered in response, busying himself by burying his face between your thighs.

But right now he’s gazing down at your face with an air of intensity and you feel saliva pool in your mouth and wet slick your quivering heat.

“I liked my Big Bear defending me. So strong and big.” You say the last word as you close your hand around his enormous cock through his unzipped jeans. Clyde bucks into your hand and hums from where he’s suckling at the underside of one of your breasts, curved down into you despite your differences in height.

“Nobody else can have ya,” he grumbles before hoisting you higher on the couch so he can position his cock at your entrance. You gasp at the feeling of his member sliding between your folds, getting covered in your waiting slick.

“Nobody. Only you, Big Bear.” Before you can say anything else Clyde has speared into you in one swift motion and taken up an unforgiving pace. There was the aggression he’d been worried about and boy was it rough. You cling to him for dear life as he fucks you into the couch cushions. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw goes slack.

It hurts – he’s much too big to be going this hard this fast – but his grip on you is so tight it melts your aching muscles. The desperation of his thrusts make you hiccup through your inhales and you feel surrounded. Crushed. Filled. All in the best way possible. You love the darling Clyde who coaxes your orgasms with caresses and honeyed words and languid strokes. But this Clyde – this is your Big Bear. His eyes drink in your bouncing breasts as he’s not able to clutch them with the way he has to support his own weight with his good arm. Your back arches deeper from the effects of a particularly deep thrust, bringing your chest up to press against his and he groans.

“This body. No wonder people’re comin’ on to ya, darlin’. This body’s too perfect,” he practically growls, burying his face into your throat. “Maybe I should just keep ya here on my cock. Stay inside ya. Keep me warm and keep ya outta trouble.”

You moan loudly as his dirty words are accentuated by a change in angle that lets him pound into a particularly sweet spot. Your walls pulse around him.

“Oh god. Oh Clyde.”

“Back to callin’ me Clyde already? Am I not bein’ rough enough for ya?” Clyde asks, biting down into the sensitive flesh of your throat. You cry out, hips gyrating against him, legs and walls clamping down around him with an unconscious need to keep him buried deep inside you.

“F-fuck, oh fuck me, Big Bear. I can take it!” you practically whine.

“Yes ya can. So good, takin’ yer Big Bear.” His trusts begin to bottom out harsher, faster. The pressure and the speed have pulled your muscles as taut as they can go and you know you’re seconds from snapping. It was all so sudden. You’re both so worked up, not only from the experience out in the bar, but from the headiness of being this way with one another for the first time. He may be the one pounding into you, but you’re giving as good as you’re getting, rolling your hips up to meet each thrust. Pulling him down into you and raking your fingernails up and down his back.

It’s desperate and needy and possessive – equally so. He is yours and you are his and ownership never tasted so sweet.

Just as you’re about the cum, Clyde seems to sense it and shoves your legs up by the back of the knee, ensuring his next few thrusts rub up against the spot inside you that makes your eyes cross and makes your moans turn into desperate whimpers. You have the vague thought that this proves how well Clyde has come to know your body, what a great student he is of your orgasm, just as said orgasm crashes over you.

You know for sure that the Duck Tape customers heard you. Your belief in your audience becomes even stronger when Clyde lets out a delicious moan as he cums, too, painting your insides with spend made just for you. You’re sweaty and it’s only 7 pm on a Tuesday. Clyde’s going to have to go back to tending bar and you’re going to have to slink out, so clearly ravaged and thoroughly fucked to the likely amusement of a roomful of people who’d been rooting for your coupling. You chuckle to yourself, as Clyde drops the weight of his whole body on you, crushing you. Those people outside definitely got a chance just now to hear your coupling firsthand.

“That…was amazing.” It comes out breathless, as though you’ve just run a marathon. And because you have the mass of a large man pressing you into the couch. When Clyde finally lifts his head from its resting place at your neck he looks sheepish and embarrassed and pleased and winded.

“’M sorry if I was too much for ya, darlin’. Once ya started touchin’ me I couldn’t think straight.”

You silence him with a kiss, grabbing his face to make it deep. When you pull away your smile is ear to ear.

“If you make me feel like that, baby, there’s absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

Clyde moves to pull out of you, his cum now seeping out around his softening cock, but you tighten your legs around him suddenly.

“What happened to staying inside me, mister?” you tease.

Clyde stands abruptly, pulling you up with him still seated in your dripping cunt. Your gasp and scramble to hold onto him. He takes a few playful steps towards the door and you swat at him.

“No, I think yer right, darlin’. What better way tuh make cocktails than with my lil cockwarmer?”

~*~

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[shhhh-im-secret]

hello! i saw that your requests are open and this is the first time i request something like this 🥺 but is it okay if i request a kenma-nii where he's being too cutesy and love dovey with his secretary, and starts ignoring his lil sis.. and the reader just distances herself bcs jealousy and bcs it's fucked up and she's just really sad and becomes cold bcs what else can she do ;( can it end in fluffy smut pls?? hahdks sorry dhsjak and thank you!

Yes of course! Thanks for the amazing request!

So Sorry about super long wait!! I really hope you all love it!! Also it’s just dry-humping btw very cute and sweet because I love Kenma-nii so much

18+ tw:incest

Kenma is oblivious, he’s never noticed your growing affection for him, the way you always followed him around like a quiet little shadow although school, even now, he lets you live with him and you’re always accompanying him to any business he may have, and of course he enjoys it, never having to be lonely, but knowing each other so well there no such thing and uncomfortable silence, until today that is.

You sat sideways in a plush chair in his office, playing your handheld, you normally tagged along with kenma to work, but today he was much busier then usual, leaving to to lounge in his office while he did things, soon enough you hear giggling coming from outside the room, curious you peep through the blinds only to see kenma, face flushed and actually talking to a girl, but not any girl, she’s beautiful, full bodied, and kenma keeps smiling at her. You turn back to your handheld quickly, not be able to bare watching anymore, you knew it was wrong to feel like this, like your heart was broken, like kenma was betraying you somehow, but you couldn’t help it, you almost start to cry before beings scared by the office door opening, “hey, I’m done okay, let’s go home..” Kenma pokes his head in the doorway, you quickly gather your bag and follow behind him.

The whole car ride was uncomfortable silence, you didn’t feel like playing any games, pretending to have fallen asleep right as kenma finally goes to ask if you’re okay. He ‘wakes’ you once you get home, offering to carry you inside, an offer you’d normally jump at, but your heart hurt to much. “No thanks Nii-chan” you quickly scurry off to your room, leaving kenma confused and worried. You spent the rest of your night alone in your room eventually falling asleep. In the morning Kenma goes to wake you up, and bring you along to work with him again, the past few days have been more stressful then normal, having you by his side always soothed him, “Imouto, wake up, We’ll have breakfast on the way,” he calls through the door, “N-no, you go, I’mma s-stay home,” you respond, voice trembling slightly. He wants to push the issue, worry spreading through him, but his alarm sounded, “o-okay, but we’ll have dinner tonight okay?” He promises, “Okay” you agree, then you were alone.

The day passed quickly enough, making yourself busy with your games and tv, though sick jealousy gnaws at your insides, you know it’s wrong but Kenma’s all you need and want in life, but all day your forced to think about him at work as his full figured secretary hovers around him, giggling and throwing her lose waves over her shoulder, a hand touching his arm. The mental image causing rage to boil, you toss your controller across the room in a fit, before sinking to the floor, and sobbing woefully, all you wanted was for kenma to love you as much as you did him. Your cries drown out the sound of kenma’s car pulling into the garage. He quickly comes inside, leaving the food on the counter he got your favorite meal from a fancy restaurant he took you for you birthday once, and apple pie to share. As he approaches your room, he can hear your soft sniffles and hiccups.

You yelp as your door is ripped open, kenma’s lithe form on the other side, his eyes wide with worry, “I-imouto!! Why are you crying, are you okay?!” He quickly approaches, fussing cutely over you. Your eyes are wide, "Mmm." You sniffle before averting your eyes, face flushed in embarrassment . "It's going to sound kinda dumb but I guess I just feel a little l-lonely. That's w-weird, isn't it?” Kenma shakes his head, sitting on the floor next to you “b-but why would I feel lonely, I’m always around you, but... I just don't know." You wipe at your face with your sweater sleeves, “t-that new secretary m-made me j-j-jealous,…” you mumble ashamed, kenma’s eyes widening at your implication, a hot shiver running down his spine, as he reaches out and takes your hand in his own.

Your soft noises seem to ease the tension Kenma feels, his shoulders relaxing, as he leans forward slightly to press into the kiss, which makes it more enjoyable. You open your mouth more, and so does he, you make a small sound when you feel the wet touch of the tip of his tongue briefly before it disappears. He pulls back then, looking at you intensely and suddenly gripping your sides tighter. His face is flushed, guilt and shame swirl wildly in his heart, but your soft smile erases it all and this time he’s the one to capture your lips, almost to enthusiastically as he toppled the two of you and practically pins you to the plush carpet below.

The next thing you know, the kiss feels different than before, too. Your entire body reacting for him, toes curl, and hands gently gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you deeper. He pulls back, pupils blown wide He looks so handsome, cheeks flushed all the way to his ears, pink lips spread as his warm breath puffs across your face, and bangs messed up, strand sticking to his forehead. The look he gives you sends a warm shiver down your spine,

He leans in again, lips just brushing yours, mumbling quietly "Need more please,," he never wants this to stop, finally able to give into his ever growing feelings for you, and kisses you again and your hands slide from the his chest to the back of his neck, lacing into the shorter dark hair of his undercut. Kenma slides a hand down your thigh, soft fingertips tracing delicate patterns across your skin before cautiously slipping his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your sleep shorts, resting on your bare ass, hips grinding down against your own, your eyes flutter as you whine into his mouth. Kenma continues to hump against you, making sure to grind against you clit with each thrust, causing you to tremble underneath him, he begins to kiss down your neck, sucking a soft bruise into the skin below your collarbone, murmuring words of adoration against your skin. Your hands tug harshly at his hair as your back arches off the floor, hips circling slowly, while you pant softly, keening as kenma’s hands move to cup your chest under your loose shirt, thumbs expertly bushing against your hard nipples. He sits up, tugging on your shirt softly, you let him pull it off quick to shake your chest at him, giggling cutely.

He almost drools at the sight of your exposed tits, eagerly leaving open mouthed kisses and bites across your chest. One of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your hips tighter against his own, panting, grinding in sync to your twitching hips. Your sweet moans raise an octave, body shaking, and eyes rolled back as Kenma dryhumps you to completion, your warm juices soak through his pants, and has him cumming as well. Kenma collapses on top on you for a moment, marking you wheeze, before rolling to his side. You turn to him, your foreheads pressed together, staring at each other, you start to giggle “make me your assistant instead Nii-Chan” you grin, Kenma laughs softly, “fine, fine, you baby, let’s go eat dinner.” He mumbled as he slowly stands up, and pulls you to your shakey feet.

[clingymickey]

I wrote a little Halloween fluff but I couldn't post on the day of Halloween 'cos I have poor time management skills but whatever it's gotta be the 31st somewhere in an alternate universe right? 😏👽. Inspired by Calli's (@ianandmickeygallavich) Halloween prompts and gallacrafts post.

No Monsters Here

‘Twas the night before Halloween, Debbie had left Franny to spend the weekend at her uncles' place and for most of the day, the three of them spent shopping for costumes and decorating their apartment with some spooky decorations. By the time Ian and Mickey put the last finishing touches of the fake cobweb around the living room, Fanny had drifted away to snooze-land.

“Hey Mick, come and look at this” Ian whispers softly, careful not to wake Franny up.

“What is it now, firecrotch? I told you already the jack o'lanterns look gr-”, instantly his face turns soft by looking at his niece drooling all over their new couch.

“Maybe we should take her back to our room”, Ian says, already going to pick up Franny to place her in their room. Maybe they could sleep on their couch just for tonight.

Once Ian had tucked her in and made sure Franny didn’t stir awake, he and Mickey spent their time cuddling together, watching Saw just to celebrate the Halloween spirit a bit more. Suddenly, a scream came from their room, (and fuck Ian for teasing him for maybe flinching a little when he heard it) followed by a little body running towards them and hiding under their blanket.

“Hey, Fran, what happened?”

No answer. Just a stream of tears flowed down her cheeks, staining Mickey’s sweatshirt.

“Alright lemme try,” Mickey lifts Franny’s head so he can see her more clearly. “Ok, lil’ red why don’t you tell your favorite uncle what happened”, giving more of an emphasis on favorite - at which she laughs, remembering her uncles’ ongoing feud on who's the favorite even though they already know the answer to that, which is the both of them.

“W-when I woke up, I saw a-a ghost behind the curtains” she said between sniffles.

“I’m sure there’s nothing there Franny, it’s probably just a shadow of a tree or something.”

"No, but Uncle Ian, there really was a ghost. I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Okay, how ‘bout we both check it out and you stay here ok?” Mickey assures.

“No. I’m scared, I wanna stay with you Uncle Mickey”

With a sigh Mickey let Franny bear hug his leg until they reached their room to check for ‘ghosts.’

“See nothing here” Ian coos, lifting the curtain only to make a show of nothing being there, so Franny could go back to sleep and he could go back to cuddling the shit out of his husband.

“But...but I swear I saw something moving” she mumbles.

“Like Ian said Fran, maybe it was just a shadow. Why don’t you go back to bed alright.” Mickey says, guiding her towards their bed. “Do you want the light on?”

“Okay.” Franny sighs. She could maybe give it a one last try and if there is a ghost, this time she could at least take a good look at it.

It had been 20 minutes, or so she felt like it had. Her eyes were wide open, looking for anything supernatural. Then there it was, the ghost was back, she could see its black color in contrast to the very light curtains.

Franny slowly got out of the bed, walking backwards as if the minute she turned her back the ghost would disappear.

“Uncle Ian, look look LOOK! It’s back” she says frantically, dragging Ian’s huge arm that should be way too heavy for her to pull.

As they reach the room Ian goes to say something, however, before he could even get it out Franny shushes him telling Ian to be quiet or ‘it’ would go again.

They slowly tiptoe towards the window, and as they come closer Ian starts to see ‘it’, maybe Franny wasn't lying after all.

“Hey, Fran, why don’t you call Uncle Mickey too.” he says, keeping his voice low so wouldn’t scare whatever the hell that was.

“Are you serious Ian you too, it’s probably a shadow” Mickey says as he enters the room, rolling his eyes.

“Would you just shut up and come here. Quietly” he whispers.

Once Mickey got close, he could finally see what the whole commotion was about. There really was something.

“Huh,” Mickey says, a bit surprised. “Open the fuckin’ curtain lets see what this motherfucker wants”

And Ian does just that, although very slowly, to “keep the suspense”.

“A kitty!!” Franny squeals.

Oh.

That was totally not what they were expecting. It was a black cat with piercing green eyes - just like someone else Mickey knows - and Franny was in love with it the minute she saw it, all the fear of a ghost gone, vanished into thin air.

“Can we keep it? Please”, shooting the best puppy eyes she could pull up.

“Well, I don’t think your mommy would allow that Fran,” Ian resonates.

“Pretty please. maybe you and uncle Mickey could keep it, even call it Minne!” she says, excitement running through her.

Both Ian and Mickey share a look. There’s nothing they could do now, could they? They both know how tight their niece has got them wrapped up around her finger,

“Alright we’ll keep her, only ‘cos we have no choice, but the minute she fucks our house up, she’s gone alright” Mickey says trying to sound stern, though both Franny and Ian know he’s lying.

[mingishoe]

Wanna Join? | P.SH & J.WY

Summary: After Wooyoung accidentally walks in on you and Seonghwa in the shower, you have no choice but to ask if he wants to join.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader x Wooyoung

Word count: 1.9k

Smut Warnings: Dom!Seonghwa, Sub!Reader, Sub!Wooyoung, lil bit of MxM, Shower sex, blowjob, threesome, double penatration, choking

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Everyone was exhausted. You had all gotten back from their American tour and everyone was jet lagged to the max.

As soon as everyone got back to the dorms everyone passed out. Granted you weren’t the one doing show after show but you were still at every single one making sure to hype them up whenever they were nervous.

You and Seonghwa were laid out in probably the most uncomfortable position on his bed and both sweating so you were horribly sticking to each other.

You were both shuffling and shifting uncomfortably making the other wake up with a tired pout. You both sat up and just stared at each other until Seonghwa was able to form a proper sentence, “You’re sweaty.”

You groan and fan your face while grumbling, “So are you- why is it so hot?”

Seonghwa shrugs and gets off of the bed holding his hand out to you so you can take it. You follow him to the bathroom where he places you on the counter so he can turn on the shower.

You’re still half asleep because it takes you forever to properly wake up so you’re only watching as Seonghwa checks the temperature of the water and then starts to undress himself.

Your eyes are glued to Seonghwa’s naked form as he walks over to you. You lift your arms so Seonghwa can take your shirt off and bring you off the counter so he can take your bottoms off.

You step into the water first and even though it’s warm you feel 10x better. Seonghwa steps behind you so the water is flowing on the both of you.

You close your eyes and lean your head back onto Seonghwa. You hear as he’s opening some soap and your eyes open to watch as Seonghwa starts to wash you.

Since you’re still coming out of your sleep you can’t control the small whimper that you released right into Seonghwa’s ear whenever he brushed against your chest. The noise you made went straight to Seonghwa’s crotch as he pressed against you.

You bit your lip as Seonghwa continued to run the harsh cloth over your sensitive nipples, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

He made his way down your stomach and down to your throbbing clit. You blame the fact that you had just woken up for the reason why you were already soaking onto Seonghwa’s fingers.

You felt Seonghwa’s cock pressing against your slit and you didn’t want all the teasing, so you quickly pushed yourself back and slammed yourself on his clock.

You let out a choked moan and your hands slammed against the wall to balance yourself as Seonghwa grabbed onto your hips.

You didn’t even hear the door open but when the shower curtain opens and you hear Wooyoung, “Seonghwa have you seen-” He stops in the middle of his sentence whenever he sees you in the shower with Seonghwa.

Seonghwa had started to slowly thrust into you as Wooyoung was completely frozen in his spot, “Did you need anything?” Wooyoung’s eyes shifted from you to Seonghwa then down to where the two of you were connected.

Seonghwa chuckled deeply as you clenched around him from Wooyoung’s gaze. You whine softly and look back at Seonghwa. He pulled out of you and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so your back is against his check and gestures to Wooyoung, “Are you gonna get in or not?”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened, “Like actually?” Wooyoung’s eyes were trained on you to make sure you were okay with it.

You nodded, “P-Please.”

With your approval Wooyoung almost jumped into the shower with his clothes on. Wooyoung quickly stripped of his clothes and walked in front of you.

He still looked like he was hesitant to touch you so you carefully grabbed his hand and placed it on your waist, “S’Okay.”

Seonghwa gently pushes you closer to Wooyoung and he finally deems it okay to touch you.

Your eyes follow the flow of water that’s running down Wooyoung’s body to his cock.

You tentatively grip onto Wooyoung’s cock and start to stroke it. Seonghwa pushes your head down for you to get on your knees.

You quickly drop down on your knees and take Wooyoung in your mouth. You listen to his moans above you and you suck lightly. Seonghwa grabs onto your shoulder moving both you and Wooyoung.

Seonghwa taps your cheek and you switch from Wooyoung’s cock to Seonghwa’s. Your hand continues to work Wooyoung as you have Seonghwa in your mouth.

You pull away and open your mouth for both of the men standing in front of you. The both simultaneously let out a groan and placed their cocks on your tongue.

Your breathing was heavy as you let your tongue swirl around the heads of their cock before you let out a loud whine, “S-Seonghwa please I-”

Seonghwa shushes you and signals for you to get up. He glances over to Wooyoung, “Go ahead.”

Wooyoung looks at Seonghwa with furrowed eyebrows, “W-What?”

“You wanna fuck her don’t you?” Seonghwa gestured to you, “She wants you to fuck her, just look at her.” He was right. You were dripping down your thighs, thankfully blending in with the water, and your eyes were glossy, just begging to get fucked.

You looked at Seonghwa for permission because you both knew Wooyoung was still too nervous to touch you himself.

Seonghwa nods at you and you move to take Wooyoung’s face in your hands, “Are you okay?” When Wooyoung nods you gently kiss him. When you pull away you run your hand through Wooyoung’s wet hair, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I-I want to.” Wooyoung finally let his hands trail down your waist to lift your leg.

“Go ahead.” Seonghwa speaks up from behind you letting Wooyoung know that it’s okay to finally do what he’s wanted to this whole time, fuck you.

Wooyoung grips onto his cock and guides it to your dripping cunt. Your mouth drops open and you grip onto Wooyoung’s bicep from finally being filled again.

Wooyoung is smaller than Seonghwa but he was thicker so he still stretched you out deliciously but you still didn’t feel full enough.

Wooyoung started to slowly thrust inside of you and you let out a small moan whenever Wooyoung thrusted inside you particularly rough.

Seonghwa rests a hand on Wooyoung’s waist and the other on yours to pause your movements.

You feel Seonghwa’s cock pressing against you, trying to slide in next to Wooyoung. You let out a long drawn out whine from the stretch as you throw your head down onto Wooyoung’s shoulder.

Wooyoung’s eyes are squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed, from how tight you got now that Seonghwa was next to him.

Wooyoung let out a loud moan as Seonghwa had an experimental thrust. Wooyoung could feel every ridge of Seonghwa’s cock against his and he’s never felt anything like that before. “W-Wait- I-I’m gonna cum if you start.”

Seonghwa snorts, “S’alright, you can just cum again.”

Wooyoung cries out and throw his head back as Seonghwa starts to thrust further into you, “W-Waitwaitwait!”

“Fuckfuckfuck Seonghwa- I- feels good!” Your nails were digging into Wooyoung’s back making his moans even louder, “W-Wooyoung, please! P-please move!”

Wooyoung already felt overstimulated and was on the verge of cumming, but with the way you begged he couldn’t deny you of what you wanted.

Wooyoung’s breathing was heavy as he tried to match his thrusts with Seonghwa’s, “Look at that darling, Wooyoung is already gonna cum. Did you know your pussy was this good?”

Your moans got louder and Wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut and blindly reached for your hand. He held it for a second before trailing it up his chest and leaving it on his throat.

You felt Seonghwa watching you to see what you were going to do, and his thrusts faltered whenever you finally squeezed your hand around Wooyoung’s throat.

You let out a choked sob as you felt spurts of cum inside of you. Wooyoung was letting out a long drawn out whine.

“Does it feel that good Wooyoung? Didn't even last 5 minutes…” Wooyoung wasn’t even able to respond to Seonghwa’s teasing because of the overstimulation.

Your ears burned from the horrible squelching noise coming from your bottom half from both yours and Wooyoung’s cum.

“S-Seonghwa, please! I need- need to cum!” Your grip on Wooyoung’s throat loosened as Seonghwa gripped onto yours. You almost started crying as Seonghwa reached down to rub your clit.

Waves of pleasure overtook your body as you suddenly came. Wooyoung and Seonghwa both groaned loudly from how tightly you were squeezing around them, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Wooyoung was so overstimulated he was on the verge of cuming again, “Please- I- Please!”

“It’s alright, I got you.” Seonghwa trailed his hand down his jaw and held onto his chin. Seonghwa’s thrusts got faster, overstimulating the both of you almost to the point of not being able to stand properly.

Your eyes were shut leaning against Seonghwa’s shoulder as you were trying to focus on breathing. You felt Seonghwa move forward so you opened your eyes just in time for you to see him bring Wooyoung into a kiss.

You watch the two of them kiss for a while as you’re listening to the soft whimpers and moans from Wooyoung before you let out a choked groan as you felt both Seonghwa and Wooyoung cum inside of you.

When Seonghwa pulls away from Wooyoung your eyes are glued to the string of saliva that is connecting them. You listen to the harsh breathing of the two boys until Seonghwa starts to pull out of you.

Your eyebrows are furrowed in discomfort as Seonghwa slowly starts to pull out, letting most of the cum drip out of you. You feel your thighs get covered in cum along with it dripping down the side of your leg, being washed away as the water continues to flow over the three of you.

Wooyoung has the same look of discomfort on his face as the cum drips down his cock to his thighs. Seonghwa reaches over for the previously forgotten cloth and helps the both of you clean up, making sure to be careful with how sensitive you both are.

Seonghwa turns off the water and wraps a towel around you, Wooyoung, then himself. He leads the two of you back to his room and you flop on the bed dragging Wooyoung with you, “Cuddle-”

Seonghwa snorts, knowing how much you like to cuddle after having sex or doing something involving you cuming, so he lays down in between you and Wooyoung and wraps his arms around the both of you.

It’s quiet for a while, the three of you just enjoying each other’s company before Seonghwa starts to laugh, “What happened Wooyoung? You’re usually all talk… did the cat catch your tongue?”

You giggle softly as Wooyoung groans and rolls his eyes, “Shut up!”

[mansions-maiden]

Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town. 

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent  to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped  eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and  a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think  I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner  when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him  a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees.  She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning  and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing  lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in  a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen”  Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor  ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

[lunaastoir]

how i think a meeting between childe and kaeya would go down

just some wannabe pirate and war criminal brain rot!!! this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS and i just needed to get it down so i could breathe thanks aifjskfj 

also sorry if someone has already done this!! i did not check the tags or anything to see if a similar idea was posted but here’s just my take on it!! weewoo had to throw out a disclaimer just in case 

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so the only way i could ever truly imagine them meeting is if you’re hanging out w one of them and suddenly woAH HEY CHILDE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE???

like i don’t see them meeting on their own unless kaeya a) travels to snezhnaya/visits liyue for some reason or b) childe comes to mondstadt on fatui business

but anYWAYS- i digress,,, let’s say a chance meeting happened between the two (pls mihoyo make this happen i am BEGGING) 

so you’re just walking around mondstadt after completing your commissions w paimon yapping abt trying out the new dish at good hunter (i wonder if it’s called emergency food)

you run into kaeya as you’re making your way over to said restaurant  

pirate boy was patrolling since he’s a knight and even tho i clown him out of love he does take his job very seriously 

so you bump into him and the smooth mf says smthg like 

“fancy meeting you here, it’s almost like we’re destined ;)” 

pls smack him thanks <3 

you roll your eyes and you can practically fEEL paimon’s glare 

so y’all get caught up in conversation and just end up walking around town (w promises to paimon that you will treat her to some good food later) 

kaeya’s retelling something that happened earlier in the day w klee i had to include her i love her sm pls 

and then you just hear a 

“huh if it isn’t mondstadt’s honorary knight” 

dEAR GOD you would know that voice anywhere- JDSJFS 

so many questions??? are running through your head??? as you turn around???? 

first and foremost being ayO childe what are you doing here???

his hand is held up in a wave and he has his trademark soft smirk playing on his lips pls im gonna wring his pretty little neck lovingly

he makes his way over to you and you guys just kinda stare at each other for a good second 

paimon breaks the silence w her scream of “chILDE???” 

that snaps you out of it and you give him a questioning look while waving back (very delayed might i add) 

“it’s good to see you too paimon” he laughs

he briefly explains that he’s here on fatui business and relax he’s not here to cause any trouble yet

this is basically when kaeya cuts in 

knowing the both of them they were definitely sizing each other up when pleasantries were exchanged

also kaeya (being the cavalry captain) is DEFINITELY aware that childe is in mondstadt especially since he’s a harbinger - it’s not like he can be quiet abt it 💀

assuming that they haven’t had a chance to meet tho since i mini headcanon that jean would probably have been the one to escort him and his underlings to the goth grand hotel, there would just be some intense eye contact

both men are v prone to putting up a friendly demeanor while having the ability to practically slice you apart w sweet threats and razor sharp looks 

kaeya would take the initiative and say smthg like

“i dont believe we’ve met - i’m kaeya of the knights of favonius” 

childe would shake his hand and out of propriety introduce himself too 

now here’s where things could get a touch complicated 

as fatui harbinger to cavalry captain, obviously there’s some animosity (hidden ofc under sweet words of deceit and sugar coated phrases of diplomacy) 

however, as just kaeya and childe, i think these two would hit it off pretty quickly LMFAO 

they remind me a lot of oikawa and atsumu from haikyuu if you’ve ever watched it 🕴 same exact vibes 

there would be the formalities in the beginning before childe’s playful nature would come through 

kaeya seeing that you two knew each other and were quite amicable ahem even if he did try to kill us would join in w his own smooth nature 

expect lots of cringe worthy moments and just jokes™

childe would probs say something like 

“i’ve heard mondstadt is famous for it’s wine, i would like to try some and see just how good it really is” and BOOM it’s over for you

you thought they needed you to keep it amicable???

naH now you’re just third wheeling bestie💀

100% inseparable and now drinking buddies at the end of the night 

their natures just FIT like you thought dealing w them alone was bad??? BYE you’re in for a treat then 

enDLESS TEASING!!! it!! will!! not!! stop!!! 

they just team up to make sure you’re either flustered or ready to wring their gorgeous necks 

they would probs end up being spar buddies too 

childe would casually bring up the fact that he likes to fight and would maybe p o s s i b l y like to spar especially w someone in the famed knights of favonius 

kaeya would agree and BOP BOP sparring buddies 

but in conclusion!!! to this very unnecessarily long post!! kaeya and childe would meet as a result of you, they would hit it off bc c’mon they’re so similar it hurts and they’re not following you anymore now you’re following them <3 

a lil bonus scenario bc writing this has been sm fun:

“you’re such a lightweight” kaeya laughed out while his new friend was miserably collapsed on the bar stool next to him. childe looked up from where his head was tucked into his arms and raised an eyebrow. “is that a challenge captain?” he huffed out, his usually clear ocean blue eyes now dilated with the effects of the wine. “you shouldn’t have ordered hardcore alcohol as your first sample of mondstadt wine. that’s a rookie mistake” kaeya remarked while amusedly staring at his companion’s deconstructed state. “yeah well, honestly i think i can still take a couple more drinks. probably more than you anyway” childe retorted. his flushed cheeks however, told another tale altogether. kaeya smirked, a competitor huh? “i wouldn’t expect anything less from a fatui harbinger” were his words and with that, two more drinks were waved over by the cavalry captain.  

needless to say, an hour later, two extremely drunk, flushed men stumbled out of angel’s share, all the while giggling about gloves of all things. it’s safe to assume that they were both kicked out, if the ten drinks they had ordered were of any significance. as they help each other up while making their way onto the streets of mondstadt, they leave behind a bill fit for a feast, and a night that they will certainly remember (especially due to the nasty hangovers they will inevitably wake up to the following morning). 

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 10]     FINAL 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; daddy!kink, brat!reader, intoxication, restraints, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, soft!wonwoo to finish it all out baby 🤠 y’all!!! the final chapter of Caffeine I'm so sad 😭💕 but thank you to everyone who gave our favorite fratboy!wonwoo so so so much love~ I'm sad to see him go but he will be back soon 👁 that’s for sure! 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

The way Wonwoo meets your eyes from across the crowded frat house has you on edge every single time.

He makes no effort to actually approach you throughout the span of the night; giving his attention to various people who wish him safe travels and ask about his plans for the next three months. And while he chats them up and laughs at their jokes, his eyes always find you; twinkling with mischief when he sees the momentary panic that floods your senses when he sees you staring right back.

You choke on your drink for a second while Mingyu pats your back, an eyebrow quirked at your odd behaviour.

“Are you okay? Have you already had too much to drink?” He inquires. Jihoon stands next to him; a smirk plastered on his features when he side glances over to you.

“I think she’s just a ‘lil too preoccupied looking at her loverboy, is all.” Mingyu rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his cup before he leans in to meet your height.

“You gonna miss him?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” You retort, a crimson blush coating your cheeks as you avert your eyes from Mingyu to watch Wonwoo chatting up some sorority girl. “I mean it’s a valid question, is it not? The two of you are ‘involved’.” Mingyu draws air quotes around the word, drink sloshing in his cup as Jihoon grimaces.

“You’re making a mess, you big oaf.”

You sigh, watching with curious eyes when Wonwoo leans in close to the girl, whispering in her ear. She laughs at whatever he says and the only feeling you can describe as ‘jealousy’ flits through your mind and you quickly try to push it out. Exclusivity was not something the two of you agreed on, although you definitely felt at least a little attached to the tall bespectacled man.

“I’m gonna get more booze, I’ll be back.”

You mutter, leaving Jihoon and Mingyu to their conversation while you get more alcohol from the kitchen. Chan greets you, offering to make you a drink. “How’s your night going?” You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to push the image of Wonwoo and the girl out of your head.

“It’s, like, whatever.”

Chan makes you a few more drinks over the span of forty-five minutes; his smile faltering and turning into a worried grimace every time you stumble back into the kitchen.

“I think you’ve… maybe had enough.” He comments, taking your cup from you before filling it with water instead.

“No~ Channie, jus’ one m-more puh--please~” You hiccup. You shoot him your best puppy eyes, his concerned face only a blur with how foggy your vision was quickly getting. Sighing, he pours out the water, reaching for the alcohol on the table.

“I… just---just one more, okay? And then you’re done for the night. Wonwoo-hyung might--”

“Ugh, fuck that guy, he’s not my owner! I can drink if I want!” You pout.

Chan winces, making you a drink that was more mixer than actual alcohol before he passes you the cup. You grin, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before you thank him, skipping out of the kitchen before rejoining Mingyu and Jihoon.

“I’m back, babies~ What’d I miss?” You slur out, leaning into Mingyu as you wrap a free arm around his waist. The tall male raises an eyebrow at you, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulder protectively.

“I’m surprised Chan is still making you drinks. You’re clearly plastered already. And Wonwoo-hyung--”

“So? Why’re you so concerned?” You cut off, taking a big gulp of your sweet drink.

“Um, I’m not the only concerned one if we’re being real.” You can only roll your eyes at Mingyu’s comment.

If Wonwoo still had his eyes locked on you, you didn’t know or care. There was a part of you that was ashamed that jealousy had taken over you over something so miniscule; especially since the two of you weren’t dating. You also tried to remind yourself that Wonwoo probably wouldn’t care how you acted so you shouldn’t have cared how he did either.

You tilt your head up to look at Mingyu; his curious gaze meeting your hazy eyes.

“Hey, Mingyu? Can you kiss me?”

“Um, what the fuck?”

“Just one~ Please? Wanna kiss~” You pout, stepping up on your tippy-toes as you pucker your lips up at him.

“Okay, you’re--you’re going on a time out!” He whispers harshly, handing Jihoon his cup before he pries yours out of your hand. Jihoon juggles all three cups before Mingyu wraps his hand around your wrist, dragging you out of the living room and up the stairs.

Everything feels like a blur to you as he pulls you down one of the hallways n haste, the light and noise from the party downstairs diminishing as he reaches the end of the hallway. Mingyu fishes for a key in his pocket when he reaches the last door, unlocking it before he gently pushes you in.

“Wonwoo-hyung said to leave you in here if you started misbehaving. I didn’t think I’d have to but I think you’ve had enough booze. Cool down for a bit and then one of us will come check in on you later.”

Mingyu leaves without another word, shutting and locking the door behind him as you’re left alone in the bedroom. You flip the lights on and the room looks unfamiliar to you but clean; bookshelves lining the wall with a bed right next to the window. You groan as you flop down onto the bed, a familiar scent flooding your senses before the sleepiness takes over.

The door opening is what wakes you from your little nap, bleary eyes adjusting to the light and the form that enters the bedroom. You don’t know how much time has really passed or if the party is even over, but you still feel the affects of the alcohol in your system.

“Sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

Wonwoo’s deep voice is comforting but you remember why you started acting out in the first place, flipping over to face the window as you pout.

“Why do you care? Go back to your party.” You murmur.

Wonwoo sighs and you feel the bed dip, his warmth slowly blanketing you as he eases his body behind you.

“The party is basically over. Why’d you ask Mingyu to kiss you, is what I want to know.”

A blush coats your cheeks as you refuse to look at him, blurry vision still focused on the window in front of you. “Why not? I was feelin’ needy and he was there.”

“So you asked Mingyu and not me?” He places his hand on your waist, slowly dragging your shirt up. “Wanna tell me why you’re acting like a needy ‘lil brat?”

“No.” Wonwoo scoffs; his hands ghosting across your abdomen.

“Do you want daddy to punish you instead?”

“Yes.”

His hand is on the button of your jeans a second later, undoing it before his lips kiss the shell of your ear. “Y’know, I fully intended on bringing you to my bedroom tonight. Unfortunate how you ended up here though, don’tcha think? I told the others to keep an eye out on you too. Make sure you didn’t misbehave.” His tongue peeks out, licking at your skin before he smirks.

“Somehow I knew you would misbehave though. Seems to be in your nature to.”

Wonwoo’s hand dips into your jeans, his touch gentle as he runs his digits over your panties. “Let me take a wild guess though. Didn’t like it when daddy was talkin’ to other girls, hm?” There’s a teasing edge to Wonwoo’s voice that makes you want to curl up into an embarrassed ball. “S-shut up…”

“Sweetheart, we need to talk about it.”

His voice is stern as you pout again. “Don’t wanna talk about it~” You whine, rubbing your thighs together as he continues his featherlight touches. “Princess, don’t make daddy mad.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you slightly tilt your head to the side as Wonwoo comes into view.

“I--I… w-want daddy to spoil me… ‘n only me… ‘m sorry…” You whisper, eyes welling up with tears. This was not necessarily how you intended your first and potentially last night in Wonwoo’s bed but there was no denying how you felt. You couldn’t directly say you liked him, but there was definitely something budding inside of you that was hard to stop.

Wonwoo sighs, pulling his hand out of your jeans before he gets up from the bed. “Princess…” You sit up as well, watching as he stands directly in front of you.

“I know we didn’t really talk about… um, us and I know it’s not really... what we agreed on but I--” “No, I understand how you feel, sweetheart.”

Your heart pounds hard in your chest and for a second you forget how to breathe.

“I think there’s a lot we need to discuss and I’m about to be gone for three months. I can’t promise you anything and I can’t promise you this’ll end in a relationship because like I said, I’m not one for relationships. But I also can’t deny I’m a little attached to you, too. We can figure it out when I get back… If you’re willing to wait for me.”

You can’t read the emotions on Wonwoo’s face but you nod slowly, shy eyes meeting his firm stare. “I’m… willing to wait and see what happens.” He nods at you before he starts to remove his button up shirt, slowly revealing his toned body.

“For now, you still need to be punished for how you acted tonight, sweetheart.”

You hate it, you really really hate it.

You tug on the neckties keeping your arms tied above you and the darkness from the blindfold keeps you from seeing Wonwoo between your legs. “D-daddy, please, let me c-cum…!” You mewl; thighs clamping around Wonwoo’s head when he curls his fingers inside your pussy.

“No, you’re supposed to be punished. You’re not allowed to cum.” His voice is muffled just as he sucks your clit into his mouth, a sharp cry cutting through the air as your back bows off the bed.

“Buh--but it’s not fair! I--I didn’t d-do anything wrong!” You complain, whimpering as you try to keep yourself from cumming for the second time already. Wonwoo chuckles against your skin; the vibrations causing you to shiver. His tongue flicks at your clit before he slightly pulls away, watching as your lips form into a pout.

“So you think asking Mingyu for a kiss isn’t misbehaving? And let’s not pretend Chan didn’t tell me you kissed him on the cheek too.” Oops.

“I---I was jus’ bein’ nice…” You mutter. Wonwoo sits up, thumb on your clit as his free hand pushes your legs open wider. He scoffs, fingers thrusting into you quicker as he rubs harsh circles on your clit. “Yeah? Well, daddy doesn’t appreciate you playing nice like that without his permission.” His voice is clipped, fingers scissoring and curling into your g-spot until you cry out his name, walls spasming around his fingers even when his pace doesn’t falter.

“Wo--daddy! A-ah, ‘m sen--sensitive~” You mewl, tugging on your restraints when his thumb doesn’t let up rubbing circles on your swollen clit. “Daddy doesn’t care if your ‘lil pussy is sensitive, you came without permission.” You clench around his fingers still fucking into you, small whines on your lips when you feel him inch closer.

Wonwoo’s fingers stop momentarily as you feel the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. You feel the arousal flood your senses when he slowly starts to sink his cock into you; fingers still inside your pussy and thumb still on your clit. The stretch has you whining, back arching off the bed while he slowly inches himself in.

“O-oh, fuh--fuck, oh god, d-daddy!” You keen, orgasm hitting you out of nowhere as he chuckles breathily. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive… cumming just from me sinking my cock into you, huh?”

“Mmh, f--fuck, ‘m so fu--full, hah, it feels suh--so good!” You slur out, wiggling your hips slightly.

Wonwoo starts a slow pace at first, letting you get used to the feeling of his cock and his fingers keeping your pussy full. You feel even tighter around him, soft groans spilling from his own lips as he watches his cock thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck, I’m really gonna miss you for three months, princess.”

You feel your heart do a flip as you clench around him on impulse. “G-gonna miss you too, daddy…” You whisper, lips forming into a frown. “C-can you take the blindfold off… I wanna see y-you…” Wonwoo hums, cock tapping your cervix as he leans over, undoing the blindfold with one hand until it slips off to the side.

Your blurry eyes adjust to the light, seeing a bespectacled Wonwoo between your legs.

“You already came without permission, so you best behave, okay? Daddy’s feeling kind tonight.” You nod, watching as he resumes his pace. He takes it slow with you, building up the pleasure for you and himself.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess.” He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he alternates from circling his hips and slow yet harsh thrusts. The sounds of your moans bounce off the walls of his bedroom and you think about how you could get used to this. 

You focus all your attention on Wonwoo, watching the way his lips part in quiet moans and the way the sweat drips down his torso. And he does the same for you; watching your chest rise and fall with deep stuttering breaths and your eyes lost in pleasure when he makes your toes curl. 

“C-can you ma--make me cum a-again?” You beg, already feeling the pleasure building up with how sensitive and full of him you were. Wonwoo chuckles lightly, watching the lust swimming in your eyes when he leans over, kissing you gently. 

“Already? Aren’t you greedy~” He quips, lips ghosting against yours before he pulls away. “I want you to cum with me.” You nod; his thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit as he suddenly doubles his place. 

The fullness of his cock and fingers combined have you crying out, teeth chattering when you warn him that you’re about to cum. 

Your legs shake when you finally reach your high; Wonwoo’s groans the only thing you can hear when he cums with you, hips stuttering as he cums inside of your tight walls. 

He slows down his pace until he feels you start to come down, removing his fingers but keeping his cock snug inside of your pussy. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” 

“Mmm...” Your entire body feels like there’s electricity coursing through your veins despite how boneless you actually feel. “Ngh... ‘m sleepy but... I should get cleaned up and get going...” He snickers, slowly pulling out of your swollen pussy as you wince from the sensitivity. 

“You don’t have to go. I’ll get you cleaned up and you can sleep here.” He offers. It wakes you up a bit more, a soft pink coating your cheeks at his words. 

“O-oh... are you sure? I don’t mind, um, g-going...” 

Wonwoo slips off the bed, picking up his boxer briefs before he slides them back on. You watch him slowly get somewhat dressed, forgoing a shirt as he tugs on his pants. 

“It’s okay. Like I said, princess. I’m a little attached to you too. You can spend the night here and... If you want, you’re more than welcome to stay with me until I have to leave.” You gulp, sitting up on your elbows as your shy eyes meet his. You suddenly feel extremely naked under his stare and your heart beats in your chest so hard you can feel it in your head. 

“Wonwoo... are you sure? That’s...” You trail off, unsure of what to say next. He picks up his button up from the floor and walks back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to you. Wonwoo sets the shirt next to you in offering; bringing a hand down to smooth your mussed hair.

“I’ll get you some water and a warm towel. We don’t have to talk about what’s going on with us yet. I think we both know where we stand right now and I don’t want to make promises before I need to leave. But we can spend what time left we have before I leave, together. If that’s what you want.” 

You sit up a bit more, tugging the shirt closer to yourself before you lean in, kissing him gently. “Okay.” He smiles into the kiss, pecking you on the lips once more before he gets up again. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I know the idiots downstairs are gonna ask questions so it might take longer than I anticipate. Don’t fall asleep, okay?”

“Yes, daddy~” 

[voiceless-terror]

The Breaking Down of Walls (The Magnus Archives)

Whumptober 2020 Day Seven: Carrying

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Jonathan Sims, Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood

CW: Sickfic

Summary: For all his grumbling, he doesn’t think Jon actually minded it that much.

He squeaked and protested when Tim threw him over a shoulder, but he went soft and pliant after about a minute of being carted around. He’s almost gotten used to being picked up and bodily moved out of the way by Tim instead of getting a simple ‘excuse me.’ Tim once caught him smiling after he’d been perched on the break room counter while Tim cleaned up a glass he shattered. It quickly morphed into a scowl on eye contact, though.

Jon was small. Portable. Travel-sized for convenience. Jon did not like this pointed out to him.

So Tim made it his job to point it out as often as possible. 

“Hey there lil’ guy!” was his favorite greeting back in research and Jon would always return it with a furious glare and a grumbling, futile protest. See, Tim’s a tall guy. Of course everyone would seem small to him. But Jon was genuinely small. Like, he has to jog to keep up if you have a brisk pace. Watching those little legs work overtime to catch up to him in the hallway was one of Tim’s greatest joys. The man was five foot and change, if the change was pennies on the dollar. Tim particularly liked to rest his elbow on his head; the afternoon silent-treatment it got him was well worth it.

For all his grumbling, he doesn’t think Jon actually minded it that much. 

He squeaked and protested when Tim threw him over a shoulder, but he went soft and pliant after about a minute of being carted around. He’s almost gotten used to being picked up and bodily moved out of the way by Tim instead of getting a simple ‘excuse me.’ Tim once caught him smiling after he’d been perched on the break room counter while Tim cleaned up a glass he shattered. It quickly morphed into a scowl on eye contact, though.

Tim believed he protested too much. Jon liked friends and company despite his prickly exterior. No one leaned into a touch like that if they didn’t want it. So Tim took the complaints with a grain of salt.

The dynamic changed when they moved down to the archives. Jon had distanced himself, locking his office door and trying to seem like a far more serious man than he was. Tim understood- with Elias breathing down their necks, anyone would be worried about professionalism. But it was wearing on Jon both physically and mentally. He was not very pleased with Tim’s moniker of ‘lil boss’ so he cut that out right quick. He looked tired and harried every day and was prone to snapping at the slightest of inconveniences- these days the inconvenience was more often than not Martin.

Poor Martin. He was the odd man out, the only one not to come out of research. Elias assigned him to the archives which put Jon immediately on guard. But Martin was a nice kid, just trying to scrape by like the rest of him. It wasn’t his fault his Latin was terrible and Jon was exacting. Well, maybe he could work on the Latin. But he brought them tea and asked about their day which was more kindness than anyone here had experienced in quite some time. He was working very, very hard at trying to break down Jon walls. He brought him tea on the hour and tried to coax him out for lunch. He took every insult and rejection with a mask of politeness that Tim knows must have taken him some time to perfect. He let Martin do the mothering; Tim doesn’t know how to express his concern in a non-tactile fashion. 

Jon hadn’t been out of his office all morning. This was not unusual, not these days. Martin expressed his concern more than once and Tim decided to check up on him at the end of the day if he hadn’t come out- he’s knee deep in research and on a roll. Sasha’s out investigating a case and it’s only the three of them in the office. The clock neared three and Tim yawned; he really needed this weekend to come quick. 

“Tim!” he heard a strangled voice call. Martin. “Tim, can you come here please?” This couldn’t be anything good. He hurried out of his chair and made his way down the hallway to- you guessed it- Jon’s office.

“H-He won’t wake up!” Martin stuttered, hands hovering uselessly over Jon, who was currently collapsed in his office chair either snoozing or deeply unconscious. Damn. “I-I know he looked bad today but he told me to leave him alone so I did and now look at him!” 

Jon indeed didn’t look or sound well. His hair was out of its bun and in a tangled mess that hid most of his face, but what he could see was flushed a bright red. His breathing was labored, a slow and uneven wheeze. Tim immediately started making his way over. “Does he have a fever?”

“I think so,” Martin replied. “But I didn’t check. Didn’t know if he wanted me...touching him.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I think this is an exception.” Martin clearly wasn’t comfortable enough with the man to bully him just yet (Jon seemed to do most of the bullying nowadays). He needed a firmer hand when it came to taking care of himself and Tim and Sasha were usually the ones to give it. One hand to Jon’s forehead and he knew the man had worked himself sick, again. It’d been a while since this last occurred- it used to happen with some frequency back in research, at least until Tim and Sasha convinced him to take it easy. But they had been distant and it’s clear that Jon’s fallen back into old habits. Tim sighed, brushing a lock of Jon’s hair behind his ear. “What are we gonna do with you, hm?” he murmured softly, well-aware of Martin’s eyes on his back.

“I-I can set up the cot in the back!” Martin suggested, moving over to the door as if to do it immediately. “I can sleep on the break room couch, it’s surprisingly comfy.” Tim had forgotten that Martin had been living in the archives- Christ, what has this place come to- but it was a Friday night and he didn’t want Jon here all weekend; he would likely just work himself into exhaustion yet again. So Tim made a decision.

“I’ll take him home. He’ll recover better if he’s out of here,” He looked at Martin critically. He wasn’t in the best of shape either. There were dark circles under his eyes and he couldn’t be getting great sleep cooped up in the basement like this. ‘Why don’t you come too?” Martin's eyes widened in surprise. “You could do with a good night’s sleep and my living room couch is legendary.”

“I couldn’t-”

“Nope, I’ve already decided for you,” Tim gave him an easy grin, hoping to seal the deal. “Go get us a cab, will you? I didn’t drive and we aren’t taking the tube.”

“O-Okay! If you’re s-sure.” 

“I’m always sure.” He threw in a wink for good measure and Martin was out the door. Works every time.

Getting Jon out of the chair turned out to be tougher than expected. He was contorted around his desk; he’d clearly been in this position for quite some time. As gently as possible, he wound an arm around his knees and titled Jon back until he fell against his chest and against his other arm. “There we go,” he mumbled even though he knew the man couldn’t hear. “Let’s get you home.” Jon felt incredibly warm in his arms and Tim’s worry increased; he hoped he had medicine back at his flat that hadn't expired. The man was even lighter than expected and Tim almost stumbled backward with how he overcompensated for his weight. Another thing I’ll have to talk to him about.

Martin came back downstairs, his footsteps quick and loud on the tile. “Cab’s here- oh.” He paused, staring down at Jon and blushing for some reason. Tim looked at him quizzically before gazing down to his arms- at some point Jon had nuzzled himself into his shoulder, one hand gripping his shirt in a tight little fist. He had to admit it was an adorable picture, but they didn’t have time for Martin’s crush right now. “I’ll just go and uh, grab my things then.”

They end up in the back of a cab, all three of them. It’s not particularly comfortable but they manage to sprawl Jon across the both of them, head still tucked into Tim’s shoulder and legs stretched out into Martin’s lap. Tim is only a little amused with Martin's awkward placement of his hands in an attempt to avoid touching Jon, though he ends up grabbing onto his legs to keep him in place about two minutes into the ride. They fell into a silence on the way, the only noise was Jon’s breathing which sounded more labored by the second.

“Is he- was he always like this?” Martin asked quietly, allowing himself one more glance at Jon. Martin’s face was still red, much to Tim’s amusement. “Working himself to death?”

“Never this bad,” Tim replied, running a hand through Jon’s hair. He remembered doing this back in research, back when it was okay to touch him. Was he taking advantage? Perhaps a little, but Jon looked like he needed it. “New job’s wearing him down, I think.”

“W-What was he like before?”

Tim paused. Frankly, he’s a bit unsure of what Martin’s looking for here. Jon’s always been Jon, but the promotion seems to have dialed up all of his worst habits past ten. Habits that Tim thought they’d put behind them. It’s not like Jon’s particularly changed- perhaps regressed was a better word. He’s rebuilding the walls that took him years to deconstruct. He’s scared, Tim realized. Don’t know why it took me this long to see it.

“He’s actually quite soft,” Tim stuck to the present tense. Jon’s not lost, after all. Just a little in his head. “Once you get to know him. We were- we are friends. He’ll get used to you,” Martin deserved a little reassurance. “Just gotta invest some time. Like you’re already doing.”

Martin went quiet. He didn’t seem convinced. 

“One time he sprained his ankle on the way into work,” Tim smiled, remembering the day from about a year ago. “Idiot thought it would be fine to walk around the library like nothing happened. You should’ve seen Sasha when she found out. Full of fury, that one. Never get on her bad side.” Sasha’s mother-hen instincts were even worse than Martin’s, though hers were much more intense and full of scolding. “Made a deal that if he was going to work he’d have to sit the fuck down. ‘Course Jon’s not going to do that- he may seem like he sits in his office all day, but I’m sure he’s actually pacing up a storm in there.” A fond smile down at the man in his arms. “So whenever he got up I hauled him on my back. Sasha has a picture somewhere. He was horribly embarrassed, of course, but I think he came around to the idea.” He nudged Martin in the side. “He secretly likes all of that fussing, I promise you.”

“He hides it well, then,” Martin rolled his eyes though he was smiling.

They got to Tim’s flat in a thankfully short period of time. “Make yourself at home,” he said to Martin as he opened the door with just a small adjustment of Jon. “I’m going to get this one settled in my room.”

“Alright,” Martin ducked his head shyly, standing awkwardly in the middle of Tim’s living room. He’ll warm up to it, Tim thought as he made his way to the bedroom. He’s glad he decided to clean the place a couple of nights ago- Jon deserved some freshly-laundered sheets and clean air. Better than that stuffy basement.

Jon blinked his eyes open as Tim gently laid him down on the bed. They were watery and fever-bright, his brow furrowed in confusion.”T-Tim?” he croaked. Yikes, that sounds bad. “S’at you?”

“There you are, lil’ guy,” Tim murmured, wondering if Jon could even hear him. He propped a pillow up beside him and sat on the other side of the bed, tucking Jon against his side. “Took you back to my place. You’ve done a number on yourself, y’know.” Jon groaned and leaned into his shoulder, clearly looking for comfort in his vulnerable state. Tim would give it to him. “When you’re better we're going to have a talk, young man.”

“Hate talks,” Jon whined, rubbing his face into Tim’s shoulder. Ah, so we’ve reached the brat stage of illness. Right on time. “Just gonna sleep. Gotta...got work to do.”

“No you don’t,” Tim replied and squeezed Jon’s shoulders. “You’re going to take some medicine and eat. Have a nap. And maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you watch me play video games. But only if you’re good.” He paused, remembering Martin in his living room. “Also, Martin’s here. Just so you know.”

Jon didn’t seem to have any complaints about that. Huh. Maybe he doesn’t mind him as much as I thought. “S’he gonna make tea? Want tea.” Tim couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in his throat.

“Yeah,” he promised. “He’ll make us some tea. Maybe cook us breakfast in the morning. The whole sha-bang. Gotta earn his keep.”

“I think Martin can make good eggs.” Yeah, Jon’s not going to remember this conversation.

“How can you tell?” He humored him anyway.

“It’s his face,” Jon’s tone left no room for argument. “I can jus’ tell from his face.” Alright then, Jon.

The man was starting to doze off and Tim took this as his cue to grab some medicine while he still had the chance. He carefully maneuvered around Jon, making sure he was properly tucked in the bed and not in danger of falling off. “Be right back, okay?” No answer, but Tim hadn’t really expected one.

He took a second to look down at his friend, soft and familiar in his bed. This weekend will be good, Tim decided. For all of us. It took him years to break down Jon’s walls and he was willing to do it again. Because Jon was his friend.

And Tim couldn’t lose anyone else.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26876779